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Inspired by this small shoulder kiss Distracting by @ibeenjunk

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LOOK. ART FOR A THING I WROTE. How amazing is that!?? How amazing is this!?? So much talent. This is so beautiful and I'm disproportionally pleased that something I wrote inspired something so lovely.

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Hi, I haven't seen you on my dash for a while. So, uh, I'm just wondering how you are doing. :)

This is so sweet, thank you for asking. ;_; I've deliberately been not around. I'm attempting to avoid fandom while I take care of some important things in my personal life. I hope to someday come back around but that day is not yet here. Thank you for thinking of me though. <3

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Winter Round Entry: Comedown for Elevensquared

Comedown (1819 words) by Anonymous

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: It wouldn’t be simple, would it, serving as a lifeline to someone like Kakashi — talented and burdened in equal measure, both far beyond anything resembling fair.

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LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL THING THAT WAS WRITTEN FOR ME!!!! ;__; I love it so much.

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ok so um im not really good with words(unlike you) but i HAD to write you because, i read one of your works on kakashi/iruka tag and i was like "wow this one really made me feel something" and then i read another one and another one, soon after i skipped all the other fics to read only yours, i didnt even check the descriptions like i was sure its good. so my point is that i recently fell in love with your writing and i wanted to let you know :<

This is SO FLATTERING. Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to send me this lovely note! You’ve given me so many amazing compliments all at once and I don’t even know where to start, but probably my favorite thing is knowing my writing gave you feelings. ♥ ♥

Please don’t ever worry about being good with words when saying something like this. These kinds of compliments are PERFECTION, and your words were such a joy for me to receive!!

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“It depends on the end result,” Kakashi murmurs against Iruka’s neck. He gently unwraps the lights tangling Iruka’s hands behind his back, fingers grazing the skin of Iruka’s wrists. He pushes slowly at Iruka’s shoulder, letting the hand on Iruka’s hip trail along his stomach, around to his back, stepping away as he twists Iruka to pull the decorative lights loose.

As the wires come undone, Kakashi pulls them over Iruka’s head, sliding his hand up Iruka’s back beneath his shirt. “I’m more willing to help,” Kakashi brushes his lips over the back of Iruka’s neck, teasing, and continues, “if I get something out of it in the end.”

He can feel Kakashi’s hair tickle behind his ear, feel his stubble graze the back of his neck. “You’re a terrible helper, and a worse negotiator,” he says, leaning back against Kakashi just enough to send all the right signals. “Since when do you have to be rewarded for helping me?”

Iruka smiles, reaching around to find Kakashi’s hand until he rests it squarely on his hip. “Well?” he asks, turning his head just enough for Kakashi to catch the tail end of his grin. “What’ll it be, soldier?”

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Iruka’s subtle teasing, the sly smile, the question - it all burns through Kakashi in a way he’d thought would eventually subside into something calmer, less intense. But somehow Iruka never fails to get this reaction from him.

He clenches his fingers on Iruka’s hip, steps forward against Iruka’s back, wrapping his other arm around Iruka’s chest, pulling him back tight - pressing their bodies together.

Kakashi loosens his grip on Iruka’s hip, sliding his hand forward along Iruka’s stomach, under his shirt, palm pressed flat against Iruka’s skin. His fingers play over Iruka’s bellybutton, and he lets his hand drop lower, fingertips sliding just below Iruka’s waistband. “Whatever you’ll let me have,” he replies.

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Iruka rolls over and lands half atop Kakashi, with his face tucked against Kakashi's neck and one leg thrown over Kakashi's hips. He continues his deep, dreamless sleep, content to be a stifling octopus while he does.

Nuu this was such a sweet ask, and I used it as a prompt for the 25 days of kisses and turned it into so much smutty porn. o.o  I hope you enjoy it anyway…

KakaIru 25 Days of Kisses: Day 17 - Jealous Kiss

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Kakashi jolts awake when Iruka rolls over, pinning his arm and half of his body, his leg thrown over Kakashi’s hips. Iruka’s face is tucked against Kakashi’s neck, and Kakashi can feel Iruka’s soft exhalations of breath across his exposed skin. He tries to settle his spiked heart rate, matching his own breathing to Iruka’s, the deep, slow-paced breaths of sleep.

