'I 'm going to work. ' The sun isn 't even peering over the horizon yet, but Toshiro is up and moving already. Kakashi grunts from the bed, silver hair a bird 's nest and eyes peering bleary from a pile of blankets. Toshiro snickers and leans over the sleepy man, pressing a kiss to the scarred part of Kakashi 's brow.

Kakashi brushes his fingers across Toshiro 's wrist, coming further into wakefulness. 'How long is your shift? '

'Twelve hours. ' He sighs. 'You got a mission? '

'D ranks. ' The Copy Nin sighs gustily. 'With the little terrors. '

Toshiro laughs softly, tying his hair up into the usual tight bun. 'You love them, don 't even try to lie. '

Kakashi grunts again and pulls the covers up over his head.