Third person pov

Monoma learned a few things about Lillian during Art History. One, she was much more comfortable going into an unfamiliar situation when a friend was with her. She'd still been reasonably jittery, but she'd managed to squeak out her name for the class before allowing him to drag her down into the seat next to him.

Another thing he'd learned was that she couldn't draw. At all. She'd get about two seconds in before her hands began to shake, and she'd get overly-nervous from the pressure of trying to create something. Neito could tell his classmates had questions, but he fended them off with vicious glares and threatening scowls. 

Lillian had adjusted fairly quickly, though she did refuse to make eye contact with anyone other than Neito. The blonde didn't have any qualms with this. It would just make pranking the class later all the easier. Who would ever suspect shy, nervous, sweet little Lillian? Exactly. They wouldn't know what hit them.

Lillian could safely say Art History was now her new favorite class. She didn't particularly like Art History, but she didn't dislike it either. Plus, Neito was in there! She loved Present Mic, of course. He remained her favorite hero, and always would. She was just... not loving his class as much as she did before she got switched! She was sure she would adjust... but until then...

Art History with 1-B wasn't much different than class with 1-A, save for the fact that she recognized essentially no one. She knew a few names, but only because she'd heard them in passing. She was glad Midnight let her sit next to Neito. She probably would have combust had she been forced into a seat next to a stranger. Sure, a class of first years wasn't as bad as a class of third years, but either way, she didn't know these people.

The rest of the day passed with little excitement, and Lillian was glad. Now she found herself walking towards her house with Hitoshi. He had wrung her and Neito for details about the class they now shared, and they'd done their best to deliver. Not much had happened. Midnight had made a sexual comment about the color red, but other than that, it was just like any other Art class. 

Hitoshi smoothed out his UA blazer for the fifth time as they approached her home. He was usually so laid back and collected, so seeing him nervous was quite the change. Lillian couldn't help but find it a little cute, which was awkward enough as it was. She refused to tell him as such. It would probably just increase his nerves, and she really didn't want to do that.

"Th-They're just my parents." She assured. She really couldn't talk. Meeting his parents had been one of the most horrifying moments of her life. Of course, she adored Hitoshi's parents, and owed them a lot. They were sweet, accepting, and extremely kind. Lillian honestly just wanted to hug them and cry. However, getting acquainted with them for the first time had sent her spiraling into a pit of panic Hitoshi barely managed to pull her out of.

"Yeah, like you're one to talk." He said dryly, snorting a little. She rolled her eyes playfully and gave him a threatening nudge, to which he responded with a scoff. How could he not be nervous meeting her parents? He was a creepy guy. The bags under his eyes were too dark to be normal, his hair was constantly a mess, and he had what most called a "villain's quirk." While Lillian was sweet and accepted him and his quirk as they were with a bright smile and no questions asked, how could he say the same about her parents?

He knew her whole family was quirkless, save for her. They were one of those rare chains of people, where quirkless people married other quirkless people, and then reproduced to create more quirkless people, who then went on to marry some more quirkless people! It was like those powerful quirk users who paired up with another powerful quirk user to try and create the ultimate child.

Lillian was the odd one out. She'd, somehow, against all odds, developed a quirk. The child of two non-quirk users being born with a quirk wasn't unheard of, but Lillian was truly a phenomenon. Her genes mutated and adapted finally, giving her a rare, sight-based quirk. Blinking apparently effected it greatly, being used to activate and deactivate it. She could blink between those times, luckily, unlike Aizawa.

"What if they don't like me?" He asked suddenly, drawing her attention. Lillian blinked up at him as his nervously averted his gaze. "They might ask you to stop talking to me."

Lillian looked thoroughly confused, as though he were speaking an old and forgotten language she simply couldn't make sense of. He watched her gape up at him like he was from another planet, and he felt his cheeks redden. Weren't his worries reasonable? 

"U-Uh... why would I listen... to them?" She asked slowly, as though testing the words out. Hitoshi blinked at her.

"What?" He asked. Had he heard her wrong?

"I-I mean, who would listen to something so idiotic, right?" Lillian nervously looked down, clearly not used to speaking in such a way. "I-I love and respect my parents, but... if they think I'd ever stop being friends with someone just because they told me to, they need to check their facts, you know?"

