This is my first story so I'm sorry if it's terrible.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
There is nothing Iruka likes more than waking up on a Saturday morning with Kakashi, their clothes from the night before littered around them while they lie in bed together, their fingers and legs entwined, grinning at each other like idiots before debating what to do that day.
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There is nothing Kakashi likes more than walking through the streets of Konoha, Icha Icha in one hand, Iruka in the other. Every so often a prejudiced or jealous bystander would stare at Iruka, but Kakashi knows how to solve the problem. Putting away his book, his now free hand wraps around the slim waist and he possessively kisses the top of the now blushing Chuunin's head.
As he glances briefly back at the annoying onlookers, he notices that all of them are wide-eyed and blushing.
"Kakashi one, strangers zero."