Chapter: Slice of Sensei

A/N: Well I felt a bit off track with the last couple chapters so here is a very every day scene.

"Is there a reason you always follow me around the grocery store?" Iruka snapped at the nosy jounin who was rifling through the products in his cart all nonchalant about it as if he were about to purchase them himself. "And put that box of cookies back I am not paying for your snacks." He snapped spotting the box of macadamia nut cookies making it's way among his purchases.

"But Iruka..." Kakashi looked all of five as he glanced up from the cart his pout full blast and looking so utterly adorable only a heartless bastard could have said no. "Can't you just buy them for me?" He begged knowing it got on the others nerves as it drew attention to the fact the great Copy nin Kakashi was begging like a child. It was one of the Copy nin's favorite past times and it never got old to rile up the easily ruffled Sensei.

"Kakashi..." Iruka let out a loud sigh decidedly not looking at the other man nor the people around them that were staring and probably pointing. "Fine but the next item you think you can't live without that makes it into my cart is going to end up shoved..." He was cut off by his stalker.

"Language." Kakashi tsked giving him the sign for shame, his visible eye making a crescent shape at the quickly turning red sensei as he spotted the mother and child behind him. It really was too fun to ruffle the tan man up as much as possible. Of course while attempting not to incite too much wrath as he did not want to wake up to find 'no good jounin' written in ink on his forehead, for the third time. It had taken three days for the ink to wear off and the offense was a minor one, he had only 'accidentally' spilled ink on a few of Iruka's reports while practicing his throwing skills. It hadn't at all been a sign that he thought Iruka wasn't paying enough attention to him no matter what the Sensei said. He couldn't have made the shot any better had Gai not come to challenge him very loudly to something he could no longer recall because it involved too much green.

"Get off my cart Kakashi I still need to buy some more things." Despite his patience of gold Kakashi had a way of pushing the tan man's buttons. Thankfully instead of arguing the jounin turned child followed his orders albeit petulantly. "Thank you. Now if your going to stalk me why don't you walk beside me like a normal shinobi." It seemed like they had this conservation every month when Iruka went shopping. He had tried switching up which days he went shopping but somehow the Copy nin was still there poking at his cart by the cookie isle. He'd even given him missions and still found himself swamped with work and unable to go shopping. Somehow he suspected he would miss the Copy nin and the items Kakashi thought he discreetly placed into Iruka's cart every trip. And thus they had fallen into a routine that they both found comfortable and shopping day had been moved to the second Saturday as there was no school and Iruka was not scheduled at the missions desk. If Kakashi was away on a mission it was the next possible Saturday.

"Are we going to buy some more tea this shopping trip? I do believe we are out of ginger tea." The white haired man asked as he slid into position beside the other man. He was discreetly slipping money into Iruka's wallet something he had yet to discover or had at least never commented on. Probably because it covered the exact amount of Kakashi's ideal purchases.

"We? I don't even drink ginger tea that's you." Iruka sighed it was no wonder everyone was always asking him why his boyfriend was so dysfunctional. He wasn't even his boyfriend to start with, at least the subject had never been officially addressed. It was easier to just fall together than to place a label, a label meant acknowledging that what they were doing had been going on too long. Not that he didn't consider Kakashi his boyfriend he practically lived with him outside of missions. He couldn't even remember the last time he had seen the Copy nin leave his house for a set of clean clothes, as all of the illustrious man's uniforms had invaded the tanner man's closet. Of course Kakashi had his own place but when he wasn't on a mission or needing his own space he was normally found lounging around the chunin's couch ruining his essays by grading them himself and blotching mission reports whenever he thought he could get away with it. "Hey what did I say about the next item we don't need?"

"You said I'd be able to do whatever I want to you with it." The Copy nin's visible eye gave him the equivalent of a feral grin watching happily as the chunin's face gained color quickly.

"That is not what I said." Iruka growled but left the whipped topping where it was in the cart grabbing a galleon of milk. "I think that's everything... Where is my list?" The absentminded question was answered as the list was shoved into his out outstretched hand and slowly they checked things off even the things that the jounin had scribbled in and 'snuck' into the cart as they made their way to the check out.

All the while the great Kakashi would say things like "See it was on the list," or "I told you we needed that!" as they read over the items he had scribbled in much to Iruka's chagrin. But they were both smiling chatting to each other about the products as the cashier rang them up a smile on her face.

It was a well worn routine between them and was nothing new to the cashier that checked them out, she normally worked this time every Saturday as a student. As they left she smiled to herself thinking how they acted just like an old married couple while she helped her next customers.