Being a teacher was already tough: kids and their parents (especially the latter ones) would always get on his nerves somehow. It was especially hard with smaller kids; mostly, they weren't mean or spoilt much, but they were too little to pay attention for long or control their bodies and impulses. Of course, someone would vomit or pee themselves, or a boy hits a girl, gets punished by Iruka, and then his awful mom or dad would come and yell at Iruka for "traumatizing" a kid. And now, there was this new teacher, a young one, sent to teach the kids genjutsu. The teacher was disabled and had trouble asserting ehr authority because of their limp; they were still a bit clueless about many things, but genuinely trying to work hard and by kind to everyone. Iruka liked them; more than he usually liked his colleagues. So they hung out sometimes, drinking tea and laughing at some stupid jokes. Unfortunately, that day, after their class with the older students, the twelve-year-olds, Iruka found them crying in a broom closet. Immediately, Iruka squatted down and gave them a kind smile. He pet them on the head, trying his best to share some of his warmth, and whispered. "What happened here, sweetie?"