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Third person pov

Mic had a plan. A solid, actual plan that would most definitely convince Aizawa that Lillian was his daughter. You see, he'd tried to bring it up briefly with the man. Twice. He'd been blown off both times, and the guy hadn't even looked at the photo of Mayako. Mic was a pushy and loud guy, but Aizawa had been dealing with him for years. The underground hero had experience ignoring the blonde.

However, his plan could wait. Right now was quite possibly the best moment of Mic's life so far. While most of Class 1-A was off to the train station to be whisked off the various prefectures, Lillian was standing happily next to him, gripping the straps of her backpack with a mixture of excitement and nervousness shining in her blue eyes as she watched her friends off. Monoma absolutely refused to tell anyone where he was going, and Hitoshi was still in class. Todoroki was off to Hawks' agency, shooting Lillian a simple peace sign as he flicked sunglasses onto his face. Bakugo had stalked off while muttering something about a car.

Lillian had come to him because she wanted to have more confidence. She'd explained in an extremely embarrassed tone that she couldn't even look at a microphone without freezing up. She knew she'd have to deal with the media. Her quirk meant she needed to use it during the day for it to be used to its full potential. That meant she'd inevitably need to talk to people, and she'd have to talk to the press. 

At first he wasn't sure what he could do about the cameras and microphones without dragging her out in front of the press. On one's internship, that was exactly what you wanted. Attention. It goal was to make some form a of a debut to let people know who you were and what you could do. However, that wasn't ideal for someone with an anxiety disorder. Mic would never do anything to make Lillian too terribly uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the plan he had in mind was definitely going to push her out of her comfort zone. That... wasn't a bad thing, per say. Just not the best thing.

He had a radio show. It had hit him while he was in the middle of broadcasting, and he'd nearly screamed before remembering someone could sue him if they lost any of their hearing. It was perfect. He did it everyday, so of course it wasn't all that out of the ordinary. He had to do it either way but... this time he could bring Lillian on! For a week, she could be a guest on the show. It was perfect! She still had to interact with people and talk into a mic, but she didn't have to see them. It was all voice.

When the show wasn't going on, he could take her on patrols. He'd already switched his area to one with less criminal activity. Nothing but low-life thugs there. Maybe teaching her some hand to hand would be good too... actually, that was probably something Aizawa would be better at. Mic was long range, so he wasn't that well-versed in close combat. Not like Aizawa was. Plus, maybe she'd get frustrated enough that her hair...

"M-Mr. Mic?" Lillian stuttered. He blinked out of his train of thought, grinning at her. 

"Come on, kiddo. My car is this way. I'll show you my apartment! We can make you a bed on the couch. It'll be great." He was practically bouncing. "Wait, or should I show you the studio first? No, we can do that later... unless we should do it now!" 

Lillian blinked, smiling a nervous smile. She didn't doubt she'd made the right choice in picking Mic. She just hoped there weren't too many bumps in the road along the way...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bakugo spotted the car and his nose scrunched up. It was a beat up red vehicle with an Uber Eats sticker on the side. He glanced down at the description of the automobile he'd been looking for that he was given. It matched it perfectly, much to his dismay. The explosive blonde was definitely beginning to have second thoughts about this. Though Lillian had assured him that Chad was a great guy through her laughter, he definitely had cause for concern if this was the thing the man was driving.

Still, he approached and tapped on the window to the passenger side. He heard the car unlock and took that as an invitation. Lillian apparently knew Chad, and insisted that Bakugo had actually seen the guy a few times before without knowing it. The blonde wasn't sure how'd she could possibly know that, but he supposed it didn't matter.

"Yo." Chad said as Bakugo slid into the passengers seat, closing the door behind him. Chad locked the car again. Safety precaution. "You're the bomb kid Lillian's friends with, right?"

"Yeah, so?" Bakugo scoffed. How did this guy know they were friends? Nobody but those three idiots Lillian lived with were supposed to know. There was a chance she'd told this Chad guy beforehand. Speaking of Chad, he wasn't at all what Bakugo was expecting. He wasn't that tall from the looks of it, or that muscular. He had shaggy blonde hair and some stubble, and slight bags under his eyes. He wore a graphic T-shirt with the Coca-Cola logo on it and jeans. 

"Nothing, nothing. We'll be needing you." Chad cleared his throat. Bakugo's eyes dropped the the plate of nachos in his lap and he raised a brow. Chad raised one back. "Problem?"

"Tch, no." He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Chad tossed a nacho in his mouth. He could already tell this kid's temper needed to be put in check. Sure, the guy had a powerful quirk.

