I would like to send out all my regards to everyone along the coast and to all you Floridans who're about to experience Dorian, or who have had to flee your homes. It's terrifying to think a hurricane that powerful could be descending upon you, and though I've never had to experience it before, I know how scary it has to be. If I can do anything to help any of you out, let me know! Please, be safe!

Third person pov

One, two, three.

"Clear!"

Neito stood off to the side, his arms wrapped around himself as he watched Hajime try to revive Hitoshi. They'd fixed him up the best they could, letting the quirk Neito was currently copying suspend the purple-haired teen's body in a singular state, not allowing it to worsen. They stopped the bleeding and had fixed up all the loose veins and such of that like. Neito's own heart wasn't beating, but that was because this one wasn't his. It was in his chest, but it didn't match his biology, and thus refused to take. However, his body couldn't properly reject it while he was stuck in this undead state. The heart too was stuck in an undead state, still partially alive and attached to its original owner. Neito was a mess and a half. Hitoshi on the other hand....

"Clear!" Hajime desperately pressed the paddles down one more time. If this didn't work, they'd have to do something else. Hajime didn't know what, but he couldn't just remain this way. He couldn't let his son die. That being said, remaining undead didn't seem like all that healthy of an alternative. Would he even age? Eventually, would his body expire just like everyone else's did, but he'd be stuck unable to end himself? The thought made Hajime shiver. But he couldn't think about that, because-

"Pulse! We've got a pulse!" One of the nurse's yelped out, eyes going wide with hopeful disbelief. After explaining Neito's borrowed quirk, they'd all warmed up a bit to the idea and were less inclined to call an exorcist. The power was certainly out there. Very unique and unlike most things they'd ever bore witness to before. However, most things in this day and age could be explained with quirks, so they just allowed that to be the explanation. Neito really didn't care. He jolted forward with surprise and a terrifying amount of anticipation as nurses and other doctors swarmed around Hitoshi's body. Peering through the gaps between the medical staff, Neito could see the rise and fall of his friend's chest, a bit erratic, but there.

"Holy shit." Neito breathed out, feeling like he'd just died a second time. If he did have his heart, he was sure it would be pounding mercilessly. Even now, blood rushed past his ears as Hajime tearfully carted his son out of the operating room so they could get him settled somewhere so he could properly stabilize. Neito had never seen such a wide, watery smile on the man's face before. It made him smile too, and he scurried to follow. Hitoshi would be okay. He had to be. But that begged the question: where were Lillian, Shoto, and Izuku? Neito hadn't seen hide nor hair of them. 

"Thank you, Neito." Hajime glanced at him from the corner of his eye, smiling as they pushed Hitoshi down the hall. The blonde felt himself smile back, though his mind wandered. Were the rest of his friend's okay? It was pretty obvious there'd been some sort of attack on the summer camp, but he didn't know the details. If there was casualties, villain, hero, or student. The thought of losing one of his peers or teachers made his chest clench up uncomfortably. He felt a tug at his chest, and his breath shuttered. 

Neito hadn't had a lot before he met Hitoshi and Lillian. His parents were okay people. They fed him and got him the things he needed. He'd even go so far as to say they spoiled him. But money could not buy love, and all they did was work. Nannies weren't a substantial substitute for their love and attention. He'd grown up oppressed and in a neglectful household who held homophobic opinions and weren't open or accepting in the least. They had a set plan for Neito, wanting him to become a doctor. When he'd decided to become a hero, they'd begrudgingly agreed, but only if he could get into UA. Neito was lucky he did. If he hadn't, he'd be off at some high-class high school that would focus almost solely on medicine.

Now, he had friends-- a family who loved him-- a school who supported him, teachers who looked out for him, peers who challenged him to be better. He had everything he could ever want. Aside from the whole death thing, which would surely get resolved one of these days, everything was perfect. He was young, in love, and chasing his dreams. Any anyone who threatened that... well, you didn't need a quirk to chop someone's dick off. Or a heartbeat.

His steps slowed to a total halt as something in him dropped. A sudden feeling of emptiness washed through him as he watched Hitoshi get wheeled carefully into the a room, busy nurses never stopping in their movements as they got together what they'd need to keep Hitoshi alive. More blood, shipped in from a hospital across the prefecture, and some pain medications that would help to ease his aggravated stump. Recovery Girl was on her way, ready to heal him partially once he got enough energy back to actually handle it. Right now, she was tending to some of the other students. Namely the ones who'd had their throats and lungs burned by the chemicals they'd inhaled, but other students like Momo Yaoyorozu and Kosei Tsuburaba had suffered more physical injuries that needed her expertise.

