Iruka is grading papers at his kitchen table during his first day off in months, going over the work of his new batch of first-year students over a cup of oolong.

There 's a sudden swish, a thud, a crunch that sounds suspiciously like the bottom frame of his window cracking, an Kakashi Hatake appears around the corner of Iruka 's bedroom, single silver eye wild. 'I need your help. '

Iruka gives him a few stunned blinks, temporarily dumbstruck, taking in Kakashi 's obviously less than critical distress before he remembers what day it is.

'Oh my god you

passed them

, didn 't you? '

Kakashi slides down the doorframe with a defeated groan, dropping his head into his hands.

Another thud, the scratch of nails on his wood floors, and Pakkun comes around the corner as well, leaping onto the kitchen table with a skittering hop. 'You gotta help us, teach. Boss can barely remember to water his plant, how is he supposed to take care of pups? '