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sentimental motives | iruka umino

Pairing: Iruka Umino x 19+f!reader Synopsis: Iruka hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the young Sarutobi woman he spent Halloween with; he’s completely enamoured with you. How had he never noticed you like this before? Here’s the catch: Konohamaru doesn’t appear too happy with the budding relationship between you and the Academy instructor. WC: suggestive themes; kissing, Iruka gets handsy. Word Count: 5.3k A/N: A continuation of the caretaker! ngl I fell in love with the idea of Iruka pining over a Sarutobi, and felt like I needed to carry on writing little pieces for the pairing!! Obsessed with Iruka being a soft and charming man, spoiling you rotten, using flowers to convey his emotions.

Read part one here!

When you were six, you dreamed of being a powerful Kunoichi. You would chant your name from the end of your bed, pose in the mirror of your bathroom, and imagine the most grandiose scenarios as you made your way through the village to the Academy. But you didn’t know the reality of this shinobi life. You didn’t understand what it meant to devote yourself to the cause. To protect the village.

In retrospect, at the age of six, you hadn’t imagined that you would be escorting three new genin to the Academy seventeen years later. You walked behind Konohamaru and his friends as they rambled on about how they, too, would someday save the village and be labelled as great heroes. To make a difference.

To become Hokage.

Of all the people to love your father unconditionally, it was Konohamaru. It was thanks to his love and admiration that you still felt your father’s presence. His dream to become Hokage resonated deeply with you, and filled you with pride. How could you not love him unconditionally?

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t decided to join your nephew and his friends this morning because you were eager to catch a moment with Iruka. It had been two weeks since you rolled your ankle and Iruka saved the day, and after spending the better part of an entire afternoon with him, you were aching to get another moment alone.

As the Academy gates came into view, the tightness in your chest was replaced with a sudden nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You could see him so clearly, standing alongside Ebisu as they greeted the youth that trailed in one behind the other for another day of shinobi learning.

“See you later, Auntie!” Konohamaru called back to you with a wave, running off to join a few of his classmates through the gates. You stopped where he left you, just a few feet away from where the entrance sat. But at the sound of his voice and the mention of you, Iruka’s ears began to burn at the tips.

Breathe, Iruka, he thought pitifully to himself.

“Hello, sensei.” It was silly how unnatural it felt, the flirtatious undertone in your voice.

Iruka looked over his shoulder to where you stood, his stoic features melting with recognition. He glanced briefly down to your right foot as he left Ebisu near the gate and made his way over to you. “You’re in better shape, I see. No longer a hop-along.”

You looked down at the ankle he referred to and shrugged coyly. “I had an amazing caretaker. His company surely helped ease any discomfort.”

Iruka, slightly embarrassed by your confession, scratched the back of his neck lightly and chuckled. “I’m glad to hear it. What brings you to this neck of the woods? Eager to reminisce about the good-ole-days?”

“Moegi asked me to join them on their walk this morning,” you explained casually. Admittedly, you were perched on your building stoop just waiting for the trio to make their way by. Moegi had taken a liking to you over the last three years since becoming friends with Konohamaru; you had been banking on her incessant need to chat specifically to aid you in getting to the Academy this morning.

Iruka glanced over to where the children gathered and chuckled again. Though he’d never say it outloud, he was quite happy that you decided to tag along. “I see. Well, you know you’re always welcome to stop by – with or without the accompaniment of the children.” He added thoughtfully, leering downwards with a playful expression.

“Alright,” you licked your lips in defeat, bracing your palms on your hips, “you caught me. I may or may not have come with ulterior motives.”

Intrigued, Iruka tilted his head to the side in curiosity. It was hard to ignore the flutter in your stomach when his gaze felt so heavy. “Consider me interested. What’s on your mind?”

The next bit came out rushed and had you cowering beneath his stare. “I’d like to spend an afternoon with you, if you can spare the time. I was thinking maybe we could get some ramen?”

The subtle lift in Iruka’s mouth was all the answer you needed. Spending time with the other jōnin proved useful; Kakashi had a big mouth, and per Kakashi, Naruto loved ramen and Iruka loved to treat him to it after every mission. Given that one tradition had been full-stopped the last time the pair of you spent time together – much to Konohamaru’s dismay – you figured this time, paying homage to one of his traditions may bring more success.

