fic: Shougatsu
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bonnefoisTitle: Shougatsu
Rating: R-ish, but not extremely so.
Prompt/Summary:: anything/winter with fluff or smut. Iruka and Kakashi spend the new year together.
Warnings: Kakashi is gutter minded. There’s far less porn than there should be as it wouldn’t comply. Alas.
Word count: 3328
AN: done for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kakairu_fest. Shougatsu is the Japanese New Year. Hatsuyume refers to the first dream of the new year, Hatsuhi to the first sunrise. Hatsumode refers to the first trip to the shrine, omikuji are fortunes bought at said time, said to be a precursor to the sort of fortunes you get in take out Chinese food. I maintain that Kakashi usually isn't this horny. He wasn't supposed to be, yet the story kept going there and would not stop. He really has a kimono-fetish.
*
The smoke rises against the grey sky until smoke and sky are almost indiscernible from each other. Iruka is tasked with the impossible job of keeping dozens of squirming kids focused on their lessons and not on throwing snowballs at each other.
Iruka looks back over his shoulder, and there's Naruto grinning in through the windows. His students look over and soon they're cheering. Naruto is something of a hero here, the kid who flunked so many times who became a hero. Naruto poses in some ridiculous way, and by now they're all riled up, and there's no chance of getting their attention back. He might as well let them out early enough to play before the dark comes. It always comes so early in the winter months, so much that it seems to cut the days in half.
"Alright class. Enjoy your break. Remember your required reading and that there will be three page essays due when you come back on the 5th."
They're a stir, a flurry. They burst out, barely remembering to grab their coats. Naruto is the worst of them. He has forgotten to be an adult, yet again. Just a thin layer of snow and he's ten again.
"Don't forget your mittens!" Iruka yells after him.
"I can just use chakra to warm them! If I get frostbitten, then Sakura-chan will fix it right up!" Naruto yells back.
"That's beside the point!" Iruka huffs, but Naruto is already running, as eager as the child he once was. Iruka sighs, knowing that the battle has been lost. He isn't Naruto's teacher anymore, not that this made much of a difference in keeping him from being wild. After all that's happened, he's just glad that Naruto can still smile. Nothing brings that boy down, not tragedy, not even loss. He smiles, affectionate, nostalgic as he wipes the chalk dust from his hands.
He finds himself staring into the face of Kakashi, looking down at him in a lazy, languid way. He stands on the ceiling, chakra keeping him there for every step. Sometimes he does this, simply comes and visits mid-class under the guise of ‘helping teach the kids'. He's already quite popular, nearly as popular as Naruto is.
"Yo."
"Yo yourself," Iruka says. He pushes Kakashi's chest in playful exasperation.
"Is school out yet, sensei?"
"It might as well be. No one will be paying attention in this weather. I figured I'm allowed to let them out early and play once in a while without the Hokage coming down on me. Just don't tell my secret, alright?"
"I won't tell a soul," Kakashi replies.
Kakashi looks over at the falling snowflakes and the children running about. They've busied themselves making snowmen and starting snowball wars.
"It's nearing the new year. They're all excited for the lack of school," Iruka says. He tidies the place, and puts the last of his things away. It'll still need a good sweeping and a mopping, but he has the whole week to do that.
"You could always say it's some form of training. They're building fighting skills with those snowforts. Besides, I'm rather fond of the new year myself. It's one to two times a year I get to see you in a kimono. Will it be the black one with the cranes?"
"Of course. I only own two after all. That is...if the stains have come out by now," Iruka says.
"Isn't there some stain removing jutsu for that?" Kakashi drawls.
"I'm working at it. It'd be easier if you wouldn't keep staining my kimonos with your...ardor."
Iruka flushes slightly. He's not an utter prude, but sex isn't something he talks about. At least not anymore. He used to shout it out from the hilltops just to get shocked expressions. He's been the ‘good teacher' who keeps his language clean and doesn't mention sex for so long that he's become exactly that. But Iruka isn't a prude. He just doesn't see sex as needing a language spoken in words. Touch is enough, and Kakashi has seen to it that he doesn't need to say a thing. Kakashi chuckles and slips down from the ceiling. He slips a hand up Iruka's thigh.
"Do you remember last time?"
