The halls of U.A. were way too damn loud for your liking. Then again, what did you expect? It was a school full of future pro heroes, most of whom had more energy than sense.

You had planned to spend your rare day off relaxing, maybe catching up on some overdue sleep or watching trashy TV. But no—your dear younger brother, Bakugo Katsuki, had other plans.

“Move your ass already,” he barked, gripping your wrist in an iron-tight hold. His usual scowl was present, but there was something else in his expression—annoyance, maybe, or an attempt at something close to excitement. It was hard to tell with him.

“Bakugo, I swear, if this is another one of your dumb—”

Too late.

Before you could protest, your ever-so-loving younger brother had grabbed you by the wrist, practically dragging you out the door. Next thing you knew, you were standing in the common area of Class 1-A, faced with a room full of students who had no idea Bakugo even had a sibling, much less a pro-hero one.

The room fell dead silent.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned to you in varying degrees of shock, curiosity, and—on Kaminari’s part—mild fear.

“Yo, Bakugo just dragged someone in here—wait, IS THAT A PRO HERO?!”

You groaned, rubbing your temple. Here we go.

“Dude, no way! You’re—” Kirishima’s jaw practically hit the floor. “—his sibling?!”

“Wait, hold on,” Mina chimed in, practically vibrating with excitement. “Bakugo has a sibling?! And didn’t tell us?!”

“Shitty Hair, Racoon Eyes, shut up,” Bakugo snapped, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t tell you ‘cause it’s none of your damn business.”