Honestly, you were looking for any reason to listen to more of his stories. Truth be told, there was something so soothing about the reverberation of Iruka’s voice.

You felt the lingering weight of eyes watching you closely, coupled with whispers that burned the tips of your ears. Distracted, you reared your head to view the ensemble of genin standing outside of the front of the Academy’s gates. Amidst the excitement, you caught your nephew's eyes in the thick of the gossiping pupils — one cocked brow and a scowl so deep, he looked like a spitting image of Asuma, and you knew that look well.

Konohamaru was pissed.

A soft touch pulled your attention back; Iruka placed a hand on your arm and had given the space it rested a gentle squeeze. “How about Sunday at two?”

“Great,” you returned to feeling like a school-girl, locking your hands behind your back with a smile, “works for me. I’ll see you then.”

If there was one thing Iruka enjoyed, it was a bouquet of fresh flowers. In fact, it became a monthly errand to stop by the Yamanaka flower shop to visit Ino and peruse whatever was new. For a long while, Ino refused to believe that the Academy instructor was simply popping in for his own pleasure. She was certain, particularly as a young girl, that the man had hidden afflictions for someone in the village.

Ino imagined the woman was a civilian; that the pair met in secret and shared private moments of tenderness together. She envisioned Iruka presenting each of the bouquets she made every month as a gift, and she worked hard to ensure every bouquet was more beautiful than the last. Yet, no matter how often she prodded, the instructor never wavered from his story: the flowers were for him, because he found them beautiful and enjoyed their scent. Iruka thought it was endearing for a little while – that was until he found Ino sneaking around places she ought not to be in hopes of finding him meeting up with this so-called ‘secret lover’.

One harsh chastizing later, and Ino no longer believed there was a woman she created bouquets for. Truthfully, the realization made her heart sink. Ino loved love, loved expressions of it and displays of affection. For Iruka-sensei, she wanted nothing more than for the instructor to find someone to share his kindness with.

Today appeared no different from the last seven years. When Iruka entered the shop with a patient expression, Ino smiled at him from behind the counter. He waited by the tulips while she finished assisting another customer, a young woman in search of an appropriate bundle to bring to a friend who had fallen ill and was in the infirmary. Ino was masterful in her craft, able to satisfy the girl in a timely fashion and soon enough, the blonde was standing next to Iruka with a knowing look.

“Same as usual?” The kunoichi asked cheerily, already reaching for a handful of red poppies – they just so happened to be Iruka’s favourite. “The daffodils are ready, too. I think they would look lovely with the poppies.”

“I agree.” Iruka nodded with a smile, watching the teen amble over to another corner of the shop to begin pulling together various fillers. Mostly baby’s breath, as always. She knew him well.

He waited as she cut the stems and began to organize them intricately before tying them together with a thin white satin ribbon. Just before Ino was finished assembling the latest centrepiece for his dining table, Iruka cleared his throat and interrupted her work.

“I forgot to mention that I need two bouquet’s today.” He emphasized the plural by holding up two long digits, nervously meeting her large blue eyes.

Ino stood confused for only a fraction of a second; instead of immediately jumping to any conclusions or turning to her typical playful banter, she lifted a single brow and questioned, “Oh?”

The next part was difficult for him, mostly because he hated that he felt he needed to explain himself. But knowing Ino’s sleuthing abilities, if he tried to hide it at this point, it would be futile. She would come to know eventually, the determined young thing. And admittedly, Iruka wanted this done right. He always assumed that when this day came, it would be the Yamanaka girl to procure only the most exquisite bouquet for him to give.

And then, Iruka thought that maybe he didn’t have to explain himself outwardly. There was a high probability that she would know exactly what the purpose of the bouquet was for, but that didn’t mean the instructor needed to divulge any information. Just enough to satisfy her, he supposed.

“Gardenias, please. And whatever you think would pair nicely with it.”

The girl's eyes widened in excitement, and instantly Iruka regretted having said anything at all. Too late, he thought when she nearly leaped over the counter to where they kept the gardenias. “I’m thinking hibiscus. Maybe a little lavender?” Ino peered sideways at the man.

Iruka shook his head quickly. “No lavender, not yet.”

The pout she attempted to conceal was disappointing. “How about some iris?”

