The sun broke through the haze of morning clouds, casting warm, golden rays over U.A. Academy. The campus buzzed with excitement, students milling about, their chatter punctuated by the clanging of metal and the occasional burst of laughter.
This was the moment the Aizawa-Yamada family had awaited for years—the culmination of months of preparation, training, and unwavering determination. Today, they would step into the hallowed halls of Class 1-A, where future heroes forged their destinies.
Hizashi, known for his flamboyant persona and infectious enthusiasm, had left well before dawn, his vibrant voice reverberating through the academy's PA system. "Good morning, future heroes! Are you ready to take on the challenge of a lifetime?" His words electrified the atmosphere, filling it with an undeniable sense of purpose.
Meanwhile, at home, chaos unfolded. Shouta, the ever-practical and perpetually exhausted father of the triplets, was already running on low battery. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the throbbing headache that seemed to come with each frantic scream from Eri. The little girl wailed, seemingly unaware of the monumental day ahead.
Among all this, the triplets were in the throes of a mini-war, scrambling around the house like whirlwind tornadoes searching for lost treasures."I told you guys not to touch my stuff!!" Katsuki screamed, his voice echoing through the hall as he rifled through the mountain of belongings on the floor.
"Well, you can't tell us what to do!!" Minoru shot back defiantly, his hands busy trying to locate his favorite hero figurine, a relic from their childhood.Shouta let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of his decision pressing heavily on his shoulders. Adopting triplets had turned out to be much more than he had anticipated.
"My last choice had to be triplets. I just had to adopt triplets as my last choice," he muttered, exasperation coloring his tone.Finally, the chaos subsided, if only for a moment. Eri settled down, nibbling contentedly on her waffles. Her small, innocent face brightened the room, offering Shouta a fleeting moment of respite—until the inevitable eruption of sound shattered the fragile peace.
"IF YOU GUYS ARE NOT OUT IN FIVE MINUTES, I'M LEAVING YOU ALL!" Shouta bellowed, his weariness compelling him to unleash a sense of urgency.
A moment of silence followed, then thunderous stomping resonated down the wooden staircase as the triplets came tumbling down, a cacophony of limbs and laughter. It was a whirlwind of energy, each child vying for the lead as they raced toward the door, determination lighting their eyes.
Time Skip: The Written Exam
The examination hall, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The written exam, the initial hurdle that stood between them and their dreams, was sprawled out before the students. The silence that enveloped the room was almost tangible, a stark contrast to the chaos that had marked their morning.
The triplets took their seats, hearts pounding with anticipation. The exam was designed to last two hours, but for Minoru, Katsuki, and Izuku, it was little more than a sprint. Their pencils flew across the pages, minds racing as they answered each question with unnerving speed and accuracy. With just thirty minutes elapsed, they glanced at one another, exchanged nods, and cracked their knuckles, earning curious glances from nearby professors who watched in disbelief.
With extra time to kill, they settled into a comfortable huddle, stretching their limbs like cats basking in the sun. The buzz of energy returned, this time tempered with excitement.
"Let's just hope we aren't in the same section," Minoru muttered, leaning lazily against Katsuki, who rolled his eyes at the comment. Izuku, lost in thought, cracked one eye open, his voice barely above a whisper. "And why, pray tell, do you not want us in the same section?"
At that, both Minoru and Katsuki exchanged incredulous looks. "We all know how competitive we are," Minoru sighed, whispering back. "If we were in the same section, we'd do anything to win. That means we'd crush everyone else's chances of getting into the hero course."
Katsuki nodded in agreement, and Izuku sensed the logic in their reasoning, contemplating just how fiercely they would compete against each other. A loud chime echoed through the room, signaling the start of the second phase of the entrance exam. As they stood, a mischievous gleam sparkled in Katsuki's eyes.
*Let's make a bet,* he conveyed telepathically to Minoru and Izuku, a hushed excitement coursing through their connection. The whispers had become second nature to them since discovering their ability to communicate mentally, a treasure trove of secrets shared only amongst the triplets. It was a weapon they wielded carefully, one they had yet to reveal to anyone else.
Izuku sighed, sensing the familiar undertone of mischief. 'And what is this bet?'
`I can feel you rolling your eyes, Izuku.`
'Good. The fuck?'
`What's the bet, Suki?` Minoru asked, his curiosity piqued.
*Glad you asked, Min Min. The bet is—whoever gets the highest points can take whatever they want from the two losers' money.* A wicked grin spread across Minoru's face, his competitive spirit ignited, with a glint of dangerous excitement sparking in Izuku's eyes.'You're on.'
With that resounding agreement, the three of them bolted from their seats as the gates to their respective test areas swung open.
