Wow a long chapter with feelings? Yipee

No seriously. Excusing this note, this chapter is exactly 5001 words. What the hell-

Third person pov

The talk with Recovery Girl was unbearably awkward. The amount of things they had to scrap made even Aizawa want to cringe. To say the school's resident nurse wasn't happy was an understatement. She had begun to rant about blood tests, and about how she could have accidentally killed Lillian who could have explosive blood, like Bakugo, or an igniter, like Iida.

Training was worse. It was pretty clear Lillian was completely drained, and both Neito and Hitoshi weren't far behind. Aizawa would never admit it, but he'd purposely kept it light today. It was mostly just stretching, and some more simple quirk use. Hitoshi and Neito took turns hypnotizing one another, which was about as odd to witness as it sounds.

Lillian's side effects were heightened. With her distress on the rise, it made sense. Her eyes were bloodshot after just five minutes of keeping their usual ball suspended in the air. She wasn't even looping around the track, either. All she did was sit and stare at it, sometimes reaching up to rub her eyes. It was pretty clear they were beginning to bother her. They'd have to go back to Recovery girl about that.

Lillian was afraid to face her parents. More afraid than she had been telling them about her quirk. Now that she knew, what would they think? Would they look at her or treat her differently? She prayed they still wanted her, and not a daughter who... didn't know she was adopted. It changed a lot, but it also didn't. Her parents were her parents, and they'd raised her. 

She really didn't know, and that bothered her. She was alright with not knowing what was ahead. She could deal with it most of the time. Living in a quirk filled world, surprises were inevitable, and having knowledge of everything that was to come would be more terrifying than not. It was better not to see it all coming right at you, in Lillian's opinion. But this was... this was different. It felt more terrifying and more dangerous than any threat.

"We'll go with you." Neito offered as they sat under a tree. Aizawa was sitting in his lawn chair a few feet away. He'd glared at them in an attempt to make them re-hydrate elsewhere, but they hadn't budged. "It'll be great! Mr. Aizawa will come with us for support! Your parents try anything, he can kick them in the shins while we run."

"I'll be doing nothing of the sort." Aizawa butted in, but he was ignored. He rolled his eyes.

"There's no way your parents would disown you with your crippled homeroom teacher in the room." Hitoshi comforted, patting her back. Lillian frowned a little, reaching up and rubbing at her eyes again. They were incredibly itchy, and she didn't know why. Had they been itchy at the USJ? She'd been crying so much she hadn't noticed. She had been coughing up blood and suffering severe stomach and chest pains at the time.

"Crippled?" Aizawa muttered to himself. He was secretly a little pleased that they thought having him there would be reassuring. I mean, anyone would be, of course. That was every teacher's goal! To be a comfort and grounding source of protection. That didn't mean Aizawa particularly wanted to sit as Lillian's parents sputtered out excuses and/or explanations.

"We can be the official Lillian Protection Squad." Neito did jazz hands. Lillian was clearly not sold on the idea.

"I think I heard Present Mic singing somewhere in the building. We can get him to join in on it. He adores you or something, right?" Hitoshi was already standing up to retrieve the blonde, much to Lillian and Aizawa's absolute horror. Mic? Lillian loved him, but did she want him there when she confronted her parents for the first time after confirming that she was indeed adopted. Uh, no. Not really.

"Th-That's really f-fine, Hitoshi!" She laughed nervously. 

"Yeah, I'm sure the kid's fine with the support she has." Aizawa knew that if Mic got roped into going, he'd have to go too to ensure the blonde didn't severely offend someone. Or worse, try re-adopting Lillian from them. He'd be all over the idea of taking her in if he ever could, and Aizawa knew that. The only issue was that trying to taken people's kids from them, adopted or not, was wrong.

"I'm sure Mic would love to join the Protection Squad." Neito said, as though that were supposed to be comforting. Hitoshi hadn't sat back down, which was worrying to say the least. Lillian felt her anxiety spike. She loved Present Mic with a burning, fangirl passion, of course. She'd been his fan for years! Now having him sit in on her parental confrontation... hah... hah hah...

Hah.

"But would it be a good idea to bring him in on something so sensitive?" Aizawa asked before realizing that he was a teacher. "Ah, wait. I forbid you from going into the school."