He thought for a moment, his own eyes wandering over to where the bushels sat neatly just a few feet to their left. Iruka nodded once, then turned sharply on his heel and returned to the counter. Now, he noticed Ino took a significantly greater amount of time assembling the second bouquet; in other words, Iruka was correct in choosing to put his faith in the young girl for this specific venture.

He allowed himself a brief moment to relax.

A few streets over, Ayame was nearly as excited as you were for the prospect of spending the afternoon with the village’s favourite genin instructor. In an effort to stave off any lingering insecurities, you arrived thirty-minutes early to divulge your heart to the brunette on the other side of the serving counter.

“How do you think Konohamaru’s gonna take it?” Ayame asked with large eyes, working around a clean bowl with a dry cloth.

You could sense the presence before you heard him. Konohamaru hadn’t quite mastered the art of moving undetected, although it was cute he still tried. “What do you think you’re doing?”

A knowing look was exchanged with Ayame; speak of the devil and he shall appear. You swivelled around on the stool, leaning forward until you were at his eye-level. “What are you talking about, Konohamaru?”

“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid,” he retorted, “I’m not a little kid anymore. I see Asuma and Kurenai when they’re together, and everyone knows by now that they’re definitely a thing –” you were a little surprised with just how much knowledge the brat had, “and you look at him just the same!”

You shook your head in confusion, unsure of where your nephew was going with this new information. “Rewind kid, look at who like what?”

“Iruka-sensi! You look at Iruka-sensi just like Kurenai looks at Asuma. And I’ve gotta say, I’m not too happy about it.” Konohamaru claimed, folding his arms indignantly across his chest.

You felt a rush of heat flood up your neck as you snapped yourself upright. The nerve of this kid. “Listen here, you little stink,” you growled, tugging on the bottom of his scarf, “who I look at and how I look at them is my business. And frankly, the way you feel about it isn’t going to change anything.”

Konohamaru smacked your hand away, his dark eyebrows knitting together as his face returned to a sour expression. “You’re just doing this to make me mad.”

Unbelievable.

“Are you serious?” You deadpanned. “You think I asked out one of your instructors to upset you? Deliberately?”

“You already ditched me on Halloween to spend the day with him,” hearing the words come from Konohamaru’s mouth had you in a fit of guilt. Your mouth went dry. Suddenly, you were unable to maintain eye contact with him. “Yeah, I heard. Udon was in the village square when he saw Iruka carrying you around on his back. And I overheard Ebisu-sensei say that he was with a bunch of the jōnin later that night, and he sounded particularly interested when he mentioned that he saw you and Iruka getting friendly.”

By the time he was finished with his little tirade, your face was flushed bright crimson. In so little words, so much information was given – starting with the fact Ebisu, of all people, had caught you being overly affectionate with the renowned Academy teacher.

Damn it, you figured it was more discreet.

A sigh, “Konohamaru, I can explain —”

“Incoming.” Ayame hissed from behind the counter, averting your gaze up to where Iruka’s tall frame could be seen walking up the street. He wore an easy-going smile and appeared composed as ever; as he passed by familiar faces, he would nod to them. You couldn’t help but smile. Then, you saw the brown paper bundled in his arms; you recognized the packaging and another bout of heat washed over your features. Iruka brought you flowers.

Konohamaru groaned before he glared up at you one last time. “I don’t like this at all.”

He didn’t stick around to greet the man, leaving the instructor slightly confused as he perched himself on a stool next to you. “Where’s he running off to?”

“Training. As always.” You answered quickly, offering him a reassuring grin.

“I hope I’m not too late,” Iruka offered an apologetic simper as he held out the bouquet, “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting, but I thought it might be rude of me to show up empty handed.”

“No, you’re right on time.” You reassured him, bringing the bouquet to your nose excitedly. “You really didn’t have to do this.”

The chūnin didn’t even look embarrassed when he replied, “I wanted to. Besides, a dutiful caretaker would have delivered you flowers during your recovery. I should have bought you a second bouquet to make up for it, really.”

A part of you wanted to claim that was nonsense, but decided that the sentiment was thoughtful, and that was what drew you to him in the first place Perhaps it meant that he had been thinking of you, just as you had been thinking of him. Instead, you smiled gratefully and reached over to give his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.”

