Third person pov

They'd all sort of-- and by sort of, she meant not at all-- adjusted to her father being the new Number One hero. It felt awkward to bring it up. It just wasn't... Shota Aizawa did not like the spotlight. He was tired, lazy, and drank too much coffee. It was hard to view him as being on top, even if they all knew just how strong he was. It was clear to Lillian that her dad wasn't exactly loving all the attention either. He was avoiding watching the news like the plague, and he'd already changed his phone number to avoid the many calls that were pouring in, all reporters egging to get interviews. 

Hitoshi's room had been right next to Shoto's. Lillian said 'had' because they'd knocked the wall out to make it one giant room. It had been Aizawa's mistake telling them they could renovate as they pleased and make the rooms their own. They put in a bunk bed, built a third dresser from the wall they'd knocked out. They also tore out one of the doors, since the giant room at that point had two. They patched the wall with god knows what, and then constructed a closet and used the salvaged door for that. After that, they went outside and made a giant mud pit that they mixed sand and dead grass into, and that's where Lillian and Neito started to make mud bricks, with Katsuki taking them and straightening them out and handing them off to Shoto. 

They would form the bricks out of the mud, and then Shoto would superheat them until they hardened into useable bricks. Kaminari saw what they were doing and somehow managed to get a wheelbarrow, so the electric-quirk user would pile them up and then wheel them into the elevator and then to the room once it was full. Hitoshi was already mixing cement, having used an electric saw to cut out part of the wall. The bricks behind the wall would serve as the back of their new fireplace.

They were quick and efficient enough that by the time Aizawa realized what had happened, they were already upstairs covered in dried mud and halfway done with their small fireplace. He had only stared as they all froze, turning to look at him. Lillian was on Katsuki's shoulders, Kaminari halfway through passing her another brick while Neito hammered together a wood mantle out of the portion of the wall they'd taken out for the fireplace itself. Hitoshi and Shoto were the ones slathering cement on the bricks. Hitoshi was somehow better at it than Shoto despite being one-handed. He was a teen of many talents. 

After about thirty seconds of staring, Vlad crashed through the window with four giant boxes of pizza in tow, sending glass flying. Aizawa just turned around and walked out. Lillian quietly placed down another brick as he left, the door slamming behind him. Shoto pursed his lips, awkwardly reaching out and tapping the play button on his phone, which was sitting on the dresser next to the fireplace. Waka Waka by Shakira continued playing. The world went round.

So overall, everything was going great! They'd adjusted to the dorms. Lillian and her dad were in the process of redoing their apartment. Mihoko had come to visit and had gasped in horror when she saw it, and Hitoshi had just nodded in agreement. Thus, the entire place was in disarray. They were living with it, even if Lillian's bedroom was... well, gone. It had become the kitchen, and her room was being moved so it was next to her father's. Only her fathers had also been moved so-- everything was just everywhere. That, and Katsuki had been sleeping on her floor since they moved in, so she guessed maybe 'adjusted' wasn't the best word to use.

Now, they were back to training. Her dad had been hesitant to start again, but knew he couldn't stall forever. Lillian was sort of glad to get back into the swing of things! It felt good. She wanted to get stronger. She was still having trouble sleeping, but being productive helped get her mind off of that. Things would be okay. She had to believe that. Hitoshi believed it! He was already talking to the support department about some sort of prosthetic. They had a student-- Hatsume Mei-- who was batshit crazy and exactly what they needed. 

"This isn't going well." Lillian frowned, staring at all her classmates already practicing their ultimate moves. Lillian had no idea where to start. Well, she sort of did, but she also didn't. She wasn't good at coming up with things like this. Not like Shoto, Neito, and Katsuki were. There were a couple things she could think of that could work, but she wasn't sure how to make them happen. Most of them required her to team up with another classmate anyway, but they were all a little busy at the moment. 

Katsuki continued to glance down at Lillian every so often as he prepared to perform his special move, checking on her to make sure she was still there. He knew he was being an idiot. Aizawa had already tried to remove him from Lillian's room several times, wrapping him in his capture weapon and dragging him towards the door. This panic would just... awaken in him, and he'd start to trash around and freak out. He didn't know why. He'd heard the term "PTSD" passed around a few times, but he did his best to ignore it. He was... he was perfectly fine. He was just worried about Lillian. That was all!

