K-3.

Kakashi stared out of the window, not really noticing the scenery. He was thinking where he was going.

It was all about Iruka. He summarized how he liked the man a lot, how he wanted to spend his time with him, how he enjoyed his company, forgetting about everything else around when he felt his warmth near.

Kakashi's hand moved forward. He touched the cold glass with his fingertips.

Kakashi was absolutely convinced he needs Iruka in his life. Nevertheless, he wasn't sure Iruka needs such a strange person like him in his very normal life.

Iruka could have anyone, really. He turned out to be a perfect creature, a companion of Kakashi's dreams. If Iruka wished to be free of Kakashi, Kakashi would guaranty him his wish. On the other hand, Kakashi was well aware he would do anything to get Iruka and hold him closely, only for his own use.

It was selfish. Sometimes, Kakashi's selfish demands scared even himself.

What he didn't want for sure, was to hurt Iruka, or to make him unhappy. If anything, he wished Iruka to be the happiest man in the world. Meaning, if Iruka could be the happiest while being with Kakashi, who, obviously, will be very happy with him. Kakashi wondered if Iruka needed him in his life. If he wanted Kakashi's attention at all. So far, it looked like Iruka really enjoyed Kakashi's company. Just that wasn't enough for Kakashi, though. For Kakashi, he'd like to make Iruka completely his, exclusively his. Not by force, of course, but hopefully it could be possible by mutual agreement. If not, then...

He should ask Iruka directly about it. But, he was so scared!

Kakashi growled and bumped his head against the window's frame.

He became so obsessed it was already shameful. Although he didn't care about any shame when it concerned Iruka, he realized he must look ridiculously funny. Kakashi was obsessed with Iruka since they got hooked virtually, he was completely crazy about him even then. He thought it was to the very limit. However, after he met Iruka in person, his state worsened. He desired to be near Iruka, touch him, wrap him in his arms, tighten them around him and never let go.

Kakashi's head moved and he bumped it against the window's frame again.

The pain was normally useful, while it cleared the one's mind. It didn't help Kakashi this time. He let out a long suppressed sigh and straightened. He needed to clear his mind, quickly, but couldn't so far. He must find a distraction. But, his thoughts would just always return to Iruka.

In his life, Kakashi had experiences with many things. Some of them were not at all legible; some of them, if revealed, pulled a shame on him; some were too unchaste to mention aloud.

Was he good for Iruka? Probably not. Nevertheless, he wished he could be, he had to, at least, try it. If he doesn't give it at least a try, he'd regret it and definitely hate himself for the rest of his life.

Kakashi raised his hands, placed them at the nearest wall and slowly stretched his spine.

He should try; he definitely should try!

Gathering all his courage in a tight fist, he went to the table for his phone. He opened a new message form and hurriedly tapped several words.

Without rereading the message, very much afraid he can chick out, he sent it away.

His phone buzzed, symbolizing the message was delivered.

Kakashi closed his eyes as the sever realization hit him. Not enough!

He felt his whole body suddenly cover in cold sweat.

Oh no! He was such a fool sometimes! His fingers trembled as he typed another message.

As soon as Kakashi sent it, he saw the incoming message appear on his screen.

A message from Iruka.

Kakashi fell back onto the depth of his armchair and bit his lower lip.

He bit it even harder when he opened the message. It said 'Oh gosh, are you serious?' and definitely was sent before Iruka received the second message.

Yes, Kakashi was dead serious.

Should he already write about it, or better wait until Iruka reads and answers the second message?

What if Iruka won't answer?

Kakashi liked how Iruka always replied to his messages immediately. Kakashi himself wasn't that punctual and accurate though. He could forget about some messages, he could ignore them. Iruka never ignored him so far, and replied operatively.

However, there always can be the first time for everything, right?

Kakashi straightened and his head began to move towards the table, with intention to bump into it. The phone buzzed.

Kakashi's head stopped two centimeters from the table's surface.

The phone escaped his sweaty fingers and fell on the carpet.

Kakashi jumped up, crawled under the table, found the phone.

It was off. Kakashi growled angrily as he was making efforts to turn it on with terribly trembling fingers. On his all fours, under his low table, he was cursing himself for this sudden clumsiness and wondering what exactly was there in that message Iruka sent him?