Something in Neito pulled. He stood there, with slack shoulders, allowing his hands to hang limply at his sides as he stared at the ground. There was a pulsing sensation radiating throughout his entire body. Almost like a heartbeat, but not centered in any one place. It was around him, spinning, pulling, thumping. He had no idea what it was. He felt like he couldn't move. As though someone had suddenly stuffed his head full of cotton, and then left him there without saying why. Everything was just... disorienting. There was this bone-deep ache that was starting to take root, alongside the aching. Neito turned around.

Shoto Todoroki stood there, staring desolately at Neito with tears streaming down his cheeks and tearing paths through all the dirty and soot on his face. The crying teen's mother was behind him, holding hands with Inko Midoriya with tears of her own falling. Neito felt his breath hitch as he turned fully to stare at his half-and-half friend. The sniveling teenager took a hesitant step forward. His hair, usually so perfectly separated, was a horrible mess of melding red and white hairs. Almost every inch of exposed skin was covered in dirt, and his clothing was doused in blood long since dried that wasn't his. It had to be Hitoshi's. Neito's hands curled into fists.

"N-Neito." Shoto sobbed out, taking a few more steps forward. The blonde rushed to catch him before his knees could give out, his adam's apple bobbing. Something else had to have happened for Shoto to react like this, but Neito didn't know what. That's what scared him most. The not knowing. "Th-They got her. The villains took Lillian."

Neito's blood turned to ice in his veins. The tugging in his chest got worse.

W̸̱̱̹̱̥͈̌͂̿̏̉̕ͅe̷͙͉͓̽ ̵͉̭͋̓̈́ǎ̶̜̼͐͌̓̇ͅr̴̲̲͇̐͛͆͌̕̕͜͝e̴̢̩̥̓̊̒͐̈͑͝ ̷̰͋̉̍̋͛̆͠c̷̦̜̘̤͔̤̕ͅl̶̡͖̖̦̝͉̟̅͆o̴̹̟̼̜̪̔s̴̤͉̣̈́̉͊̈́̚e̸̡̓͛̎̄͝

Neito gripped at Shoto's shirt, taking in a breath that trembled against his lips. Something cold swam beneath his skin, writhing and begging to break free. 

"Where are you?" Neito whispered, just like he had dozens of times before. He was always asking, wondering where Jay had disappeared to. Before, they'd never told him. The garbled voice Neito assumed belonged to Jay would fall dead silent and leave him not knowing what to do next or where to even start looking. Shoto was sobbing into his shoulder though, and that made this so much more different. Personal, in a way. It wasn't just him involved this time. His friend's lives were at stake.

Jay seemed to know this was different. The reply Neito got was so quiet he almost missed it, but it was there nonetheless.

K̷̖̤͙̗̼̭̇͜a̶̟̱̥̞̖͙̟̒͘m̶͙̈́͊į̴͈̳̻̻̟̯̃͑͛n̵̨̫̗̗̱͊̌͑͝o̴͔̅͗́̇͘

Neito's tears fell harder, and he gripped Shoto even tighter than before.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alright, so like, Katsuki maybe didn't... you know... think this through. 

They'd been here hours upon hours. There'd been a bathroom break in-between, but the lack of windows in this hellhole made it impossible to tell what time it was. Sometimes that dust fucker would turn on the news. Based on what was being reported, he could gauge that they were nearing morning. Or maybe it was already morning. Hell, he didn't know. It was pitch black out when they were taken. He was feeling tired. It was the deep, pervading type that made your eyelids droop and your heart beat at an irregular pace, like an alarm going of in thunderous warning.

He sucked in a breath of fresh air as the piece of shit metal he'd been muzzled with for the past who knows how long was removed. He wanted to spew curses and possibly bite the entire fucking nose off the dumbass in front of him, but refrained. Anything he did could reflect on Lillian badly. If he was a shithead, they may punish her for it, or the other extra that had gotten taken with her. That was the last thing he wanted. Thus, he kept his trap shut, instead settling for glowering at the scar fucker who'd had the audacity to set fire to the forest around them, making it harder for any outside help to arrive. They were lucky the main road out hadn't been too guarded. It could've ended horribly for everyone, and not just them.

Lillian and Awase were crammed into two chairs that were side-by-side, Awase's gaze steely and his lips pressed together in a firm line as blood trickled down the side of his head. They'd tried to get him to detach from Lillian, but he refused, fusing himself a much as he could without harming her. Killing them clearly wasn't the goal, so they wouldn't risk trying to cut him off her. Katsuki was infinitely glad, and had to admit that the 1-B dunce wasn't as bad as the rest of his little classmates. The guy was bloody, bruised, and beaten, but even after a few hours he still hadn't budged. 

