Chalk-dust High
Kakashi x Iruka
Kakashi couldn't describe the taste anymore than he could smell the invisible flavor, but he could breathe it in and know it was there.
Each morning, a bit before noon and a little past ten, Kakashi would saunter into a classroom. 'Iruka-Sensei' printed in bold letters on the permanent slab of cardboard stuck above the door, and deposit a paper sack full of nutrients on the teacher's desk.
Iruka would try to ignore the man that lingered silently in the back of his classroom, until he no longer could, and huffed an order for his students to take a break for recess. They happily obliged.
Kakashi would chuckle softly at Iruka's disheveled appearance and carefully walk towards him, running a hand across Iruka's milk-chocolate locks, and squeezing the thick wrap of his ponytail, watching the colorless puff of dust fill the air.
Kakashi kissed Iruka on the forehead and rubbed chalky hands between his own. Kakashi left with stains of Iruka's white fingerprints littering his clothing, and chalk dust in his hair. The students found it odd, because Kakashi didn't teach, and the man had never touched a blackboard.
Kakashi made up the excuse that; chalk-dust had an addicting aroma.
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