Do I remember if Hitoshi and Lillian exchanged numbers in the past? No. Am I going to have them do it now? You bet.

(Please don't kill me hahdkasdlhf my memory is shit-)

Third person pov

When Lillian charged her phone, she immediately texted Hitoshi. He'd scribbled his number on a piece of paper so she could shoot him a message when she got her phone back. She'd expected to get it back when she went back to school, whenever that was, but Present Mic had brought her her belongings before as such. She was glad, though she wished her English Teacher hadn't gone to the trouble of getting her bag and bringing it all the way here.

Lillian:
Hey, Hitoshi! It's Lillian. I got my phone back. 

Hitoshi:
I'll be Bastion.

Lillian:
Nerf Bastion.

At least she knew she had the right number.

Hitoshi questioned how Lillian got her phone back, to which she went on a spiel about Present Mic, and how he shouldn't have troubled himself, and how he was amazing. Hitoshi proceeded to bring up Eraserhead, and Lillian gushed over him too. And that's the story of how they spent two hours freaking out over their favorite pros and making obscure meme references. 

They'd be out of school for the rest of this week, and then they'd be back on Monday. It seemed a little soon, but Lillian understood. The school was probably itching to address the issue. Not only that, but it wouldn't look good if they kept the students out of school for a prolonged amount of time. The press would eat it up, and Lillian understood that.

She spent her time with her family. All the girls in her class had apparently gotten her number off her phone somehow. Lillian had a sneaking suspicion Jiro had unlocked it somehow using her quirk, buts he didn't much mind. She liked chatting with them, and making sure they were okay. They were extremely worried about her. She insisted she was fine, but she did suppose she'd looked pretty bad last they saw her.

Her dad was given work off for the rest of the week. He hadn't even had to ask. The amount of phone calls they were getting from family, even mom's side, all of whom lived in America, was astonishing. It told Lillian this news had spread worldwide. The thought was a little scary. She tried her best not to think about it. Instead she focused on trying to explain her quirk to her awed family members, all of whom thought she was god reincarnate now. Their praise and amazement was a little awkward, it was better than them hating her guts for keeping it to herself all this time.

Lillian felt her phone buzz in the pocket of the hoodie she still hasn't returned to Hitoshi. She pulled it out.

Hitoshi:
Hit or Miss?

Lillian:
I guess she took the kids, huh?

She felt herself smile as she hit send, her thoughts once again drifting to her homeroom teacher. She had his number in her phone. Being in the hero course, the whole class did, in case of emergencies. Sometimes UA students got wrapped up in some tricky situations. Because they weren't certified to use their quirks in public, it was good to have an authority figure who basically never slept in case they needed help. And, by extension, one that could safely use their quirk or give them permission to use theirs.

Biting her lip anxiously, Lillian began to type out a message.

~

The last thing Aizawa really remembered was fear and relief. He remembered lying bloody on the pavement, his eyes meeting those of his student Lillian, and he was glad. She'd gotten herself and her classmates out before the villains could take them out.

He could recall his throat constricting. He'd tried to breathe in, but he couldn't get air in or out. Blood bubbled up his throat instead. He remembered fear and sheer horrible contorting onto his the freckled-girl's face before she choked out a sob.

Everything after that didn't exist. It was blank. The time just... wasn't there.

The next memory was disorienting and incomplete. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was horrifying all the same. He remembered jolting up, his lungs gasping for air. He choked, his eyes meeting Lillian's again, and he had just enough time to take in her state before everything went blank again.

She was sitting on the end of the gurney the were on, breathing heavily. Blood dribbled from her lips, and tears stained her cheeks. His student looked horrible. She was shaking so hard he could feel the gurney moving along with her. She looked ready to drop. But she met his eyes anyway, and she stopped it all. She stopped him from dying.

The next memory he had wasn't visual. It was a sob echoing in his ears, and a cry of pain. A hand tightly wrapping around his lower leg. It was Lillian, without a doubt, struggling to keep him frozen.

The last memory he had of his meek student was her being pulled away from him. He choked out a bout of blood, his eyes landing on her as she weakly reached out for him and wept his name. It still echoed. The broken "Mr. Aizawa" rang in his ears even as he was put to sleep by the doctors. The realization that one of his poor students had put theirself through an immense amount of pain just to save him. It was terrifying to know. To see he blood dribbling past the teen's lips, and the terror in her eyes as she feared for his life.

She was just a kid. She was just a kid, and she'd been forced to hold the life of her homeroom teacher in her hands. The life of someone who was supposed to protect her, not the other way around. He knew well that the more powerful the quirk, the worst the side effect. Especially in young kids who hadn't had endurance training. How long had she kept him frozen? Twenty minutes? Forty?

Long enough for her to start coughing up blood.

Mic assured him that she was perfectly fine, and with her family. That she was more worried about him than anything else. Aizawa was glad all his kids were safe, and he was glad nothing that happened to Lillian was permanent. He wouldn't have been able to live with himself if something tragic happened to her. Under his watch. Even now, he cursed himself for failing. He'd backed his student into a corner. It wasn't like she wasn't going to save his life, sure, but... She shouldn't have had to. He didn't doubt she was traumatized.

He knew how heavy a life was. Bearing your own was rough enough, but balancing others? It was something someone so young should never have to do.

Aizawa's phone had been blowing up with texts. The screen was cracked, but it had somehow survived nonetheless. Mic was the one in charge of it, making note of which students texted. He never really read all the messages. Aizawa didn't expect him too. With how often the phone buzzed, there had to be hundreds.

"Ah!" Mic suddenly exclaimed. Aizawa was so drugged up on pain killers it took him a moment to register the sound. "Lillian sent a text. Want me to read it?"

Aizawa felt himself nod. He could feel Mic's grin.

"She says 'Hey, Mr. Aizawa! I know we're only supposed to contact this number if it's an emergency, but I just wanted you to know that I'm really, really glad you're okay. I was... Really scared you wouldn't make it. I know you probably won't see this, but if you do, thank you. You protected us even though your quirk and fighting style wasn't suited for it, and I think you saved all our lives that day. Sorry, I'm rambling. I'm just really worried and really wanted to say thanks. I'm sorry for bothering you. Does your phone even work anymore? That was a rude question. I'm sorry. I mean, I'm sorry if it was rude. I hope you get better soon! Sorry again, this is really long! I'm going to go now-.'"

Mic felt himself grin, glancing at Aizawa. The man had just gotten the bandages off his eyes, and Mic could see the relief in them. The blonde man knew his shy student's lack of contact had greatly concerned the underground hero. Hearing that Lillian was still her usual, panicky self was probably a huge weight off his shoulders.

"She'll be alright, Shota. I went there like you wanted, and she was perfectly fine. She cried when she heard you'd woke up and would be okay, but she was fine." Mic assured with a grin. "I even hugged the little listener! Did you know that I'm her favorite hero? She's been listening to my radio show since she was nine!"

Aizawa closed his eyes and let himself drift off, Mic's reassurances and Lillian's text swimming around in his mind. His students were fine. Lillian was fine.

He couldn't help but smile just a little.