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Iruka picked the dress shirt up and studied it. It was such a pale shade of gray that it was nearly white. He bought it. He knew that it was probably a bad idea seeing as he didn't really have anywhere to wear it. Still it was gray, and for that reason alone he couldn't resist.
He walked home, smiling and clutching the bag, his eye wandering the sky. The clouds gathered, deep gray and heavy with promised rain. The weather seemed to be conspiring against him with fate.
His stomach growled and he glanced around, trying to decide where to eat. A aged, wood-framed food stall caught his eye. Normally it wouldn't have stood out, but today the deep gray drew his attention. He ducked inside. When his food was served, he sat staring at the way the gray ceramic plate made the food seem even more colorful with it's subtle hue.
It wasn't until the other sat down across from him that he even noticed his presence. He looked up only to find himself lost in the deep gray of the man's single, visible eye. "Did you say something Kakashi-sensei?"
The jounin rubbed the back of his neck, drawing Iruka's attention to the silver hair. "Ah, just that you seemed a bit lost in your thoughts. Is there something troubling you, Iruka-sensei?"
"No." Iruka sighed, resigning himself to his fate. "I was just thinking that it seems very... gray out today."
Kakashi looked at him puzzled. "I suppose your right. It does look like we'll be getting some rain soon. That's too bad, I was enjoying the sunshine."
"I like the rain," Iruka said smiling, not bothering to look outside where it was just now beginning to drizzle.
Kakashi laughed, shaking his head. "Really?"
"Mmmhmm... didn't you know, gray's my favorite color," he said, his eyes never straying from the other's face.
"Oh?" Kakashi seemed confused and then understanding lit his face and he actually blushed.
Iruka could just see the light pink color peeking above the dark blue mask.
"Oh..." Kakashi repeated.
And, for a moment Iruka thought maybe pink wasn't such a bad color either.