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"Did you like the book I left last time? I thought it was pretty good."

“Haven’t read it.” Comes the short reply, voice cracked, back turned to Iruka.

But, the pages of the book are ruffled, and there’s one that’s dog-eared as a makeshift bookmark.

#irukas

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on iruka's desk, there is left a glossy, ripe red apple, stem adorned with a thin ribbon. (that's what you're supposed to give teachers, right?) attached, a square of paper, marked only with 'M'.

Iruka hated apples. It was a joke between them, how many of the vile, crunchy things Iruka would have to put up with the minute he became a teacher. He remembered Mizuki clapping him on the back, laughing loud, carefree, saying, “You’d better start learnin’ t’lie about it, sensei!”

Every little memory seemed to be some sort of mocking hint in retrospect.

“How did you manage this?” Iruka asked aloud to the empty room. “Even from all the way in your little, isolated cage… you’ve found a way to tease me. But… you remembered today. That is something.”

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this is why no kids liked you

wrong. kids loved me

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irukas replied to your post.

stop bullying the children I have talked with you about this before don’t make me do it again

literally no one asked you iruka

#literally!! goodbye

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"I suppose... In my own little twisted way, I should thank you. I wouldn't be where I am today if you hadn't tried to kill me. In a way, I'm grateful."

       Mizuki offers nothing, at first.

“Are you mocking me?” he finally says, eyes hard. “Don’t thank me, kid. Don’t even come near me.” There’s a lit of bitterness under his words, rough and angry. “Go to hell.”

#i have like 2 mizuki icons please bear with me #seventhstand #also i APOLOGIZE for his potty mouth

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HC | canon divergent :: the shinobi code is strong within mizuki and he knows what he has to do in order to complete the mission. and he thought that in order to protect the greater good he had to slaughter a wounded sheep which got him black-listed.

       That may have been true, once. If things had been different, Mizuki could have well grown up to be a kind, honorable man, an Academy instructor well-known and loved by many. The shinobi code would be something he knew well either way.

     The seeds of his hatred were sown young, however, and by the time he was assigned to the field it was too late to save him. Murder out of cruelty? Likely. Murder out of pity? Maybe. Murder out of necessity? Absolutely-- but his necessity was based in greed and malice alone.

#thank u for these!! #Anonymous

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When Iruka arrives, Mizuki is sitting upright, eyes half open. He's surprised, and the doctor turns, explaining the major points of Mizuki's improvement. "Will he recover?" he asks, and the doctor shakes his head. "Not completely," came the reply, and Iruka nods. Now, he sits beside the bed, staring quietly. Mizuki's hair has grown out; it suits him. "Hey. You're looking better."

         The doctor’s words mean nothing to him, and Iruka’s mean even less. Without even bothering to acknowledge Iruka’s presence, Mizuki slants a gaze down at his hands, eyeing his unmoving fingers with a disgusted curiosity.

                    Even if he had use of his voice, he still would have ignored the words aimed his way. As it is, the proximity makes well-known bitterness crawl over his skin. In lieu of an answer, he does nothing, lips thinning as he stares resolutely ahead.

#consider this: fuck u #irukas

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irukas:

“Settle down, would you? It’s only for a little while. If you cause a scene, I’ll alert the ANBU of your escape right now.” Iruka gives Mizuki a light shove towards the grocery doors. “I need… milk, eggs, and rice. And then—to the Namiashi Bakery. Oh, but—…maybe you shouldn’t show your face around there. Mama Namiashi is still angry with you.”

    Considers this. Grocery shopping is only marginally better than dealing with ANBU. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fucked me over,” he growls,  clutching the bag to his chest. “Are you-- what, are you gonna make me go in there by myself? What-- I don’t want to go to the bakery, either!”

#irukas #sulks #eats the cake anyways

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irukas:

“Yeah, I am. But the prison’s a while away, and I’ve still got shopping to do, so you’ll just have to come with me until I’m finished. Hold this bag. We’re going to the grocery now.”

     “Hey-- wait, fuck no, I don’t wanna hold this! I’m a dangerous criminal, y’know, I can’t be trusted to carry groceries.” Waves the bag menacingly.

#thats fine #will u buy my ice cream for me tho #irukas

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irukas:

“…they’re looking for you, aren’t they? I can’t let you wander about on your own. You could get in serious trouble for this, Mizuki.”

       “Maybe---- oh, shove it. How much more trouble could I possibly get in, huh? Are you gonna valiantly return me to justice?”

#ok but can we get ice cream afterwards #irukas

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irukas:

“What are you doing outside? Where are your guards?”

      “Enjoying the weather.” A dismissive wave. “Elsewhere. Don’t worry about it so much, yeah? You might blow a fuse.”

#irukas #disgusting

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irukas:

“Stop being such a creep.”

   “--who, me? I’m just standin’ here. What’s your damage?”

#u r so lucky i love u tbh

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#irukas

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Send me a ≡ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly hugging them very tightly.

 He stilled, inhaling once and holding the breath. Behind him, he could hear both Genma and Raidou step forward on instinct, and he raised a hand; they stopped, but lingered at their new, closer position. Iruka could hear the guard outside the hospital door turn, glance in, and, upon deciding that this wasn’t a behavioral situation, resumed his position. 

"What do you want from me, Mizuki?" he asked. It came out in a quiet murmur, whispered just beside Mizuki’s ear. The hug, sudden and unexpected as it was, was tight and warm and conveyed an odd sensation of regret that Iruka surely didn’t think Mizuki capable of at this point. It was only there an instant. "It’s not easy to fix things. Not anymore. It’s gone on for too long, hasn’t it?"

When he raised his palm and brought his hand to Mizuki’s back, it wasn’t out of affection. If Mizuki had lifted his head from where it rested on Iruka’s shoulder, he’d have seen a tired, pitying expression on Iruka’s face. “Oh, Mizuki,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “You’ve fallen so low. Did you really think that it would be so easy to fly?” 

#sometimes i cry

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Nods sagely. what an improvement.

Hey buddy, who asked you? No one. No one asked you.

#sonofwhitefang #go back to crying over your dead friends #asshole

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"You’re on probation," he corrected. "It’ll be fine. Hey— have you been taking your medicines daily? Are you feeling any better? We could spar together, if you’d like."

    "Well, sure." His amused expression curdled. "But that doesn't stop people from wantin' me six feet under." Mizuki made an affronted noise, waving a hand in his face. "Yes, mom. I'm doing great. And no, I don't really feel like getting my ass beaten again."

#irukas

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//ah shit, i’m infected.

#raidounamiashi #all according to plan