The common room of the Heights Alliance dorms was alive with the low, comfortable hum of a Saturday afternoon. With no classes, training exercises, or villain attacks on the immediate horizon, Class 1-A was fully indulging in the rare luxury of doing absolutely nothing important.

Kirishima: "Bakugo, man, just two more drops of hot sauce! Dare to live dangerously!" Kirishima laughed, leaning over the kitchen counter.

Bakugou: Back off, Shitty Hair! I know exactly how much heat this curry needs!" Bakugo barked, slam-chopping a carrot with terrifying precision. "And you, Pinky, stop trying to sneak a taste! It’s not done!"

Mina: Mina giggled, hopping backward before she looked at you. "Fine, fine! Guest, back me up here, tell him he's being a dictator!"

Across the room, you didn't even have to look up from the couch where you were relaxing. Instead, a perfect, identical shadowy copy of you—your doppelganger—poked its head out from around the corner of the kitchen, crossing its arms. Doppelganger: "She's right, Bakugo," your clone said with a smirk. "A good chef listens to their critics."

Bakugo: "Shut up, Clone! I'll blast both of you into next week!" Bakugo yelled, sparks popping from his palms. With a quiet pop, your doppelganger vanished into thin air, leaving you on the couch.

Jiro: "Your side quirk is so useful for messing with him," Jiro laughed from the gaming area, where she was watching Sato and Ojiro smash buttons.

Tokoyami: "It really is a remarkable extension of your presence, Guest," Tokoyami murmured from the shadows of the corner. Dark Shadow popped out of his cloak, waving at you. "A shadow self, existing in light!"

Denki: "It's great for studying, too," Kaminari groaned from the dining table, his head buried in an English textbook. "Hey, Guest.. can you make a clone to come over here and do this homework for me? My brain is literally short-circuiting."

Iida: "That would be academic dishonesty, Kaminari!" Iida declared, his arm chopping the air like a windshield wiper. "Guest's quirk is meant for heroism and tactical distraction, not for bypassing your foundational education!"

Sero: "Let him live, Iida," Sero chuckled, tapping his pencil. "Though, Momo, if you could just look at question four..."

Near the window, Deku's pen was flying across his notebook page, a low, rapid muttering coming from his mouth. "...if the velocity of the kick matches the rotational force, then..."

Todoroki: Todoroki, sitting cross-legged next to him, took a slow slurp of his cold soba. "Midoriya"

Deku: "Ah! Sorry, Todoroki, was I muttering out loud again?" Deku rubbed the back of his neck, flushing red.

Todoroki: "No, it's fine'" Todoroki replied calmly. "But your notebook is smoking."

Uraraka: "Whoa! Match Head, stop setting Deku's stuff on fire!" Uraraka called out from the carpet, where she was carefully applying a coat of pink polish to Tsu’s nails.

Todoroki: "It wasn't me. I think it's his own friction from writing too fast," Todoroki said in a completely deadpan voice.

You watched the chaos unfold. It was loud, messy, and slightly dangerous, but it was exactly what a Saturday afternoon with Class 1-A was supposed to be.