Honestly, Lillian had it the worse. Yes, Awase had punched in the face several times, and they'd even broken one of his fingers. Sure, Bakugo was chained up like a dog with this weird fucking box around his fists that weighed a ton and was thus hell on his back. But Lillian? They'd blinded her completely. Her quirk was too much of a risk, so they'd placed a blindfold over her to combat it. It left her unable to see what was going on, or if anything was going. Katsuki's chest tightened at the way her chest rose and fell, her breaths coming out rabid and her entire body tense. After a few hours, it had to be nerve wracking. 

"You three be good." Dabi bit out, trying to look as menacing as possible. Fuck! How was he going to get these kids out of here? He hadn't heard from Chad, texting him as often as felt safe. He couldn't be caught now. Leaving these brats wasn't an option. Getting them out was near impossible when they were all literally in a room together. He'd be struck down before he could even begin to try and spring them. He was strong, but not foolish enough to believe he could take the entire League as they were now. Especially not with Kurogiri watching his every move. He was, after all, still new.

"Fuck off." Bakugo risked spitting back, his heart skipping a beat when the scar fucker turned. He held his tongue, watching him walk away. He had to keep it to himself. He knew this, but sometimes he just couldn't help himself. He was so pissed off. Getting himself kidnapped probably hadn't been the best idea. Definitely not his brightest, but there were worse things he could've done. He was quite thankful he was able to be here with her. At least this way he knew she was unharmed. Unlike Awase, they hadn't touched her. She'd kicked, squirmed, and even tried to take a bite out of that lizard guy's arm while she was at it. Bakugo had never felt so proud yet so scared at the same time.

"Damn heroes..." Shigaraki grumbled to himself, scratching at his neck. He'd pitched his deal to Bakugo Katsuki about joining, and both he and the girl had laughed, along with the brat fused to her. He was under strict instructions not to touch Lillian or to harm her. She was simply meant to be kept out of the way until Master found out what to do with her and her quirk, which even Shigaraki would admit was incredibly useful. Were she cooperative, she'd make for an excellent pawn.

"What do we do now, Shigaraki?" Toga pouted. "I barely got any blood! Such a bummer. Can't I go play with the new kids? I want to make some friends!" 

"I'll be your friend, Toga-chan!" Twice said, before promptly following with a grumbled, "Damn brats."

Bakugo rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Lillian. He could see Scar Fucker from the corner of his eye, standing against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Though Bakugo would never dare tell anyone, he was a bit intimidated by the way the man's dull turquoise eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim lighting. His quirk was powerful, that's for sure. Yet another damn villain for Katsuki to keep an eye on in this hell hole. How was he going to get them out of this one? Did anyone know where they were? Hell, he sure hoped so. If anyone else had taken down a villain, maybe they could trace the communication devices back to whatever they were connected to. He doubted it, but could hope.

Lillian was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, ready to rip right off her branch and fly into the rainy abyss. Cold sweat poured down her face, neck, and back, dampening her clothes and making her all the more uncomfortable. Her body was horrifying full of tension. She tried to get herself to loosen up slightly. This obviously no time to be relaxing, but she was so stiff she could barely bring herself to breathe. She'd never had a time where she couldn't see. She wasn't afraid of the dark. The girls slept with the lights off all the time. This was completely different, though. Someone-- a villain-- had placed a strip of thick black cloth over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Everyone else could see, and she could not. Not only could she not use her quirk, but she had to rely on sound to know what was coming. Anything and everything drew a flinch from her.

The longer she sat without anything happening, the more she spiraled. Her panic grew and grew with each breath she drew in. Her mind felt hazy, yet sharp at the same time. This whole thing was disorienting. Awase was grounding, but the sounds of the villains in the room almost cancelled the small comfort out with their presence. Was Shigaraki standing a foot away from her, five fingers hovering in front of her body? Was Toga there, grinning and brandishing a knife? Maybe Dabi stood behind her, ready to set her ablaze. 

"It's gonna be okay, Freckles. Your dad'll get out of this shithole, and so will the other heroes." Bakugo kept his voice as low as possible, knowing full and well they'd all still heard. Shigaraki just smirked, not turning to look at them. The other villains also smiled, as though they thought him naive for his beliefs. It made Katsuki grind his teeth and want to scream. Were it just him here, maybe he would've. However, in this instance, there were other people to worry about. Lillian was his top priority. Anyone who gave him shit about it or said anything otherwise could fuck right on off.

