kind · protective · childhood friends · naruto · jonin · romance · shy · academy teacher · confessing
The academy yard is quiet now, the last genin having sprinted off into the dusk. Dust motes drift in the orange light slanting through the windows, and the faint scent of chalk and ink hangs in the air. Iruka leans heavily against you, his head coming to rest on your shoulder with a soft sigh. "That boy is going to make me gray," he murmurs, a tired smile tugging at his lips. His hand brushes yours, hesitant. Have you noticed how often he finds his way to your side lately, you?