continued from here with @fightingdreamcrs‘s Iruka, feat. Anko!
A hand pressed to his forehead as Iruka hissed air between his teeth, hoping the headache after the chaotic day in class would abate soon. Anko’s light-hearted amusement at his predicament was comforting at least, the familiarity of her gentle ribbing as she patted away the chalk dust enough to ease his frustrations of not being on his best form of the day.
“Some time between the errant kunai in the classroom - where she got hold of it I don’t know - the notes flying around and another rivalry battle that escalated into a shouting match in the middle of the room…” he groaned, rubbing at his forehead once more before he dropped his hand and chuckled tiredly.
“It’s tempting, I’ll admit, but I have a few more subtle tricks up my sleeve and I have a feeling half my class would either try and throw something at it or keep it as a pet. The rest would be screaming and on the desks…” he chuckled, thinking about the chaos that would ensue there. Probably more than the prank was worth.
“Tell me we can go for a drink at least… it has been a week. Between classes and the mission desk with jonin who turn in illegible reports… I’m at my limit.”
Hearing about all the commotion in the classroom that day made Anko grimace. It sounded awful. “I swear, some days, running a classroom at the academy could qualify as an S-Rank mission. Sounds like today was one of ‘em. I’ll pester the Hokage about it later.”
She stops her patting of her friend’s shoulders, turning her attention to the empty classroom. Pencils were strewn about, as were loose papers. She’d set to work on tidying the space up, knowing Iruka was at his limit. As she does so, she thinks to herself, Kami, he’s got some patience. I’d have all these brats in a chokehold. When she stumbles upon the formerly mentioned Kunai wedged snuggly in a floorboard, the drinks Iruka mentioned wanting sounded well-deserved. She squats and wraps her hand ‘round the weapon’s hilt.
Anko tugs and it doesn’t budge. “The hell?” She mumbles under her breath before tugging even harder. Eventually it comes loose, but the might it required caused Anko to fall back flat on her rear. She gives her companion the most unamused look she could muster.
“Yeah, we’re definitely going for drinks. My treat— You deserve it.” She stares at the kunai in her hand. “How the Hell did they get this wedged so deep? You teaching kids or beasts, Iruka?”
