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Genma refused to rise to the bait. Tossing the blankets aside, he stood. His mind scrambled for memories, but he forced himself to calm down. After a moment of too long silence, Kakashi pushed to his feet and nodded toward one of the doors. “The bathroom is through there." 

Grunting a thanks, Genma moved off in that direction. Only once the door was firmly shut behind him did he allow the panic to close in. What the actual fuck was he doing in Kakashi’s apartment? What the hell happened last night? He still had clothes on, which, depending on how one looked at things, could be considered good or bad. 

Genma crossed the room to splash cold water onto his face. He’d met up with Raido and Iwashi for a rare night out. They’d become few and far between since Iwashi got married and Raido got serious about his latest girl. An hour or so into the night, some of their other friends showed up. Then, the shots and tall tales started. Genma didn’t remember the details or the faces, except for one, Kakashi. But, they’d been on opposite sides of the room, a million miles apart, as usual. 

Other details fought for attention, but Genma couldn’t be sure that they belonged to reality. He could almost recall his arms around Kakashi’s shoulders, followed closely by the heat of the other man’s chest. Laughter rang in his ears as their lips brushed.  

"Fuck,” Genma growled, scrubbing through his hair with both hands. His reflection judged him from the mirror, bloodshot eyes disapproving. Genma steeled his nerve. He had lived through enough awkward morning afters to know how this went. For now, he needed to get out. Stalling in the bathroom was only going to make it worse.  

When Genma stepped back into the bedroom, it was empty. He cut his eyes toward the window, wondering if he could open it without– 

“I figured you’d still be the type to run the next morning.” Kakashi’s voice behind him shattered Genma’s resolve. 

Genma turned and offered his signature grin. Thankfully, that came easily to him even though he had no idea where his senbon had gotten off to. Or his bandana for that matter. He raised his shoulders in a shrug. “I wasn’t thinking of running off, I was just admiring your decorating skills.” 

Kakashi laughed, but didn’t point out the obvious lie. The plain white wall beside the window had a single shelf on it, covered with dust and a plant that looked like it had seen better days. A teasing lilt entered Kakashi’s voice. “Planning of making a habit of waking up here?” 

If only. A blush rushed onto Genma’s cheeks before he could stop it. Hopefully, the dim light covered it. Nervousness washed through him, a relic from another lifetime. “Dunno, you planning to take me to bed more often?” 

Genma cringed at the words as they came out of his mouth. Lately, all of his wit and confidence bled out in Kakashi’s presence. The man reduced Genma to a bumbling idiot and didn’t even realize it. He couldn’t remember when this stupid crush started. One day he’d looked at Kakashi and seen something different, felt something different. There were far more interesting men out there, women too. And honestly, the last thing that Genma needed in his life was a grumpy, moody Hokage. But still, the feeling persisted. 

“I’m surprised you remember last night.” Kakashi’s voice took on a tone that Genma wasn’t familiar with, almost gentle with an undercurrent of uncertainty. “You were pretty drunk.“

Genna considered lying, but he didn’t want to make things any worse than they already were. He shrugged. "I remember bits and pieces.”

“Which ones?” At some point during the awkwardness, Kakashi had crossed the room. The proximity of his voice made Genma jump. He offered a glass of water. “Did you mean any of it?”  

Genma took the cup and drained it, buying himself a moment to think. He hated the uncomfortable feeling of being exposed as a fraud. Did he mean any of what? “Hell, I barely remember my own name.” 

Kakashi hummed under his breath and pulled away, the almost closeness disappearing like it had never been. The man nodded toward the side of the bed. “Your armor and weapons are there.” 

Genma gazed at the flak vest and pouches folded neatly in the corner. He had missed those when he stumbled from the bed in shock, but he knew that he’d never left them so orderly. Genma raised one eyebrow. “Why don’t you fill in the blanks?” 

“This,” Kakashi paused and exhaled, dark eyes searching. Then, he gestured vaguely at the bed and Genma. “This isn’t who I am.” 

The words stunned Genma, especially since he had no clue what Kakashi was talking about. What wasn’t him? The way the room was decorated? The uncomfortable tension suddenly between them? His eyes had lingered on the bed–ohhh. Realization crashed in as the implication hit home. “What if I said it wasn’t me either?”

“You’d be lying.” Kakashi chuckled under his breath, offering a half shrug. 

