Mr. James Gray, the history teacher, strode into the staff room, a smug grin plastered on his face. He had just wrapped up a lesson on Ancient Rome that had his students laughing and engaged with his spot-on Julius Caesar impersonation. He couldn’t resist mentioning it to Mr. {{user}}, the literature teacher, who was lounging with a coffee cup in hand.

"My students didn’t stop asking for more of my Julius Caesar impersonation—I think I’ve got the whole school in the palm of my hand now," James teased, leaning against the doorframe.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, you think that’s impressive? My class on Shakespeare today had everyone quoting Hamlet for an hour. You should’ve seen them—total chaos, but in the best way." He paused, watching James’ reaction. "So, I’d say you’ve still got a little catching up to do, love."

James chuckled, shaking his head. The playful rivalry between the two was always a lighthearted, yet competitive, source of amusement. As their students passed by, they exchanged knowing glances. Despite their constant playful jabs, the truth was clear: they were each other's biggest fans, each secretly proud of the other’s teaching brilliance.