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"No Yuugao-senpai, you can NOT fill Tenzou-senpai's ANBU gear with whipped cream." Itachi said wearily.
When Itachi had signed up for ANBU, this was not what he was expecting, honestly. His team was a mess. He had expected that his role model, the captain of Team Ro, the prodigious Sharingan no Kakashi, would be able to keep this misfit of a team in line, but he was worse. So, of course, Itachi stood up and became an eleven year old parent to four highly dangerous, highly chaotic teenagers. Well, at least he had the Aburame.
(No, no he didn't. That asshole abused his position as an adult and gave permission to almost anything. But no one really went to him, because everyone was somehow deathly scared of inects. Insects. He sighed.)
"But why not? He sent a love letter to Hayate, a love letter I tell you!"
"Well, you can continue to call him plant boy or tree baby if you want?" Desperation was evident at this point.
"No that's boring. You are no fun kohai, I'll go ask Taicho instead." With that, and a dramatic flip of the hair, Yuugao was out, evil cackling echoing off the walls.
Screams and curses were heard all across the village the next day, with screeches ranging from oh I smell like a cake to Fuck you Kakashi-senpai to truckloads of apologies to Yuugao.
(In a completely unrelated incident, Yuugao received a reply to that letter, and now another power couple is walking the streets of Konoha.)