Iruka spent little time reviewing the menu before he put in his own order, and within the next ten minutes, steaming bowls were placed in front of the two of you. The pair of you spent over an hour chatting just at Ichiraku’s; Iruka ate several bowls of miso ramen with plenty of pork, and you couldn't help but watch admiringly as he gulped down the last of his broth. It had been a long time since you had spent time with a man who appeared to love hot broth as much as you did, given that you no longer spent much time with Asuma. The thought didn’t sadden you as it normally would have – perhaps good company could cure all sorts of loneliness.

The afternoon sun was hot, its rays beaming down into the village core as you walked closely next to Iruka’s side. Once again, the domesticity of spending time with the chūnin like this had you lost in a daydream of what could be. Weekend afternoons spent browsing the market, watching dusky pink sunsets from the comfort of your studio apartment while you shared a meal, late nights spent held in each other's arms to stave off the bitter cold —

For now, you felt privileged enough to be sharing just this one afternoon alone with him.

Unbeknownst to you, Iruka was lost in a trail of his own subconscious desires as you led him through the various shops set up across the village. Watching you peruse the plethora of trinkets stirred something inside of him that he couldn’t quite put a finger on; there was something so alluring about such a mundane action that the instructor just didn’t understand. Iruka noticed that you clung to the bouquet in your arms as though you feared they may disappear at any given moment — he found it endearing. He enjoyed standing close to you as your eyes wandered over the cases filled with pretty gems and bracelets. If he timed it just right, he was able to catch the scent of your perfume mixed with a hint of your shampoo – a scent that recently had become a favourite of his own, since the first time he caught wind of it.

Iruka decided he loved the way your hair appeared three shades lighter when in the sunlight, and envied the way your eyes seemed to glow in the same manner. Your voice carried so easily over the hustle and commotion in the streets, making it nearly impossible for him to lose you in the crowds. The subtle traces of sweat that lingered at the base of your neck only seemed to heighten his arousal — as a response, he kept his hands bound tightly into fists in his pockets. The temptation was all the same, but the least he could do was allot some restraint while in the public’s eye. You were still a Sarutobi, after all – that came with a reputation, one he would be damned to tarnish with such basic primal urges.

In spite of his attentive gaze fixated on you, Iruka was dreadfully aware of the number of eyes that lingered one second too long as the two of you walked together through the market. The questioning eyes of his colleagues were one thing – that much he could handle. But as you neared the Yamanaka flower shop, Iruka all but fell to his knees with anxiety. Surely Ino would have much to say, seeing the top of her bouquet in your arms.

It was surprising that as you admired a bundle of roses outside the shop's doors, Ino simply observed from her place behind the counter. Iruka watched her gaze settle on your frame as you bent forwards to inhale deeply; the blonde kunoichi smiled in recognition at the sight of her sensei’s younger sibling. The academy instructor deduced that hiding it from Asuma now would be futile; Ino was bound to drop the ball sooner or later.

It was nearly sunset by the time the two of you sat down on a bench away from the excitement of the market and core. You bit into another piece of dango, pulling the chewy ball from the skewer with a satisfied hum as Iruka polished off the last of his own.

“You didn’t have to treat me to this, too, you know.” You tried to sound disappointed but failed miserably.

Iruka wanted to comment on the way your demeanour changed around the cashier; the way the woman behind the counter observed the two of you with minor disdain, the way you ripped the dessert from the woman’s hand with such venom — it was dizzying how you turned around a fraction of a second later to him with round doe eyes and a sweet smile.

“I figured you were making a suggestion after the fifth time we walked by the stall.” He mused, watching you finish the remainder of your dessert with a soft grin. “Besides, it’s not like you put up much of a fight.”

Embarrassed, you peered sideways at him, “I’m grateful all the same.”

“I know.”

Regrettably, the setting sun invited in a cool breeze and the day appeared to be coming to an end. When you mentioned something about getting home to put the flowers in some water, you couldn’t help but notice a shift in Iruka. He walked slower, now, and despite previously only having the courage to guide you through the shops with a gentle hand placed strategically between your shoulder blades, he now conducted you forward to the hill that led back to your apartment with that same hand spread evenly across your lower back.

As you reached the stoop of your building, you faltered when reaching for your keys. As much as you knew the night had to come to an eventual end, you couldn’t help feeling disappointed. The confidence you previously harboured no longer appeared to be leading you through the motions of your date; ultimately, you conceded you would have better luck next time.

