Title: Snow
Author: kirin-saga
Rated: G
Pairing: IruKaka
Summary: After a snow storm. IruKaka. Sorry, my mind drew a blank trying to come up with a summary.
A/N: I don't know why these fics are coming out in Iruka's POV. Iruka is actually the character I like the least in the whole fandom.
A/N2: This is probably the worst thing I've written in a while. I'm sorry for this low quality fic.
A/N3: I might not be able to reply to reviews until Friday/Saturday. I depends on if I can figure out how to from my phone.

Iruka cursed as he struggled through the deep snow on his way home from the Academy. 'Of all the times for a freak snow storm,' he mentally groused. If only it had happened on his day off, he would have been happier. Not completely, because he hated winter, but at least he wouldn't have to trudge through the freezing mess. As it was, he was still ten minutes from home at the pace he was going.

"You look miserable, Iruka-Sensei."

Iruka almost faceplanted in a snow drift at the unexpected voice of his lover and he turned to glare up at Kakashi. He had to look a lot higher than he normally did – Kakashi wasn't that much taller than him, it was that wild hair of his – and his glare turned into a confused frown as he lowered his gaze to Kakashi's feet. Which he could actually see while his own were buried beneath a foot of snow. He blinked.

Figures the great Hatake Kakashi would have the ability to walk on snow. Not only did the Copy-Nin know a ridiculous number of techniques, he also seemed made for winter. He never even got cold and continued to walk around wearing sandals and the standard uniform in even below-freezing temperatures. Iruka's glare returned.

Kakashi frowned at the shivering form of his lover, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. He always seemed to be doing something wrong this time of year and he could never figure out why everyone gave him such dirty looks. He never thought Iruka would look at him like that as well, but it looked like he was wrong.

Despite the small pang of hurt, Kakashi was more curious than upset and leaned over to look Iruka in the eye. Maybe the man would explain things to him. Kakashi frowned, though, when he noticed how flushed Iruka was. "You're all red. Are you sick?" That would explain Iruka's mood, the man's temper always shortened drastically when he wasn't feeling well.

Iruka twitched at the question and continued to glare at Kakashi. When all the Jounin did was stare curiously at him, not even noticing the falling snow clinging to his hair and clothes, Iruka felt himself snap.

Almost an hour later, he woke up on the living room couch, soaking wet with a runny nose and sore throat. A pouting, maskless, also soaking Kakashi stood over him holding a towel and Iruka's bathrobe, looking for all the world like a drowned cat. Iruka blinked in confusion, only flinching slightly when Kakashi dropped the towel and robe on top of him before stalking from the room. Iruka heard the bedroom door slam loudly and he finally remembered what had happened.

He had to admit, tackling Kakashi into the snow and shoveling slushy ice down his clothes might have been a little extreme, even if Kakashi had deserved it. It was worth it.

Even if he was sentenced to the couch for the foreseeable future.