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008. Dolls.
He didn't sparkle and wear spandex while he did it, but Kakashi prided himself on being coordinated.
Of course, that didn't mean it was easy breaking into Umino Iruka's apartment. Especially while his arms were occupied with a less-than-sober, decidedly-wriggly Umino Iruka.
But he managed it... which left him where he was.
Iruka was sprawled out on the couch before him. This couch was a calming green color, and soft without being cushy. He knew from experience that dozing on it was like dozing in spring grass.
It was a tempting couch.
But Iruka, laid out on the couch as he was, blushing heavily, brown eyes gleaming, was equally tempting. Maybe a little more.
"Kashhhiii," he whined, "Pleeeease?"
Definitely more tempting than the couch.
"You'd kill me in the morning," he protested.
Iruka snorted in disbelief, shaking his head.
"Nu-uh."
Kakashi crossed his arms, fixing the teacher with a what he could only hope was his best 'I'm not going to argue with a man who's ready to engage in a nu-uh yuh-huh argument' stare. Iruka scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. Kakashi sighed pulled off the sensei's shoes before joining him on the couch. Iruka perked up, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Kakashi frowned.
"No."
"Frigid," Iruka muttered.
Irony, Kakashi decided, was overrated.
"Surely there's something else you'd like to do?"
"Dolls."
"You want to do... dolls?"
"No, s-silly," he hiccuped, "I wanna show you!"
He lurched unsteadily from the couch, tugging Kakashi with him. The two stumbled into Iruka's room, where the sensei immediately dropped down to all fours and dug around under his bed, backside wiggling comically in the air and mumbling under his breath about dust and how he'd make the bunnies die. Kakashi decided it was best not to linger on that last part, and let himself enjoy the view.
And what a view it was.
"Aha!"
Iruka stood on his knees, clutching something to his chest.
"Kakashi, c'mere," he whispered.
"If I come over there, do I have to whisper too?"
"Yes."
With a shrug almost feline in its laziness, Kakashi walked over and crouched down beside Iruka. The sensei grinned at him conspiratorially.
"Kakashi," he whispered, "This is Orca."
Kakashi squinted one grey eye.
"What a clever name for a stuffed whale."
"Don't be rude."
"I apologize."
Iruka smiled, then pushed the doll into Kakashi's hands.
"You know, he grants wishes. But only one. Only once. I still haven't made mine."
He turned to Kakashi almost shyly.
"Do you want to wish on Orca?"
Kakashi stared into those brown eyes and felt his thought process slow to the speed of syrup.
"You can wish for anything," he continued, squeezing the stuffed whale and looking to the side, a blush staining his skin.
Kakashi touched the whale, then let his fingers slip around Iruka's, suddenly feeling less sober than the flushed sensei before him.
"No, Iruka, love," he whispered, "I don't need to make any wishes today."