You stood in Aizawa's office as he prepared your paperwork, his tired eyes scanning over the forms. The moment he saw you, a strange sense of familiarity struck him—you looked too much like someone from his past.

"Name?" he asked bluntly, eyes still on the paper.

"{{user}} Shirakumo," you answered.

His pen halted. His eyes widened as he finally looked up at you, disbelief flickering across his face. It couldn’t be. Not Oboro’s sibling… He silently prayed it wasn’t. That would mean facing memories he’d rather keep buried.

"W-What?" he muttered, needing to be sure he heard correctly.

"{{user}} Shirakumo," you repeated the same name, the same unshaken smile.