"He's right, Lillian. And I've got you too." Awase breathed, able to keep his voice lower thanks to him being right next to her. Lillian didn't seem to hear him or Bakugo, her breaths too shallow and too short. She was slightly hunched over, her shoulders drawn up to her ears in a hunched fashion. She didn't give any response. Bakugo swallowed thickly. He knew these symptoms. He'd read about them before, and the situation permitted it. Hyperventilation, closed-off posture, profuse sweating, tension in most parts of the body-- Lillian was having a panic attack. And really, Bakugo couldn't damn well blame her.

"Hey, take some deep breaths or some shit." Bakugo felt himself also panic. What calmed Lillian down? That breathing bullshit was okay for some people, but sometimes people experiencing panic attacks couldn't breathe, and that was the problem. Telling them to do so did nothing. Lillian was in some weird, unresponsive state. He needed to snap her out of that and calm her down. He raked his brain for something to use. Something she'd maybe mention, or he'd seen firsthand. 

"I think she's going to pass out soon." Awase hissed. A few of the villains glanced, but overall continued chattering or doing their own thing. It was oddly normal, the way they acted with one another. Glancing over, all they really did was sit around. Spinner was leaning against the wall, eyes closed and arms folded over his chest. A nap, maybe. Magne and Toga were chatting, and Twice was knocking back a few. Shigaraki was watching the news, the volume lowered, and Mr. Compress-- yeah, that tophat ass bitch who'd taken Lillian and the extra to begin with-- was simply reading a book as though he were innocent or some shit. It pissed Bakugo off to no end.

"Shit." Bakugo cursed. His face twisted into a scowl. He and Lillian texted a lot. His memory was good, but not perfect. Especially not in a crisis such as this. Why was it that when he needed to recall something, everything slipped from his mind and left him with an empty head? It was ridiculous. Brains were weird shit. Whatever, he could do this. Lillian had spoken of her anxiety before. She'd talked about things that calmed her down. He'd admitted that cooking helped him rein in his anger, while for her... singing. A song. That's right! Fucking music! 

"Lillian." Awase jostled her. Bakugo searched his mind for a meme song. Hell, he didn't know any. He wasn't into that shit like she was. As much as he'd been trying to get himself into it, he wasn't deep enough to know the lyrics to what could be considered 'a dank tune', as she called it. Lillian's skin was pale, her cheeks lacking any color and her breathing coming out in sputters. It was pretty clear she was crying, with the blindfold soaking up all the moisture coming from her eyes. Bakugo's temper soared. Fuck. He didn't want to do this. But he did know one song. He wasn't sure if it counted as a meme one, but he'd heard tape fucker and dunce face sing it before, and they were all about that shit. What did he have to lose? These idiots could judge them all he wanted. He didn't give a shit about their opinions. Time to bring his emo phase back to life.

...Shit, he was hesitating. He wanted to calm her down. Now that he had that muzzle shit off, he could properly speak rather than offering muffled comforts that sounded more like grumbles than not. Still, this would be mortifying. He'd have to swear that 1-B extra to damn secrecy. And make sure none of these villain fucks lived to tell the tale. Lillian wouldn't spill if he asked politely. Maybe. Well, no, she'd probably tell Turnip Fucker and the Undead Bitch. Icyhot too. Whatever, he could worry about that later. This was life or death. He'd have to let his middle school angst come flooding right back in. 

"They're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books, to make a citizen out of you." Bakugo basically word vomited it all, more saying it than singing it. Awase's head whipped in his direction, the most confused and incredulous look on his face. Lillian's breath hitched slightly, and he could almost see her blinking into awareness at the familiar lyrics. Several gazes swiveled his way, but he promptly ignored them in favor of continuing. If they wanted to spectate, then so be it. "Because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you son, so they can watch all the things you do."

Dabi felt dumbfounded to say the least, but it made sense. Lillian was panicking. It was clear as day, just looking at the poor girl. It made him grit his teeth and scowl, but he knew he couldn't do shit about it without scaring her further or giving himself away. He'd been resigned to watching, but apparently, he wouldn't have to. The explosive kid knew exactly what he needed to do if his actions were anything to go off of. It was absurd. Singing, after getting kidnapped. But god dammit, the little shit was doing it anyway. Dabi wondered if he could help without looking weird. Toga and Twice had sparkling eyes. Would they join in?

"Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk, 'cause they've got methods of keepin you clean." Bakugo was glaring so darkly at the staring villains Dabi was surprised lasers didn't shoot from his eyes. Awase still looked floored, but not totally lost. Lillian's breaths were coming out more and more even now, her shoulders still tense but not so uptight that they were hunched by her ears. Bakugo was here. He'd come here so she and Awase wouldn't be alone. That in and of itself was the world. She had to keep calm, sight available or not. Even with it, she couldn't do much at the moment. Were she to spring from this chair, she could easily take it off. Everything was fine. 

Lillian's sense of time was muddled. Not being able to see didn't help; though, she doubted there were any windows here anyway. This was a life or death situation, and she had no idea if she and her two friends would make it out alive. Bakugo had just given himself up. As endearing as that was, he was a literal idiot. But he was helping her to calm down now, and she adored him for it. Awase was also trying his best to be there for her despite not knowing her. She didn't want to weigh them down. She had to stay focused. They'd never get out of here if she went catatonic. 

Bakugo's ears were burning. He was embarrassed, but also not. Because this shit was working, so fuck them. They could stop with the staring, however. Even Shigaraki had turned around to stare flatly in their direction, a silent 'what the fuck are they doing?' hanging in the air in front of him. The guy wasn't too much older than them, and yet still hadn't a clue what was going on. Whatever. Not Bakugo's fault everyone here was a sociopath. He would calm down Lillian, get them out of here, and then brag to anyone and everyone. That, and never let anyone touch Lillian ever again. Anytime one of the villains went anywhere near her or so much as looked in her direction, he really did feel like a rabid dog, all chained up and such. 

"They gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machine." Bakugo kept going. There was a brief pause of complete and utter silence. Everything stilled. The explosive blonde saw Lillian open her mouth to join in. It would help to further calm her, if she could be a part of the whole thing. At the same time, Dabi stepped forward. He was ready to take this risk. Like he said, he was a Lillian fan. Girl had gotten his asshole dad arrested. There was no way he was letting her die here. The service she'd get here? She would be so happy with her stay, she'd be rating the League five stars on Yelp.

Dabi took a deep breath, and risked it.

"They said all-" He kept his voice monotone and as bland as possible And that's all it took.

"TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!" Bakugo's gruff voice was drowned out by Toga, Twice, Mr. Compress, Magne, and even Spinner. Shigaraki flinched so hard he nearly fell right out of his chair. Kurogiri simply continued polishing the glasses so they shone, not seeming to mind the onslaught of sudden screaming. Even Lillian had joined in, despite the villains also singing. Awase felt his jaw drop. Shigaraki was just staring.

"THEY COULD CARE LESS AS LONG AS SOMEONE'LL BLEED." Toga pulled out a knife. Dabi pushed her arm down before she could stab Twice. "SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHES OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE, MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE, BUT NOT ME." 

"The boys and the girls in the clique," Spinner was really getting into it. Shigaraki turned the press conference up higher as the event finally got underway. Nezu was there, with Vlad King, Mihoko Shinso, and Tsukauchi Naomasa. Aizawa was unavailable, though they didn't bring it up. He was far too devastated to properly function, let alone to coherently answer heavy questions without freaking out. Mihoko had agreed to step up, her gaze steely and her shirt ironed. The bags under her eyes were deep, but she was determined nonetheless. 

"The awful names that they stick!" Toga sung, all too cheerfully.

"You're never gonna fit in much, kid!" Mr. Compress had such a dramatic flare that even Bakugo had to be a bit impressed, if not weirded out. He supposed even villains had emo phases. "But if you're troubled and hurt,"

"What you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did," Magne had been waiting for her moment, and she rocked it. She was sitting closest to Lillian, who flinched. Calm. The villains clearly weren't about to kill them. Not in the midst of this musical number. It was far from Disney quality, setting aside. Bakugo's jaw set harshly, and he glanced down at the cuffs. How did he get out of these? The scar fucker seemed closer than he had been before, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He sent Bakugo a glance before opening his mouth and continuing.

"THEY ALL SAID!" He bellowed. There was an exhale, everyone ready to scream again. Shigaraki raised his hands to cover his ears, Mr. Compress stepped onto the bar much to Kurogiri's dismay, ready to put on a real performance, and Toga once again drew her knife. Dabi readied himself to try breaking Bakugo out, eyeing the chains, his hand heating. It all climbed up to a stuttering climax, teetering right on the top before-

A loud knock sounded at the door. Everyone froze.

"Hey, uh," A familiar voice cleared their throat outside the door. "I've got a Chipotle chicken burrito bowl for a Shigaraki Tomura?"