𝘓𝘜𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 - 𝘕𝘈𝘙𝘜𝘛𝘖

enter: yuko kato

disclaimer: ooc iruka, blood, language

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walking into class late was one of the most embarrassing things ever.

it took a lot of courage for her to even grasp the doorknob, let alone turn it. but, the rational part of her knew that she couldn't just stand in the halls for the entirety of class, and that she'd inevitably have to come in at some point.

so, gathering up the minimal courage she had stored up, her pale hands pushed the door open slowly, a long, agonizing creak following after.

/scree/

heads immediately snapped towards her. 

she cringed at the attention, not daring to return the eye contact. her gaze remained on the floor. she heard iruka sigh, before he began to walk towards her, ninja sandals clacking against the polished wooden floors.

before he could even ask why she was late, the academy kids burst into large fits of laughter. iruka shushed them infuriatedly before returning his disappointment-filled glare to the tealette standing before him.

"what happened now, little miss clumsy!? i swear, you come in with new bandages every day! if those came from training, your grades wouldn't be one of the lowest in class, so please explain to me how this happens!" iruka reprimanded her, gritting his teeth. her classmates held in their fits of laughter.

actually, i was busy getting bashed in the head by a fucking sake bottle, you insolent little shit. of course, she didn't dare to say that. iruka's oh-so-poor, sweet, honey-coated, sheltered little heart wouldn't be able to handle the truth before breaking out into ugly little sobs on the floor.

yuko hated iruka. she absolutely loathed him. he didn't even try  to hide his blatant favouritism of people like sasuke or sakura, choosing to ignore nobodies like her. in his world, he believed that intellect=success. 

it seems like the little chunin forgot to do his research, because hashirama senju, the founder of the village, wasn't ever known for being english-smart or math-smart. he wasn't a prodigy. yeah, wood-style and all, but did the villagers still respect him graciously after more than a century's time simply for that? no, they respected him because he was an amazing, wonderful leader who cared for every single one of the inhabitants in his village.

iruka was a fucking joke. honestly, so was the entirety of konoha.

"make three clones." iruka commanded. he didn't really have high hopes for yuko, half-expecting her to screw up.

mumbling out a meek "aight", she began doing the hand seals. when iruka realized they weren't the ones needed to perform the clone jutsu, he was about to reprimand her for forgetting.

that was, until, five water clones splashed into existence. iruka's jaw dropped.

"w-water clones!? where on earth did you learn that!?" he shouted, almost interrogating her. that was a hidden mist technique, why on earth would she know? from some scroll? since when did she have even a sliver of interest in books? from what he'd seen in class, she was always incredibly unproductive and laz-

he heard a splash. stopping his thought process, he looked around.

only to see a puddle where the tealette once was.

outside the academy now, yuko snickered, a dark purple ninja headband in hand, flipping off the academy building goodbye before bolting away. man, the body-flicker really did come in handy at the right time. she had a certain uchiha ghost to thank for that.

yuko hated her fucking life. she really did. of course, she just had to be placed on one of the most chaotic teams ever. 

sakura, a sasuke fangirl.

naruto, the class clown.

last and most definitely least, sasuke, the snot-nosed little bitch of the class. how he was somehow second cousins to a certain uchiha ghost she knew was beyond her.

they were currently the last ones in the room because their teacher decided to be fashionably late.

can someone kill me already?

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short ikik sorry

unedited