#iruka umino x reader

[mishellii]

♢ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ♢

naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, kiba, shino, neji, iruka & kakashi

a/n: sooo,, i SHOUld be working on my uni essays and on the bf!neji texts BUT this had been sitting in my notes app for a while so i decided to post it ;D (the neji texts will come soon i promise). some are longer, some are shorter for which i apologise,,,,,, please ignore typos, i can't spell & enjoy MWUAH

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warnings: some NSFW parts! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! :) also not proofread as usual

masterlist

♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿oh my baby boy

❀first off: angel. 100%.

✿because u are his angel u feel me

❀he can't go a day without telling u

✿then also just the basic baby

❀but mostly when he wants something from u or he's apologising for dumb stuff he's done

✿puppy eyes and all

❀and also during sexy time

✿it's his most used name for u there

✿fight me on this

❀big on his own self made nicknames for u

✿for instance: u fell down the stairs once?

❀"hey, stairs, how you doin'"

✿and just silly ones like: boo, pookie, apple of my eye

❀he's weird like that c'mon we been knew

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

✿now this guy is a wild card

❀he'd prefer ur name through & through

✿but he'd slip in a casual babe sometimes which makes ur knees weak obviously

❀because he barely ever calls u that

✿if ur married he'd only call you his wife

❀doesn't even let you answer questions on your own sometimes just so he can hit them with

❀"well, MY WIFE, thinks you suck ass, so.."

✿during sex he can be quiet mean 

❀I DONT THINK in the derogatory way but more in a teasing way

✿"c'mon, sweetheart, look at me."

❀when ur just about to black out??

✿but like i said 

❀not big on pet names but he'll use them more often if he knows u enjoy it <3

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

✿pretty

❀just pretty bro.

✿not ALL THE TIME, especially not in public as i don't think he's big on PDA

❀but in the comfort of ur own 4 walls? definitely

✿now don't HATE ME for this but,,,

❀woman. and brat.

✿but only in petty situations, like when ur scolding his lazy ass and he hits u with a "go easy on me, woman, i just woke up."

❀or u've been going on his nerves while he's working

✿,,i'm busy, brat.''

❀in bed tho???

✿love or doll

❀i'm almost CERTAIN.

✿like,, can u imagine?? in his dumb fucking charming voice ???

❀PFFF i'm on my knees 

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

✿now this fucker

❀teasing names through & through

✿ur shorter than him? 

❀"hey, shortie, need help?"

✿ur taller than him?

❀"hey, giant, how's the weather up there?"

✿he's a DICK ok (affectionately ofc)

❀but he can be sweet too i promise

✿he's having fun with calling u bunny during sex or simply baby 

❀also ???? "okay, boss." when he's been annoying u all day and u finally snap at him?

✿he's a menace with nicknames i'm telling u

♢ꜱʜɪɴᴏ ᴀʙᴜʀᴀᴍᴇ♢

✿you probably guessed it and bully me if you'd like but,,,

❀bug or lovebug

✿come oooon he loves his bugs AND he loves you?? it fits PERFECTLY

❀not one to do it infront of other people either but in your private space he just wouldn't stop calling you one of these

✿i also see him using the regular honey but the abbreviation so hun because it's short and sweet and he doesn't like those long ass names

❀apologies if ur name is long LMAO mine is too tho

✿takes the hun into the bedroom but prefers a gentle love while having sex

❀shino's not a sweet talker in my mind, but the pet names make up for it FOSHOU

✿ALSO big brain idea i just had:

❀i think shino can't fully express his emotions verbally so before going on missions he definitely writes u letters and that's where he's blooming

✿''u keep me going everyday, sunshine.''

❀and it doesn't even matter if you have a bubbly personality or not

✿UGH lovesick fr

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀this pretty princess doesn't even know ur name when ur alone with him 

✿ESPECIALLY when ur texting

❀sweetheart, love & darling

✿he'd make u fall in love over again whenever he calls u one of those i'm just saying

❀because he's always so sincere when he's talking to u it drives me crazy just thinking about it 

✿during sexy time too, he would NEVER

❀& i will die on this hill 

✿NEVER use any degrading names for u

❀ur his baby don't make him do that

✿even when ur fighting, he'd always address u in such a kind way i'm actually going insane

❀"have you had dinner yet, dear?"

✿ sedate me pls

♢ɪʀᴜᴋᴀ ᴜᴍɪɴᴏ♢

✿AAA this guy

❀soo,, like father like son,,, angel

✿u can't change my mind

❀being the kind hearted person he is, it just fits u can't tell me off

✿but i will also say he'd use some funny ones in private because we all know he's just a silly lil guy deep inside

❀i'm thinking toots & peach

✿especially when greeting u !! like ''ey, toots, how's it going?''

❀during sex he will be quiet awkward at the start of ur relationship, settling in angel as he's most familiar with it at first

✿but after some time he'd pull a babydoll or gorgeous on u

❀i mean,,, i'd cry but idk about y'all

✿oVERALL he loves using pet names and wouldn't be opossed to u calling him some sweet ones as well <3

❀call him handsome and he'll go through the roof

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

✿AHEM

❀so this man,,

✿at the start of ur relationship he's such a shy lil bean so he'll only use your first name

❀but once he's been with you long enough he gets so so comfortable

✿starts of with the regular baby because u are his baby aight.

❀his most frequently used one too i'd say

✿but then he'd go like 

❀"hey, beautiful." "y'alright, sweetheart?"

✿and idk about u but i'd faint

❀HE KNOWS ABOUT HIS AFFECT ON U TOO

✿uses it against u during sex SO OFTEN

❀grunting a "there y'go, darling." into your ear with a sly smirk on his lips 

✿i'm (s)creaming

❀but he's a very private person so don't expect too much of that in public !!

✿a side from a "yes, ma'am" when u tell him not to die on a mission <3

a/n: i hope this doesn't SUCK ahemm,,, and i'll see you beans next time bye bye x

devider by @enchanthings

[moumouton4]

We’ve Got Time || Levi Ackerman x reader ✅

The Morning After || Giyu Tomioka x reader ✅

Let Me Taste You || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader ✅

I’ve Never Done This Before || Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader ✅

Let’s Swap || Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader ✅

Fantasy || Shikamaru Nara x reader ✅

Messy || Sasuke Uchiha x fem!reader ✅

Sweet And Slow || L Lawliet x fem!reader ✅

Hard And Fast || Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader ✅

Caught In The Act || Iruka Umino x reader ✅

Voyeurism L Lawliet + Light Yagami x fem!reader ✅

Three Is Not A Crows || Eijiro Kirishima x fem!reader ✅

Teeth And Claws || Irumi Zoldyck x fem!reader ✅

Clothes Stay On || Tomura Shigaraki x reader ✅

We Shouldn’t Be Doing This… || Neji Hyuga xfem!reader ✅

We Just Met And This Is Crazy…. || Tobirama Senju x reader ✅

Reclaiming ( Make Up Sex ) || Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader ✅

Edging || Tengen Uzui x fem!reader ✅

Shower Sex || Utakata x reader ✅

Angry Sex || Sanemi Shinazugawa x fem!reader ✅

Shhh, You Have To Keep Quiet || Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader ✅

Mark Me, Make Me Yours || Katsuki Bakugo x reader ✅

You’re Mine || Dabi x fem!reader ✅

Worship || Naruto Uzumaki x fem!reader ✅

Punishment || Denki Kaminari x reader ✅

Self Love || Shoto Todoroki x reader ✅

Jealousy / Possession || Izuku Midoriya x reader ✅

I Can Make You Forget Him || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader ✅

Just Friends ? || Adrien Agreste x fem!reader ✅

I Didn't Know I Was Into That ( Kink Unlocked ! ) || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader ✅

[comicallylargemango]

How Kakashi, Genma, and iruka would react to reader staring at them while they're talkin

Summary: 's in the title, but anyway.

How they would react to reader staring at em with intently, like all the love in the world intently

Warnings: some suggestive stuff, mostly harmless though cus all fluff.

Kakashi hatake

Halfway through his sentence he just sees reader staring at him with their hands propping up their head

Immediately shuts up and reader asks if sumn is wrong and when he continues talking he's stuttering n messing up all his words

Legit gets red as a tomato, not even his mask could hide it 😭

No one has ever looked at him with so much interest, compassion, and love in their eyes so he literally has a seizure I swear

If y'all were dating and you stared at him like that it's either straight to the bedroom or he's going to be a blushing, flustered mess (depends on where yall r like in public he's gonna be a red mess but inside his apartment YOU're going to be a mess if ykwim)

You would tease him endlessly for his reaction

If y'all weren't dating though that's when he catches feelings like who wouldn't 🤷

He looks so stoic n serious all the time but with just a smidge of PDA he's gonna malfunction

Genma shiranui

He's too distracted with talking he doesn't notice it at first so you just kinda keep staring n humming as a response

When he DOES notice tho he's reduced to a stuttering mess (kinda like Kakashi) but he tries to remain confident n keep his cool, happy go lucky facade but he fails miserably as sighs in defeat.

Unlike Kakashi you can fully see the red, flustered mess your gaze has reduced him to.

Probably slams the table with the other hand covering his lower half of his pretty boy face n makes the excuse that he needs to go to the bathroom. Startling you and other people (if y'all are in public)

Low-key makes you think you did something wrong and immediately apologises to him when he gets back

He dismisses it though and says you did nun wrong but you still get worried nonetheless

When he notices his senbon probably falls outta his mouth cus he probably noticed it mid sentence with his mouth open n yeah

When y'all r dating he definitely teases you about how you're lookin at him, but his heart and mind are going bonkers rn

In public he tries his best to keep the 'kewl bad boy' facade but fails

In PRIVATE though, in private. Make out session. Nothing else no other words just, make out session. (With consent of course)

He thinks it's cute and adorable and he has ABSOLUTELY NO PROBLEM telling the entire world. Will cup your cheeks and smother you with compliments like "you're so cute I could just eat you up" (or out if you want idk)

Iruka umino

Honestly Kakashi and Genma combined

Tried [keyword; TRIED] to seem cool about it but is definitely going to fail.

Would switch to a completely different and silly topic to see if your reaction changes but it doesn't, it only makes him more flustered that you don't even care about how silly the topic is you just care about him

If he's eating he'll definitely choke on his food from how lovingly you're staring

(prolly gets turned on)

If y'all are dating n sitting/standing next to him while you're staring would probably look away and fake cough tryna hide his face from you

Iruka is definitely a closet perv and you cannot convince me otherwise (not the peeking into women's stalls closet perv) only a perv fo you

At home you're not going to escape his hungry grasp ifyk

In public though he's prolly a blushing mess

Mans is just adorable idk what to tell you 🤷

[marvelmymarvel]

Best Big Brother

Iruka Umino x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader

Synopsis: Naruto was returning to the village after two years of training, and you were nervous about how he would feel about the new addition. But you realized how silly you were once Naruto laid eyes on his baby brother.

Naruto Masterlist: Here

“I don't know, Iruka… I’m just nervous, is all,” you muttered sheepishly to your husband for what felt like the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. You bounced on your toes at the village gate, waiting anxiously for Naruto to return from training. He’s been gone for two years, and you were only five months pregnant before he left. He loved it and was happy that you were excited. But you couldn't help but feel fear that his genuine emotions would show. 

That he would hate the new addition. 

“There's no need to be worried; he knew you were pregnant before he left-”

“Yes… But what if he hates him? What if he despises the fact that I had another kid?” You knew you sounded silly. You knew it because of the sigh Iruka let out. You huffed out before looking at Yuto on your hip. Being 31 made you praise the gods above that he was so easygoing, but that didn't mean he didn't have his fussy moments. “Yuto, your hat is crooked,” you whispered as you readjusted the floppy sunhat on his head. He squirmed against your hip, little hands flying to fight you off. For being almost two, he was already a firecracker. “No!”

Your eyebrows shot up at the new word, you dreaded these moments with Naruto when he was younger, and now you had to go through it again. Thankfully, you weren't alone, and it paid off to have a husband four years younger than you. Iruka piped in behind you, scolding Yuto for saying the word when you were just trying to help him. You shot a side-eyed look at Iruka, lip curling into a smirk at his ‘fatherly’ instincts kicking in. His cheeks reddened at your smile before he cleared his throat.

“That fatherly instinct comes out pretty easily for you… Sure you don't have any other kids lying around?” your teasing caused him to straighten up, an outsider would have thought you offended him, but he knew what you were referring to. “I’ve had enough practice with your other kid.”

Your head flew back in laughter, joy flooding your system as you remembered the pranks that Naruto pulled as a kid. God, did you love that kid. Your laughter became a giggle, and the fear replaced the joy again. Iruka knew you were worried and had a reason to be. But Yuto was just like Naruto. If Naruto didn't like him, he was being foolish. He stepped closer to you, arm wrapping behind you so he could pull you and Yuto closer to him.

“I think Naruto will love him. Do you not see parallels between the two?” 

You bit your lip and nodded, unable to argue against that statement. Yuto, while not looking like him, was a carbon copy of how Naruto was at his age. It was something that you both adored and feared. You barely kept Naruto alive during those years, so how in the world were you going to do the same for Yuto?

“Mama”

You snapped out of your thoughts as your son reached up to touch your face, eyes wide in curiosity as you showed a side he's never seen before. A smile quickly rose to your lips as you hid your fear. You opened your mouth to answer, but Iruka interjected, “Here, why don't I take him for a bit? Let you calm down.” 

Your e/c eyes widened at that. How did he always know what you needed without asking? It was a miracle to have married someone as perceptive as he was. You didn't argue as he took the child from your embrace, but you didn't miss the sadness that washed through your veins. Iruka kissed your temple as he adjusted Yuto on his hip, “It's going to be okay, honey.” 

“Part of me is sad that the mother I am today wasn’t the mother he needed years ago.”

Iruka’s face scrunched up in confusion, head shaking furiously as he tried to find the source of this newfound self-hatred. “Where is this coming from? You were a wonderful mother to Naruto.” 

You didn't dare look at him, instead turning your gaze back to the horizon. But you felt the tension build as he stared at you intently. “Hey-”

Your gaze shot back to his, eyes brimming with tears as he brought down your walls again. “I don't know, Iruka; I guess I just feel like I failed as a mother with him, and I’m doing much better now with Yuto-”

“Y/n-”

“And I’m worried that Naruto will be upset seeing how different I am as a mother. I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if maybe someone else could have raised him better.”