"What? Cheap move, Mr. Aizawa." Hitoshi crossed his arms like a pouting child, and Neito groaned loudly as though in pain. Aizawa snorted lightly to himself, eyes shifting to Lillian. She'd pulled her hair from its ponytail, leaving her tangled hair to hang down in a complete nest. Her eyes were bloodshot from quirk use, and the bags under her eyes were darker than Hitoshi's were on a daily basis. She actually kind of... looked like him a bit. 

He brushed the thought away almost completely, snorting again with amusement. Yeah, anyone who hadn't slept, had messy hair, and bloodshot eyes would resemble him. Relatively speaking, he was a pretty plain guy. His eyes weren't gold like Hizashi's, and he didn't have an under bite like Vlad King. He was... just some guy, he guessed. 

"Fine, we won't bring Mic." Neito stood up, holding a hand out to Lillian. "Hitoshi and I will go with you."

"A-Are you s-"

"And Mr. Aizawa."

The man didn't make any movements. He just stared. Did they really think he was about to intrude into Lillian's private life? It wasn't his place. He was just her teacher: nothing more. She'd saved his life, and that was about as close as they got. He didn't hold a special place otherwise. He was just Shota Aizawa, also known as Eraserhead. There was no way he'd ever barge in uninvited. It wasn't like him.

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"I'm telling you, Lillian gave me this." Kaminari had managed to get Mina and Sero to meet up with him this weekend. He'd told them everything. He'd explained the dabbing in vivid detail, and anything else that had seemed even relatively suspicious! He'd even saved the can and its contents. The note and can sat before him, both of them clear threats.

"I don't know man. I've never really talked to her, but she doesn't seem like the type." Sero scratched the back of his neck. From what he'd seen, Lillian was more on the timid side. She was one of those cutesy shy girls who had no self-esteem and would start crying at the drop of a hat. Like Midoriya, but with a vagina and more negative emotion.

"She's not." Mina sighed heavily. "We went over this, Kaminari! She didn't write the note. She isn't like that. She's way too sweet and innocent."

"That's what she wants you to think!" Kaminari all but screamed, his eyes wide as he slammed his hands down on the table. The can of flat Cranberry Sprite almost tipped. Both Mina and Sero jumped slightly in surprise at the outburst, sharing a glance. It was pretty clear Kaminari hadn't slept the night prior, and his hair was a mess.

"Dude... calm down, really." Sero tried to soothe. 

"Yeah, it's just Lillian. She's like, the nicest girl in class! I'll bring you over to really talk to her Monday, okay? You'll see. Maybe she'll even eat lunch with us!" Mina gave a bright and encouraging smile. Kaminari could only stare at her and Sero in absolute horror as he realized two things.

One, they didn't believe him.

And two... he wasn't sure they ever would.

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He was barging in uninvited and intruding on Lillian's private life.

"Hello... Neito, Hitoshi... Mr. Aizawa..." Lillian's mother June forced a smile, her eyes rimmed red. Aizawa didn't say a word, awkwardly crammed on a couch full of teenagers. Lillian was jammed between him and Hitoshi, and Neito was crammed between the arm and the purple haired boy. It wasn't the most comfortable, but once Aizawa had sat down, Lillian had scrambled to follow, and the two idiots had done the same.

Lillian didn't want to do this. She kept rolling the facts around in her head, trying to make sense of it all. Why hadn't they told her, or the school nurse... it made no sense. She knew they loved her dearly. She knew they cared. And yet they hadn't talked to her or anyone else about the possibility of a quirk, and they hadn't told Recovery Girl or the school about any of it. Why... Why didn't the school know? UA was a hero school. Everything there was full disclosure.

"We're here for emotional support in this trying time." Neito said formally. 

"I brought a picture of Mr. Aizawa for you, because you can't actually see his face." Hitoshi whipped out a photo from god knows where, offering it to June. The woman hesitated as she took it, glancing at the bandaged man and her daughter. Lillian had been staring at her lap for ages now, refusing to look at her mother or father, who seemed to be trying to find words.

Lillian didn't know what to say. All morning, she'd been trying out phrases in her head. Entire rants. Some were angry, and some were understanding. Others blasted out her feelings, while a few were simply short and to the point. She didn't had no idea... she was glad Hitoshi and Neito were here. She was glad Mr. Aizawa was here. All three of them felt safe.

