Crush
“Kakashi, for fuck’s sake, it’s your turn,” Asuma growled around his cigarette, holding out the report as they stood in the hallway outside the mission office. “It was your turn the last ten turns. You ain’t squirrelin’ outta this shit again.”
“I need to go water my plants,” Kakashi said, slithering away from the others as he tried to make a quick getaway. Genma stepped to the side, blocking his path.
“Come on, man. That cute Chunin with the ponytail is at the desk. You know, the one you have a crush on?”
Kakashi froze in the act of levering the nearby window open, snapping around to give Genma a look of pure outrage.
“Excuse me?”
“You. Chunin. Crush,” Genma repeated slowly.
“What am I, fucking five?” Kakashi narrowed his visible eye. “I’m a grown-ass man who kills people for a living. I’m feared throughout all the nations as Sharingan Kakashi. I’m a fucking legend. I don’t get crushes.” He paused. “And even if I did have one on him, how would you even know?” Genma shrugged.
“Cuz you’re always walking into walls and shit whenever you’re near him.”
“I do NOT-” Kakashi began, then promptly kicked over the wastebin next to the door, scattering trash all over the floor. Literally everyone in the mission room snapped around and stared at him accusingly.
Even the Chunin. Who was, admittedly, very cute.
“You’d better clean that up,” he said, his tone that of a disapproving teacher about to mete out punishment to an unruly student.
Okay he wasn’t that cute.
…Godammit yes he was.
Kakashi hurriedly shoved all the trash back into the bin, slapped Asuma in the face with the report, and bolted out the window.
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It kept happening.
Kakashi was just minding his own business, buying groceries at the local market (because even trained killers needed to eat) when he saw the Chunin fondling some melons, and suddenly the pyramid of eggplants he’d been perusing had collapsed, a wave of them tumbling down and rolling all over the floor in a vegetable tsunami. The store manager started shouting and Kakashi decided he’d just order takeout as he slipped out the back exit.
At the laundromat, he caught sight of the Chunin folding his tighty-whiteys and somehow mismeasured the appropriate amount of laundry soap, resulting in the washing machine foaming itself to death like a rabid dog. Kakashi had to put it down with a Chidori and then escape through a window amidst the ensuing chaos.
He knocked down an entire shelf at the library when he saw the other man bending over to reach a low book. He quickly teleported out of there before the man could turn around and see him standing ankle-deep in porn.
Late one night, he was leaping along the rooftops and spotted the Chunin at an outdoor restaurant, seated at a table with friends, head thrown back in raucous laughter. Kakashi sailed through the air, eyes glued to the sight, so he didn’t see the billboard until it was too late.
It couldn’t go on like this.
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“Okay you might have a point,” Kakashi said. Genma gave a snort.
“Of course I do.”
“I don’t even know his name-”
“Iruka.”
“Iruka? Oh GOD, even his name is fucking adorable.” Kakashi covered his face with his hands and took a deep, calming breath. “…Who else knows?”
“Everyone, Kakashi,” Genma said flatly. “Everyone knows. Even the Hokage knows.”
“Alright then.” Kakashi straightened with a determined air. “It seems pretty obvious what I need to do.” Genma stared at him for a long moment, chewing on his senbon.
“…Actually talk to the man and have a heartful confession about your true feelings?”
“Fuck no. Avoid him for the rest of my life.”
“Oh thank God I thought you were gonna say ‘kill him’.”
“Maybe I should start avoiding you, too.” Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “My plan will work, just you wait. I’m not called a genius for nothing.”
---
“Kakashi, meet your new mission partner,” the Sandaime said, standing in the doorway of his office and patting Iruka proudly on the shoulder.
Kakashi nearly spit out his tea. Through his mask.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he choked out. This mission debriefing had gone to shit, and he’d been sitting there all of five seconds. The Sandaime frowned at him, wrinkles deepening with displeasure.
“I will not have you looking down on young Iruka here simply because he’s a Chunin,” he said firmly, taking a seat at his desk. “What he lacks in experience he more than makes up with sheer determination. He will be a great asset for this two-man mission and I hand-picked him for exactly that reason.”
“Understood,” Kakashi said, switching to mission mode in the vain attempt it would help distract from the overwhelming presence of the other man. It didn’t. Iruka took a seat right next to him, their thighs so close Kakashi could almost feel his body heat. He pushed his chair away a few inches for some breathing room and knocked over a potted plant.
“You two will be travelling deep into the Forest of Death,” the Hokage explained. Kakashi hid a wince. The Forest of Death has worsened over the years, rotting from the inside like a fruit gone bad. It had devolved into a festering jungle filled with mutated beasts that would messily devour their bodies and environmental hazards that would devour their chakra. But as long as they were careful-
Iruka crossed his legs and Kakashi bumped a pile of papers off the Hokage’s desk.