“Y/n.” 

Iruka’s voice was low, tone warning as he stepped closer to you. He didn't know where this negative thinking originated but he wouldn't allow it to persist for another second. “You were fourteen… Do you know what I was doing at fourteen?”

“Probably having a giant crush on me?”

“Y/n”

“Sorry”

Silence fell between you as you looked at your feet. Maybe he would just let it go. Let you continue wallowing in self-pity, but that's not who Iruka was, which is why you married him. “You did the best you could with the resources you had. So stop putting yourself down for being different… Now… Unless you want Naruto to question why you’re sad to see him….”

A gasp fell from your lips as you excitedly looked up, “Naruto!!” Your scream reached the blonde, your voice causing him to perk up. “MOM!!!!” His voice boomed across the open field as he broke out into a sprint. He reached you within seconds, body crashing into yours. Iruka smiled brightly at the embrace, tears of joy streaming down your face as you held him close. Iruka felt Yuto cling to him as he watched the scene before him. He wasn't sure who this newcomer was, and it confused his little toddler brain.

Your husband cleared his throat, feeling like it was time for Yuto to meet Naruto for the first time. Naruto pulled away from your hug and let his eyes drift towards Iruka and the child perched on his hip. “Hey, buddy! It's so good to meet you finally,” Naruto stated sweetly as he raised his hands to try and take him from Iruka, but the toddler shied more into his father's neck. Naruto's smile faltered as he retracted his hands, “Sorry honey, just let him warm up. Ruka, can you put him down? Maybe he’ll play with him.”

Iruka nodded before moving Yuto to the ground below. He fussed for a bit, whimpers of “Daddy” and “No” falling from his lips as he reached back up for his father. Before he got too fussy, you sat beside him and motioned for Naruto to sit. Yuto immediately crawled into your lap, curling into your embrace. “Yuto,” you cooed as you positioned him in a way so he was still clinging onto you but forced to face his brother in front of him.

“Yuto, this is your big brother Naruto.” 

You knew he didn't quite understand what you were saying at this age, but seeing how relaxed you were around the stranger allowed him to calm down. Seeing this as your sign to continue, you leaned over to grab the diaper bag, opening it to bring out a couple of Yuto’s toys. Setting the toys on the ground between you and Naruto, Yuto’s eyes widened as he climbed off your lap to start playing with them. You looked at Naruto before nodding at the toys, encouraging him to start playing as well.

Iruka plopped down beside you three, head resting on his fist as he watched the two boys bond. Within minutes, Yuto had found his way into Naruto’s lap. The blonde laughed as Yuto moved the car along his arm, lips pursed as he let out a ‘vrooming’ sound. “He is so cute, Mom. I love him.” 

Your heart soared at Naruto’s words. All your fears flying out the window as Naruto played with Yuto as if he was his own flesh and blood brother. The two didn't look alike, but Naruto could see that this little guy would be his little shadow. Naruto wrapped his arms around Yuto, pulling him into a hug. “I’m going to help you get into so much trouble-”

“Naruto!”

“I’m kidding!! I’m kidding….” The blonde stated in a laughing tone before he got serious, “I’m going to train you to be the best ninja in the world. You’ll be Hokage someday.”

“Let's start with him learning to speak and use a spoon,” you teased as you brought your hand to Yuto’s side, tickling him into a fit of laughter. Naruto gripped the giggling toddler before pulling him away from your fingers, protecting him from your advances.

Your eyebrow shot up as you looked at Iruka, who was just shaking his head at the display before him. He still couldn't believe that you thought Naruto wouldn't love Yuto when they were the same person. It's just that one was 1.5, and one was 15. A yawn sounded out, and Naruto melted as Yuto cuddled into him, eyes drooping as he fought back the nap coming on. 

“Why don't we get him home for a nap…” Iruka stated softly as he stood up first. He reached down to grab the toddler, but Naruto shook his head. “I’ll carry him, Iruka sensei” Your lips curled into a beaming smile as you nodded at Iruka to let it happen. Iruka sighed before dropping his hands. “Okay, just be careful with him-”

“Ya ya, Iruka sensei, I won't drop my little brother,” Naruto huffed as he rose from the ground. He positioned Yuto on his side, letting him curl into him as he took off toward your home. Iruka shot you a look, almost as if saying, ‘I told you so’ without saying it out loud. You rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand.

“Ya ya, I know… I was being silly.”

[wing-ed-thing]

Childhood Friends to Lovers Relationship Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns Not into romance? Here's some platonic childhood friends with Iruka hcs!

𓆃 It's a very natural progression, especially if you're in the same age group as Iruka and remain moderately involved with the village growing up.

𓆃 Iruka is friendly enough to be able to bond with just about anyone, and given you're in similar circumstances after the Nine-Tails attack on the village, you're bound to be drawn to one another.

𓆃 Especially if you're left with few loved ones, being around others who share your circumstances makes your situation feel less lonely. At least, that was the idea when the Third Hokage implemented the youth programs for those who lost family stability.

𓆃 It was an awkward series of after-academy and weekend activities thrown together by a bunch of volunteer shinobi who didn't know much about kids, but you and Iruka wouldn't know better until you were older.

𓆃 These programs were also open to children whose parents were now working around the clock to assist the village, so even if your circumstances didn't resemble Iruka's, you could naturally find yourself in similar spaces.

𓆃 You probably couldn't even recall the exact moment you and Iruka became friends at all. You just always remembered him there and could hardly think of a time where Iruka wasn't in your life.

𓆃 (Iruka remembers. He's told you once before. Something about helping him out when he was new to the program and grieving, but you don't actually remember any of that.)

𓆃 He's always the first person you invite to your group outings with friends and he always makes time for you. He actually always makes time for anything you invite him to, whether you explicitly ask him or hint that you'd like him there.

𓆃 For a lifetime, he's been at every graduation, performance, and new life event you could ever ask someone to be at.

𓆃 Iruka was also always at your place, and if he wasn't at yours, you were at his.

𓆃 Any family you have surely already considers him one of them, your more sentimental— or otherwise slightly ditsy— family forgetting that Iruka isn't another blood family member.

𓆃 As you get older, your friends or extended family will constantly assume that Iruka's your partner. From your teenage years on, everyone will assume that you're a couple whether you are or not.

𓆃 And, well, you practically are a couple. You see each other every chance you get; you talk to each other every chance you get; you work in complete and utter tandem, that even people who don't know you very well assume that you're a couple.

𓆃 With his proximity to the people closest to you, it's an appropriate assumption and when you do finally get together, no one's surprised.

𓆃 Hell, even if you decide that marriage is for you, no one would be surprised about that either.

𓆃 "I thought you were already married," practically every shinobi in the village will most certainly say upon your announcement.

𓆃 Children will be a large part of your life whether they're yours or not, strictly because of Iruka's status as a teacher. His students mean the world to them, and by extension, it's probably for the best if you get as least a little involved.

𓆃 Your dynamic will work best if you show a level of dedication on par with his, whether you're another teacher, a sensei, or even simply drop by with treats every so often.

𓆃 The students think that ANBU warriors are fascinating and giving demonstrations of your superior kunai skills never fail to impress.

𓆃 "You'll only be able to do that if you do all your homework on time!"

𓆃 Your relationship is village-centric. Perhaps you won't be setting off on any crazy joint-mission anytime soon, but you will have a close, natural relationship and a village full of people who absolutely adore you.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Not into romance? Here's some platonic childhood friends with Iruka hcs!

[mrs-barnes-library]

My Favorite Naruto Fanfictions 🍥🍜

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲 Incorrect Quotes : 💫 My Work : ✨💚

If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Kakashi Hatake ⚡📕 :

Sasuke Uchiwa 🌀 :

Naruto Uzumaki 🍥🍜 :

Shikamaru Nara ♟ :

Neji Hyuga 👀💢 :

Itachi Uchiwa 🧛‍♂️ :

Orochimaru 🐍 :

Gaara ⚱ 🏜 :

Iruka Umino 🥡 :

Deidara 👅 :

Sasori 🎭 :

Hidan 🪓🩸 :

Yamato 🌳🎧 :

Sai 🖋 :

Pain 🧷🔥 :

Minato Namikaze 🌌 :

Kiba Inuzuka 🐕 :

Jiraiya 📕🖋 :

Utakata 🧼 :

Suigetsu 🚿 :

Madara Uchiha 🐝 :

[honeykngdom]

sentimental motives | iruka umino

Pairing: Iruka Umino x 19+f!reader Synopsis: Iruka hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the young Sarutobi woman he spent Halloween with; he’s completely enamoured with you. How had he never noticed you like this before? Here’s the catch: Konohamaru doesn’t appear too happy with the budding relationship between you and the Academy instructor. WC: suggestive themes; kissing, Iruka gets handsy. Word Count: 5.3k A/N: A continuation of the caretaker! ngl I fell in love with the idea of Iruka pining over a Sarutobi, and felt like I needed to carry on writing little pieces for the pairing!! Obsessed with Iruka being a soft and charming man, spoiling you rotten, using flowers to convey his emotions.

Read part one here!

When you were six, you dreamed of being a powerful Kunoichi. You would chant your name from the end of your bed, pose in the mirror of your bathroom, and imagine the most grandiose scenarios as you made your way through the village to the Academy. But you didn’t know the reality of this shinobi life. You didn’t understand what it meant to devote yourself to the cause. To protect the village. 

In retrospect, at the age of six, you hadn’t imagined that you would be escorting three new genin to the Academy seventeen years later. You walked behind Konohamaru and his friends as they rambled on about how they, too, would someday save the village and be labelled as great heroes. To make a difference. 

To become Hokage.

Of all the people to love your father unconditionally, it was Konohamaru. It was thanks to his love and admiration that you still felt your father’s presence. His dream to become Hokage resonated deeply with you, and filled you with pride. How could you not love him unconditionally?

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t decided to join your nephew and his friends this morning because you were eager to catch a moment with Iruka. It had been two weeks since you rolled your ankle and Iruka saved the day, and after spending the better part of an entire afternoon with him, you were aching to get another moment alone.

As the Academy gates came into view, the tightness in your chest was replaced with a sudden nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You could see him so clearly, standing alongside Ebisu as they greeted the youth that trailed in one behind the other for another day of shinobi learning. 

“See you later, Auntie!” Konohamaru called back to you with a wave, running off to join a few of his classmates through the gates. You stopped where he left you, just a few feet away from where the entrance sat. But at the sound of his voice and the mention of you, Iruka’s ears began to burn at the tips. 

Breathe, Iruka, he thought pitifully to himself. 

“Hello, sensei.” It was silly how unnatural it felt, the flirtatious undertone in your voice. 

Iruka looked over his shoulder to where you stood, his stoic features melting with recognition. He glanced briefly down to your right foot as he left Ebisu near the gate and made his way over to you. “You’re in better shape, I see. No longer a hop-along.” 

You looked down at the ankle he referred to and shrugged coyly. “I had an amazing caretaker. His company surely helped ease any discomfort.” 

Iruka, slightly embarrassed by your confession, scratched the back of his neck lightly and chuckled. “I’m glad to hear it. What brings you to this neck of the woods? Eager to reminisce about the good-ole-days?” 

“Moegi asked me to join them on their walk this morning,” you explained casually. Admittedly, you were perched on your building stoop just waiting for the trio to make their way by. Moegi had taken a liking to you over the last three years since becoming friends with Konohamaru; you had been banking on her incessant need to chat specifically to aid you in getting to the Academy this morning. 

Iruka glanced over to where the children gathered and chuckled again. Though he’d never say it outloud, he was quite happy that you decided to tag along. “I see. Well, you know you’re always welcome to stop by – with or without the accompaniment of the children.” He added thoughtfully, leering downwards with a playful expression. 

“Alright,” you licked your lips in defeat, bracing your palms on your hips, “you caught me. I may or may not have come with ulterior motives.” 

Intrigued, Iruka tilted his head to the side in curiosity. It was hard to ignore the flutter in your stomach when his gaze felt so heavy. “Consider me interested. What’s on your mind?” 

The next bit came out rushed and had you cowering beneath his stare. “I’d like to spend an afternoon with you, if you can spare the time. I was thinking maybe we could get some ramen?” 

The subtle lift in Iruka’s mouth was all the answer you needed. Spending time with the other jōnin proved useful; Kakashi had a big mouth, and per Kakashi, Naruto loved ramen and Iruka loved to treat him to it after every mission. Given that one tradition had been full-stopped the last time the pair of you spent time together – much to Konohamaru’s dismay – you figured this time, paying homage to one of his traditions may bring more success. 

Honestly, you were looking for any reason to listen to more of his stories. Truth be told, there was something so soothing about the reverberation of Iruka’s voice. 

You felt the lingering weight of eyes watching you closely, coupled with whispers that burned the tips of your ears. Distracted, you reared your head to view the ensemble of genin standing outside of the front of the Academy’s gates. Amidst the excitement, you caught your nephew's eyes in the thick of the gossiping pupils — one cocked brow and a scowl so deep, he looked like a spitting image of Asuma, and you knew that look well. 

Konohamaru was pissed. 

A soft touch pulled your attention back; Iruka placed a hand on your arm and had given the space it rested a gentle squeeze. “How about Sunday at two?” 

“Great,” you returned to feeling like a school-girl, locking your hands behind your back with a smile, “works for me. I’ll see you then.” 

If there was one thing Iruka enjoyed, it was a bouquet of fresh flowers. In fact, it became a monthly errand to stop by the Yamanaka flower shop to visit Ino and peruse whatever was new. For a long while, Ino refused to believe that the Academy instructor was simply popping in for his own pleasure. She was certain, particularly as a young girl, that the man had hidden afflictions for someone in the village. 

Ino imagined the woman was a civilian; that the pair met in secret and shared private moments of tenderness together. She envisioned Iruka presenting each of the bouquets she made every month as a gift, and she worked hard to ensure every bouquet was more beautiful than the last. Yet, no matter how often she prodded, the instructor never wavered from his story: the flowers were for him, because he found them beautiful and enjoyed their scent. Iruka thought it was endearing for a little while – that was until he found Ino sneaking around places she ought not to be in hopes of finding him meeting up with this so-called ‘secret lover’. 

One harsh chastizing later, and Ino no longer believed there was a woman she created bouquets for. Truthfully, the realization made her heart sink. Ino loved love, loved expressions of it and displays of affection. For Iruka-sensei, she wanted nothing more than for the instructor to find someone to share his kindness with. 

