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if not too late... iruka/kurenai/asuma going camping? and maybe a slightly too small tent lol :D

;) oh no. Whatever will they do?

Asuma sighed, lighting up another cigarette. He didn’t know what those chuunin at the assignments desk were thinking when they assigned this team. Two jounin and a chuunin, one of which was basically a babysitter, to go and appease the daimyo. It didn’t make a lick of sense, especially when they were told to head out today and arrive in three days, which is thrice the time it would take to actually get there.

On top of that, they were barely given enough resource permissions for one fully grown shinobi, let alone three. They were given half a normal ration- enough for the half a day trip that it usually took to get to the daimyo, but pathetic for the three required days- a tent that could pretty much only fit Konohamaru in it, and three whole kunai. It was lucky that they’d been able to keep whatever they already had on them or else they’d be completely defenseless should they be attacked.

And Asuma hadn’t even mentioned his companions.

He didn’t mind working with Kurenai- she was sharp of mind and held sharper genjutsu, almost up there with the cultivated talent of a Sharingan, so he felt safe in her presence. Iruka... was a different story.

Asuma did really like the man, but... more in a “I’d trust you with any future children of mine and maybe i’d let you sleep on my shoulder” way, not a “I’ll let you guard me while I sleep in dangerous territory” way. Hell, he didn’t even trust Kurenai like that.

But travelling with Iruka did have it’s perks. He seemed to have been a bundle of anxiety ever since leaving the village, and had offered to scavenge for dinner food as soon as Kurenai said they should make camp, and then had made a rather delicious mushroom and meat stew. He’d set up camp, built the fire, carved a wooden pot and lacquered it with more speed Asuma thought truly possible, and was now diligently washing dishes in the nearby stream.

“It’s like having a ninja-housewife. Or a maid.” Asuma commented quietly to Kurenai. She snorted, shaking her head.

“He’s feeling guilty that we were put on the same team as him. I heard he’d asked for vacation for a little while, three days to be exact, and the Hokage saw fit to put him on a “vacation” mission instead. And then got put with two jounin, who, in his mind, have better things to be doing.” She said, low voice soothing a bit of Asuma’s irritation- and then it was his turn to snort.

“Better things to do... like what? Babysitting the royal brat? Take on a genin team? Wrangle the village children? Or risk our lives to assassinate someone? If they hadn’t given us such shit rations and parameters, I would be having the time of my life!” Asuma exclaimed, chortling along with Kurenai. They fell silent as Iruka came closer, washed dishes in hand and looking no less nervous than he did when he’d found out about this mission.

“Uhm, I know it’s getting late n’ all, but the tent is kinda small. I’m gonna try and weave something out of the branches and stuff to add onto it a bit, but it might take a while so just go to sleep for now and I’ll let you know when it’s done.” He said meekly, fidgeting with the pots. It occurred somewhere in Asuma’s mind that jounin, being as rare in the public eye as they are, probably intimidated Iruka to a large extent- especially when he hung around jounin like Kakashi, who could be erratic at best. In Asuma’s silence, Kurenai spoke up.

“Oh, but Sensei, this was supposed to be your vacation, was it not? It would be incredibly rude of us to deprive you of a good sleep in such a time. Just join us for now, and tomorrow morning you can do that. We have three days to kill, after all.” She purred, and Asuma pondered at what she implied. ‘Join us’... sneaky, cheeky bastard. Asuma wasn’t wholly opposed to cuddling up to this cute little sensei though, especially when he made such an expression at the prospect...

Fuck. He pinched his arm in a futile attempt to see if Kurenai had caught him in a genjutsu. He was not getting a crush on the glorified babysitter, no way. But Kurenai had other plans.

“Come now, it’s practically midnight already. Let’s call it in for a night- I’ll take first watch.” She said, non-too-kindly pushing Asuma toward the tent and grabbing Iruka on her way. The poor sensei looked more distraught than Asuma thought the situation was really worth, but then again, the prospect of cuddling up to the cute man in that small tent was becoming more and more pleasing as they walked. In a feat of surprising strength, Kurenai tossed the two men inside and climbed in after them.

“Hmph. I thought you were keeping watch?” Asuma said, definitely not pouting.

“The ravens are watching for me, plus it’s cold out there. I think it would be much warmer in here, don’t you?” She said, mischievous light dancing in her too-red eyes. Iruka let out an adorable squeak as Kurenai sandwiched him between Asuma and herself, Asuma taking the opportunity to innocently wrap his arms around the smaller mans shoulders. He was so cozy to hold on to, and smelled like fresh flowers- gifts from the Yamanaka no doubt, for tolerating their children all these years.

Asuma startled when he heard soft snoring, and looked down to see that Iruka had fallen asleep right there in his arms, uncaring for the cigarette smoke he was right underneath. He couldn’t help but grin, and watched as Kurenai cuddled up closer to the sensei.

Yeah, this was good.

#Iruka Umino #Asuma Sarutobi #kurenai yuhi #iruka/kurenai/asuma #iruasukure #or whatever this ship name is #fluff #sharing a tent #iruka fic #asuma fic #kurenai fic

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