Heracles disliked his students. Well, no, that was a lie. He hated a lot of them. They were loud and messy and slow and never turned in any of their assignments, even though they lived in a school and had no excuses for not doing their homework. It was bothersome; though yes, the students who did do the work and did seem to understand what it meant to live in a school more than made up for it, it didn't please him to spend his "free time" - though he never really had free time and thus couldn't call it that - cleaning up after people as if he were their mother.
He knelt down on the floor to reach under the desks, scowling at the gum riddling the underside of them. Gods, what he wouldn't give to be able to smack some of these students...but no. Students were off limits in that aspect. Did he find it annoying when he knew that all they needed was a good kick in the butt to get to work? Yes, that he did. But he liked his job, so he would attempt to avoid anything that would result in him losing it.
Standing as he finished gathering the papers off the ground, he tossed them in the recycling and rubbed the small of his back gently, frowning. He wasn't old enough to be having back problems. At least, he didn't think he was. Any further thought over this was derailed by the sudden opening of his door and the face of an Asian student peeking in to his room. Heracles tilted his head lightly to the side as the kid spoke, shaking his head at the end of the sentence and admiring the kid's accent. A fun aspect of working at a school that took in people from all over the world. "No, this isn't."