Today appeared no different from the last seven years. When Iruka entered the shop with a patient expression, Ino smiled at him from behind the counter. He waited by the tulips while she finished assisting another customer, a young woman in search of an appropriate bundle to bring to a friend who had fallen ill and was in the infirmary. Ino was masterful in her craft, able to satisfy the girl in a timely fashion and soon enough, the blonde was standing next to Iruka with a knowing look. 

“Same as usual?” The kunoichi asked cheerily, already reaching for a handful of red poppies – they just so happened to be Iruka’s favourite. “The daffodils are ready, too. I think they would look lovely with the poppies.” 

“I agree.” Iruka nodded with a smile, watching the teen amble over to another corner of the shop to begin pulling together various fillers. Mostly baby’s breath, as always. She knew him well. 

He waited as she cut the stems and began to organize them intricately before tying them together with a thin white satin ribbon. Just before Ino was finished assembling the latest centrepiece for his dining table, Iruka cleared his throat and interrupted her work. 

“I forgot to mention that I need two bouquet’s today.” He emphasized the plural by holding up two long digits, nervously meeting her large blue eyes. 

Ino stood confused for only a fraction of a second; instead of immediately jumping to any conclusions or turning to her typical playful banter, she lifted a single brow and questioned, “Oh?” 

The next part was difficult for him, mostly because he hated that he felt he needed to explain himself. But knowing Ino’s sleuthing abilities, if he tried to hide it at this point, it would be futile. She would come to know eventually, the determined young thing. And admittedly, Iruka wanted this done right. He always assumed that when this day came, it would be the Yamanaka girl to procure only the most exquisite bouquet for him to give. 

And then, Iruka thought that maybe he didn’t have to explain himself outwardly. There was a high probability that she would know exactly what the purpose of the bouquet was for, but that didn’t mean the instructor needed to divulge any information. Just enough to satisfy her, he supposed. 

“Gardenias, please. And whatever you think would pair nicely with it.”

The girl's eyes widened in excitement, and instantly Iruka regretted having said anything at all. Too late, he thought when she nearly leaped over the counter to where they kept the gardenias. “I’m thinking hibiscus. Maybe a little lavender?” Ino peered sideways at the man. 

Iruka shook his head quickly. “No lavender, not yet.”  

The pout she attempted to conceal was disappointing. “How about some iris?”

He thought for a moment, his own eyes wandering over to where the bushels sat neatly just a few feet to their left. Iruka nodded once, then turned sharply on his heel and returned to the counter. Now, he noticed Ino took a significantly greater amount of time assembling the second bouquet; in other words, Iruka was correct in choosing to put his faith in the young girl for this specific venture. 

He allowed himself a brief moment to relax. 

A few streets over, Ayame was nearly as excited as you were for the prospect of spending the afternoon with the village’s favourite genin instructor. In an effort to stave off any lingering insecurities, you arrived thirty-minutes early to divulge your heart to the brunette on the other side of the serving counter. 

“How do you think Konohamaru’s gonna take it?” Ayame asked with large eyes, working around a clean bowl with a dry cloth. 

You could sense the presence before you heard him. Konohamaru hadn’t quite mastered the art of moving undetected, although it was cute he still tried. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

A knowing look was exchanged with Ayame; speak of the devil and he shall appear. You swivelled around on the stool, leaning forward until you were at his eye-level. “What are you talking about, Konohamaru?” 

“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid,” he retorted, “I’m not a little kid anymore. I see Asuma and Kurenai when they’re together, and everyone knows by now that they’re definitely a thing –” you were a little surprised with just how much knowledge the brat had, “and you look at him just the same!” 

You shook your head in confusion, unsure of where your nephew was going with this new information. “Rewind kid, look at who like what?” 

“Iruka-sensi! You look at Iruka-sensi just like Kurenai looks at Asuma. And I’ve gotta say, I’m not too happy about it.” Konohamaru claimed, folding his arms indignantly across his chest. 

You felt a rush of heat flood up your neck as you snapped yourself upright. The nerve of this kid. “Listen here, you little stink,” you growled, tugging on the bottom of his scarf, “who I look at and how I look at them is my business. And frankly, the way you feel about it isn’t going to change anything.” 

Konohamaru smacked your hand away, his dark eyebrows knitting together as his face returned to a sour expression. “You’re just doing this to make me mad.” 

Unbelievable. 

“Are you serious?” You deadpanned. “You think I asked out one of your instructors to upset you? Deliberately?”

“You already ditched me on Halloween to spend the day with him,” hearing the words come from Konohamaru’s mouth had you in a fit of guilt. Your mouth went dry. Suddenly, you were unable to maintain eye contact with him. “Yeah, I heard. Udon was in the village square when he saw Iruka carrying you around on his back. And I overheard Ebisu-sensei say that he was with a bunch of the jōnin later that night, and he sounded particularly interested when he mentioned that he saw you and Iruka getting friendly.” 

By the time he was finished with his little tirade, your face was flushed bright crimson. In so little words, so much information was given – starting with the fact Ebisu, of all people, had caught you being overly affectionate with the renowned Academy teacher. 

Damn it, you figured it was more discreet. 

A sigh, “Konohamaru, I can explain —” 

“Incoming.” Ayame hissed from behind the counter, averting your gaze up to where Iruka’s tall frame could be seen walking up the street. He wore an easy-going smile and appeared composed as ever; as he passed by familiar faces, he would nod to them. You couldn’t help but smile. Then, you saw the brown paper bundled in his arms; you recognized the packaging and another bout of heat washed over your features. Iruka brought you flowers. 

Konohamaru groaned before he glared up at you one last time. “I don’t like this at all.” 

He didn’t stick around to greet the man, leaving the instructor slightly confused as he perched himself on a stool next to you. “Where’s he running off to?” 

“Training. As always.” You answered quickly, offering him a reassuring grin. 

“I hope I’m not too late,” Iruka offered an apologetic simper as he held out the bouquet, “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, but I thought it might be rude of me to show up empty handed.”

“No, you’re right on time.” You reassured him, bringing the bouquet to your nose excitedly. “You really didn’t have to do this.” 

The chūnin didn’t even look embarrassed when he replied, “I wanted to. Besides, a dutiful caretaker would have delivered you flowers during your recovery. I should have bought you a second bouquet to make up for it, really.” 

A part of you wanted to claim that was nonsense, but decided that the sentiment was thoughtful, and that was what drew you to him in the first place  Perhaps it meant that he had been thinking of you, just as you had been thinking of him. Instead, you smiled gratefully and reached over to give his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” 

Iruka spent little time reviewing the menu before he put in his own order, and within the next ten minutes, steaming bowls were placed in front of the two of you. The pair of you spent over an hour chatting just at Ichiraku’s; Iruka ate several bowls of miso ramen with plenty of pork, and you couldn't help but watch admiringly as he gulped down the last of his broth. It had been a long time since you had spent time with a man who appeared to love hot broth as much as you did, given that you no longer spent much time with Asuma. The thought didn’t sadden you as it normally would have – perhaps good company could cure all sorts of loneliness. 

The afternoon sun was hot, its rays beaming down into the village core as you walked closely next to Iruka’s side. Once again, the domesticity of spending time with the chūnin like this had you lost in a daydream of what could be. Weekend afternoons spent browsing the market, watching dusky pink sunsets from the comfort of your studio apartment while you shared a meal, late nights spent held in each other's arms to stave off the bitter cold —

For now, you felt privileged enough to be sharing just this one afternoon alone with him. 

Unbeknownst to you, Iruka was lost in a trail of his own subconscious desires as you led him through the various shops set up across the village. Watching you peruse the plethora of trinkets stirred something inside of him that he couldn’t quite put a finger on; there was something so alluring about such a mundane action that the instructor just didn’t understand. Iruka noticed that you clung to the bouquet in your arms as though you feared they may disappear at any given moment — he found it endearing. He enjoyed standing close to you as your eyes wandered over the cases filled with pretty gems and bracelets. If he timed it just right, he was able to catch the scent of your perfume mixed with a hint of your shampoo – a scent that recently had become a favourite of his own, since the first time he caught wind of it. 

Iruka decided he loved the way your hair appeared three shades lighter when in the sunlight, and envied the way your eyes seemed to glow in the same manner. Your voice carried so easily over the hustle and commotion in the streets, making it nearly impossible for him to lose you in the crowds. The subtle traces of sweat that lingered at the base of your neck only seemed to heighten his arousal — as a response, he kept his hands bound tightly into fists in his pockets. The temptation was all the same, but the least he could do was allot some restraint while in the public’s eye. You were still a Sarutobi, after all – that came with a reputation, one he would be damned to tarnish with such basic primal urges. 

In spite of his attentive gaze fixated on you, Iruka was dreadfully aware of the number of eyes that lingered one second too long as the two of you walked together through the market. The questioning eyes of his colleagues were one thing – that much he could handle. But as you neared the Yamanaka flower shop, Iruka all but fell to his knees with anxiety. Surely Ino would have much to say, seeing the top of her bouquet in your arms.

It was surprising that as you admired a bundle of roses outside the shop's doors, Ino simply observed from her place behind the counter. Iruka watched her gaze settle on your frame as you bent forwards to inhale deeply; the blonde kunoichi smiled in recognition at the sight of her sensei’s younger sibling. The academy instructor deduced that hiding it from Asuma now would be futile; Ino was bound to drop the ball sooner or later. 

It was nearly sunset by the time the two of you sat down on a bench away from the excitement of the market and core. You bit into another piece of dango, pulling the chewy ball from the skewer with a satisfied hum as Iruka polished off the last of his own.

“You didn’t have to treat me to this, too, you know.” You tried to sound disappointed but failed miserably.

Iruka wanted to comment on the way your demeanour changed around the cashier; the way the woman behind the counter observed the two of you with minor disdain, the way you ripped the dessert from the woman’s hand with such venom — it was dizzying how you turned around a fraction of a second later to him with round doe eyes and a sweet smile. 

“I figured you were making a suggestion after the fifth time we walked by the stall.” He mused, watching you finish the remainder of your dessert with a soft grin. “Besides, it’s not like you put up much of a fight.” 

Embarrassed, you peered sideways at him, “I’m grateful all the same.” 

“I know.” 

Regrettably, the setting sun invited in a cool breeze and the day appeared to be coming to an end. When you mentioned something about getting home to put the flowers in some water, you couldn’t help but notice a shift in Iruka. He walked slower, now, and despite previously only having the courage to guide you through the shops with a gentle hand placed strategically between your shoulder blades, he now conducted you forward to the hill that led back to your apartment with that same hand spread evenly across your lower back. 

As you reached the stoop of your building, you faltered when reaching for your keys. As much as you knew the night had to come to an eventual end, you couldn’t help feeling disappointed. The confidence you previously harboured no longer appeared to be leading you through the motions of your date; ultimately, you conceded you would have better luck next time. 

“I really enjoy your company, Iruka,” you said quietly, lowering your eyes down to the buttons on his vest, “I hope we can spend more Sunday’s like this.”

Iruka’s response was automatic. He lifted a single digit to the underside of your chin, brushing his thumb gently across the span of your bottom lip before lowering his face down. With a subtle tilt, he inched your face upwards until your lips connected. You were pleasantly surprised with the force; in all the times you envisioned this moment, Iruka harbouring dominance was not something that had come to mind. Yet, you melted into his tall frame and allowed the hand free of the bouquet to grip one of the lapels of his vest in the same hungry manner as his arm that now held you firmly against his body. You were thankful for the vice grip Iruka had on you; your knees began to feel weak, and between the erratic beating of your heart in your chest and the ringing in your ears, you weren’t entirely sure you would be able to keep yourself upright much longer. 

Iruka, on the other hand, never felt more in control. It was rejuvenating to feel so sure of himself. He’d been thinking about this moment nonstop since you curled into his side while sharing a booth at the pub on Halloween. Watching your tired eyes fight the urge to fall asleep while surrounded by a full room of people had him itching to escort you back to your apartment, just as he promised. He wanted to see you home safely. From the moment he placed his arm around you and inadvertently smelled the top of your head, he felt incredibly protective of you. It was there he decided his new favourite scent was your shampoo.  It was a foreign feeling to Iruka, but one he was determined to understand. 

Iruka was nervous to pursue anything at first. You were a Sarutobi, after all – what could he have to offer you? Over the duration of the last two weeks, Iruka decided that he would work hard to become a man worthy of you rather than denying himself such a simple pleasure. It had been fourteen gruelling days not being able to speak with you, but he needed to be sure. 

Iruka couldn’t help but smile when the sigh tumbled past your lips; the sound almost as delicious as the cherry chapstick you wore that softened your lips. He removed his mouth from yours, but remained close. His hand at your chin moved to push back the hair from your face, his opposite hand already pressed firmly into the lower portion of your back. 

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first.” Iruka huffed against your lips, his chest rising and falling with each heaving breath he took. “But I was scared if I did ask, I would lose my nerve.” 

This time, it was you who reconnected your mouths together, having stood up on your tip-toes to throw your arms around his neck in a hungry manner. The way he leaned you backwards under the awning until your back hit the brick surely hid you from any witnesses that may have been wandering by during this time of the evening; truthfully, it made the engagement all the more enthralling. 

In a feverish haste, you quietly breathed a moan into his mouth as a large, warm hand gripped tightly at your hip, his thumb caressing the exposed skin just above the waistband of your skirt. God, how intoxicating —

With great reluctance, Iruka disconnected himself with a disgruntled sigh. If he had it his way, he could kiss you forever, never take another breath and die happy in your arms. But he couldn’t be selfish with you any longer, deciding that the time spent apart from you would be much, much shorter than the last. 

And the quiet whimper that follows the swift disconnection is all the answer Iruka needs. Smiling mostly to himself, the man towers over your frame and brings his hands up to fix various pieces of your hair. With the heat of the day, its uniformed strands had begun to curl in unruly patterns. It brought a certain youthfulness to your features Iruka couldn’t help but appreciate. 

“When can I see you again?” Voice husky in its inquiry, Iruka’s gaze didn’t falter from your own as he swam in your half-hooded eyes. 

“Tomorrow evening.” You replied; it wasn’t a suggestion but rather an expectation. 

The man appeared to understand the desire that clung to your demand, and nodded dutifully. 