He adjusts the arm that’s pressed between Iruka and the bed, and Iruka shifts with a slight noise. Kakashi stills, not wanting to wake him, but Iruka settles back comfortably where he was, and Kakashi gently curls his trapped arm around Iruka. Iruka’s back is warm to the touch, and Kakashi slides his fingers across the expanse of skin, unthinkingly.

Iruka moves again, this time drawing even closer, tucking himself against Kakashi in an almost-hug before relaxing again. Kakashi exhales quietly, listening to Iruka’s steady breathing, and keeps his hand where it ended up, low on Iruka’s back. He wonders at Iruka’s responsiveness, his tactile nature, even in sleep. Iruka’s body is pressed against the length of Kakashi’s own as if it’s truly his ideal sleeping position, as if he’d do the same regardless of who his bed partner might be.

Kakashi frowns, wondering who else may have shared Iruka’s bed like this. Who else might have woken to Iruka sliding close, pressing their bodies together? What would they have done with Iruka, half-undressed, warm and pliant from sleep?

He splays his hand across Iruka’s lower back, pulling him close again, and revels in Iruka’s pleased murmur, the way he moves against Kakashi. He wants this for himself - only for himself. He doesn’t want anyone else to have Iruka like this, ever - he viscerally, jealously, wants this to be only his.

“What are you thinking about?” Iruka’s quiet voice, the exhalation ghosting over his neck, startles Kakashi again. He doesn’t move, but he knows Iruka can feel his heart rate jump underneath the arm thrown across his chest.

“Sorry,” Kakashi murmurs, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mmm, it’s okay.” Iruka moves once again, but doesn’t pull away, just settles his head more comfortably, tucks his arm around Kakashi more firmly. “What’s on your mind?”

Iruka asking a second time makes Kakashi realize he had attempted a deflection of the first question instinctively, without realizing it. He had resolved to try to be more honest with Iruka, answering his questions without vagueness or misdirection. Sighing in frustration at himself, Kakashi lets the words fall from his mind into the darkness of the room without further deliberation, “How many people have you slept with?”

Iruka’s prolonged silence prickles at Kakashi, making him want to reconsider his honesty policy. He’s about to untangle from Iruka’s hold, go to the restroom, make a cup of tea - anything to get away from the oppressive atmosphere, when Iruka says, “Four. Including you, four.”

Kakashi wishes he hadn’t asked. The anger, the killing intent, rolls through his body without his consent, and he focuses his mind on breathing, attempting to reign in his spiking chakra. He hadn’t thought, hadn’t been prepared for the reaction. Iruka stays still, quiet, even though it must be incredibly uncomfortable, to be dragged from sleep only to have Kakashi shove his malicious aura in his face. He can feel sweat bead on Iruka’s back, under his palm, an instinctual reaction, even though Iruka stays relaxed, body commendably controlled. Kakashi clenches his jaw, “I didn’t- I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Does it bother you?” Kakashi almost laughs at the question, ridiculous in light of the obvious way he had reacted, but something about the flatness of Iruka’s tone, the careful way he’d asked, gives him pause. Iruka’s not asking whether Kakashi is angry, (‘Jealous, Kakashi thinks - blindly, stupidly jealous, call it what it is and get over it.’) he’s asking something else.

“Should it?” Kakashi slides his hand further up Iruka’s back, breaking the strange stillness they’d been holding themselves in. He’s not sure how to find his way through this conversation, how to fix his mistake.

Iruka doesn’t answer, quiet for a moment again, before asking, “Do you want to know who they were?”

“No!” Kakashi’s sudden, vehement response jolts Iruka into pulling away, the way Kakashi’s chakra hadn’t earlier, withdrawing his leg from where it had been flung over Kakashi, and releasing Kakashi’s trapped arm. Kakashi runs his freed hand over his face. “No… I don’t.” He’d learned his lesson well enough the first time. He doesn’t think he could handle seeing any of Iruka’s former lovers around Konoha, wondering if Iruka touched them the way he touches Kakashi, if he’d smiled at them the way he smiles at Kakashi. The way the jealousy is still simmering beneath his skin, he’s not sure he could be trusted to deal appropriately with that kind of information.

His entire behavior right now is inappropriate. He takes a deep breath, hand still over his eyes, and sighs it out, says “I’m sorry. I never should have asked.” He should have convinced Iruka to go back to sleep, shouldn’t have let the jealousy make him wonder in the first place.

