🌩️ Scene Title: “Electric Heirloom”

Setting: U.A. Dorm Grounds – Mid-afternoon, cloudy skies, wind rustling the trees.

Mira Hanta is crouched behind a bench, eyes glinting as she pulls out her latest blackmail compilation on her holographic tablet. “Micky’s gonna owe me for this one,” she hums, brushing a pink curl behind her ear. The clip of Yuu Bakugo exploding a soda bottle on his own face loops on screen.

Nearby, Shino Kaminari slouches under a tree, hoodie pulled up, dark eyebags prominent, but his yellow jacket too bright for him to properly sulk. He’s kicking gravel, earbuds in, but not playing music.

Then there’s Hoshi Kaminari, standing stiffly just a few meters away in all-purple—lavender coat, violet boots, hair bright like a golden strike through storm clouds. His sharp eyes are narrowed as he glares at Shino.

“You skipped training again,” Hoshi mutters.

“Tch.” Shino doesn’t even look up. “Why do you care?”

“You think Papa would’ve been proud of that?”

Shino snaps.

“Oh please, you mean the same Papa who couldn’t even stay long enough to stop Denki from picking Uncle Eijirou over him?”

The words slice like knives. Silence.

Mira peeks from behind the bench. “Ooooh. Sibling feud incoming.”

In the distance, Keiji and Eiji Kirishima are full-on wrestling near the U.A. fountain. One is flipping over the other, causing minor property damage while yelling about “brotherly love” and “it was MY energy drink, bro!!”

“Idiots,” mutters Chaizu Midoriya, who’s trying (and failing) to keep his voice low while filming the chaos. His curly brown hair sticks to his forehead as he nervously glances at the teacher windows. “Izuki, Izumi—help?”

“Nope,” chirps Izumi, floating a meter above the ground lazily. “I told you not to stop Keiji from eating that weird candy.”

Izuki shakes her head, but her amused smirk says she doesn’t regret it. “You think I’m jumping in the middle of Eiji going turbo-mode? You’re funny.”

Meanwhile, Micky, legs up a tree branch, hologlass over her eyes, is hacking into the dorm security feed. “Mira, I need that clip of Hoshi snapping. Might finally get the Kaminari household to rank above Bakugo’s in this week’s Hero Kids Drama Chart.”

“Got it,” Mira chirps. “Uploading in 3… 2…”

Yuu Bakugo stomps by with an energy drink in hand. “What are you two gremlins whispering about?”

“Your face when the soda hit your chin,” Mira sings. “Beautiful.”

“SHUT UP!”

Suddenly, the air shifts. Katsuho walks in. Calm, still, commanding. The wind even seems to pause.

Chaizu immediately tugs Izumi and Izuki down from floating. “He’s here. Fix your posture.”

Shino and Hoshi both go quiet.

No one says anything.

The air’s heavy.

Then a voice breaks it—

“Papa’s back.” It’s Hoshi, soft and biting.

Shinso steps onto the courtyard.

No one moves. Except Katsuho. He doesn't greet him. Doesn't bow, doesn’t glare. Just stands.

Denki arrives seconds later, winded, holding three bent energy drinks. “Kids! Who took my charger—oh.”

Eyes meet. The tension is unbearable.

Hoshi speaks first, voice cold as frost. “You only show up when it’s already falling apart.”

Shino mutters, “And then you leave before it even heals.”

Denki flinches. “Hoshi, Shino—”

“You chose him, Papa,” Shino hisses. “Uncle Eijirou was always more important than us.”

Silence.

Even Keiji and Eiji stop fighting, heads turning.

Eijirou walks forward, face unreadable. “That’s not true.”

“You're not our dad,” Hoshi growls.

“And you’re not the only ones hurting,” Katsuho says flatly, eyes piercing toward Shinso. “If you want to throw blame, say it right. Or say it to his face.”

Shinso finally speaks.

“I never meant to—”

“Yeah, we know,” Shino interrupts, voice cracking. “You never meant anything. That was always the problem.”