He caught your free hand in his own, bringing your slender digits up to his lips to press a warm kiss against your knuckles. His mouth broke into a soft smile just underneath the warm flesh, eyes closing for just a fraction of a second as he then pressed his nose to the inside of your wrist to inhale deeply. It was curious, the way his shoulders appeared to visibility relax with the action. 

“Sweet dreams, Sarutobi.” He whispered against the skin, and in the next moment, he disappeared into the darkness of the night. 

Remnants of sleep tugged at the corners of your mind as the jarring call of your name continued to pull you from slumber. The sun came in dimly through half-risen blinds, windows left open through the night to provide some fresh air to the otherwise stuffy studio where you resided. You could hear the faint chirps of morning birds in the treetops, leaves rustling in the gentle breeze that accompanied their cheery tune. 

“Auntie!” 

Your eyes slowly peeled open, staring blankly up at the ceiling with a slow exhale. Looking over to your bedside table, the numbers read 7:49AM; you groaned out in exasperation and threw an arm back over your eyes. What was the brat doing here?

“Auntie, come on! It’ll only take a few minutes!”

Your limbs moved reluctantly, slowly pulling yourself into an upright seated position. Your eyes now fixed themselves on the window with a petulant glare, unable to contain your annoyance with being disturbed so early. After another short minute of deep breathing, you stood and ambled over to the window sill. 

“I need to talk to you!” You glared down at your nephew, who stood on a rock just outside of the front steps of your apartment. “Get down here!” 

What could he possibly want this early in the morning? You wondered, stifling a yawn with one hand as the other drew open the curtains wider. 

“Yeah, yeah, in a minute.” You huffed out in annoyance, turning to locate where you had thrown your pajama bottoms in the darkness of the night. When the young boy called out to you again in frustration, it took everything in you not to snap back in response. He certainly hadn’t mastered patience, that was for sure.

You joined him in the early morning sun, and despite not having been awake for more than five minutes, you welcomed the warmth of the sun’s rays; your nephew carried a lunchbox in his timid hands, goggles not quite seated properly on the top of his head. If you didn’t know him any better, you would have thought he appeared anxious. 

“Yes, Konohamaru?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Konohamaru started, looking down at his feet in embarrassment. 

“You’re sorry?” 

The young preteen nodded hastily. “After I left you at Ichiraku’s, I spent the whole day following you and Iruka-sensei around.” He let his shoulders drop in defeat, a sigh of his own procuring from deep in his chest. “I noticed something.” 

 Curious, you cocked your head to the side. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” 

“Iruka looks at you the same way Asuma looks at Kurenai.”

You blinked slowly, carefully considering your nephew's words. You knew exactly which look he was referring to — the one Asuma only wore whenever he walked next to Kurenai. It was protective, and yet, your brother never looked more at peace. An unlikely combination, but it was an expression he wore exquisitely whenever the pair were together. 

“Also, I may or may not have seen something I shouldn’t have,” Konohamaru’s cheeks deepened further as he lifted a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “but I gotta say, I didn’t think Iruka-sensei could be so handsy. I mean, what was up with that kiss, anyway?” 

Stunned, you swallowed thickly. “K-kiss?” 

“If that’s even what you want to call it – it looked more like face-sucking to me.” 

“Konohamaru!” You chided loudly before shoving your hand overtop of his mouth in a hurried manner, looking anxiously around you to see if anyone else had overheard. “Will you keep your mouth shut? That’s private!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He mumbled under your hand, his hot breath slicking your hand. Ugh, gross.

“I’m not kidding, Konohamaru,” you sighed, “you can’t say anything to anyone. Especially Asuma.” 

The boy laughed. “That’s useless. Uncle Asuma’s gonna know something’s up, he always does.” 

You thought back to the previous night, reeling through the actions of the day spent with the instructor. Surely an impression was left with various individuals throughout the village, seeing the two wandering around so closely together with a bouquet in your arms. What else were they to assume? Undoubtedly, the entire market took to gossiping about the scene that played out before them: Hiruzen’s girl was finally entertaining one of the young men in the village, how exciting. 

You sighed petulantly, feeling your shoulders crumble in on themselves. The laughter that came from the young boy next to you was irritating, but you let it pass. If you expected any opportunity to explain it to Asuma first, you needed your nephew on your side. 

“What Asuma doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right, Konohamaru?” 

The boy threw you a coy smile. “Nice try, Auntie.” 

“Taiyaki for the next two months.” You offered quickly, knowing that he likely wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. 

Fiendishly, Konohamaru fixed his hand on his chin as though he were in deep thought, eyes leering up to the sky. After a short deliberation, he shook his head. “Make it six, and I’ll consider it.” 

Irritated, you grumbled, “You’ll take two and be grateful, you stink.” 

“Six months, and I’ll swing by your place every morning to let you escort me to the Academy. Just to see Iruka-sensei.” The mocking tone in which he drew out the instructor's name had you wincing with regret already. But it was tempting. 

You conceded with a nod, “Fine. Six months, and not a single day longer.” 

Konohamaru grinned in triumph, his hands coming up to rest behind his head. “Well, better go get ready. I’ve gotta be at the gates in less than twenty-minutes!”  

[angelltheninth]

FMK (but the K is kiss): Kakashi, Sasuke, Iruka

The K stands for KISS! I like that a lot better tbh.

Fuck - Iruka

Iruka would probably be the kind of fuck that happens after a long time of pining because he'd be a hopeless mess around you, and way too nice to ask for a one-night stand. But once it happens it would be a guaranteed good time because despite his shyness, he's quite skilled.

Marry - Kakashi

Husband material! Hard to get to settle down but will be the best, most caring husband ever. The kind that cooks breakfast all the time and brings it to bed and reads the bad smut outloud because he thinks it's funny. Also plans anniversary dates way in advance to make sure it all goes well.

Kiss - Sasuke

Getting Sasuke's kiss feels like fireworks going off because he's so god damn hard to read. Is it love? Is it just a crush? Who knows at this point. Not a good kisser at first cause he had no real experience but like with everything he learns really fast and is the one to initiate all future make out sessions.

[writing-ca-ira]

HERE

Naruto Team 7 x Reader

*Clasps hands together aggressively* ALRIGHT, Y’ALL. Time to share one of my favorite (currently) 2-parter family fic EVER CREATED. It’s called Let the Roots Take Hold by buddhaghost, and y’all do NOT know how many times I’ve read both stories. It’s basically just Narufoster home AU, and it’s very Sai-centric, and I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. So, I decided to write fanfiction… for a fanfiction. Please read buddhaghost’s original, it’s SO GOOD.

Anyway’s summary time. Naruto has a nightmare, ruh-roh.

Reader is gender neutral.

Contains: Foster home AU, nightmares, implied child abuse/neglect, kind of Sai-centric, reader has self-doubts, reader can’t comfort anyone for shit, all platonic.

Iruka’s house was plagued with nightmares.

Before anyone gets it twisted, it’s not Iruka’s fault; the very thought was so ridiculous, it would cause you to burst out laughing (Iruka’s the last guy on earth to do anything nightmare-worthy). It’s just that… well… the 5 of you came from broken homes with varying types of scars and experiences. And while Iruka helped — and is still helping — with the fallout, those scars and experiences unfortunately linger around… pushed to the back of your minds until the darkest hours of night, when your conscious can’t filter out the bad thoughts from the good.

So, nightmares were common. Not necessarily nightly, but common enough where one of you five will wake up from one at least once a week. Iruka’s become acutely aware of this informal nightmare schedule… because of course he has a magical sixth sense like that, where he just so happens to check your rooms merely seconds after waking up in a cold sweat… and he’s made each of you promise to wake him should any of you have even the slightest of rough dreams.

But tonight, the informal nightmare schedule had Naruto down for a horrendous one, so his screams were enough to have everyone up.

It was admittedly kind of a blur to you; one moment, you’re being startled awake by the most shrillest cry, and then the next, you’ve somehow teleported to Naruto’s beside helping Sasuke calm him down. Sakura’s suddenly there, then Iruka, and the four of you manage to calm Naruto down from a full-blown panic attack. After his wild gasps for air turned into stable (though shaky) breaths, all of you quickly fell into your routines. Iruka gathered Naruto into a secure hug as the blonde began to sob. Sakura had one hand rubbing up and down Naruto’s shoulder soothingly while the other reached for his beloved stuffed toad Kichi. Sasuke took a seat near the foot of the bed as he gently patted Naruto’s knee.

And you…

You just stood there.

This was your role whenever Naruto had a nightmare; present, but not in the way. While you knew how to calm him down, it was Iruka, Sasuke, and Sakura who knew how to comfort him. So, you always let them do their thing as you stood dutifully at the bedside… your hands at your sides… fingers fiddling with the fabric of your nightwear… watching as Naruto’s sobs turned into quieter sniffles.

This was… a rough one. While it could’ve been worse — a lot worse — seeing one of your foster siblings in distress always put a stone in your chest. Not only because it was your family suffering, but because you know exactly what the post-nightmare panic feels like. And more often than not, all you can do is helplessly stare as Iruka provided the comfort to your siblings that you also so desperately wanted to provide for them. You wanted to be caring like Sakura, who has Kichi perfectly balanced in her lap and ready to hand off to Naruto when he felt better, or a protector like Sasuke, who can chase away nightmares with just one solid, grounding hand.

But… you weren’t like Sakura… and you weren’t like Sasuke. Their roles were carved from their own experiences… for better or for worse.

“… Iru…ka?”

Naruto’s muted voice snapped you out of your thoughts. It was crackly and hoarse, which is pretty on par for a post-nightmare-panic-crying session (doesn’t mean it broke your heart any less to hear, however). Scanning over your pseudo brother’s condition, you took note of his shaky hands and wobbly bottom lip. His tears may have stopped, but the urge to cry was still prevalent in his glossy and red-rimmed eyes.

Iruka adjusted his hold on Naruto so that he had a clear view of the blonde’s face. “I’m here, Naruto,” your foster father whispered. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, dark eyes shimmering with nothing but kindness and encouragement. You could feel the tension leaving your own body from the sight of it (Iruka had the ability to give out secondhand comfort. Because of course he did).

“… here,” Naruto echoed, almost unsure of his own words. He slowly directed his gaze to Sakura, then at Sasuke. “You’re here…”

“We’re here, Naruto,” confirmed Sakura. You could tell she was trying her best to put on a brave expression, though the reassuring smile didn’t reach her worried eyes. Sasuke seemed to pick up on this, and diverted Naruto’s attention by asking, “how are you feeling?”

The blonde didn’t answer for a while. As a blanket of silence settled within the room, a coil of apprehension formed in your stomach. His eyes were void of any readable emotion, a thin line present on his lips. From your peripheral vision, you could see Sakura clutching Kichi close to her body, and Sasuke grimacing from his own question.

Then, Naruto answered. “I’m thirsty.”

… You were pretty sure you even saw Iruka give a sigh of relief at that.

He wanted water. You could do that. If Sakura gives him care, and Sasuke gives him protection, then you can give him water. With the scare of him possibly disassociating out of the way, you let out an unsure um to test your voice. “I’ll go get you some. What color cup do you want?”

“Uh… one of the green ones, please.” His voice still held a bit of an edge to it, but you could tell he was slowly relaxing. You offered him a small grin and a thumbs up. “Sure thing.” You started making your way towards the door, but before you crossed the threshold, you turned back towards the bed and said; “I’ll be right back.”

Naruto slowly nodded, a shaky breath leaving his lips. You saw his shoulders — which seemed to hitch upwards when you had your back towards him — drop into a more eased position. Despite already having a general idea, that was more than enough confirmation to tell you what his nightmare was about; solitude. He hadn’t struggled like this in a while... of course, it helped immensely that you all accommodated for his separation anxiety, but he was doing really well at night. Then again, you knew better than to assume that a disorder can just go away like that.

This is just Naruto’s road to healing, you reminded yourself, rounding the corner towards the kitchen. We’re all on it just like him.

Next thing you knew, you were face to face with a shadowy figure.

… And you admittedly felt your soul leave your body for a few seconds.

Before your fight or flight instincts could kick in, the kitchen lights flicked on, effectively blinding you for a solid 3 seconds. It took a lot of rapid blinking to regain vision, and when you finally did, you were face to face with…

“Sai,” you gasped out, one of your hands clutching your heart as you try not to buckle towards the tiled floor. “Geez, man… you almost gave me a heart attack…!” A small pause. While your tone wasn’t admonishing, you weren’t sure how he would translate it. So, you decided to tack on a very light-hearted, “hi, there,” just to see if it balanced out somehow.

“Hi,” the ravenette responded. He seemed just as surprised as you were, with his eyes slightly wider than usual, and his eyebrows raised a fraction of a inch higher. These were minor details that you would’ve missed out on months ago, but now you were starting to get the hang of the smallest twitches in his facial muscles, pinpointing them to some sort of emotion. Surprised Sai was uncommon, but you can recall a handful of times when he’s used this expression (you’re glad you got surprised Sai over startled Sai, because startled Sai is… well… that’s a story for another day).

There was a beat of silence between the two of you. Just as you were studying over him, he seemed to be studying over you, and it wasn’t until about 10 seconds passed before your rather eccentric brother spoke up. “Sorry for scaring you. I was getting Naruto some water.”

It was then that you noticed he was holding a green cup in his hand. Oh… so, Sai was awake. Since he wasn’t with you guys in Naruto’s room, you kind of subconsciously assumed he was somehow still asleep... then again, it was kind of foolish to think that a former child soldier would sleep through screaming. You wanted to say something more profound — maybe praise him for how thoughtful he was being — but you had to curiously ask; “you were listening?”

At your question, Sai’s head tilted downwards, his dark eyes suddenly finding interest in the kitchen floor. You saw him subtly catch the inside of his mouth in between his teeth while his brows knit together the slightest bit. “Yes,” he answered. His voice was level, as though nothing was amiss, but the hesitation was enough to tell you otherwise. “He… said he was thirsty. So I got him some water.”

Discomfort. Sai was feeling discomfort. You could tell from the way his shoulders were stiff and hitched up, and how he held the green cup closer to his body; you’ve seen him so that with his sketchbook in public many times, whenever someone wanted to look through it. While you weren’t sure what he was exactly discomforted from, you wanted to help walk him through it.

Before he gave you a chance, however, the corners of his mouths pulled upwards into that uncanny smile, as though hooks and wires were puppeteering his face. “Did he say what color cup he wanted? I assumed it was green, but I can’t be too sure. If not, I can get another cup.”

