1.) Shouldn't be too many typos but I have no faith in myself

2.) I can't write fight scenes. Like, at all. I apologize.

3.) I know things have been slow rolling but I promise they pick back up sksk.

Third person pov

So there was a big fucking problem.

"They've surrounded the studio." Mic said into the phone. Lillian was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, trying to calm herself down as Yeet slithered between her fingers happily. He'd eaten literally moments before the internships began, finishing his meal right when they were ready to leave the house. That meant he was good for another five to six days. Surely the crowd outside would be gone by then. She wasn't sure who all was in it, but it seemed to be made up of reporters and fans. She and Mic had both woken up to them just... well, standing out there.

"Of course I told them to go away! You think I'd be calling you if they listened?" Mr. Mic was very clearly getting quite annoyed. Lillian sunk further into her blanket, watching him pace. It was weird to see him out of his hero costume, but sort of nice. It was like she was getting to see a whole other side of her favorite hero. This version was just as cool as his hero one. In her eyes, Hizashi Yamada and Present Mic were equal, and that was pretty amazing. Not many heroes could say their hero personas stayed true to who they were as a person. 

"Fine, fine. Just send a patrol car or two. Seriously, Shota hasn't been picking up the phone so I think he may have drunk himself into a coma again." Mic sighed. "Alright, thanks. Peace out."

Lillian perked up as his phone gave a beep, signalling the end of the call. She watched the blonde man give an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. Honestly, Mic was pretty much done. He just wanted to take his cute little listener to get some American Style pancakes when tragedy struck. They were surrounded. What Lillian called "memers" had crawled from their holes looking for an autograph or two, and the press had noticed Mic's show rocket up the ratings overnight, and they wanted both answers and interviews.

"Don't worry, Little Listener. I'm sure this will all sort itself out soon." Mic paused for a moment. "And I'm sure Eraser is just fine."

Lillian gave a small nod and a hesitant smile, eyes trailing down to her phone when it gave off a ding. She tapped the notification and watched it bring up Hitoshi's messages. She'd texted him when she woke up, but hadn't received a response. Of course, it was Saturday so she was expecting him to sleep in about as much as he always did. Seeing him not respond at noon wasn't that concerning. Now, she felt the color drain from her face as she gazed at his message. 

"U-Um..." Lillian looked up, blinking. "H-Hitoshi is with M-Mr. Aizawa. A-Apparently he just found o-out he's a d-dad?" She frowned, wondering what that must be like. At his desk, water sprayed from Mic's mouth in response to the girl's words. Lillian tried not to wince as he began to cough and choke, turning to face her with wide eyes. She shrugged, pointing the screen in his direction. He leaned forward to try and get a better look, looking marginally uncomfortable.

"O-Oh, wow. I wonder who the kid is." Mic laughed nervously, eyes darting away from her as he sat down. Lillian watched him fidget. "Hey, why don't we go on the air? I bet the fans would love it! Maybe some outside will go home to listen! Or they'll see that we're busy and go away!" His suggestion was followed by more nervous laughter that made Lillian wonder if he was okay. She knew Mr. Mic and Mr. Aizawa were really good friends, so maybe he was in a state of shock too.

"O-Okay." Lillian agreed, standing up. She took the blanket with her as she plopped down in the same chair she'd used yesterday. It was the same as Mic's, just a little taller so she could be close enough to the microphone. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. Lillian heard him take a deep breath. She hoped he was okay. This situation had to be pretty stressful for him. She was already on the verge of freaking out, which made her wonder if maybe he was too. Not that he really freaked out all that often.

He flipped some switches Lillian didn't recognize and pressed some buttons. Lillian immediately tensed and regretted agreeing to go live when the "on air" sign flashed to green. Did she say something? No wait, of course not. Were they going to take calls? What if someone didn't reference a meme and asked a real question? What did she do? Oh my god, she was going to cry real tears. Real tears with hyperventilation and Mic was going to hate her. She would die! Everyone would hear her lose it and then, she'd die. That's what was going to happen. She-

"Hey, hey, hey, Listeners!" Mic crowed once the viewer count began to rise steadily. "I'm here with my favorite Little Listener once again! Now, if you're one of the people in front of the studio, please leave! We're hungry and I refuse to let my Little Listener have a lunch composed of granola bars. I'm sorry. It isn't happening."

Lillian smiled to herself, ducking her head as her face erupted red. Mic continued to commentate as the viewings rose again. The speed at which they were going up as astonishing. Lillian almost couldn't wrap her head around it. The counter was also streamed live along with the show, and she'd always glanced at it when she listened. It was easily about to reach its average number of viewers, and it hadn't even been that long. Was it really because she finished a few memes? Were memes truly that powerful?

