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[ oh you know, characters get married. ]
Yosuke had been laid down on a thin blanket on the floor. Pillows forming a fence of sorts as he wiggles. A familiar faces comes into view, which brings a smile and some waving of the arms too. Maybe he'd come down and play with him?
“Good morning, Yosuke!” Iruka coos. Before having a baby, Iruka loathed cooing. At the Academy, all he does is tell the children not to baby talk, and here he is now acting like a fool at six in the morning while his wife showers. He lays down on the floor in front of Yosuke, moving a few pillows aside so the baby can see a little better. Smiling to keep his son placated, Iruka’s hand searches for the little plastic ring toy he likes so much.
“Aha! This one is your favorite, isn’t it?” Iruka pulls the ring back, waving it slowly in front of his son’s face, watching as his eyes track it in fascination, tiny lips moving to make shapes and then occasional nonsensical sounds. An open hand swats clumsily at the toy, and Iruka stops moving it once Yosuke manages to hit it so he can grasp onto it and tug it towards his mouth with both hands. The ring hits the baby’s cheek first, and then Yosuke corrects enough to get the toy into his mouth and pin it there.
One, now slobbery, infant hand reaches out towards Iruka. Without a second thought, he offers Yosuke his finger to grasp.
Favorite ships for Iruka: romantic, platonic, familial, go.
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Fasten your seatbelts because this is not the essay I am supposed to be writing
Familial:
Iruka and Naruto: I complain about lacking a Naruto to write these things with more often than I really should but Naruto is important to him and taught him a lot and they are two lonely family less people who found each other and I hate how canon treated that. I also am 150% a sucker for cute kid interactions.
Child!Iruka and Caring Adult: This could be Kohari and Ikkaku or it could be some other caring figure. I would love to write with a Hiruzen one day regarding that relationship. After his parents die he is just so alone that anything counts to him, including Mizuki. If he has a full-time caring adult his grieving process over his parents also manifests differently which is really fun because he’s even more of a little shit.
Platonic:
*categorized by type of relationship rather than individual muses for the most part because all these guys are side characters and so almost no one plays them
Iruka and other chuunin/ Paper Ninja: Commiseration, Iruka actually being the same rank as one of his peers, good things.
Iruka and other jonin: He seems to know like all of them in canon and is usually at least on friendlyish terms with them. Also, he has jonin level skills and I like exploring ninja friendships, sue me.
Iruka and Anko: Best friend, takes fantastic care of him while also being terrible, the bants, the snuggles, it’s all good things @mita-rashi
Romantic: Under readmore because shipping
@uminosclassroom asked: C3
[ oh hey I’m just been trucking along trying to walk upright since my back gave out, and then I had to stay off my feet a few days. so I got to draw a little so enjoy papa Iruka with little Yosuke. ]
[ help, I’ve fluffed and I can’t get up. ]
"Breathe"
My muse is in the middle of having a panic attack, send me “Breathe” to try and calm them down.
The argument was stupid: he asked her for some of the pamphlets from her office on pet care for the children interested in shinobi summons. Today is the second day in a row she forgot them. They are both stressed. It’s flea season for her and lice season for him and they’re washing the sheets and spraying down the upholstery with tea tree oil for the second time this month. Iruka doubles down on the planning and to-do lists, but Wyota gets scatterbrained when she is stressed.
“I...kind of forgot, I’m sorry. I’ll get it to you tomorrow. I promise,” she says.
“Like you said you would yesterday!?” He snaps, taking the two corners of the freshly dried sheet from her to finish folding it.
“I just forgot, Iruka.” Suddenly all that’s playing in his head are all the times Mizuki said the exact same thing. Not just little things like this, real things that could have gotten him into trouble or put someone in danger: allergy warnings, worksheets for the students, group supplies Iruka had been in charge of distributing on missions, and his birthday on several occasions.
His heart pounds frantically against his ribs. The room is suddenly five degrees warmer and the hair on the back of his neck stands up like someone is lying in wait for him. No one is there, nothing is out of the ordinary. Something is wrong with him.
“I need to go,” Iruka says, quickly and tersely. He walks right out of the house, slamming the door behind him (an accident, leaving the window open reduces the air resistance in the room). His hands shake, so he shoves them firmly in his pockets to pin them down.
When Wy comes out looking for him a few minutes later, she finds he has not made it far. He is just on the other side of the building, clinging with white-knuckle grip to a trash can.
“I can’t—” he chokes out, cycling between dry heaving and frantically gasping for air, “I can’t breathe.”
@uminosclassroom from an ask- that i sent forever ago.
They’d talked about it before, just one of those ‘what-if’ situations and both agreed to give it some more time. Well, time was up- and his reaction makes her doubt he’s actually happy about the situation. Whatever contact they had she slips out of, back to where she left the conformation on the table. Taking a seat, she waits for him to take it in. It’s a good chance she’s over reacting, that it’s just going to take some time for him to warm up to the situation.
“I haven’t been feeling very well,” most days after he leaves she’s been feeling nauseous and some she’s been sick. “So, a few days ago I took a test at work and after the third one was positive- I made an appointment to see the doctor today.”
The paper now in her hands, glancing over the results- maybe the fiftieth time, it wasn’t like she wanted to keep it from him. “But yea-“ there a little smile forms, “I’m pregnant.”