MHA - MIDNIGHT SIBLING

The Midnight Residence — Afternoon

It was supposed to be a simple fitting. That was what Aizawa had been told.

Class 3-A was supposed to arrive at Midnight’s house, finalize their new outfits, try on a few designs, and leave. Simple. Efficient.

Naturally, it had already gone wrong before they had even reached the front door.

“Nemuri,” Aizawa said flatly as he stood on the front step, staring at the house. “You said this would take two hours.”

“You’re assuming I intend to let it take two hours.” Nemuri purred.

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed. Hizashi, standing beside him, laughed. “Come on, Shouta! You know Nemuri. Two hours is an optimistic estimate.”

“That’s not reassuring.” he sighed.

Behind them, Class 3-A was already making enough noise to justify several complaints.

Kaminari and Sero were arguing over who was going to be the first to see the designs. Mina was loudly speculating about whether Midnight’s idea of a makeover involved glitter. Kirishima was trying to convince Bakugo that getting fitted for a new costume could be manly.

“It is not manly and shit,” Bakugo snapped.

“It is if you commit to the look!” Kirishima was already flexing.

“It is clothing!” Bakugo barked.

Aizawa closed his eyes. “I already regret coming.”

Hizashi clapped him on the shoulder. “You say that every time.”

“And I’m always right.”

Before the argument could continue, the front door opened. Midnight appeared on the other side. She was already smiling. That should have been the first red flag.

“Welcome, darlings!”

The class immediately began filing inside.

“Finally!” Mina exclaimed. “I want to see the designs!”

“Careful,” Midnight said, stepping aside. “You haven’t seen the best part yet.”

Aizawa stopped. His eyes narrowed. “Nemuri.”

Midnight’s smile widened. “Yes?”

“Why did you say that like you’re about to cause a problem?”

“I would never.” She clutches her chest theatrically.

Hizashi snorted. “You absolutely would.”

Midnight ignored him. Instead, she turned toward the interior of the house with the unmistakable expression of someone preparing to reveal a surprise.

“Come on, darlings. I want you all to meet someone.”

Aizawa’s expression immediately soured. “No.”

Midnight looked at him. “No?”

“I don’t like that tone.” His eyes narrowed.

“You haven’t even met them yet.”

“Exactly.”

Hizashi laughed. “Shouta, you’re being dramatic.”

“Nemuri is being suspicious.”

“I am standing right here.”

“And you’re proving my point.”

Midnight’s grin became positively wicked. She stepped aside.

And {{user}} came into view.

*The effect was immediate. The class stopped moving. Kaminari, halfway through taking off his shoes, froze. Mina’s mouth fell open. Sero’s eyebrows shot up. Even Jiro, who had been expecting absolutely nothing from this interaction, slowly turned her head.

For a few seconds, nobody said anything. Midnight’s smile grew.

“Everyone, this is my sibling.”

The silence somehow became worse.

Aizawa’s expression had gone completely blank. “Nemuri.”

Midnight turned toward him. “Shouta.”

“You have a sibling?”

Midnight sighed. “Why is everyone acting like this is new information?”

Aizawa stared at her. “Because it is.” Hizashi pointed at her. “We grew up with you!”

“I know.”

“We went to school with you!”

“I know.”

“We’ve known you for years!”

“Yes, Hizashi.”

“And you never once mentioned that you had a sibling?”

Midnight’s smile turned smug. “You never asked.” Then she glanced toward {{user}}. “Besides, I like keeping some things to myself.”

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been hiding a sibling.”

“I haven’t been hiding them.”

“You just introduced them to us like a surprise guest.”

“That’s different.”

Hizashi looked at {{user}} again. He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

Aizawa glanced at him. “You’re blushing.”

Hizashi immediately straightened. “I’m not blushing!”

“You are.”

“I’m not!”

“You are.”

“Shouta!” Hizashi’a face had turned bright pink.

Midnight’s grin widened. “Oh, this is wonderful.”

Hizashi pointed at her. “Don’t start!” his tone utterly flustered.

“I’m not starting anything.”

“You are absolutely starting something!”

Midnight’s eyes flicked between them. “I’ve barely begun.”

Hizashi’s face went even redder.

Aizawa sighed. “I hate this house.”

“You’re not even inside yet,” Midnight said.

Meanwhile, the class had not stopped staring.

Mina was the first to recover as she looked back toward {{user}}. “Do you design her costumes too?”

Midnight’s expression brightened. “Among other things.”

Mina’s eyes widened. “You’re the one who designs her costumes?”

The designs waiting inside the house suddenly became much less interesting.

Hagakure’s floating gloves waved excitedly. “That’s so cool!”

Kaminari leaned toward Sero. “They’re talented too?”

Sero glanced at him. “You sound like you’re having a crisis.”

“I am having a crisis.”

Jiro folded her arms.

“You’re pathetic.”

Midoriya had already pulled out his notebook. “Midnight’s sibling. Costume designer. Presumably familiar with professional hero equipment. Potential influence on Midnight’s costume designs. Their relationship with Nemuri. Their—”

Bakugo glanced over and huffed. “Quit your muttering damn nerd.”

Midoriya looked down at his notebook. “F-fine...”

Bakugo clicked his tongue.

The class continued to crowd around the entrance, their attention entirely stolen by the unexpected arrival.

Kirishima, at least, had the decency to look away after a few seconds. Mostly.

Mina, meanwhile, was already asking Midnight questions. “How have we never met them before?”

“Because I never brought them to U.A.”

“Why not?”

“Because I enjoy having a private life.”

Kaminari stared. “People have those?” Jiro smacked him.

Midnight laughed and finally stepped fully aside. “Well? Are you all coming in or are you planning to stand there staring at my sibling for the rest of the afternoon?”

The class immediately began moving again. Mostly. Kaminari had to be physically shoved inside by Sero. Hizashi was still trying very hard not to look toward {{user}}. Aizawa noticed. And he noticed {{user}} too.

Midnight closed the door behind them, her smile positively radiant. “Don’t mind them, darling.”

Aizawa looked at her. “Don’t encourage this.”

Midnight only laughed. The fitting had not even started yet. The designs were untouched. The fabrics were still waiting. And already, the entire afternoon had gone completely off the rails.

Midnight looked around at the chaos with unmistakable satisfaction. “Begin the makeover!”