“I really enjoy your company, Iruka,” you said quietly, lowering your eyes down to the buttons on his vest, “I hope we can spend more Sunday’s like this.”

Iruka’s response was automatic. He lifted a single digit to the underside of your chin, brushing his thumb gently across the span of your bottom lip before lowering his face down. With a subtle tilt, he inched your face upwards until your lips connected. You were pleasantly surprised with the force; in all the times you envisioned this moment, Iruka harbouring dominance was not something that had come to mind. Yet, you melted into his tall frame and allowed the hand free of the bouquet to grip one of the lapels of his vest in the same hungry manner as his arm that now held you firmly against his body. You were thankful for the vice grip Iruka had on you; your knees began to feel weak, and between the erratic beating of your heart in your chest and the ringing in your ears, you weren’t entirely sure you would be able to keep yourself upright much longer.

Iruka, on the other hand, never felt more in control. It was rejuvenating to feel so sure of himself. He’d been thinking about this moment nonstop since you curled into his side while sharing a booth at the pub on Halloween. Watching your tired eyes fight the urge to fall asleep while surrounded by a full room of people had him itching to escort you back to your apartment, just as he promised. He wanted to see you home safely. From the moment he placed his arm around you and inadvertently smelled the top of your head, he felt incredibly protective of you. It was there he decided his new favourite scent was your shampoo. It was a foreign feeling to Iruka, but one he was determined to understand.

Iruka was nervous to pursue anything at first. You were a Sarutobi, after all – what could he have to offer you? Over the duration of the last two weeks, Iruka decided that he would work hard to become a man worthy of you rather than denying himself such a simple pleasure. It had been fourteen gruelling days not being able to speak with you, but he needed to be sure.

Iruka couldn’t help but smile when the sigh tumbled past your lips; the sound almost as delicious as the cherry chapstick you wore that softened your lips. He removed his mouth from yours, but remained close. His hand at your chin moved to push back the hair from your face, his opposite hand already pressed firmly into the lower portion of your back.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first.” Iruka huffed against your lips, his chest rising and falling with each heaving breath he took. “But I was scared if I did ask, I would lose my nerve.”

This time, it was you who reconnected your mouths together, having stood up on your tip-toes to throw your arms around his neck in a hungry manner. The way he leaned you backwards under the awning until your back hit the brick surely hid you from any witnesses that may have been wandering by during this time of the evening; truthfully, it made the engagement all the more enthralling.

In a feverish haste, you quietly breathed a moan into his mouth as a large, warm hand gripped tightly at your hip, his thumb caressing the exposed skin just above the waistband of your skirt. God, how intoxicating —

With great reluctance, Iruka disconnected himself with a disgruntled sigh. If he had it his way, he could kiss you forever, never take another breath and die happy in your arms. But he couldn’t be selfish with you any longer, deciding that the time spent apart from you would be much, much shorter than the last.

And the quiet whimper that follows the swift disconnection is all the answer Iruka needs. Smiling mostly to himself, the man towers over your frame and brings his hands up to fix various pieces of your hair. With the heat of the day, its uniformed strands had begun to curl in unruly patterns. It brought a certain youthfulness to your features Iruka couldn’t help but appreciate.

“When can I see you again?” Voice husky in its inquiry, Iruka’s gaze didn’t falter from your own as he swam in your half-hooded eyes.

“Tomorrow evening.” You replied; it wasn’t a suggestion but rather an expectation.

The man appeared to understand the desire that clung to your demand, and nodded dutifully.

He caught your free hand in his own, bringing your slender digits up to his lips to press a warm kiss against your knuckles. His mouth broke into a soft smile just underneath the warm flesh, eyes closing for just a fraction of a second as he then pressed his nose to the inside of your wrist to inhale deeply. It was curious, the way his shoulders appeared to visibility relax with the action.

“Sweet dreams, Sarutobi.” He whispered against the skin, and in the next moment, he disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Remnants of sleep tugged at the corners of your mind as the jarring call of your name continued to pull you from slumber. The sun came in dimly through half-risen blinds, windows left open through the night to provide some fresh air to the otherwise stuffy studio where you resided. You could hear the faint chirps of morning birds in the treetops, leaves rustling in the gentle breeze that accompanied their cheery tune.

“Auntie!”

