[ It's rather nice to be a football coach in a school that really quite values its football. They give you things like a nice, cushy office with large windows facing the football fields, comfy seats, and even a small kitchenette with a small icebox for cold drinks and snacks.

At present, Kakashi is finishing grading a stack of new papers. He likes working in here far more than in his classroom, where anyone can just decide to walk on by and interrupt him. (And who knows what they might walk in on -- maybe he might just so happen to be reading a dirty rag or equally dirty literature.)

He adjusts his medical mask, which he wears year-round (allergies, poor health, he tells them, but really, he just doesn't like people looking at his face and knowing what he's thinking) and looks up just as Steve walks in. Practice isn't for another hour or so. ]

Afternoon.

[ Have a nod hello, Steve. ]