“It’s okay,” Iruka says, and pulls Kakashi’s hand from his face. Iruka looks down at him, propped on a forearm by Kakashi’s side. His eyelids are lowered, gaze fixed somewhere near Kakashi’s collarbone. “I want to know those kinds of things about you, too.” He threads their fingers together, twists Kakashi’s hand until the back of it is pressed against his lips. “But not right now. Right now the idea of anyone else getting to see you like this makes me want to burn the entire village to the ground.” The hidden steel in Iruka’s tone lights a warmth beneath Kakashi’s sternum, spreads out through his body. “Someday, maybe, I’ll ask you about your former lovers, but right now I can’t stand the idea of you wanting anyone but me.”

Iruka releases Kakashi’s hand, trails his fingers down Kakashi’s forearm, up over his bicep, across his shoulder. Kakashi is enraptured, hearing Iruka say the words he couldn’t, his body burning at the way Iruka’s thoughts parallel his own, the way Iruka draws the jealousy into life between them, no longer a snake coiling in Kakashi’s gut, but a sparking fire leaping from Iruka’s fingers into Kakashi’s skin.

“I can’t bear the thought of you sharing anyone else’s bed but mine.” Iruka’s hand trails from Kakashi’s chest, fingers tracing up his neck, along his jawline. “I like that you wear the mask because I don’t want anyone else to be allowed to see you the way you let me.” Iruka leans over Kakashi, forearms pressed to the mattress on either side of Kakashi’s head, his hair sliding loose around his shoulders, creating an alcove of space occupied only by them, Iruka’s lips hovering centimeters above Kakashi’s own. “I want to be the only one who gets to touch you, to kiss you.” He’s quiet for a moment, eyes focused on Kakashi’s mouth, before raising them to meet Kakashi’s gaze, and whispers, “Can I?”

Kakashi doesn’t care whether Iruka is asking to kiss him, or if he can be the only one allowed to kiss him - the answer is yes either way. He surges up into Iruka, catching at his shoulder, his neck, their tongues meeting frantically. Iruka groans and moves back on top of Kakashi, settling between his legs, pushing Kakashi into the mattress, hands in Kakashi’s hair, devouring his mouth. Kakashi’s relieved to feel that Iruka is as hard as he is, gasping into the kiss as Iruka drags their hips together.

Iruka tugs at Kakashi’s hair, pulling his head back, breaking the kiss to mouth at Kakashi’s neck. “Kakashi. I want you - I want… God, can I?” One of Iruka’s hands trails down Kakashi’s chest, under his waistband to grasp his erection, and Kakashi can’t think to figure out how to respond, Iruka’s words, his hands, his mouth, the sole focus of his attention.

“Yes, fuck - anything… yes,” Kakashi knows he’s incoherent, doesn’t actually care what he’s agreeing to, would give Iruka anything, everything, right now. What he gets is Iruka’s mouth, and he kisses him hungrily, Iruka’s tongue sliding wetly against Kakashi’s. Kakashi bucks his hips up into Iruka’s grip on him, and Iruka pulls away again, sitting up this time.

“Off - take these off,” Iruka gasps, and tugs at Kakashi’s underwear. Kakashi lifts his hips to let Iruka slide them off, then Iruka is gone, off the bed in a flurry of motion. He returns a moment later, naked, and Kakashi hardly has a moment to appreciate it before Iruka’s mouth is on his cock, and slick fingers are pressing into him.

“Aaahh!” Kakashi can’t help the noise, vaguely has a moment to think ‘that was fast,’ before his senses are overwhelmed by Iruka’s mouth, his fingers. He can take it fast - wants it,  even - wants Iruka like this, demanding, taking what he wants from Kakashi, and Kakashi is so willing to give. He clutches at Iruka’s head, planting his feet on the bed to spread his legs, angle his hips to give Iruka more room. Iruka hums around him in appreciation and adds another finger, stretching, and Kakashi gasps, the pleasure sparking up his spine from where Iruka’s fingers press inside him. Iruka pulls off, slides his tongue across Kakashi’s balls to press it against his perineum, curves his fingers inside Kakashi and suddenly Kakashi’s world is a white-out of intensity, and he moans, wanton, and says, “Now. Iruka, I want you now.”

Iruka moves, and seconds later is leaning back over Kakashi, one hand hooked beneath his knee, pulling his leg over Iruka’s shoulder, the other hand on Kakashi’s jaw, kissing him while he pushes in, and it’s good, it’s so good. Iruka doesn’t pause, pulling back out and thrusting back again, solidly, and Kakashi can’t focus to kiss anymore, lets Iruka bite at his lips, his jaw, his throat.