It doesn't help that Kakashi's voice has a quality nearing jutsu to convince him to do things like
this, like getting felt up in his classroom of all places. He feels like a teenager again,
having sex everywhere but the bed (except when they do have sex there. Which isn't that
rare, come to think of it)
And oh, oh he remembers well. Kakashi traces over his lower lip, hands moving over his chest. He kisses at Iruka's neck and suddenly Iruka forgets why he would ever resist.
"Hey Sensei — what are you doing?"
Oh. That's why.
Iruka freezes, Kakashi's mouth still at his neck, his hands still in places children shouldn't be seeing. He should have known that Tanaka would come back. He's always been the inquisitive one.
"I'm whispering secrets to Iruka-sensei," Kakashi says.
Tanaka is wide-eyed. Iruka can tell even without looking around. He idolizes Kakashi.
"Can I hear too?"
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. Strictly ninja orders, you see," Kakashi says so gravely, in such a parody of seriousness that Iruka has to stifle laughter.
"But if you go quietly, then you'll be helping me with my mission. Can you do that?"
Tanaka nods like a doll with a broken head and runs out.
"You're in trouble. How many times have I told you not in the classroom?" Iruka rubs at
where moments before, Kakashi's mouth was. He'll probably have a hickey in the morning.
"So you're going to punish me?" Kakashi says, a little too eager.
"No. You'd like that too much. After the new year you can inform Tsunade that you'll have to do lots of menial things for me. I've been meaning to reorganize the storage area in the back."
"Fair enough trade," Kakashi says.
"I'll see you for the Hatsumode. I'll be busy grading the finals all till the first and getting my kimono cleaned, not to mention cleaning house and preparing for new year's."
Kakashi groans, a full bodied shudder of a groan that happens only when the mental image (or memory) of the kimono hits him. Iruka is sure that in Kakashi's mind, he's no longer wearing said beloved article of clothing any longer.
He pulls Kakashi's mask down a bit to peck his cheek.
"You'll just have to wait until then."
*
Iruka, fully dressed, peers out the window. It is frosted over so much that it looks like a shower door with extra soapscum. He remembers his childhood and drawing in them until his caretaker of the day would scold and make him wash the windows. He breathes on the window and scratches out a leaf spiral. Through the pattern, he catches sight of Kakashi coming up the walk. His kimono is slightly plainer, a dark green haori like his Chuuin vests with a black hakama. He still wears the mask, as always. Kakashi slips in, quiet in a way that is more languid than stealthy.
"Ah, sensei," Kakashi says. Kakashi glances at the wall in a way that leaves no question as his plans for Iruka being pushed up against it.
The door opens, sudden, in the way only Naruto and Konohamaru can.
"Kakashi-sensei, I didn't know you were coming with Iruka as well," Sakura pipes up. Kakashi freezes mid step, his fingers halfway to a cop a feel of some of his favorite kimono which just happens to be on his favorite man.
"See, a jutsu that prevents stains," Iruka says. He grins cheekily as their two students blink up at them.
"Quite an effective one at that," Kakashi mumbles.
"Were we interrupting something?" Naruto says, his eyes narrowed to slits the way he tends to do when something confusing came up.
"No, you're just on time," Iruka says. He pushes Kakashi out of the way and bends to check Naruto's kimono. Every year he has to retie the obi, smooth the wrinkles from the haori, but this year there's nothing left for him to fix.
"Sakura-chan fixed my obi this time. No need to, Iruka-sensei!" Naruto says. He grins and shows a peace sign, while Sakura sighs longsuffering beside him.
"And some work it took, too. You were wriggling like I was sticking pins in you," Sakura says, irritation tinging her voice in the fondest of ways.
"It tickled!" Naruto protests.
Iruka smiles, feeling a twinge of nostalgia. Naruto's grown up so much lately. He's no longer the mischievous precocious kid that so needed his tutelage, and instead has grown to a mischievous precocious almost-adult.
"Well, let's go then," Kakashi says.
The weather has cleared, even if it is still cold. Still, that didn't keep them from shying away from the traditional tabi socks and wooden geta shoes, instead wearing sturdy boots--at least until they get to the shrine. Sakura and Naruto chatter behind them. Kakashi is quiet, and Iruka loses himself in the sights and sounds, the other people, and the happiness of being on the brink of a new year with the people he loves. So much so that he doesn't even notice the snow drift until he's practically knee deep in it.
"Ooh, cold!"
