Third person pov

The next day at school, Lillian knew she'd have to play it safe. She had a job. Hitoshi and Neito would walk her in a desperate attempt to fend off Kaminari, who was on the prowl. She was safer in the classroom, so once she was in there, she'd give their sloppily cobbled-together dietary plan and let him make the changes they needed for whatever hellish workout he had in store for them.

Lillian would need to surround herself once she got into the classroom. After her dabbing stunt before, on top of the fact that she'd directly given him that Chungus note, he was probably near rabid by now. Lillian was okay at acting, which was probably driving him even crazier. It's not like the girl really had friends prior to UA, so most of her time was spent bouncing around her bedroom singing at the top of her lungs and reenacting scenes from whatever she was into at the time.

"Do you see him anywhere?" Neito asked as they cautiously pattered down the hall. They had all seen the look on Kaminari's face earlier. The guy was definitely desperate. What exactly he was desperate for, none of them were quite sure. Answers, maybe? We're Hitoshi in the electric blonde's shoes, he'd have a hell of a lot of questions.

"N-Not yet." Lillian murmured back, glancing over her shoulder. "Keep a feel out for static. It's subtle, b-but I've noticed it a few times around him."

"Got it." Hitoshi nodded. He could understand why Lillian wouldn't want to be interrogated. Besides, her meme-status needed to remain a secret so they could reveal it when it was least expected. They had plans, after all. Plans that were not to be foiled before they could ever be put into motion.

"What sort of workout do you think Aizawa-sensei will be giving us?" Neito glanced down at her. "He's your teacher, so you'd know."

Lillian smiled a wry smile that looked out of place on her face, a distant look in her eyes. Neito and Hitoshi shared a glance. Lillian ducked her head, her ponytail slipping over her shoulder in the process. She looked almost as though she were mourning.

"Let's just say... W-Well, have you ever felt like you were going to die? Physically? Danger wise?" Lillian looked up, peering at them to gauge their reactions. Neito looked grim, and Hitoshi, mildly horrified. "I-It'll be like that, but worse."

"Worse?" Hitoshi croaked weakly.

"Worse." Lillian winced. "But uh... It'll be effective?"

"The questioning in your tone terrifies me, and I hope you realize that." Neito winced as he considered it. Lillian did tend to freak out even the smallest of things, blowing them up and out of proportion before she could even fully process just what was happening. This time, however, she seemed dead serious. Completely, and calmly, set on the idea that they were about to experience a month of hell. He found himself believing her because of her surety.

"Lillian!" A voice called, causing the girl to jump. They all turned to see none other than Kaminari, his clothes looking as though they'd been put on in a rush, darting towards them. Lillian backed up ever so slightly towards the door to her classroom.

"See you at lunch?" Hitoshi asked the girl, who nodded and gave her two friends a smile before ducking into the classroom. Neito and Hitoshi both stepped to make way for Kaminari as he all but dove after the poor girl.

Lillian managed to make it to her desk and seek cover in the midst of her other female friends. Half of them told Kaminari to buzz off anytime he tried to confront the freckled girl, and the others ignored him and continued on with the conversation like he wasn't there. When he wasn't trying to corner her, class was in session, so it worked out rather well. Lillian was glad. She wasn't the most confident in her acting skills. They weren't the worst; it's not like she had friends before UA, which meant she'd had plenty of time to sit back and practice. It's not like there was much else to do.

"Lillian." Aizawa called to her as she moved to travel to the art room with her friends. It was one of the few classes they had to leave the 1-A classroom for, which also meant Kaminari could certainly ambush her. The short girl flinched a little as she stopped, turning to peer up at her teacher.

"Y-Yes?" She asked in a small voice. Was she in trouble? She really hoped not. She wondered what she could have done. Was it that sneeze earlier? She knew she should have excused herself for that louder. Perhaps-

"You're not going to art." He told her simply. "You start English with the Third Years this period. During your old English period, you'll be going to art with class 1-B." 

Oh.

Lillian stared at him for a moment. English... with the Third Years. English class, as in English, with the Third Years? As in her upperclassmen, who she avoided at all costs due to their overall superiority? This wasn't right. She was glad she had art with Neito now, as that was rather nice, but English with Third Years? She was dead meat. She may as well start writing out her will now; she wasn't going to make it at this rate.

"You okay, kid?" Aizawa asked when Lillian failed to blink after a good fifteen seconds. She looked like she'd gone into some sort of catatonic shock, staring at him like he'd just given her a death sentence. He knew she had some pretty drastic anxiety, but he really didn't need anyone going into a catatonic shock. He supposed this was better than her crying.

"I-I-" She blinked rapidly a few times. "I-I just... g-go to..." 

"Class 3-A, yes." Aizawa nodded. Her jaw dropped.

"3-A?!" She squeaked, jumping slightly, her eyes wide. "B-B-But that's w-with the hero course, a-and-" 

"Lillian, you're in the hero course. You'll be a member of 3-A one day as well. It's only rational to put you in there with them." He explained as calmly as he could manage. His ribs were absolutely thrumming with pain, but it wasn't anything a few pain pills and a much-needed nap couldn't fix. He'd been aching for this off period since the moment he pulled himself out of bed this morning.

"I-I... r-right." She sputtered. "I'm in th-the... y-yeah..."

Aizawa waited patiently for her to process, watching her eyes blink rapidly and her face twist in a nearly affronted manner as she rolled her thoughts around in her head, trying to get them to settle. It would have been rather amusing were he not about to fall over. He really didn't want his student to have to freeze him due to injuries again.

