(Usually I'm not a big fan of flashbacks, but bear with me ._.;)
Ch. 4
They have no idea. Kakashi dropped from a nearby window, no longer wishing to hear any more. He had followed the pale-faced teacher outside, knowing Iruka would need to be alone after such an overwhelming situation. Ever since he could remember, Iruka was never as tactile as Kakashi. But during their brief courting, he believed his sudden hugs and kisses cured most of Iruka's surprised, and therefore violent, retaliations. Their last meeting would always be the most incredible of memories.
A tall pile of papers leaned unsteadily to the side as Iruka struggled beneath them, attempting to keep them in order. Kakashi smiled in anticipation; it was a perfect opportunity. Concealing himself in the nearest corner, covered in shadows, the jounin awaited the arrival of his prey. Unwittingly, Iruka turned into the hallway and Kakashi kicked off the wall. The extra burst of speed carried him right next to the teacher; the papers held within Iruka's hand rustled lightly with his arrival.
Kakashi's hand was around Iruka's waist, his chin resting on the teacher's broad shoulder, before there was any sign of recognition. With a slight yelp, Iruka whipped around, forcing a palm towards Kakashi's nose. Bracing himself for the blow, the jounin closed his eyes. For some reason, he constantly underestimated the teacher, and constantly paid for it.
The blow never came. Carefully opening one eye, Kakashi looked into the warm brown eyes of a smiling Iruka.
"You never learn, do you." Iruka lowered a hand and touched his forehead against Kakashi's.
Briefly, the jounin wondered if 'I'm really turned on right now' would earn him a real hit. It might be worth it.
"Hold some of these." Iruka grabbed one of Kakashi's hands, and placed a sizable stack of reports upon it.
"Mmm." The jounin reached over the teacher and took the rest of the reports.
"Come on…I can at least take some of…" They grappled brefily, Kakashi letting Iruka win halfway through their playful tussle.
"Iruka-sensei."
"…Kakashi?"
He paused for a moment, considering; he knew he wanted this to continue–this special warmth that expanded within him as he teased and talked with the teacher. It was something he thought he had lost during his days after Obito, during his darker missions.
There was no point it getting around the fact. "I'm in love."
"What?" Iruka seemed stunned, his eyes widening with something other than surprise. Kakashi couldn't put a finger on it, but it was something akin to…betrayal? The teacher took a deep breath, the blush that Kakashi loved slipping away to a reveal pale, pallid hue. "Who is it?"
Kakashi pointed at Iruka, the papers interfering with the motion. Iruka looked down.
"Someone on your team?"
It was an odd way to phrase the question, but he supposed Iruka could be called the only team he had left. "Yes."
"That's disgusting!"
It felt as if someone had physically stabbed him, twisting the knife again and again within his gut. Kakashi opened his mouth, but nothing came out. What could he say in response? Laying out his feelings and then…
"I thought better of you." The teacher spun on his heel, several papers dislodging from their peers to scatter to the floor. Kakashi didn't look up again.
Rethinking it now, Kakashi knew he'd always remember the glow as Iruka had turned. The touch of the teachers hand against his cheek. The twisted grimace of disgust at his confession. There were no second chances, he knew that well. All the jounin would do is show up at date night to apologize, once and for all, and then pack himself away on a pointless mission.
Chapter 5 preview
It was Friday. Iruka would curse if it wasn't for the multitude of students running around him. He had spent all day, and the previous, thinking and rethinking about Kakashi. Would he show? Or would the jounin simply fail to appear, like every other time.
Ding~ Dong~.
