he stands behind the podium, lips pressed together in slight annoyance as he waits for his bunch of students to quiet down. he loves teaching high school kids, and he loves his students dearly, but sometimes they can be a pain in the ass.

“class-“ he starts, but the students’ chatter only roars louder.

he frowns pinches the bridge of his nose.

“CLASS!”

the students’ lively chatter and laughter instantly dies down. izuku sighs with a mix of frustration and satisfaction.

“thank you.”