"I should... o-oh, wow..." Lillian blinked a few more times. "S-Sorry."

"It's fine." He said simply. Lillian nodded, seeming rather distracted as she turned and shuffled towards the door, her shoulders so tense and hunched they came up to her ears. He couldn't help but wince a little at that. They seriously needed to do something about her whole confidence issue there, and her panic one. Seeing the worst case scenario was fine, but getting hooked on it and fretting over it wasn't good.

Lillian took the elevator to the top floor of UA high, in the back-right wing. The school seemed even more massive when you had to actually cross it to get to where you needed to go. Her heart was thundering so loudly she could practically hear it echoing off the walls of the elevator. Going up to one of the floors reserved solely for Third Years made her feel like an alien, and all the more small. She was just a little Freshman, barely a few weeks into UA! She was too young to die!

Finding room 3-A wasn't as hard as she thought it'd be, but she didn't dare knock. She instead found herself staring at it. What was she supposed to do? Did she just go in? Did she wait? No, she couldn't wait. She should knock. But what if she disrupted Present Mic in his teaching? He taught this class, right? What if he didn't, and she got stuck with a teacher she didn't know?! How would she-

"Are you okay?" She froze, whipping around. Standing there, just a few inches short of six feet tall, was a Third Year. She vaguely recognized him from watching the Sports Festival, and was promptly horrified. Oh my god, it was one of them.

"I-I'm fine." She stuttered. You know, like a liar. "I-I-I was s-supposed to... u-um..."

He didn't seem at all phased by her stuttering, smiling brightly down at her. He seemed nice, thankfully. She tried not to look too mortified as she gazed up at him. He had dark blue eyes and sunshine blonde hair that made him look all the more cheerful. She felt her body began to shake. She was done for. It was over. She may as well end it now. It's not like things were going to go her way anyway.

A look of realization dawned on his face. "You're the first year transferring over." He seemed to recall before grinning and sticking out his hand. "I'm Mirio Togata." 

"L-L-L-Lillian F-Faust." She squeaked out pathetically, shakily taking his hand. He gave her a firm shake before dropping it, and she was glad. Her life had flashed before her very eyes unlike ever before. She was terrified. Had her palm been sweaty? It certainly was now, but that seemed like a really sudden development. How had it gotten like that so fast? Or had she not noticed before?

"It's okay to be nervous, but I promise we don't bite! Come on; I'll walk you in." He said happily, clapping a hand down on Lillian's shoulder to ground her back to reality. Lillian's entire body felt clammy. She wondered if it was possible to forget an entire language. Then, she could go back to being a simple little first year, with the other simple little first years, in her simple little first year class. 

"Th-Th-Thanks." She sputtered like a dying engine, eyes wide and heels digging into the floor. Mirio remained unfazed as he pushed her towards the door, not minding her unconscious resistance.

"My best friend has really bad anxiety as well! You'll like him." Mirio threw the door open. Lillian's blinked a few times rapidly. More people? Oh no.

Present Mic was indeed there, looking away from the board as they entered. A wide grin split across his face when he saw Mirio cheerfully driving Lillian into the room. Sure, the girl looked paralyzed and like she maybe wasn't breathing, but she was here!

"Lillian, you made it! I was beginning to think you got lost!" Mic chirped as Mirio all put picked her up and set her at the front of the room next to the voice-hero. She blinked a few times, looking like she might cry. Mic tried not to let her devastation deter him, a few beads of sweat beading against his brow. Maybe plunging Lillian into the deep end and hoping she'd just swim wasn't the best idea.

"Is that the first year?" Someone asked, a wince in their voice. "They look a little..."

"She's just nervous." Mirio gave a thumbs up. "Look, Tamaki! She's just like you!"

The boy in question ducked his head, his cheeks dusting pink out of embarrassment as he was called out. Mirio either didn't notice or simply didn't mind, giving Lillian one last pat on the shoulder before retreating to his desk. Lillian gulped, scooting a little closer to Mic, who grimaced sympathetically.

"This is Lillian Faust, but she prefers to go by Lillian from what I can tell! Her mother is American, so she's fluent in English." Mic explained, because it was pretty clear his favorite little listener wasn't about to.

There was a chorus of hellos and some clapping, but most of them just felt downright bad for the poor girl. Her back was ramrod-straight, her hands curled tightly around the straps of her backpack. She looked like one nudge would tip her right over. Honestly, it was pretty clear she didn't want to be here.

"Come sit by me!" Nejire immediately invited, deciding to show mercy to the poor girl. "There's an empty desk right here."

Lillian didn't move for a moment before jerking forward, stumbling slightly as though she'd been pulled from her stupor. Nervously, she shot a glance back at Mic, who gave an encouraging grin and a nod. Her cheeks flared red with sheer embarrassment before she rushed to the empty desk, sinking into it and trying her best not to cry. Nejire smiled kindly at her, introducing herself cheerfully. Lillian forced a shaky smiled at the older girl, ducking her head to wipe at her eyes.

Mirio twisted around to give her a grin and a thumbs up, and next to him, diagonal to Lillian, a boy Lillian thought might be Tamaki glanced back at her with an understanding grimace, looking like maybe he was sweating a little himself. Lillian felt her heart rate slow ever so slightly, suddenly feeling a whole lot better about Aizawa's impending workout schedule, because truly, nothing could be worse than this.