Third person pov

"I take it all back... Lillian, you were right." Hitoshi gasped out. "This is hell."

"Hi, welcome to Chili's." Was Neito's weak response. Nobody was sure if he was agreeing or just delusional from exhaustion. They were a mere fifteen minutes in, and already ready to drop. Aizawa had truly gone all out with this work out plan. It left them plenty of time for themselves and school, sure, but that only meant the man had compacted everything they needed to do and more into a very short amount of time.

Lillian hadn't said a word of complaint the entire time. Sure, she was sweating, and looked possibly a little deader than Hitoshi felt, but she'd kept her mouth smoothed out into a thing yet grim line.

"It isn't as bad as English." Lillian whispered, meeting Hitoshi's eyes. "Never as bad as English."

"Do I want to know what that means?" Neito whispered to Hitoshi.

"Probably not." Hitoshi muttered back. Neito winced, swiping his forearm across his forehead. He only succeeded in smearing his sweat. Truly, he had no idea he could produce this much of the substance until now. It was actually quite mortifying. This couldn't possibly be good for his skin.

"Jared, can you read number 23 for the class?" Lillian asked suddenly as they began sprinting after doing a round of sit ups, crunches, push ups, and a whole plethora of other shit that nearly made Neito's spine snap in two and Hitoshi's arms fall off.

"No I cannot." Neito said pompously.

"What up, I'm Jared, I'm nineteen and I never fucking learned how to read." Hitoshi recited perfectly. Aizawa looked up as they approached. Even with his face covered, you could tell he didn't want to be here. And yet he was anyway, sitting there all bandaged up with his juice pouch and sleeping bag. The trio wasn't sure if they should bow before him or cry and cower. Maybe both, but in intervals.

"It's free real estate." Lillian noted as they darted past. You could practically sense Aizawa pause at her words.

Aizawa's workout was, in short, the definition of hell. Maybe it wasn't all the way down in the ninth circle, but it couldn't be that far off. Lillian was clearly convinced there was something worse than this. That being said, she wasn't as against physical activity as Hitoshi was, and she didn't seem to mind the sweat as much as Neito did.

It's not that it particularly bothered Monoma. It just made him feel nasty, and feeling nasty wasn't on his to-do list at the moment. He really hadn't been planning on adding it either. He hated the way his clothes stuck to his skin, and how his hair got all sticky and disgusting. It made him want to vomit, dry heave for a second while he regained his bearings, and then vomit again.

In simple terms, it made him sick.

"So, we have to do this everyday?" Hitoshi asked as they skidded to a stop for a fifteen second break. Then, they'd fall into push ups. Another form of torture. Monoma did the best out of all of them, and Hitoshi could certainly get a few good ones in. Lillian, on the other hand, wanted to bash her face in everytime anything that had to do with upper body strength came up. Not because she particularly hated the exercises, but because she had no arm muscles to speak of.

"Y-Yeah." Lillian panted. "After two weeks I think we split it up. Two thirds physical exercise, and one third quirk control."

"Wow, that's totally tubular." Monoma wheezed out in his best surfer voice. The fact that he was about to keel over right then and there really made him sound more like a dying walrus than a wave surfer.

"Gnarly." Hitoshi agreed, feeling rather green at the moment.

"Fifteen seconds." Lillian groaned, and they all dropped down. "You know, I just wanna be a cowboy, baby."

"I wanna be a cowboy, baby." Neito and Hitoshi both agreed in sync as they started their torture routine all over again. Lillian forced herself to stay positive. This would all may off in the end! Everyone getting into shape agreed that it sucked it the beginning, so it wasn't like she hadn't expected this, right? She just had to fight through Aizawa's many trials of death to pick the survival of the fittest out from the weak, and then she was golden!

