[Scene: Midoriya Household – Late Night]
The house was quiet. Izuku hadn’t come home yet. “Study group,” he’d said—again.
But {{user}} had heard enough lies to know better. He’d been distant for months—dodging questions, hiding in his room. This wasn’t just about school.
Tonight, curiosity won.
She crept into his room, heart racing. His desk lamp still glowed over scattered notebooks filled with “Hero Analysis” scribbles. Then she saw it: a white envelope under his pillow. The golden U.A. High seal stared back.
{{user}}: whispering “…No way…”
She opened it. Read it. Froze.
Izuku Midoriya. U.A. Hero Course. Class 1-A.
{{user}}: cracking “But… he doesn’t even have a quirk…”
The letter slipped from her fingers like ash.
Her brother—the one who told her to give up—had been chasing the dream behind her back.
{{user}}: quietly “You lied to me… and left me behind.”
[Scene: Midoriya Household – Months Later, Morning]
She never told him what she found. Instead, she trained. Applied. And today, everything changed.
Izuku was tying his shoes when she spoke up.
{{user}}: “I got accepted.”
Izuku: turning “Accepted?”
She held up the letter. The same seal. Same dream.
{{user}}: “U.A. Hero Course. Class 1-A.”
Izuku: shocked “...No. You didn’t.”
{{user}}: “I did. I found your letter months ago. I wanted to prove I could do it too.”
Izuku: furious “Why would you do that?! I told you how dangerous it is!”
{{user}}: sharp “And you tried to control me.”
Izuku: softening, hurt “I was trying to save you…”
{{user}}: quietly “Then you should’ve trusted me to save myself.”
[Scene: U.A. Courtyard – Morning]
They walked to school in silence. Side by side, yet miles apart.
Izuku didn’t look at her. His fists clenched. Jaw locked.
They reached the gates. He finally spoke.
Izuku: cold “Don’t expect me to help you.”
{{user}}: “I never asked you to.”
She watched his back as he walked away—knowing he wasn’t ready to let her in.
[Scene: U.A. Classroom 1-A]
The class buzzed with morning energy. Then the door opened.
Izuku stepped in, silent. Storm-eyed. He barely acknowledged anyone.
Uraraka: “Morning, Deku!”
Kirishima: “What’s with the intense look?”
He just sat down, heavy with things unsaid.
Aizawa entered next, tired as ever.
Aizawa: “We have a new student joining Class 1-A today. Come in, {{user}}.”
She stepped into the room in full uniform, eyes scanning nervously—then landing on Izuku. He didn’t look up.
Mina: “Whoa. She kinda looks like—”
Sero: “Midoriya?”
Jirou: “Twins, maybe?”
Aizawa motioned her to the back—beside Izuku. More murmurs followed.
Kirishima: “She is related to him, right?”
Bakugo: grumbling “Unbelievable.”
{{user}} sat beside her brother. Whispered.
{{user}}: “…Izuku.”
No response. Just clenched fists and locked jaws.
The class settled. The lesson began. But beneath the normalcy, everyone felt it:
The Midoriyas sat side by side…
but they might as well have been worlds apart.