For the writer's prompts: 25 Kakairu and 26 Tobirama x Iruka if you would humor this nerd who apparently ships Iruka with the silver/white-haired nerds who aren't the bastard Mizuki 💕
Soooo, this one ended up turning into a full length fic 😅 It’s the KakaIru prompt, because I’m not sure I know Tobirama well enough to do him justice in a story heh
The first chapter’s up on AO3, and here’s a preview!
“Hey!” Iruka says before Kakashi has a chance to speak. “Down for a movie day? I figure it’s been a while, and the storm’s stopped for now, so if you’re free, I’ve got the extended Lord of the Rings movies and some snacks with your name on them.”
“I’d like that,” Kakashi says quietly, but loud enough to earn himself a dissatisfied grunt from Pakkun as he’s roused from sleep. “We’ll be waiting.”
“Be there in twenty. Or, well, probably forty, with how the roads are looking.” Kakashi hears the clatter of blinds, and then a low growl as Iruka lets them fall. “I swear, they don’t do any plowing until the last possible minute.”
“I’m sure they’re attacking the highways and main roads first,” Kakashi says. “You’ll be safe?”
“Can’t be an elementary teacher without thinking safety, am I right?” Iruka asks, and Kakashi hums out a soft laugh.
“Shouldn’t,” he corrects. “We’ve both seen our fair share of unsafe things at work, hm?”
“Yeah, yeah, shouldn’t,” Iruka says. Kakashi can hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll be over there before eleven, at any rate. Get ready for your mind to be blown.”
Kakashi would tell Iruka he always manages to blow his mind if he could, but the words tangle in his throat and before he can untangle them, he’s said his goodbyes and set the phone back on the table. Pakkun looks up at him when he presses his hands over his face, groaning.
“I know, I know,” he sighs. “Some day, Pakkun. Some day I’ll say it.”
Some day, like he hasn’t been wishing for that someday for months now.
He flops back onto the couch and pulls the blanket over his eyes, shutting the world out as his brow knits in irritation. It should be simple, shouldn’t it? All the movies, all the books, the articles, the stories people tell him--it’s so easy to love, but no one ever says how hard it is to keep that love trapped inside your chest where it lights up every part of you.
Uhei, Bull, and Bisuke eventually wander in from their perch on his bed to settle by his side, noses freezing as they seek out his company. It’s so much easier with them, because they take what he has to give and multiply it tenfold. There’s no worrying that they’ll reject him, no worrying that they don’t feel the same, because they don’t feel the same way Iruka does.
It’s what he loves about them, but he can’t help the way he craves something more.
Something to fill the space he’s carved out for another person inside his chest.