I wrote like half of this on my phone so if typos suddenly start to appear,,, that's why

Third person pov

Using Hitoshi's phone, she shot her dad a text to let him know that she was completely fine and would be home tomorrow. There was no way she could go back tonight without losing it all over again. She just needed some time to process, and then she'd be just fine. It wasn't that big a deal, right? Pft, it was just adoption. Totally fine. It's not like she felt like she'd been living a lie or anything. And sudden feelings of abandonment, Lillian thought, were certainly irrational on her part.

"This just means you get to embark on an epic quest to find your birth parents." Neito noted as he tossed his overnight bag onto the bed next to where Lillian and Hitoshi were wedged together. He plopped down on the other side of the freckled girl, throwing an arm over her shoulder. "You could be royalty and you don't even know it."

"Oh please, she's already royalty." Hitoshi nudged Lillian lightly, passing her the phone so Neito could see as well. The girl snorted at him, wiping at her eyes again. She wasn't really crying anymore, but a few tears would occasionally slip out without her meaning them to. Once she started and got going, it was pretty hard to stop. Hitoshi and Neito didn't seem to mind, and she was glad for that.

"Maybe you're the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, and they gave you up to protect you." Neito suggested, leaning against the wall and letting him sink against his friend. Lillian shifted, finding she quite liked the security that came with being sandwiched between her two friends. She took a deep breath.

"Or maybe her parents were great heroes who died bravely in battle." Hitoshi ventured boldly, grinning when Lillian snickered at him and his exaggerated, valiant tone.

"Or they were just normal people." Lillian supposed.

"Normal people who were secret agents on the side." Hitoshi butted in. Neito scoffed.

"You're thinking too small." He insisted. "Maybe the Emperor of Japan had an affair—"

"Him?!" Lillian choked. "God, I hope not."

"Wow, you have literally no chill. If I ever meet him, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to tell him you said that." Hitoshi said with clear conviction present in his voice. Lillian elbowed him in the ribs as best she could, rolling her eyes on a playful manner.

"I don't care that you broke your elbow." Lillian shot back with zero hesitation.

"Whoa, okay. Calm down you two. No need to take things that far." Neito chastised. "I don't need this group falling apart because of a few low blows. As the glue that holds our small nation of three together, there's only so much I can do—"

"Wait, you're the glue? Then what am I?" Hitoshi sounded affronted. Lillian tried not to laugh. She was lucky to have such good friends. She didn't think there was anything in the world she'd trade these two for.

"You're the crippled economy or something." Neito waved a hand. Hitoshi stared at him. "Hey, don't give me that look. You're the most depressing one here. Your eye bags scream 2008 angst. At least I stay depressed in style."

"You sound like Aoyama. I heard him say he hides his crippling depression with copious amounts of sparkle yesterday." Lillian recalled. Neito's mouth snapped shut. What was wrong with Class 1-A? As far as he could tell, Lillian was the only one in that damned class worth his two cents. He'd never tell her that, because he'd stab himself in the face before ever knowingly doing something that could upset her. That is, if Hitoshi didn't stab him first.

"Well, I don't hide mine with glitter, but it sounds effective." Hitoshi shrugged. Eraserhead, or Erasercat as Neito had begun to call him, hopped onto the bed. They all immediately zeroed in on him. Lillian wondered if Mr. Aizawa liked cats or not. He seemed like the type, but she wouldn't dare assume.

They watched some Vines, and cruised through some Instagram meme pages, on the prowl for anything juicy they could scare Kaminari with. He'd be on edge after the whole Cranberry Sprite thing, so they'd have to wait a little while before making their next move. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. All it meant was they had more time to plan their next attack.

Lillian and Hitoshi fell asleep around the same time. Lillian slumped forward slightly, half on Monoma, and half on Hitoshi. The purple haired boy was using her shoulder as a pillow, his body slumped at an odd angle that looked reasonably uncomfortable. Both were leaning in Neito's direction, which meant there was no fucking way the blonde was getting up anytime soon.

He turned off Hitoshi's phone, glancing at his two friends and smiling a little. It was weird to think that they... hadn't really known each other all that long. It felt like he'd been friends with them years. It was...  rare, to find people like that. People you clicked with and immediately gave a shit about.

They all slept soundly, Lillian shifting almost all the way into Neito's lap, and Hitoshi latching onto her and nearly crushing her with his weight. Lillian was too exhausted from crying to wake up and suffocate. Dying was overrated, anyway. If she'd survived a Nomu, she could survive Hitoshi and his baby fat.

Mihoko tracked down some old work out clothes. It took some digging, but she didn't want Lillian to have to go back to her house before she felt ready to, and she knew they'd never skip out on training with Mr. Aizawa. Finding out you were adopted when your parents had given no hints to allude to it had to be a shock. Mihoko couldn't even begin to imagine. She didn't think she wanted to imagine.

Hitoshi and Neito's phones both screamed out contrasting alarms around six in the morning. Neito's was, for some reason, Chop Suey by System Of A Down. Hitoshi's was a All Star by Smash Mouth. The three teenagers immediately groaned as the two clashed with one another, creating a horrifyingly jumbled feel of chaos as they scrambled to untangle themselves from one another and stop the noise.

