People are in the comments theorizing that Lillian and Hitoshi are siblings or related.

They're not. So stop.

Incest is one of the most disgusting things in the world to me. That's my personal opinion, but the day I ever purposely or knowingly put it in a story is the day America as a whole becomes pro-Trump. As in it's never going to happen. So please stop with that theory, because it's not true, and quite frankly disgusting to even think about. Sorry to be a downer y'all, but that's n a s t y. 

Also if you guys check my conversations board and scroll down a few messages you'll see more information about more BNHA stories coming out yeet.

Third person pov

Aizawa was glad the three teenagers didn't stop to scream another Hamilton song. They stopped at the one before appearing from down the hall, armed with a good majority of her room's contents. Lillian was had a backpack on her back and an armful of Present Mic posters and merchandise she'd collected over the years, the jacket her teacher had personally gifted her being one of them.

An odd, strangled choking noise left her throat when she saw her blonde teacher standing there, almost dropping her stuff. Neito and Hitoshi both raised an eyebrow respectively at Aizawa, who shrugged helplessly. He'd called Mic to take the metaphorical emotional wheel. Emotions weren't his forte in general, but crying? Never. He had no idea what to do, but he wasn't about to tell Lillian to suck it up. This wasn't a 'suck it up' situation. 

She didn't even look at June and Hisato, staring at Mic with wide eyes. Mic bounced over happily, grinning widely down at his favorite little listener. Sure, he was pissed as hell and wanted nothing more than to scream at her not-parents until their eardrums burst. But he had to keep things positive! For the little listener! And so he wouldn't be in as much trouble with Shota after this was all over...

"Mic is going to go with you to Shinso's house." Aizawa sighed. "And I'm going to stay here and deal with these two."

"That's right!" Mic giddily took some of the merch in Lillian's arms as she stared at him, eyes full of awe and horror. "It's just me and you three, you guys! Come on! We can even go out for pizza after." 

"So... we're babysitting him, then?" Neito asked as Mic bounced at the door. Lillian rushed to follow, and Hitoshi did the same. Aizawa sighed heavily when he realized the blonde teen was right. He was totally making them babysit what was quite literally a man child. Mic was responsible and juggled three jobs, yes, but he was the most immature adult he'd ever met. It was like he was still in high school.

"Yeah. You are. But at least he'll keep Lillian's mind off... them." He scowled, eyes shifting back to the Faust couple. They didn't look guilty about what they'd done, but looked relieved that Lillian had people with her when she found out. Aizawa hated to think what might happened if Lillian didn't have friends like Hitoshi and Neito. If she didn't have someone she could go stay with and trust. The thought alone made him wince.

"I can sign this all." Mic said as they started down the sidewalk. "All of it. I'll sign it."

"Y-You really d-don't have to, Mr. M-Mic. I really a-appreciate you coming a-and all, but I don't wa-want to be e-even more of a trouble." She stuttered quietly, gripping the straps of her backpack tightly. Hitoshi hoisted the duffel bag he was holding up higher, glancing back as Neito darted out of the house, more bags in tow, along with some of Lillian's blankets. 

"You're never a trouble, little listener. Tell you what, after we drop all this off, we can all go out and get food. On me. Anything you want." Mic grinned down at her. She blinked, taken aback and looking anxious. Hitoshi supposed her being focused on Mic and his overwhelming presence was better than her crying over her kidnappers. 

"I-I don't know..." Lillian trailed off, frowning a little. Mic felt his heart squeeze. He was going to die. Officially, he was going to die. This was the end. She was too cute, and this was too tragic for him to bear. He may as well end himself now before Lillian did with her... well, with herself. All she had to do was exist and he'd explode with adoration and love.

"I'm sure it'll be fun. And you'll get to see Present Mic's killer car." Hitoshi urged. "And ride inside of it." 

"He's not wrong." Mic was all but vibrating with excitement as they approached Hitoshi's house. Neito finally caught up, glaring at Hitoshi who was conveniently looking at the sky while the blonde teen did so. Lillian seemed relieved for the interruption, peering up at him curiously as he fell into step with them, easily hauling half her bedroom alone.

"I raided your bathroom." He pulled something out. "More tampons."

"O-kay, Neito. We're done with that now." Hitoshi swiped the box away and shoved it out of view as Lillian turned red with embarrassment. Mic was literally not fazed in the slightest. The grin on his face didn't change. Lillian still sighed heavily, running a hand down her face. She was a mess. This was a mess! Lillian had never been one for drama, and this? This was next level.

Hitoshi threw the door open when they got there, entering first. Mic bounced in next, followed by Lillian and an exasperated Neito. They stepped in just in time to miss the pair of police cruisers whizzing past and heading towards Lillian's house to learn about the situation and collect Lillian's not-parents.

"Hitoshi, you're home ear...ly..." Her eyes landed on Present Mic, who was holding two armfuls of Present Mic merch, first. Then they landed on the exhausted Lillian, whose eyes were still bloodshot. Next was Neito and her own son, who was elbowing and muttering back and forth, shooting each other glares and raising eyebrows to further their conversation.

"H-Hi, Mrs. Shinso." Lillian sputtered, eyes wide.

"Yeah, hi!" Mic chirped happily.

"Mom, Lillian is staying with us for a little while." Hitoshi said, already nudging Lillian towards the hall so he could explain without her present. She was already thinking too much. "So she's going to go dump her stuff in my room for now! Right, Neito?" 

