Note: The prompt for this one was: "is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

Sakura closed the door to her apartment heavily and leaned against it, closing her eyes. She was so tired. The scheduled multiple surgeries had been enough to drain her, but Tsunade's sudden summons for Shizune meant that she needed to stay at the hospital for a second shift until the hospital's Chief Medical Officer had arrived for his shift at midnight. She had stumbled through Konoha with her eyes closed, limbs feeling like they were made of lead. If there was another invasion, Sakura might have just laid down in front of the enemy nin and let them cart her away.

She staggered toward her bedroom, shedding boots and weaponry as she went. Sakura spared a thought for a bath before realizing that she would probably drown in her state. She was about to fall into her bed when her tired brain realized that her foot was connecting with a large pile of cloth on the floor. She squinted down at it, not recognizing the black pants or torn flak vest.

That's funny, I don't think I've worn a flak vest since the war.

While she was still wondering at that, a groan came from her bed, where there was a suspiciously person-shaped lump. Sakura saw a muscled calf sticking out from the blanket, along with a bare shoulder and the tips of messy grey hair.

"Kakashi, is there is a reason you're naked in my bed?" She was too tired to be angry right now, but Sakura was sure she could muster up the energy later.

There was another groan and the lump theatrically rolled over to face her. She could see that he had managed to keep his mask on even though his other clothes were scattered around her bedroom. "Sakura-chan, I think I've been poisoned." He coughed dramatically and looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes. It had taken her years to get used to seeing both of them.

She stayed where she was, not impressed. "Really? And that poison led you to my apartment where you broke in and stripped down to take up my entire bed? Couldn't you have relegated your dying to my couch instead?"

"Maa, Sakura-chan is so mean! I am your Hokage, you know." Kakashi slowly moved into a vague sitting position and wrapped her duvet around his body like a robe.

"You were the Hokage, but now you're just an annoying man who is stealing my blankets."

"We could share." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, expression familiar to anyone who had seen him read Icha Icha.

"…Fine." She moved forward to tug the blanket from his shoulder, to his great surprise. He scrambled backward on the bed, hitting the wall.

"W-what? Sakura-chan, I was joking! We can't both be under here!"

Sakura gave him a flat look and her shoulders slumped. "Look, I'm not in the mood. I am so far past exhausted I might as well be dead. Let me under the blankets with you so I can sleep or go home."

Kakashi was still with shock and she took that as his answer. Sakura crawled onto her bed and grabbed the edge of her duvet from his slack fingertips, throwing it over herself. She murmured, "It's not like you have anything I haven't seen before," and patted his knee condescendingly. In the next breath, she was asleep.

Underneath his henge, Konohamaru was sweating bullets. Naruto, the mature leader of their entire village, had dared him to prank Sakura today after he had complained about being bored. Konohamaru had been anticipating screeching and hilarity, with a couple of dodged punches. Not this.

I think I'm in trouble now.