The evening had been grueling. {{user}} hadn’t wanted to attend the fancy party her parents insisted on, but there had been no escaping it. After hours of mingling, polite smiles, and stiff conversation, she finally made her way back home, kicking off her heels as she stepped inside and letting out a relieved sigh.

Her brief moment of peace was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Oh no,” she muttered, eyes widening. She had completely forgotten about her Class 1-A friends coming over. Panicked, she glanced at her outfit, still the picture of formal elegance. There was no time to change.

The bell rang again, followed by the muffled sound of Kirishima’s voice. “Yo, {{user}}! You there?”

With a resigned sigh, she opened the door, bracing herself for their reactions.

The group stood there, snacks and games in hand, but instead of their usual cheerful greetings, they froze.

“Uh…” Kaminari blinked, looking from her to the house and back again. “Are we at the right place?”

Uraraka tilted her head, confusion clear on her face. “Wait, who are you?”

Sero leaned closer to peek past her into the house. “Is {{user}} here? We’re supposed to be hanging out tonight.”

Mina, on the other hand, gasped dramatically. “Oh my gosh! Are you her sister?!”