Third person pov

Hindsight 20/20, maybe calling out his daughter's friends who were also semi-traumatized wasn't the best idea. Whether they'd broken the rules or not.

It's not that Aizawa wasn't grateful. No, he was beyond that. He actually owed these kids his life. They'd been there for Lillian, and without them and their intervention, there was a good chance she would've died out there. That would've broken Aizawa. Losing a student was hard. Izuku's absence was going to weigh heavy on all of the staff as the days went by, and on the student body. But to lose a child-- your own kid. The idea made him sick to his stomach. So he wasn't going to tell them what they'd done was wrong, per say. Just that it was dangerous and overall ill advised. 

Now probably wasn't the best time for that, based on the glare his daughter was giving him right now. He wouldn't be all that surprised if he saw her eyes start to glow. The rest of the class looked a little baffled. Whether it was at him scolding their classmates or at Lillian's obvious rage, he wasn't sure. Bakugo at least seemed to be enjoying himself, turning his head to hide his smirk as the freckled girl glowered.

Lillian knew her dad didn't really mean any harm, but that didn't mean she couldn't be upset. She was annoyed at herself for reacting in such a harsh tone. She'd felt more emotional these days and far more unsteady. Though she'd done her best to control it, Lillian could tell she was more irritable. She wasn't the only one in that boat. Shoto was different too, and even Neito seemed a bit harsher. Hitoshi was the only one who hadn't changed much personality wise, barring the hand. Lillian had a theory he was just too chill to have a major shift in behavior. 

"....They broke the rules and put themselves in danger." Aizawa looked at each of the students in question, avoiding his daughter's heated gaze. "Things went well, all things considered, but they could've gone worse. If any of you had gotten seriously hurt, that would've been on me."

Almost everyone glanced at Hitoshi, whose arm was in a sling. His stub was wrapped over with clean white bandages, though it was clear as day his hand was completely missing. News of what had happened spread fast to those who weren't there to see him carted off at the scene. Lillian frowned, brows drawing together and chest tightening. She could see where her dad was coming from. Of course she could! But how... how could he say those things when he wasn't there? He had no idea what they'd gone through, and what they'd seen!

Lillian hadn't been able to sleep. Not because she didn't want to or because her mind was racing. She was dead tired, but closing her eyes made things dark. It felt too much like having that stupid blindfold on, and she'd start to panic! When she did drift off, she'd have nightmares. It was pathetic. She felt pathetic. She knew she had to talk to someone about it. Her dad had asked, but her lips had been sealed about all that went on in the custody of the villains. With her silence, Bakugo had kept his as well. It probably wasn't healthy. Lillian just... didn't know what else to do. 

"With all due respect," Shoto spoke up, drawing the attention to himself. He looked beyond exhausted, with bags under his eyes and a pale sheen to his skin, "I don't think you understand completely, sir. I watched Hitoshi get his hand chopped off, and then Lillian got taken. While I was there. And then we went to go get her only to witness my boyfriend try to shoot her. Then, we were forced to fight a supervillain who would've killed her. I'm not sure we really had a choice."

There was dead silence. Hitoshi coughed into his only remaining fist.

"What he means to say is that we don't regret shit, so you can keep your little speech to yourself." Neito scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and putting all his weight on one leg. He looked pissed. Mihoko and Hahime shared a look, but they stayed silent. "Pretty sure we've been in her life longer than you actually have, so take a step back and let us do our thing. We've broken the law before. If we get arrested, we get arrested. We're big boys. We can make our own decisions."

"Wh-What he said!" Kaminari looked oddly hyped. Lillian felt her eyebrows raise. She looked to Hitoshi, who could only offer a shrug. She shrugged back. 

"They're both damn right. I'd do that shit again. You have no fucking idea what it was like. They tried to turn me into a fucking villain." Bakugo rolled his eyes at the mere notion, and there were some incredulous chuckles from the rest of the class. Even with how angry Bakugo acted and how rude he came off, everyone knew well and good just how much he wanted to be a hero. The best hero, actually. He was competitive and more than a little violent, but the explosive teen was far from a villain. Even if he did have his low points.

Bakugo was actually feeling unsure. Of course he didn't want to be a villain. He'd sooner die than even consider it. It wasn't an idea he was going to humor. So though he didn't want to turn into a villains... what if he already was one? Had he driven Izuku to do what he did? He knew there were probably other factors, but what... what if he was the main one? He wasn't sure he'd be able to continue pursuing this career knowing that. Knowing all the horrible shit he'd said and done as a child. God, he'd been an ass. One who'd never apologized. He regretted that now. Still, Izuku had chosen this life whether he'd been pushed to the edge or not. He'd taken the plunge, and Katsuki was pissed. 

Aizawa didn't show any outward reaction, but Lillian could tell he'd been properly told off by the glint in his eyes. He appeared nearly prideful of them, which made her feel a little more at ease. She knew he wouldn't expel any of them. He was too smart to try something that dumb. She was sure he'd probably been told by the principal or government to tell them they were all idiots and that it wasn't his choice. That didn't make it any less irritating, but it was something. Maybe. Lillian would interrogate him later. 