Your eyes slowly peeled open, staring blankly up at the ceiling with a slow exhale. Looking over to your bedside table, the numbers read 7:49AM; you groaned out in exasperation and threw an arm back over your eyes. What was the brat doing here?

“Auntie, come on! It’ll only take a few minutes!”

Your limbs moved reluctantly, slowly pulling yourself into an upright seated position. Your eyes now fixed themselves on the window with a petulant glare, unable to contain your annoyance with being disturbed so early. After another short minute of deep breathing, you stood and ambled over to the window sill.

“I need to talk to you!” You glared down at your nephew, who stood on a rock just outside of the front steps of your apartment. “Get down here!”

What could he possibly want this early in the morning? You wondered, stifling a yawn with one hand as the other drew open the curtains wider.

“Yeah, yeah, in a minute.” You huffed out in annoyance, turning to locate where you had thrown your pajama bottoms in the darkness of the night. When the young boy called out to you again in frustration, it took everything in you not to snap back in response. He certainly hadn’t mastered patience, that was for sure.

You joined him in the early morning sun, and despite not having been awake for more than five minutes, you welcomed the warmth of the sun’s rays; your nephew carried a lunchbox in his timid hands, goggles not quite seated properly on the top of his head. If you didn’t know him any better, you would have thought he appeared anxious.

“Yes, Konohamaru?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Konohamaru started, looking down at his feet in embarrassment.

“You’re sorry?”

The young preteen nodded hastily. “After I left you at Ichiraku’s, I spent the whole day following you and Iruka-sensei around.” He let his shoulders drop in defeat, a sigh of his own procuring from deep in his chest. “I noticed something.”

Curious, you cocked your head to the side. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Iruka looks at you the same way Asuma looks at Kurenai.”

You blinked slowly, carefully considering your nephew's words. You knew exactly which look he was referring to — the one Asuma only wore whenever he walked next to Kurenai. It was protective, and yet, your brother never looked more at peace. An unlikely combination, but it was an expression he wore exquisitely whenever the pair were together.

“Also, I may or may not have seen something I shouldn’t have,” Konohamaru’s cheeks deepened further as he lifted a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “but I gotta say, I didn’t think Iruka-sensei could be so handsy. I mean, what was up with that kiss, anyway?”

Stunned, you swallowed thickly. “K-kiss?”

“If that’s even what you want to call it – it looked more like face-sucking to me.”

“Konohamaru!” You chided loudly before shoving your hand overtop of his mouth in a hurried manner, looking anxiously around you to see if anyone else had overheard. “Will you keep your mouth shut? That’s private!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He mumbled under your hand, his hot breath slicking your hand. Ugh, gross.

“I’m not kidding, Konohamaru,” you sighed, “you can’t say anything to anyone. Especially Asuma.”

The boy laughed. “That’s useless. Uncle Asuma’s gonna know something’s up, he always does.”

You thought back to the previous night, reeling through the actions of the day spent with the instructor. Surely an impression was left with various individuals throughout the village, seeing the two wandering around so closely together with a bouquet in your arms. What else were they to assume? Undoubtedly, the entire market took to gossiping about the scene that played out before them: Hiruzen’s girl was finally entertaining one of the young men in the village, how exciting.

You sighed petulantly, feeling your shoulders crumble in on themselves. The laughter that came from the young boy next to you was irritating, but you let it pass. If you expected any opportunity to explain it to Asuma first, you needed your nephew on your side.

“What Asuma doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right, Konohamaru?”

The boy threw you a coy smile. “Nice try, Auntie.”

“Taiyaki for the next two months.” You offered quickly, knowing that he likely wouldn’t pass up the opportunity.

Fiendishly, Konohamaru fixed his hand on his chin as though he were in deep thought, eyes leering up to the sky. After a short deliberation, he shook his head. “Make it six, and I’ll consider it.”

Irritated, you grumbled, “You’ll take two and be grateful, you stink.”

“Six months, and I’ll swing by your place every morning to let you escort me to the Academy. Just to see Iruka-sensei.” The mocking tone in which he drew out the instructor's name had you wincing with regret already. But it was tempting.

You conceded with a nod, “Fine. Six months, and not a single day longer.”

Konohamaru grinned in triumph, his hands coming up to rest behind his head. “Well, better go get ready. I’ve gotta be at the gates in less than twenty-minutes!”

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