Iruka Umino had been both refreshed and relieved to step out of the shower, a loose robe around his mostly bare body, damp hair falling over his shoulders as he relished in the smell of his lavender soap and shampoo.
Keywords; had been.
The content that he'd been feeling was immediately thrown out the window when he heard a knock on his door. It was past midnight at least, and the only reason he wasn't already asleep was that he'd been grading papers, hence why he'd also showered so late. He wasn't even sure of exactly what time it was. Surely, whoever was there was someone who knew him.
With a sigh, he walked from his hallway to his living room, and then to the front door, holding his robe close to his body to make sure that it didn't come open due to its somewhat unsecured tie as he unlocked and opened his front door.
"Kakashi... It's late," Iruka frowned at the sight of the Jonin, who'd pulled his mask down the second the brunette had opened the door. He appeared to be distraught about something, expression clearly conflicted as he struggled to meet Iruka's gaze, tension rolling off of him in dark waves. Though it was late, Iruka found himself opening the door all the way and stepping to the side to allow Kakashi into his apartment. "Come on in."
Silently, Kakashi did come in, Iruka closing the door behind them, not even relatively prepared for what would come after.
The second the door clicked shut, Iruka froze at the feeling of Kakashi's lips being slammed against his in a manner that was uncharacteristically rough and sloppy for the older man. He didn't object, only tilting his head to the side to accommodate as Kakashi's rough hands moved to his shoulders, pushing his robe down to reveal his sunkissed skin. Iruka shuddered at Kakashi's cold skin against his, and his robe slipped further down, revealing most of his chest and hanging loosely around the crook between his forearms and inner elbows.
"I'm sorry," Kakashi spoke between kisses, his pace fervent as he pushed Iruka up against the living room wall, lips trailing down to the brunette's neck. Iruka sighed and tilted his head back, wrapping his arms around Kakashi's neck to pull him closer. "I've been busy. I'll make it up to you, yeah?" Kakashi's hands were resting on his biceps, and despite all of the questions Iruka had, he could only offer a hurried nod.
Busy? Iruka wasn't sure if he believed that. It had been a good three or four weeks since he'd seen Kakashi, and though he'd tried a few times to stop by the older man's apartment a couple of times or (un)coincidentally run into him at the mission desk, it hadn't worked. Obviously, Kakashi hadn't made any effort to contact him, and Iruka would be surprised if the Jonin hadn't been actively avoiding him.
Still, he didn't dare mention it when Kakashi's face was in his neck like that, kissing from the soft skin from his jugular, up to the shell of his ear, which the silver-haired man nipped at with his teeth as he pushed Iruka's further back against the wall.
Almost like he'd realized something, Kakashi pulled back.
"Kakashi?" Iruka questioned, tilting his head and reaching forward, about to pull Kakashi back into his arms for a hug and ask what the hell was going on so he could get some answers and help with whatever was bothering the older man, but of course, Kakashi shook his head.
"Stay there."
Doing as told, Iruka leaned back against the wall and watched in awe as Kakashi went through the motions. Kicking his shoes off and landing them across the room so hard that they slammed against the wall opposite to them was something that Iruka normally would've scolded Kakashi for, but the brunette found that he could barely bring himself to swallow and breathe, let alone speak as Kakashi took off the mask that had been hanging loosely around his neck, as well as his shirt, throwing them to the ground with a huff. Iruka briefly dwelled on the fact that the silver-haired man hadn't even bothered with his forehead protector and vest like he usually did.
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I Like You (Kakashi Hatake x Iruka Umino)
FanficIn which Iruka Umino refuses to admit that he has a crush on Kakashi Hatake despite the fact that he sleeps in the older man's bed almost every other night and thinks about him when he sees a cat in a tree. Alternatively, in which Kakashi Hatake ref...