Yeah, they were in trouble.
“Your mission consists of two parts,” the Hokage went on. “The first is to reach these coordinates.” He handed the pair a scrap of paper with a set of numbers scribbled on it. “The second part is in this.” He held out a small, innocuous scroll. “It contains special instructions, only to be read once you’ve reached the site. Not before. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Kakashi said with grim resignation as he accepted the scroll and tucked it safely away. He just needed to get through this mission as fast as humanly possible, then he could go back to smothering his emotions under a metaphorical pillow. It would just be a few hours. He could DO this.
“I’m looking forward to working with you,” Iruka said, giving him a dazzling smile.
Kakashi spilled his cup of tea all over his lap.
…It was going to be a long mission.
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The trek through the Forest of Death lived up to its name. It was a long, arduous journey through the dark, twisted woods, fraught with danger at every turn. Kakashi was on edge, painfully aware that, with one misstep, nearly everything in the jungle, plant and animal included, was capable of killing him at a moment’s notice.
That is, if Iruka didn’t kill him first.
Kakashi fell on an anthill and suffered a dozen venomous stings when the man decided to adjust his ponytail.
He walked into a tree and was nearly strangled by sentient vines when Iruka wiped his mouth after taking a drink from his canteen.
Kakashi tripped onto a patch of brambles which started actively draining his blood when Iruka raised an arm to wipe his brow and his shirt rode up.
And that was only in the first hour.
Iruka himself was an ideal companion. He followed Kakashi’s lead without question, trusting his judgement and experience with nothing but polite obedience, even attempting to start up a conversation once or twice. After Kakashi bit his tongue trying to reply, he took to ignoring the other man, who quickly caught on and fell into a sullen silence.
I can’t take much more of this, Kakashi thought to himself darkly as he slogged through the mud hours later. Every inch of his body ached, multiple wounds stinging and burning. Or maybe that was just the leeches. Konoha’s about to have a Missing-Nin if we don’t get there soon-
“I think…I think we’ve arrived,” Iruka cut in, checking his compass and studying his map. “Yes, these should be the correct coordinates. We’re here.”
Thank fuck. The nightmare was nearly over. Kakashi slipped the scroll out of his pocket and unrolled it. The orders contained within were rather short and simple. A single sentence. Four words, actually.
Ask him out already.
Kakashi stared at the message for a full ten seconds, then promptly set it alight with a Katon.
"What the fuck!” Iruka cried.
“Meant for my eyes only.” Kakashi stamped on the ashes, grinding them into the dirt. “I was to burn it after reading to leave no evidence.”
“Oh, well, I guess that means it’s my turn to read this one,” Iruka said, pulling out a second scroll from his pack. Kakashi hurriedly snatched it away and ripped it open, scanning the contents.
Pussy.
Kakashi burned that one, too.
“Seriously, what the fuck!” Iruka cried louder.
“Mission’s done, we’re heading home,” Kakashi stated, then turned and took a step.
And promptly sank up to his thigh in the suddenly soupy ground.
…Oh fuck.
“Don’t move!” Iruka shouted in warning. “It’s quicksand.”
“No shit,” Kakashi snapped out, then quickly shut up as he sank to his waist. He went perfectly still, arms out to keep himself afloat in case he sank further. “Calm down, I’m fine.” He closed his eyes, concentrating as he released a flare of chakra to push him free of the mire. The quicksand quickly gobbled up. “…Okay, maybe panic a little, I’m not fine.” The quicksand seemed to have developed a taste, and was now steadily devouring his chakra with a voracious appetite. “Okay, panic a lot. It’s draining my chakra.”
“Damn, hold on.” Iruka started rifling through his pack and pulled out a coil of rope. “Here, we’ll use this to get you out- actually wait, I think you’re close enough for me to reach out and grab you. Quick, give me your hand-”
Iruka stuck out his hand. Kakashi’s stomach did a little flip.
“Fuck no, I’m not touching you. Throw the rope.”
“What is your problem with me?” Iruka demanded. “I hardly know you and you already hate me.”
“I do not hate you,” Kakashi ground out through gritted teeth. “Throw the damn rope.”
“Not until you tell me what your deal is.”
“There is no deal.”
“Bullshit! You’ve been cold and distant this entire time. You’ve barely spoken a single word to me in hours. The fuck did I DO?”
“Nothing. Throw. The ROPE.”
“Tell me why you’re being such an asshole to me!”
“Because I fucking LIKE you, okay?!” Kakashi finally exploded. The background noise of the forest fell silent at the sudden outburst. Iruka just stared at him.
“…What?”
Kakashi tried to stem the flow of words, but they all came spewing out in a rush like verbal diarrhea.
“I keep walking into walls and knocking over shit and it’s all because of YOU and your dumb FACE and perky ponytail and that fucking dorky way you tuck in your pants-”
“What’s wrong with the way I tuck in my pants-”
“-because I have a stupid fucking CRUSH on you!!”
