Third person pov

A few days passed, and now it was Wednesday. Lillian was looking a little less dead in the mornings. Ochako took this as a good sign, though she and the other girls were still moderately concerned for the dark-haired girl. She was nearly late in the mornings, looking winded and like she was going to fall over, and she vanished at the end of the day. During lunch, she sat with her purple haired friend and the newer, blonde one. The small glimpses 1-A got of her with them showed them simply jamming as much food down their throats as they could, and as fast as possible.

Kaminari hadn't really wanted to bother Lillian while she was looking like a walking corpse, so he'd taken his time thinking of exactly what he'd say to her. He had the words in his head. He'd stop her after class and confront her about not only the dabbing, but about the Chungus note too. It was burning a hole in his pocket. He wasn't sure why he'd taken to carrying it around with him everywhere, but he couldn't help himself.

Class was nearing an end, and people were already packing up their things. Kaminari was ready for battle. He was armed, and dangerous, with well thought-out words and an electrifying smile. He was prepared for this in every possible way. He was ready to pull out all the stops if need be, and was feeling pretty confident as he gravitated back towards where Lillian stood, taking her sweet time in packing her things up. 

Lillian looked up and gave a nervous, shy smile as he approached. He gave a grin in response, beating down his nerves and grinding them into dust. There was no room for cowardice in this household, oh no. He had his big boy pants on today. His belt buckle was shining, his blazer was ironed, and his hair was on point. Nothing could go wrong.

Or that's what he thought, until Lillian shoved a can into his chest. He caught it out of reflex before it could drop to the floor, blinking stupidly at it for a moment. It was spray painted black all over, and he could tell there was still some sort of fluid inside of it. He looked down at Lillian curiously, clearing his throat a little awkwardly as he held the can up.

"Uh... what's this?" Kaminari asked awkwardly, not sure what else he could really say. His plan to conquer had been foiled in an instant. 

"A threat." Lillian answered pleasantly, sending a shiver shooting straight down his spine. "H-Have a good e-evening, Kaminari!"

And with that, she walked off. And Kaminari didn't even try to stop her either. He couldn't. He just turned and watched her go, his lips parted in surprise. She didn't look like she'd just... well, threatening him with a can. She had the same posture as always, and the same expression, which made this all the more terrifying. Was she really that good at deception?

Hesitantly, Kaminari turned his attention back to the can he was cradling in his hands. He moved to open it. Momentarily, he was afraid. Was this a bomb? Would it shoot a knife out at him? Well, he didn't think Lillian was trying to kill him, but looks were deceiving. He could see what people meant when they said 'it's always the quiet ones.' They were right, and him? He was terrified.

Ignoring the screaming voice in his head that told him to ditch the can, he popped the tab off, holding his breath as the air stuck inside hissed out. He waited for something bad to happen, but... well, it was just an ordinary can of soda. It didn't spit flames, or pop out darts at him. It just fizzed for a moment before falling still. He brought it up to his lips.

Accepting that this probably had cyanide in it and he was about to die, he took a sip. He immediately blanched, eyes flickering to Lillian. She wasn't even looking his way, talking to Momo and Tsuyu like nothing had ever happened. Just like last time, with the dabbing. And with the note. But there was no mistaking this drink.

This was Cranberry Sprite, and he had never felt more terrified.

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Aizawa was not wearing the shirt under his hero costume.

He really wasn't.

It wasn't his new favorite piece of clothing or anything. No, never. He liked generic sweatpants more than he liked this shirt. This shirt, that he wasn't wearing. It wasn't on his body. He didn't love and adore it more than he would ever admit to anyone, including himself. He'd tucked it away somewhere nobody would see it. Not under his hero costume, because he was never going to wear it. Why would he? Of course he wasn't.

He wasn't wearing it, and anyone who dared say so otherwise needed a reality check. 

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 Present Mic wasn't jealous of Aizawa or anything. He had no reason to be! No reason at all! It's not as though Aizawa was swooping in out of absolutely nowhere and swiping his favorite student or anything. No, that wasn't the case at all. And looking back on the super cute T-shirts, he didn't wish Lillian had a Team Present Mic one or anything. Team Eraserhead was fine.

That being said...

"Hey, little listener!" He called before she could leave the room. She turned towards him with a hesitant and questioning look, her eyes bright. He grinned widely at her as he bounced up. She seemed less nervous in his class, which was good! She even talked to Nejire and Mirio, which was progress. And Amajiki if the nervous boy dared involve himself in an un-required social interaction.

"M-Mr. Mic?" She blinked up at him like the cute little freshman she just so happened to be. He would have cooed over her if he had the time.