All he can think of is the way Iruka feels inside him, on top of him, how good it is to have Iruka like this, how good Iruka makes him feel, and he manages to grab at Iruka to say, “This is yours. This - I’ve only ever done this with you.”

“Oh my God,” Iruka groans, and stops moving, a shudder racking through him that Kakashi can feel. “Don’t tell me that now.” Iruka pants against him for a moment, face once again pressed to Kakashi’s neck, and Kakashi tightens his legs around him, trying to urge him to move again. “Kakashi,” Iruka growls out the warning, fingers pressing into Kakashi’s leg. He lifts his head to look down at Kakashi and ask, “The first time we did this, you hadn't…?”

“No. I never wanted to before.” Kakashi hadn’t thought it had been pertinent information at the time, but now he can see why Iruka might have wanted to know.

“Fuck,” Iruka says, shaking his head as if to clear it.

“Please,” Kakashi replies, and shifts again, clenching around Iruka, urging him to move.

Iruka closes his eyes, tips his head back, breathes deeply a few times before saying, “Fuck,” again, softer. When he leans back down, he moves inside of Kakashi slowly, and grabs Kakashi’s face again to pull him into another kiss. This time it’s slower, too, more intimate somehow, and Kakashi closes his eyes against the way his chest tightens, the way his breath is suddenly gone. “Kakashi,” Iruka murmurs against his lips, and when he snaps his hips forward, sharply, Kakashi cries out against his mouth, and Iruka groans and picks up the pace, finally.

Kakashi loses himself in it, the slide of Iruka moving inside him, Iruka’s mouth on his jaw, his shoulder, his neck. Iruka reaches a hand between them to grip Kakashi’s erection and he feels his body tense up, heat radiating from Iruka’s hand around him, Iruka’s cock inside him. Kakashi throws his head back as Iruka fucks him through it, his come striping over Iruka’s hand, his own stomach. It’s intense, it’s so good, and Iruka’s mouth is at his collarbone and he’s mumbling praises, words against Kakashi’s skin that he can’t focus on, until Iruka stills above him again, gasping his name.

Kakashi trails his fingers up Iruka’s spine, his neck, threads them into his hair to hold Iruka there, tucked against his shoulder, and breathes, relaxing. Iruka’s chest moves against his own where they’re pressed together, the rise and fall of his breath slowing gradually.

“You drive me crazy,” Iruka says, eventually. “It’s never been like this, with anyone but you.”

It mollifies the jealousy, and Kakashi sighs, tips his face against the top of Iruka’s head. “Sorry,” he says.

Iruka snorts a laugh and picks his head up to look at Kakashi. “For driving me crazy? You’d better be.” Kakashi had been apologizing for the jealousy again, for waking Iruka up, but he can tell Iruka knows that. Iruka pulls away, grimacing at the mess they’d made. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” Iruka heaves a put-upon sigh, “But I’m really tired. We can clean up in the morning.”

Kakashi quirks a smile. He doesn’t really care, but Iruka us usually meticulous about washing up after sex. He stretches on the bed, and says, “Fine with me.”

Iruka sighs a half-laugh and settles back on the bed, curling against Kakashi the way he had before they’d woken up, and Kakashi pulls the blankets up over them both. This time when Kakashi splays his hand over Iruka’s lower back there’s no jealousy, only contentment.

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If you're taking requests, would you draw Kakashi and Iruka together with some of Kakashi's dogs?! ;A; you are so lovely and talented! keep up the awesome work!

WAAAAAHHH- IRUKAS!!!! Thanks for the request :”D hope you like it… not sure if this is how you imagine it(never drawn dogs this many ; v ;)b before). But thanks for requesting :”P.

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imagine lee building ramps for gai to go really fast down on his wheelchair and do sick jumps & tricks off of

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"Don't be ridiculous," he says, sighing. But Iruka smiles, nodding towards the fish stand nearby. "Pick what you want, then. Not too much---I don't want to be eating it all week, you hear?" He can see the vendor staring at them, at their hands, at Kakashi, and Iruka instinctively squeezes down around Kakashi's fingers. "Let's get some vegetables, too."