"We've prepared a few questions for you." Neito said formally. "Because Lillian is too emotionally impaired to talk in this situation."

"No offense." Hitoshi added quickly to the girl.

"R-Right." June blinked as Neito pulled out a notepad. Aizawa raised a brow. When had they written those down? How long had they been planning this? Neito had announced it as though it was some sort of spur of the moment thing, but if that was the case, why'd they have a barrage of questions and a photo of him prepared? Where did they even get a photo of him? He certainly hadn't shown up to take one for the website.

Lillian took a few deep breaths. She didn't have to say a word if she didn't want to. Hitoshi and Neito had this handled, and if she wanted to simply sit back, they were going to let her. Of course they were. They were too good for her, honestly. And Mr. Aizawa hadn't said a word, but he'd come with them. She knew the type of person he was. Time was precious to him, and he didn't like people. Yet he'd come along anyway...

"First, we have to ask why you didn't tell anyone. Including the school nurse, who could have harmed Lillian by having the wrong information." Hitoshi folded his hands into his lap as though conducting an interview. Aizawa had to commend them for their calm, level-headed exteriors. 

Aizawa really wasn't sure what he was doing here anymore. June and Hisato kept eyeing him like he was going to rip their throats out with his bear teeth at any moment. He did look rather intimidating, with only his eyes showing. He was also... maybe a little mad on his student's behalf. She was clearly distraught over this whole thing! As a teacher, why wouldn't he be upset or her?

"W-We... We weren't going to tell her... you, Lillian. We were never going to say..." June cleared her throat. Lillian's head snapped up, her eyes wide with surprise at the admission. Aizawa felt his jaw clench at the admission. They really hadn't planned on letting her or anyone else know? Had they even tried looking into what allergies she might have, or what mutations her body might possess? Her quirk was powerful enough that there was bound to be a few.

They weren't going to tell her? But... why? It genuinely made no sense in her mind why they'd never tell her or anyone else. It wasn't clicking in her brain. Of course it wasn't! 

"Y...You're our baby girl. The moment we saw you, we knew that you were ours. Ever since then... we haven't brought it up with one another. We... W-We, in a way, pretended you weren't... adopted." Hisato spoke up, his voice sounding weak. Lillian looked mortified by his words, and Neito and Hitoshi, angered. Aizawa also felt his eyes narrow. What did that mean? They didn't like that she wasn't there's, or something? They just thought it was better to pretend she'd always been there rather than facing up to the responsibilities that came with adopting a child?

Lillian frowned. That... didn't make sense. Why go through the trouble of adopting a child only to pretend you never had? She didn't know the full process, but she knew it wasn't easy. It was something you fought for. It wasn't something you just forgot. It was something... well, Lillian would think they'd take pride in being able to get her, maybe. But they hadn't. They were just going to pretend it didn't happen.

Lillian looked back on her life for clues. They'd really given no hints, and neither had the rest of the family. Did they know she was adopted? Some of them had to, of course. They'd simply given no indication... if UA didn't know she was adopted, her elementary and middle schools hadn't either. How could they? They were so small... her parents had always enrolled her in small schools. Why was that, anyway? There were bigger and better ones closer. Was it to hide the fact that she was adopted?

Did they not want it brought up? Were they ashamed they had to adopt? It didn't... make sense.

"Do you know who her parents are?" Neito asked boldly, and Lillian flinched, looking down again and clamping her mouth shut. Hitoshi put a hand on her shoulder, scooting closer, and thus shoving her into Aizawa. The man's arm twitched. Did he pat her head? Say something?

"Your birth mother was... a teenager when she had you, from what we know. W-We don't know her name, but the story was she got drunk at a party in high school and... she gave raising you her best shot, but you got sick and she realized she couldn't... sh-she left you at the hospital. We were there... I-I'd had a miscarriage."

"The nurses had been talking all about you. Doting over you, and discussing what your birth mother had done..." Hisato trailed off.

They'd heard about her at a hospital, from a couple of gossiping nurses? That... didn't seem right to Aizawa. While entirely possible, it just didn't seem like something that just... happened. Who heard about a baby some distraught teenager had ditched and just decided to adopt it? 

