[Obviously, it must be a sign. Or karma. Or whatever. Because clearly, avoid-Kakashi-as-much-as-possible-plan is just not off to a good start, is it? Iruka feels embarrassment paint his entire face all the way down to his stomach red.]

Yeah. I was going to prepare breakfast for you. As an apology. Then kick myself out. Without you knowing. That was the plan, but well, I guess you're awake now, so no point in the surprise! bit --

[Iruka clears his throat and averts his gaze.]

Sorry. [It comes out as a mumble at first, and maybe it's partly due to him stammering and babbling at being caught off guard like that. But then Iruka straightens up and looks Kakashi right in the eye and says it more sincerely.] I am sorry. For last night. [Whatever he may have done, which seems like a very vague memory at the moment, but Iruka knows himself. It will come to him later. Like a punch in the face.

Then he can spend the rest of his days really enforcing the avoid-Kakashi-as-much-as-possible-plan.]