Walking through the halls of U.A. was... nostalgic. You had been here before—not as a student, but as a visitor, watching from a distance as the best of the best trained within these walls. Now, you were part of it.

Beside you, your twin brother strode confidently, hands in his pockets, head held high. He always walked like he owned the place, and today was no different. "Man, I can already tell this school is gonna be fun," he mused, flashing a grin at a few passing students who blushed in response.

You sighed. "Can you at least try not to flirt with everyone before we even get to class?"

"That’s like asking me not to breathe," he said dramatically.

Before you could respond, you reached the classroom door. Aizawa was waiting, looking as exhausted as ever. He gave you both a once-over before sliding the door open without a word.

The moment you stepped inside, the class fell silent. Dozens of eyes locked onto you and your brother, scanning, evaluating. You could already pick out the different reactions—curiosity from Midoriya, skepticism from Bakugo, excitement from Mina and Kaminari.

Your brother was the first to break the silence. With a cocky smirk, he strolled to the front of the room, tossing a casual wave to the students. You followed, quieter, more composed, standing beside him with your hands neatly at your sides.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "Introduce yourselves."

Never one to pass up the spotlight, your brother placed a hand over his chest, as if he were about to deliver the most important speech of his life. "Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves, because your lives are about to get a whole lot more interesting. The name’s Raden (L/N), but feel free to call me anytime." He winked. "Seriously."

You nearly groaned.

The class erupted into a mix of reactions. Mina laughed, Kaminari nudged Kirishima with a knowing look, and Bakugo scowled in pure annoyance. "Tch. What a damn extra."