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Kakashi stretched his muscles, back popping, arms above his head. Next to him Iruka slept on, hardly moving despite the noise and rustling. It caused him to smile fondly. Iruka always was a heavy sleeper, especially on days when he had to work long nights at the mission desk and them come home to do grading.
There were ink stains on the fingers which clutched his pillow, red in the color of the pens he used to grade. He snored softly, his brown hair a mess around his shoulders. Kakashi smiled softly at the sight.
Iruka’s hair would be a mess in the morning, the strands tangled and knotted.
But for now, as Kakashi watched him sleep on softly, he felt calm at the sight.
Iruka trusted him. He trusted him and loved him. He cared enough to know that he would be safe in Kakashi’s presence, in this apartment of theirs, that he could sleep uninterrupted.
It was humbling.
It was nice.
It made Kakashi love Iruka all the more.
He stretched once again, yawning this time and twisting his head side to side, grimacing at the kkrk krrkk sounds of his neck cracking. Done with his morning stretches, he stood from the bed, tucking the blankets back around a sleeping Iruka and padded on silent feet towards the bathroom.
He entered the bathroom and splashed water on his face, used the facilities and stepped back out. The house was still quiet in the early morning, save for the sounds of Iruka’s snores in the bedroom, and the clatter of tiny, clawed feet on the tiles in the kitchen.
He entered it, not at all surprised to see Pakkun there.
“Yo, Boss.” Pakkun greeted, sitting back on his haunches. He looked towards the bedroom. “Sensei not up yet?”
Kakashi moved around him as he pulled open the fridge, checking the contents for breakfast. “No. He had a long night. See the papers on the table Pakkun?”
Pakkun padded over to the dining table that they rarely used, hopping on a chair to check the scattered papers there, all of them stacked into neat little piles.
“That’s a lot of homework. He gives them too much.”
Kakashi laughed as he shut the fridge door, some eggs held tight in his hands. “Yeah? I think so too, but you know Iruka doesn’t agree.” He set the eggs on the counter reaching out for a pan. “Omelets okay for breakfast?”
Pakkun raised a brow. “Why’re you asking me?”
Kakashi glanced at him over his shoulder as he set the pan on the stove before turning back to see to breakfast preparations.
The omelets were almost done, when Iruka arrived, yawning and barefoot, one hand combing through the tangles in his hair.
“Morning.” He greeted sleepily, acknowledging Pakkun’s presence with a nod.
He looked over at Kakashi, who stood by the stove, plating the last omelet down.
Kakashi turned to greet this tired, still sleepy husband of his.
“Good morning, my dear Iruka.”