Chapter 9: A Chaotic Morning

The sun barely broke over the horizon, casting golden rays through the bedroom curtains, illuminating the space with a gentle glow. It was peaceful, serene—until a sudden burst of energy shattered that calm.

Izuku Midoriya was the first to stir, his firey red hair tousled and messy from sleep. He blinked the remnants of dreams from his eyes, turning to the side to find Eri nestled next to him, still deep in slumber. He watched her for a moment, listening to the soft rise and fall of her breathing, when an idea struck him. With a gentle nudge, he poked her side, whispering, "Eri, wake up!"

Eri stirred, her sleepy expression instantly transforming into one of pure excitement. Her large, doe-like eyes widened as she took in the morning light, and before Izuku could even brace himself, she sprang up and squealed, "Today's the day!!"

With all the energy of a firecracker, she launched herself off the bed and practically catapulted across the room. The small girl bounced off the walls in pure glee, her feet hardly touching the ground as she ricocheted around. In her wake, she left traces of her boundless energy, glowing faintly, swirling around her like a barely contained storm.

"I-I really think you should calm down before you wake—"

But it was too late.

The sound of thumping footsteps reverberated from upstairs, growing louder as they approached the staircase. Eri had effectively roused the entire household with her exuberant antics.

Downstairs – The Aftermath of Packing

By the time Shouta Aizawa and his husband Hizashi Yamada trudged downstairs, their groggy forms were met with a sight that would make any parent's heart drop.

Bags. Boxes. Everywhere.

Suitcases were stacked precariously on the couch, almost in a comical fashion, while smaller boxes overflowing with what appeared to be books, toys, and random trinkets covered the dining table. Two large crates had been shoved onto the TV stand, with their flat-screen television teetering atop them, precariously balanced like a makeshift altar devoted to chaos.

Shouta stood at the bottom of the stairs, his tired eyes widening as his mind processed the scene before him. There was only one place where the boxes were not.

The floor.

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples with a grimace. He was too tired to deal with this level of chaos before he had his coffee.

Shuffling into the kitchen like a zombie drawn to the promise of caffeine, he set to work brewing his lifeline—a pitch-black cup of coffee, rich and strong enough to wake the dead. Hizashi's coffee was next; he prepared it with care, adding the perfect amount of milk, a dash of sugar, and a generous swirl of French vanilla creamer to satisfy his sweet tooth.

As soon as the aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee danced through the air, Minoru appeared almost as if summoned, materializing beside Shouta like a silent guardian angel. The young boy, with his bright snow-white hair and attentive demeanor, approached with a steaming plate of breakfast burritos and fluffy French toast in hand.

"Here you go, Popa," Minoru said, his voice soft yet filled with affection as he set the plate down in front of Shouta.

Shouta accepted the plate with a weary smile, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Minoru's head. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Minoru beamed, pride lighting up his small face as he turned to hand another plate to Hizashi. The two older boys were emptying the contents of their sleep-dazed minds while grabbing their own breakfast, the kitchen filled with the clanging of utensils and the smell of syrup.

That was when Shouta looked up and realized something monumental.

Eight kids.

Eight.

He had eight kids and one husband.

God help him.

His gaze flickered toward Hizashi, who was already grinning over his coffee, his bright eyes filled with the kind of enthusiasm reserved for someone who had consumed five cups rather than one. Shouta couldn't help but shake his head, amusement breaking through his exhaustion.

"After we're done eating, get dressed," Shouta announced, his tone a strange mixture of sharp authority and fatherly love as he pointed a fork at his children. "However you want, but nothing inappropriate."

His glare landed squarely on Denki, who slumped at the table, unable to meet his gaze.

Denki groaned, throwing his arms up in exasperation. "I thought it was a dress, Popa! It was one time, and you will never let it go!"

The triplets and Eri erupted into fits of laughter, lightening the mood.

"Popa," the triplets said simultaneously, their voices an uncanny harmony that made Shouta flinch. It was unsettling, how synchronized they sounded.

"Yes?" he asked cautiously.

"Do you want to meet our alphas when we go home?" they queried, their wide, innocent eyes fixated on him.

Shouta blinked once. Twice.

Then he stared at them like they had just asked the most ridiculous question imaginable.

The triplets looked among themselves, a vague understanding passing between them as if they were a well-rehearsed team.

"I guess that's a yes," Minoru finally murmured, breaking the tension.

Shouta sighed deeply, running a hand down his face as the weight of the day ahead settled onto his shoulders. This was going to be a long day.

Without another word, he stood, scooped up their one-year-old daughter, and headed upstairs, Eri giggling in his arms.

"We leave in an hour!!" he called back down.

At those words, the boys sprang into action, scrambling to get dressed with an infectious sense of urgency.

Choosing Outfits – The Eternal Struggle

"Let's match," Minoru suggested enthusiastically.

"Stop copying me," Izuku shot back, crossing his arms defiantly.

"I'm not dealing with this!" Katsuki exclaimed, shaking his head in disdain.

