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Third person pov

"So tell me about yourselves." Hawks offered charismatically. Shoto was collapsed in a chair in front of the pro-hero's desk, Kaminari sitting in one to his left with his spine ramrod straight and his eyes wide. Getting their work-study with Hawks approved had been hard, but luckily the other minor heroes at his agency had great track records with internships, so an exception had been made. Hawks was able to just barely usher them in as a result. 

A part of it was publicity. Society was in disarray at the loss of All Might and the betrayal that came with Endeavor's arrest. Seeing Hawks with two interns was going to boost morale and inspire hope. The hero commission had been far more willing to provide leniency with Hawks' request to take them on. It helped that Shoto was... well, Shoto. His status as a Todoroki drew pity out of even the worst people. Even Satan himself had to be sniffling at the half-and-half boy's story somewhere down in the ninth circle.

"I'm tired and depressed." Shoto raised his hand as he said it as though this were class and he needed to draw emphasis to himself. Kaminari winced a little, and Hawks looked a bit concerned. And disturbed. Shoto did look vaguely like a walking corpse, but Kaminari had been politely ignoring that up until this point. Drawing attention to it would only get him an unimpressed glare from his red and white haired companion.

"So we'll work on that." Hawks agreed, trying to sound studious and optimistic but not having any idea what he was doing. Shoto had completely run his first internship with Hawks. The winged pro hadn't had to do jack shit instruction wise. Even now this entire thing wasn't his plan. They were just biding their time until Bakugo could pull Nighteye's strings enough to get this thing to fall together the way they wanted it to.

"U-Uhh... I'm... scared?" Kaminari cringed as he forced the words out, not sure what else to say. Shoto nodded in agreement and Hawks swallowed a sigh, smiling with surprising patience instead. Two traumatized teenagers. He has two traumatized teenagers in his office and he isn't even certified to deal with it. They were like a pair of fucked up Eeveelutions. A Flareon-Glaceon hybrid and a goddamn Jolteon, both with severe emotional issues. Well... okay, yeah, that was a little too nerdy of him. Ignore the Pokemon references. He was just going to say they had PTSD and leave it at that.

Truth be told, Kaminari's nerves were wracked to the highest degree. He was glad Shoto was here, but Shoto was sorta scary in his own ways when he wanted to be. All Lillian's friends were. Did that mean he was too now that he was one of them? He guessed the fact that him sneezing in a swimming pool would kill everyone in it was a bit intimidating, but he didn't have the same heavy ambience the rest of the group did. Hawks was just... he was so cool, and Kaminari was so not prepared for any of this

"That's a good thing. Fear is healthy." Hawks had heard that on Doctor Phil once, he was sure. "But just remember that you've been through worse and come out the other side! This Shie Hassaikai stuff will be nothing compared to that!" 

Kaminari squinted. Yeah, they'd physically survived, but what about in literally every other aspect? And he'd been the one least effected to boot! Well... aside from Neito, who seemed genuinely fine. Kaminari was pretty sure he was simply past the point of caring. Getting decapitated did that to you apparently. 

"Yeah. The ex-love of my life trying to shoot by best friend and killing another student after they were kidnapped in the middle of the Number One Hero getting bodied by the greatest super villain of all time really can't be topped." Shoto's voice came out drier than the Sahara, and Hawks cringed a little. Okay, maybe bringing up literally anything relating to that was a bad idea. That one's on him. 

His phone gave an obnoxious ping before he could formulate a comeback to save face. It was a welcomed salvation that he dove for rather shamefully. His eagerness to grab the device didn't go unnoticed. Kaminari gave him look half-anxious and half-disdainful, and Hawks honestly didn't blame him for it. Hawks was just here to hold the door-- he was their designated in. He had essentially nothing he could teach them that they didn't already know. Like, fuck. Shoto knew how to disassemble a goddamn missile launcher, clean it, and then put it back together again. They'd met his brother for god's sake. Anything Hawks offered was going to be secondary compared to all Chad had dumped on their traumatized little heads.

