K-1

'To: Atlantis.'

Kakashi leaned back into his armchair and reread the message once again. He hesitated for a while, frowning heavily and gritting his teeth in concentration. Finally, he changed the word 'amazing' to more neutral and preserved 'amusing' and pressed the send button.

Now, he did it.

The butterflies woke up again and began fluttering inside his stomach, making him aware he was restless. Gosh! Kakashi leaned forward and reread the sent message.

Oh no. It didn't look as good as a moment ago. Shit. He should do it another way! What if they won't like his suggestion? Or find it uninteresting? Or think that him writing that message was disturbing?

A whine escaped Kakashi's lips and he jumped up. He should have known better. It was so silly of him. They will definitely ignore him now. They won't write him back, ever!

Fine, he is a fool.

No, awful! Kakashi whined again, brought his hands to his face and hid it in his palms, shaking his head. So silly!

"Dzing-zing!"

Kakashi froze, slowly turned his head to the side and looked down. The blue indicator blinked, reporting the incoming message. Kakashi's eyes narrowed. He dropped back into the armchair and quickly opened the message.

He sighed, relieved.

Inside, there was a smile for him. Meaning, they were not angry, nor annoyed. Because, when they were annoyed, they could be very strict, really.

Kakashi smiled fondly. The hope for the best slowly spread like a warm wave through his body.

"Dzing-zing!"

Another message appeared on the screen. Kakashi's palms became sweaty and his fingers trembled as he clicked to open it.

They... accepted! They accepted! His offer was accepted!

'Where do I meet you?' stood shining in front of his happy eyes.

Kakashi jumped up, ran a circle around his table, formulating an appropriate answer, and, skipping joyfully, returned to his armchair. Accurately, he typed the information about the meeting place and leaned back, rereading it. Then, biting his lower lip, he leaned forward, added 'see you soon, Atlantis' and pressed the send button.

Immediately, the answer came: 'see you))'.

Now it was done. At long last, hooray!

"What am I, behaving like a teenager here?" Kakashi wondered aloud, remembering that he was a full-grown man in his thirties.

It didn't matter though.

Kakashi lazily stretched in his armchair and hummed approvingly, feeling he was the happiest man in the world.

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Iruka squinted at his phone. It was lifeless.

He checked for messages again, even though he knew perfectly well there were no new messages for him.

That was frustrating! Why won't they write? Were they busy? Or, maybe, they had better things to do then to send him messages? Now, should he write instead?

Frustrated, Iruka opened the message form.

'To: Odin777.'

He paused, hesitating how to write it. A cold wave went down his spine; he shuddered and fidgeted in his uncomfortable chair.

No, he couldn't take the initiative! No, he could not!

The bell rang.

Iruka deleted the unfilled message form.

With that, Iruka's teaching day started. Yesterday he gave the kids homework - to learn two poems by heart. Most of the kids didn't manage to learn any, and were reciting complete nonsense save for the rhythm of the verses. Iruka listened to all of it silently, as if in a daze, and didn't interrupt. Therefore, kids already decided they'd pass without efforts.

But after they were done with the fooling game, Iruka gave them a hard time. At the end of the day they were begging him to stop cross-examine them already and promising to learn everything without fail for tomorrow. Iruka smirked evilly, he wasn't nearly done with them!

Right that moment Iruka's phone croaked.

In amazement, the students watched their teacher's face brighten and a silly smile stretch his lips as he quickly grabbed the phone and stealthily looked who the messenger was.

"Class, dismissed!" Iruka announced, hungrily eyeing his phone and aching to open that long awaited message. "I hope you learned your lesson." Iruka felt his cheeks start to burn and heart beat faster.

As soon as the last kid left the classroom, Iruka hastily opened the message.

'Hi there. I know an amusing place near the old town. Would you like to join me for a dinner?'

Iruka squeezed the poor phone and pressed it to his chest.

"Finally!" he squealed.

Quickly, he formed a new message.

'To: Odin777.'

He speculated for a moment, and then sent them a smile - for starters.