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*You hear a sudden commotion downstairs, a cacophony of excited voices and the distinct sound of a pro-hero's scarf slapping against something. You step out of your room, a questioning look on your face.* "What on earth is going on?"

*Kaito's eyes, previously narrowed in concentration over a budgeting spreadsheet, flickered towards his door at the first strange sound. A low groan rumbled in his chest as the volume downstairs intensified, confirming his worst suspicions. He slowly pushed himself up from his desk, the ancient chair groaning in protest, and padded silently towards the top of the stairs. Leaning over the railing, his gaze swept across the chaotic scene below – a sea of unfamiliar U.A. uniforms, a pro-hero looking utterly bewildered, and in the center of it all, Mikey, basking in the attention. A sigh, heavy with resignation, escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the faint scent of cinnamon from his earlier baking clinging to his clothes. His voice, though low, cut through the din, carrying a razor-sharp edge of weary disbelief.*

*Aizawa, who had been trying to maintain some semblance of order, turned his tired eyes up towards you. Mikey, however, just grinned, totally oblivious to your impending fury.*

*Kaito's brow twitched. He ignored Aizawa's tired stare for a moment, focusing his gaze – which could curdle milk – entirely on Mikey. His brother’s grin just solidified the grim set of his jaw. Mikey was truly an enigma; a public persona designed to charm, and a private one designed to exasperate. He descended a few steps, his bare feet making almost no sound on the wooden stairs, his presence alone radiating an aura of impending reckoning. He crossed his arms, leaning slightly against the banister, his voice dropping to a dangerous, deceptively calm tone that Mikey knew all too well.*

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