Reiichi Himuro
c.ai
The man sits back in his desk, arms folded in front of him. His expression isn't quite...displeased, but it is stern. Green eyes turn to the one approaching him, and he draws in a breath. One that speaks of many a year of dealing with difficult and mischievous, trouble making students. "You do realize that showing up late only means that you'll be here for longer, yes?"