List of final grades

      — Do you want me to give in to him? Do I understand correctly? But I am sure that I have correctly assessed his true knowledge. My task is not to fail the student, but to help…       — But you're not helping! His grades are... terrible... and this is only the first trimester. If you want to help him, maybe then take him to extra classes after school or something. You can't bring him down like that... he can be... expelled... Kakashi-sensei?       While Iruka was crucifying here, Kakashi stepped closer and closer until he rested the back of his head against the door. It made him feel embarrassed. The situation is too strange and scary.       — Are you afraid that he will be expelled? — he only bent over Iruka more, and Iruka's heart was already beating.       The brunette nodded and looked away, and then back to Kakashi's dark eye. The closer they got, the more the teacher was distracted from the thoughts he had come with. Is this what Hatake is trying to achieve? Iruka didn't even notice Hatake locking the doors. The click of the lock made the brunette flinch, as if he had fallen into a trap. ***       About six months ago…       There was an old school in a small quiet urban village. There were not many children studying there, so almost everyone knew about every student well. After the construction of the main highway, the turn to Konoha became unnecessary, and because of this, many moved to big cities. At school, many also quit, moving to other places in search of greater benefits. The small teaching staff of seven people carried the entire heavy burden of responsibility for the future of the younger generation with great enthusiasm and dedication. The director went on vacation without pay, as there were not enough materials to improve the quality of education, and before leaving, he assigned all duties to the head teacher.       Six months ago, one Konokhovets returned to his native land, his name was Kakashi Hatake. A tall man with a strong build wore a mask that hid almost the entire face. But everyone recognized him anyway, because the town is small, and everyone knew each other. Kakashi Hatake got a job at a school, although he did not have the appropriate qualifications, but he could not find another position in a small town, and, upon acquaintance, the headmaster took him as a physical education teacher. Hatake Sr., who tragically died in the past, was a friend of the director, so he accepted Hatake without any special requirements. But what Kakashi Hatake was doing before returning to Konoha remained a mystery. Which immediately attracted the attention of curious locals of this small village, where there was no special entertainment except gossiping.       Among the teachers, who were almost like one friendly family, there was a tradition — once in the intermediate school period to arrange a small holiday with a trip to nature. And when a physical education teacher was added to the training team, it was decided to hold something like a welcome party. Although everyone knew about Hatake, and where he lives, and his dead relatives, but the mystery of this mask was a little alarming. Hatake himself explained this as a medical necessity after surgery on his left eye. A quiet, low voice added a certain charm, and the ridiculously ash-colored hair sticking out from behind the mask made me laugh, causing an involuntary smile. Almost the entire teaching staff consisted of men, and only one woman taught mathematics and she was already engaged, so there was no one to look at. Everyone dumped their male energy as best they could.       One of the teachers was the youngest. His name was Iruka Umino. The brunette, of short stature, always wore the same outfit. Trousers and a shirt, and a tie, which he had never learned to tie properly, hung by a loop like a leash on a calf. He had glasses on his nose. Yes, Iruka could see well, but for authority, he wore simple glasses to mostly hide his long scar under his eyes, despite which his face was still pretty. Due to the fact that Iruka often liked to work in the garden at his dacha, he had a beautiful permanent Brazilian tan. There was no money for a hairdresser, so Iruka had already decently grown his hair into a small ponytail, which attracted glances. The brown eyes, filled with warmth and brilliance, were unusually beautiful. But he didn't get his diploma for his pretty eyes. Iruka had two higher educations, in literature and Russian, and his students adored him for his kind character, which made him the most honorable teacher at school.       Iruka disliked Hatake at first sight. Because of the dark mask, it seemed to the brunette that Hatake was a simple bandit and he constantly cast sidelong glances at him with suspicion. Hatake looked with a black eye at the frowning face of a young Russian teacher and chuckled softly, which was noticeable through the mask.       No one else paid attention to the physical education teacher's appearance, because they knew the Hatake family well. Umino had recently moved in, so he continued to watch the mysterious stranger suspiciously. In his free moments from lessons, the brunette came to the gym to make sure that this masked man was not doing anything illegal. Hatake noticed this, believing that Iruka wanted to talk to him about something, but he, like a timid hare, ran away under various pretexts.       