Kakashi smiles at the way Iruka sounds like he’s talking to a schoolchild. He doesn’t actually mind. It’s refreshing to have someone around that doesn’t treat him the way everyone else does. It’s part of why Kakashi works so hard to annoy him. Kakashi never really had anyone around to scold him like that when he was younger - he was too busy training, too busy growing up too soon to bother being childish. It’s interesting to push Iruka’s buttons and see how he’ll react on any given day.

“You’re the one with the list,” Kakashi says, “Unless you’ve managed to misplace it again.”

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Iruka smiles at the children and waves in response to their chorus of, 'Good evening, Iruka-sensei!'. When he turns back, Kakashi is asking after the list again, and Iruka gives him a dubious glance before rummaging through his pocket. When he does find the list, he fixes Kakashi with a soured expression. "This is--pick pocketing, you know? That's rude." But he hasn't let go of Kakashi's hand, and they're nearing the stalls now. "Maybe I won't get the fish if you're going to be so troublesome."

“Maa, it’s only pick-pocketing if you’re taking something, not giving something. That’s the opposite. Give-pocketing? Place-pocketing?“ Kakashi grins at Iruka’s exasperated expression.

“We’re getting saury, right?”

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Iruka looks over, scowling, and says, "Did you really forget it? I told you to bring it, didn't I? Honestly, what am I going to do with you?" He waits, still staring, as though he expects Kakashi to pull out the list and say, 'Just kidding'. "I remember the rice, milk... fish... what else was there?"

Kakashi feigns scratching his chin in thought. “Miso… daikon… chocolate…” the list he invents is nothing close to the original. He tugs Iruka out of the way of a gaggle of adolescent children, using the distraction to take the list and plant it in Iruka’s pocket instead; he’s pretty good - Iruka probably won’t notice.

“Are you sure you don’t have the list? I thought you put it in your pocket before we left.”

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The market is loud, bustling, and Iruka peeks over to catch a trace of uneasiness in Kakashi's stature. He doesn't say a word about it, but he slips his hand into Kakashi's, lacing their fingers together, and squeezes down. "Did you remember to bring the grocery list?"

Kakashi watches the women two stalls down whisper to each other as Iruka takes his hand. He squeezes Iruka’s fingers in return, and says, “I thought you had it.”

The list is in his pocket, but he can’t really pass up such a good opportunity to ruffle Iruka’s feathers.

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Love ur writing, can you write a KakaIru cooking(gingerbread) challenge? Where iruka is out of sight shouting out recipes(in another room) instructions and kakashi have to follow the instructions n work in kitchen alone w/out iru helps.Disaster :")

Hi there! Sorry this took a while to answer - I used your prompt for one of the kkir25 days as well, so I wanted to wait to post it until today! Thank you for the incredibly sweet prompt, I hope you like how this turned out! :D

For the KakaIru 25 Days of Kisses: Day 16 - Pulled Into a Kiss

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“Should the racks be in the top and bottom third of the oven, or positioned so that the rack is the divider that splits the oven into even thirds?” Kakashi’s voice carried easily from the kitchen and Iruka frowned down at the recipe sitting on the table next to his grading. It… didn’t really clarify which.

“Does our oven really have enough options to do both of those things?” He still wasn’t very familiar with the new Western-style oven himself. Iruka looked over the recipe again, quickly. It was marked as ‘easy,’ and Kakashi had agreed to try baking the gingerbread cookies while Iruka caught up on grading papers. There was really no reason for Iruka to get up and go help.

“No, it’s more of the second one, but I thought I’d ask in case that was a problem.”

Iruka rolled his eyes, and said “It’s fine. So, the oven needs to pre-heat, go ahead and set it to 350.”

“Got it.”

“Okay.” Iruka moved on to the next line of the recipe before stopping, backtracking, and calling out. “350 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s 175 Celcius.”

“Of course,” Kakashi said, but Iruka heard movement and clicking noises, as if Kakashi were changing the oven settings again.

Iruka idly wondered if the oven temperature even went that high, and what Kakashi might have originally set it at, but called out instead, “Okay, next sift the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, allspice, cloves, salt, and pepper through the sieve into a bowl.” Hearing movement from the kitchen, he turned back to his grading, getting through a couple more papers before Kakashi asked for the next set of instructions.

Iruka scanned through the next paragraph of the recipe, raising an eyebrow at the wording. It was a simple enough process, though the recipe author didn’t make it sound that way. He read it off to Kakashi anyway, and returned to his papers for a while, confirming the refrigeration length for the dough - three hours - with Kakashi when he checked in.

