KakaIru UnconsciousThe dark room was lit only by the pale moonshine coming through the white voile curtains hastily pulled shut across the window and the faint blue glow of the various bits of machinery that were scattered about the room. Each one hooked up to his jounin, each telling their own tale of whether he would live or die.KakaIru Unconscious6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As Iruka sat at Kakashi's bedside he wondered, wondered when it was that he had started to call Kakashi his own.
Of course he had known for months that the jounin liked him, what with all the various presents left on his desk, the casual chats in his apartment when Kakashi would drop in after a mission, no matter how dirty or tired he was. Then of course there were all the rumors and all of his fellow shinobi telling him so, as if it wasn't glaringly obvious already.
It had all been very nice and highly flattering to be the object of ones affection, but something had prevented Iruka from responding. And that something had been the fear of history repeating itself.