Hatake Kakashi was a simple man. He liked sleeping, warm food, and silence. Kami, he loved silence. He appreciated silence a lot more now that he was forced into genin housing with brats who, by all means, should be chūnin by now. He had to wonder what the Academy was feeding those brats, they were inhuman. He hoped whoever made the decision to house jounin sensei with their students worked in T&I because it was torture. Plain and simple.

His students were odd and he knew odd when he saw it – after all he, himself, was well known for his… eccentricities. The last Uchiha wore sweaters, fluffy, knit sweaters, and read medical textbooks for fun – and he wasn't even the oddest out of the bunch! Uzumaki drank coffee by the pot-full and, as if it wasn't already a trip for him to teach the kid, was constantly yelling at him for not eating enough or not spending enough time with his genin (literal children). The oddest kid, for sure, was the girl with pink hair. She constantly smelt like cigarettes and was challenging, out of all people, a Nara to shoji tournaments at the ass crack of dawn.

He had to admit that they worked well as a team. Haruno was a prodigy when it came to small group tactics, seamlessly integrating skills and shortcomings into their formations where Uzumaki was a genius in understanding and taking advantage of their surroundings. The Uchiha functioned as their voice of reason but didn't know when to stop expending his own chakra on his teammates.

They were geniuses in their own right but nightmares to settle down. They were constantly doing something, whether tinkering with inventions or debating chakra theory.

He wished they would just take a nap or something. But, he figured it could've been worse.