Choices
Kakashi Hatake was a senior in high school. The school's laziest, nonchalant senior there was, which was saying a lot considering the people who were his classmates. His spikey grey hair stood out amongst all the bright colors, swooping up as if electrocuted, and then hanging down a bit, as if soggy from the rain.
He was well aware that a certain freshman had a crush on him, and he was also aware that he had an extreme crush on him as well. But the cruel fact he was the most aware of was his clan's name. His father had disgraced the clan enough, what would he be doing to his future family's name if everyone found out he were gay and he liked someone four years younger than him. It was unheard of.
But today, Kakashi had pretty much had enough. Had enough of hiding who he was for the sake of some stupid dream he had of being a father, had enough of hiding his true emotions, had enough of feeling like an idiotic bastard every time he blew Iruka off. It was the final glance at the tan brunette at lunch that day that had set him off. He'd just been sitting, staring, and Iruka had turned around, met his glance, and smiled. It was the most wonderful smile Kakashi had ever seen. And even though he'd seen it countless times before, it never failed to have the same effect on him.
So it was then that Kakashi made his choice, pulled down his mask, and gave Iruka the kiss the school had been waiting for.