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“—And then you spent five hours with a power washer, washing the graffiti off the stadium walls.”
“And then we spent five hours with a power washer cleaning up the graffiti,” muttered Konohamaru, with a bitter glare over his shoulder at the Academy teacher grading papers next to Kakashi in the corner.
“But then last week we were assigned to catch that shitty—“
“Language,” corrected Iruka half-heartedly.
Konohamauru puffed out his cheeks, “stupid cat, you know the one that we all think is a demon—“
“Hyperbole, Konohamaru,” scolded the chunin.
“Iruka-sensei!” The genin whirled about with a whine, “You’re ruining all my cool stories!”
“What?” Iruka asked absent-mindedly, raising his head in confusion and scratching his cheek while forgetting he was holding a grading pen, leaving a red mark on his face.
Moegi yawned as she flipped through a fashion magazine. Udon tried, unsuccessfully, to look like he wasn’t reading Kakashi’s notes over his shoulder.
“You’re all so boring,” wailed Konohamaru bitterly, falling against the bed with a huff, “No wonder she won’t wake up, nothing interesting ever happens here.”