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“With all due respect, Fourth, it’s been seventy-three hours, forty seven minutes, and-”
“I know how long I’ve gone without sleep, Itachi.” Okay, maybe not down to the hours and seconds, but at least three days running now. Eyes thick with bags squint down at the papers scattered on his desk, and since when did they change kanji? They were legible just about a day, ago, and…
“You need sleep.” Itachi ran like a broken record, and Minato’s patience was wore thin due to the lack of sleep. Itachi was a special kind of hypocrite himself too, the kid had to be forced to take a vacation upon his Chuunin promotion.
Setting his elbows on the table, Minato runs his shaky hands through his hair. Not only has he not slept, but he hasn’t left the office except to relieve himself. His hair is greasy.
“I need coffee, Itachi, not sleep.” If his aide would just…do his job, and bring him the coffee he needed…
“You’ve a tolerance for the caffeine. The brew cannot be made any stronger. Furthermore, Kushina-san-”
Itachi’s interrupted by Minato’s face banging on the desk sharply, denting the poor profile of some Kumo teen attempting to enter this year’s Chuunin exams.
“Coffee.” The demand is clear.
But Itachi has reached his limit.
Minato was a superb ninja. Feared on the lands. With a run-on-sight order during the third war. But three nights with no sleep, and over-stressing himself trying to organize this year’s exam leave him all but defenseless when Itachi grips his face.
Minato’s vision goes red.
He vaguely catches a pair of lips forming a sorry before he slips into sleep.
7) Grabbing your muse’s face
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