Third person pov

Toga was taken away by a couple of confused cops. 1-A stared as she was dragged off, eyebrows raised and confusion palpable. Lillian really had no idea what had just happened. They all had to hold the bus still while Kirishima went inside and tried to hammer the dent out with his hardened fists. It only sort of worked. Momo made a couple of brooms so they could sweep the broken glass off the seats without cutting themselves. Ochako just stood and dissociated the entire time. Lillian had gone over there with Mina briefly to pat her on the back and give her some milk from the vending machine. It seemed to pull her from her stupor a little, but even then she was still notably dazed.

Aizawa had been less than amused with the entire thing, but he wasn't particularly upset either. Their new licenses prevented them from getting in total trouble. What were they supposed to do otherwise? Stare at her and let her walk off? Wait for her to stab them? Lillian and Katsuki just happened to react at essentially the same time and the result had been less than expected, that's all. Hitoshi certainly thought it was hilarious. He had practically begged Mina for the video. The girl had been all to willing to send it, but only if he promised to send her any memes he made. Hitoshi held up his stump and swore on it that he would. Comedically, the move had been genius. The weird looks he got from some of 1-A told him it had been too soon nonetheless. Not his issue. He was the one mutilated: not them.

Now Lillian found herself standing in front of Mirio and Tamaki. Cornering the blonde in particular had been surprisingly hard. It wasn't that he'd been avoiding her since he accidentally gave her a mental breakdown about the USJ, he'd just been... you know, avoiding her since he accidentally gave her a mental breakdown about the USJ! That's all! Very understandable, but that was in the past. Lillian had bigger things to panic about now, like getting kidnapped and shot at. Mirio had nothing to worry about, yet he still walked on eggshells around her as though expecting her to snap and get mad at him. Nejire still spoke to her like normal in class, but she wasn't the one Lillian needed to talk to.

"Gentlemen." Lillian cracked her knuckles. Tamaki jumped slightly, and Mirio stared at her like she was about to rip his throat out. Behind her, Bakugo rounded the corner like a vengeful spirit. With Kaminari interning alongside Shoto with Hawks and Hitoshi and Neito sticking with Lillian's dad, that left her and Bakugo to secure their own internships with pros related to the Yakuza case. Nighteye and Fatgum were two heroes they knew were connected to the whole 'Trigger' ordeal. Not only that, but Lillian knew two of their interns. Which they'd be utilizing.

"L-Lillian." Tamaki squeaked out. Were her eyes glowing? Maybe it was just the light. The explosive boy behind her sure was terrifying. He was hovering there like an agent of death about to strike them down the moment one of them dared to move. Running away clearly wasn't an option. They had attempted to speed walk towards the boy's bathroom as inconspicuously as possible, but Lillian had gotten to them before they could make it. Based on her expression, she probably would've followed them in regardless.

"What can we do for you?" Mirio chirped out, cheerful as ever despite the nervous glint in his eyes. He stood there, glowing like the sun with his fists planted on his hips and his shoulder's squared. Like he was ready to toss optimism at anything thrown his way. "I haven't seen you in class recently. You look great!" 

Great was a strong word, but Lillian digressed. She was two shades paler than usual and had bags under her eyes deeper and darker than the grand canyon during a solar eclipse. She had the vague appearance of a corpse that had been left in a freezer for thirteen months. The only thing doing slightly okay was her hair, and that was only because Neito was forcing her to do some weird rice water treatment that made it look less like a waterfall of frizz and more like something out of a Pantene commercial. Or maybe a Dove one, because their hair always looked better than their skin despite most of their ADs being aimed at their body-wash. 

"I smell like beef." Was Lillian's natural response. Mirio's smile froze onto his face, and Tamaki squinted like he was trying to to figure out whether or not he'd heard her correctly. "Anyway. You intern for Nighteye, right? And you for Fatgum?" 

Mirio beamed at her. Like those few words were the magic needed to heal the rift that was created between them and make everything better. He stepped forward, swooping towards her and clapping his hands down on her puny little shoulders. Bakugo made a face at the touchiness of it all, trying to ignore how blinding the guy's grin was. Just who was this guy? All Might Jr? He was like a bolder version of who they thought Izuku was. Super depressing to consider, but absolutely true nonetheless. Damn. Katsuki had said no to therapy, but maybe it was time to rethink that. This shit sucked.

Lillian allowed herself to be shaken back and forth a bit as Mirio processed her question, eyes shining like a pair of flashlights aiming to take out her sight. She just let it happen. Anything to get an internship with Nighteye or Fatgum. Getting Tamaki to usher one of them in wasn't going to be horribly hard. Worst case scenario they both tried to weasel their way into Fatgum's agency regardless of how many new interns he was looking to take on. 

"So you're interested in Sir, then?! I know he's a bit of an underground type, but no one is smarter than him!" Mirio boasted, pausing in his shaking of her when Tamaki prodded his arm. He beamed. "You just took the provisional license exam, didn't you?! Are you looking for an internship? Are you really considering Sir?" 

