* It is implied that Kakashi does not wear his mask in privet situations.
Besides, I think he does it just to gaslight the kidsJ
Schools are closed for ‘Golden Week’ in Japan, so I used it.
It took a while for Iruka to come around. He didn’t think Kakashi was being anything other than an ass when he had asked the chuunin out. After all, first impressions are hard to erase. But Kakashi had persisted, and wore down the teacher down when he had sincerely told him how impressed he was by Iruka standing up to him. First impressions were indeed hard to erase. So when the first ‘date’ ended ( a Wednesday picnic lunch - on Academy grounds - during school hours - reading letters from Naruto), Iruka was pleased that Kakashi turned out to be more of a gentleman than he would have given him credit for. Kakashi shook Iruka’s hand. Everything felt right.
“Next Sunday about three, would you like to join me at ‘Plum Blossom Tea House’, then perhaps a stroll through the ‘Forest of Death’?” Kakashi asked scratching the back of his head.
“Yes I would.” was Iruka’s straight forward reply, with a warm smile t’boot.
The Tea House was beautiful, the tea fragrant and plentiful. The weather perfect for a walk. At 6pm Kakashi was even thoughtful enough to walk Iruka home. Iruka was still pleased with the hug and small bow good night. Everything. Felt. Right.
Four days later, Kakashi turned in a mission report with a discrete note to Iruka asking if ‘Friday, 8 o’clock - dinner and a movie?’ would be good. Iruka handed back, just as discretely, a note saying ‘Saturday, 7 o’clock would be better‘. With a quick nod from Kakashi, plans were set.
Dinner was bar-b-que, and delicious. The movie had them laughing all night, and when midnight rolled around and they found themselves at Iruka’s front door, Kakashi embraced him in more than a hug. He held on for dear life. ‘Third date’ danced through Iruka’s head. We all know what happens on a third date. Iruka was willing. It had been a while. So when Kakashi nuzzled his neck, and he felt the pull of cloth that had to be Kakashi’s mask, he was somewhat…surprised…that all he felt was soft dry lips on his cheek. Then the withdrawal of warmth as Kakashi pulled up his mask and pulled away.
A little stupefied when Kakashi said ‘I’ve had a good time.’, all Iruka could do was mumble “Me too.” and watch as Kakashi strolled away.
Twelve days of an S-rank mission had Kakashi limping into the mission room handing in a hastily written report, but a neatly written invitation to Iruka. Asking if, in three days, time he would like come to Kakashi’s place for a home cooked meal? since it was ‘Golden Week’ and he had no plans, it worked out fine. Iruka mouthed ‘6?’ to him, and Kakashi nodded his approval back. Iruka watched Kakashi limp off, presumably to the infirmary to be checked out. Confusion marred his features. He was pleased, no more than pleased, but he just couldn’t get a grasp on their ‘relationship’. It was in limbo. Friends definitely, but maybe something more? Perhaps he had just read the situation wrong. With a sigh he put it out of his head for the next three days.
Kakashi’s apartment was sparse like many active shinobi’s. It was clean and neat and had a couple of personal touches. Iruka brought a plant (placed next to Mr. Ukki), a good bottle of Sake, and Red Bean ice-cream for dessert. Kakashi had serious cooking skills, he might even rival Iruka’s. Music flowed. Talk was easy and about everything. They even talked about the ‘Chuunin Exam’ and Sasuke. Demons they both needed to excise.
The food, wine, and talk brought them to the small hours of the morning.
Kakashi said “Stay?”.
Iruka nodded and Kakashi took his hand and led him to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he sat Iruka down and kneeled taking off his sandals. Kakashi reached up and wrapped his arms around Iruka’s chest, holding him, rubbing soft circles on his back. Then drifting up to pull his hair tie out. He played with Iruka’s hair, lightly scratched his scalp, all while enveloped in that warm hug.
Iruka was relaxed, everything felt right. Kakashi’s hands moved gently to frame Iruka’s face. They stared into each others eyes for an eternity of a moment, then Kakashi leaned in. Iruka’s heart started to pound, everything felt right. He closed his eyes and parted his lips…and got a nose rub. Huh?
Iruka opened his eyes as Kakashi stood up.
“Sweet dreams.” was what he said. Grabbing the second pillow and the extra blanket from the foot of the bed, he dropped them on the couch and proceeded to the bathroom. The water began to run.
“Huh?” was again the eloquent response Iruka made. ‘What the fuck just happened?! I am so NOT reading this wrong!’ ran through his head. Iruka stalked to the bathroom, pushed open the door and found Kakashi shirtless, freshly scrubbed with a toothbrush dangling from his mouth.
“What gives?!” Iruka demanded.
Silently Kakashi reached into a drawer and pulled out a brand new toothbrush, handing it to Iruka. Iruka stared at it, stared at Kakashi, then took the toothbrush and brushed his teeth. He went back to the bed, stripped to his boxers and went to sleep. Alone. After a bit (alright, more than a bit) of tossing, sleep came.
Iruka woke up feeling …good. Surprisingly good. He was warm and well rested. Kakashi was still asleep on the couch. Iruka looked at him and shrugged his shoulders in resignation.
“Oh well … friends it is.” he said on a soft exhale. From the slant of the sun it was almost noon, and Iruka slipped out quietly.
About 4 o’clock a knock at the door took Iruka from his grading. Flowers, a lot of flowers and Kakashi stood there.
“So witty sense!”
Oh there was a bit of the jack-ass he remembered!
“What is this? You made it abundantly clear we’re friends, nothing more. Your confusing me Kakashi, and I don’t like it.” stated Iruka evenly and he started to close the door.
Kakashi chuckled, but wisely bit his tongue.
“I’ve only ever been on one ‘fifth date’ before. With Rin … and our relationship lasted until she died. We were really young, but it was a good relationship. And a long one.”
“Oh …” was all Iruka could think to say, a little sad for the child-like couple of long ago. Then comprehension dawned.
“Ohhhh … !” This was their ‘fifth date’, Kakashi was playing for keeps! Iruka yanked him inside, yanked off the mask and the flowers be damned.
It was a great first kiss. The best first kiss in the history of first kisses. Both rough and tender, both give and take, both reverent and pure sex. It was perfect. Iruka was grateful it hadn’t come any other way. When they finally came for air (and ninja can hold their breath for a mighty long time), Kakashi spoke.
“I’m sorry I confused you, …”
“It’s ok …”, but Kakashi put a finger on Iruka’s lips to silence him.
“… I did it because when things are truly worth wanting, they are worth learning about, and the wait.”
Iruka really liked those words.
“Agreed.” Iruka said with a smile. After all what else could he say, everything felt right.