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"Kakashi — what do you think you're doing?" Iruka asked, pinching the bridge of his nose exasperatedly.
Kakashi smiled, a slow, sweet little thing.
It was bad enough when he smiled like that behind his mask; with the constellation of freckles across his nose and that one canine that snagged on his lip all on display, Iruka melted.
Yeah, Kakashi knew exactly what he was doing, the monumental brat.
"You're covered in crumbs, you delinquent," Iruka said, feigning disappointment as he climbed up onto the bed to swipe the crackers Kakashi had shoved, obviously, beneath the blanket.
Kakashi's smile only grew.