Maybe Mirio was jumping to conclusions a little too fast. After all, she'd only asked if he was interning with him, not if the pro was planning on taking in anymore students. Truth be told, Sir had been on the lookout for another intern for a while now. Mirio had been tasked with keeping an eye out for hopeful candidates, and who was more hopeful than the very girl who'd taken down Endeavor using a radio show and spite alone?! Her quirk was totally amazing. It was unlike anything they'd seen at Nighteye's agency! Lillian was also really, really smart. He was sure Sir would jump at the chance to have her on the team. She would be an invaluable asset!

Lillian couldn't stop herself from slouching in relief, a smile stretching across her face unbidden. This was a lot easier than she thought it would be! From what little information she'd managed to dig up on Nighteye, he was apparently serious and unforgiving. He didn't like media attention and focused on working under the radar. He was the type that got into things for the long run, shutting down massive movements rather than going for one-time villain attacks. With his quirk, that made a lot of sense. It was the best way to use it from a tactical standpoint, and the most efficient way to operate. 

The freckled girl opened her mouth to say something, but she paused, thinking about it. Fatgum got out onto the streets. He patrolled and saw trigger firsthand a lot more often, all things considered. Nighteye was going to be a treasure trove of information. Originally, Lillian was going to go under his wing to get all of that and contribute. But thinking about it now, she actually didn't know tons about the actual Yakuza. Of all of their little band of friends, the one who had the most knowledge was the one who'd actually interned with Chad and fought the Yakuza. It was... 

"A-Actually," Lillian paused, pulling back slightly. She grabbed Katsuki by the arm and tugged him over. The explosive blonde nearly crashed into her and sent them both tumbling to the ground, not expecting to be yanked. "My friend here was really hoping to work under him!"

Mirio blinked, turning to look at Katsuki. The boy hissed.

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The alarms blaring overhead did little to drown out the hoard of rushing footsteps that took off down the hall. Heavy black combat boots slammed hard against the linoleum tile as the entire facility went into immediate lockdown, the halls flashing an ominous red as the sirens screamed at them to hurry. Even then they weren't quite fast enough, turning the hall only to see the very holding cell they'd been heading for hanging wide open. The collective horror they all seemed to feel caused the group of armed individuals to come to a complete and total halt. The only one who seemed to be able to push forth was the one who was leading the ground. They inched towards the opening, wondering whether or not they were going to be able to keep their job after this. 

Nothing looked out of place. Glancing through the door and at the cell laid inside, it still looked entirely enclosed. The only issue was that it was empty, which was why they'd gone into a total shut-down to begin with. This place hosted some dangerous and cunning individuals, but to find that one had escaped wasn't just rare. It was entirely impossible-- it had never once happened in the history of this facility's existence! Every holding cell was tailored to the individual it was hosting. This one was no different, reinforced in ways you couldn't imagine and lacking anything that could possibly be used to escape. 

He stepped into the room, eyes roaming the cell for any signs of the one meant to be inside. He supposed the alarms wouldn't be going off if they were still inside. He swallowed thickly, inching towards the cells door. The keys at his waist pulled forward. He slotted each respective key into its lock, undoing the several that kept the cell shut. He continued to search, trying to keep his breathing even as he pushed the door open. He raised his gun threateningly, his heart pounding in his ears.

Glancing through the open door cautiously, the continued lack of UA's traitor told him that yeah. He was probably getting fired.

He gave another sweep but saw nothing. No one. He was absolutely, 100% gone. He backed out of the cell, turning to return to his squad. This was fucked. They were totally fucked, and their jobs would be too if it got out that he'd escaped under their watch. Their entire team was dedicated to this brat, and he's somehow managed to slip away. Despite the quirk suppressants and constant guard, he was gone! Nothing was broken, and the only thing that appeared to be open was the door that led into the room with the cell. How was this... how was this possible? The boy couldn't teleport, and even if he could, those bracelets should've kept him from doing so.

"Izuku Midoriya has escaped containment." He managed to croak out as he returned to the hall, his voice barely audible above the wailing bell. He straightened, trying to take a deep breath. There was a way to fix this, right? There had to be a way to. The moment the door to that room had opened, the alarms had gone off. That meant he couldn't have possibly gotten far. "Fan out. We need to find and detain him as soon as possible."

"Yes!" The rest of the guards snapped out of their stupor. They'd keep their jobs if it was the last thing they did. Maybe. They sure hoped so. That being said, none of them wanted to be the ones to look Japan's former Number One Pro in the eye and admit that they'd lost his ex-student. Somehow none of them thought the news would go over very well. If they got laid off for this there was no way they were getting hired anywhere notable ever again. They might as well accept their future as mall cops now.

They all departed, leaving the door hanging open. It wasn't five minutes after they'd all dispersed that a head full of bushy green hair popped out of the door, green eyes narrowed and mouth twisted ominously. Izuku glanced both ways, rolling his shoulders and popping his anxious joints. He considered his choices for direction, toying with the idea in his head before directing his gaze up. A satisfied smile stretched across his face at the sight of the vent that was more than big enough to accommodate him. The boy sighed. The nice little break he'd gotten here had been nice, but he had work to do.

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"I am literally gay." Neito scoffed. 

