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Iruka very carefully ignored the giggling coming from the corner as he changed. Kakashi was very lucky this costume hadn’t been designed for weapons or the jounin would have had a kunai in his throat by now.

“If you don’t shut up, there will be no more sex.”

The room fell silent instantly. Threats worked well where violence failed, and threats of withholding sex were particularly potent.

“So, why exactly are you wearing that?” Mirth still filled Kakashi’s voice.

Iruka blushed as he finished buttoning the coat. He hardly did the outfit justice considering how thin he was, and he couldn’t bring himself to wear the fake beard.

“It’s for the children. Today’s the last day before break, and I always hand out presents after lunch break.”

“And you couldn’t do that in your normal clothes?”

He probably could have, but it wouldn’t feel the same. “The children like it.” He would not pout. Santa did not pout. “Why are you in the teacher’s lounge anyways?” He’d locked the door when he’d come in here to change, but for some reason Kakashi had already been in here, napping on one of the couches.

“The couches are comfortable.”

How long had Kakashi been sneaking into the Academy lounge during school hours? He wondered if any of the other teachers had noticed.

“Don’t you have a mission to go do?”

“Nope! It’s a slow time of year, so unless I want to take on genin level assignment…”

Iruka snorted. “You could probably do twenty of those and still be back for dinner.”

“Exactly, which is why I figured a nap might be a better use of my time.”

“Right.” Iruka checked his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. He looked silly, but it was the good kind of silly. He could live with that. The sack of presents next to the couch was slung over his shoulder before he unlocked the door.

“Hey, Iruka, if you wear that home, can I sit on your lap and ask for a present?”

Iruka slammed the door behind him, not even dignifying that with a response.

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