[MelloMelon]

When the lecture started in sincerity, the silver-haired jounin's shoulders slumped, disappointed that he had not quite managed to avoid the inevitable after all. When Gai got going on one of his monologues it was difficult to interject or dissuade him from it until it was well and truly over (or the hot-blooded man had to pause for breath). Kakashi stared half-lidded at his comrade as he was scolded like some genin fresh out of the academy, feeling smaller and smaller, until he felt as though he was looking from under the Blue Beast's blue sandal and wheelchair, fearing being flattened.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his head, and sighed, raising a gloved hand every now and again to interject, "Now, Gai-", "Anou na-", "Hey-", but as always, when his rival was on his box, there was nothing to do but let him finish. Or tire himself out. Kakashi was already tired of it, so hopefully Gai would sense that and follow his lead – might even consider going for some dango or oden, or a couple of drinks with him~?

As the last Hatake stared back into Might's determined dark eyes, his shoulders slumped down further still. Probably not, though...

The unease in his gut was niggling him. The jounin in the mask hadn't felt this precise kind of awkward for years. He looked up into the overhanging trees as Gai went on, thinking back. When had he last felt this?

Was it THAT time?

Yeah... must've been that time he'd found those cigarettes lying around in the training grounds when he was at the academy. A bored young overachiever with few friends (barring one cute dropout who followed him around like a lost puppy when he wasn't trying his best to just barely get by), the Hatake brat had taken them home, confident his father wouldn't be back for another day or so. He'd lit one up, and almost died when his dad had cheerfully called him from the sliding front door– he smiled softly under his mask as he recalled how he'd frantically waved the smoke around in their living room uselessly, futilely – staring with bulging eyes at his dad's smiling turned gaping mouth, knowing he was done for. Knowing he hadn't a leg to stand on.

Knowing he was getting spanked.

The fond memory forced a flush from him that his mask couldn't quite hide, and he kneaded the back of his head. Gai wasn’t gonna let this go, huh? He narrowed his eyes and heaved a long-suffering sigh. He was used to the hot-blooded shinobi’s mind now as if it were his own, and therefore knew he was in hot water,

“Gai-kun…” he chided, raising a silver eyebrow, “we’re not kids anymore. Problems can’t be solved with… well, that.” If only. He couldn’t count on 50 shinobi fingers how many times he had wanted to solve a runaway shinobi or colleague discipline problem with a good spanking, but now that kind of swift comeuppance was pretty frowned upon.

He looked to his rival and his eyes smiled, trying again to wheedle the hot-blooded shinobi out of his current agenda in favour of his own, “How about I treat you to some dango?” he blinked when Gai just stared and smirked. He tried again, beginning to sweat under his mask, “Or when I’m on leave we’ll go to that nice hot spring we went to that time, remember?” the silver-haired man leaned down and placed his gloved palms on both of the wheelchair armrests, his dark eyes warm, and he almost purred, “It was fun, right?” he tilted his head, the Blue Beast’s personal space well and truly invaded, as Kakashi went on sultrily, “…Felt pretty good, right?”

He smiled again, under his mask. The Copy Ninja was an expert shinobi mimic, and didn’t need the Sharingan to employ the tactics of many a Konoha brat in avoiding a well-deserved (at least from Might’s perspective, anyways~) punishment.