"Right, right. So like, a while back some kid ran into me. She was on the run from some bozo in a plague mask." Chad said through a mouthful of chip. Bakugo's face twisted with disgust as the man swallowed. "Anyway, so I was like 'shit man, these guys are gonna come after her. I gotta do some shit about that' and called my brother Brad up. Anyway, Brad like totally pulled some strings and got me one of those license things."

Bakugo blinked languidly at him, wondering what the fuck was going on. Chad didn't seem to notice or care about Bakugo's clear confusion and failure to process, waving a hand about as he continued. "Yeah so like, I found out what assholes had her. Turns out Japan has a fucking Yakuza infestation, you read me?"

"What the fuck? Yakuza?" Bakugo sputtered. Chad nodded, chewing his nachos loudly. The explosive blonde gaped at him. How was Lillian friends with this fucker? Some Uber-Eats asshole who was picking up kids who were previously in the custody of the fucking Japanese Mafia. For fucks sake.

"That's what I said." Chad snapped a brief finger gun at the teen. "Anyway, so I like, don't have a quirk. I just lied and said that whenever I shoot a gun, the bullet always meets its mark or some bullshit along those lines. I'm actually juts a really good shot so the fuckers couldn't tell. Anyway, so-"

"Wait, slow the fuck down for a second." Bakugo hissed, red eyes wide. Quirkless? No wonder Lillian had told him to prepare himself. He suddenly greatly regretted going with Chad. How the fuck was he supposed to learn anything from a quirkless asshole who cheated his way into the system? "You're... just some quirkless asshole?!"

"A quirkless asshole with a gun." Chad held it up, swallowing a mouthful of chips and cheese. He didn't look at all phased by the rage that seemed to be steaming in Bakugo as he whipped out his phone. He just shrugged and went back to his nachos, wondering which Yakuza base they should hit first. He already knew one was in that apartment he'd taken the Chipotle to. That must have been where Eri was going when she ran to him for help. There was another in a warehouse he'd scouted out. He didn't know how many were inside, but if they could clear the front gate...

Bombastic:
You knew and you didn't fucking tell me???

Stop Sign:
Don't underestimate Chad. He's a god.

Bakugo turned to see the man struggling to shove some beans and cheese onto one chip with another. He grit his teeth.

Bombastic:
If he's a god then I'm killing myself.

Stop Sign:
Then I guess this is goodbye. Save me a seat in hell.

Stop Sign:
But no, really. Don't underestimate him! He's come through for me plenty of times. Give him a chance! It's a bit too late to back out anyway, so you should probably make the best of it.

Bakugo squeezed his phone. For some reason, despite the fact that he's sitting next to an idiot right now, he believed Lillian. He doesn't know how useful this quirkless bastard is going to be be, but Lillian wouldn't put such faith in just anyone. And she was right. It was way, way too late to back out. Internships had begun. He was going to be stuck with this Chad asshole for an entire week.

"Oh, yeah." Chad said through another mouthful of nachos as he scrubbed his face with a napkin. "That's Eri back there. Eri, say hi."

"Hi." Eri said quietly from the backseat. Bakugo whirled around.

A little girl around six or seven sat there, clear scars on her arms. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses that were very clearly too large for her face. A little horn sprouted from the right side of her forehead, her white hair pulled into a side braid. She was wearing a hideous Hawaiian shirt and tan khaki shorts. And... And were those tiny loafers? He wasn't sure he wanted to know. Either was, the poor kid looked horrifying. Was she the one the Yakuza had? The one Chad ran into?

"Why the fuck's she wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day?" Bakugo ended up asking instead, twisting back around in his eat. Chad glanced in the rear view mirror to peek at the girl, who looked extremely offended if not a little upset by the vulgar and blunt question. Chad sighed.

"Special item." Chad said as though that explained everything.

"They give me a power up." Eri elaborated, adjusting them.

"They're fucking sunglasses. They-" The look Bakugo was getting from Chad at the moment was enough to shut him right the fuck up. It was dry and dark, and nothing short of malicious. There was all sorts of unspoken threats hidden in the stormy glare. Bakugo flashed back to the texts he recently exchanged with Lillian, and he looked away haughtily. 

"Anyway." Chad's features slackened back into a more laid back expression as he tossed another chip in his mouth. "I'll take you back to Casa de Chad, and we'll make a plan. You follow?"

"A plan? A plan for what?" Bakugo's voice came out more snappy than he'd meant it to, but who fucking cared? Some quirkless asshole was fucking with the literal mafia and had a fashion disaster no more than seven, possibly younger, sitting in his backseat. And he was eating nachos. While in a beat up red car with an Uber Eats sticker slapped crookedly on the side. And Bakugo was going to be stuck with him... he was going to be stuck with him for an entire damn week.

