#howlingthunder

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●●●●○ | ATTRACTION (that's a handsome, handsome man who's sexier when he's a little hard to get)

●●●●● | AFFECTION (that's his HUSBAND! that he has to pick up from the office because he's overworking and not coming home wtf)

●●●●● | INTEREST (very interested. thinks about him every hour.)

●●●●● | LOYALTY (obv will do absolutely ANYTHING for him)

●●●●○ | TRUST (gotta keep an eye out for pranks...)

Gai is not opposed to public displays of affection; weird looks and unwelcome comments are something he’s become rather impartial to. That’s just how it is when you grow up with a father like that, a face like that, and an early lack of success in the fine shinobi arts.

Beast face, bushy brows, pervert in spandex. He’s kind of heard it all.

What he doesn’t quite like is when the shit-talking blows in his rival’s direction. It’s something he should be just as used to. It’s been going on nearly as long as Gai’s been talked down to. But rivalry can be a sweet thing, wherein a man can condone grievances against himself, but not against his cherished rival.

Isn’t that the Rokudaime? Gai hears. He should have a little more decorum. Drunk in public, with another man.

@howlingthunder said | You're not going anywhere, you have a fever!

Dark crimson lashes fluttered as she turned her gaze towards him. Cheeks warm to the touch, yet her complexion was still pale. Her normal playful bite was dulled and replaced with exertion. Yet, despite it all, a smile still tugs across the woman's lips. Hand planting firmly on her hip as a long, drawn-out hum slipped free.

❝ Eh? Are you going to get Naruto from school instead, then? I promised him I would walk him home today. ❞

It's sweet that he cares enough to scold her. It made her want to tease him just a bit longer. If only she had the energy to do so. Maybe she's been putting too much pressure on herself lately. Caring for the young Uzumaki she had adopted was a considerable amount of work, but worth it. There was a part of her that worried that if he saw her in such a state, he might panic and fret too much over her health. That poor, tiny boy has been through enough trauma as it was.

"It'll put you in danger," Sasuke says quietly, for now stopping in his sidestepping Kakashi, and standing still. "I'm not underestimating you, or saying you're not one of the strongest shinobi. But this is not something I'm going to involve you in." His tone is firm, even if there's an edge of emotion in it.

It's a set of ramen bowls with hand painted dolphins on the inside. When they are full, it looks like the dolphins are jumping out of the ramen.

He knew Kakashi had a mission so he wasn't expecting to see him until he got back (that hadn't stopped him from staying up a little longer than usual just incase, a decision that paid off in the end,) so the man getting there before the day ended, was gift enough for Iruka.

He was doubly delighted by the ramen bowls though, unwrapping them carefully, and gushing over each one with equal excitement.

"I love these!"

Too easy.

Gai sets the cookie on his forehead, and, with arms extended to his full wingspan for balance, he bends his knees … … and explodes straight up! The cookie soars in the air, flips once, twice, before Gai catches it between his teeth, growling in victory like a good dog winning at fetch.

He chomps down the cookie, whole. Three struggling chews, then he swallows, chokes a little at the size of the bite, and coughs into his fist when he’s done. Gai straightens with watery eyes, trying to look smug.