Kakashi sat at the kitchen table, lazily stirring his coffee, hair still messy from sleep. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the small apartment he shared with Iruka. It was quiet—peaceful—the kind of morning they both treasured after long days of teaching.

Iruka emerged from the bedroom, already dressed for work, tie slightly crooked. Kakashi glanced up, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “You’re up early,” he murmured.

Iruka rolled his eyes fondly, walking over to fix Kakashi’s collar out of habit. “Some of us don’t sleep through alarms.”

Kakashi leaned into the touch, eyes soft behind his sleepy gaze. “Some of us just have better dreams.”

Iruka flushed lightly but didn’t reply, only brushing a kiss to Kakashi’s temple before grabbing his bag. Married life suited them—quiet, simple, full of small gestures and a comfort neither of them ever really expected to find.

“Dinner tonight?” Iruka asked at the door.

Kakashi nodded. “I’ll cook.”

Iruka arched a brow. “Something edible?”

Kakashi smirked. “No promises.”

And with that, Iruka was gone, and Kakashi sat there a moment longer, sipping his coffee and thinking—for a guy who never expected much from life, he’d gotten pretty lucky.