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It was strange staying home on a Wednesday without calling in. Still, he wasn’t about to complain, not when he had a cup of hot chocolate in hand and Kakashi’s arms around him. They were stretched out on the couch, a blanket over their legs and Iruka’s back against Kakashi’s chest. Kakashi was reading – thankfully not any of the Icha Icha books, it seemed to be about samurai in the old days from the few bits he’d caught – while Iruka dozed lightly, enjoying the quiet.

“Kakashi?”

“Hmm.” Kakashi’s chest rumbled beneath him. A page turned.

“Is there anyone you usually spend Christmas with?” Did Kakashi still have family he spent time with? He remembered hearing about Kakashi’s father’s death but he couldn’t remember if Kakashi’s mother was still alive or not.

“No, not really. Sometimes Gai stops by, or I go visit some of the other jounin.”

“Hmm.” Would Kakashi want to spend Christmas with him? They’d been spending so much time together recently. He was probably worrying about nothing. Maybe he could go with Kakashi to visit his friends.

“How about you?”

“It’s usually just me and Naruto.”

“Did you want to spend Christmas with me?”

Iruka looked up slowly, smiling. Apparently they were thinking the same thing. “Yeah, I would.”

“Y’know, we’re both orphans, so would you like to be my family, Iruka?”

He couldn’t help the blush that swept across his face. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Good. So would I.”

Kakashi turned the page. Iruka close his eyes, still smiling.

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