Unsure of what to wear to dinner, Kiba returned home and threw the contents of his closet onto his floor. Akamaru promptly began to sniff each and every article of clothing that he passed. As he sat sifting through his clothes, Kiba's mind began to wonder. Kakashi sensei…and Iruka sensei? Are together? He shook his head. "But…how did he know?" Kiba asked Akamaru who was still busy sniffing. "I mean, how could he tell?" Kiba thought back to the fact that he had been rather sore today. "You mean he could tell just by watching me walk? I can't tell if that is seriously intuitive or seriously creepy…" Kiba smiled at Akamaru. "Aha!" He exclaimed as he found a shirt laying on the ground. "Perfect" he said, grabbing it and replacing his previous shirt. "Akamaru, you stay here okay? No getting into trouble, and I'm serious." He gave the dog a mock stern look and then slammed the door shut behind him.

On the way to Kakashi's house Kiba stopped by the market to pick up mochi. He could hear his mother's voice in his head shouting "KIBA! HOW DARE YOU GO TO SOMEONE'S HOUSE WITHOUT BRINGING SOMETHING." He shuddered at the thought. "Even though she isn't here she'd still know…" he thought. He paused to fix his hair before knocking on the door.

"Hi Kiba" Iruka smiled as he opened the door. Kiba's keen sense of smell detected notes of pork roast coming from the kitchen. "Come in, please" He took the package from Kiba and set it on the table.

"Thanks" Kiba replied as he scratched the back of his head. "Your house is uh, nice" he commented as the awkwardness of the situation began to set in.

"Sit, sit. Kakashi will bring in the roast in a minute." Iruka pulled out a chair for Kiba to sit in.

"Yo Kiba" Kakashi entered if almost on cue. He placed the roast on the table and sat down next to Iruka who sat opposite of Kiba. Kiba fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair from the soreness in his body and the added social pressure of being an obvious third wheel. "So" Kakashi smiled, "who's the lucky guy?" Kiba nearly choked on his food while Iruka kicked Kakashi under the table.

"S-Shikamaru…" Kiba blushed as he remembered the previous night. A smile crept along his face. Kakashi looked at Iruka and smiled.

"Ha" he laughed. "I never would have guessed." Kiba detected a slight note of sarcasm in the silver haired man's voice.

"What do you mean?" Kiba said, embarrassed. Kakashi was taken slightly aback.

"I, uh, I just mean Shikamaru's so…so…" his voice trailed off.

"Sensitive" Iruka chimed in.

"Oh, yeah" Kiba said. "He is really sensitive, but he's a-uh, he's sweet too" the blush reappeared on Kiba's face a deeper shade.

"Oh? How long have you been together?" Iruka inquired. Kiba pushed the food around on his plate before answering.

"Well, we're not really together…" he placed his chopsticks on the table. Iruka looked at Kakashi before replying.

"You're not?" Iruka looked concerned.

"No, not really. He stayed over my house the other night…" Kiba's blush spread through his entire face. "But we never talked about us really."

"I've heard from reliable sources that Shikamaru has quite the interest in you." Kakashi interjected. Kiba looked at him in embarrassed confusion. "Asuma. Now, Kiba, the question is do you like him as well?" The jonin rested his head on he his hands.

"Yeah" he replied. "I really do like him, more than I have ever liked anyone before." Kiba sat up as well.

"Then I think you need to show him. If I know Shikamaru, he's afraid to make the next move, you have to." Kakashi stated.

"How?" Kiba asked, eager to get started.

"He bought you flowers, correct? So do him one better."

"I, I think I understand." Kiba stood up. "Thanks for having me for dinner Iruka sensei. And thanks for the advice Kakshi sensei." Kiba nearly ran out of their front door.

"Ah, to be young and in love…" Kakashi said, sitting back in his chair.

"Hey!" Iruka replied, swatting Kakashi. "We're not that old" He laughed and kissed Kakashi.