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Combat Exam—Izuku's Trial
Hovered gracefully above the ground, poised in mid-air, fingers curling slightly as a pulsing red aura enveloped him like a protective shield. His determination was palpable, a force that seemed to command the attention of the colossal robots that littered the battlefield. The first robot barely had time to process its target before it was obliterated by a concentrated burst of energy that erupted from Izuku's palm. Boom! The metallic husk shattered like glass, debris scattering into the atmosphere as if celebrating his power.
Izuku's senses heightened, he turned sharply, catching the movement behind him. Three more robots barreled toward him, engines roaring in defiance. He cracked his neck, floating just a little higher in challenge, debris orbiting around him like loyal satellites.
With an elegant flick of his wrist, he sent the floating chunks of rubble shooting forward like missiles.
Each projectile pierced through the metal with devastating precision, setting off a chain reaction of destruction.The robots erupted into twisted scraps, and a grin unfurled across Izuku's face, exhilaration coursing through his veins. He thrived on the thrill of the fight. More. He needed more.
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Katsuki's Mayhem
"This was a bad fucking idea," Katsuki muttered to himself, realization dawning the moment the fight commenced. His other halves weren't holding back. It was a test of strength, and he was all in. He dashed forward, fury crackling around him in violent arcs of energy. As the ground shook violently, Katsuki skidded to a halt, eyes widening.
Seven towering robots charged toward him, and his gut sank. What the actual fuck? Who the hell designed this?
"Why were they so damn big? Big as hell for what, man," he grunted, annoyance flaring in his chest.Without hesitation, he lifted his palm, a glowing blue vortex spiraling into existence, swirling with raw power.
With a savage snarl, he released it forward. BOOM! The shockwave of the impact rippled through the battlefield, and metal crunched beneath the force. The robots toppled like dominoes, obliterated under his explosive might. Katsuki bobbed his head, smirking with a feral delight as he danced past the remains of his adversaries.
"Dead hoe. Bitch hoe. This isn't moving, though. Where you, mama? Tch, don't matter, 'cause you dead, bro." He mumbled to himself, laughing as adrenaline flooded his system.
Training had forged him into a powerhouse, but amidst it all, they had learned that there were moments to goof off and times to take things seriously. As he sprinted ahead, a fierce determination ignited in his chest. He was hunting for more targets, hungry for the fight.
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Minoru's Hunt
Minoru wore a grin that could only be described as mischievous. The sight of robots sprinting in terror from him was utterly spectacular. "Just giving me all the robots, then?" he taunted, relishing the chaos around him.His hands glimmered white-hot with crackling energy.
With an eager flick of his wrist, a barrage of explosions followed—Bang! Bang! Bang!
One by one, the metallic foes fell like flies, unable to withstand his overwhelming might. Humming to himself, he skipped forward, reveling in the thrill.
"You tried. You failed. Nobody touches me. Won't touch me. Can't touch me. What happened? What happened? Oh, can't hear? Be near? Opp. Dead men," he sang gleefully, the sheer joy of battle invigorating his every move. But just as triumph seemed assured, danger swooped in unexpectedly. A massive building hurtled over his head, plunging Minoru into chilling reality.
Stunned, he slowly turned to face three massive robots looming behind him, their red lights glowing ominously. His expression darkened, hands rising like a conductor commanding an orchestra. Elegant movements traced intricate paths in the air, and a scowl marred his face. They had crossed the line, and now, the game had changed. Now you've pissed me off.
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The Final Test: Nezu's Twist
Shouta leaned back against the observation room's wall, arms crossed tightly, watching the monitors with a mixture of pride and exasperation. He sighed softly, rubbing his temples. "What is up with my kids?"
Their lack of restraint and anarchic way of battling stirred both anxiety and admiration within him. Nezu, the academy's enigmatic principal, sipped his tea, amusement glinting in his eyes. "You have some powerful children, Shouta," he cooed, his voice light with laughter. Shouta shot him a tired look, exuding the weariness of a father trying to rein in untamable forces.
"You haven't seen power yet." With a maleficent smirk, Nezu's paw hovered above a prominent red button, fingers twitching with mischief. He pressed it without warning.
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The Triplets' Final Challenge
A deep rumbling roared through the battlefield, shaking the very ground upon which the triplets stood. Buildings trembled and collapsed around them, clouds darkening as if an omen loomed above. A monstrous zero-pointer emerged from the wreckage, towering higher than the tallest buildings, casting a long shadow over the heroes-in-training. The triplets, all at the same time, looked up, a mixture of disbelief and exhilaration flooding their senses. "You gotta be shitting me," Katsuki growled, his voice tinged with a fierce excitement. The air crackled as energies surged around them. The stakes had been raised to unimaginable heights. This was a playful war.
To Be Continued…