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Third person pov

Lillian had noticed a glaring problem that was presenting in herself. As a hero, she'd inevitably have to deal with the press at times. She didn't have the right power to be an underground hero. Sure, she could be. But her power was better used during the day when she could see better, and to stop large fights, collapsing buildings, and such of the like. There wasn't a chance for her to duck into the shadows, and while she'd realized that... she hadn't quite realized how much of an issue that was going to be. Or rather, her anxiety was going to be.

She was the second place winner of UA's national Sports Festival. As in, the press was going to want to talk to her and her friends. Of the two of them, her quirk was outwardly the strongest. Hitoshi's was powerful too and Neito's of course had the potential to be depending on the circumstances, but she'd frozen two-hundred plus people in their tracks. Stuff like that drew attention, and attention drew questions, and questions drew cameras.

Her face was going to be plastered across every magazine cover, newspaper, and news station for at least the next two weeks. The same could be said for Hitoshi and Neito. They needed to be prepared to be stopped on the street. When they were out and about, people were going to recognize them, and that... well, Lillian wasn't too sure how she'd deal with that. She had little to no confidence when it came to dealing with people she didn't know. She struggled even to communicate with her own classmates and teachers at times.

It had smacked her in the face when she'd finally escaped to the girl's locker room, having gotten separated from Mr. Aizawa and her two fellow memers. As she was swiftly changing out of her gym pans and into some more comfortable ones she'd brought along for after, it dawned on her that she couldn't deal with the press. Like, at all. 

She clammed up, simple as that. Hitoshi and Neito had been forced to take on most of the questions booted her way. Even Mr. Aizawa had stepped forward to answer a few that he knew the answers to. More about her quirk, though they kept it vague, and some details about her personality, the status of the relationships in the ground, and so on and so forth. Lillian had somehow gotten driven away from her friends. A rift of reporters and cameramen had formed between them, so she'd done what anyone might do in that situation.

She'd turned tail and ran for the nearest exit.

Not her brightest moment, but it was better than crying on live television. It still stood that she hadn't managed to answer any questions, however. One look at the microphone and she froze. She went totally pale and started to sputter like a dying engine! It was nothing short of absolutely, completely pathetic. She needed to get a handle on her fear of speaking. Not only in public, but in general as well. It could be a one-on-one interview and she still didn't doubt she'd be sweating buckets. Even one over the phone would probably do her in.

If she couldn't even interview, how could she fight or protect the citizens of Japan? Eyes would be on her all the time. There wasn't a way she could become a hero with a fear of speaking to people. She'd have to ask if people were okay, and get details about incidents. Heroes naturally had fans. Even if she really wasn't the coolest person out there or anything of that sort, she was bound to have at least one. What if someone asked for an autograph? What would she do then? Cry?

Now she just wanted to get back to Hitoshi's house. She supposed she could worry about it later. Maybe Hound Dog could help some. Hell, she still wasn't even over the whole USJ incident. She couldn't be a hero if she was hearing things. What if the League sent another Nomu, or that man with the blue hair showed up once again? Freezing in her tracks and breaking down wasn't an option. She would have to stand up and fight like everyone else.

A ding coming from her phone drew the girl's attention from her rather self-deprecating trail of thought. She tied the drawstring of her sweatpants, reaching for her phone. The girl felt Yeet shift and peeked down the front of her shirt briefly to make sure he was okay.

Meme Squad:

Hair part of Kakashi:
Lillian, are you okay? We're going to wait for you at exit C. The teachers diverted the attention of the press.

Copy part of Kakashi:
We love you by the way so please don't be dead

Hair part of Kakashi:
Yeah, that too

Hair part of Kakashi: 
By the way, we got Todoroki

Copy part of Kakashi:
Yeah he has no idea he's moving in yet though

Copy part of Kakashi:
We just told him it as of the utmost importance and that you may die if he didn't show up

Copy part of Kakashi:
So far he hasn't tried to leave

Hair part of Kakashi:
Run before he wanders off though. I'm too tired to chase anyone

Somewhat-pure part of Kakashi:
I'll meet you three there. Hasta la pasta, Gamers.

Lillian couldn't help but release a sigh of relief. Finally, they were getting to leave. A lot of the people had already left the stands to go further enjoy the festivities outside. All her classmates had left, though she was sure some were still lingering around the stadium. Pros who'd been present were on the prowl, trying to get to kids early to convince them to intern with them with the forms came through. Lillian shivered. She'd probably panic and say yes to anyone who asked.

Speaking of internships, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She didn't know who was going to want her yet. She'd heard a few talking about her, and some had especially been leaning forward when she performed. How would she deal with her anxiety on her internship? She'd been here at the festival just one day. An entire week, spending the night in a bed that wasn't hers? How would she do it?

The freckled girl peeked out of the locker room, glancing left and right. When she saw no one, she immediately darted towards exit C. It was all the way on the other side of the stadium, which meant she'd have to go full semi-circle to get there. Running into someone was inevitable. She could only hope she'd pay them no mind. She'd redone her ponytail, and wasn't wearing the bright gym pants the school provided anymore either. She was reasonably plain looking. Hopefully, she'd blend in.

