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Who: Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka
Status: Active and Closed
Style: Tenses switching (all of it)
Where: Hisato - Kakashi's doorstep
When: Week 1, Day 5, in the evening after this
Rating: PG - 13 / R
Warnings: Mentions of sexual content, sadness, heartbreak

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There was a sycamore tree in the back he once sat under with Iruka. There were fingers in his hair then and a smile on his face with no cloth to cover it. He decided that day that home didn't have to be a place. Because Iruka wasn't a place, but Kakashi never felt more at home than when he looked and saw Iruka smiling back at him. So even when they woke up again and they found the world had changed, that the house which held so many memories had disappeared into thin air, and a new one had been built over the one they shared, Kakashi wasn't too concerned.

Things were complicated between them -- fucked up, even. But Iruka was still there and still smiled at him from time to time. And though those smiles were more careful, and something pressed upon the curve, sometimes something soft and warm shone through. Something which made Kakashi feel a warmth inside his chest that reminded him home was still here, even if it didn't belong to him. He could be outside of it, and watch it, protect it. Being apart was safer than being close.

And maybe in time, he would come home.

Close the door and this time, he would be the one wrapping his arms around Iruka, instead of watching him from a distance. Like earlier tonight when he dropped off a basket of fruit on his back porch. Iruka was stepping out of the onsen, his skin glistening in the moonlight and Kakashi felt a feeling go through him like electricity -- it was one he knew well, because he'd carried it around in his chest for months.

And he thought he could go on carrying it. That maybe, Iruka would wait for him.

Except he didn't.

Iruka's moved on and Kakashi hasn't moved at all.

So when the knocks come they echo in the way that silence echoes, in the way longing does too. It echoes like dead sound echoes against wood that knows no laughter, or love, or what it means to be a home. So it is not a home, this place. And it can never be, because Kakashi sat and watched as his home became another's. The door has closed on him, and he doesn't have a key any longer.