Shimira 

The ride to school was uneventful and quite since we were not fully awake yet. Ishi and I were probably the most awake out of everyone since we were drenched in glitter and in turn infected the others with  our glittery disease. Which sucks since I spent an hour braiding and putting my blond and black streaked hair up into a braid crown on my head, only for it to come loose during my short wrestling match with my twin. So I spent the remainder of the short ride repositioning my hair while flinging glitter around as I did. 

"Am I going to your class first or later?" Ishi asks in a whisper. 

"Go to yours first, I have to fix the wig still. We can switch after lunch." I respond, handing my brother a spare skirt from my bag of pranks, which is now glitterfied since the stuff gets everywhere. In hindsight, I shouldn't have dumped glitter on my twin, but what's done is done. We will live as human glitter bombs now. 

"Roger that." Ishi mock salutes, also flinging loose glitter around the car. 

"We're here. Behave, problem children." Dad informs us, as Papa pulls into the UA staff lot. 

"We will. See you after school." Everyone responds with a smile and wave as we exit the now parked yellow minivan. 

"Usually spot?" Ishi asks.

"Yep. See you there." I smile, heading towards my friends once I spotted them waiting in the hallway in front of our classroom. Glancing behind me I saw my twin meeting up with his friends. As we all head inside the building and towards our classes.

"Guys! I would move back." I remind them not getting any closer to the door than the end of the lockers. 

"Why?" Flare asks.

"Hatsume-sensei." I respond and watch as my friends quickly scramble away from the door that is soon to be blown off its hinges, again. 

A few seconds later the reinforced, steel door flew off its hinges and landed near class 1a's door. 

"I'll get it!" I call while Hatsume-sensei gets lectured by Power Loader-sensei for the seventh time since school started. After dropping my things off at my station, I make my way to the 1a classroom and our fallen door. 

After a quick knock I slide it open and peak my head inside, "D-Aizawa can I borrow a few students? The door came off, again." I inform my dad. 

With a sigh my dad calls on three students, all of them equally hot, two have blond hair and the third has green hair. Their eyes are mesmerizing. 

"Oi! Glitter girl! Where to?" One of them, the taller one asks. 

"Support please." I smiled at them and led the way. 

"Oi! Umi! Stop fucking with my tail!" The loud greenette of the three calls, obviously annoyed at the smaller. 

"Huh?" The smaller blond questions. Before looking down and noticing his own tail wrapped around the greenette's.

"Sorry Zue." The blond mumbles out, his white ears and tail now clearly visible. 

"Oi! Idiots, help me with this fucking door! Or Mom will make us run again." The lone female of the three demands the others. Her green ears and tail peeking out of her long wavy ash blond hair.

"Tch' whatever." The greenette chimes at the same time the shorter responds with, "Right."  With that the three each pick up a side with me next to the shorter male adding my own strength to lifting the heavy door and carting it back towards my class. 

"Thanks..."

"Bakugou's. Were triplets. I'm Izumi." The shorter male, Izumi informs me. 

"Thanks Bakugou's. I'll see you around!" I bow at the siblings retreating forms as they grumble about glitter and other things. Izumi gives me a quick bow and a smile with a wave as he catches up with his retreating siblings. 

"Well, time for class." I mumble to myself as I lift the door so it leans against the wall next to the classroom, to be discovered and attached to the doorframe; before heading inside.

Class went on as normal as a hero support class can be. Hatsume-sensei and a few second and third years under her direct supervision kept blowing their inventions up which eventually left half the classroom covered in sut and scorch marks. While the other half was more or less in perfect, organized chaos condition. Every student in my class has their own work stations and we all have more or less the same organizational system for our tools and blueprints and other things. I mean we do have a few oddballs that have their stations in perfectly clean and non organized chaos, we leave them alone. 

They give off a, 'dont talk to me, I'm working my ass off here' vibe that's just scary. Even my dumbass twin leaves them alone. He did glitter bomb one of them once and it was not pretty. They blamed me for it, which was hilarious, until they worked together to glitter bomb our giant mech suit Narishi and I spent months coming up with and working on. So needless to say, we left the creepy neat duo alone after that. Riding our mech of fine glitter was a pain in the ass, which we eventually gave up and just clear-coated the thing so the glitter wouldn't cause more damage to the mechs joints and other finer parts. 

With the ring of the lunch bell it's time Narishi and I switch courses for the rest of the day. See, we both loved working on support items and also learning a lot but since Narishi isn't very good at written tests or doing things on the spot like the support class practical, he wasn't able to get in and I was. We've been switching class since day one of school when we figured out our schedules actually lined up with what the other was better at. Sometimes we switched before we got to school when the other wasn't feeling like dealing with actual school and just wanted to invent stuff. Even after the teachers discovered our switching we kept going because it worked for us. We both keep our grades up and we get to learn almost everything the school has to offer. Well the things we wanted to learn. We're not really into being heroes. Helping them and building things we can do. But actually fighting, not so much. 

A few minutes before the end of lunch bell rang I met my twin in our usual spot behind the school, under the biggest cherry blossom tree the school had so we could switch clothes. 

"Why are we changing clothes still?" Ishi asked, stepping into the skirt before removing his pants.

"You know, I'm not sure." I shrug, helping Ishi with the wig, that's really just some extensions I braided in the same way I did my hair. 

"How do I look?" He asked, giving me a twirl.

"Like me." I giggle tucking my hair into a wig that's the same light as my twins. I had slipped on a pair of pants not long after he discarded his. 

"How do I look?" I asked, also spinning.

"Like me. See you after school." He smirked, heading towards my remaining classes while I went to his.