Hitoshi stared at her for a moment before he snickered. She peered up at him in an unsure manner as he began to laugh, his worries swirling down the drain. He knew Lillian had fire in her, but this was unexpected. He thought she'd be the type to never go against her parents, but he could see now that he was wrong. Her not telling them about her quirk should have been a sign, not to mention the courage she clearly showed in the aftermath of the USJ battle. And who knows what went on during the whole thing. He was too afraid to ask.

Lillian's house was a lot like his, but with darker bricks, and a neater-trimmed yard. He followed closely behind her as she bounced up to the door, shifting her bag so she could stick her hand inside and fish around for her keys. Hitoshi waited patiently for her to do so.

The inside of the house was cool and smelled like peppermint. Hitoshi carefully stepped in after Lillian, watching her scramble to close and lock the front door. The clang of pots and pans could be heard from further within the house. He mentally prayed he wouldn't be asked to stay for dinner. Then again, that would be far better than being told to leave.

"Mom, I'm home!" Lillian called into the house. Hitoshi trailed after her as she trotted further in. The floors weren't wood like they were in his house. He didn't often see carpet in homes around these parts, but that being said, he didn't really go into many homes. Not around here, and not in general. Lillian continued, "I-I brought Hitoshi!"

A woman appeared. Her eyes were blue, like Lillian's, but seemed to be a darker shade. She smiled brightly upon seeing Hitoshi, clapping her hands together in a gleeful way that made her seen all the more American. She had naturally tan skin, and seemed too happy. Sure, Hitoshi's mom was happy, but this woman was radiating sunshine. He glanced at Lillian. He was glad she didn't produce such brightness.

"I've heard so much about you, dear!" She exclaimed happily. He could hear her accent. "Go ahead and give him a tour, dear. I was just finishing up lunch."

"It's... almost four in the afternoon." Lillian's eyebrows furrowed. Hitoshi snorted a little, letting his eyes wander. He was surprised to see the walls absolutely littered with family photos. Most were of a younger Lillian, but he picked out some people who must have been her relatives. A lot were definitely American. Lillian didn't really take after many of them. She looked more Japanese than not. He peered around curiously for some pictures of her dad's side.

"It's never too early to eat, Lillian." Her mother said in a chiding tone. 

Lillian deadpanned a little at her mother before turning to look at Hitoshi. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment when she saw him musing over a photo of her at her third birthday party. She looked so confused in the photo, squinting at the cake like it was the enemy. Her parents seemed entirely overjoyed, doing jazz hands at the camera.

"W-We can go to my room." She said, tugging on his sleeve. "I'll show you the bathroom, too. I-In case."

He gave a nod and teasing grin that made her shake her head in an exasperated manner. She took him by the wrist and began to drag him across the room towards the hallway. He let it happen, his eyes bouncing from photo to photo. Lillian was a cute toddler, with chubby round cheeks and messy dark hair that didn't look like it could possibly be tamed. It was a lot better now, but back then it had stuck out in every direction. She also looked fairly grumpy as a little kid. He wondered what possibly could have happened to make her so shy.

Lillian pulled him down the hall, which was a tunnel of photographs. He felt like he was being dragged through a corridor of memories. His eyes struggled to suck in every one as Lillian tugged him towards her room, cheeks going red when his eyes fell upon a photo of her ten year old self covered in dirt and looking like she wanted to die. Her parents were present again, her dad grinning and giving a thumbs up, and her mom shining like the sun.

"Aw, come on. I was just looking at Little Lillian." Hitoshi teased as she all but threw him into her bedroom, leaping in after him and slamming the door shut as though to shield the photos from him. He grinned at the flustered look on her face.

"That's the problem, you scrub." Lillian accused, bringing her hands up to her face. 

"Shame I didn't get to see any baby pictures. I bet your cheeks were chubbier than they are now." Hitoshi teased. Lillian opened her mouth to make a quip back, but paused, an odd expression twisting onto her face. He felt his grin drop immediately upon seeing the look. She looked thoroughly confused. Hitoshi frowned. "Everything... alright?" He checked.

"Y-Yeah." She blinked a few times, plastering a smile back on her face. Excitement quickly took over her form, dispelling any of the lingering tension. "Want to look at Shaggy memes?"

"I don't know. That may take too much of my power." He grinned back.