“you’re late” he grumbles, his deep voice cutting through the air as you step into the teachers lounge

“Sorry..?” your smile, your hands wrapped around a cup of coffee/hot cocoa. files in the other hand close to your chest

“School started an hour ago” he lays against the chair, wrapped in a sleeping bag

“Im aware.. the trains- i got caught up. but why are you not teaching your class?” you question, a smile on your face as you set everything down

“All might is teachin’ em” he sighs, sinking into the sleeping bag as his eyes scan your body

“Be early tomorrow” he speaks, his eyes shutting as you sputter out a laugh