Neito stumbled off to the bathroom first. None of them were going to bother showering before their workout with Mr. Aizawa, because they'd only need another one afterwards anyway. Hitoshi shuffled off with a bundle of clothes to go change in his parent's bathroom, yawning and grumbling the whole way. That left Lillian with Erasercat and the clothes Mihoko had kindly found for her.

The shorts were a little loose, but she was able to fix that by nearly choking her hips out with the drawstrings. The shirt was also a bit big, but that wasn't really an issue. She'd have to remember to thank Mihoko alter, and kiss the very ground she walked on. The woman was a saint. She'd already don't so much for Lillian, and what had Lillian done in return? Cried. She'd cried a lot.

She could worry about that later. Now, as she and her two friends walked towards UA high, she found herself pondering on just how she was going to face her parents. She felt totally drained, and she hadn't even started running around the track yet. Today would definitely be a pain. For the sports festival, and her friends, she'd do it. But this... was going to suck.

Aizawa hadn't really wanted to get up that morning either, but Recovery Girl had called him up to the school anyway. She was overseeing his treatment, and today he went from casts to bandages and a couple slings. Not ideal, but he'd be able to write again so long as he didn't push it. His hands were fine now—it was his arms and right elbow that he needed to keep an eye on.

So he got up and he went, half for the brat's, and half for himself. He got his casts taken off and his arms set into slings. They were more convenient than the bulky casts, at least, so that was something. His recovery was still going painfully slow. He knew it could be worse, without Recovery Girl's help, but that didn't change the fact that it was still grueling. He was going to get out of shape at this rate, and getting back into it would be even more of a bother. This whole thing... was just a giant mess.

Lillian, Shinso, and Monoma all slunk up like they'd arrived at their execution. Aizawa raised a brow when he realized that not only were there bags under Hitoshi's eyes, but under Lillian and Neito's as well. The freckled girl seemed to be the deadest one of the bunch. She looked like she'd been put through the wringer. She drug her feet as though all the energy had been sapped out of her, and her eyes, while still bright with the excitement she seemed to feel upon arriving to training, seemed exhausted and sad.

"Me. Aizawa!" She brightened a little. "Y-Your casts are gone!"

He looked done, having momentarily forgotten. "Ah, yeah. Recovery Girl called me in this morning and switched me to slings." He relayed.

"That's good. It's got to feel a whole lot better than before then, right?" Hitoshi raised a brow. Aizawa nodded. It definitely did feel good. Sort of like taking your socks off after a long day, or lying down after a rough patrol.

"Yeah, I guess so." Aizawa grumbled, eyes shifting back to Lillian. "What's up with you? You look like you didn't sleep?"

Lillian froze, back going straight. Neito and Hitoshi shared a look. How they could communicate through gaze alone, Aizawa hadn't a clue. He didn't particularly care either. What he did care about, begrudgingly, was the health of his students, even if it was the weekend and he wasn't obligated to.

"Wait, you said Recovery Girl was here?" Neito asked suddenly. A look of realization fell upon Lillian's face, and she looked a little sadder if possible. Hitoshi patted her back in a comforting manner. Well, as comforting as someone as emotionally detached as Hitoshi could really get, anyway. Aizawa frowned. There was something he didn't know, and he found he didn't like that.

"What are you three hiding?" Aizawa hoped it wasn't illegal.

"O-Oh, I just need t-to change some of the information sh-she has." Lillian suddenly frowned, looking to her two friends. "What do I change it to?"

Neito and Hitoshi stared at her. She stared back. There was silence.

"Alright, what's going on?" Aizawa sighed. Was Lillian dying from cancer or something? He hoped not. Or maybe it was something else... he wondered if he should contact her parents. Did they need help with any bills? He was sure the school could provide some sort of aid. After all, Lillian was a hero-course student. UA was renowned for producing the best of the best, and they'd do anything you ensure that.

"I-I... Uh, I-I'm adopted, and my m-mom and dad... D-Didn't tell me, or the s-school." Lillian admitted, sniffling a bit. Aizawa froze as he gazed down at her.

Oh.

"Yeah, so some of the possible allergies and such aren't right. We were just going to clue Recovery Girl in." Neito butted in before Lillian could break down again, because nobody needed that. Aizawa cleared his throat, prying his eyes from Lillian. She was adopted? He hadn't seen that coming, but then again, he'd never met her parents. Poor kid. He would hug her if he was that type of guy, but he wasn't.

"Let's make it fast." He told them. Lillian looked up, blinking at him. "I can't let you wander the campus alone. Come on. We don't want this cutting into our training time."

"You heard the man." Neito clapped Lillian on the shoulder, reaching up and doing the same to Hitoshi. "Race yah."

"Wait, what?" Hitoshi blanched as Neito took off, a laughing Lillian darting after him. The purple haired boy threw his hands in the air. "Dammit!"

Aizawa watched them go with a hint of an amused smile on his face, and he was suddenly glad Lillian was friends with Neito Monoma and Hitoshi Shinso, even if they were a little irrational at times.

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If I was gonna write another BNHA fic,,, who would make a good love interest? Like, who should it be about, I mean.