They'd been stuck together in the Beast's Forest, hauling that one injured extra through the trees while trying to find their way back to the road so they could get to camp. They'd almost gotten themselves eaten by a cannibal. The same one who'd cut off Hitoshi's hand, which they'd seen lying there on the ground. Just thinking back to it made Katsuki sick, and he couldn't imagine how Lillian felt. Sometimes he'd catch her looking at Hitoshi's stump of a wrist, her eyes far away and a certain sort of frown twisted on her face. It made his chest clench.

She'd been taken away from him. Right before his eyes, she'd been kidnapped. So, of course, he'd gone after her. He had been forced to watch her shake and tremble, her eyes covered by a blindfold. And then-- it only got better-- they were separated when she was taken again. And then, even better, really, his childhood best friend had tried to shoot her! If not for Awase blocking the bullet, she'd be six feet under right now! The idea made him angry. So angry, he was pretty sure his entire body would just implode. He was going to kill every last one of those villain bastards. 

"I have to get my provisional license." Lillian mumbled, more to herself than to anyone else. She bit the inside of her cheek, eyes swiveling about. Her dad had given them all a lecture that had honestly pumped her up and terrified her at the same time. They were going to be responsible for human lives. Actual, living, breathing humans! It was like being a mother, but so much scarier! Or was it? She should ask her dad. He'd be a good judge... maybe. Maybe Mihoko would be better, but she was pretty fearless in general. Lillian didn't know! She was struggling here!

Even worse, she was going to need to create two ultimate moves! Two! Not just one! God, she was done for. She may as well apply to McDonalds now. She was going to end up flipping burgers either way at this rate. There was so much happening around her. Loud noises, Aoyama's laser firing off, Shoto's ice cracking and his fire roaring, Katsuki's explosions, the sound of rubble falling... down... and crashing down around her, and ash and dust wafting through the a-

"Ah, young Lillian!" A voice boomed, snapping her out of her dramatic, mortifying flashback moment and causing her to whip around. She blinked in surprise to see none other than All Might standing there, his bandaged arm resting in a dark blue sling. It was a shock to see him out and about so soon, but it made her chest feel warm.

"A-All Might! What are you d-doing here? Shouldn't you be resting?" Lillian managed to squeak out. Truth be told, she'd never really had the chance to directly talk to the hero. Not really, anyway. A part of her hadn't had any interest. He was an amazing, inspirational hero. Someone Lillian definitely looked up to as strong. However, her quirk was nothing like his. That was okay! There was nothing wrong with that, she just had other idols she found herself striving to be more like. Confident like Present Mic, and efficient like her father. 

"She's right." Aizawa drawled, shuffling over. "You should be focusing on recuperating. And lesson planning."

Lillian rose her eyebrows at her dad. He rose his back. Was lesson planning his idea of recuperating? If so, they needed to sit down and have a chat about what relaxation really was. 

"Hey, why the cold reception? They're workin' their big moves now, right? There's no way I could miss being here for this." All Might said, walking forward. He looked tired. Lillian could relate. She was pretty sure the bags under her eyes were almost just as bad as his were. "I'm still a UA teacher, you know."

All Might wondered what Young Midorya would have as his special move were he here. What angle he'd approach things from, what path he'd take. It was useless to think about now, All Might supposed, but it still stung. Instead, he turned his attention to Young Lillian. She was staring at the chaos here classmates were creating with her brows furrowed and her lips pressed firmly together. It was fairly clear she had literally no idea how to approach this. Her quirk did not create any sort of attack like Young Todoroki's did, or Young Bakugo's. It froze things. Surely that could be of use, though! 

Looking at her, her costume had clearly undergone some improvements. Her legs were more armored, and so was her chest. It hurt to think that maybe her encounter with Izuku had... had led her to perhaps thing she needed... maybe he shouldn't think about that right now. Toshinori was glad to see she'd made improvements to herself! A lot of 1-A had. They were really starting to look like real, full-fledged heroes! It was inspiring to see. He was relieved to see that Young Midoriya's unexpected betrayal hadn't broken them. 

"AP Shot!" Bakugo boomed from overhead, stopping All Might in his tracks. There was a massive boom, followed closely by the cracking of stone. Toshinori froze. Things seemed to slow down around him as he turned his attention upwards, his eyes growing impossibly wide as a chunk of rubble fell towards him. He barely registered Young Bakugo's shout for him to get out of the way as the massive portion of cement sailed down towards him. He heard Aizawa shout for him as well, and then right when it was about to fall and crush him---

It stopped.