Iruka pulls himself from the snowbank He wipes away the snow, cold still lingering tight to him. Kakashi plucks him up, so unceremoniously, and throws him over his shoulder.
"Kakashi! Not here!"
Sakura and Naruto both stop midstride and stare. They aren't the only ones. Iruka flushes, though it's unseen.
"Are you ok, sensei?" Sakura says. "Kakashi-sensei isn't doing anything weird to you, is he?"
Not as weird as the year he'd (jokingly?) suggested using invisibility jutsu and doing it right in plain view. Right in the middle of the street. That one was shot down – and the roof idea shortly after.
"He's merely being a little too helpful and is going to put me down right this
instant," Iruka says, his voice hitting a dangerously silky note.
"I don't know, you might be accosted by more snowbanks at this rate. They look pretty
dangerous," Kakashi drawls.
"Kakashi-sensei," Iruka says sweetly, "What's your opinion on couches?"
"Not a high one," he says. "Couches and I don't get along. In fact, I think we're enemies."
"Then Kakashi—"
Kakashi cuts in.
"Team Guy and Team 8 have teamed up to make mochi," Kakashi says, offhand. He's the image of casualness, even with Iruka slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Mochi?" Naruto says. His eyes are bright, in a way that Iruka hasn't seen that much of lately.
"They're hitting it with a mallet. I thought you might be interested. Hitting things with mallets does seem to be one of your favorite hobbies."
Naruto grabs Sakura's hand. "C'mon, Sakura-chan! There's mallets."
"O-ok!" she says, and allows herself to be dragged along. "Sorry, sensei!" she calls back.
"Ah, the weakness of your jutsu seems to be sweets," Kakashi says. "Good to know."
When they're gone, Kakashi leans over and lets him down. Iruka reels slightly, as the blood rushes to his head. Kakashi steadies him, hands on his shoulders.
"Feeling warmer, sensei?"
"A-a bit," Iruka admits.
"The shrine is just up ahead."
It's packed. Iruka sees many faces he recognizes. Parents of children he teaches, not to mention
many a upstanding ninja. There's the Inuzuka matriarch, along with her daughter, and other
assorted members of family. Ahead are several Hyuga family members, with Hinata and Neji
leading the way with a slightly sullen Hanabi behind them. There's plenty more women, all in
beautiful kimonos with silk of all colors, like the lamps they float out on the river in the summer
festivals. Kakashi looks pointedly at some of the women. Iruka feels a slight pang of jealousy rise
up, hot and bitter. At least up until Kakashi leans and whispers any chance of me getting you
into a girl's kimono?
Then, with Kakashi's hand at his neck, he realizes that Kakashi was most likely imagining himself in said outfits...likely in varying degrees of undress.
And all there is to wait. He almost wishes he'd brought a book, but that seemed rude. Only Kakashi can.
Kakashi pulls out a copy of his own.
"I brought reading material."
"I'll pass."
Kakashi shrugs in a suit yourself way. He never takes these things personally. He
carelessly flicks open a copy of something from the Icha Icha series.
He reads with one hand and slips the other into Iruka's hand, nestled and hidden away in the
folds of their haoris.
see, he whispers, an excuse.
*
It's a good thirty minutes before they get their turn on the inside of the shrine. Iruka says a quick prayer for prosperity – and most of all, safety of all his loved ones and then some. Kakashi wanders off, the more atheistic of them both. When they find each other again, it's near the doorway, people filtering by them, slipping past in their rainbow hues and silk.
"Did you pick up your fortune for the year?"
Kakashi shakes his head. "Not my thing."
Iruka smiles. "None of the shrine seems to be to your liking. Why do you come, anyways?"
"To see you in a hakama," Kakashi says bluntly. "Does that omikuji say what will happen tonight? Perhaps something involving silk ties and headboards?"
"Actually, it says to beware of wolves," Iruka replies.
"I hear wolves are actually quite friendly if they're fed well."
Iruka tucks the omikuji away.
"They don't work that way. I got sho-kichi. Small blessings are fine with me."
"It's better than a curse, at least."
Kakashi leans a bit closer, his voice a hoarse whisper that makes a tingle run all the way to Iruka's toes. Damn his obscene voice.
"Tell me, did you get good fortunes on everything? Romantic relationships? Your heart's desires? Marriage?"
"I'm not telling!" Iruka says.