Soon, Kakashi wandered into the room and flopped onto the couch near Iruka, reaching for a book, and they settled into a familiar routine. Kakashi quietly reading nearby while Iruka graded his papers, pausing here and there to share an egregiously incorrect statement they to laugh over together.

After a little while, Kakashi lifted his head and asked, “Does the oven actually need to pre-heat for that long?”

Iruka looked up from his work to Kakashi, then down at the recipe still sitting on the table. “No! No it really doesn’t, please go turn it off!” How ridiculous to put that at the start of the recipe rather than when the actual baking happens, Iruka thought, glaring at the paper.

Kakashi rose with a chuckle to do as asked, then returned to settle back on the couch with his book. Eventually, Iruka stretched, yawning, and looked at Kakashi, and at the offensive recipe appraisingly. “Would you be okay to finish the cookies alone if a take a nap for a bit?”

Kakashi hummed an affirmative and Iruka decided that it couldn’t go too horribly wrong. He moved to lay on the couch, feet tucked behind Kakashi’s back, and quickly fell into a doze.

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He woke to the smell of gingerbread filling the house, and a fuzzy blanket covering him. Iruka listened quietly for a moment, enjoying the cozy warmth of the blanket, the aroma of Christmas cookies, the soft noises of Kakashi moving around in the kitchen. The domesticity of it all made him smile, and he pushed the blanket off, getting up to go join Kakashi in the kitchen.

His smile dropped immediately upon entering the kitchen and seeing the disaster Kakashi had made of it. Iruka gaped in dismay at the mess of dishes piled in the sink, the flour that coated everything from the countertops to Kakashi’s clothing, and the scraps of gingerbread dough strewn about on every free surface. “What… how? What on earth happened here?” He looked to Kakashi incredulously.

Kakashi swallowed the bite of gingerbread cookie he was chewing on and gestured with the remaining cookie in his hand at the wreck of a kitchen and said, “I finished baking.”

“Yes, I see that,” said Iruka, eyeing the racks of cookies set out to cool on the oven and every free countertop space that wasn’t already occupied. “Did it have to involve destroying the kitchen?”

“Maa, it’s not really destroyed, is it?” Kakashi scratched idly at the side of his face, smearing a streak of flour there. “It’s more like collateral damage.”

“Collateral damage,” Iruka repeated, tonelessly.

Kakashi picked up a piece of paper that Iruka recognized after a second as the recipe. “It’s labelled as ‘easy,’ but I’d classify it as C-rank at best, possibly a B-rank.”

Iruka blinked at him for a moment, considering the absurdity of the situation - Kakashi covered in gingerbread dough and flour, having wrecked their kitchen in the interest of baking Iruka cookies. Sharingan no Kakashi, Jounin Hatake, the Copy-Nin, with dozens of S-rank missions to his name, complaining about the difficulty of a cookie recipe. He huffed a small laugh and said, “Well, are they at least good?”

Kakashi proffered the remains of the gingerbread cookie he was holding and Iruka reached for him, wrapping his fingers around Kakashi’s wrist instead to tug him close, catching him around the neck with his other hand to pull him into a kiss. Kakashi’s soft noise of surprise melted into a pleased hum and his mouth opened under Iruka’s. Iruka could still taste the lingering gingerbread flavor on his tongue, sweet and spicy, and smiled as he pulled back. He plucked the cookie from Kakashi’s fingers and popped it into his mouth. It tasted good - Iruka was mildly surprised considering the state of the kitchen.

“It is good,” Iruka said and smiled at the almost imperceptible way Kakashi relaxed with the statement. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up and then I’ll help you with decorating them.”

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Some appreciation pics because I’m re-reading Dragonball and I’ve always been so in love with Bulma and her family. DB is my childhood and the reason why I started to draw and love manga. 

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Iruka smiles, glad that Kakashi agreed. He leans in, affording Kakashi a slow, soft kiss, and pulls back to say, "It'll be enough for them to see you being sweet and sociable. Knowing the real you--that's my privilege. Is it selfish that I want to keep that for myself?"

Kakashi can fake ‘sweet and sociable’ fine, he’s just not sure he’ll ever get to the point where it comes naturally the way it seems to for Iruka. Or the way it seems to for him when he’s with Iruka.

It’s one of the things he likes best about Iruka though, that he never has to fake it. He really can just relax, take down his mask, and Iruka wants him around anyway. “I don’t care if it’s selfish,“ he says. “I like it anyway.”