“… He…” your voice died off. Watching Sai return to that fake smile as a shield was already a blow to your heart, but him guessing what color cup Naruto wanted? You had to steadily inhale through your nose to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “He said he wanted green. How did you know?”

“Naruto always swaddles himself in the green blanket whenever he’s sick,” the fair-skinned boy explained, eyes drifted towards the cup in his hands. “So I guessed based on that.”

Right… because Sai is the most observant out of all of you. Possible even more observant than Iruka. If anyone in your house were to pick up on a detail such as Naruto gravitating towards green for comfort, of course it would be him. You couldn’t help that warm smile spreading across your face at the thought of Sai taking note of something like that. “That’s… wow. It’s amazing how you remember those small things. I don’t know what to say.”

Seemingly not registering your words of praise, he kept his eyes on the cup. “Is… uh… Naruto okay?”

Uh.

Sai never says uh.

Yeah. Something was DEFINITELY wrong.

“He’s doing much better,” you began. “Still a little disoriented, but I’m sure he’ll be the same ol’ Naruto by morning.” You paused for about 4 seconds. Trying to connect the dots was… well, it was difficult. Sai was hard to read, despite learning how to express himself more and more these past months, but one thing seemed to be clear; it had something to do with Naruto. “He’s probably already back to complaining, too… what’s taking (Y/N) so long, huh?! I’m dying of thirst!! Or something like that.”

It was meant to be a joke. Not a good one, but just something to get a small, polite chuckle out of Sai. But your words seemed to have the opposite effect. Instead, you watched in horror as his bottom eyelids crinkled upwards, a single tear cascading down his pale cheek. His eyes held no pain or sadness, but just seeing a tear was enough to trigger your sibling comfort mode.

“Sai—?? What’s—”

He interrupted you. “That’s good.” A small pause, another tear streaming down his face. “I’m glad he’s okay.”

Before you knew it, tears were slipping down his face faster than you could process it. He didn’t sob, hiccup, or wail, only occasionally sniffling as he stared off into space. This… was new. You’ve helped reassure Sai before, distract him from some of his less than ideal feelings, and even stayed up late at night to give him company (… not to mention, keep an eye on him when it was… going rough), but him crying? God, where’s Iruka? Where’s Sakura? Hell, even Naruto and Sasuke were more well-versed in this field… do you call Kakashi? Tsunade? How would Sai perceive you leaving to grab your phone? Should you… huh him? No, he doesn’t like physical contact. You know this. What a useless thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Then it suddenly dawned upon you how dumb you must’ve looked;

You were just standing there.

Your hands at your sides.

Fingers fiddling with your nightwear.

Watching Sai sniffle.

This isn’t helping him, you urgently thought to yourself. Now’s not the time to freeze up. I… have to do something…!

But what can you do? He probably wasn’t too keen on the idea of a comforting hug, or a caring caress on his shoulder, or a protective hand grounding him. He didn’t like physical contact, so what would help him?

You’re not comforting, caring, or protective…

… but you are logical, right?

“Sai,” you gently started, “what are you feeling?”

He didn’t give you a response for the longest time. The absence of an answer made you increasingly aware just how quiet the house can be at night, though you swore you could distantly hear laughter coming from Naruto’s room. Maybe it was a dumb thing to ask… maybe you should’ve gotten Iruka, or called Kakashi or Tsunade, because you obviously can’t handle comforting someone on your—

“… Bad.”

It was a feint response; you almost didn’t hear him. But your ears managed to pick up on it, and you realized that you had some steam to work with. “Bad?”

“Yes.” He sniffled. “It feels bad. Here.”

You watched his point finger tap at his sternum. Trying not to furrow your brows, you tilted your head to the side and said, “in your chest?”

A nod. “It feels… bad.”

That’s… not a lot to go off of, but at least it’s something. The fact that Sai managed to label what he was feeling with a word in general made your heart fill with pride (you thought about telling Iruka, but you weren’t sure if Sai would be okay with that). “It feels bad,” you repeated. “Did it start feeling like that when you heard Naruto scream?”

The dark-haired boy seemed to think about this for a moment, then shook his head. “No.”

“Okay. Then…” you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of a question. “When it start feeling bad?”

“At the doorway,” said Sai.

At the doorway? You were about to ask what he meant by that, but then it hit you; “The doorway to Naruto’s room?”

Another nod. “I heard him crying. It started feeling bad then.”

You weren’t exactly sure how to translate that. With a description as vague as “bad,” there were be many things Sai could be feeling. But you were right about it being connected to Naruto, so there was only way you could possible think to help him. “Would you… like to see Naruto?”

His red-rimmed eyes snapped up to yours (eye contact again. Another point for you, yay). From the way they widened by a fraction of an inch — the return of surprised Sai — you could tell that the very notion of seeing Naruto didn’t even cross his mind. He swiped at his face, drying it of any lingering tears, and returned to his neutral expression.

“… See him,” he echoed. It was like the words were foreign to his tongue, and something about that didn’t sit right with you. Did he think he wasn’t allowed to? Apprehension suddenly clogged your throat, your thoughts racing as you tried to recall anything you could’ve said or done to make him feel that way. Before you got too lost in your head, however, Sai brought you back to reality. “Can I see him?”

“You never needed anyone’s permission,” you were quick to assure him. “I think he would love to see you. It would make him feel better.” You started walking down the hall, still keeping your gaze on your foster brother. “Come on, let’s go give him his water. I bet he’s absolutely dying right now and cursing my name.”

This time, your joke seemed to land. Your last glimpse of Sai before you turned to face forward was of him softly smiling, and you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

The trip to Naruto’s room was silent, and while it wasn’t a comfortable silence, it wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable silence, either. You found yourselves in front of Naruto’s doorway rather quickly, but before you walked in, you noticed out of the corner of your eye how Sai hesitated in his steps. It was as though there was an invisible barrier keeping him from entering… something keeping him out.

You were about to turn around to reassure him, but Naruto’s voice rang out before you could. “(Y/N)! You’re back!!”

Everyone was looking at you now. They were still relatively in the same positions when you left, except Iruka had a chair pulled up to Naruto’s bedside. Kichi was secured tightly under the blonde’s left arm while his right one flailed in the air as a very energetic wave.

“We thought you got lost,” Sakura joked, her voice a bit strained as she talked mid-stretch.

You watched as corner of Sasuke’s mouth twitched, something he did in an attempt to not smile. “Did you forget the water?”

“Actually, Sai got the water,” you retorted. Finally looking behind you at the shadow in the doorway, you motioned for Sai to come in, but all he did was stare dumbly at you in return. It might’ve been because you put him on the spot… you usually never did that, as you hated making him uncomfortable, but this time, it was a necessary sacrifice. A sacrifice made out of love, if you will. He can be passive aggressive about it later, you didn’t really care.

“Sai?” Iruka’s tone held a hint of surprise in it, but not enough to overpower the ever-present warmth he spoke with. When his eyes landed on the boy in question, a kind smile broke out on his features. “Ah, that was very thoughtful of you, Sai.”

“And he got me a green cup,” cheered Naruto.

The praise Sai was receiving seemed to fall on deaf ears. He took a few unsure steps into the room, hesitated, then only continued further when he saw your reassuring smile. He had to reach over Sakura to hand Naruto the cup, but Sai’s steady hands kept it from spilling a drop. You watched intently as the blonde graciously accepted Sai’s offer, half of the water guzzled down within a millisecond.

“Geez, Naruto, slow down,” Sakura chided. “And what do you say to Sai?”

After lowering the cup, a satisfied ahhh left Naruto’s lips. “Thanks, Sai! I was dying of dehydration over here!”

Called it, you mentally scoffed.

Sai’s blank expression didn’t falter. He stood at Naruto’s bedside with such an uncomfortable stiffness, you couldn’t help but grimace a bit out of sympathy. This was new territory for him. From the way his lips pressed into a thin line as his fingers thrummed against the side of his leg, you definitely knew he was nervous. After taking a little time to scan over Naruto’s face, the dark-haired boy finally spoke up. “Are you…”

He trailed off completely. The thrumming fingers suddenly turned into full-on fidgety hands as he tried to find his own voice. Now that everyone’s attention was on him, his gaze was trained on Naruto’s colorful bead sheets, and you realized that it would be 10 times harder for him to get his words out.

So, you had to step in.

“Sai wants to know if you’re okay, Naruto.” Your eyes darted towards Iruka, who gave you an encouraging nod. “He was… worried.”

“Worried,” repeated Sai. He said it with such softness — such fondness — as he brought a hand up to his sternum. “Yes… I…” there was that crinkle in his eyelids again, and you were afraid he was going to start crying again. But instead, he looked back at Naruto with glossy eyes. “I was worried about you. Are you okay?”

Naruto seemingly didn’t know what to say. Unlike Sai, it didn’t take much to recognize whatever emotion was displayed on the blonde’s face, and from the wide eyes to unhinged jaw, you knew that he was surpised. This expression was soon replaced by pure joy, however, as a giant grin broke out on his face. “Ahhh, I’m fine!! No biggie!” He paused for a moment. “But… thanks for worrying about me. It means a lot, ya know?”

There was a fond smile on Sai’s face; one that fully reached his eyes. You could see the tension in his shoulders drop as his hands stilled their movement. On the bed, Sakura hitched her legs up to her chest as she potted the now vacant spot in front of her. “Join us,” she practically commanded. “Sasuke was just telling us about the time he totally wiped out on his skateboard trying to impress a girl.”

“I was not trying to impress her,” Sasuke quickly snapped back. “And I didn’t totally wipe out.”

“Yes you did!! Yes you did!!” Naruto gleefully jabbed his finger at the Uchiha. “I saw you!!”

Sasuke huffed. “You were too busy trying to catch frogs. You didn’t see anything!”

“Was not!!”

“Was too..!”

As the two began to bicker back and forth (with Sakura acting as the rogue devil’s advocate and Iruka just giving out a drawn-out sigh), Sai finally decided to take Sakura’s offer, sitting down on the bed as delicately as possible. He only contemptly observed the chaos that was unfolding, his head pivoting towards whoever was making the current retort. You couldn’t help but fondly chortle at the sight. This was your family; Iruka being the peacekeeper, Sasuke being rambunctious, Sakura being rambunctious-er, Naruto being rambunctious-est, Sai being just happy to be here...

And you…

“(Y/N)!”

You looked up to see Sai patting an empty spot next to him, much like how Sakura did earlier. It wasn’t exactly the biggest space, with 4 other people already on the bed, but it was just the right size for you to possibly squeeze in. Your heart filled with warmth at how Sai’s eyes sparkled with encouragement, so of course you had no choice but to walk over and plop yourself next to him.

Seeing you join everyone on the bed, Naruto let out a triumphant laugh. “Alright!! Nothin’ like a good ol’ nightmare to bring the fam together!!”

He thrusted his hands into the air from joy.

… Except he still had the cup of water in his hand.

So, the next thing you know, Naruto’s room forecast looked to be a 100% chance of showers as he managed to get everyone on the bed varying degrees of wet. Sakura let out a surprised yelp while Sasuke hunched over like a wet cat, and Sai… well, he somehow predicted this outcome and jumped off of the bed before a single drop could reach him, so he was spared. You, however, were not, as you tugged are your now wet nightwear, trying to process what just happened. Iruka was doing a bad job at covering his amusement with his hands as Sakura and Sasuke shouted in unison, “NARUTO!!!”

So, yeah. This was your family; Iruka being the peacekeeper, Sasuke being rambunctious, Sakura being rambunctious-er, Naruto being rambunctious-est, Sai being just happy to be here…

And you…

You were also just happy to be here.

[moumouton4]

Idk if you know this, but JSchlatt reaction meme "What the fuck":

https://youtu.be/cl4N8evU8UY

Now, to what, Naruto characters would react like this?

(Yes I have too much time on my hands so I'm looking up old reaction memes)

Toodles~

Their Reactions To You Going "What The Fuck ?!?" || Naruto characters x reader 5

A/n : Oh gosh my dear it took me so much time. I've never struggled so much and I think it was because writing for a meme is a complex exercise 👀 But I did it ! 😍

Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warnings : Contains both fluff and smut ( mention of boner, hand job, roughness, punishment, oral male!receiver, grinding, mention of wall sex, mention of breeding, dirty talk ) 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 2131

Sasuke Uchiha : All the people around you were engrossed in a dumb ass show - according to him. Once again he sighs discreetly at the jokes he certainly doesn't find funny. He only came because Naruto told him he wanted all his friends to be there for the evening. But then a voice was heard above all the laughters “What the fuck ?!? This is not funny” you said. Everyone looked at you amused before starting to laugh again. Except Sasuke, he looked at you intently. You had to be Y/n, an ally Naruto had met on a mission, he thought. As you got up to take a breath outside. He cautiously made his way outside the house as well. You seemed very raw and unadorned, and it piqued his curiosity. Perhaps he could get to know you in more detail ?

Kakashi Hatake : He smiles widely under his mask, the only thing giving him away were the crinkles around his eyes showing how genuine his smile was. He found it really unusual and unexpected to see you burst like this. After all, you were a great and skilled kunoichi, who had a lot of requirements and was very professional. But it felt really good to see that after all like everyone you have your little moments of overflow. He knew no one was around so he gave your ass a gentle yet noticeable slap “Y/n keep it down. You have a reputation to uphold” he chuckled at the bashful expression on your face.

Itachi Uchiha : He's not even taken aback. He smiles lovingly at you. He loves to see you go out of your way. It gives you a wild, unpredictable side that he loves "My fierce lioness" For him, it's so endearing he can't help but rub your cheek with love, his dark eyes getting lost in your gaze, making you blush and calm down. Every action you take and word you say reminds him of what a good choice he made in asking you to marry him ( maybe a future hc 👀 )

Naruto Uzumaki : He doesn’t care if you’re angry or just messing around. He’s going to pick you and tickle you. At some point you move so much that he slips. You both end up sprawled on the floor. Everyone in the street are looking at you and it’s fueling you again “This is not fucking fucking. Mind your own business !” Meanwhile Naruto is just laughing his ass off as if it was the funniest thing ever.

