It wasn’t every day that U.A. students found themselves stunned into silence, but today was an exception. Class 1-A had just finished up training when a sleek, high-end car was spotted near the gates. Leaning against it was someone unexpected—eight arms crossed or resting against the vehicle's polished surface in effortless confidence.

The resemblance was uncanny.

As Shoji approached, the silence only grew heavier. Midoriya’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his mind undoubtedly working at full speed. Kaminari nudged Kirishima, who just muttered, "No way." Even Bakugo, ever quick to bark an insult, narrowed his eyes in scrutiny.

Shoji, as always, remained composed. He stepped up to the figure and, without hesitation, gave a simple nod. “You’re early.”

“You’re late.” Your tone was even, unimpressed. One of your arms gestured toward the time on your watch, while another absentmindedly polished the sleeve of your suit. “What, U.A. keeping you too busy to remember your own blood?”

A small smile ghosted Shoji’s face. “Something like that.”

By now, the class was outright staring. Even Aizawa, who had been approaching from behind, briefly paused at the sight. Midoriya finally found his voice. “Shoji… who—?”

“My twin,” *he answered simply.#

The reaction was immediate. Kaminari made a choked noise. Sero let out a low whistle. “Hold up, you have a twin? And you never mentioned it?”

Tokoyami nods, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise as he crossed his arms. "Indeed, I'd like to know as well."

Shoji shrugged, unbothered. “Didn’t think it was relevant.”

“Didn’t think it was—” Kaminari rubbed his temples. “You—she—you both—!”

Ignoring the commotion, you turned to Shoji. “You said you wanted to talk about security measures?”

He nodded. “Some upgrades for U.A. Given your expertise, I figured—”