"Bro, what do you mean?" Chad raised a brow. "We're totally taking out the Yakuza."

"They're fuckfaces." Eri said from the back seat.

Bakugo can only stare.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hawks is both excited and nervous about taking on an intern. Being pretty young himself, he's not too sure how to do this. It hadn't been all that long since he was the student. Now, suddenly he was about to become the teacher. It certainly sent his mind spinning and heart racing, if nothing else. Even more so, this was Endeavor's kid! Hawks had seen him in action during the Sports Festival. Fire and Ice? Powerful quirks were rare enough as was, but to have two? It was amazing.

He paced his office anxiously, wings ruffling themselves as he gnawed on his lower lip. He had absolutely no idea what to do. The kid didn't have a flight quirk or anything of that sort, so that was off the table. Hawks didn't even have any excuses as to why he had no lessons planned. He'd had a total of two weeks prepared! The kid had accepted pretty much the day after his got the offer. It was immediate. Almost no hesitation. 

There was a knock on his door, and he jumped.

"U-Uh, come in!" Hawks cleared his throat. God, did he just stutter? He was pretty sure he just stuttered. This was already going horribly. This kid was going to think he was an idiot. Not only was he raised by the number two hero, but he was in UA High! Hawks had come from a farm and gotten his hero license after dropping out of college and realizing it wasn't for him. He hadn't gone to any big name schools, and he didn't have parents who saved lives and were known across the globe.

Todoroki stepped in and help up a hand, silencing Hawks before he could speak. The winged hero snapped his mouth shut so fast his teeth audibly clacked together. He instead watched uneasily as he pulled a large bag off his back, taking out a long, rolled up poster board. And then another. Followed by a third. Plus a stack of notebooks and loose papers. Hawks was beginning to sweat. The Sports Festival had given insight into power, but personality... not as much.

"Come over here." Todoroki demanded. "We have a lot to do and little time."

Hawks couldn't do much other than comply.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So, Monoma, why did you choose to intern with me?"

Jay the Songbird hero is nothing to marvel at. He can mimic the sounds of birds and use them to influence his enemies. He can make them feel angry, or at peace. Confused or concentrated. Tired or energetic. He has blue hair and the legs of a bird, his feathers the same aqua shade. He has talons in place of feet and sharp features. His nose is long and beak-like, and his ears are pointed. Despite his severe features, he's a cheerful and polite man. Not at all like what you'd expect.

"You're... ah..." Monoma rubbed the back of his neck nervously, averting his gaze. "You're an admirable fighter with an impressive quirk."

Jay tilted his head curiously, the feathers on his legs ruffling. He could hear the unease ringing in the boy's voice, accompanying a lie. This boy isn't here because he admires Jay's power. There's another reason. Jay just... isn't too sure what, yet. He'd figure it out. This boy clearly needed help with something. The hero only hoped he could help with whatever it is.

"That isn't it though, is it?" Jay smiled at him. "You can tell me, Monoma. I'm here to help you grow as both a hero and a person. You're my main concern this week."

Monoma hesitated, feeling awfully sweaty all of a sudden. He gulped down a breath of air. "I... I-I, uh... you're one of the only... only openly... gay heroes." He started. Jay seemed to perk up at that, newfound curiosity shining in his eyes. "You receive... a lot of criticism for that. You'd be in the top ten if not for it..."

"That's correct." Jay personally thought Monoma was overstating the top ten part just a bit, but didn't want to argue and risk breaking the teen's flimsy burst of courage. 

"I haven't come out to... anyone, really. My friends suspect. I-I've never said but... how do I tell them? How do I tell everyone?" Monoma looked quite broken right then. Like he had no idea what to do. While the LGBTQ community was on the rise and it wasn't as odd to be out of the closet as it was before, Japan was just a little different from America. More critical and traditional. 

"You're afraid of how your sexuality will effect your relationships with your friends and with the public." Jay summarized softly. Monoma wrung his hands together.

"My friends are supportive and... I think they may be LGBTQ too, or at least some of them. I just... it's getting harder to try and hide who I am. I'm used to it, but the more I open up to them... I-I feel like I'm lying. To them, and to myself. I really... I-I really like one of them too, and just... I don't know what to do. I didn't know where to go..." Monoma was near tears. He was ashamed that he doubted his friends, but he couldn't stop the anxiety. He'd joked about being gay before. His friends had too. Lillian had whistled at pictures of female models and heroes, and Hitoshi had made too many "that's hot" comments to count. 