“God, what are you, five?!” Iruka shouted back. “Why can’t you just say you wanna fuck me like an adult?”
Kakashi gaped at him, flabbergasted.
“ExCUSE me?”
“Admit it. You want me.” Iruka crossed his arms, looking him up and down. “I don’t really get why, though. I’m always yelling at you in the mission room. You got some sort of humiliation kink?”
“Okay, you know what, you can just leave me here-”
“Don’t act like you’re not a pervert,” Iruka snorted. “I’ve seen the kind of shit you read.”
“That’s not the same!! It’s a book, not real life!” Kakashi argued. “Just because I read it doesn’t mean- I would never- look, my dad taught me to be a gentleman, alright?!”
Iruka studied him for a long moment, then tossed him the rope. Kakashi sighed in relief and grabbed it.
“…So we’re not gonna screw after I pull you out?” Iruka asked teasingly. “Not even get a bit handsy? Make out a little?”
“Of course not!” Kakashi squeaked out. “What kind of guy do you think I am?!”
Iruka broke into a huge grin.
“Oh my God, you’re adorable.”
Kakashi let go of the rope.
“Hey!” Iruka hurriedly reeled in the rope, then tossed it out again. It slapped Kakashi square between the eyes, but he didn’t even flinch. “Kakashi. Please take the rope. I don’t wanna have to file the paperwork. There’s, like, ten different forms.” He still didn’t move. “Please.” He just glared. “…Take the rope or I start taking my clothes off.”
Kakashi seized the rope in a death grip and didn’t let go until he was back on solid ground, chakra-depleted but alive. His legs were a bit shaky as he stood, and he was covered in thick, viscous mud from feet to armpits, not to mention the squelching noises every time he took a step.
“Okay, honestly, I’m a little insulted you grabbed on so fast,” Iruka said. “Are you sure you have a crush on me?”
“Will you stop talking about-” Kakashi went to pick up his canteen and accidently punted it into the quicksand. “MotherFUCK-”
“Yeah, okay, I see it now.”
“Look,” Kakashi said wearily, almost dragging a hand down his face before remembering it was coated in mud, “I just want to forget this whole mission ever happened, alright?” Iruka gave him a mischievous smirk.
“You sure you don’t wanna just bone?”
“Bone? BONNNNE?!” Kakashi repeated incredulously. “In a monster-infested jungle?”
“But I brought protection,” Iruka said, then held up a kunai. Kakashi refused to laugh, even though it was funny.
“Forget it,” he snapped. “A mosquito will probably fly up my dick and make it rot off.”
“Don’t worry, I’d suck it out.”
“Okay we are LEAVING-”
“Wanna hold hands while we walk?”
“Correction, I am LEAVING-”
"I’m serious, actually,” Iruka said, holding out his hand invitingly. Kakashi froze, staring at the proffered appendage like it was a bear-trap ready to spring. His stomach did another flip. “Come on, please? I don’t bite.”
Kakashi knew Iruka was just teasing, poking at the embarrassed Jounin with a stick to get a laugh.
Fine. Two could play at that game.
He reached out and took Iruka’s hand, their fingers twining together like old friends.
“…Unless you ask me nicely.”
Kakashi tried to yank his hand away but Iruka refused to let go, so he just reeled him in like a prize catch. Their chests bumped together, and he caught a whiff of the other man, a deep, woodsy scent that sent a shiver down his spine. He froze again as Iruka looked up at him, studying him with those big brown eyes that were not nearly as innocent as they looked.
“You know,” Iruka purred, leaning in even closer, “if you asked me right now…I might say yes.”
Kakashi gulped, throat suddenly dry. He wavered for a moment, uncertainty twisting his guts, then gathered his courage and barged forward.
“Umino Iruka,” he said tremulously, “would…you like…to go out with me sometime?”
Iruka gave him a blank stare.
“…Yeah that’s totally what I meant.”
“Oh my GOD-” Kakshi started to walk away.
“I’m kidding.” Iruka pulled him back, laughing. “Honestly, I’ve had worse first dates.” He looked at Kakashi and cocked his head appraisingly, a gentle smile chasing away the devilish one. “You’re very sweet. It’s refreshing, really. I’m so used to dudes just jumping straight to sex. It’s nice to meet a guy who actually wants to get to know me.”
Kakashi’s cheeks burned beneath his mask. Because it was true. He did want to get to know Iruka, and now he had the prime opportunity. Everything had already been laid bare, all the embarrassing bits hung out to dry. It’s not like it could get any worse.
“Now, let’s get you outta those muddy clothes.”
On second thought, maybe it could.
-End-
Written for @kakairu-rocks KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, Day 3 Prompts: Crushes and Idiots in Love.
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