"S...So you adopted me? B-But why the medical records? Why doesn't the school... th-they would know, right? I-It's in the papers you s-submitted..." Lillian trailed off. Hitoshi and Neito were silent, letting her take the wheel. The freckled girl's hands tightened around her shorts, her eyes going wide. No... no, that wasn't right. None of this fit! There was... there was so much paperwork involved with adopting. So many routines... things you had to do...

"Lillian..." June trailed off, tears in her eyes.

"What's my name?" Lillian whispered, looking up. "M-Mom, what's my name?"

"We're not... we don't..." Hisato also tried, looking conflicted. Lillian swiped her forearm across her eyes as she bolted to her feet, her fists clenched tightly. She was shaking. She'd somehow put something together with the information they had that they weren't able to. Clearly, she wasn't happy about it. Aizawa frowned, looking to Hitoshi and Neito. They looked horrified. They had more information than he did, but...

How could they not know her name before? Lillian knew she hadn't come with the name 'Lillian'. It was the name of her mother's great grandma, so of course it wasn't her birth name. Why didn't her parents know her original name? Why didn't UA have any papers? Why was she enrolled in only the smallest schools? Why... hadn't they brought any of this up, with anyone?!

"I'm packing a bag." Lillian's voice shook violently. She was very clearly on the verge of a panic attack. "I-I'll stay with Hitoshi... o-or Neito, or Mr. Aizawa if I have to."

"L-Lillian, honey, I promise we-" June reached out, but Lillian jerked away, turning to face her mother. Aizawa flinched at the look of enraged pain on her face. She was pissed off. But why? Hitoshi and Neito were doing that thing where they communicated with their eyes again. He stayed silent. He'd intervene if needed, but he wouldn't get himself into hot water. 

"Don't... don't touch me." Lillian whispered, tears welling up in her eyes as she clenched her teeth. The looks on her parents faces... god, it was so obvious! They hadn't given UA any information on her because they didn't have any. There weren't any adoption records to give! No medical ones! No nothing! Why else wouldn't they have told anyone? Why wouldn't they have... just said something?!

They hadn't wanted her to risk telling someone she was adopted. They put her in small schools. They hadn't been all that shocked when her quirk came in at all! No wonder... No wonder they hadn't wanted to tell her. God, she understood now. It all made sense now! And they weren't even trying to hide it! They just watched as she broke down. As she figured it all out. Did they want her to figure it out? Is that what this was?

"God... you..." Lillian shook her head, covering her mouth. She turned towards her teacher. "I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Aizawa. That you... I-I'm going to go pack a bag." 

Of course she was apologizing to him. Why wouldn't be worried about the fact that he'd gotten dragged into something deeper than any of them realized? She was Lillian, and that's who she was. It just... made Aizawa mad. Not at her, but at June and Hisato Faust. Just what had these two done? They seemed like the average family, but there was something else. Something that seemed to have clicked in Lillian's mind, and in Neito and Hitoshi's. They were both staring at her parents like they'd just done something heinous.

Hisato stood up and moved before Lillian could dart past, reaching out almost out of reflex. Aizawa was out of his seat in a second, as were Neito and Hitoshi. Lillian stumbled back from him and June as the woman stood to join him. They had tears in their eyes, looking heavily conflicted. They kept glancing at Aizawa.

They were scared.

"Move." Lillian demanded tearfully, gazing up at them. "P-Please just... d-d-don't..."

"Lillian, we love you. You're our daughter, and you always will be." Hisato whispered. June nodded, her tears beginning to fall. Aizawa stepped forward a little, eyes shifting between the man and woman.

"I'm not your daughter though, am I?!" Her voice rose both in pitch and volume, cracking at the end as she glared at them accusingly, but somehow without malice. "You didn't adopt me. God, no wonder you didn't want to tell anyone! You never adopted me, mom, dad! You kidnapped me, didn't you?! You just picked me up and walked out of that hospital!" 

Hisato and June flinched and looked away guiltily, and Aizawa sucked in a sharp breath of air. Yep. It was time for him to interject.

