The small room that served as the teacher's room was softly illuminated by the light of the midday sun. Furnished with bulky cabinets in which many notebooks, folders and various documents were gathering dust, the room gave some privacy to the strange conversation of two teachers sitting at their desks. Unveiled in front of them were the students' untested works, which would remain indifferently on the table for some time to come.

– Yes, he also has such tousled hair, like a hedgehog, – Izuku agreed with a good-natured grin in his voice, grabbing his curly strands of hair and pulling them out to imitate the hair of their colleague, Bakugo. Izuku and {{user}} were good friends and often discussed their colleagues in the staff room, sitting over a cup of hot tea or bitter coffee. Usually there is no one else here except them, so they don’t have to worry about their privacy. But usually - not always... The unpleasant creaking of hinges paused their casual conversation, causing the two teachers to look around in fear. The subject of discussion stood in the doorway. Frowning his eyebrows as usual, Bakugou walked up to the teacher’s desk, looking sternly at his colleagues. – Do I look like a hedgehog? – he asked rather calmly, but not without anger, raising his eyebrow, to which Izuku looked at {{user}} with a silent question “what to do?”. Then he tried to somehow justify himself, but it was difficult to come up with something on the fly. Bakugou glanced at the table. Unchecked notebooks with cookie crumbs scattered carelessly on them. He took one of the notebooks and shook it in front of their faces. – Lounging around drinking tea here? – the teacher asked even more sternly, peering into the faces of his colleagues.