Iruka Umino : His eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape. But don’t misunderstand him, he is really happy that for once someone takes up his defense when his pupils are making fun of him. Though then he looks at you with a smile as he whispers with his mouth half hiding his mouth “Y/n please they are already impossible to manage. Don't teach them swear words" You gave him a sheepish smile and kissed his cheek before saying goodbye. Leaving him flustered in front of a shocked crowd of kids whispering how pretty their teacher’s S/o is.

Utakata : He doesn’t even care what you’re talking about - as long as you’re safe. He’s going to gently slap the back of your head or pinch your shoulder and remind you of your language "Y/n being my apprentice you must keep a certain self control and keep these kinds of words out of your language" You huffed as his basic and prepared answer, reminding him that you also were his partner. He flushed and turned his head the other way so that you don’t see the effect your teasing has on him. He mumbled “Yeah… that too” He wrapped your arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. You both trained well now it was time to go home and rest.

Rock Lee : He panics !! He wants to know why you said that, to whom you said that. Not funny ? Don’t worry he is going to give you his best to make you laugh ( almost wrote cum” here. I was on Hidan’s part before 😭 ) Also he is a bit clueless at your choice of word “My Flower isn’t this word supposed to be used in a more intimate cont-” but the look of pure rage that you gave him killed his question in the egg as he gulped down loudly. He’s obviously going to ask Guy senseï, Neji or Tenten for an answer ( Yes Neji is still alive in my canon-verse )

Yamato : He doesn’t know what’s happening. He just knows he doesn’t want to get involved. He stares at you ensuring you’re fine and slowly he steps aside. Slowly, slowly, until he leaves the scene. Which has you running after him throughout the village. Obviously you find him hiding behind the bench where Kakashi is reading his book on “Please don’t tell Y/n I’m here” “Y/n ! Tenzo’s hiding behind that bench”

Sasori : Seriously bro is unfazed lmao. If he looks up from the puppet he is crafting then you’re a lucky one. But ultimately he is going to make sure there is nothing wrong happening because believe it or not he cares about you. And whoever displeases you will regret it.

Gaara : He freezes slightly. His head turns  s l o w l y  towards you wondering what might have triggered this response. It better be not someone’s fault or else they will have to deal with the Kazekage himself. But then as he focuses on what you’re doing, he sees you rage quitting on your game console. And before he can even say a word he sees you throwing it out the window “My Love careful. It's the 6th this month” He motions to you to come towards him and pats your head gently reminding you that next time it happens that you should just set it before you get angry.

Hashirama Senju : He is a bit shocked but finds your reaction funny as well. And a bit ashamed because he was actually enjoying the jokes of the show. But he had to know better after all. You’re such a lively and sunny person that he almost forgets how much you’re like his brother when it gets to the field of humor. That’s maybe why you've always gotten along well. He nudges you playfully to make you loosen up “Hey you’re married to the Hokage now stop acting like-” but all he gets is a dark glare and a kiss on the cheek, which makes him go dark red.

Tobirama Senju : He can’t help the corner of his lips from twitching upwards. It makes him feel better at ease knowing he is not alone not finding it funny. And knowing that you above everyone thinks the same as him warms his heart. He wants to scoop you in his arms and set you on his lap as he smells the scent of your hair. But for that he’ll have to wait for you guys to come back home. He just hopes his brother isn’t going to invite himself like he always does when Hashirama wants to have a quiet and loving evening with you “No one’s home, come back and try tomorrow !”

Deidara : We know him. He is such a drama queen. He is for sure going to follow you and start screaming insults without even knowing what got you starting in the first place. But it’s fueling your anger. And so you both end up filing the hideout with your screams. Sasori or someone else comes to y’all and tries to scare you for you to shut the fuck up “Nooooo but you don’t understand it’s fucking annoyin-” “SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU !”

Shikamaru Nara : He smirks. His eyes flashes a mischievous glance at you. Despite his laid back stature with his hands buried in his pockets, we can clearly see in his eyes a fire burn. He startles you when suddenly his arm wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him, until your hip rests flush against his. He isn’t giving anything away to anyone that might have seen him getting closer to you. He nods mindlessly at what others are saying. It’s son going to be this time of the day when he needs you as much as he needs air. You feel his hand squeeze your hip and you know that sooner or later he is going to try to get you out of here to have you all to himself.

 NSFW starts here :

Minato Namikaze : He is slightly taken aback when he hears your outburst. But he is used to it after all this time being married to you. And even after 4 years it always stirs this sparkle inside him. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside. It reminded him of the first time he ever saw you, and of course you were lashing out at someone who disrespected one of your friends. You snapped him out of his thoughts when your hand touched his bulge over his pants. He blushed as a moan escaped his lips. He should have known he would react that way. He always does “Princess aghh… keep going” he begged, his hips jerked up at your touch. He just wanted you to free his hardened length from the confines from his pants to touch him properly. It was your fault, now he needed you to take the matter in your own hands… literally.

Orochimaru : He roughly grabbed your jaw the moment he heard the words leave your lips. You were stunned but it wasn’t foreign. Even when you guys had sex and a curse would escape you he’d stop right away “Oh, such hideous words coming out from the mouth of such an obedient pet" You knew damn well what that meant for you. No cumming allowed until… well until he allows you. You felt his hands on your shoulders gently but firmly bringing you down on your knees “Open wide for me. You’re going to do your best to make me forget about this slip of yours”

Neji Hyuga : He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt when he heard you say those words. When throughout your childhood you're taught to keep up appearances, to be obedient and to look your best. When you grow up you want to look beyond these barriers and see what it would be like to behave normally. No restraints - especially when you've got eyes that can see through clothes - just pure instincts. I always did his best not to keep his mask on when he was with you. And today the hinges had popped. He grabbed you around the waist and pinned you against the wall. From there you could clearly feel the outline of his cock against your center. His hips moved in a teasing motion against you “Please let me have you against the wall” he pleaded. You could tell he was doing his best not to let any noise out. So what did you do ? You cursed again obviously. And he didn't need anything more to get off to a flying start.

Madara Uchiha : “What the f-” he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence. He puts his hand over your mouth to make sure you don't finish the string of insults he is sure was about to come “You’re an Uchiha now. I expect much more from you” He set his other hand on your shoulder putting a firm pressure on it as he lowered his voice. His breath tickles your ear “Once we get home I'm going to make sure you use up your supply of insults while I breed you mmh ? I just need you to be a little more patient” You nodded obediently and he released his grip on you. Leaving you hanging for more. But you didn't worry, you knew he was a man of his word.

Hidan : He laughs loudly at your curses. He doesn’t care for whom it is destined to, not why you said that. It fuels him. That’s it he wants to fuck now. With his it’s easy, you need a fuck ? curse in front of him. Regardless of where you are, he won’t even bother looking for an excuse. He’ll take you on his shoulder and bring you to your room “Such a slutty mouth you have my dear” he smirks throwing you on the bed “We’ll see how much more I can coax out from you. I’ll give you real fun” he says in a dangerous tone as he enters you with one deep thrust.

~

~

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥪🌭 Again my requests are open 🧇🧀

*Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hi!! I hope you're doing well! May I request an Iruka scenario of him falling in love with a single mom/parent?? Thank you so much!! I really appreciate your work!

A/n: The sweetest man, deserves all the love.Also I am doing a little better, thank you for asking how I was and for enjoying my writing.

I’m so sorry if this is bad, it’s 4:30. If you’d like something different just send me a new request.

Iruka enjoyed working with kids, it was something that he knew he was actually good at though deep down he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing something and if it wasn’t for Naruto’s instant nagging he might have left it alone. The man honestly wishes that he hadn’t voiced how he felt lonely at times, then maybe he wouldn’t be sitting in some random restaurant he doubt he could afford waiting for his blind date to arrive.Iruka could almost hear Naruto’s cheerful laughter ringing in his ears.

“She’s great Iruka! You’re gonna love her! Haha!”

Shoulders slumping, he did his best not to slouch though he suddenly tensed hearing his name being called. It was a soft voice, not something he was used to hearing. Slowly turning around the man’s eyes went wide, and suddenly his face felt to hot. Nervously biting his lip he nearly slipped out of his chair trying to greet you. “I’m…Iruka! yes.”

Did his voice really just crack? Was he 12?

A soft laugh escaped your lips, giving him a smile you grasped his hand shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you Iruka, I’m Y/n.”

Closing his eyes, Iruka smiled as he gave your hand a soft squeeze. “Y/n.” He liked how good your name rolled off of his tongue.

+

Iruka wasn’t quite sure when he fell for you, he had so many little moments to choose from and he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing your son liked him too. The three year old often clinging to his legs whenever he came over to your home. It was a bitter sweetness. While he loved you and your boy he couldn’t help but feel something knowing that your ex just abandoned you. He couldn’t understand it, why would he leave you, why would he leave his son?

“Iruka, are you okay?”

Snapped out of his thoughts the man gave you a smile as he brought your hand to your lips as he kissed the ring shinning on your finger.

“Never better.” Well it didn’t matter now, he didn’t have to worry about you being alone, he didn’t have to worry about your son growing up with out a father.

“Daddy! Can we get something to eat.” The now four year old jumped on his back, his arms wrapping around his neck.

“Haha of course we can! You’re mother is eating for two.” He teased though a small scoff escaped your lips as he helped you up.

Everything was perfect.

[marvelmymarvel]

Flustered

Iruka Umino x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader

Synopsis: Of all the years you've known Iruka, you have never seen him with his hair down. But one parent-teacher conference changed that.

A/n: If you all have never seen fanart of this man with his hair down... WHEW. FERAL

Your foot tapped impatiently against the wooden floorboards, arms crossed as you waited for the parent currently talking to Iruka to finish up. Upon arriving back to the village from a mission, Naruto let you know that you had a parent-teacher conference to attend. A conference he knew about for weeks but waited last minute to tell you.

Typical kids.

Kakashi thankfully was able to take the mission report to the Hokage, leaving you to race across the village for a meeting you were not prepared to have. The door slid open and the parent exiting threw back a flirty 'thank you'. Weren't these people married?? The mom shot a glare your way, just like no one liked Naruto they also didn't like you for raising him. "Where is your demon child?"

You shot a mocking smile her way, "Sleeping... Where is your good-for-nothing kid?"

She gasped, face heating up in anger as you strode past, bumping her shoulder as you entered the room. She opened her mouth to spew out a cruel threat you had most likely heard before, but you opted to slam the door in her face instead of listening.

You blew out a sigh, fingers rubbing at your temple as you mentally scolded Naruto for throwing you in this position. If you had known about this meeting you would have prepared, maybe would have taken a shower -

"Ah! Hello Y/n!"

"Hey Iruka, how are you...." You trailed off as you finally looked his way, the sight of him causing you to short-circuit. The setting sun bounced off of his brown eyes which had grown slightly heavy thanks to the exhaustion taking over him. He looked beautiful, as always. But there was something else, something more that caused you to stop all thoughts.

His hair.

He cocked his head at your wide-eyed open-mouthed gaze. "Is something the matter?" His question sounded confident but he was slowly becoming self-conscious. Was there something in his teeth? On his face?

"Your hair" you muttered quietly. Iruka began to blush, fingers raising to touch his longer locks "Ah... Ya, I ran out of hair ties, had to have it down for the day. Anyway please sit" You nodded at this before blindly walking towards the chairs in front of his desk. You didn't know why but you were growing quite flustered under his gaze -

Your foot caught on the desk, causing you to stumble "Oops! Guess I'm still tired from the mission" You let out a sheepish laugh as he asked if you were okay. In all honesty, you were not doing well. When you tried to sit down, the chair nearly flew out from underneath you with how hard you tried to sit down. The more you embarrassed yourself the more you became flustered. The more flustered you got the more you embarrassed yourself.

Iruka bit back a smile at your clumsiness. "I'll keep it quick, I know you just got back from a mission-"

"No need! I uh, I enjoy... Never mind" You were kicking yourself right now, if you could die and never come back you would have. "You enjoy talking to me?" Iruka asked as he leaned against the desk in front of you. You didn't dare look up at him and instead had your eyes trained on the ground.

Silence filled the air and he finally felt his smirk break out on his lips, "How about this then. I still need to eat dinner and I'm sure you didn't get a chance before coming. Would you like to discuss Naruto over dinner with me?"

Your eyes flicked up to him as you played anxiously with your fingers. Could you make it an entire hour alone with him without falling more in love with him? Why the hell did his hair make you so flustered anyway? You knew you liked him but dear God, there was something about the hair that made it worse. "So, what do you say?"

You nodded your head before you were able to process your answer, "I'd love to get dinner with you!" His smile reached his eyes as he stuck out his hand for you to take. You took it reluctantly, still feeling rather flustered as he hauled you up from the chair. You lost your footing, stumbling into his arms causing him to let out a laugh.

"Man what's made you so flustered?" he teased. Your lips turned into a pout but it only made him laugh harder. "You like my hair down don't you?"

You gasped at that... How did he know?! Sure you brought it up but did your flustered actions really tell him more than you wanted him to know?

"All of the mothers have been flirting with me nonstop today, all of them commented about how good I looked with my hair down" You frowned at that, just how many women flirted with him today? Was he just using you to boost his ego-

"I was excited to see how you would react. I didn't like their attention but I sure do love yours"

"You're going to make me die of embarrassment" You whined before shoving your face into his neck. He only let out a laugh as his hand grazed up and down your spine. "So, where do you want to go for dinner?"

[wing-ed-thing]

Iruka x Reader x Kakashi Love Triange Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns

𓆃 Hm... I guess you have a decision between a mentally stable, emotionally intelligent man with no commitment issues who is willing to settle down and give you anything you could humanly ask for... and Kakashi.

𓆃 Okay, perhaps that's not entirely fair, but that's certainly how Kakashi is bound to think.

𓆃 Due to the nature of the shinobi profession, most shinobi start young and retire young compared to other jobs. Even older shinobi take on less field work in favor of other high leadership opportunities.

𓆃 And at some point, a shinobi has to decide what their career path is going to be like, given that they're all so varied. This is likely to be the main point of contention when it comes to your triangle dynamic.

𓆃 Now, Iruka and Kakashi don't really know each other. Sure, Iruka is a prominent teacher at the academy and him and Kakashi have had professional interactions, but they aren't necessarily friends.

𓆃 And honestly, most of the triangle hinges on how they view each other rather than how they view you.

𓆃 Clearly, they view you positively and romantically, but pursuing you in spite of each other is where they almost get wrapped up in themselves in a way that a traditional "love triangle" typically doesn't function.

