Chapter Text
“Kid, you’ve got to get up,” Denki said as he softly shook his daughter awake.
“Die in a hole, D”
“God, you’re so much like your Dad, Hatsu. But you have to get up for school, bug. I’ve got to go to the agency so I can’t keep getting you up.”
“Ugh, fine” Hatsu groaned as she rolled out of bed.
Hatsu’s morning routine had become something of a blur: “Just keep moving until you get to school and you can ignore how early it is”, as her father always says. Showering used to be the bane of Hatsu’s existence, the large grey scar running down her face and body stings when the soapy water touches it but after ten years Hatsu has become numb to that pain. Walking out into the living room, Hatsu packed her bag instinctively picking up all of the purple supplies: you’d think that after 16 years of having triplets, her dads wouldn't have to still colour code them.
“Morning Dimwit. You look like shit.” Hatsu’s brother said as he walked down stairs without wearing a shirt, his black and purple hair was the only part of his appearance that didn't look fully ragged.
“Of course, its fucking 7am. What do you want, Katsuro?” Hatsu replies between spoonfuls of cereal
“Where’s Aiko? She grabbed my school shirt from the laundry instead of her own”
“So that’s why you're not wearing a shirt, also do I still look like her? I thought after this happened,” Hatsu paused, gesturing towards her scar, “people could actually tell us apart”
“Hatsu, I’m your brother,” Katsuro replies “I’ve been able to tell you two apart since we were born. Do you know where she is though?”
“Ugh, have you knocked on the bathroom door? Maybe she's showering, dude”
“Oh” Katsuro chuckled, “Yeah, forgot about that”
“Ugh, morning,” Aiko said as she walked downstairs towards the kitchen. She and Hatsu were identical twins with bright blonde hair with a purple lightning bolt reminiscent of their father’s. The only obvious difference between them were their scar patterns, Hatsu’s dark grey scar covering the left half of her body and Aiko’s small lightning scars creeping up her right arm.
“I was gonna ask if you two were ready to go, but clearly not. Kats, why aren't you wearing a shirt?”
“Cause you didn’t look and grabbed my shirt instead of your own”
Aiko reached around her back to see the small green dot on the tag of her shirt. “Oh, so that's why it’s a bit big.”
“Here’s yours, give me mine back.” Katsuro said as they threw the shirt at Aiko
As Aiko leaves to switch out the mismatched shirts, Hitoshi walks out of his bedroom lazily covered in his pajamas.
“How are my gremlin children?” Hitoshi asked with a chuckle
“Sore and exhausted, T” Hatsu replied
“Is your shoulder giving you grief?” Hatsu nodded “If it hurts you should wear your sling, Bug”
“It's the first day, if I turn up in a sling, people will pity me, and call me the next Deku! I’m not going to break all my bones, that's Toshinori’s job!”
“People won't pity you for taking care of your body.”
“Yeah they will.” Katsuro pipes up from in between stuffing their face with toast. “T, don’t you remember when she used to have to wear the eyepatch and people treated her like a baby?”
“Exactly! I’m not wearing it.”
“Whatever,” Hitoshi says while rolling his eyes, “I’m too tired to argue with you, just do me a favour, take your sling. If the pain gets too bad, put it on and go see Aunty Eri Ok?”
“Fine” Hatsu groaned
The family slowly got ready for the day. Katsuro and Aiko finally had their own shirts on, and all three of them had their bags packed and were ready to go.
“Hey!” Hitoshi pipes up just as the kids are going to leave, “First day of school photo!”
“Why?” Aiko said with a sigh, “We’re sixteen, who takes back to school photos of highschoolers?”
“You know your grandfathers will kill me if I don't get a photo of you three on your first day at UA.” Hitoshi replied
“But Grandad is going to see us today, what's the point?” Katsuro asked
“It’s not your Grandad, it's Pop. He wants the photos of his grandbabies at school, Mizu is also taking one.”
“He’s in year two, where school is actually fun.” Hatsu scoffed
“The less you three complain about this the quicker you can head off and see your friends.”