"I'll have to get it out of you later," Kakashi says.
Iruka looks suspiciously at him as his hand comes closer, but only Kakashi holds out an omamori. The charm is green and black one shaped like a brocade tea bag. He looks over the back, and frowns.
"Anzan? I don't think pregnancy is an issue, Kakashi. At least I hope not."
"It could happen," Kakashi says nonchalantly.
"I think not," Iruka says, amused.
"I might have not looked too hard at what they were for," Kakashi admits.
"I'll give this one to Kurenai if you don't mind. What's yours?" Iruka picks it up and examines it. This one is red, with blossoms on the brocade. There are white swirls between the blossoms, all framing the kanji in the middle.
"Gakugyo Joju... Do you mind if I take this one? Scholars and students are my line of work, after all."
"Go ahead," Kakashi says.
They leave the shrine behind, with its wooden pillars, its triangle roofs with curved up edges covered in snow. Their boots are back on, and now a light dusting of snow starts to fall over them. It catches in his hair, the white flakes melting. Kakashi brushes them away and undoes his hair, letting it spill from the constant ponytail.
"Now we could go do haiku games, or fly kites or go off to do something a little more interesting..." Kakashi says, his hands sneaking off to secret places.
"As opposed to what happens almost every day?" Iruka says.
"Correction: to what hasn't happened in days."
Iruka flicks him a glance. "Generally, your mind can manage to climb out of the gutter once in a while."
"Generally you aren't wearing hakama," Kakashi says bluntly. "And generally I haven't been kicked to my own place while you clean and grade things."
Kakashi takes a quick glance behind him and pulls Iruka into an empty stairwell of an apartment.
"What, this is crazy–"
The first kiss silences him, the second convinces him the idea isn't so crazy.
"So, sensei... Your place or mine?"
"Mine," Iruka gasps, because he knows that there's bound to be clothes on the floor at Kakashi's, and cleaning the floor does tend to get in the way of things... Except for that one time with the apron.
*
Kakashi pushes the door open. Picking up Iruka and carrying him in romance-novel style was a bit much, though Kakashi closes the door behind him, rough and forceful. He pushes Iruka to the nearest wall and kisses him until his lips almost hurt from kissing. There's tongue and teeth. Biting – nipping and nibbling, more. Kakashi has a talent for removing clothes even while otherwise occupied. Of course, he doesn't remove it all. Just enough. The obi is undone, the hakama falls – with reluctance, he thinks – Kakashi probably wishes to leave it on, but it does tend to impede things. He's hard, and Kakashi's stroking him as he bites at his neck. He's holding him to the wall as Iruka grinds against his touch. All thoughts go south until it's just the most base, animalistic nothingness of sex. When Kakashi kisses him, he bites his lower lip, and nips at his tongue.
Still, as nice as walls are, they do leave something to be desired for positions and flexibility.
"Bed–" he gasps.
Thankfully, his place is small. Still, it feels like a long walk. Iruka barely sees it, guided by touch, pushed along. A handprint on the wall, he hasn't let go of Kakashi yet.
Bedsprings creak under them. Iruka whispers fuck me because only with Kakashi can all
the straightlaced teacher be completely taken away until there's a shred of that troublesome, foul
mouthed child even in just a murmur.
*
Iruka is groggy as he wakes, sticky and distinctly warm. He expects their kimonos will probably be in a heap on the floor with brand new stains to try and get out. He's surprised when in the faint light, he catches sight of the closet half-open, and both of them hanging there, side-by-side. He's fairly sure that he didn't do it, so he can only think that Kakashi isn't nearly as inept at picking things up as he claims to be.
"Nnngh...what time is it?"
Kakashi is already awake, though he hasn't been for long. A few minutes, maybe.
"It's not dawn yet if you're worried. Have any good dreams?"
"Ah, the first dream of the year... I came to teach only to find out that I was naked."
"Mmm. I like this dream. Was I the only student?"
"Incidentally, yes," Iruka admits.
"Was I a bad student?" Kakashi says, practically purring.
"Indeed. I made you do a twenty-page essay. The subject was the history of fungi through the ages."
"Now that's no good. I feel for my dream-self. There's still some time until the sun rises....."
"Already?! You're a beast, Kakashi."
"No wonder. It's been a whole year since we slept together, after all."
Kakashi chuckles. Iruka looks up to the grey light of a new year shining through.