Hawks' eyes lazed over his phone screen just so he'd have an excuse not to reply to Shoto's burning stare. It took him a second to process that hey, this wasn't a Lillian-related Twitter thread he'd chosen to follow notifying him that another cringey Lillian x every single one of her grimy little classmates fanfic had dropped. He'd gotten an actual message, and it was from Nighteye's agency.

A grin spread across his face unbidden. He looked up, turning his screen towards Shoto and Kaminari both with unmasked exuberance. Kaminari almost immediately brightened as his yellow eyes flitted over the text, but Shoto simply offered forth a wordless squint and slight lean forward. Hawks made a mental note to get him an appointment with an eye doctor soon or something. Just to make sure this was sass and not impaired vision.

"Boys," Hawks shook the phone a little, "we're in."

Ah, there was Shoto's smile. Maybe he did need glasses.

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Nighteye had looked into the future and seen what Bakugo was going to do to get the stamp from him. Despite being well aware of what was going happen, there honestly wasn't a solid way for him to avoid it and he found himself getting blasted halfway across the agency before he could inch a word in. The look on Mirio's face when his mentor flew through the office doorway and into the hall's wall at terminal velocity had been absolutely fucking hilarious. Katsuki wished he'd taken a photo.

That's besides the damn point right now, though. Bakugo'd gotten the stamp, slapped it on his paper, and he was in. Nighteye, as burnt and crispy as he was feeling right about now, couldn't refuse when he was the one who'd set the terms to begin with. Katsuki felt a swell of pride that overtook his overwhelming worry for the briefest of moments before it was back to business. He needed to get this show on the road so they could all regroup. And by 'all' he really just meant Lillian. Fuck those other guys.

"What the fuck do you mean small organized crime syndicate? There's nothing small about these motherfuckers." Bakugo griped as he glanced over the file Nighteye had slid across the desk to him. The man was still looking a little scorched. He deserved it. "And this Chisaki fuck isn't second-in-command anymore. Guy murked his past boss or whatever and took over like, ages ago." 

The file was overwhelmingly small compared to what Bakugo had come to learn during his time interning with Chad, but the heroes were still a resource they'd need to utilize to take these guy's down without getting themselves thrown in jail. Three hots and a cot wasn't going to cut it for Katsuki even if they did perform some real badassery up until that point. He wanted to chop this off clean and dry, and so did Lillian and the rest of those idiots. The Yakuza had been fucking with Chad and The Squirt for too goddamn long.

"What do you mean?" Nighteye asked. Despite his deceptively calm exterior, even Katsuki could see that he was a bit surprised. As though he hadn't actually expected him to know anything about this shit. God, Katsuki fucking wished. His life would be so much easier.

"I mean he fucked the guy up and took over. What the hell else?" Bakugo grumbled, glaring down at the file and scouring it for anything new. There were a few things-- more about Chisaki's right-hand men and some of their haunts. Chad dedicated so much time to keeping the Yakuza they sent off his tail and taking care of Eri that hunting Kai down himself had been relatively off the table, barring a few minor busts and confrontations. Or, it had been up until they were given sanctuary at UA. Now they didn't need to worry about their address being discovered and shit like that. 

"Yes, but why did he take over?" Nighteye stressed. Katsuki resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "We only recently began to monitor the group after they began to exhibit... strange behaviors. They've become more active."

"Yeah. I know." Katsuki scoffed sharply. Luckily, Nighteye didn't seem to take it as a disrespect. Good. They'd all get along well and dandy once they got over the fact that Katsuki was a landmine waiting to go off and adjusted. He huffed a sigh, glancing at Nightfuck's stoic face with a frown. "Look, the old boss didn't agree with Chisaki's shit plan to revive the Yakuza or his mission to 'cleanse' the Earth or whatever." 

