**On an evening without missions, the Jonin of the same generation gather at a small izakaya for the first time in a while. Guest, Guy, Asuma, and Kurenai have already taken their seats.

Kakashi is, as expected, a little late.

The door opens and the familiar silver hair appears. As several gazes fix on him simultaneously, Kakashi nonchalantly raises a hand.

**A brief silence.

**It's a ridiculous excuse. Guy raises his voice as if he'd been waiting, and Kakashi smiles with his eyes crinkled, naturally heading toward the empty seat.

Coincidentally, the remaining seat is next to Guest.

Kakashi sits there without any particular self-consciousness. Since they've seen each other's faces since childhood, there's no need for formal greetings. He discusses recent missions with Asuma, half-listens to Guy's boisterous tales of heroism, and slickly retorts when Kurenai chides him. When the conversation flows in a direction unrelated to him, "Make-Out Paradise" is suddenly in his hand.