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Tenzou was enjoying a quiet evening at home. He'd been working on a jigsaw puzzle he'd bought a few days earlier - a beautiful picture of a tropical rainforest filled with all kinds of colourful birds; and after being stuck figuring out the last of the edge pieces, he had just decided to take a break and get some coffee.

He turned the jug on, and while he waited for it to boil, he added a heaped teaspoon of coffee to his mug, and a couple of spoonfuls of sugar, then went to the fridge to grab the milk. As he was searching for it, he felt a strange wind behind him, alongside a more intense atmosphere, and the sensation that he was being watched; and he mentally sighed. There was only one person who had the presence of an ANBU, and always used the window as a door…

"Evening, Senpai." Tenzou said, as he grabbed the milk. "Coffee, or tea?"

"Coffee, please - black, no sugar."

Tenzou made a face. He could never understand how Kakashi could drink it like that - it tasted awful.

"Alright." He said, a small smirk creeping on his face. "Go and sit at the table. I'll bring your poison over soon."

"Thanks." Kakashi replied, making his way to the dining room.

Tenzou glanced at him curiously. He had been expecting some kind of comeback for the coffee remark, but Kakashi hadn't acknowledged it at all. So that meant either he was here on more serious business, or something was on his mind. If it was serious business, he wouldn't have accepted coffee; so that meant something was bothering him, and he'd come here to talk about it. The only question now was what was so bad that Kakashi needed someone to talk to?

Tenzou finished making their drinks and brought them to the dining room where Kakashi had put his elbow on the table, and had rested his head in his hand, and was staring off into space with a troubled expression plastered on his face. He set his coffee in front of him; and he sat up straighter in the chair, now brought back to reality. He took a sip as Tenzou got himself seated; and when he was settled, too, he spoke. 

"You look kind of depressed." He said. "What's going on?"

"It's Iruka." Kakashi sighed. "I just… I don't know what to do…"

"Huh? What happened this time?" Tenzou asked. "Come to think of it, weren't you supposed to have a date with him tonight?"

"I did, but it didn't exactly go as planned..."

"How so?"

"Well, the date itself was nice - we had dinner at a nice restaurant, then spent the evening at the village gardens just chatting and enjoying each other's company before I walked him home; but he was giving me mixed signals the entire time, and now I don't know whether he likes me or not… I don't want to give up on him, but if he doesn't like me, what's the point?"

"Of course he likes you! Why would he go on a date with you if he didn't?"

"Because I…" Kakashi faltered. "Well…"


"I, ah… Um…"

"Spit it out, Senpai." Tenzou sighed. "What did you do?"

"I may not have specified that it was a date." Kakashi said hesitantly.

"Come on. No." Tenzou said in disbelief. "You didn't. You're messing with me."

He studied Kakashi's flushed face, instantly being able to tell that he was serious; and he buried his head in his hands and groaned.

"I cannot believe you right now." He mumbled. "You are an idiot."

"But I've been flirting with him, and making it pretty obvious. Surely, he'd get the hint anyway?" He debated, still unconvinced, himself.

"And what would you think if someone you were close to started flirting with you, and you didn't know that they were interested?"

"I... I guess I'd think they were..." Kakashi's voice trailed off as he realised what Tenzou was trying to say. "Joking... around..." He mumbled, his cheeks growing warm.


"Ahh, what did I do?" Kakashi moaned, crossing his arms on the table and burying his head into them. "Iruka will never go out with me, now!"

"Relax, Senpai - you have probably just confused him. All you need to do is ask him out on a date properly, or tell him how you feel about him, and everything will work itself out."

Kakashi lifted his head timidly.

"You really think so?"

"Of course." Tenzou assured. "I think he likes you; and if you make it clear that you like him, too, you have a real shot at being with him."

"Okay. I'll give it a go."

Kakashi reached for his cup.

"And hey..." Tenzou said with a teasing smirk. "In case you're too chicken to actually say anything, bring him flowers - there's no way he'll misinterpret that!"

"Flowers, huh..." He hummed, taking another sip of coffee.

Suddenly, an idea came to him; and he knew exactly what to do.