Her footsteps seemed to echo down the dimly lit halls. Her stomach grumbled hungrily, not at all satisfied by the brief and small lunch she'd had while forming the new Todoroki Protection Squad. Getting Todoroki to permanently stay at Hitoshi's was going to be hard. Lillian wasn't too sure of how they'd be convincing the half-and-half boy that he needed to move out, but they'd find a way. The teen didn't need to be around Endeavor.

Lillian momentarily wondered just how they were going to get his belongings. So long as Endeavor didn't realize they were kidnapping him, they should be able to get some of it. Lillian would have to look into it more later. Todoroki had siblings, right? Maybe she could somehow get into contact with them. That would be alright... right? It was definitely an option to look into. Maybe Chad could help...

Bakugo stepped out of the infirmary almost right as Lillian was about to pass by, nearly causing her to run into the door. He raised a brow as she stumbled out of the way. Lillian was a rather... unique person. Weird was a word he thought described her rather well. He couldn't call her weak because she technically wasn't, but he couldn't quite call her strong either. At least not in most situations. 

At the USJ, she'd held strong. Not in the same was Bakugo was, with his explosive quirk, but as a person in general. She'd kept their teacher alive using sheer willpower alone from what he could tell. He wasn't sure how much pain she'd been in, but it had to have been bad with the amount of blood bubbling from her mouth. It was so bad that even his parents asked him if she was alright, despite not knowing her at all. At the time, he'd felt almost ashamed that he had no idea how she was or if she was even alive.

"The hell are you still doing here?" He asked, eyes dropping to the medal hanging around her neck. Of course he'd heard the announcement, but he still hadn't been cleared to leave. Recovery Girl wanted to heal him more to avoid permanent nerve damage that would prevent him from using his quirk to its fullest. He wasn't about to say no to that. If he wanted to be number one, he was going to need to bring the heat.

"O-Oh, I was ru-running from the press." Lillian explained, sounding a bit out of breath. He stared blandly down at her. She blinked back. He watched a bit curiously as she composed herself. It wasn't an instantaneous thing like it was with him or some of their other classmates. There was a whole process he could see happening. She seemed to realize she was panicking first, and then she took some deep breaths. Bakugo could practically see the individual thoughts rolling through her head.

"I don't blame you." Bakugo offered when she didn't say anything. He glared at his feet. "They're corrupt little shits. Greedy as hell."

Learning about Endeavor had really fucked up how he viewed the world. He was forced to rethink everything he thought he knew about heroes, and about how they were portrayed. The media was clearly fucked up. They didn't fact check, and they twisted stories and made up lies when they could get away with it. It was more fucked up than he'd originally realized. The explosive blonde was almost glad he'd found out about this, even if he hadn't meant to. It opened his eyes to a lot of the bullshit swimming in the air around him.

"You're really beat up about this Endeavor thing, aren't you?"

Bakugo flinched, looking back up. Lillian's quiet yet firm voice had caught him off guard. She was looking down at her shoes, seeming reasonably more solemn than before. He felt his eye twitch with annoyance. Not particularly at her, but more at himself for allowing his thoughts to wonder while someone else was present. 

"Yeah, I guess." He muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets and glaring at the ground.

"Y-You know, you're not as scary as I thought you were." Lillian noted, because he wasn't. He cared a surprising amount. She was beginning to see that he was more than vulgar language and a bad temper. He could see why Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and Kaminari all chose to hang out with him. They could see it too. "Y-You're actually kind of nice, Bakugo."

"Tch, don't-" He looked up, only to be cut off when something fell right over his head. A cold weight hit his chest with a small thump. He found himself blinking in a stunned manner as Lillian brushed past him, hands clasped behind her back as she walked along. She had the first place medal to share with her friends, but Bakugo was a good person. He deserved it more than anyone else she knew, save for maybe Izuku. But Izuku was the type to not care for objects as much as he did for words and gestures. Bakugo seemed... different. Like he dealt with his emotions differently.

"Th-Thanks, Bakugo. For helping Todoroki." Lillian stopped briefly, glancing back at him with a small smile. He was still staring at the floor, blinking and frowning ever so slightly. "I...I hope the festival was as fun for you as it was for me. I-I'll see you later."

Bakugo turned to stare after her as she began off again, clearly in a rush just as she had been prior to their run in. His eyes trailed down to the medal now hanging around his chest. The golden number two shone proudly against his gym shirt in the rather dark hall, catching some of the light produced by the nearby opening into the hall. He felt his lips stretch into a smile.

Yeah... weird was definitely a good word Bakugo could use to describe Lillian.

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I still need prize ideas for the contest you guys. I have absolutely no idea what to do. I absolutely, 100% refuse to put anyone else's OC in this book. It's not happening, not even briefly. They certainly wouldn't be a main character if I ever did. I'm just going to avoid it and,,, yeah, I'm not going down that road. Is there something else? I seriously need ideas I'm low-key panicking.