Katsuki honestly didn't have the full story on what was going on. At first it had been thought that the Yakuza were the ones manufacturing Trigger. And to an extent, Katsuki believed they probably were, but not because it was a capital part of their plans. They were selling it for insane amounts in order to fund their experiments in quirk removal. Someone out there-- maybe the Yakuza, maybe someone else-- was also testing it out on people and using it to cause these 'instant-villains' rampages. It was just... god, the whole thing was a total shit show. There were other criminal organizations involved that Katsuki didn't even want to begin to think about.

"Cleanse the Earth?" Nightfuck actually seemed interested now, this all clearly having been news to him. Katsuki buried the small seed of satisfaction that came with finally being listened to on a more serious level. This guy was a goddamn idiot. How did you observe the literal fucking Yakuza and not know who Chad was? Chad's been blowing these fucks up for months out in the open and he's gotten the police on his tail for it, and yet Nightfuck's never seem to have heard of the guy!

"Of quirks." Katsuki arched a brow to see if any of this was striking a familiar nerve but all he got was a perplexed, perhaps even astonished look in return. Great. Just fucking great. If Lillian was here she'd explain it way better. Why the fuck hadn't they just interned together? They made a great team! The best fucking team, actually! Everyone else had gone off into fucking pairs and whatever. Dammit. Fuck. 

"That doesn't make any sense. Why would they deal in a drug that amplifies quirks if they want quirks gone? It doesn't fit." Nightfuck insisted sternly. And yeah, when he put it like that, shit made sense. Katsuki could begrudgingly see why he thought of it that way, but that didn't make him any less wrong or any less of a moron.

"Means to an end. Trigger sells for a shit ton and it can be used to strengthen their own quirks and financial status. The heroes are so focused on all these random goddamn villain attacks that finding out about the quirk erasing shit just doesn't happen. They're too distracted." Katsuki waved a hand vaguely, his voice a grumble. Nighteye frowned. "Anyway, so story goes that the Chisaki fucker incapacitated his boss, stole his boss' granddaughter, Eri, for her rewind quirk and started to--"

"Granddaughter?" Nighteye cut him off. Bakugo inhaled sharply. The man didn't seem to mind, leaning closer with big eyes. Katsuki resisted the urge to set an explosion off in his face and instead leaned himself back and away from the man, making sure to give a weirded-out look for good measure. "He had a granddaughter with a rewind quirk?" 

"Uh, there is no 'had' in this situation, you fucker. She got rescued and they've been trying to get her back ever since, and the fuckers are starting to get real goddamn bold in their methods." Bakugo griped. Nightfuck looked truly stunned. Katsuki wondered if this was the first time he'd felt such strong emotion in himself since his bromance with All Might ended.

Nighteye let himself fall back into his seat, seeming in deep contemplation. Katsuki watched him, still having a million more things to say. The explosive blonde was a goldmine of information. Not one that was great with words, but the knowledge was there nonetheless. Chad rambled about anything and everything, and Katsuki had learned this well during his internship with the guy. He'd learned a lot about Chad, actually. Number one thing being that you didn't mess with the guy if you knew what was good for you, because you were going to lose no matter how strong you were or weren't.

"Bold in their methods..." Nighteye muttered, his gaze flicking up to Katsuki. There was something like realization in his eyes. "This granddaughter, Eri... if she was vital in their experiments, could that be why they've made contact with the League of Villains? Could they be asking for help in getting her back? Making a deal?"

Katsuki felt his blood run cold as the words hit and processed. His hands curled into fists, his eyes going wide with a rage that felt almost calm in its rampage at the news. This... yeah, this was something he most certainly hadn't known before coming here. Nighteye seemed to realize what he'd said belatedly but his expression didn't change even as Katsuki's teeth ground together and his palms popped. Fuck. Fuck, this was getting complicated. 

"The fuckers made contact with who?" He bit the words out like they hurt to say. Nightfuck, for some reason or another, smiled. And well... Katsuki has been sweating an awful lot these past few minutes...