𓆃 They're both aware of their mutual interest in you. Kakashi is bound to figure this out first since he tends to have a sharper eye for these sorts of things, but Iruka isn't too far behind.

𓆃 You'll have a wonderful friendship with Kakashi and Iruka, which serves as the foundation for your budding relationships and their interactions with each other.

𓆃 The stand-up men they are, all Kakashi and Iruka want is for you to be happy... they just can't agree on what that means.

𓆃 Kakashi sees Iruka as a stable partner who can provide for you and who you won't have to worry about losing. He knows that he's emotionally unavailable and struggles when it comes to commitment. He believes that until his inner problems are 100% fixed, he's not ready for a long-term relationship and is a serial self saboteur.

𓆃 Meanwhile, Iruka doesn't consider himself to be someone with a lot to offer. He's a chūnin who's been in the same position his whole life. Teaching isn't very glamorous, and he considers the dynamic you have with Kakashi to be more exciting for you.

𓆃 He perceives Kakashi as able to offer you a more fulfilling like compared to his "boring routine."

𓆃 Sometimes, they make meaningful eye contact when the three of you are together, and the communication varies each time.

𓆃 Sometimes, it's Kakashi communicating that you've had a really bad day and your level of upset is more in Iruka's skill range. Or maybe you're leaving a party, and Iruka is telling Kakashi that he should probably walk you home.

𓆃 What's a truly juicy dynamic is if you're dating them at the same time. Perhaps you're casually dating because you're already thinking about your future as a shinobi. Or maybe you're a civilian who's anxious about dating shinobi men.

𓆃 But they know. They do know that you're dating the both of them trying to feel out of you want to make anything official if anything else. And they're cool with it for the most part.

𓆃 If you happen to have a, "wait... the two of you know each other?" moment, expect more meaningful eye contact.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: GREAT NOW I WANT TO WRITE THIS WHOLE CASUAL DATING SCENARIO

[mrs-barnes-library]

My Favorite Iruka Umino Fanfictions 🥡

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲 Incorrect Quotes : 💫 My Work : ✨💚

If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Iruka Umino 🥡 :

His Reaction To His S/o Offering Him Flowers 🌺

Witnessing His S/o Getting Harassed 🌺

Homecoming 🌺

Taking Care Of His Wounds 🌺

Lost And Found 🌺

Stealing His Clothes 🌺

How He Hold Your Hand 🌺

When You're A Comedian 🌺

Picnic Mayhem 🌺🔥

Virginity Loss 🔥

Nasty Time 🔥

Begging You To Let Him Touch You 🔥

Squirting 🔥

Him Pinning After His Darling For Ages And She Decides To Let Him In 🔥

How He Reacts To You Starting To Rock Your His Against His 🔥💚✨

Shower Sex 🔥

Comfort Sex 🔥

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

That Moment You Tried To Top Him 🔥💚✨

[honeykngdom]

the caretaker | iruka umino

Pairing: Iruka Umino x 19+f!reader Synopsis: It's particularly rainy that Sunday morning. You have places to be, and the rain certainly wasn't going to stop you - a pothole in the road might, however. How embarrassing, now you're late and wet. Oh, God, please tell me you didn't see that? WC: N/A - nothing but fluff. Word Count: 5.5k A/N: tbh I fell in love with the idea of iruka being soft and taking care of me, so I decided to write something to fulfil my own need since I couldn't find anything to scratch that itch. Reader is a Sarutobi bc the plot required it. If you liked reading my work, please know my requests are open & I offer taglists for new content I post! :)

Read part two here!

It was raining outside. Under any other circumstance, Iruka wouldn’t have minded. Except that it was cold, and wet, and it was Halloween. And normally, Iruka didn’t have arrangements for Halloween, so the terrible forecast wouldn’t have been a concern – except that he did this year, and the rain was impeding on those particular plans. 

For the last two years, Halloween landed on a school day. For the most part, he was bogged down with lending an additional hand after class. In prior years, he didn’t bother to celebrate the holiday simply because he hadn’t had the time. It appeared that wasn’t a sufficient answer for Master Jiraiya. 

The Sannin arrived in town just the night prior after a gruelling month of training with Naruto; he was dining at Ichiraku’s with Kakashi and Asuma. They feasted on ramen while Iruka listened to the tales of their various training. He was always impressed as a teacher of the Academy to listen to the growth and strength that students of his past accomplished in their own personal endeavours. Especially with Naruto. The boy was an enigma, Iruka decided, one he was keen on rooting for. 

But no amount of compliments to Jiraiya and his masterful work with Naruto could spare Iruka from the dreaded conversation; what was going on for the holiday in the village? Iruka all but hung his head in his ramen bowl as the conversation around him ensued. It was unsurprising that Kakashi knew the goings-on of celebrations within the village; the man knew everything about everyone, for the most part. Asuma, not unlike Iruka, also didn’t typically partake in the festivities, but appeared rather intrigued at the prospect of joining his fellow comrades in a night of fun. 

Iruka tried to avoid it; he was busy grading, preparing next week's lessons, and watering his plants – to no avail. Jiraiya all but insisted that Iruka join them for the evening. No if, ands, or buts about it. This brought Iruka to his current predicament. Not only did he have plans for the evening, it was also pouring with rain. 

He watched the puddles from his perch on his small balcony attached to his second story apartment. The streets were painted a dark grey from the moisture, curbsides overflowing with an ongoing stream that seemed to come from and go nowhere in particular. The tea in his hand was far from serving its purpose of keeping him warm, which was a pity, given it was the last of his favourite herbal blend. Iruka signed petulantly, circling the remainder of the cup's contents in a slow motion.

When he heard the yelp, he nearly leaped from where he stood to the sound. Looking up to search the street once again, he noticed the laying figure of a young woman. From the way her wicker basket sat several feet away from her, Iruka determined she must have fallen in her travel. He watched her for a few moments, noticing that she was slow to rise to her feet. Ultimately, he decided if anything, he needed to ensure she wasn’t injured. 

In your rush to make it to your aunt’s get together in time, you had stupidly forgotten to securely fasten one of the ankle straps on your rollerblades. Under normal conditions, it wouldn’t have proven to be too much of a problem; but when you’re speeding down the road and forget about the pothole just on the left hand side, it certainly can be. 

You probably should’ve moved. You were in the middle of the street, after all. Sure, it was raining and there was likely no one coming that you could be a bother too, but nonetheless. You were laying in the dirty street. In a puddle. And you’re pretty sure your ankle would begin to swell just about any moment. 

“Just great,” you muttered to yourself, unable to contain your annoyance any longer. It was nothing but obstacles since your eyes opened that morning. You ran out of your favourite tea blend, and in your search of finding something new to pair with your morning eggs, you burnt the last of them. You had no hot water when you went to shower – something that now seemed futile, given that your hair was soaked in rain water and mud. And, you were running late.

You heard the slam of a door followed by the approach of footsteps. You turned slowly, using your arms to push yourself up off the ground with a groan. 

“Are you alright?” 

Looking up, a gentleman stood above you with an umbrella in one hand and the other stretched out as an offer of help. He looked so comfortable in his training pants and turtleneck – comfortable and dry. You went to grab the hand he held out, and grimaced when you noticed the scrapes across your palm mixed with pieces of gravel. 

“I’ve been better.” You conceded, brushing your hands across your pants as soon as you were standing upright. You noted a tear in the knee in one pant leg and frowned. “Thank you for coming to help me, though.” You turned to the man that was now bent over and collecting the various items that had fallen from your basket. Oh, no – the taiyaki! “My desserts!” 

Rolling forward to grab the basket, the movement of your weight from one leg to the next sent a shooting pain throughout the entirety of your ankle and up the front of your leg. With a short cry, you went to collapse to the ground again, but found yourself caught by a pair of firm hands. 

“Woah, easy! I think it’d be best if you get that ankle checked out.” Iruka felt horrible. There was something about the way your face broke at the sight of your soaked taiyaki that made him feel all the more guilty, although he hadn’t the faintest clue why he would. “Those are death traps you have strapped to your feet.” 

You shot a look up at him. “They are not!” 

“That so?” Iruka’s brow lifted in challenge, slowly removing his grip from your arms to allow you to steady yourself on your own feet. From the look of pain that pulled your brows together, he had proven his point. “It should be looked at.” 

You sighed petulantly. Looking up at him now that the umbrella was situated over both of you, you allowed your brain a moment to register the man standing in front of you. You knew Iruka. You were only a few years his junior, so the pair of you never shared a class or completed any training together. But he was a familiar face, and a friendly one at that. 

“I appreciate the concern, Iruka. But I’m actually running late.” 

“I don’t think you understand,” he began, shaking his head slowly as he explained, “you’re not going to make it very far in this condition, and certainly not in this weather. Aren’t you in pain?” 

Of course I’m in pain, you thought coarsely. “I promised my nephew taiyaki, I’m bringing him taiyaki.” 

Iruka paused. As much as he wanted to argue that it was imperative you seek medical attention, he could appreciate that you felt you had a duty to fulfil. He often felt that same sense of duty when tending to his students. He took a moment to assess the situation, gnawing on the inside of his cheek while he processed. 

“For Halloween?” 

You nodded your head. “It’s his favourite holiday, and I love that he loves all things scary. I make him taiyaki every year and we eat it after we carve pumpkins.” 

Iruka fell into silence again; the two of you stood under the shared umbrella surrounded by the pouring rain with your basket full of the ruined dessert hanging between the two of you in your hands. If you weren’t soaked to the bone, and your ankle wasn’t screaming with pain, it might have otherwise been quite a pleasant little moment. 

Finally, Iruka spoke with an even and controlled tone. “I think it would be a good idea if you let someone take a look at your ankle. Besides, you can’t bring these to Konohamaru,” he held up one of the fish-shaped waffles between his fingers, “he’ll just come to the Academy tomorrow and tell everyone all about it. Do you want all the other youth to hear about how your taiyaki was soggy?” 

Could this be considered blackmail? You wondered, skeptically eyeing him. Probably not. But he was making a good case, unfortunately. 

“If I go to the clinic now, I can kiss the rest of my day goodbye.” 

Iruka paused, pursing his lips together in a firm line; then he sighed. “I can take a look at your ankle for you.” 

This time, you hesitated. You watched him for a long moment, searching his face for any indicator that he might be just saying that for the sake of being polite; but from where you stood, he appeared nothing if not sincere. While you didn’t entirely love the prospect of letting Iruka see your foot, there was still the matter of your wet clothing. 

You grimaced. “I’m not sure.” 

“At most, it’s probably a sprain. You can ice it for a bit and then I’ll wrap it for you.” He replied, his face remaining calm and even. 

You looked down, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “I’m going to drag mud in.” 

Iruka sighed. “Are you always this stubborn when offered help?” 

You almost laughed. “Unfortunately. Bad habit, I guess.”

“How about this: I’ll help get you back home, that way you can change into something dry and then we can set you up with a temporary fix for your foot.”

Admittedly, that was a better option. The feeling of your pants clinging to your body from the rain was beginning to irritate you greatly, and you were itching to get out of these clothes. “Okay, that’s not a horrible idea.” 

Iruka lifted the corner of his mouth in a half-grin, shifting the umbrella from one hand to the next. “Do you think you can manage if you hold onto me?” 

You shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out.” 

The pair of you only made it to the top of the hill and around the corner before you halted entirely and shook your head. If you lived closer, it may have been feasible, but you still had another eight minutes to go. No chance you’d make it. After another five minutes of arguing, Iruka opted to pull you onto his back. It was decided that it was the easiest option to get you back to your apartment without putting further strain on your ankle, all while keeping you both safe from the rain. 

The short walk back to your home was quiet. Iruka needed to use both hands to hold you steady, leaving you in charge of keeping the umbrella upright and over the both of you. Sometime along the way, you became increasingly aware that you were soaking his clothing with your own — something you felt terribly for. You wanted to apologize for it, but you knew Iruka would shrug it off. Always the gentleman. 

“Here, let me help you.” Iruka knelt down once you were safely concealed inside your apartment. Remnants of your baking clung to the air and the space was still warm. You watched as the man’s fingers worked to undo the straps on your rollerblades; you quickly placed a hand on the wall beside you to steady yourself when he loosened the laces. “Can you step out of them?” 

Albeit painful, you did manage to remove your feet and place them flat on the floor. Iruka placed your rollerblades next to a pair of sneakers you had just to the left of your front door, then stood and immediately began removing his own footwear. 

“Do you own a tensor bandage?” He inquired, placing his jacket on the hook next to the one you had opted to leave at home just twenty short minutes ago. 

“Somewhere in the bathroom,” you pointed to the door across the way. 

Iruka nodded once. “I’ll go look for it. You find something dry to change into.” 

He left you where you stood and made his way across your tiny studio to where the bathroom was. He shut the door behind him, offering you a moment of privacy; it was when the door was closed and you were alone that you finally took a moment to process what was happening. 

Six years ago, you would have simply died to have Iruka hold you close, in any regard. Thankfully, you no longer felt like your tongue was swollen every time he happened to say hello when passing by in the streets. Overtime, the silly school-girl crush dissipated into respect - a mutual respect. You weren’t entirely sure when it happened. Maybe after Konohamaru started at the academy. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, you quickly rummaged through your closet for a pair of clean joggers and a matching sweater. Peeling the rain-soaked jeans from your legs was the least enjoyable part of the process, but one you were grateful for. The flesh of your thighs were so cold it felt as though it was being pricked by thousands of tiny needles. 

By the time Iruka exited out of the bathroom, you were pulling your sweater over your head. He found the tensor bandage and was stretching it out between his hands, his eyes lifting up to meet yours from across the space. “You look more comfortable.” He smiled. 

“I am,” you conceded with a nod and a smile in return, “thank you for getting me home. I’m sure you have better things to be doing with your afternoon.”

Iruka chuckled and shook his head. “No bother at all.” The man appeared sincere, coming to sit down next to you on the tiny loveseat nestled at the foot of your bed. He pursed his lips together tightly and patted his meaty thigh twice. “Alright, let’s take a look.” 

Removing the sock from your foot was the last thing you had wanted to do, but it couldn’t be put off any longer. You gave a quiet sigh, then reached down to slip the material of your sock away from your foot. Iruka helped guide your ankle into place on his leg; he then spent a few moments surveying the tenderness, his fingers gently touching along the swollen area. He kissed his teeth, offering a slight ‘tut’. 

