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hello @animetrashmuffin, here is your request! <3 I hope this is fine, I cramped in a lot to keep the 2k word limit going and so we go through a lot of backstory very fast! I hope you like it anyway. Thank you for all your amazing horny Kakashi art, very appreciated.

Modern Au

Hatake Kakashi / Umino Iruka

Rated M for crude language.

2297 words.

Usually, Kakashi is not interested in normal people living a normal uneventful life, they are mostly boring and not worth his time. That is until he meets Umino Iruka.

There weren’t many things in life that made Kakashi feel embarrassed. When he was five years old and had accidentally peed his pants in front of his father he hadn’t felt embarrassed. When he had been twelve and he had not been able to keep his mouth shut about his crush on his best friend, he had not been embarrassed. When he was nineteen and his first tattoo turned out misspelt and backwards, he’d carried it like a badge of honour. You couldn’t make it to the top of a gang such as the ANBU if you were embarrassed easily. So he just rarely was.

But today, this moment, this hour and minute, he felt more embarrassed than he’d ever felt in his life. Just standing here in the brooding sun in his black leather jacket waiting for something made his skin crawl inside out in a way that made him want to shed it. That he was even here was already so beneath his dignity and if Obito had seen him or anyone else in their group they would have thought he was nothing but a hologram. What was he doing here in this fancy neighbourhood looking straight up photoshopped into the landscape.

Two weeks ago he’d probably shot himself before hanging around here, at a school of all places, especially in this fancy district of Konoha. That fact only heightened his embarrassment at the entire situation. But two weeks ago was before he had met Umino Iruka, before everything had somehow started going upside down.

Iruka was a teacher here, at the school Kakashi was now camping in front of like a creep pervert or axe murderer, and two weeks ago by chance, they’d both run into each other. Rather, they met in a bar in the evening. Kakashi had just been there to pick something up, a deal with some other gang somewhere here in this uptown place that he never personally hung around in, and Iruka had sat on a stool in front of the barkeeper and somehow, for some reason, Kakashi had been compelled to stay there.

He had not been scared of Kakashi’s looks or his tattoos or his more crude way of speaking. He’d actually been intrigued to hear about his turbulent life. About growing up without parents and pushing your way through life with only jobs here and there to keep himself afloat. It’s how Kakashi had ended up in a gang in the first place, in a way at least, since he had no money for anything else. Iruka in turn had the most sanitary life. He too was an orphan, but he’d worked hard for an education and was now a teacher.

Normally Kakashi would have dismissed someone like Iruka instantly, waved goodbye and moved on. He wasn’t interested in women or men that were boring and had nothing to offer to him, usually at least. But he stayed until the early mornings in the bar talking to Iruka, looking over every inch of his face, the scar on his nose, the brown hair in a braid over his head and then, which was arguably worse, left alone to go to sleep. He didn’t even take Iruka back home or go home with him. A waste, really, to talk to someone for so long and not even get anything out of it.

That could have been the end of it, or would have been if Kakashi’s mind hadn’t spent all of the next day going back to that man. It didn’t matter that he had things to do and tasks to fulfil, his mind was occupied by soft voices and brown eyes. He wanted to see him again, get more of a taste of the man that he didn’t get before, take him home this time as he couldn’t last time and so, despite it all, he went back to that bar in the vain hope that the teacher was there again. To his surprise and delight- he was.

Iruka was not scared to ride on Kakashi’s bike, he was not scared entering a part of town that was not as upper class as he was, in fact, he did not seem bothered by Kakashi’s lifestyle at all. When they tumbled hopelessly through the hallway and into the bedroom it was as if they weren’t so different at all. Kakashi would have never thought he’d have a taste for someone so relatively normal, but once he had the taste he could not get enough of it.

This was pretty much how they operated for ten days after that. They met in the evenings at the bar and Kakashi took Iruka home. They’d just be together, often with very little clothing. Iruka was very good looking when his hair was down and hanging long into his face and his hands were soft, tracing each tattoo on Kakashi’s skin with careful fingers to ask him why and when he had gotten them.

On the other hand Kakashi was fascinated by Iruka’s stories about his school children. It warmed his heart how passionate Iruka was about all of them, especially one boy, who was an orphan like them. “If only I would have had teachers like this when I grew up”, Kakashi casually mentioned one time. “Maybe I hadn’t turned out to be…” He gestured to his own face.

“I think you’ve turned out just fine given the circumstances.” Iruka smiled, his eyes looking out Kakashi’s large bedroom window. Watching him from the side like this, with the light of the city at night illuminating his face, Kakashi could feel his heart leap for the first time. He instantly knew this was a very bad sign.

Everything developed so fast between them that Kakashi didn’t notice how much he left his work by the wayside until his right hand man, Obito, pulled him to the side one day. “You’re distracted,” Obito noted. “I don’t know what it is that you are doing, but you should pull yourself together.” Kakashi agreed, of course he did, what else was he supposed to do, but at night he once again went to pick Iruka up and the story continued.

At least until three days ago, when it came to a quick, painful end. He’d rarely been with Iruka in public, mostly because they’d spent most of their time in his apartment, but finally Iruka suggested going outside. All of Kakashi’s assurances that it was dangerous on the street didn’t scare Iruka either. He just smiled and said “You will protect me I am sure of that” which once again reminded Kakashi that there was something so abnormally normal about this teacher that he almost felt compelled to force him to stay in the bedroom with him.