"Wha- oh, right. That's what we're doing." The blue eyed boy nodded in agreement, begrudgingly taking Hitoshi's share of Lillian's bedroom as well. The teen immediately nodded to Mic, who took this as his cue to put a hand on Lillian's shoulder and lead her down the hall. Hitoshi held his breath as he watched them go, shoulders tense. Mihoko's eyebrows furrowed.

"Hitoshi, what's going on?" She asked quietly as they disappeared down the hallway. She'd seen Lillian just this morning, but the girl had looked like she'd gone through a new kind of hell. Not to mention the fact that Present Mic was here, which had to mean the problem was twice as bad as it was before. Hitoshi also looked exhausted, and extremely worried.

"Lillian went to talk to her parents. Naturally, Neito and I went with her. We also brought Mr. Aizawa for moral support." Hitoshi said, pulling out a picture of the teacher and handing it to his mother. Her eyebrows shot up as she took the photo of her son's favorite hero. Hitoshi didn't give her time to speak. "Right, anyway, Lillian talked to them. We asked some carefully thought out questions and... long story short, Lillian's mother was a teenager when she had her. When Lillian was three, she got sick and her birth mother took her to the hospital. Realizing she couldn't pay the bill, her birth mom left her there."

Mihoko gasped, horrified. Hitoshi wasn't done.

"Lillian's current... parents were there after experiencing another miscarriage. They heard rumors about this cute little kid that had been dropped off and went over to say hello. They... ended up picking her up and just... walking out..." He trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly. Mihoko's jaw dropped, her eyes going. Okay, whoa. Kidnapping? Lillian wasn't adopted, she was kidnapped?! No wonder the poor girl looked so distraught!

"She can stay as long as she needs. We can even drag the spare bed out of the garage." Mihoko offered. Hitoshi looked immensely relieved. "I'm going to go call your father and let him know what's going on."

"Right." Hitoshi nodded in agreement. 

Neito dropped all of Lillian's stuff on the floor, while Mic carefully set his share on the bed. Lillian immediately bent down to scoop up Hitoshi's dear cat, wiping her eyes. What was even going on anymore? Was this just her life now? Living in Hitoshi's bedroom and deriving comfort from his cat, which was named after her homeroom teacher, who would have died if she hadn't frozen him?

As Mic peered around, he came to a striking realization that Lillian now had no legal guardians. Aizawa being her homeroom teacher in the heroics course, and being the one to be there and deal with the legal matters... that sneaky bastard!

"Custody." Mic gasped, grasping Lillian's shoulders. The girl blinked up at him with wide eyes. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

And with that he took off, scrambling to exit the room while screaming something about wanting 'co-parenting rights' or something of that sort. Lillian was too tired to process, and Neito honestly could care less. The dark-haired girl looked up at Neito.

"Can I borrow your phone?" She asked, blinking. He blinked back.

"What happened to yours?" He asked, already taking his out anyway and handing it to her. She offered a smile as she took it, taking a deep breath. She'd do this and then take a nap. It would be great!

"Mine is fine." She assured him, unlocking it. "Do you remember that phone number?"

Realization flashed upon his face. A shit-eating grin stretched across Lillian's face, and Neito's expression mimicked hers, mischief in their eyes. Snickering with one another, they sat down on his floor and huddled together, getting ready to set their plan in motion. First... there was an app they needed to download.

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Kaminari was having a nice, relaxing day when his phone dinged.

He barely managed to pull his attention away from the TV. Next to him, his little sister loudly slurped her drink, her feet barely hanging over the edge of the couch. He was careful to keep his phone away form her as he unlocked it. She had a tendency to accidentally short-circuit anything electric without meaning to. 

It was a text message from an unknown number. He unlocked his phone curiously, opening it up and expecting it to be one of his classmates whom he hadn't swapped numbers with yet. What he saw nearly made him drop his cell in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. His heart rate increased by a tenfold. All it was was an image, but he knew who was behind it. He knew. 

His phone dinged again, and he flinched as a text message popped up beneath the terrifying photo.

Unknown Number:
He's always watching, Kaminari.

He held his breath when he saw three white dots appear underneath the shiver-inducing picture. They were typing.

Unknown Number:
Check your front porch.

He felt his heart pound in his ears as he slowly and wearily pushed off the couch. His sister didn't even look his way as he carefully inched towards the front door. She had no idea the danger they were in. She didn't know the threat. Why him? Why not Kirishima, or Sero? He should have known the moment he saw Lillian that she was a hazard. It was always the quiet ones! Every time! 

He felt like he was being suffocated as he reached for the doorknob, half expecting it to explode upon contact. He held his breath as his fingers made contact, but nothing happened. He waited a moment, listening carefully. The TV in the living room suddenly seemed like such a distant sound. The silence of the entry way buzzed around him as he carefully undid the lock. Everything in him screamed at him to turn tail and run. To sit back down on the couch like nothing ever happened.

Despite that, he pulled open the door carefully anyway, peeking outside. Nobody was there. He took a few deep breaths. He was okay. This was okay! Kaminari urged himself to calm down as his gaze lowered. He felt his heart stop completely, his eyes going wide at what he saw.

Sitting there on his welcome mat, clearly still cold, was a can of Cranberry Sprite. 

He couldn't withhold his scream.

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"Uber eats?" Hitoshi asked as he peered down at the texts. Neito and Lillian hadn't stopped giggling. He was glad to see her smiling and calm. He had no idea where Mic had gone off to. He'd rushed past him and his mother in an absolute panic, sputtering out curses as he threw the front door open and bolted out.

"Uber eats." The pair confirmed, high-fiving.