The kids stopped complaining and finally got the photo taken. As soon as their dad said that they could, the triplets grabbed their bikes and skateboards and started the ride up towards their new school, UA. Their fathers went to this school, their grandfathers went to this school, and now the Kaminari triplets are stepping up to the plate. As they arrived at school, they saw three others arrive at a similar time: Eijiro Kirishima and his sons, Riki and Toshinori, stepped out of their car. Kirishima stood tall in his Red Riot hero costume. Riki had dark green eyes reminiscent of his fathers and black hair that was shaved at the sides and flopped in front of his face. Toshinori, on the other hand, had curly green hair and red eyes that made it impossible to distinguish which of his dads he got them from. Toshinori wore a grey wetsuit under his clothes that you could see poking out at the edges of his uniform.
“Hatsu! My dude!” Toshinori yelled as he got out of his fathers car, “You ready for today?”
“Not at all” Hatsu replied
“It’s only school, what's so bad?” Toshinori asks
“Everything, at least you aren't being taught by your own grandfather.”
“Yeah, but my Papa teaches the second years.”
“Tosh, you will barely even see me.” Kirishima says with a chuckle “When I was a first year, I didn’t notice any of the second year teachers.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Toshinori rolled his eyes, “You were so enamored with Dad and Pops that you couldn't pay attention to any teachers, you’ve told us that so many times.”
“What I’m saying is that you’ll be too focused on school to even remember I teach here. Now, Aizawa doesn't like to wait, so you five should head up to your classroom. Do you know the way?”
“Papa,” Riki sighed, “You’ve taken us to school with you so many times, I think we can find a giant door that says 1A on it.”
“Okay, Okay, I’ll leave you guys to it, have a good day” Kirishima replies
“See ya, Papa!” Toshinori says
“Bye Kirishima Sensei!” Aiko says as the kids start to walk off towards their class. Riki and Toshinori lead the triplets around the school finally arriving at their classroom. There were faces of some of the kids they grew up with, kids of some of the top heroes, and people who had pretty much become their family. The other students were all new faces, there was a rainbow of different colors in the room ranging from blonde to natural pink hair.
“Ok, Sit down and shut up.” Aizawa said as the students all scurried to find their seats. His greying black hair flowed over his shoulders and perfectly framed his scar littered face. “Welcome to UA. Now, I don’t want to be here and was going to retire last year, but nobody else would take the children of my old infamous class 1A”
“Like the class Red Riot was in?” Piped up a red haired boy from the back of the class
“Yes, Red Riot was in that class,” The boy lights up when Aizawa confirms his question. “Kats, come up here and hand these out for me. These are little questionnaires about who you are and what you would like to be called in class. Please take this seriously, I have had a student that wrote that he wanted to be called a stinky poop man.” Aizawa says as he glares at his grandkids, all four of them knowing that it was their dad that requested it.
Aizawa sits at his desk marking off the class roll as the students hand up their introduction cards and mingle.
“Ok, now I am just going to say this now, we do have a set of triplets and a set of twins in this class, and thus they have the same surnames, so instead of calling each of them Bakugo or Kaminari, I will be using their first names to make everything easier for everyone. Go get into your sports uniforms and meet me out on field gamma. Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu, Okane, Patricks, stay back a minute, I need to ask you a few questions.”
“What do you think he wants Ayane and Maro for?” Katsuro asks as the boys walk towards their change room
“It’s obvious.” Mateo Iida replied, He looked just like his father, his blue hair was curly and styled to be off his face. You could barely tell that he wasn’t just Iida’s child, however his dark brown eyes were reminiscent of his Moddy Sero’s. “Because Ayane and Maro are both transgender, Aizawa intends to ensure they are comfortable changing. This means assigning them the change room that best fits their identity. He did the same thing for my Moddy when they were our age.”
“Oh yeah,” Katsuro chuckles, “I forget Maro is also trans, they’re just Maro to me”
"That is the point of their transition, is it not? They do not want people to realise they are trans.”
“You’re such a nerd, Teo,” Riki laughs
“What do you expect? He's an Iida, after all” Katsuro says “He’s like a mini version of Ingenium.”
