The young academy instructor had his forehead buried in his hands at his desk. He was wearing the typical academy teacher garb, a flak jacket and the ninja shirt and pants that was iconic to the Leaf. At the desk in front him was a pile of papers thicker than his arm. He had way too many things to do and not enough time. Atama would've just been getting out of class and seeing the teacher in such a sorry state. Perhaps he would be compelled to help him since the teacher looked just so miserable.
The door to the classroom was open and the soon to be setting sun was piercing through the classroom, illuminating the classroom with natural light. The teacher hadn't seemed to notice anyone enter the room, if Atame did. Upon closer inspection the teacher would have dark brown hair that was cut short and his ears poking through his nearly shaved head. His headband was off and hanging off the side of the desk as he rubbed his forehead in thought, just staring at the stack of papers in front of him.
The door to the classroom was open and the soon to be setting sun was piercing through the classroom, illuminating the classroom with natural light. The teacher hadn't seemed to notice anyone enter the room, if Atame did. Upon closer inspection the teacher would have dark brown hair that was cut short and his ears poking through his nearly shaved head. His headband was off and hanging off the side of the desk as he rubbed his forehead in thought, just staring at the stack of papers in front of him.