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Wednesday night, a few minutes later.
“What are you doing?”
“I, well, uh… waiting.”
“For what?” Iruka said with a flat look, “You are soaked and still standing in the middle of my hall dripping. Idiot. Bigger than Naruto.”
“Pff, I am-“
“Kakashi, shut up.” The chuunin cut him off and moved close, roughly tugging his kimono off of him. He touched the jounin’s hips with warm fingers, and the man shivered as his uniform was pulled off as well, a soft caress running up stomach and chest as he was touched accidentally here and there. “Shit, you are shivering already. Take something hot, I just had a bath, but there should be enough warm water, you know I only have a boiler. I’ll wash your clothes.”
“Uh, I-“
“Less talking, more bathing. If possible, before you die of pneumonia.”
And like that, the chuunin was gone again, and Kakashi stumbled into the bathroom.
Such a small thing, he thought as he looked around. And so Iruka-scented. (The jounin shook his head.) There was still some water in the tub that was from wall to wall, large enough for one man of his size to stretch out in - the other must have taken a shower first though, because the bath didn’t hold any trace of filth. The copy nin dipped a hand in. Yes, it was warm.
He decided that he was most definitely lazy enough to just throw his hakama on the floor, and get in.
Besides, what if there wasn’t any warm water left? It was just a precaution, and-
“Ah…”
Kakashi swore he melted as the water surrounded him, shivering as he was enveloped by it… it felt so good after being so coldly wet, chilled down to his bones…
Minutes passed, with the jounin just sitting in the tub, mind a complete blank, the small sounds Iruka was making somewhere, so far away just an echo in his ears-
“Kakashi.”
"Hmm...?"
The jounin opened an eye, and saw the tanned man, now in a yukata, sit down on the side of the tub. His hakama was still on the floor, wet, and... well, thank goodness, it was still there, that Koibumi was in its hidden pocket! What would have happened if Iruka found...? He would have died of embarrassment, right then and there in the tub...
"I...Ibiki wants you in the Sitting Room at four in the morning."
"Oh."
"... hmm."
The sensei continued staring at the floor, like he has been ever since he sat down, his shoulders slumped, his hands between his thighs, his brown hair falling into the tired face, tangled and dull.
"Iruka?"
"Hai...?" The chuunin looked up, sad.
Kakashi sat up, and elbowed the side of the tub, tilting and jerking his head in the process of getting wet white hair out of his eyes.
"Don't listen to them. You are fine as you are."
He looked back at the floor.
"Who am I kidding?" He said, sour. "I'm nothing but a chuunin, and a teacher at that! Everything they said..."
"Hey. Stop that."
"... right. Sorry."
"..."
"Kakashi...?"
"... yes?"
"My fridge is empty."
"..."
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