Things went smoother after that with kids rushing to carry their belongings in. Lillian wandered over to her friends, Bakugo trailing steadily after her. He was a comforting presence, making her feel secure. There had been a nagging fear in the back of her brain ever since the kidnapping that a warp gate would open up underneath her and she'd drop through. She felt overly-cautious, but better knowing Katsuki was around to catch her before she could fall. The freckled girl just hoped she wasn't bothering him too much. She knew she hadn't asked him to follow her around, but she didn't want him to feel like he was obligated to. 

"How're you holding up?" Hitoshi asked as she shuffled up, pulling her into a half-hug that made her smile. Neito was already helping Shoto, Mic, and Hajime wrangle a dresser off the back of the truck. Lillian's room was on the ground floor, so they were going to do hers first. Once they were done with hers, they'd do Hitoshi's, then Shoto's. They had it systematically planned out based on the order of the bedrooms. Besides, the elevator would be occupied with everyone going up and down. It was better they just focused on Lillian's for now. 

Neito's room would be done last, and it was going to be barebones. The blonde was going to be requesting a transfer into 1-A. There was a... an open spot now. He felt more a part of this class now than he did 1-B. Of course he still loved his other class, but he'd bonded more with this one. It probably wouldn't be an issue. Despite what most thought, the classes were actually on equal footing. One wasn't necessarily stronger, or took priority more. They were just two hero classes was all. Neito would just... you know, prefer to be in this one. 

"I-I'm okay. How's the hand?" Lillian frowned. Bakugo looked away. They'd seen his hand in the woods. Looking back now, knowing it was Hitoshi's made it all the more sickening.

"Or lack thereof." Hitoshi drawled, sounding annoyed. "Feels like lipstick in my Valentino White Bag."

Lillian winced. Bakugo's nose scrunched up.

"The fuck? What's that shit mean?" Katsuki had long since tried learning the language of vines. He'd watched them and studied them, but couldn't really understand them in real life situations like this. Did that mean it felt good or bad? Looking at Lillian's face, he had a feeling it wasn't particularly a great thing. Her wince was pretty telling. Which, why the fuck would a stump feel good? He probably had all sorts of phantom pains and throbbing aches. 

"It hurts like a bitch." Hitoshi translated. Mihoko whacked him over the head as she passed by with a quick: "watch your language." How was she balancing that entire box on one arm? Lillian decided not the question it. Mihoko had already proven herself to be really badass, so it wouldn't surprise Lillian if the woman was actually jacked under that sweater. Genuinely, she wouldn't even be slightly surprised. Mihoko Shinso was full of surprises. Her secretly being a bodybuilder would be one of the more minor ones.

"Is there anything we can do?" Lillian asked, concerned. Of course getting your hand cut off was going to hurt, but that didn't mean they couldn't do anything to try easing that pain. "M-My dad might have something..."

"Nah, I'm fine. I'll just have to sit out on the carrying things in." Hitoshi shrugged. His gaze sharpened suddenly. "Though I will be the one putting your bed together."

Lillian held her hands up in surrender, sharing a look with Bakugo. Neither were about to argue.

Lillian's bedroom was the same size as the other dorm rooms. It was just located in her dad's living quarters instead of upstairs like everyone else's. They had their own kitchen and own bathroom, and their own living room as well. It was like a slightly-smaller version of their apartment. Lillian liked it well enough. Her dad didn't seem too psyched about having to live in a building with all his students. He could practically smell the bullshit they'd be getting into, and Lillian could too, seeing as she'd probably produce a fair amount of it. Her and the squad, of course. She'd try to cut back on the broken windows this time around. 

"Yeet's tank should go here, on the dresser." Hitoshi said surely.

"Then why the fuck do we even have a tank stand, you dumb fuck?" Bakugo scoffed. "Besides, she has shit that goes on top of her dresser anyway. Where the hell do we put that if this big fucking tank is in the way?"

"Based on your attitude, it seems like it would all fit up your ass actually-"

"Children, children," Neito stepped between the fuming pair. "Shut the fuck up."

Bakugo rolled his eyes like a brat, eyes shifting over to Lillian. She was on Shoto's shoulders hanging up some fairy lights Mihoko and Hajime had both agreed would look stunning in here. Hawks had picked them out and practically begged at least one of them to use them. When asked why he didn't use them himself, he quietly admitted his ceiling was already sufficiently covered in lighting before quite literally flying off into the sunset. Confusing and moderately concerning? Yes, but Fuyumi had insisted they not worry. 

"Stop fighting in my room." Lillian called back to them. "If you're going to blow anything up, go outside."

"I'm injured. I can't do anything. I'm innocent; oh woe is me." Hitoshi sighed out dramatically, collapsing on the bed he'd just finished putting together. Perfectly and with no issues, might Lillian add. He had so much experience that missing one hand was no big challenge for him. In fact, it probably spiced things up. Not that that was a good thing or anything! Lillian was just doing her best to look on the... bright side of things. It wasn't going that well.

