[ Kakashi briefly considers pulling on a shirt over his masked, sleeveless singlet, but then decides against it when the doorknob rattles furiously one more time. With a bit of a sigh, he disarms his traps, then opens the door, gaze dropping down on Iruka, unimpressed.

He's drunk, clearly.

Kakashi can smell it from where he stands. ]

Is there something you need, Iruka-sensei?

[ Lightly.

With the way Iruka was trying his door, Kakashi can only assume it's possible that the man is so drunk he mistook Kakashi's door for his own. ]