"I don't see what this has to do with you being dead." Aizawa grumbled, staring down at the blonde. Hitoshi had vanished off to go get fitted for a prosthetic in the middle of their chat about internships, leaving Aizawa alone with Neito. He couldn't say he'd ever had much one-on-one interaction with the kid, but he was one of Lillian's best friends so he'd definitely had his fair share of encounters with him. They hadn't ever really 'directly' talked, however. Aizawa could vaguely recall being threatened by the undead boy when Lillian had finally come to live with him. The memory was too hazy for him to really make it out.

"Who said the two were related?" Neito raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest and sizing Aizawa up. Why, he didn't know. He was already beginning to regret agreeing to this. "Listen, I'm interning with you because we want to take the Yakuza down. Not because I want to play hide and seek with my own organs. They've waited this long, I'm sure they'll keep a little longer. I think I'd know if my own heart as about to give out. The voices would tell me." 

Aizawa nodded slowly, making a mental note to tell Hound Dog about potential schizophrenia. Neito was awfully nonchalant for someone who'd gotten their head chopped off. What was with kids and trauma these days? They all dealt with it so... absurdly. He'd tried to ask Lillian how she was doing the other day and she'd responded with 'Hi, welcome to Chili's!' instead of giving him a clear answer. Hitoshi had winced though, so he assumed whatever it meant wasn't good. He sort of understood whatever the croissant one was after a long lecture from Mihoko about it, but there was no telling what any of their other references implied. No amount of googling could enlighten him about the odd language they'd somehow managed to come up with.

The only one who made any amount of sense was Bakugo. He also happened to be the most annoying. Following Lillian around twenty four hours a day. He literally waited outside the door while she showered. It drove Aizawa up the wall. He was trying to be patient and understanding, but he wasn't blind. Trauma aside, Aizawa could see the way he was looking at his daughter. Those were not platonic feelings. Which was... okay. Normal. He understood that much. He wasn't saying it was the worst thing ever, even if he didn't really want his daughter shacking up with personified anger issues. 

It was the sleeping on her floor at night and trailing after her like a lost puppy. The constant reliance they seemed to have on each other. It was slowly driving him insane to watch. He'd came in to wake Lillian up and he had been in her bed. Shoto had been too-- curled up at the end like a cat-- but that hardly counted! Shoto didn't have impure intentions in the long term! Bakugo was practically waiting for his chance to pounce, and Aizawa could tell!

"I still think it's important. You can't stay like that forever. I don't see why we shouldn't focus on both." Aizawa drawled. Neito appeared to be less than amused by this, looking at Aizawa like he was the biggest idiot to ever walk this planet. Aizawa almost felt like it. Since when could a teenager hold so much authority? He remembered when he'd first met Neito. Comparing this one to that one, they were completely different. 

"I'm thriving and in my prime. As far as trauma goes, I'm over that shit. A few naps, breakdowns, and the binging of Brad Mondo's hair tutorials were enough for me to cope. I'm built different, Mr. Aizawa." Neito gestured to himself as though Aizawa understood any of what just came out of his mouth. "But right now some fuck wad with really good fashion sense-- the purple fur on the coat is a move that I am not mad about-- is threatening Eri and just snatched our very own Chad out of our very own backyard. We also just suffered a devastating loss because one of our own bitches turned out to be a fucking lying ass snake. Preserving what we still have should take priority, right? Of course. Secure the foundation, then fix the actual house. Glad we agree!"

Aizawa blinked very slowly. Like a cat trying to process a psychedelic burst of color. Neito paid him no mind, whipping his phone out like he had something important to attend to. And what the fuck did Aizawa know? Maybe he did? He turned around with purpose and strutted off like he was on the runway. Aizawa took a deep breath. Interning with he and Shinso both was going to... yeah, that was going to hurt. He turned to look up at the ceiling, silently wondering if he would even survive. A door banged open somewhere off to the side.

"Mr. Aizawa!" It was Hagakure. "We were trying to cook dinner but we ran out of mixing bowls and asked Momo to make one, but she messed up and made a flash bang and--"

"Tokoyami's stuck in the laundry chute!" And she wasn't alone, either. Sero had accompanied her. Aizawa took a deep breath.

"And you can't get him out yourselves?" He assumed. Sero glanced at Hagakure, almost as though they were exchanging a look despite the latter of them being invisible. Aizawa took another deep breath, reminding himself that patience was a virtue that he should utilize whenever possible. "What else happened?" 

Sero shifted. Hagakure coughed a little.

"We uh... we sorta sent Aoyama in there after him." Hagakure admitted. 

"His laser went off and scared Dark Shadow." Sero continued. 

The fire alarm went off. Aizawa had never regretted becoming a teacher more.

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Some of you may have seen on the news that Adam Perkins, the vine legend who created the 'Hi, welcome to Chili's' meme tragically passed away just this last Sunday. At only 24, it's awful to think he died so young, and even sadder to know that he left a twin behind to mourn him. Though a lot of my readers won't be seeing this until later due to Patreon early access, I wanted to update this just to offer my condolences and to dedicate something to him the best way I know how.