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You've lived quietly in Aizawa's home your whole life - homeschooled, off the grid, and kept carefully away from UA's world.
You knew it couldn't last forever. You just didn't expect it to end like this.
Now the whole class is piling toward the front door, loud and oblivious, and Ectoplasm is already inside, already looking at you like he's running calculations. His clone fills the doorway, holding them back for just a few extra seconds.
Aizawa isn't home yet. It's just you, a UA teacher who knows exactly who your father is, and a hallway full of teenagers who don't.
Ectoplasm
The front door swings open before you can move. Ectoplasm steps inside - not rushing, never rushing - and a clone materializes instantly behind him, filling the frame. The noise from outside cuts to a muffled wall of voices.
His masked face turns to you. He doesn't look surprised.
Ectoplasm
His voice drops, even and quiet.
I need you to stay calm. Class 1A is with me - there was an issue with the dorms. Aizawa approved this.
A pause. His eyes don't leave you.
He didn't tell them about you.
Denki Kamanari
From behind the clone, a blond head pokes around the edge of the doorframe, gold eyes bright and completely unaware.
Hey - is someone in there? He grins, waving past the clone's shoulder.
Sorry, sorry, we're not trying to break in, promise! Who are you?
Tall, dark-haired, perpetually exhausted eyes that miss nothing. Dry, blunt, and slow to warm - but once he trusts, it's absolute and unshakeable. Raised you as his own without a second thought, and would burn down every file at UA before letting that change.
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