It was only later after a lot of screaming and some minor (disclaimer: not minor at all) explosions that Nighteye would decide it was time to gather a taskforce of other heroes. A collaboration of agencies that Katsuki got to advise on seeing as he was clearly smarter than literally everyone else in this entire goddamn place. And by advise he means he demanded Aizawa, Hawks, and Fatgum all make it onto that goddamn list. He'd had to do a little bit of threatening to make it happen, but lucky for all of them Nightfuck wasn't fond of getting hurtled through his agency again.

He made sure to report his triumphs to Lillian right away, and he forwarded to all of Chad's numbers too just on the off chance that he'd see it. Because these fuckers were going down, and the League was going with them. 

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"Your persistence is terrifying." Amajiki muttered as they walked down the crowded sidewalk. Lillian had made it to Fatgum's agency without interruption and had gotten introduced to the man, who apparently loved to do nothing more than eat. Lillian would've invited Momo based the similarities her quirk had to Fatgum's alone, but that would've wrapped the other girl up in their plans and Lillian didn't want to do that to her.

"Lillian's not all that scary, Amajiki! We're going to have to work on those delicate nerves of yours." Fatgum grinned, glancing back at the older teen before his gaze pinged back to Lillian. To be honest... he hadn't really expected someone like her to want on with a hero like him. He'd been looking for someone based in close-combat when Amajiki had come up, sputtering about how Fatgum really, really, really needed to take her on. Something about his life hanging in the balance? He wasn't sure.

Lillian's quirk was versatile in the fact that it could allow her and others to get close, even if it wasn't inherently a close range quirk at first glance. Its flexibility was one of the only reasons he'd accepted. That, and Amajiki never asked for... well, anything. He'd been too adamant for Fatgum to refuse. Plus, Lillian seemed like an interesting character! He had a feeling this was going to be an exciting work study! 

"Y-Yeah, not scary at all." Lillian responded a little too fast and a little too half-heartedly to be believable. Amajiki visibly shivered. Fatgum felt a spark of concern rush through him as the girl nervously smiled at them. "How do you guys feel about the mafia?"

"I wanna go home." Amajiki whimpered in response, which was not helpful feedback in Lillian's opinion, but you know. Fatgum was giving her a rather curious look. At least he wasn't immediately trying to boot her out of the cool kid's club. She knew from Katsuki's texts that he'd probably gotten the message about a team-up with Nighteye's agency and several others, and he no doubt had an inkling as to what it was about. As a hero who patrolled the streets often, he'd come into contact with cases of trigger and members of the Shie Hassaikai more than once. It's why she'd chosen him.

Being out in the open like this was nerve-wracking. Lillian kept expecting someone to show up. Katsuki's text about the League being involved with the Yakuza had sent a shiver racing down her spine. It was suffocating, and she'd only just barely managed to gather herself together. It was a text from Hitoshi that calmed her down. A picture of Neito's corpse laid out on the ground surrounded by horrified reporters had made her snort and almost choke to death on her own spit, successfully curbing her oncoming panic and scaring poor Amajiki. She wondered how the older teen felt about Cranberry Sprite...

"They're fighting! Someone help!" A voice called. Fatgum immediately whirled around, and Lillian and Amajiki followed in suit. For such a large hero Fatgum was surprisingly fast. Like a Snorlax on roller skates or something. 

A group of men in suits were barreling down the street, sprinting as fast as they could away from another man in a suit who sorta looked like a naked mole rat. It wasn't because he didn't have hair-- he definitely did. There was just something about his weird little head that reminded Lillian of one. Were this not a serious situation she may've taken her phone out and taken a photo so she could show it to Katsuki later and ask if they were related just so she could see him blow up.

"I won't have you selling on my turf without my permission!" The mole rat bellowed and ah, this was exactly why Lillian had come to Fatgum's agency to begin with. Kumbaya, my lord. Rise. Drug dealers for the poor and needy please. Drug dealers for the poor and needy.