So they took an evening stroll and Iruka held on to Kakashi's arm. They weren’t holding hands, not like that, just clinging to each other as if it was too cold to walk apart. People on the street clearly feared Kakashi, when Iruka pointed it out Kakashi was not embarrassed to admit having a reputation. It was odd really, the more Kakashi revealed of himself the more Iruka seemed to like him. The danger and the conflict didn’t scare him, nothing did.

That was when they ran into Obito and Tenzo, both high ranking members of ANBU, just hanging out together at one corner. They’d both been doing a job earlier today, getting some illegal papers from some guy who was paying for them, a job Kakashi had given both of them. He cursed himself as he saw them look at him, he should have gone a different route. Obito’s eyebrows had disappeared high behind his black hair. “Is that the reason you can’t do your tasks correctly anymore, huh, Kakashi?” He never called him boss, they’d known each other too long for that. “You have a boyfriend now?”

Kakashi, as if stung by a bee, had let go of Iruka as if he was disgusted with him and moved a step to the side. “Of course not”, he had said. “This is nothing but an evening fuck for me, really.” He was scrambling. It had taken him a while to gain the trust of this neighbourhood and while he liked Iruka a lot (more than he would have wanted to like him), the fear of losing everything he had built for himself was too great.

Obviously Iruka didn’t take kindly to being referred to as “this” and “an evening fuck.” He took a step back himself: “Really?! Is that what you think?” Naturally, it was not what Kakashi thought, but he did not feel like he had a choice. He put his head back into his neck and laughed a loud, cruel laugh in reply: “Wait did you think this is some romance type shit?”

The sad and hurt look on Iruka's face when he turned to go, alone, even though it was late and possibly dangerous, would never leave Kakashi as long as he lived, he knew that.

A day or two or three passed in which Kakashi did not dare go back to the bar. He did find himself taking a very long route past the elementary school Iruka worked in, but could not see anything. It was not like he could do anything about it, they’d barely known each other for two weeks, this was not a long lost romance or something, it was just sex. Kakashi could get it anywhere if he wanted.

His thoughts would not quiet down, though. Once he realised he had started falling, he was already falling too hard to ever get out. He dreamed of Iruka at night, about having his hands touch him again, about going through his hair again and kissing those lips just once more. He didn’t get better in the separation from Iruka, on the contrary, Kakashi started getting even more sloppy during tasks.

“Just apologise,” Tenzo said one day, cutting a wooden figurine with his sharpest knife as he did when he needed to get his hands to work. “Clearly you were lying to us when you said it was nothing.” And when Kakashi didn’t reply immediately he added: “It’s no big deal really. It’s just not like we thought you’d go for such an uptowner.” Neither did Kakashi.

So here he was, bike parked in front of an elementary school, out of depth with the wrong clothes and the wrong feelings, embarrassed out of his mind for the first time in his life, waiting for Iruka to finish work. Eventually he had to come out, Kakashi thought. He had already been waiting for about two or so hours and many children had since come out, but Iruka was still missing. Kakashi stayed firm, even if the constant stares from parents arriving really put him out. This was worse than meeting a rival gang for a fist fight. Human stares pierced you without drawing blood and stuck in you no matter how much you tried to shake them off.

Finally, another half hour later, Iruka emerged. Kakashi could see him immediately by the brown braid over his head. He could see Kakashi too, at least Kakashi was sure that he saw brown eyes flicker over, but he turned his head and walked on as if he hadn’t. Kakashi left his bike behind and jogged behind the teacher. “Iruka”, he said a little loud and when the other did not turn around, he repeated. “Iruka!”

“What?!” Iruka’s words came out like a snake hiss. “Are you stalking me now?”

Kakashi stopped in his tracks, a little insecure, which was another entirely new feeling for him. “No, obviously not.” He waited for a moment, but when Iruka didn’t say anything but also didn’t keep walking, he continued. “I just .. wanted to apologise for my behaviour.”

“Aha.” Iruka’s voice was cold. “Well, thanks.” He turned.

“No, no! Stop no! I meant.. I’m sorry, alright.” Kakashi took two steps forward and grabbed Iruka’s wrist just so he couldn’t walk away again. “It was foolish of me to say, really. I was just caught off guard by the other’s being there, because I wanted to keep this for myself.I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was total nonsense. If i wanted an evening fuck only I could have gotten it from anywhere really, I wouldn’t have to come back to you.”

Iruka laughed: “Is that what you call an apology?” Kakashi realised what he had said.

This embarrassment thing really was hard. Kakashi now realised why he’d suppressed the emotion as much as he could so far in his life. “No, I mean, yes. You see, I’m not as smart or eloquent as you and my life is a total chaos, but no I didn’t mean what I said back then. I came back to you specifically because I wanted to, because I…like spending time with you…”

Instantly Iruka’s eyes softened. He was still pouting a little, but clearly moved. Kakashi didn’t want to let the opportunity slip by: “If you want we can continue like we did before. I can pick you up again, if you would want of course.”

“Fine,” Iruka lifted his eyes to meet Kakashis. “Just don’t do that again, ever.” Kakashi’s heart was already leaping again, which made him blush, which made everything even more embarrassing than it already was. “Under one condition, however.” Iruka looked sternly.

When in his life had Kakashi ever been this nervous? “What?”

“Let’s stay here and go to my place for a change. Maybe your friends won’t be around so much then. And once you feel more comfortable you can introduce me.” He smiled and offered Kakashi his hand, who in turn took it.

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