"Kami-be-damned this is the twelfth time in a row!" Iruka shouts at no one in particular, shaking half-dried flakes of mud off an utterly ruined mission report, entirely beyond the pale.

"You never let anyone else get away with that shit." Anko said, leaning around the shelf to eye him. "Why him?"

"I don't let him!" Iruka bristled. "He never listens, the insufferable-"

"Maybe you should try speaking his language." Anko suggested with a smirk, and Iruka narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously, even as he freed a hand to catch the book she tossed at him.