All Might sucked in a shaky breath of air, taking a small, tentative step back. The giant rock didn't move. It was suspended mid-air, stuck in place like it had been frozen in time. His attention dazedly drifted over to Lillian. She was gawking at them like she couldn't believe that had just happened, her face covered in sweat and her eyes wide with a small amount of terror and large amount of surprise. All Might blinked owlishly back, looking to Aizawa. He looked beyond relieved, bringing a hand up to his forehead as Bakugo peered down in horror at what had almost just happened.

"Young Lillian... you-" Toshinori began to say, but he was cut off when Lillian ran directly towards him at breakneck speed. He tensed, half-expecting her to barrel into him and take them both down. He didn't know why that's what he'd immediately assumed would happen. Maybe it was something about the look in her eyes, or the tilt at which she was running. Even Aizawa looked mildly concerned as she darted towards them, hand moving back to his scarf as he prepared to take his own daughter down if necessary. 

"Special move!" Lillian exclaimed before anyone could say anything else, jumping up and grabbing the frozen boulder with two hands. She moved it like it was light as paper. Toshinori's jaw dropped as she spun around with it, chucking it towards the pillar Shoto was on. "Hurricane Tortilla!" 

She unfroze it when it reached its peak, sending it hurtling full speed at the pillar. It crashed into it with a massive bang that made Aizawa's face go pale and Toshinori's entire body twitch. Everyone seemed to stop to turn and watch the pillar completely crack, crumbling at its center and beginning to fall. Shoto just stood there as it fell, not looking the least bit surprised. Though, he did flip Lillian off as he began to fall towards the ground. She flipped him off right back.

"That's for eating the last slice of pizza, bitch!" Lillian shook her fist at him. Overhead, Bakugo cackled. Aizawa just sighed, and Toshinori had to wonder how a girl like that had come from such an exhausted, cold, stoic man. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

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"So her name was originally Aiyako?" Neito blinked, peering into the box. Lillian and her dad had ended up pulling it out that evening because they had nothing else to do while Mihoko and Hitoshi absolutely tore up the rest of the apartment. It was sort of starting to come together, but Aizawa and Lillian still had no idea what it was going to look like when it was done. Hitoshi had just shrugged and said it was going to be a surprise, and Mihoko had nodded sagely in agreement. So that was that.

"I guess so." Lillian said thoughtfully. Kaminari whistled.

"We had it changed legally to Lillian." Aizawa noted, carefully placing the old birth certificate back in the box. The man looked tired, and not too happy to have so many teenagers in his home. Especially not Kaminari, who had become a new member of their little 'squad' as of late. Aizawa was beginning to miss the days when Kaminari was afraid of his daughter. Now, the blonde boy seemed a little too uncomfortable. 

"Tch. Lillian's the better fucking name anyway." Bakugo insisted. He was sitting directly next to Lillian. A little too close for Aizawa's comfort, actually. The man was stuck between just ignoring and trying to throw Bakugo out the window. He knew the teenager had seen some shit and earned himself some trauma as of late, but that didn't mean he liked how close he was getting to his daughter. It was already a lot that the boy was sleeping on her bedroom floor. Now he wanted to sit so close to her that they were practically pressed together? He could almost hear Mic cocking his gold-plated shotgun.

"Preach." Neito clapped. Shoto nodded too. The half-and-half teen was starting to look a little better. Not the greatest, but he could definitely be in worse condition. Now that they'd connected Shoto's room to Hitoshi's, he'd reportedly been sleeping a lot better, and was having fewer nightmares now that Neito was there to quietly snore. He was like a human sound machine. One that relaxed both Hitoshi and Shoto enough for them to pass out at the end of the day with little to no trouble.

"A-Actually, that has me thinking." Lillian's nose scrunched up. "I-I know my not-parents aren't a-allowed to see me... but wh-what about the rest of my not-family? Do you think they knew?"

Everyone stared at each other for a hot minute. That was... a great question.