Rating: R-ish, but not extremely so.
Prompt/Summary:: anything/winter with fluff or smut. Iruka and Kakashi spend the new year together.
Warnings: Kakashi is gutter minded. There’s far less porn than there should be as it wouldn’t comply. Alas.
Word count: 3328
AN: done for
kakairu_fest. Shougatsu is the Japanese New Year. Hatsuyume refers to the first dream of the new year, Hatsuhi to the first sunrise. Hatsumode refers to the first trip to the shrine, omikuji are fortunes bought at said time, said to be a precursor to the sort of fortunes you get in take out Chinese food. I maintain that Kakashi usually isn't this horny. He wasn't supposed to be, yet the story kept going there and would not stop. He really has a kimono-fetish.*
The smoke rises against the grey sky until smoke and sky are almost indiscernible from each other. Iruka is tasked with the impossible job of keeping dozens of squirming kids focused on their lessons and not on throwing snowballs at each other.
Iruka looks back over his shoulder, and there's Naruto grinning in through the windows. His students look over and soon they're cheering. Naruto is something of a hero here, the kid who flunked so many times who became a hero. Naruto poses in some ridiculous way, and by now they're all riled up, and there's no chance of getting their attention back. He might as well let them out early enough to play before the dark comes. It always comes so early in the winter months, so much that it seems to cut the days in half.
"Alright class. Enjoy your break. Remember your required reading and that there will be three page essays due when you come back on the 5th."
They're a stir, a flurry. They burst out, barely remembering to grab their coats. Naruto is the worst of them. He has forgotten to be an adult, yet again. Just a thin layer of snow and he's ten again.
"Don't forget your mittens!" Iruka yells after him.
"I can just use chakra to warm them! If I get frostbitten, then Sakura-chan will fix it right up!" Naruto yells back.
"That's beside the point!" Iruka huffs, but Naruto is already running, as eager as the child he once was. Iruka sighs, knowing that the battle has been lost. He isn't Naruto's teacher anymore, not that this made much of a difference in keeping him from being wild. After all that's happened, he's just glad that Naruto can still smile. Nothing brings that boy down, not tragedy, not even loss. He smiles, affectionate, nostalgic as he wipes the chalk dust from his hands.
He finds himself staring into the face of Kakashi, looking down at him in a lazy, languid way. He stands on the ceiling, chakra keeping him there for every step. Sometimes he does this, simply comes and visits mid-class under the guise of ‘helping teach the kids'. He's already quite popular, nearly as popular as Naruto is.
"Yo."
"Yo yourself," Iruka says. He pushes Kakashi's chest in playful exasperation.
"Is school out yet, sensei?"
"It might as well be. No one will be paying attention in this weather. I figured I'm allowed to let them out early and play once in a while without the Hokage coming down on me. Just don't tell my secret, alright?"
"I won't tell a soul," Kakashi replies.
Kakashi looks over at the falling snowflakes and the children running about. They've busied themselves making snowmen and starting snowball wars.
"It's nearing the new year. They're all excited for the lack of school," Iruka says. He tidies the place, and puts the last of his things away. It'll still need a good sweeping and a mopping, but he has the whole week to do that.
"You could always say it's some form of training. They're building fighting skills with those snowforts. Besides, I'm rather fond of the new year myself. It's one to two times a year I get to see you in a kimono. Will it be the black one with the cranes?"
"Of course. I only own two after all. That is...if the stains have come out by now," Iruka says.
"Isn't there some stain removing jutsu for that?" Kakashi drawls.
"I'm working at it. It'd be easier if you wouldn't keep staining my kimonos with your...ardor."
Iruka flushes slightly. He's not an utter prude, but sex isn't something he talks about. At least not anymore. He used to shout it out from the hilltops just to get shocked expressions. He's been the ‘good teacher' who keeps his language clean and doesn't mention sex for so long that he's become exactly that. But Iruka isn't a prude. He just doesn't see sex as needing a language spoken in words. Touch is enough, and Kakashi has seen to it that he doesn't need to say a thing. Kakashi chuckles and slips down from the ceiling. He slips a hand up Iruka's thigh.
"Do you remember last time?"
