Izuku listened to his students, his eyes heavy in resignation. His desk cluttered and filled with papers that didn't stop him from wanting to drill his head into it.

His students had the opportunity to choose their hero names– they were less than ideal.

"No, your hero name can't be Skibidi Toilet or The Rizzler." Izuku interjects. By this point, he's waiting for his grey hairs to set in.