Watching Ryouma bolt half-naked through the door like a brand new mountain’s worth of demons had just risen up and gotten fresh with him, was almost worth the price of admission. Outside in the hallway, someone yelped, “Hey!”

“Sorry!” Ryouma called back, voice rapidly dwindling.

Kakashi snickered softly, but Naruto turned huge, slightly wounded eyes on the door. “Did I do something wrong?”

Kakashi pushed stiffly up from the floor, crossed the room, and swept Naruto off the bed, pulling him into a rough hug. “No,” he said firmly. “Tousaki’s just weird. D’you want to sneeze on more of his stuff?”

“I don’t need to sneeze,” Naruto said, disappointed, after trying an experimental sniff.

Kakashi rumpled the bright blond hair. “What do you want to do?”

Naruto thought for a minute. “I’m still hungry,” he said, to Kakashi’s complete lack of surprise. “An’ I want to finish the movie. Is Tousaki-san coming back?”

“I think he’s just gone to take a shower,” Kakashi said.

“But he didn’t take any clean clothes,” Naruto said, with one of those surprising little flashes of observation that made Kakashi wonder about him, sometimes.

“You’re right. Think we should send him some, or let him suffer the consequences of being weird?”

Naruto grinned like a fox. “Suffer,” he said, brightening up with devious glee. “How come he had a dragon on him? Did he draw it?”

“Kind of,” Kakashi said, settling Naruto more comfortably on his hip. “It’s a tattoo. Like an ANBU spiral. You’ve seen those.”

Naruto reached up to trace messy curves over Kakashi’s left arm, following the design hidden beneath the sleeve. “Tousaki-san had one, too. You said it hurt.”

“A little. ANBU tattoos aren’t like regular tattoos, though.” Kakashi bent to collect the abandoned take-out containers on the floor, and tossed them in Ryouma’s trash. The door was still open; he closed it, reflex making him flick the lock. A buried grain of common courtesy made him flick it back. It was Ryouma’s room.

Naruto sighed. “Dragon’s prettier.”

“Yeah?” said Kakashi, distracted as he surveyed the apartment, thinking. “Maybe when you’re older, you can get one on your face.”