It doesn't help that Kakashi's voice has a quality nearing jutsu to convince him to do things like
this, like getting felt up in his classroom of all places. He feels like a teenager again,
having sex everywhere but the bed (except when they do have sex there. Which isn't that
rare, come to think of it)
And oh, oh he remembers well. Kakashi traces over his lower lip, hands moving over his chest. He kisses at Iruka's neck and suddenly Iruka forgets why he would ever resist.
"Hey Sensei — what are you doing?"
Oh. That's why.
Iruka freezes, Kakashi's mouth still at his neck, his hands still in places children shouldn't be seeing. He should have known that Tanaka would come back. He's always been the inquisitive one.
"I'm whispering secrets to Iruka-sensei," Kakashi says.
Tanaka is wide-eyed. Iruka can tell even without looking around. He idolizes Kakashi.
"Can I hear too?"
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. Strictly ninja orders, you see," Kakashi says so gravely, in such a parody of seriousness that Iruka has to stifle laughter.
"But if you go quietly, then you'll be helping me with my mission. Can you do that?"
Tanaka nods like a doll with a broken head and runs out.
"You're in trouble. How many times have I told you not in the classroom?" Iruka rubs at
where moments before, Kakashi's mouth was. He'll probably have a hickey in the morning.
"So you're going to punish me?" Kakashi says, a little too eager.
"No. You'd like that too much. After the new year you can inform Tsunade that you'll have to do lots of menial things for me. I've been meaning to reorganize the storage area in the back."
"Fair enough trade," Kakashi says.
"I'll see you for the Hatsumode. I'll be busy grading the finals all till the first and getting my kimono cleaned, not to mention cleaning house and preparing for new year's."
Kakashi groans, a full bodied shudder of a groan that happens only when the mental image (or memory) of the kimono hits him. Iruka is sure that in Kakashi's mind, he's no longer wearing said beloved article of clothing any longer.
He pulls Kakashi's mask down a bit to peck his cheek.
"You'll just have to wait until then."
*
Iruka, fully dressed, peers out the window. It is frosted over so much that it looks like a shower door with extra soapscum. He remembers his childhood and drawing in them until his caretaker of the day would scold and make him wash the windows. He breathes on the window and scratches out a leaf spiral. Through the pattern, he catches sight of Kakashi coming up the walk. His kimono is slightly plainer, a dark green haori like his Chuuin vests with a black hakama. He still wears the mask, as always. Kakashi slips in, quiet in a way that is more languid than stealthy.
"Ah, sensei," Kakashi says. Kakashi glances at the wall in a way that leaves no question as his plans for Iruka being pushed up against it.
The door opens, sudden, in the way only Naruto and Konohamaru can.
"Kakashi-sensei, I didn't know you were coming with Iruka as well," Sakura pipes up. Kakashi freezes mid step, his fingers halfway to a cop a feel of some of his favorite kimono which just happens to be on his favorite man.
"See, a jutsu that prevents stains," Iruka says. He grins cheekily as their two students blink up at them.
"Quite an effective one at that," Kakashi mumbles.
"Were we interrupting something?" Naruto says, his eyes narrowed to slits the way he tends to do when something confusing came up.
"No, you're just on time," Iruka says. He pushes Kakashi out of the way and bends to check Naruto's kimono. Every year he has to retie the obi, smooth the wrinkles from the haori, but this year there's nothing left for him to fix.
"Sakura-chan fixed my obi this time. No need to, Iruka-sensei!" Naruto says. He grins and shows a peace sign, while Sakura sighs longsuffering beside him.
"And some work it took, too. You were wriggling like I was sticking pins in you," Sakura says, irritation tinging her voice in the fondest of ways.
"It tickled!" Naruto protests.
Iruka smiles, feeling a twinge of nostalgia. Naruto's grown up so much lately. He's no longer the mischievous precocious kid that so needed his tutelage, and instead has grown to a mischievous precocious almost-adult.
"Well, let's go then," Kakashi says.
The weather has cleared, even if it is still cold. Still, that didn't keep them from shying away from the traditional tabi socks and wooden geta shoes, instead wearing sturdy boots--at least until they get to the shrine. Sakura and Naruto chatter behind them. Kakashi is quiet, and Iruka loses himself in the sights and sounds, the other people, and the happiness of being on the brink of a new year with the people he loves. So much so that he doesn't even notice the snow drift until he's practically knee deep in it.
"Ooh, cold!"