Genma took two steps in Kakashi’s direction, anger burning hot in his chest. He hated the suggestion that he was an easy lay. He hated that he couldn’t read Kakashi’s face like a normal person. “It is impossible to know what you’re thinking with this damn mask on.” 

Without bothering with the wisdom of the movement, Genma reached for the fabric. Kakashi didn’t resist. His mask puddled around his neck and chest, forgotten. The man didn’t even have the decency to act surprised. In fact, Kakashi’s now visible lips curled into a smirk. Whiskey and tequila, the mixture of flavors on Genma’s tongue was nearly as potent as the mouth pressed against his. Neon lights flashed as the room spun. Catcalls and whistles, laughter. An arm tight around his shoulders. Whispered words too soft to recall, then a tug at his hand. 

Fractured pieces began to fit themselves back together. Genma hissed under his breath. “Raido, Raido and that stupid dare." 

"So, you do remember?” Watching Kakashi’s mouth move in time with his words temporarily distracted Genma from answering. He’d seen Kakashi without the mask one other time, back in Anbu. That night had etched itself into Genma’s memory forever, and not just because of Kakashi’s face. 

Genma mentally shook himself away from those dangerous thoughts. “I know that Raido is an idiot, and I must have had a hell of a lot more to drink than I realized.” 

Kakashi smiled, an honest to Kami visible smile, and Genma’s stomach did some kind of uncomfortable fluttery thing. “Would you like me to refresh your memory?”

Feeling his normal confidence flooding back in, Genma offered a cheeky grin. “Why don’t you hit the high points?” 

“You were drunk and sloppy. Overeager with too much alcohol and too little common sense.” Genma’s heart plummeted at Kakashi’s words. Those were the good parts? “You slurred through some explanation about it being a stupid dare, that you had to fulfill. Honestly, I didn’t catch most of the words. Then, you kissed me.” 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to kill Raido. But first, I’m going to poison him, so that it’s slow and miserable. Then I’m going to--Kakashi’s next words interrupted Genma’s plotting. “We left shortly after that.” 

Genma didn’t want to ask, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. “And then?” 

“And then, we came here.” Kakashi let the silence drag out for a few moments, then shrugged. “Look, like I said last night, I’m not interested in a one night stand. I just want to get everyone off of my back about dating.”

Genma knew the feeling. Raido had been nagging him as well, but his friend’s teasing centered around Kakashi. He’d been hounding Genma for weeks, if not months, to make a move. Kakashi continued, totally unaware of Genma’s thoughts. “You were drunk and spouting nonsense, so I left you in bed to sleep it off.” 

Left you in bed to sleep it off. The words repeated in Genma’s mind before it jumped back to the earlier ones. He turned to face Kakashi, trying hard not to stare at the beauty mark below his lips. “What kind of nonsense?” 

Kakashi tugged at the mask around his neck, straightening the fabric in preparation to replace it. His eyes met Genma’s. “Nothing that needs repeated. Hopefully last night’s act will get them to leave us alone for a few days at least.” 

Genma watched the slow movement of Kakashi’s hand, thoughts spinning in circles with every heartbeat. The dare. Raido’s teasing and the knowing looks. Dozens of almosts, constantly wishing that he’d said something, hating that he hadn’t. Wanting things to be different. He drew a quick breath. “What if it wasn’t all an act?” 

Kakashi arched one eyebrow skyward, lips pulling into a frown that Genma had to restrain himself from kissing back into a smile. “What do you mean?” 

“Hell, I’m too old for this shit.” Genma stepped into the remaining space between himself and Kakashi. The mask hung from the man’s fingertips, not quite back in place. It fluttered down in slow motion as Genma met Kakashi’s gaze without flinching. ““I don’t remember what I said last night, but I know what I needed to say. The only reason that Raido dared me to make a move on you is because he’s sick of me pining around like a lost puppy–his words, not mine.” 

Even without the mask, Kakashi’s expression remained unreadable. Genma let the words run away with him. “I don’t know when it happened, or what the hell happened. But, I know that something has changed.”

As the silence continued, Genma huffed out a breath. “I guess what I’m asking is if I could take you to dinner or something sometime.” 

“It’s a little early for dinner,” Kakashi observed, gaze flicking toward the window. His lips quirked into a smile that Genma wanted to memorize every facet of. “How about breakfast?”