He took a step forward, an arm slipping fluidly from his sling. He let his hand rest on Lillian's shoulder, rage of his own simmering beneath the surface of his outer calm. Hitoshi and Neito were dead silent, but if their glares were anything to go by, they were about as happy as Lillian was about this. Aizawa didn't blame them. He was suddenly glad he'd come. This was an actual, legal matter. Something three teenagers didn't need to deal with.

"I suggest you move and let my student gather her things." Aizawa said coolly. "Unless you'd like me to call the authorities, that is." 

"Lillian, please." Hisato begged, dropping down into a crouch so he could be more level with her. Lillian gazed nervously. How could she not be nervous? She... had no idea what to do. This was so much worse than just being adopted! God, she regretted coming here. She regretted ever digging deeper for the baby photos she didn't have. She... regretted it all. "We love you. You're our little girl! There hasn't been a day when we haven't seen you as ours."

"That isn't... Th-That isn't the problem." Lillian's tears began to fall as she stared at her parents, heartbroken. She couldn't help but be. These were her parents, weren't they? They had raised her and loved her... but they'd stolen her. They'd just carried her out. Like shoplifting. Like she wasn't a living being. Like she didn't have family. "You just picked me up and... you took me! You stole me! I'm not yours, and I never... I-I never technically was! What if... What if my mother had changed her mind and come back?!"

"Lillian." Aizawa squeezed her shoulder a little, and she sucked in a sharp breath of air, halting. "Go get your things. I'll deal with them, alright, kid? You don't... need to be dealing with this."

June and Hisato parted without a word. Neito and Hitoshi rushed to followed, not making eye contact with Lillian's parents as they did so. Aizawa heard them immediately begin to reassure her. They probably hadn't been expecting this. By the look on Lillian's face, she hadn't either. God... first the USJ, and now this shit? The poor kid.

Aizawa put his arm back in its sling, glaring flatly. He wasn't supposed to use his quirk for another few weeks, but he felt his eyes begin to glow anyway, his hair raising. It was pointless. They didn't have quirks, and even if they did, they seemed so resigned that he doubted they ever would have used them to retaliate.

"I hope you realize that you'll be reported to the authorities. And you certainly won't be retaining custody of Lillian." Aizawa said flatly. June flinched, looking down. Hisato gazed bravely at the dark-haired teacher.

"We know, Mr. Aizawa." He tightened an arm around his wife. "With all due respect... we knew this was coming. We know what's going to happen to us, and we aren't going to run. When we... first saw Lillian, my wife had lost her twelfth baby. We were heart broken and... there she was. With big blue eyes, and black hair, and the cutest freckles. It was like she was already ours. A-And we just... we went over to say hello..."

"Why not adopt her traditionally? She would have gone into the system, regardless of whether or not her mother returned." Aizawa frowned.

"We'd been trying to adopt. Both of us being quirkless, we weren't really seen as... fit. It had been months and we hadn't even gained foster parent status yet." June gave a teary laugh. "We promised each other that we would never deny Lillian the truth if she figured it out somehow, but we also agreed not to bring it up. To just... be parents for a while."

"We can't do that anymore so... take care of her, Mr. Aizawa." Hisato requested, smiling sadly. "For as long as you're her teacher, you take care of her."

Aizawa understood. He was pissed, but he got it. He felt horrible for Lillian, of course. His poor student had almost died, had been forced to save his life from that damn Nomu, and then had found out she was adopted. But no, it didn't stop there. She wasn't just adopted. She was straight up kidnapped.

"Of course." He answered curtly, his frown deepening.

He glanced at the hall Lillian had disappeared down, sighing heavily and pulling out his phone. He'd said he wasn't going to do it! He said he wouldn't involve him!

But fuck it, he was calling Mic.

Lillian packed her things the best she could. Neito and Hitoshi were doing the best they could to grab literally anything and everything they saw. They knew getting it all was pretty much impossible, but they could try. 

"You can stay with me as long as you want." Hitoshi assured her quietly as her tears fell. She was shaking all over because... holy shit, she wasn't just adopted. They'd picked her up, a child that was no there's, without knowing anything about her, and they'd just... left. With her with them. They'd kidnapped her from a hospital! Who did that?! Why would they do that?! 