Iruka pulls himself from the snowbank He wipes away the snow, cold still lingering tight to him. Kakashi plucks him up, so unceremoniously, and throws him over his shoulder.
"Kakashi! Not here!"
Sakura and Naruto both stop midstride and stare. They aren't the only ones. Iruka flushes, though it's unseen.
"Are you ok, sensei?" Sakura says. "Kakashi-sensei isn't doing anything weird to you, is he?"
Not as weird as the year he'd (jokingly?) suggested using invisibility jutsu and doing it right in plain view. Right in the middle of the street. That one was shot down – and the roof idea shortly after.
"He's merely being a little too helpful and is going to put me down right this
instant," Iruka says, his voice hitting a dangerously silky note.
"I don't know, you might be accosted by more snowbanks at this rate. They look pretty
dangerous," Kakashi drawls.
"Kakashi-sensei," Iruka says sweetly, "What's your opinion on couches?"
"Not a high one," he says. "Couches and I don't get along. In fact, I think we're enemies."
"Then Kakashi—"
Kakashi cuts in.
"Team Guy and Team 8 have teamed up to make mochi," Kakashi says, offhand. He's the image of casualness, even with Iruka slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Mochi?" Naruto says. His eyes are bright, in a way that Iruka hasn't seen that much of lately.
"They're hitting it with a mallet. I thought you might be interested. Hitting things with mallets does seem to be one of your favorite hobbies."
Naruto grabs Sakura's hand. "C'mon, Sakura-chan! There's mallets."
"O-ok!" she says, and allows herself to be dragged along. "Sorry, sensei!" she calls back.
"Ah, the weakness of your jutsu seems to be sweets," Kakashi says. "Good to know."
When they're gone, Kakashi leans over and lets him down. Iruka reels slightly, as the blood rushes to his head. Kakashi steadies him, hands on his shoulders.
"Feeling warmer, sensei?"
"A-a bit," Iruka admits.
"The shrine is just up ahead."
It's packed. Iruka sees many faces he recognizes. Parents of children he teaches, not to mention
many a upstanding ninja. There's the Inuzuka matriarch, along with her daughter, and other
assorted members of family. Ahead are several Hyuga family members, with Hinata and Neji
leading the way with a slightly sullen Hanabi behind them. There's plenty more women, all in
beautiful kimonos with silk of all colors, like the lamps they float out on the river in the summer
festivals. Kakashi looks pointedly at some of the women. Iruka feels a slight pang of jealousy rise
up, hot and bitter. At least up until Kakashi leans and whispers any chance of me getting you
into a girl's kimono?
Then, with Kakashi's hand at his neck, he realizes that Kakashi was most likely imagining himself in said outfits...likely in varying degrees of undress.
And all there is to wait. He almost wishes he'd brought a book, but that seemed rude. Only Kakashi can.
Kakashi pulls out a copy of his own.
"I brought reading material."
"I'll pass."
Kakashi shrugs in a suit yourself way. He never takes these things personally. He
carelessly flicks open a copy of something from the Icha Icha series.
He reads with one hand and slips the other into Iruka's hand, nestled and hidden away in the
folds of their haoris.
see, he whispers, an excuse.
*
It's a good thirty minutes before they get their turn on the inside of the shrine. Iruka says a quick prayer for prosperity – and most of all, safety of all his loved ones and then some. Kakashi wanders off, the more atheistic of them both. When they find each other again, it's near the doorway, people filtering by them, slipping past in their rainbow hues and silk.
"Did you pick up your fortune for the year?"
Kakashi shakes his head. "Not my thing."
Iruka smiles. "None of the shrine seems to be to your liking. Why do you come, anyways?"
"To see you in a hakama," Kakashi says bluntly. "Does that omikuji say what will happen tonight? Perhaps something involving silk ties and headboards?"
"Actually, it says to beware of wolves," Iruka replies.
"I hear wolves are actually quite friendly if they're fed well."
Iruka tucks the omikuji away.
"They don't work that way. I got sho-kichi. Small blessings are fine with me."
"It's better than a curse, at least."
Kakashi leans a bit closer, his voice a hoarse whisper that makes a tingle run all the way to Iruka's toes. Damn his obscene voice.
"Tell me, did you get good fortunes on everything? Romantic relationships? Your heart's desires? Marriage?"
"I'm not telling!" Iruka says.
"I'll have to get it out of you later," Kakashi says.