“I think you may need something to help bring the swelling down.” He finally decided.

“I’ve got a bottle of painkillers up there.” You sighed, pointing over to the cabinets above your stove. “There’s also a bag of frozen vegetables in the freezer, could you grab it for me?” 

Iruka was quick to retrieve the items; he filled a small glass with some tap water and made his way back over to the loveseat to sit next to you. He set two tablets into the palm of your hand and watched you throw them into the back of your mouth before he handed you the water to swallow them down. When he was sure you had taken them, he took the glass from your hand and placed it on the table in front of him before gingerly placing the frozen bag of peas over your ankle. 

You couldn’t help but still feel embarrassed. Surely he had better things to do with his Sunday than play caretaker for you. “I’m so sorry.” 

Surprised, Iruka looked over at you. “What are you apologizing for?”

You shrugged once. “This definitely isn’t the best way to spend an afternoon, let alone your Halloween.”

The smile that Iruka flashed at you was warm and comforting. “Trust me, this is more up my alley than going out to celebrate.” 

You rolled your eyes. That felt hard to believe. “What, you don’t go out with Asuma and the others?”

This time, it was Iruka who looked embarrassed. He brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck in a guilty manner, his eyes slipping closed as his cheeks lifted in an innocent smile. “I have a great deal of respect for your brother,” he admitted, “but Jiraiya can certainly be a little enthusiastic. Large gatherings aren’t exactly my idea of a good time.” 

You blinked twice, then snorted. “Are you scared of the jōnin, Iruka?” 

“Absolutely not!”

“Master Jiraiya’s enthusiasm is not a good enough excuse to opt out of Halloween,” you retorted. 

Iruka sighed. “What if I say something stupid?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh again. What a silly thing to be worried about, given that your older brother had his own fair share of stupidity. However, you also knew that Asuma also held most people at arm's length at all times, and so the remainder of the village didn’t have the privilege of knowing the Asuma that your family did. For the most part, he was rough around the edges; most certainly the suffer in silence type. But over the last few years during his budding relationship with Kurenai, another side of him began to make its appearance. Someone softer, more tender. 

“If that’s what you’re worried about, don’t.” You lamented. “People say stupid things when they’re halfway through a bottle of sake.” 

The man next to you seemed to visibly relax. “I suppose you’re right.” 

“Besides, if Master Jiraiya invited you, then you’d ought to be there. I don’t really think anyone in the village turns down a request from one of the Legendary Sannin.”

Iruka seemed to consider this. Admittedly, he would never let it be known that he just simply didn’t care for the antics of the holiday. In his youth, Halloween was the perfect day to plan for. He’d spend hours upon hours pulling together the most elaborate pranks; as responsibility came to the forefront, Iruka found that he spent less and less time giving a second thought about trivial things like holiday celebrations. Not having a family to celebrate with may have also played a part in that. 

“What about you?”

Confused, you replied, “What about me?” 

“Do you have any plans for the evening?” Iruka inquired, quickly followed by: “I mean, apart from trying to deliver moist desserts to a poor unsuspecting child?” 

“To be fair, Konahamaru is expecting them.” You couldn’t help but snicker at his words. He was teasing you, and despite the fact the pair of you had not engaged in a steady conversation in almost four years, Iruka teasing you felt natural. As though he had been doing it his whole life. “But no, no plans. I probably would’ve been home after spending the afternoon with him and spent the evening watching a bad thriller and eating leftovers.” 

“That doesn’t sound like an awful time.” He lied. Did she do this every year? Understandably, bringing sweets to your nephew seemed like a wholesome tradition – returning home like a hermit to indulge in the most basic and mundane of activities? 

Well, Iruka couldn’t really judge. If he had it his way, he would be staying home tonight. Glancing down at your iced ankle, he decided if he was lucky enough, he could maybe weasel his way out of it.

You shrugged. “Not as fun as hanging out with my brother, I suppose.” 

Iruka tensed, lifting his hand to the back of his neck to scratch the area lightly. It was still damp with rain from outside, but he was no longer cold. Actually, he noticed it was quite warm inside your studio. “Can I ask you a favour?” 

“Anything.” It came out embarrassingly fast. You hoped he couldn’t see the heat creeping up your neck. 

He appraised you for a long moment, then shook his head. “Nevermind. I couldn’t ask that of you.”

You decided not to press it any further; truthfully, you were a little annoyed. Now you were curious. What had he wanted to ask you? “I think I should probably wrap it now.” 

Iruka nodded, dutifully tending to your ankle. Using both hands, he gently guided your foot from the table to his lap; he spent time examining the wound closely before unravelling the tensor bandage. He began at the base of your foot, then slowly brought it up in careful motions around your swollen ligament. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he tucked the loose end of the bandage into one of the loops and repositioned the bag of frozen vegetables over your ankle. 

“I appreciate you helping me,” you said after a moment. Admittedly, everything that happened to you up until this point should have had you in tears of frustration — nothing had gone right. Yet, from the moment Iruka joined you outside in the rain to offer you a helping hand, the anger began to melt away. Now, the only thing weighing on your mind was the fact Konohamaru would go his first Halloween in six years without you and your shared desserts. “It’s nice to have a friend.”

It sounded so foreign coming from your mouth, but you were sincere. 

“I won’t keep you any longer.” You said suddenly, feeling silly for not sending him off sooner. “Wouldn’t want to keep Jiriya waiting, would you?” 

Iruka sighed. “I suppose.” He was slow to move, staring down at his hands that rested in his lap for a few moments longer before he turned towards your body. “I have a few hours before I’m expected anywhere, and I think I should make sure you get something to eat first.”

“Iruka, I’m fine.” You assured him. 

The man nodded in agreement, but remained seated. “I hear you, I just think Asuma may think differently of me if I were to head out without making sure you were set for the rest of the evening. What kind of a man would I be if I left you now?” He said it nonchalantly, but there was a heavy insinuation behind his words. 

You sighed, “I highly doubt Asuma would care.”

Iruka looked pointedly at you, “Would Asuma do it?” He asked, waiting patiently for your answer. When you lowered your eyes to the table in front of you, the man next to you chuckled and nodded in satisfaction. Because he was right – Asuma wouldn’t have left anyone’s side without ensuring they had everything they needed. You chalked it up to the way you were raised; your father had been an attentive man, and your brother seemed to be following in his footsteps. “That’s what I thought.” 

Unwilling to argue with him, you accepted defeat and leaned back into the cushions of your sofa. “Fine. If you feel you must,” you grumbled lowly, trying to sound annoyed albeit unsuccessfully – Iruka appeared amused – and folded your arms indignantly across your chest, “what were you thinking?” 

The man simply smiled, pushing himself off the sofa to wander over to the pantry just next to your fridge. He spent a few moments browsing through the various items you had leftover in your fridge and cupboard, compiling a batch of ingredients onto the countertops. 

He paused after a while, a sound of displeasure breaking the silence. “No eggs?” 

Guilty, you sunk lower into the pillows. “I used my last two this morning.” 

Iruka looked over his shoulder to where you sat. He didn’t appear to appreciate that answer, and after shutting the fridge door, he made his way over to where he had left his shoes by your front door. 

“Where are you going?” You asked, embarrassed by how quickly it had come from your lips. 

He looked over to you again, his expression blank as he responded. “Heading to the market, I need eggs.” 

You looked over to where your bag sat at his feet and sat up. “I have some change in the front pocket —”

Iruka held up his hand to stop you. “Nonsense, I’ve got it.”

Iruka looked so out of place standing in the middle of your tiny kitchen. He towered over the top of the fridge, needing to bend considerably in order to investigate its contents. His shoulders and back flexed with every movement; you found yourself mesmerized as he diligently diced the veggies into fine slices, absolutely enamoured with the current visual taking place. Admittedly, you never wanted it to end. For a moment, you allowed yourself to live in delusion. Having Iruka up close and personal like this made you long for something more permanent. 

An hour later, Iruka set down a large bowl overflowing with a heaping pile of steaming deliciousness. “Tantanmen is served!” 

You watched as he sat down across from you, noting the way he left his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and kept the apron around his waist. It was amusing to see Iruka so domestic; you only knew him as a prankster growing up, and in his later years, as a dutiful and dedicated teacher. To see him in any other light was strange, and yet, still refreshing. 

“It looks incredible,” you couldn’t lie even if you wanted to. The scents that now filled your apartment had you practically drooling by the time dinner was ready. 

“I wasn’t sure how much spice you could handle, so I went a little easy on yours.” He admitted, watching you intently as you took the first bite. When you closed your eyes and hummed in delight, his mouth broke open into a wide-toothed grin. 

“It’s delicious.” You claimed, happily digging in for a second bite. “Wish I could cook like this.”

“Asuma doesn’t bother to teach you?” He inquired. 

You shrugged. “When we were younger, sure. But, it’s been sixteen years since our mom died. I can’t imagine he remembers all of her recipes.” 

Iruka hesitated with his next question. “Do you remember much of her? Your mom?” 

“No.” You frowned, pushing the noodles around in the broth. “I was six when she was killed. Most of any memories that I have of her include watching her practice medical ninjutsu, more so when Kushina was pregnant.” 

“That’s right,” Iruka nodded, “I had forgotten Biwako was one of Kushina’s midwives.” 

You sat back, staring down into your bowl of ramen. “Seems like so long ago, when you consider everything.” 

The man pursed his lips, watching you quietly for a moment before he leaned forward onto the table. “Do you ever think about following in her footsteps?” 

You smiled, mostly to yourself. “Sometimes. I’m a fair kunoichi, don’t get me wrong. I’m just not sure if maternal practice is the best suited for me.” 

Iruka nodded. “You mean that you prefer to be in the field.”

You shrugged sheepishly, meeting his gaze. “I blame Asuma for that. Reckless as he is, he may as well have his own team of medical-kunoichi.” You sighed deeply, dropping your eyes. “Not that I’ve been out in a while. Since my old man died, well . . .” you trailed off, chewing on the inside of your cheek. 

“No one thinks any less of you, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I’d like to say I believe you,” you mumbled dryly, “but people treat me differently now that he’s gone. Not bad, but almost like they feel bad for me. Like I need their pity.” 

Iruka folded his arms on the table, “I hardly think anyone pity’s you. You’re a Sarutobi, for God’s sake.”

“Sure feels like it.” Now you just felt silly, pouting at your grown age like this. In front of Iruka, nonetheless. 

The man across from you sighed, unsure of how else he could comfort you. Iruka had watched you train plenty of times; from his classroom at the Academy, he had the perfect view of a few of the training fields that chūnin and jōnin gathered at to practice. He would be lying if he said he didn’t watch Asuma help you work on your hand signals from time to time, or that he found it amusing when you became frustrated.  

“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he said after a while of silence. The softness of his voice surprised you. “I know that living this life can be difficult for most, but I would like to think that your father and mother wouldn’t want you to feel like this. Hiruzen spoke about the will of fire so often, I felt like I needed to make it my personal mission to ignite it within the youth of our village. 

Sometimes I forget about how much will the rest of us harbour. I see it in Asuma everyday. I see it in Kakashi, and even Naruto and Shikamaru. They show up for their teammates and their friends every day, they make the choice to continue to aid the community and village in their own unique ways. Whether that be through completing missions at the benefit of protecting the village, or through enhancing their own strengths with vigorous training. It exists in all of us, and undoubtedly within you, too.” 

Unable to hide the blood that rushed to your cheeks, you looked down into your bowl and moved around the noodles. Iruka was right. Maybe you did need to stop being so hard on yourself. 

The pair of you sat across from each other for at least another hour or two before either of you realized the sun was setting behind the tops of the apartments; the rain had cleared, but the streets remained damp with puddles. A part of you was a little disappointed the afternoon had flown by so quickly. Spending time with Iruka turned out to be incredibly relaxing, and it turned out the two of you had a lot more in common than you previously thought. 

You decided that you liked the way he smiled with his eyes. You liked the way the area around them crinkled whenever he lifted his lips into a grin. His hair was beginning to fall in stray strands from his neatly formed ponytail, and while you didn’t understand the logic, it made him all the more human. Intimate, even. Iruka was always seen pulled together, despite working closely with some of the most rambunctious youth the village had ever seen. Even during his sparring matches, a single hair never fell out of place. 

The broad shouldered man was leaning into the counter as he washed the small batch of dishes you had accumulated throughout the day. You told him to leave them and protested profusely, but he waved you away with a laugh in reassurance.

“Are you going to end up meeting with Asuma and the others?” You asked after a few minutes of silence. 

“Why don’t you come with me?” He asked in return, turning away from the sink. “I’m sure no one would mind.”

You almost laughed in disbelief. “I wasn’t necessarily invited.”

Iruka shrugged nonchalantly. “I fail to see the problem. Like you just said, Asuma’s going.”

You thought about it. Surely you would get some grief about not making it to see Konohamaru, but being able to join your brother and his friends in the festivities. Not that Asuma would truly care — if anything, you were more concerned about how he may react to seeing you in a bandage. Protective as ever, Asuma was. 

“Should I really be walking around just yet?” You wondered, looking down at your ankle with uncertainty.

Iruka wiped his hands on a small towelette, his head tilting to the side as he appraised you for a brief moment. Then, he replied, “If it gets to be too much, I will carry you home.” 

From the definitive look in his gaze, you could tell he was sincere. You felt like you had no other choice but to chalk it up to the simple fact Iruka didn’t want to attend this gathering any more than you did, but a small, miniscule part you really wanted it to be because he enjoyed spending time with you. 

“You’ll carry me all the way back?” 

He nodded once. “And you can always lean on me if you need to take a load off, though, I imagine we will be able to sit.”

We will. It may have been wishful thinking, but you wanted to believe that meant he would stay by your side the rest of the night. Suddenly excited with the prospect of spending the remainder of your evening with him, you finally decided to nod and brace your hands on your knees. 

“Alright. I’ve just got one more favour to ask before we head out anywhere, though.” You admitted sheepishly, looking sideways at him. 

He only chuckled, something that always sounded carefree. “Name it.” 

“I may need help changing into something a little less … casual.” 

This time, it was Iruka who appeared to scramble to hide blush that creeped into his own cheeks. Flustered, he nodded but for the first time, suddenly looked completely frozen.

“Don’t worry,” you giggled, noticing the way he gulped noticeably when you began to unzip your sweater, “I won’t tell Asuma that you had a peek.”