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"What's up, bitch?" Chad flicked up his sunglasses as he stepped into Izuku's cell. All Might and Tsukauchi were nervously waiting outside. They'd been hesitant to heed Izuku's request and let Chad see him, but the freckled teen wasn't talking. If they could get him to talk to the blonde man, so be it. Even if Chad was definitely crazy. He'd been a huge help during the raid to get Lillian back, as had Vlad. They were here to supervise and pull the quirkless man out if it came to that. For now, they'd just linger outside the door uneasily and wait for the worst.

"I didn't think they'd let you come." Izuku admitted, leaning forward in his seat. He was in no position to make requests or demands. When he'd asked to see Chad, the last thing he expected was for the man to show up. It was a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders to see him. Chad didn't look very happy to see him, in contrast. His golden eyes were cold and steely, and full of a rage that sent a spark of fear rushing down his spine. Chad was not someone who was easy to anger, but when you did... you better run.

 Only Izuku couldn't run. He couldn't do much of anything anymore, and he'd come to terms with that. He wanted to do at least one last good thing. This was that thing, he believed. His life was over. This young, and his time had already come. It was quite sad if you thought about it, but he'd done this to himself knowing full and well what he was going into and that it was wrong. There was nothing to come to terms with that he hadn't already prepared himself for. The rest of his days would surely be lived out in this cell, or at least one like it if they decided to move him.

"Yeah, well, I didn't think I'd come either." Chad's voice was sharp. The hostility radiating off of him seemed to increase as he snarled. Izuku wasn't sure he'd ever seen Chad so mad. He was always smiling to some extent. Maybe that's one of the reasons Izuku had chosen him. But also because... Chad had done what Izuku never could, but had wanted to. Despite it all, he was strong. Without a quirk, he'd still managed to become a hero. Maybe if Izuku had gone a different path, he could've been like Chad too.

Izuku stood. Chad's eyes followed him sharply, and Izuku half expected him to pull out a gun and shoot him. The green-haired boy went over to the thin slot they put his lunch through. The teen took a deep breath, his eyes stinging as he resisted the urge to cry. He wasn't sure this would work with these cuffs on, but he had to try. Willing the quirk to pass on, he plucked a singular hair from his head. He opened his eyes, turning his attention to Chad. The man was masking his emotions well, giving nothing away in his expression.

"I know you have no reason to trust me after all I've done." Izuku said, his voice quiet. He felt his shoulders begin to shake. His cheeks felt wet. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain I've brought to you, and to everyone at UA. I caused grief, and that's all. I didn't change anything. I... I didn't make any sort of difference. Not one that meant anything..."

Chad watched, his shoulders slack and his eyes searching Izuku's green ones for traces of a lie. Chad didn't have a quirk, but he was smart and intuitive. He knew how to read people. Izuku hoped he could see how genuine he was being. He had to do this last thing. Then, he could be at peace with being locked up for the rest of his life, he was sure. He'd be okay. One For All was aching to get out. He could feel it ripping him apart from the inside out. It needed to go on to someone who could use it the way Izuku had failed to.

"This is going to sound weird. Crazy, even." Izuku said, his voice quiet. He looked him dead in the eyes. "I need you to eat this."

Chad looked from Izuku's face to the hair he was holding outside the slot, and he shrugged. 

Toshinori and Tsukauchi were waiting nervously outside, listening for any sounds of yelling or a fight. Everything inside was being recorded, but they couldn't hear what was going on. They'd have to go to the security office for that, and that would mean leaving Chad by himself. They couldn't risk it. Though they'd checked him for weapons and informed him to remove any they hadn't been able to detect, Tsukauchi had told Toshinori that 100%, without a doubt, the Uber Eats Driver had at least one more on him. No matter how small it was, there wasn't a chance Chad would go in without some form of a weapon. That was just a fact.

They both jumped to attention when a small knock on the door sounded, and Chad's muffled voice called that he was ready to come out now. The guards nodded to one another, unlocking the door again and pulling it open for the blonde. Chad had a peculiar look on his face, his arms crossed tightly over his chest and a frown on his face. Tsukauchi frowned back, wondering what could've caused him to look so confused.

"Are you okay, my boy?" Toshinori asked, eyes wide. "What did he say?"

"He apologized, I guess. Said he was surprised they let me in." Chad shrugged. Toshinori and Tsukauchi rose their eyebrows. Chad looked down at his own stomach. "Oh, and he had me eat a strand of his hair. I feel hella fucking weird now."

Tsukauchi's jaw dropped, and Toshinori couldn't help but scream.

"He WHAT?!"