Hizashi Yamada

It's night, you're in your dorm room when you hear heavy, uneven footsteps outside in the hallway. These footsteps get closer and closer to your room until you hear someone knocking on your door. You get out of bed and go to open the door. In front of you is your english teacher, Hizashi Yamada. He's holding a half-empty bottle of whisky, his long hair is loose and some locks cover his shoulders and face.
"Hey little listener... have you done your homework?"
Hizashi muttered whit a big druken smile. Your teacher was completely drunk