"I had this lying around and realized it was just your size!" He whipped a Lillian-sized, Present Mic-themed hoodie out of nowhere. Lillian stared at it for a moment, taking in logo for his radio show printed boldly on the back, to the print of his glasses on the front, along with his impressive hair, and the speaker contraption hanging around his neck. It was one of his best-selling items, though this was the limited edition version, of course. Only the best for his favorite listener.

Slowly, she reached out and took it from him. He watched her carefully as she turned it around, examining it with keen eyes. Her gaze caught his autograph on the large, orange front pocket. She carefully re-folded the piece of clothing, returning her gaze to her English teacher. The man was honestly about to die from anticipation. He could feel his lid about to flip from the excitement of it all.

"This is the best day of my life." She said in all seriousness. Mic opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again as she gave a bow. "Th-Thank you and I love you. Goodbye."

And then she turned around, and she ran before she could see his reaction.

All Mic could really do was shriek happily and laugh in a way that was bordering hysterical, and possibly a little insane.

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"Is she alright?" Hitoshi asked.

"I feel like we've had this conversation before." Neito sighed they shuffled towards where Aizawa usually met them. Apparently their workout was going to change up a bit. From the little information they had, they knew Lillian would probably be practicing her quirk while doing some lighter work outs. When Aizawa had learned she just started using it, he'd immediately begun to revise her entire workout. 

It made sense. She'd be using it a lot in the tournament, and if she wanted to improve and get to know it, she'd need to start as soon as possible. Even then, there's no way she'd know all its ins and outs by the festival. Still, it would be good to see what sorts of side effects came when she wasn't crying and hyperventilating. 

Who knows what Lillian had  breezed over in the flurry of panic that was the USJ attack. Aizawa didn't dare say it outright, but they all knew what he was implying. Quirks reacted according to how they were used and when. If Lillian was breaking down when she used it, the effect it had on her body could have been different or more severe than it would be if she were using it while calm. When Aizawa was over stressed, using his quirk made his eyes hurt. It was like that, only Lillian had been vomiting blood instead.

"I'm great." Lillian whirled around to face them, planting her feet and shoving something up at them. "Look!"

Both Neito and Hitoshi peered at the Present Mic Hoodie, eyes going from the signature on the pocket, to his glaring orange sunglasses that they could almost imagine glinting in the light. Lillian's eyes were shining so brightly they were almost emitting a glow at this point. They both knew how much she admired Present Mic. She practically worshiped his radio show.

"Did he give you this?" Hitoshi asked, sharing a look with Neito.

"Yes." Lillian said simply. "Touch it and I delete both your kidneys."

Neito reeled back. "Wha-" 

"What are you three doing?" Aizawa's voice drew their attention to the man in question, who looked as though he'd just stepped out of teacher's lounge. The casts around his arms didn't look as thick as they usually were, so he'd either gotten them re-bandaged, or he was getting better. His eyes fell onto the hoodie his freckled student was holding. "What's that?"

"M-Mr. Mic gave it t-to me!" Lillian burst out, holding it up proudly. "H-He even sighed it!"

Aizawa didn't say a word, his eyes narrowing. He knew Mic liked Lillian. Apparently she was his "favorite", from what he'd gathered. When Mic decided on something, swaying him was no longer possible. He'd stay stuck on whatever the thought happened to be for... well, ever, from what Aizawa had observed so far. The guy still held onto grudges from his preschool days.

"Jelly sandwich?" Neito asked, code for jealous, as any competent member of Gen-Z would easily be able to pick out.

"Overloaded." Hitoshi grinned back. Aizawa didn't look at them, too busy frowning at the bouncing Lillian, whose eyes shone.

"...He's your favorite hero, right?" He asked. 

"Y-Yes." Lillian nodded. She suddenly looked like she'd struck gold. "W-Will you sign my shirt when y-you're out of your casts?" 

Aizawa blinked at her. "I don't see why not." He seemed to decide after a beat, not feeling sour that Mic was Lillian's favorite hero at all. Why would he be upset about that? Of course he wasn't upset. He wasn't petty.

Lillian stared at him like he'd just hung the moon and stars all by his lonesome, and Hitoshi snorted. "She looks up to Present Mic for his confidence, but you're definitely her favorite teacher, Mr. Aizawa." Neito noted as Lillian bounded for the training field, Hitoshi shooting off after her while telling her she should have left the hoodie in the locker room for safe keeping.

Neito strode past Aizawa not a moment later, deciding not to acknowledge the fact that the man was now grinning widely under his bandages.