irukaxkakashi

mmmmhmm

Snowflakes fly chaotically around, settling on eyelashes, hair and clothes of a brown-haired man going to study. Hands rest in pockets, the most displeased grimace on his face. Iruka hates winter, snow, cold and his university - the last guy is literally sick of it. Hatake was the only ray of light in this utterly rotten place. His light top and a whitish face, half of which was hidden by a mask - everything in him is beautiful, makes you rejoice and, it seems, fall in love even more.

These thoughts make Iruka smile immediately, and the morning doesn't seem so awful.

Hatake throws a pile of papers on the table and falls to his workplace, he looks tired as usual and does not want to sit here no less than his students.

- I was just at the dean's office, Tsunade-dono told as usual ... - the man froze, looking at thirty pairs of eyes that stared into his very soul, - however, it doesn't matter what she was talking about there, most importantly, from tomorrow we are entering distance learning.

He bangs his fingers on the table, listening to the students' indignation about this. It would be better if he didn’t talk about it, the head is already splitting, and they also make noise as if not in themselves.

- Hush. I don't like it either, accepting the session online will be another task. - Kakashi massages his temples, trying to calm the pain in his head a little. - Go home, for God's sake, we'll meet tomorrow at the first pair.

Students begin to gather quickly, which makes the office even more noisy. Hatake closes his eyes and moans softly, praying that they will come out faster and he will remain in silence.

You don't have to wait long, literally five minutes - and the office is empty. Kakashi, eyes still closed, relaxes his shoulders and leans back in his chair. Before he has time to relax, someone sits on his feet.

“Iruka,” he draws lazily.

- Did you expect someone else? - the guy laughs and brings his face closer to Kakashi's, pushes on the mask with his finger, pulling that man on the chin. And after a soft kiss, holding the chin.

- Well, Kakashi-sensei, are we going to my house or to you?

Hatake lazily opens his eyes, looking at the beaming Iruka, who sits opposite.

- To me. - he mints and reaches for the guy for a new kiss.

Iruka is lying on the bed, stroking the fat pug, who grunts contentedly after every touch.

- Cocoaashii, - he pulls, burying his face in the pillow.

- What? - the man looks up from the laptop screen and looks at the guy's back through the lenses of his glasses.

- Come here.

- I have a job, I can't.

- I have a labot, I can’t, be-be-be.

 You what, five?

“I'd rather be five than be a boring old man like you. He snorts, turning away to the dog and squeezing him into his arms.

“You're insufferable. - Exhaling heavily, Hatake says and, taking off his glasses, goes to the guy who has already taken offense. He pulls the pug out of Iruka's arms, making him whine pitifully, and carries him out the door.