Finally, Kakashi managed to make the phone work and opened the message. His heart was thumping hard in his chest. His eyes focused on the small letters his whole life depended on.

'I don't know what I'd do to you if it's a joke, but... Kakashi, I'd like to. Yes.'

Kakashi yelped.

He moved up, this time unintentionally, bumped his head into the table with an enormous energy of a very spirited man, and made the table fall to the side.

He sat there, smiling the silliest smile possible and staring at Iruka's message.

'Yes' stood there.

Iruka sent him a 'Yes'!

Warmth spread through Kakashi's body as he fell back to the floor and stretched his muscles. Everything was going to be good from now on.

I-3.

Iruka was waiting again. He didn't want to, so he pretended he didn't care. Nevertheless, he still waited. For him to be so frustrated about someone, it was for the very first time.

With his pen-mate, Iruka had some nice experiences. Nice and not so nice experiences, too, but still, Iruka wasn't angry, it was all good.

Okay, Kakashi wasn't simply a pen-mate anymore. They spent a whole weekend together! They had a lot of fun, they held hands and kissed, and even...

Iruka's cheeks began to burn as the memory popped out in his head. It was all about Kakashi's tender touches and kisses, his pale body flushing and pressing tight against Iruka's, his bold fingers tracing patterns on Iruka's skin...

Iruka's groin warmed immediately, and he had to remind himself he was in academy and his students were currently writing an essay and could see him any minute they decided to raise their eyes and focus on his humble figure on their way for looking for inspiration on the ceiling.

He couldn't allow himself to be embarrassed in front of kids he took care of.

To calm his slowly hardening flesh, he reminded himself Kakashi didn't contact him since he abandoned him in the hotel room.

For almost five whole days!

Iruka felt pathetic.

Did he forget about Iruka? It was possible, and always worked perfectly.

Well, the fact was, Kakashi had his fun with Iruka.

Maybe Iruka did go all the way with him, but it was not because Iruka was a slut, it was because he really liked the silver-haired man! Still, he could say Kakashi used him as he wished, to his heart's content. Now, he didn't need Iruka anymore, he could find someone else, anyone.

Probably, some savage blond chick on high hills.

Who exactly was Iruka to loose time with? He was a simple teacher. An average person.

Yes, he was ready to give everything he had, all his stored tenderness and warmth no one demanded before, away for the person who'd ask for it. Moreover, as he already admitted – he liked the silver-haired man, he really did!

However, it seemed Kakashi forgot about him.

It was so typical.

Iruka sighed and looked at his hard-working students. Then his gaze travelled to the edge of his desk, where his phone rested, lifeless. As soon as Iruka's eyes fell on the phone, the screen lighted up.

Incoming message.

Iruka's heart began to beat faster.

He hurriedly straightened in his chair and almost made it fall over.

Several students' heads raised and eyes focused on him.

Iruka froze, waiting for them to return to their essays and dying to open the message.

Was it from Kakashi? Iruka hoped it was.

He was offended Kakashi didn't send him anything for five days.

But, maybe, he was busy? Something work-related. It could be forgiven, right?

Finally, Iruka decided he couldn't wait any longer, ignored his curiously staring students, reached for his phone and opened the message.

'Would you marry me?' stood there.

Iruka frowned in disbelief and looked at the sender.

It was from Kakashi.

Iruka gave out a nervous giggle.

His students immediately looked up at him.

"It's not allowed to use the phone in the classroom, Iruka-sensei", one of the students said. Just the same way Iruka usually told them to not use their phones during the lessons.

Iruka stared back at his students, completely dumbfounded, not quite realizing what was happening.

Was Kakashi joking?

Iruka gulped.

"This is an emergency!" he managed to say in unnecessarily loud voice. "Continue your work, please. You have only fifteen minutes left."

As soon as his students returned to writing their works, Iruka created a new message.

'Oh gosh, are you serious?' he typed in a hurry, immediately sent it, and the very next second got another message.

It was also from Kakashi.

'Sorry for the hurry, but let's do it sometime next week? The sooner the better! ;)'

Iruka's fingers were trembling while he was typing his 'Yes'.

He didn't want to believe Kakashi could play such a cruel joke on him.

Well, if he likes to play, Iruka could surely play along.

And, yes, he wanted to!

Finally, Iruka relaxed in his chair and gave out a sigh of relief.

He will see.

No, from now on – they will see.