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sunshineverse2015-01-04 11:38 pm
not_thedragon) wrote in sunshineverse2015-01-04 11:38 pm
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[01/08; closed]
Who: Iruka and Sasuke
When: January 8th, after regular Academy hours
Where: Iruka's office
Notes: Sasuke is old enough to take responsibility for the littler Uchiha now. Sort of.
'Act normal', Obito had said, and Sasuke had initially been concerned as to what exactly constituted normal. Apparently, he shouldn't have worried; he'd evidently been so convincing that Mikoto felt perfectly comfortable drawing him aside to put a note from the Academy, of all places, into his hand. She'd been wearing that particular expression that meant that the request was clear even though the words out of her mouth were: "You remember Fumiko-chan, of course? Her parents are out of town, and this note is urgent, so ..."
He'd agreed before she'd even finished, well-versed in Mikoto's various methods of request that all amounted to no-protests-booked orders, usually without ever actually inserting an imperative.
So it was that he found himself in front of Iruka's office door for the first time since he'd graduated from the Academy himself. The entire place felt bizarrely small, all the lockers and weaponry lining the halls child-sized, and somehow -- far more distant than it had been even last year, last month.
"Iruka-sensei," he called, knocking. He was here at the appointed time, but perhaps he'd be lucky and Iruka would have grown forgetful after years of handling screaming children and wouldn't be in. "It's Uchiha Sasuke."
When: January 8th, after regular Academy hours
Where: Iruka's office
Notes: Sasuke is old enough to take responsibility for the littler Uchiha now. Sort of.
'Act normal', Obito had said, and Sasuke had initially been concerned as to what exactly constituted normal. Apparently, he shouldn't have worried; he'd evidently been so convincing that Mikoto felt perfectly comfortable drawing him aside to put a note from the Academy, of all places, into his hand. She'd been wearing that particular expression that meant that the request was clear even though the words out of her mouth were: "You remember Fumiko-chan, of course? Her parents are out of town, and this note is urgent, so ..."
He'd agreed before she'd even finished, well-versed in Mikoto's various methods of request that all amounted to no-protests-booked orders, usually without ever actually inserting an imperative.
So it was that he found himself in front of Iruka's office door for the first time since he'd graduated from the Academy himself. The entire place felt bizarrely small, all the lockers and weaponry lining the halls child-sized, and somehow -- far more distant than it had been even last year, last month.
"Iruka-sensei," he called, knocking. He was here at the appointed time, but perhaps he'd be lucky and Iruka would have grown forgetful after years of handling screaming children and wouldn't be in. "It's Uchiha Sasuke."
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"Yes," he agreed, in lieu of getting into more detail. "Is there anything else you want me to emphasize with her?"
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That sounded reasonably like what a parent-teacher conference should close with, he figured, and added just in case: "Thank you for meeting with me, Iruka-sensei."
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