Spur of the moment stories I decided to write. I thought they were really cute, so I posted them.
Warning: It's pretty much implied shounen-ai, so yeah…can't say I didn't tell you anything.
Disclaimer: (even though these are super short) I don't own either of the characters.
Short #1:
Iruka blinked a couple times to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare, and assured of that, he stared. Hard. Agonizingly hard. On the very top of his large stack of homework to grade was a pink envelope with his name and a heart beside it. That handwriting was unmistakable. He quickly grabbed hold of his desk in case his legs decided to stop supporting him. He couldn't believe it. right there. At that moment....in the middle of class. The graduating class. The class that was now making cat calls because there was no way a pink envelope with a heart could be mistaken for anything BUT what it was. A heat rose to his cheeks as he muttered to himself through clenched teeth "...Kakashiiiiiiiiiii...."
Short #2:
Iruka-sensei let out a sigh, patting the finished checked reports
proudly. Well...almost finished. There was one missing. The one that
was always missing. His cheery disposition fell again as he realized
team 7 had yet to submit their report. "argh, he's always so late!" he
said, crossing his arms and pouting with closed eyes. "I'm a busy man,
Iruka-sensei." The chuunin teacher looked up suddenly and nearly
toppled out of his chair, staring at a masked face with silver hair
about 2 inches from his face. "Ka-ka-ka-kakashi!" the jounin's eye
arched as he smiled, crawling off the desk. "Ah, I forget...this thing,
personal space, is kind of complicated..." Iruka held a hand to his
chest, breathing again. "Y-yes..."
Short #3:
Total silence. Wide eyes, gaping mouths. Then suddenly blushes, loud
giggles and gagging noises. Iruka just stood there, frozen. All blood
draining from his face before it all registered in his mind. A flash of
black, silver and green. An all too familiar face. A finger to lift his
chin. Warm lips against his cheek. A puff of smoke. Gasps of shock.
Iruka flushed bright red, wanting to bury himself beneath the floor
boards just then from embarassment. Using the desk as substitute, he
buried his face in his hands.Despite the overwhelming embarassment, he
began to smile, the soft way the jounin had spoken echoing in his mind.
"Good morning, dear Iruka."
Well hoped you liked them ; I hope to write longer stories next time, and in a much better style than this. Review if you'd like to.