Iruka looks suspiciously at him as his hand comes closer, but only Kakashi holds out an omamori. The charm is green and black one shaped like a brocade tea bag. He looks over the back, and frowns.
"Anzan? I don't think pregnancy is an issue, Kakashi. At least I hope not."
"It could happen," Kakashi says nonchalantly.
"I think not," Iruka says, amused.
"I might have not looked too hard at what they were for," Kakashi admits.
"I'll give this one to Kurenai if you don't mind. What's yours?" Iruka picks it up and examines it. This one is red, with blossoms on the brocade. There are white swirls between the blossoms, all framing the kanji in the middle.
"Gakugyo Joju... Do you mind if I take this one? Scholars and students are my line of work, after all."
"Go ahead," Kakashi says.
They leave the shrine behind, with its wooden pillars, its triangle roofs with curved up edges covered in snow. Their boots are back on, and now a light dusting of snow starts to fall over them. It catches in his hair, the white flakes melting. Kakashi brushes them away and undoes his hair, letting it spill from the constant ponytail.
"Now we could go do haiku games, or fly kites or go off to do something a little more interesting..." Kakashi says, his hands sneaking off to secret places.
"As opposed to what happens almost every day?" Iruka says.
"Correction: to what hasn't happened in days."
Iruka flicks him a glance. "Generally, your mind can manage to climb out of the gutter once in a while."
"Generally you aren't wearing hakama," Kakashi says bluntly. "And generally I haven't been kicked to my own place while you clean and grade things."
Kakashi takes a quick glance behind him and pulls Iruka into an empty stairwell of an apartment.
"What, this is crazy–"
The first kiss silences him, the second convinces him the idea isn't so crazy.
"So, sensei... Your place or mine?"
"Mine," Iruka gasps, because he knows that there's bound to be clothes on the floor at Kakashi's, and cleaning the floor does tend to get in the way of things... Except for that one time with the apron.
*
Kakashi pushes the door open. Picking up Iruka and carrying him in romance-novel style was a bit much, though Kakashi closes the door behind him, rough and forceful. He pushes Iruka to the nearest wall and kisses him until his lips almost hurt from kissing. There's tongue and teeth. Biting – nipping and nibbling, more. Kakashi has a talent for removing clothes even while otherwise occupied. Of course, he doesn't remove it all. Just enough. The obi is undone, the hakama falls – with reluctance, he thinks – Kakashi probably wishes to leave it on, but it does tend to impede things. He's hard, and Kakashi's stroking him as he bites at his neck. He's holding him to the wall as Iruka grinds against his touch. All thoughts go south until it's just the most base, animalistic nothingness of sex. When Kakashi kisses him, he bites his lower lip, and nips at his tongue.
Still, as nice as walls are, they do leave something to be desired for positions and flexibility.
"Bed–" he gasps.
Thankfully, his place is small. Still, it feels like a long walk. Iruka barely sees it, guided by touch, pushed along. A handprint on the wall, he hasn't let go of Kakashi yet.
Bedsprings creak under them. Iruka whispers fuck me because only with Kakashi can all
the straightlaced teacher be completely taken away until there's a shred of that troublesome, foul
mouthed child even in just a murmur.
*
Iruka is groggy as he wakes, sticky and distinctly warm. He expects their kimonos will probably be in a heap on the floor with brand new stains to try and get out. He's surprised when in the faint light, he catches sight of the closet half-open, and both of them hanging there, side-by-side. He's fairly sure that he didn't do it, so he can only think that Kakashi isn't nearly as inept at picking things up as he claims to be.
"Nnngh...what time is it?"
Kakashi is already awake, though he hasn't been for long. A few minutes, maybe.
"It's not dawn yet if you're worried. Have any good dreams?"
"Ah, the first dream of the year... I came to teach only to find out that I was naked."
"Mmm. I like this dream. Was I the only student?"
"Incidentally, yes," Iruka admits.
"Was I a bad student?" Kakashi says, practically purring.
"Indeed. I made you do a twenty-page essay. The subject was the history of fungi through the ages."
"Now that's no good. I feel for my dream-self. There's still some time until the sun rises....."
"Already?! You're a beast, Kakashi."
"No wonder. It's been a whole year since we slept together, after all."
Kakashi chuckles. Iruka looks up to the grey light of a new year shining through.
