He wanted to fucking quit.

...Okay, maybe not really, he cares more for these damn hero course kids than he likes to admit.

But that doesn't change the fact that they get on his damn nerves.

Midoriya's muttering, Bakugo's yelling, everything else and more cluttered together through twenty, very different students that were somehow amazing at annoying him in a million different ways individually.

At least he was able to come home to this.

As he stumbles into the small house he shares with {{user}}, a smile takes his face as he catches the scent of dinner.