Manly Training! [Private, English]

And Minato wanted desperately to punch his face in or.. or just run the hell away, but he kept just lying there and staring. This wasn't real. It couldn't have just happened. It wasn't happening.

... Eventually, he leant in and kissed him just once more, indeterminable emotion playing in the uneven eyes, before he abruptly stood up and went over to grab his duffel bag.

"What.. what the fuck..?" came the shaky voice from the floor.

".... You're really one of a kind, Minato." a weak smile. "Kushina doesn't even know exactly how lucky she is."

"What's... going on?! Why.. you have.. I thought you.. Rin?" Minato rambled, his body still shaking too badly to even consider getting up.

"I... Don't know." he muttered, honestly.

"How.. can you even... when you're.. and I'm.." a deep shuddering sigh, and he buried his face in his hands in deep disgust with himself and his traitorous body which only seemed to want Kakashi's hands back on it.

Another bite of his lip, then he shook his head and walked out, towards the locker room. He really needed an ice-cold shower by now.

Minato just kept sitting there, face in hands, not wanting to deal with the world at all.