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Iruka rarely spoke of his origins. He wasn’t sure if it was because he just never liked talking about himself, or it was something else. Something deeper.
A lot of his memories of living in Kirigakure were distant and hazy, but he remembered starting his ninja training there before his parents moved to Konoha.
He didn’t realize for many years that they had left secretly, but it was sometime after his parents death and he had no one to ask about it. Sarutobi had a few vague details but for the most part it has been handled by Minato as the hokage.
Still it wasn’t something that made a difference to Iruka in his life. He was raised in Konoha and he was loyal to the village for taking care of him after his parents death. While his parents may not have died if they had still been in Kirigakure, he knew there would have been no such kindness there had they died in any other circumstances.
The only reminders that he had of his time were a handful of scars on his arms and chest. Most people didn’t even notice them but those that did he was able to just blame the clumsiness of his students who were still new to weapons training. They would never know that he’d been picked on and bullied by the other students.
“What are these?” Kakashi asked one night as he pushed up Iruka’s shirt. Iruka was nervous enough with this new relationship, even taking off his shirt was making him light headed.
“Just pre-genin mishaps,” Iruka brushed off as he tossed his shirt aside. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it satisfied most curious minds.
“Those don’t look right for our kunai.”
Iruka felt his heartbeat pick up; he’d never had to defend it any further.
“It’s nothing, I promise.” He leaned back in to continue making out with Kakashi hoping it’d be enough of a distraction.
They kissed with bits of tongue until they needed air again.
When they parted, Kakashi's attention went back to Iruka’s chest. A pale finger dragged against the worst scar, making Iruka shiver from the touch.
“Iruka, that’s from a serrated blade…”
“Kakashi, please it’s in the past, and I’d prefer it stay that way.”
Kakashi nodded, looking as if he’d stop but Iruka watched as his eyes darted back to Iruka’s scars.
“I just don’t want you to be afraid to tell me anything.”
Iruka let out a sigh, “I’m not…”
“Or afraid that I’d ever hurt you like that.”
“Ohh…” Iruka didn’t have any words.
He tried to say something a few times, but the words halted in his throat.
Kakashi tucked a stray hair behind Iruka’s ear before resting his hand on Iruka’s cheek. Iruka instinctively nuzzled into the touch.
“I’m not afraid of you Kakashi,” Iruka took a gulp of air before he continued, “I know you’re aware of my last relationship, and it was abusive, but it wasn’t physical. These aren’t from him. I got them from being bullied as a child. I wasn’t seen as strong enough or tough enough.”
“Konoha wouldn’t-“
“I wasn’t born here, I thought you of all people would have noticed that. Anyway…as I said it’s not important and I hope you understand why I don’t really like to talk about it.”
Kakashi pulled Iruka in for a kiss. “I understand,” he said before he laid a kiss at each old scar.
Iruka shivered as Kakashi’s hand traced down his spine, leading him to squirm in Kakashi’s lap. Their hardened erections rubbing against each other as Iruka had to make a decision on how far tonight was going to go.