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Kakashi opened the door to his flat in the Hokage Tower with a sigh. He didn’t spend much time here, well he spent most of his time at the office nowadays. Becoming Hokage might not have been his wish but at least he had been allowed to decide where to live. So, he used the flat designated for the Hokage only to store his cloak and hat. Like that, he could leave the Academy in a normal jonin uniform and wasn’t recognised on his way home. Well, he was still recognised, especially by his ninjas, but at least he didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. With a happy hum, he opened the Icha Icha Paradise II book on page 43 because he always opened Icha Icha Paradise II on page 43 when he only used it for show and buried his other hand in his pocket. Fortunately, the Hatake Estate, his home, wasn’t far.
“Tadaima!” he called when he opened the door and took off his shoes. “Okaeri,” he heard a shout from the living room so that’s where he turned to. He heard a tumble and a little laugh. When he opened the door, the sight that greeted him put a smile on his face and he pulled the mask down. Iruka was laying on his back and held their son in the air. The three-year-old wiggled his arms and legs happily. “To-chan,” he remarked when he turned his head to the newcomer.
“Good to see you, Minato.” Kakashi took his son into his arms. “How was your day?” Minato shrugged and stared at Kakashi’s collar bone.
“Okay”
Iruka got to his feet and sighed. “The kindergarten teacher is concerned about him not having any friends, but Minato doesn’t seem to be very bothered, so…” He looked at his mate with a lop-sided grin. “I would have made lunch, but I just came home like ten minutes ago.”
“And you still suck at cooking,” teased and kissed his alpha to apologise for his remark right away. “I’ll make us something quick.” Minato squirmed uncomfortably; he didn’t like being pressed between them.
Kakashi looked over at the wall opposite him which hung full of photographs. There was one of their wedding. One of Naruto’s wedding. One of Sakura’s and Sasuke’s wedding. There was a picture of a heavily pregnant, very tired looking Kakashi which only hung there because Iruka loved it so much. There was one of Iruka holding their newborn. There were some of Iruka hanging out with friends. One of Kakashi doing sit-ups with Guy. One of Shikamaru trying to bury his head in a pile of documents. One of a very annoyed Pakkun and a butterfly sitting on his nose. One of Minato’s first birthday. One of Kakashi’s inauguration ceremony. And many, many more that documented their life since the war. Since they had decided to mate. Photography was a hobby Kakashi picked up very early on and most of these photos had been taken by his photographer alias Sukea. In fact, there was even one of Kakashi eye-smiling and Sukea doing the piece sign in a selfie they had taken.
This was a life Kakashi had thought he would never have. And he didn’t know how long it would last. Good things never stayed for long. At least in his case they didn’t. But because he knew that he would appreciate every moment he had to enjoy it. And when all was set and done, he would still have these pictures to remember.
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could have been