"Can't blame us for tryna make some cash!" One of the men sprinting away shouted back to the rat one. Lillian wondered if this was a blinking situation. Was she supposed to blink? Watch Fatgum work? Did she need permission or was this like, a use your own discretion type of moment? Amajiki was just standing there like it was 3 AM and he was about to tell his mom he threw up, so that wasn't helpful. Should she just mirror his pose and bide her time? "Come on, we've got to eat just like everyone else!" 

They were about to split up to try and lose their pursuer when Fatgum slid into their path. His eyes almost appeared to glow eerily as he once again displayed his uncanny speed. His body seemed to expand as they slammed into him, stopped in their tracks by his large form. He was like an unmoving wall, his arms coming out to wrap around them and... yeah, he was basically smothering them. Like a crying baby with a pillow. He was genuinely just going to suffocate them with brute force and fat reserves. Lillian was impressed and a little horrified. Mostly impressed. You go, Pillsbury Doughboy. You go.

"Not so fast!" Fatgum exclaimed.

"It's Fat!" One of the criminals exclaimed back, which was just like, really offensive in Lillian's opinion. Yeah, they were right and everyone-- including Fatgum-- knew it, but did they honestly have to say it like that? Or was that a nickname? Maybe it was a nickname. Should she ask Twitter? Or would that get her cancelled? Perhaps reddit was a safer bet.

"Help, I'm sinking!" One of them cried out, muffled. Okay, no. They'd definitely breached into rude territory. Lillian was offended on Fatgum's behalf. She was interning with him now so they were all in this together. Just like she'd never let anyone make tentacle hentai jokes about Amajiki, she wasn't going to let anyone shame Fatgum's body type. Amen to that, brothers, sisters, and everything in-between. 

"Mr. Fat's got a little hug for ya." Fatgum grinned. Okay, so the Fat part was a nickname, but the sinking thing was just unnecessary. 

Lillian felt vaguely like she was having an out of body experience as one of the men seemed to slip out of the pro's grasp with a resounding curse, just barely glancing back as he flew. What was happening right now? Who was she? Where was she? Lillian honestly couldn't say she actually knew. This entire street smelt like every food known to mankind and rat piss. Don't ask her for the specifics on how she knows what that smells like. We'll just say they shouldn't have left that trash bag in Hitoshi's garage for that long.

"Whoops, lost one!" Fatgum sounded extremely nonchalant. If he wasn't going to make it a big deal, Lillian wouldn't either. Was that a pun? A big deal? Okay, now she was being the offensive one. "Looks like he's got the same quirk as Edge!" 

Amajiki began to unravel into an octopus-like mess right when Lillian blinked, effectively stopping the villain from getting any further. Amajiki didn't seem to realize in time, the tentacles sprouting from his fingertips sending the guy absolutely flying down the street and into the side of a nearby building. Him being frozen meant he didn't have any weight or traction on the ground. A hit that should've only sent the guy a few feet back had him ricocheting like a ping pong ball. Lillian winced.

"M-My bad." Lillian offered as Amajiki blanched at the unexpected distance their enemy crossed. Should she start calling out when she freezes things? Like in volleyball? The surprised look on Fatgum's face said yes. Hopefully they didn't boot her out for this.

"He, uh-" Amajiki swallowed heavily, looking pale as the man slipped down the side of the business he'd gotten tossed at and hit the asphalt with a thump that was drowned out by the cheers and chants of Lillian's name and Amajiki's hero one. Maybe she should've just made her hero name her real name, since that's all anyone knows her by anyway. "D-Do you think--"

"I-I'm sure he's fine!" Lillian sputtered. You know, like a liar. She wiped some of the sweat off her brow. "He isn't even bleeding."

"A-Actually, he-"

"-isn't even bleeding." Lillian cut him off with a reassuring smile that didn't do anything to help the situation or the puddle of blood that was indeed beginning to grow under the guy's head. The crowd didn't seem to care, clapping, cheering, and noting how good looking Amajiki happened to be. Mirio would have words if he were here. Gay ones, Lillian was sure. 

