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uchihasavior:

That was…Hm.

Bad wording. An implication that it was not worth sleeping with him. It was enjoyable, and he didn’t have any plans of escape, nor even moving to a different bed.

But he will nod. Concede for now. “I will.” Just his regular morning shower, and then he will do some light tidying while Iruka makes them both food. 

It’s nice to get back into their usual routine. Iruka gets out of bed, scanning the room for his clothes. Thankfully, he puddled most of them in the same spot on the floor. It’s easy enough to slip them back on again for breakfast, even though putting on dirty clothes again is far from his favorite feeling. 

He sets about making breakfast. When he lived alone, he used to meal prep for a few days at a time and eat leftovers for both breakfast and lunch. With Itachi around, he actually cooks a lot more especially on the weekends. Lately, he’s gotten especially good at the traditonal breakfast, the kind his mother used to make when he was a kid. 

Nothing looks stained, really…except the sheets. And Itachi has learned to utilize the wash, not wanting to be completely useless while Iruka teaches a new generation of shinobi. He’s far from excelling– considering his natural talent for learning and quickly, but  he does enough. Enough it keeps him busy, enough he isn’t allowed for his mind to wander and remind him that he doesn’t deserve to be here, much less breathe.

(That was a work in progress.)

“Sasuke’s scheduled to visit today.” He mentions, carefully kneeling down at the table. What he lacks in immediate verbal thanks his stomach makes up for– sex has given him an appetite this morning, and it’s growling.

uminosclassroom:

“Your first time is supposed to be special.” Is it? He questions the statement as soon as he says it. Sure, people still talk about their first time, but he’s never heard of a shinobi whose first time story included roses and candles. He has never heard anyone discuss sex between men at all, except with vague metaphors and disdain in their voice. Maybe this is how things are supposed to be. 

Their conversation isn’t getting them anywhere anymore, and Itachi is looking around like he wants to get up for the day. Now seems like a good time to drop the subject and move on. Hopefully, the rest of their day won’t be too awkward. 

“Do you want to get washed up while I make breakfast?” 

That was…Hm.

Bad wording. An implication that it was not worth sleeping with him. It was enjoyable, and he didn’t have any plans of escape, nor even moving to a different bed.

But he will nod. Concede for now. “I will.” Just his regular morning shower, and then he will do some light tidying while Iruka makes them both food. 

“Happy birthday, Itachi.” Iruka wakes him up with a kiss to the cheek, a tray of food balanced carefully on the nightstand. They’ll have breakfast in bed today, Iruka has the afternoon off to spend with him and a little cake lined with dango ready to pick up for after dinner.

Itachi’s first thought in the morning is he really wishes things like his birth date would be left off his registration, or bingo book description. 

He can’t help but feel guilty, even knowing without a shred of a doubt that Iruka only means to treat him well, that this is something he’s accustomed to doing to people, or having done to him. 

This feels selfish, so he ends up sharing bits of his breakfast with Iruka. It placates him, keeps him comforted enough he doesn’t lose his appetite completely, and so he won’t appear ungrateful. 

(The cake, however, is not as lucky. Neither is Itachi’s stomach the next morning.)

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By the time Iruka and a group of field medics find the bodies curled up under the rubble of the Uchiha district, it is too late. 

Even the strength of Haruno Sakura does not buy them enough time. 

Iruka meets Sasuke’s eyes, first. A brilliant red blossom blooms in his iris, shining brighter even than his tear streaked face. Sasuke is a mixture of anger, fear, but more than anything: grief. 

A grief he too shares, sinking to his knees to inspect the corpse curled up beside him. Sasuke’s savior– Iruka’s lover. 

Itachi has lost too much blood. Broken too many bones, and his heart cannot pump out anymore, giving up his life in exchange for Sasuke’s in under an instant. A shaky palm flat on Itachi’s chest. Three final beats, each slower than the last. 

Together, they cry. Itachi’s consciousness fades away contently. 

uminosclassroom:

It still catches him off-guard whenever Itachi asks about something odd, like if birthdays are usually celebrated. He has gotten accustomed now to most of Itachi’s habits, to the point where it seems normal, even if he behavior is decidedly not. Little things like this remind Iruka how different Itachi’s upbrigning ended up being. 

 “Yes, by most adults, but it’s not nearly as big a deal as it is for children. A lot of shinobi choose not to celebrate their birthday.”

“Mm.” A response in soft thought. He really should stop humming so often as if that servers as natural conversation, but he’s used to it. And used to Iruka prompting him for more words. 

He would say this was a peacetime thing, but Iruka’s parents died in the Kyuubi attack, and he was older by a few years. He felt more of the third war then Itachi had. 

“Happy birthday.” He finally offers, after a moment’s awkward silence. 

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Slow blink. …He certainly didn’t know.

Iruka glances back, watching the expression on Itachi’s face for a moment before he bursts into laughter. Itachi rarely looks cute, and Iruka likes to savor every moment he gets. He sets down the birthday cards he has received, trying to address the matter seriously, and failing, through his giggles. “It’s alright, Itachi. I don’t think I ever told you when it was.”

“And this is celebrated…” by adults. As in they continued to celebrate this sort of thing yearly. 

He might be willing to understand more if there were sweets around.

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“Oh.” He eyes widen.  Of course, he suspected as much, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked, but the shock still hits Iruka like a brick. Guilt washes over him, and he leans away “I’m sorry. If I’d known—If I’d known I would’ve…I would’ve—” 

Iruka has no idea what he would change had he been given the opportunity to try again, and gives up on trying to stutter out an answer he doesn’t have. They were both inexperienced, fumbling and awkward and in search of mutual release. A long exhale falls from his lips as he tries to come up with something coherent to say this time.

“I’ve never been with a man before either.”

“You act like it was meant to be special.” Maybe if he’d managed to avoid everything going to shit, his first time could have been important, and meaningful. It would no doubt have been with a woman, and most likely Izumi. 

Itachi’s long learned he’s not afforded luxuries like this. It’s not a big deal, and they’ve already both admitted it was nice and they’d likely do it again. 

“Now you have.” Itachi states the obvious. And now he has, too. He pulls himself up, eyes glancing around the room. …Where did his undergarments go.

uminosclassroom:

Iruka notices Itachi’s sudden lack of eye contact, but makes no comment. Most high ranking shinobi were flighty, question anything and they shut down completely.

“Hygiene?” What did Itachi mean by that? “I’m clean, if that’s what you mean. We used a condom, too, so it shouldn’t be an issue.” 

Somehow, that doesn’t seem like what Itachi had been asking. Is he talking about personal hygiene? But that would mean…

“Wait, had you never…?” Itachi went along with it easily and without question. Iruka thought he must have had some experience, even if not much. 

“I don’t mean that.” he starts– hell, if Iruka had actually given him an additional disease he’d just tell himself he deserved it. But it wasn’t something that crossed his mind. Iruka took care of his body, he wouldn’t spread something. But the other seems to have caught on, so he quiets himself. 

Ah yes, the question.

“Not until you.” It simply couldn’t happen before– even in the event he had wanted the contact, he was either too busy or too notorious to attempt. It wasn’t for lack of suitors… he didn’t know what it was with girls. Fighting for the barest slivers of attention, their feelings strong when his were none– apparently being known for a mass murder didn’t halt girls from eyeing him up in tea shops. 

Iruka caught him weak.