“My brother is also an Iida and he does not talk formally like father and I, he is much more, as our Moddy would put it, ‘laid-back’”
Once all of the students were at the training ground, Aizawa began teaching the lesson, “Remember in middle school when you would do those fitness tests?” a soft agreeing murmur spread over the class. “We are going to do those today, but with a twist. You can use your quirks as much as you want. Push them to the limits and do everything to make these your best results ever. Also, I will rank you, and the student that comes in last will be expelled.”
Choruses of “What? Expelled? but I just got here?” and “Was the entrance exam meaningless?” echoed throughout the class, but nine students remained calm, their parents had told them all about how their teacher fake expels students. A student standing in the back of the group raised her hand
“Yes, Yoarashi.”
“My dad said that you did this with him as well, but you didn't actually expel anyone, was it just a threat? Is it the same this time?” she asked
“Of course you inherited Shoto’s bluntness,” Aizawa said “and you’re correct. I was not going to expel anyone.”
“Ugh!” Riki playfully groaned “Rei, bubs, why did you have to reveal that he wasn't going to expel someone, It’s more fun to watch the new kids stress out!”
‘Ok, nobody is getting expelled and I don’t want to deal with a couples quarrel on the first day of school. First task: get this ball to go as far as you can.”
‘I’ve got this, Aizawa Sensei!” Ayane said with a smirk, “Watch this!” Ayane unzipped her jacket and quickly produced a baseball pitching machine out of her abdomen. She placed the ball in and watched as it flew far into the forests on the edge of the field.
“30 meters, Nice work, Yaoyorozu.” Aizawa said with a smile “That’s quite a bit further than your mother threw it on her first day, did she help you with this?”
“Yeah, Mother thought it would be a good idea to make a pitching machine and I modified it to throw the ball even further than before.”
“I bet I can do better!”
“It’s not a competition, but go ahead Hatsume, show us what you’ve got.” Aizawa replies
As she walks up to the mark, She starts to tug on her hair, and pulls out a large red braid out of her scalp, the braid then morphs into an arrow that is the same colour as her hair. She produces a bow and places the ball on a pillar in front of herself. She fires the arrow and watches as it picks up the ball and carries it away.
“And that’s how it’s done.” She says smugly
“Woah! That was so cool! What’s your name?” A kid with an orange mullet with white side pieces reminiscent of a clown fish asked
“Call me Chip.”
“My name's Fish, it feels weird to go by Patricks.”
“Oh my GOD!” Toshinori laughed, “Fish and Chip! That's amazing!”
“Shut up Toshi,” Riki said, “don’t laugh at people’s names! Also, you can’t talk, you're named after All Might!”
“It’s not my fault that Dad and Pops have been obsessed with him since they were babies!”
“Riki, Toshinori, stop fighting.” Aizawa groans, “You’re just like your dads, if only you two inherited more of your personalities from Kirishima”
The class moved through the tests with relative ease. The students excelled in different tests and struggled in others. There were strength tests, sit up tests and other challenges meant to see where the students sat with their quirks on the first day. The final test had finally arrived: the fifty meter run.
“Iida, Patricks, and Amano. You three are up first.” Aizawa said
“Give me a second, Mr Aizawa,” Fish replied, “Just got to fix my leg first.”
“What do you mean fix your leg?” Hatsu asked
“This” Fish says as they lift up their left pant leg revealing a prosthetic leg that goes all the way up above their knee, “I can’t transform with it on, so I need to take it off before I do stuff that involves full transformations.”
“What happened to your leg?”
“Fucking massive great white shark bite, mate, I was out surfing and one came up and ate me leg. Guess it took my name a bit literally” Fish replied in a fake heavy Australian accent
“Fish, Stop pretending you’re like Steve Irwin.” A blonde haired kid with dark birthmarks on his face says, “Do you see me exaggerating my accent just cause we're around new people.”
“Let me have fun, Mag!”
“Wait really?” Katsuro asks, “Your leg was eaten by a shark?”
“Nah, I was born like this.” Fish answered back into their normal accent, “Given one leg by whatever decides our fate and anyway I can’t even surf.”
“Hurry up, Patricks, I don't have all day.”
“Ok, Ok.” Fish said as they pulled off their prosthetic and transformed into a cheetah. The three students with speed quirks ran the 50 meters fast and the class tests were finally over.