"There should be a color scheme," suggested Fumikage, smoothing down the front of his shirt. "Let's go with black, dusty rose, and white."

The triplets exchanged identical expressions before they collectively sighed and rolled their eyes. The debate over outfits while satisfying personal aesthetics had become an age-old legend in their home.

In the end, they each got dressed in their own way while still adhering somewhat to the intended color palette.

Minoru with his snow-white hair, was pulled into a sleek low ponytail, with loose strands framing his delicate face. He wore a dusty rose sweater that contrasted elegantly with his slim black pants.

Izuku fluffy strands of fiery red hair were styled in two low ponytails that gave him an effortlessly wild yet refined appearance. He sported a black hoodie with white jeans that made the colors pop vibrantly.

Katsuki with his icy blue locks, which were thrown into a messy bun, a feature reflecting his careless yet striking personality. He donned a white turtleneck, paired with black pants and a dusty rose jacket that lent him an effortlessly regal look.

When they finally turned to look at each other, there was a mutual, silent agreement among them.

They looked good.

Downstairs 

By the time they made their critical descent downstairs, the entire family awaited their arrival.

In an ironic twist, Fumikage, Yuuga, and Denki had all opted for outfits in the same dusty rose shade, creating a whimsical ambiance between them. Eri beamed with innocence, clad entirely in white, while Shouta, Hizashi, and Shoto appeared striking in stark black.

"You guys ready?" Shouta asked, his sharp eyes scanning his children like a general assessing his troops. The corners of his mouth quirked into a rare, approving nod. "And you all look lovely."

The triplets mumbled their thanks, heads bowed shyly as they avoided direct eye contact, though their spirits lifted at their father's praise.

Then, with a flicker of dark red sparking in his eyes—a clear sign of his burgeoning quirk—Izuku effortlessly levitated all the bags and boxes, causing them to float gracefully behind him like loyal followers.

Katsuki and Minoru shared a knowing glance, the air thick with unspoken camaraderie.

Katsuki turned to Eri, whose eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Walk?"

At their synchronously enthusiastic nods, they set off together, the spirit of adventure pushing them forward.

The Journey – Fifteen Minutes In

"Are we there yet?"

The all-too-familiar whining voice echoed through the trees.

FIFTEEN MINUTES.

FIFTEEN MINUTES.

And their brothers were already testing the very limits of their patience.

Minoru, visibly annoyed, turned ghostly white, a tangible aura of irritation radiating from him as he struggled to conceal his frustration.

Even after extensive training, the triplets still grappled with their powers. Their bodies were still adjusting to their incredible abilities, which meant that involuntary reactions happened far too often, especially in moments of annonce.

"No," Minoru gritted out, his jaw tightening as he battled against the noise.

Fumikage, ever the calming presence within their group, reached out and gently took Minoru's hand.

Minoru looked over at Fumikage, blinking in surprise at the unexpected comfort.

Fumikage simply smiled, tilting his head upward with a serene expression, silently coaxing Minoru to breathe.

Minoru inhaled deeply, finding solace in the grounding connection before floating upward slightly, a state of meditation absorbing his irritable energy. He trailed behind the others, exuding calmness despite his earlier frustration.

"We're close," Katsuki muttered, like a compass honing in on its destination, confidence radiating from him.

As the trees thickened, Shouta narrowed his eyes, instinctively scanning their surroundings. He knew his children weren't capable of harm, but there was an air of mystery surrounding this particular place that seemed to beckon warnings.

Then—

Five minutes later, they stopped.

In front of them stood a massive, ancient tree, its gnarled roots twisting and curling upward in majestic display, cloaked in the senses of age and secrets.

Katsuki leaned against it casually, smiling at his family—a genuine warmth radiating from him as he stood beside the monumental trunk.

"We're here."

Everyone looked around, skeptical.

"Please tell me we're not living in a treehouse," Hizashi spoke up, exchanging incredulous glances with Denki.

"Yeah, I'd rather not get eaten by squirrels," Denki added with a hint of sarcasm.

Katsuki rolled his eyes dramatically before tapping the tree twice with his foot—a secret rhythm known only to them—before he vanished into the otherworldly trunk.

Shouta's Mama Mode activated immediately, sensing an instinctual need to protect.

"Wait—!" he reached out, panic rising as Katsuki disappeared within the tree's bark.

Then, before he could second-guess it, Minoru and Izuku jumped in without hesitation, the duo a seamless blend of bravery and curiosity.

The floating bags and boxes followed behind, levitating effortlessly as if anticipating their new home.

Denki? Flew inside after them, startled screams escaping him as he flailed through the air.

One by one, everyone disappeared into the tree's inviting embrace.

When the last person entered, the enormous tree sealed itself silently, leaving no trace of their passage, as if they had never been there at all.

And in that moment, they found themselves inside—

A home beyond imagination.

"Welcome," Katsuki grinned, positioning himself at the forefront of the extraordinary space, a sense of pride visible in his demeanor.

Everyone stood wide-eyed and awestruck, thoughts swimming within their minds.

How the hell did a tree become this?