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You don’t know this, but I’m always watching you. It’s easy for you to miss. Despite being an amazing shinobi, you’re not very perceptive when it comes to social behaviour.
The fact that you always have one eye covered makes it easier to watch you without you noticing. I can never decide whether or not I want you to know.
I can wake up one morning, get out of bed, and go: “Okay! Today, I’m going to tell Hatake Kakashi how I feel!”
And then, I see you, and I dissolve into an uncontrollable pile of mush. I stutter, I blush, I scratch at my scar and I just—I run away.
I’ve always liked you, I’ve just never known how to tell you. Not that it matters, anyway, since you don’t notice me.
Sometimes, I wonder if you even remember me, because I can walk down the street and wave at you, and you’ll wave back, but with a look of confusion, as if you recognize me, but can’t place where you’ve seen me before.
Every fucking day, Kakashi! Every fucking day, I speak to you, and yet you still don’t know who I am when I pass you in the streets!
Sometimes, I get so frustrated that I just want to run up to you, shake you, and yell, “I’m Umino Iruka! I work in the missions office! I taught Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke! I talk to you every fucking day, how can you not remember me, dammit!”
But I—I can’t! I can’t just run up to you and say that! Because then—even if you don’t remember me now—you will after that. And you’ll never speak to me again.
I would rather cherish those few minutes a day that I have with you, than have you remember me as the crazy Chuunin who yelled at you for apparently no reason.
Oh, look. How convenient. You’re walking in, and completely ignoring me, as usual. You always head over to Genma, chat with him for a bit, and then come to hand in your mission report.
“Sorry it’s late, and a little crinkled.”
Oh God, I hate it when you say that, because then, you look sheepish and rub the back of your head. I always blush when you do that!
It makes me feel—like you actually look at me; acknowledge me.
Realize that I exist.
“That’s okay, at least it’s in.”
My hands didn’t shake when I grabbed your report. Iruka one, embarrassment zero.
“That’s good, then. Bye.”
And with a hand seal, you’re gone. Just like always. And the next time we meet, you won’t even remember who I am. I’m just “the mission room guy”.
It depresses me to know so much about you, and have you know nothing about me. Did you know that when I walk, I have a slight limp in my right leg? It’s from when Mizuki hit me in the back with a Windmill Shuriken.
Did you know I actually don’t like ramen? I just eat it because Naruto loves it, and I don’t want to leave him alone.
Did you know...
What am I saying, of course you don’t know. You don’t know me at all. That’s why, when I go to bed at night, I dream that, secretly, when you’re at home lying in bed, you sigh and wish that Umino Iruka would notice you like you notice him.
Because you watch him.
Always.
END.
You don’t know this, but I’m always watching you. It’s easy for you to miss. Despite being an amazing shinobi, you’re not very perceptive when it comes to social behaviour.
The fact that you always have one eye covered makes it easier to watch you without you noticing. I can never decide whether or not I want you to know.
I can wake up one morning, get out of bed, and go: “Okay! Today, I’m going to tell Hatake Kakashi how I feel!”
And then, I see you, and I dissolve into an uncontrollable pile of mush. I stutter, I blush, I scratch at my scar and I just—I run away.
I’ve always liked you, I’ve just never known how to tell you. Not that it matters, anyway, since you don’t notice me.
Sometimes, I wonder if you even remember me, because I can walk down the street and wave at you, and you’ll wave back, but with a look of confusion, as if you recognize me, but can’t place where you’ve seen me before.
Every fucking day, Kakashi! Every fucking day, I speak to you, and yet you still don’t know who I am when I pass you in the streets!
Sometimes, I get so frustrated that I just want to run up to you, shake you, and yell, “I’m Umino Iruka! I work in the missions office! I taught Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke! I talk to you every fucking day, how can you not remember me, dammit!”
But I—I can’t! I can’t just run up to you and say that! Because then—even if you don’t remember me now—you will after that. And you’ll never speak to me again.
I would rather cherish those few minutes a day that I have with you, than have you remember me as the crazy Chuunin who yelled at you for apparently no reason.
Oh, look. How convenient. You’re walking in, and completely ignoring me, as usual. You always head over to Genma, chat with him for a bit, and then come to hand in your mission report.
“Sorry it’s late, and a little crinkled.”
Oh God, I hate it when you say that, because then, you look sheepish and rub the back of your head. I always blush when you do that!
It makes me feel—like you actually look at me; acknowledge me.
Realize that I exist.
“That’s okay, at least it’s in.”
My hands didn’t shake when I grabbed your report. Iruka one, embarrassment zero.
“That’s good, then. Bye.”
And with a hand seal, you’re gone. Just like always. And the next time we meet, you won’t even remember who I am. I’m just “the mission room guy”.
It depresses me to know so much about you, and have you know nothing about me. Did you know that when I walk, I have a slight limp in my right leg? It’s from when Mizuki hit me in the back with a Windmill Shuriken.
Did you know I actually don’t like ramen? I just eat it because Naruto loves it, and I don’t want to leave him alone.
Did you know...
What am I saying, of course you don’t know. You don’t know me at all. That’s why, when I go to bed at night, I dream that, secretly, when you’re at home lying in bed, you sigh and wish that Umino Iruka would notice you like you notice him.
Because you watch him.
Always.
END.
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"That wasn't what I was going to ask you."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"What is it then, 'Kashi? And put your book down when you're talking to me, it's rude."
"Only if you'll put down your papers."
"There. Better?"
"Much."
"Now, what did you want?"
"I have a question for you."
"Yes, we've covered that. Just go ahead and ask, I'm not going to get mad, I promise."
"Ruka, do you love me?...Hey, put those back!"
"No. I have grading to do."
"You didn't answer my question."
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This was written in about half an hour at the fanfic panel at Anime Evolution. It was around four on Saturday XD I even read this out loud, and shook like mad. Frack and I cosplayed it, and she said that at one point, when I grabbed her shoulder and yelled at her, she could feel me shaking, lol. I’m so bad in public -sweatdrop- Obviously, because it’s KakaIru, I wrote it for her, because I figured she was sitting in the Fanfic panel with me, I should be nice, lol.
The theme was “one-sided crush” and for purposes of this theme, many things were changed, like Iruka and Kakashi don’t know each other.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I need to get over it.
Characters (c) Kishimoto Masashi.
Story (c) Sarge/FastForward
This was written in about half an hour at the fanfic panel at Anime Evolution. It was around four on Saturday XD I even read this out loud, and shook like mad. Frack and I cosplayed it, and she said that at one point, when I grabbed her shoulder and yelled at her, she could feel me shaking, lol. I’m so bad in public -sweatdrop- Obviously, because it’s KakaIru, I wrote it for her, because I figured she was sitting in the Fanfic panel with me, I should be nice, lol.
The theme was “one-sided crush” and for purposes of this theme, many things were changed, like Iruka and Kakashi don’t know each other.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I need to get over it.
Characters (c) Kishimoto Masashi.
Story (c) Sarge/FastForward
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I just love your disclaimer! lol