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, Aizawa walking in with a short, tired looking kid, the same sunken eyes as him and the same messy hair as his. Something about them was oddly identical.

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