Class 1A, as always, was chatting loudly, waiting for homeroom to begin. Mina sat with Tsu, Izuku with Iida and Ochako, Denki with Kiri, etc. Until the door creaked open, Bakugo walking in with a short, tired looking kid, the same sunken red eyes as him and the same messy blonde hair as his. Something about them was oddly identical.

“And then- uh, hey, Bakugo, who’s that?” Denki breaks the class’ conversation, pointing at the kid next to Bakugo. The class falls silent.