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Ochako considered herself a morning person, and from what she'd seen, Lillian was too. She always came into the room with a small smile and polite nod, not seeming at all tired. Or maybe she was, and was simply good at hiding it. The brunette didn't know, but she didn't mind either way! She was just glad to have someone radiantly positive to talk to in the earlies hours of the day!

Or that's how she normally felt. Now, all she could feel was concentrated concern in its purest form.

Lillian dragged herself through the door, and not even Kaminari tried to pester her. Heads turned as she pulled herself through the room's entrance like it hurt. How she was on two feet, nobody was quite sure. She looked like the dead walking. Her ponytail was mess, her bangs falling haphazardly in her face. Her uniform was rumpled in a way that showed she'd put it on in a rush, and her tie was crooked.

She had this look on her face. Normally she was anxious and timid, her eyes darting around, but now she just looked lost to the world. She was grimacing, her shoulders just as slouched as her overall posture. She blew a strand of hair out of her face as she forced herself down the aisle to her desk. Ochako swore she heard the girl groan a little as she sunk into her desk.

"A-Are you okay?" Ochako sputtered.

"Yeah, you look like shit." Jiro had sauntered over, Mina close behind. Tsuyu and Hagakure had stopped their conversation with Kirishima and Ojiro and were now peering over curiously.

Lillian gave a smile, and for a moment they relaxed. It didn't last long.

"T-Tell my parents I love them."

And with that she proceeded to pass out, slumping over her desk, and successfully scaring the shit out of literally everyone present.

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Lillian was slightly more recharged come English, but still in pain. She dragged herself to class anyway, her legs feeling like jelly. She'd tried her best to let them rest in class, and to stretch them out every so often, but they still felt ready to pop off at any given moment. She was suddenly extremely grateful this school had an elevator. Three steps up the staircase and she would have been a goner for sure. She was going to worship the elevator itself, regardless of how much of a dingbat she looked like while doing it.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Mirio asked with genuine concern as Lillian collapsed into her seat. Even Mic looked moderately concerned for her, but also understanding. He had probably knew Aizawa was training her.

"Does she look okay to you?" Nejire cocked an eyebrow at the blonde, who smiled obliviously. He gave a half-hearted shrug in response. Amajiki risked a glance back, shifting when he realized Lillian probably wasn't going to look at him. Even if she did, she looked so dead it would hardly count. Looking at a corpse would be more intimidating.

"It doesn't hurt to ask." Mirio said innocently, despite knowing well and good that Lillian was probably on her death bed.

"D-Does she need to go... go s-see Recovery Girl?" Amajiki's voice was so queit the boy himself wasn't even sure he'd spoken. Mirio, ever the Tamaki expert, heard it with ease nonetheless.

"That's an excellent question." Mirio smiled again. Lillian stared at him, feeling rather ill. "Would you like someone to escort you to the nurses station?"

Lillian swallowed the lump in her throat. She was too tired to be anxious right now. She could do one, not both. Both would surely kill off the last of her scrambled brain cells.

"I-I'm okay." Lillian assured. "J-Just training."

"I could teach you some stretches to help with the aches!" Nejire said.

At the same time, Mirio exclaimed an excited, "Can I help?!"

Once again, Lillian had no idea what to do.

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The Meme Three, as per their new diet, all had the same meal. Neito had gotten their food for them while Lillian dragged Hitoshi into the cafeteria. It seemed like he'd taken the worst of it for some reason. Lillian wondered if her anxiety was simply keeping her alert, and Hitoshi was too chill in general not to be completely done after such a rigorous work out, or if the lack of a coping method had gotten to him. Lillian used the horror of her first day of English class to fuel her. Hitoshi didn't have that trauma.

"Next please." Lillian said tiredly.

"Hello." Neito responded.

"Sir, this is a mug shot." Hitoshi joined in, sounding near tears.

"A mug shot? I don't even drink coffee." Lillian said.

And then they proceeded to vacuum down their food like their lives depended on it. And with how many calories they probably burned this morning, and were going to burn after school, they probably did.