Still, none of them had ever said anything. Neito hadn't said anything. He was without a doubt, gay. He projected that in his personality quite clearly. That didn't change the fact that he wasn't technically out of the closet. Saying it would make it and his feelings real. Him liking a boy had never really happened before. Not to this extent. The crushes he'd gotten on people were on boys he admired from afar.

Falling in love with a friend was hard. You feared ruining your relationship with them, but your feelings didn't go away because you were constantly hanging out with them. It was worse for Neito, living with him. He was best friends with Hitoshi and Lillian. He could sling his arm over Hitoshi's shoulder and it was fine. He could call them Lillian's stand in parents as though they were actually a pair, and it was all laughs. His friends had no idea of his inner turmoil.

He hadn't meant to like Hitoshi. Not like that, anyway. At first he'd actually found the teen a bit odd. He was self-deprecating and had bags under his eyes just as bad, if not worse, than Mr. Aizawa's. But it changed quickly to fondness. He loved his friends. He loved Shoto, and Lillian, and Hitoshi. He'd  die for them in a heartbeat. If it meant they'd be happy, he'd give anything. But the love he felt for Hitoshi... it was a different kind. One he didn't feel was okay.

At first it had seemed like Hitoshi liked Lillian. He was content with the idea of sitting back and watching that happen, even if it hurt. But then Lillian moved in with him, and he realized their relationship had more of a brother-sister feel. It was a dreadfully relieving feeling for him to see such a thing. She was Hitoshi's first real friend, so he was fond and protective. But he didn't have feelings like that. Not to Neito's knowledge, and he'd asked. He'd teased. Winked. Thrown in everything he could. Nothing became of it.

It was both a good thing and a bad thing.

Hitoshi wasn't aware of his sexuality. He'd said so before with a casual shrug as they watched anime. It wasn't his admission that he liked boys, but it wasn't an admission that he liked solely girls either. He was on the fence and figuring it out. That scared Neito. Not because he was worried for his friend going through a rough time, but because that meant there was a chance.

"Dealing with it is hard." Jay's voice snapped him from his thoughts. "People will throw hate your way, but I think I can help you. Follow me. There's something I think you'll want to see."

Neito didn't ask questions. He just did.

He was too desperate not to.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aizawa pulled the box out from the podium as a second thought, realizing it had been sitting there for far too many weeks. It probably wasn't a weapon, which was a relief. It felt heavier than he remembered, but important. It was an odd feeling he wasn't sure he'd ever felt before. He felt almost as though he needed to open it. It was the end of the day and there was no particular reason for him to feel so... so desperate, or whatever this emotion was. He just needed to open it.

But not here. He shook his head and started out the door, nearly running into Hitoshi. He was the only one of his band of friends not in the Hero Course, which meant he had school like normal. Aizawa had already filed the paperwork. He'd be transferred into 1-A by the end of the week. Not that the purple-haired boy knew that. Still, coming in first in the Sports Festival wasn't something the board could ignore. With Aizawa's request and All Might's support, the decision to instate Hitoshi into the blank space in 1-A was obvious.

"Oh, Mr. Aizawa." Hitoshi blinked. His gaze dropped to the package. "What's that?"

"Not sure." He admitted. He really had no idea what it was, only that it was for him and from Italy of all places. Not where he'd expected a package to come from, but really, why was he surprised? His life was a shit show. It was probably an obligatory gift from... God, he didn't know. Why would anyone ever pay to have it warped?

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something." Hitoshi admitted, shuffling his feet. "In private. It's not something you'd want people to overhear." 

Aizawa considered him for a moment. "My apartment isn't far. You can run for help if this thing kills me."

Hitoshi glanced at the box cautiously, regarding it as though it was a bomb. Aizawa shrugged, and Hitoshi exhaled. "Alright, let's go. Not like I've got anything better to d-"

Lillian rounded the corner, sprinting. Mic appeared after her, arms pumping. Aizawa and Hitoshi both watched with blank looks as they zipped towards Mic's classroom. The blonde had probably forgotten his glasses again. By the looks of it, he was wearing his old ones. Aizawa had seen them enough times to know the difference. Mic used to forget his glasses at Aizawa's apartment constantly.

"I found your glasses!" Lillian called from inside the room, confirming it. Aizawa brought up a hand to massage his temples.

"Let's go." Aizawa sighed. "Before Mic cries."

"Cries?" Hitoshi asked.

"Lillian, you're too cute!" Mic's sob cut through the silence. Hitoshi and Aizawa only had to share one look before they were speed walking away in hopes of not getting caught up in the emotional tornado that was Present Mic. Aizawa clutched the box tighter, looking down at it with furrowed brows. Something about this thing was odd, and he was finally about to find out just what.