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🔑 “How can I make things better for you?”

My muse has been cursed with an honesty spell!

Oh, he was just going to ruin things for himself, wasn’t he? 

“Don’t be so harsh on Sasuke. Your dedication to your work and the village comes at his expense. He belongs here as well, and he deserves understanding for what he’s been through. If you must be angry at someone for his behavior, turn it into me.

I deserve it. Not him.”

Happy birthday to Itachi. Iruka has taken the day off—even if it’s only because it is not a school day—and he is going to spoil him with a carefully moderated excess of sweets and a not-so-carefully moderated excess of kisses. Pancakes (with fruit and eggs) for breakfast, dango after lunch, and a cake for dessert after dinner.

He cries. First thing in the morning.

Itachi hasn’t celebrated a birthday in years. Even when his family was whole, it was just simply something he ignored. Were it not for the date on his shinobi registration, its proximity to that event, and Sasuke’s own birthday, he would’ve completely forgotten it existed.

But it’s a good cry, especially when he notes his brain doesn’t immediately try to tell him the effort is undeserved. 

Iruka gets sloppy kisses, that taste like just a little bit too much syrup in the morning, dragging on through the day.

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At this rate, Iruka thinks he might turn into a tomato but Itachi’s answer also makes him snort a laugh. He puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I know Itachi. You, uh, give plenty.”

Good. He isn’t about to be accused of being a passive partner.  Gently takes Iruka’s other hand in his.

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“What does it mean.”

Iruka looks away, embarrassed he even knows the answer. He’s overheard a few too many raunchy conversations in bars. His words come out stilted and a little robotic as he tries to figure out how to explain it clinically. “I think it’s…uh, a woman usually, who wants to receive…oral sex but won’t give it.”

“I would never fit that.” He isn’t a woman. 

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“Oh, sorry!” Iruka pulls his hand away and takes a couple steps back to give Itachi a little more space. 

“Thank you.” It’s quiet, in response. He’s still so unaccustomed to affection. Iruka means well, and news of a full pardon is certainly something worth celebration, but… 

“Please don’t laugh.”

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Iruka is….blue.

His skin, his clothes…even a good part of his hair. 

The only positive out of this sight is that he currently isn’t dripping…but Itachi can’t say the same of the classroom Iruka had to be in when it happened. 

Such was the risk of teaching jutsu to a classroom full of adolescents.

Itachi crosses his arms, leaning his left side against the doorway. His brows draw up. He won’t laugh, at least. 

“I think green is more your color.” That’s the only thing he’ll say.Â