"That card is going to get really fucking old, really fucking fast." Bakugo whispered. Lillian glanced over her shoulder, giving him a look that earned her a huff for her troubles. Despite that, he did indeed step down from a fight. Hitoshi looked all too smug. Lillian was pretty sure he deserved to be. Even with what Katsuki said, she knew he'd be able to play the amputee card for a good long while and get away with it just fine. 

Her room was coming together nicely. Shoto seemed to enjoy himself and had a knack for interior decorating, talking quietly with Mihoko as they arranged her furniture and wall decor. Lillian just let it happen, knowing they'd take care of business. She wasn't sure how often she'd be in this room anyway. Though, her bedroom would probably become the designated hang out now that she thought about it. It was way easier to sneak people in through her window than in through the second story, which was far more monitored with cameras.

That being said, dorm itself was absolutely massive. More than big enough to accommodate their entire class and then some. It had a spacious kitchen and living area with everything they needed. A TV, couches, chairs, appliances, carpets to cover the floor, curtains over the spacious windows, vases to decorate corners that looked just a little too empty, and even a few photos here and there. Not of anything in particular, but they were nice touches. 

"I wonder how long it'll take for something to catch on fire." Lillian pondered. Shoto coughed into his fist, averting his eyes. Yeah, it would probably be him who did it if not Bakugo or someone messing around in the kitchen not knowing how to cook. The half-and-half teen had some pretty deadly sneezes. 

"I wouldn't be fucking surprised if one of those idiots did it already." Bakugo fluffed some of Lillian's pillows, arranging her plushies almost proudly. He seemed to like soft things. Lillian was the only one who'd really noticed, but she thought it was kind of cute. It was probably relieving to his skin. His explosions made his palms pretty sensitive. Maybe it was soothing! She wasn't about to judge. He could enjoy her fuzzy blankets and plush toys all he wanted. 

As if on cue, the sound of rushing footsteps that surely promised a crisis sounded. They were coming down the hallway, and fast. Concerning considering no one was supposed to be in this portion of the dorm aside from the ones who were already here. Her dad, Mihoko, Hajime, and Mic were further in the home setting up furniture and putting things away. They all turned towards the door as the steps drew nearer, stumbling. Someone skidded into the doorway. Lillian held her breath.

"Where's Mr. Aizawa?!" Kaminari asked, eyes wide. "I broke the elevator." 

Lillian winced and sympathy, already trying to recall where they'd packed away their Advil. Her dad was going to need it after this headache.

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"If god is real, why can't I have a taco?" Eri frowned. Chad had to admit, her question was a plausible one. They were setting up their shit in their new pad. Shit had three bedrooms, which was enough for them. Chad and Dabi in the masters, because they were bomb ass and paid the bills. Eri and Vlad in the smaller room, because they didn't need that much space with how much time they spent out of the house anyway. Then the bigger bedroom would go to Plad, Skad, and Amad. Homebodies needed it. Besides, Chad wanted them to be comfortable! He was pretty sure one of them was Neito's Nomu. 

"Good fucking question. He must not exist." Chad snapped his fingers together like he'd just come to some big conclusion, grinning. Dabi rolled his eyes.

"Don't plant weird religious shit that isn't even true in her head." Dabi scolded. He felt like the only real adult here. It was quite possible he was. "That being said, I am a atheist." 

"Amen to that." Chad raised his glass of beer. Where had he gotten that? Nevermind. They needed to get their furniture in and finish this up so they could figure out what the hell they were supposed to do about all this security stuff. Nezu had given them a rundown, but they needed to organize it. Get some sort of schedule set into place. Chad would go full-chaotic if they didn't have a sure guide to follow. 

There was a squawk, and Dabi felt a sigh build almost on reflex. He knew that sound. He stepped back with Eri as Amad crashed through the dividing wall that separated the kitchen and living room. Pieces of plaster and chunks of wall went flying. Dabi and Eri both covered their eyes at the dust the drywall produced puffed out, but Chad didn't even flinch. How he managed not to get hit with any of that, Dabi wasn't sure. He wasn't about to start questioning things now. He was in too deep for that.

"Wow, we're already remodeling." Chad flicked his sunglasses up, grinning widely. Dabi gave him a dark look. "Hey, it's fine! We didn't need that wall!" 

Water spouted from the hole Amad had just fallen through in contradiction. Dabi and Chad leaned forward, peering into the wall. Sure enough, there was a pipe that had been broken off in the crash. Dabi winced, and Chad tilted his head in assessment of the situation. Huh. You know what, that was probably what the sink and dishwasher had been connected to, wasn't it? That sucked. Like, really bad. 

Before either could react, there was a bang as Vlad kicked down the front door. Not opened, but literally off its hinges. Dabi's lips parted in surprise, and Chad's nose scrunched up. Not ideal at all. Eri was the only one who didn't seem fazed by this new arrival. Instead, she beamed and bounced up to her Nomu friend.

"Vlad!" She cheered. "You brought Taco Bell!" 

"Metal fork!" 

Dabi massaged his temples. The weeks to come would surely be full of chaos. That was, if they could even manage to survive the next few days. Looking at Chad and Eri ignoring the literal flooding of their new home in favor of getting their tacos from Vlad, Dabi didn't think that idea was all that promising.