ever wonder what my muse says about yours? || Accepting
💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death.
Some part of Iruka had convinced himself Naruto could not die. He never had before, no matter how many dangerous missions he went on. Kurama was there to keep him safe and heal him quickly. He worried about Naruto coming back and needing to stay in the hospital, not Naruto never coming back. A hospital staff member tells him the boy died on the table and part of his world crumbles.
“We were unable to save him, Iruka-sensei. I’m sorry.” The medic has a look in her eyes Iruka does not register right away. It is distant pity, he realizes, like she is looking at kicked puppy from across the street. Tears well at the corners of his eyes, but it still does not feel real—not yet.
“Can I see him? I need to see him.” His voice wavers, despite a firm stance. If he can see the body, he will know for sure. They could have made a mistake, Kurama always kept Naruto safe. What was different this time? That had to be it—no. He needs to be practical about this; shinobi die all the time. Iruka teaches his students to do what needs to be done first, and then grieve later. There are still things that need to be done and he has to pull it together. “What about Kakashi-sama and the rest of Team Seven? Have you alerted them yet?”