#v:anbu

[uminosclassroom]

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

Nonverbal RP Starters 

  “Shut up!” Iruka isn’t sure if she said anything in the first place, though he can feel her hand on his shoulder. It’s not like him to lash out like this, or to tremble underneath her hand the way he is. 

Right now they’re in the barracks, inside Iruka’s dingy, standard-issue apartment. He has no need to wear his mask right now, but he reaches for it anyway. One minute, they’re laughing as Iruka unlocks the door, and in the next second he freezes and his breaths come fast and shallow. He doesn’t understand why there’s so much blood, and why nothing he does will make the screaming stop. As soon as the episode starts, it stops. At best, a full thirty seconds has gone by. His breathing starts to normalize. His stance relaxes. Iruka removes his mask, hesitantly returning it to his spot on the counter. He knows Chitose noticed, the whole thing was obvious, even if he can’t completely cobble together a narrative for what just happened. His only hope is that she takes pity on him--or knows when it’s better to keep her mouth shut. Iruka turns back to her cautiously, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand. “Sorry-- I’m sorry--that was rude of me. Let me grab you those muffins I promised you.”

[uminosclassroom]

“You’re under arrest.”

Sentence Meme Starters

He recognized his mistake the moment he left the building, when he'd caught a glimpse at the hands on the clock as he fled into the night. It had taken him too long. Thirty seconds, maybe a minute, less and he would have been home free with his tracks covered well enough to keep the ANBU off his trail.

Of course they would send Raven after him. The man knows Iruka's fighting style better than anyone and it shows in how well his team is coordinated. It's been nearly an hour and a half running at top speed with an entire squad of ANBU fanned out and launching attacks at him. Every attempt he's made to lose the tail has failed. He's running out of stamina, weapons, and territory he has any sort of advantage in.

“Heh.” He huffs, stopping in his tracks. There’s no point anymore. He wasn't even sure there was a point to begin with. The most important thing in Iruka's life is the village. What would it be if the only place he truly cared for became somewhere he could never go back to? Slowly, he puts his hands up, letting his next volley of shuriken slip from his fingers and fall through the trees.

“I wasn’t fast enough.” Iruka slaps an explosive tag over his chest and forms the handsign to detonate it.

[uminosclassroom]

"Your back. Does it hurt sometimes?"

“On and off, yes. I can usually avoid needing any medication for it.” The last thing he wants is to build up a tolerance or dependence. With the injuries ANBU sustain on a regular basis they take a lot of painkillers, but he would much rather have the lowest possible dose be effective in the field if he needs it than be pain-free now.

Really, it’s not just his back. Sometimes it's muscle spasms across his upper chest, or shooting pains down his arms. For the most part though, he’s lucky. It is largely just an ache in his upper back from sleeping on the ground and stiffness in the mornings. 

[uminosclassroom]

; dose up drugs a painkillers propably.

Send ‘💊💊’ for your muse to dose up my muse with a drug.|| LOUDLY ACCEPTING

Their supply of any medications at all is extremely limited, a hazard of packing light. Iruka has been doing his best to tough it out but the traveling has taken its toll on him, even when he spends most of the day riding on Obito’s back. They have stopped to rest for the night, at Iruka’s insistence that the rest of the squad take a break. Shelter for the night is a small cave a half mile past the border to Fire Country. 

Maybe it’s Iruka’s heavy breathing, or the way he has not moved from his vaguely curled position on the ground in two hours, or the fact that he’s sweating even as the temperature outside approaches freezing that convinces Obito to medicate him. Either way, Iruka hardly even notices until after the pills are swallowed, more focused on taking in the water the group keeps forcing on him. 

“Painkillers?” he confirms

[uminosclassroom]

"My mission is to serve you."

Hyrule Warriors Starter Meme

On missions, he is largely calm and focused. He keeps his thoughts and feelings bound as tightly to himself as he can. Ikkaku is a codename, but also a persona, something not uncommon among ANBU members. The differences between Ikkaku and Iruka are particularly obvious in this situation. Ikkaku is defensive, does what is needed, avoids openly displaying his weakness, vulnerability, and joy.

Iruka wakes up in the hospital only half-aware of where he is, identity and entire backside revealed by hospital dress. Beyond scrapes and bruises, Iruka has broken his right arm, his left leg, and three ribs. By the time Chitose comes by he has charmed a nurse into bringing him a worn paperback novel which he is trying to puzzle through while fuzzy on painkillers and with one plastered arm.

She enters the room, announces her purpose, and Iruka bursts into laughter.

"I--'m sorry," He hunches over, hand on his side to try and nurse the pain it causes, "you just make it sound so serious."

[uminosclassroom]

"anbu-san—" it's a designated moniker, something he calls every single shadow attached to that white, porcelain mask but there's a faint lilt of amusement bleeding from his voice whenever tei addresses this particular one. as if he's laughing at an inside joke, an unspoken punchline. "—it's been a while."

In a way it is an inside joke, referring to Iruka as a stranger when Tei knows all sorts of things about him. It would have been in his file for getting tortured torture resistance training. Not just his code name, but the real identity it is associated with, details about both his lives that only a handful of people know. 

“It has,” Iruka agrees. He does not need to come by T&I that often and Tei seems to linger in the dungeon as opposed to at his desk. “There was a prisoner brought down here under the name Kusunoki Takahiro. Has any information come up?” 

[uminosclassroom]

((In ANBU verse Mizuki would have tried to follow Iruka up the ranks but failed the initial psych evaluation. When he finally loses it he steals the scroll on his own and tries to defect. Iruka warns him he has orders to kill if mizuki won't cooperate. He doesn't listen. Iruka kills his best friend and goes on his third S-rank mission two days later. ))

[uminosclassroom]

Puts Chi here.

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

They aren’t training today, though Iruka finds most dancing to be very similar to training. Depending on the steps, dance promotes strength, agility, timing, and teamwork. The rest of the shinobi world has yet to see it that way. Konoha has one tiny dance studio mostly used by civilian children.

 It was happenstance Chistose and Iruka ever even found out about their mutual interest in dance, and perhaps they are the only two shinobi dancers in all of Konoha. He does not perform as she does, but is more than content to meet up with her at odd hours of the night to practice in the forest by firelight, like lovers having an affair. 

He is far more familiar with the regional folk dances, while she possesses greater knowledge of traditional routines. Likely it comes from their vastly different upbringings, but it means they have a lot of learn from one another. 

So few things about their job make him happy, but this does. It puts a smile on his face, makes him feel truly connected to another person. The end of a dance is a rush of joy and passion and sensation he is not allowed to feel the majority of the time, and it is all intricately associated with a personal connection– a connection to her. 

He leans in and presses his lips to hers before he has the time to think it through.