Amajiki shivered a bit, looking near tears. Lillian could relate. She felt the same way. Her psyche was slowly withering away bit by bit. She should've conceded to her dad's begging and interned with him. It's not that she doesn't like being here. Fatgum is amazing and so is Amajiki, but you know. Traumatization and stuff. Plus putting herself out so starkly in the public may not have been a good idea seeing as the League of Villain had made it painfully clear that they wanted her dead. Actually, now that she really thought about it, why had Nezu authorized her coming out? What the fuck?

The crowd was a bit overwhelming. Lillian watched Amajiki carefully wrap the bleeding villain up, intent on pulling him a bit closer so he wouldn't get away. Or get trampled by eager civilians, who seemed to have realized who she was. Or more specifically, who her dad was. The mysterious Eraserhead had appeared like a dark knight, defeated the greatest super villain of all time, taken the first place spot, and was now on solid radio silence. The only news on him they got was from Lillian's Instagram story, which was managed by Neito. The very small snippets given to the public was what kept the guy at the top of the rankings. Somehow.

"Get down! He's got a gun!" Fatgum's voice boomed unexpectedly. Lillian felt her heart stop.

The bang was familiar and not what she'd expected. And she probably should've dealt with it better. You know, maybe jumped out of the way or ducked like she was told to. Her coming on this work-study meant she was sound of mind and okay. Good enough to come out and not be a danger to herself and others. She'd had to do the tests just like her classmates had, and she'd passed them. Lillian was beginning to wonder if those exams needed some reworking. Freezing on the job wasn't something you were supposed to do as a hero. In fact, it was everyone else was supposed to be the ones freezing according to Lillian's quirk.

It was a little shameful. A lot shameful, actually. That same suffocating feeling she'd hoped not to feel again anytime soon crawled up her throat. There was this split second moment of shock just like the one she'd felt that day, and a rush of something cold flooded her veins. The jolt sent her hair flying up and her gaze glowing red, her eyes wide as Amajiki crumpled not unlike Awase had. For a moment, Lillian wasn't on a crowded commercial street, and the smells in the air weren't of restaurants and bars. Instead it was smoke, blood, dust, sweat. 

Lillian wondered distantly in some far away part of her mind why the fuck this was happening to her of all people. It had to be satire at this point. She wondered if maybe she deserved it, because not only had Awase gotten shot because she wasn't fast enough, but now Amajiki had too. And he was on the ground, hurt, and she wasn't. He'd been shot. He'd been shot with a gun. Someone had just fucking shot Amajiki!  

She made eye contact with the man who'd done it, the crowd having cleared from around him. He was pale and shaking, dredges of white hair hanging vaguely around his face and his shoulders taut. He didn't look cold and detached like Izuku had when he'd done it, but there was still something violent in his gaze alongside his obvious fear. An undertone that she probably wouldn't have recognized before her time at UA. Her gaze dropped to the barrel of the gun, aimed right for her. She choked, her panic exploding in her chest like a firework, sudden, bright, and loud.

The man moved to pull the trigger, and around Lillian, the entire world froze.

~

Do any of you remember the gigantic fucking crossover between Freeze Frame, Mind Boggled, and Feral? The one located in the Freeze Frame one shot book?

An amazing patron of mine, Miss Katie, requested a part two to that absolute beast. And whilst the other one shot was a whopping 50k words, this one has come out to just over 65k words and is now being posted in the Freeze Frame one-shot book, so go check it out if you liked the first one!

The Crossover Part 2 is a continuation of the first one, coming out to around a collective 22 chapters all mushed into one massive part. It is a crossover between Freeze Frame, Mind Boggled, Feral, AND Just A Myth. With her blessing, it's being posted here on Wattpad after a month of sitting on patreon! I hope you guys are able to enjoy!