"We're here for you, Lillian." Neito said, pulling some sweaters off their hangers. He tossed the hoodie Hitoshi had given to her at the purple haired boy, who offered it to Lillian. She took it almost robotically, her eyes trained on her bed and her lips pressed together. She was just... thinking, she guessed. She wasn't their kid. She as someone else's.

Had the police looked for her? Was she a missing persons? This was all so dumb. She almost wished she'd just stayed quirkless and shy, but she also didn't. Because now she knew the truth, and now she had friends. It would be okay, right? Her parents... could she call them that? It didn't matter. They'd done something wrong in taking her from that hospital, but she couldn't let it drag her down completely. She just... couldn't. It was a sink or swim situation.

She took a deep breath. She was not drowning here. "You say... the price of my love's not a price that you're willing to pay."

Neito and Hitoshi looked stunned, Neito almost dropping the box of tampons he'd been preparing to stuff into the duffel bag he was holding. The two boys shared a look as Lillian pulled the UA hoodie Hitoshi had given her under her head, taking a deep breath and wiping her tears. Neito cleared his throat.

"You cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by." The blonde recited clearly. Lillian's expression lit up slightly as she shoved some more clothes in her bag. Hitoshi rolled his shoulders.

"Why so sad? Remember we made an arrangement when you went away." Hitoshi offered a grin. Neito returned it, and Lillian donned a small smile of her own, sniffling. She could cry later, right? So she was kidnapped. Okay, so they'd deal with it, and it would be fine! It... It had already happen. She couldn't change it.

"Now you're making me mad." Lillian zipped up her backpack. "Remember, despite our estrangement, I'm your man."

"You'll be back, soon you'll see." Neito sung dramatically, spinning around with flare only he could really possess. Who cared if he looked like an idiot? Seeing Lillian horrified by his dance moves was better than her being horrified over her parents being her kidnappers.

"You'll remember you belong to me." Hitoshi winked at Lillian, who rolled her eyes.

"You'll be back, time will tell!" Lillian tossed her bag onto the ground and moved to her dresser. She was okay. This was okay. She was just packing to have a really, really long sleepover with Hitoshi. It would all be fine. It would be great, even! Dandy!

"You'll remember that I served you well!" Neito resumed shoving the tampons into the duffel bag.

Hitoshi took a deep breath. "OCEANS RISE!" He practically screamed. Top of his lungs screeching. Lillian and Neito were both blown away for a moment, gaping at him before quickly returning it.

"EMPIRES FALL!" They shouted back.

And so began their absolute screaming. They were packing for Lillian, who had been kidnapped as a baby. She was probably never going to come back and live here again, so this was almost like a final goodbye. She'd just gotten some earth-shattering news. She was devastated. But she and her two friends were shoving her clothes into bags and shrieking the lyrics to a song sung by King George The Third, from Hamilton, of course. Why? Lillian didn't know but... it made her feel better.

Mic arrived minutes after being texted, slamming open the door. He was out of breath from sprinting, looking absolutely heartbroken by what he'd heard on the phone, and opened his mouth to scream at the alleged kidnappers but...

"Shh." Aizawa muttered, glancing at the hallway. June and Hisato Faust were sitting side by side on the couch, crying. But... smiling, too. They seemed almost relieved. What about, Mic didn't know. Or not until he heard it. His hearing wasn't as good as it used to be these days, so he had to strain to hear it, but it was definitely there.

"You'll be back, like before!" A chorus of voices shrieked at the top of their lungs. It was muffled, and the walls here clearly an insulation. Mic blinked rapidly. Huh, well he had expected a lot more tears honestly. Aizawa seldom ever called him. Especially not for help of all things. When he heard his favorite little listener was involved, he couldn't help but drop literally everything and rush over!

"She just found out she was kidnapped, and she's screaming Hamilton lyrics?" It was an odd way of coping, Mic would admit. He wasn't about to judge her.

"I... yeah." Aizawa snorted, lips stretching into a smile. "No shit."

Mic cracked a grin of his own, shaking his head. "I love that kid." He sighed happily. Then, he seemed to remember something, pulling out his phone. The screen was dark. Aizawa raised a brow. "Oh, and I know you said not to under literally any circumstances, but I called the police!"

"God dammit, Mic." Aizawa sighed heavily, hanging his head. "Just... god dammit."