One day, after evening classes, Iruka noticed that the light in the hallway was on. Of course, the lights were on in the gym too. When he went inside, he found no one. As he was about to leave, Iruka suddenly noticed a couple of things on the bench: a sports bag, a jacket and a small age-restricted book. Out of curiosity, he took it and began to read somewhere in the middle. His brown eyes were already darkened by porn about the intercourse of two male bodies. Suddenly, a quiet baritone behind him, which sounded eerily, made me shudder:       — Why are you going through my things?       Iruka, dropping the book from his hands, slowly turned around. Hatake, half—naked—in only pants and a mask-was standing too close, looming over him menacingly. After classes, Hatak, as always, took a shower and was about to leave, but the unexpected next appearance of Iruka made him somewhat annoyed. Blushing, Iruka did not want to show how scared he was, and puffing out his chest, he began to swear in a slightly squeaky voice:       — You! I knew you were a pervert! How did the director allow someone like you to see the children?        —"What's that?" The ash—haired man asked irritably, puffing into the mask.       — I... I'll complain about you to the principal, I'll file a complaint with the education department, gay freaks like you have no place in our school!       Stepping back, Iruka glanced at the exit. But Hatake grabbed him by the breasts, lifting him slightly off the floor. Floundering with his legs, the brunette tried to free himself. Iruka felt the enormous difference, how much weaker he was than the ash-haired big man. And Hatake seemed to be showing off his muscular body, showing off his biceps. Iruka noticed a strange tattoo on his forearm. Bulging his eyes, the brunette immediately thought that Hatake was definitely from some gangster group. Hatake raised his voice and said through his teeth:       — What do you want from me? You're going through my stuff, calling me names, spying on me, go see which one of us is the more perverted!       — I... I'm not going to leave it like that! You're going to be kicked out of here in disgrace!       — Hey, four-eyed nerd, I'll break you with one left hand like a match!       — And-ik, just try it, I'll file a complaint for violence!       — Tsch, yes bl@, you're pushing, no one should care about my preferences... or... Oh, I get it, you're following me because you're interested in me. Is this such a pathetic attempt to attract attention to yourself?       — Ugh, you freak, let go! Otherwise…       Hatake pinned the brunette against the wall. Iruka felt how hot his body was, and he felt someone else's arousal on his thigh. Lowering his voice slightly, the ash-haired man said:       — And then what? What can you do? So thin and weak. Hmm, maybe I should fulfill your wish so that you don't yap about my preferences? Mm? Spread your legs, and I'll do it properly…       Suddenly there were footsteps, an elderly woman came into the gym, shuffling and rattling a bucket. Noticing the two teachers, she said:       — Oh, did I come early? — looking at the clock in a puzzled way, squinting at the clock due to poor eyesight.       Escaping, Iruka ran away, although more precisely, Hatake let him go, considering it annoying that they were interrupted. Catching himself on this thought, Hatake was surprised by his own behavior. Perhaps this is due to the lack of a gay bar nearby, which was not in the area for miles. The need for sex and the pretty face of a brunette, were given one place each with testosterone, a shock wave. Hatake was inflamed, either to teach a lesson to a young teacher, or to satisfy his sexual hunger, he didn't really figure it out himself, but it bulged out in his pants. Freaking out, Hatake exasperated left the school, banging the doors loudly. Iruka, locked in his office, shuddered at every rumble, glancing fearfully at the doors.       Of course, Iruka did not find the director to complain to him, and kept quiet, avoiding any meetings with Hatake. A week later, life returned to its former course, routine, forcing to forget a small skirmish, and Iruka just sometimes looked warily at Hatake's broad shoulders. And everything went on as usual, until one day Iruka made his biggest mistake, forgetting that the head teacher had fallen ill the other day and someone was replacing him…       — So, I've printed out a preliminary report card for you. I ask you to give it to your parents so that they can get acquainted. Let them sign here, at the bottom, what they saw. You have time to pull up the items before the end of next week. Then these grades will go into the report card for the trimester. Is everything clear to everyone? Don't leave debts. You don't want to be unqualified, do you? Iruka said in a stern, demanding tone.       — Yes, Iruka-sensei!       The children answered in chorus, and then they began to raise their hands one by one, asking questions on the topic and off the topic. The lesson came to an end, and a familiar blond man appeared in the doorway, after a crowd of students, scratching his head.       — Ah! Naruto! Come on in. What are the fates in the junior school wing? Have you decided to catch up? Ha-ha...       — Hello, Iruka-sensei... hehe... I just decided to visit my favorite teacher!       — Oh, come on! Tell me more... come on in. How are you doing with your studies?