Mic was also a little taken aback. What was he supposed to do when the internships ended? First of all, he was going to be lonely. He hated being lonely. That, and his listeners were absolute geniuses. They clearly loved Lillian just as much as he did, which made them the smarter portion of the population. His twitter had been blowing up since the end of the last broadcast. He was pretty sure the tag they'd created was about to trend, actually. #MoreLillian was invading his notifications, and while he adored it, he didn't know what he or his listeners would do when Lillian's internship ended.

"Let's say we take some calls, yeah, Lillian?" Mic grinned at her. She looked so cute, drowning in that blanket with her hair in a cute little bun. She was just this little human and it was precious. He didn't know how to explain it.

"Yeet." Lillian blurted out in a panic. Mic took that as a go ahead, flicking on the button. The ringing started immediately. Lillian braced herself as a voice came through the line.

"Is there anything better than pussy?" 

"Yes, a really good book!"

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"Why are you bringing a boombox?" Bakugo hissed at the blonde man as they snuck towards the large warehouse, which was apparently crawling with Yakuza. So far he hadn't seen anyone other than the person they rammed with their car. They hadn't had on a plague mask. Just a bandanna that covered the lower part of their face and a suit. If that wasn't somewhat suspicious, then Bakugo didn't know what was.

"Every fight scene needs an epic soundtrack." Chad whispered back as though that actually explained it. Bakugo groaned under his breath, but continued on after him nonetheless. It was a hot day, which was good for him. He'd brought his gauntlets, and his costume was made to help him secrete more sweat. He could already feel it beginning to drip down the back of his neck. As much as he hated to admit it, he was nervous as fuck. The Yakuza weren't something you generally wanted to fuck around with. Once they caught your scent, they didn't fucking lose it.

The warehouse was old and looked abandoned, with many broken in windows near the top and such. It was littered with no trespassing signs, and the paint was chipping off in flakes. Bakugo had to wonder what it was used for before it became a base for these fucks. It was near the ocean, so maybe it held the stock that was shipped in. He wasn't sure how close the nearest dock was. He guessed it really didn't matter anymore, seeing as they were going to blow it up.

"Alright." Chad had a pistol in one hand and two automatic rifles of some kind slung over his shoulder. Where he'd managed to get that sort of fire power, Bakugo wasn't sure he should ask. Chad was an odd man. When Lillian had finally woken up and saw what was happening, she wasn't surprised. She told him to take pictures to commemorate the experience for her and to be careful. Then she'd sent a photo of herself in footie pajamas and sunglasses giving a thumbs up. It was pretty clear it was old, but it still made Bakugo feel better. But if anyone asked, no, it wasn't his new wallpaper.

"So where the fuck are we sneaking in? Is there a back door?" Bakugo stayed vigilant, eyes scanning the area. Chad didn't seem concerned enough. In fact, he was acting too carefree for comfort. He didn't keep his body low like Bakugo did. He just strut in like he owned the place, even going so far as to whistle a tune to himself as they went. Bakugo was pretty sure the guy was going to die in there at this rate. He wasn't actually a hero with training. He just had a license. 

"I've decided sneaking in is futile." Chad threw open the door closest to them with a bang. Bakugo sputtered, eyes going wide as he dove in after the man. This dumbass was going to get himself killed!

The warehouse was full of people, some in plague masks, and some not. They had tables set up, one side looking more like an infirmary than not. They had beds and boxes of god knows what. Hell, there was evidence that some of these fuckers lived here, and came back here when they were hurt and couldn't head to a real hospital. If that didn't scream home point, Bakugo didn't know what did. This was definitely one of their bases of operation. 

Everyone turned to them as they stepped in, Chad grinning like a kid might on Christmas. Bakugo locked his jaw in place to stop himself from gaping like an idiot. They weren't getting out of this. It was far, far too late to turn back now. It was all in. He was sort of terrified, but also not at the same time. Excitement raced through his veins, overtaking any doubt he had as the large hoard of enemies blinked almost collectively.

"Who the hell are you?" Someone finally spat out. Bakugo watched the previously dumbfounded Yakuza all tense and shift into defensive positions. They hadn't been expecting the company, but they were also ready to defend themselves. Bakugo felt his palms threaten to spark as anxiety grabbed at him. Was this what Lillian felt like literally all the fucking time? He felt bad now. He wondered if there was anything he could do to help with that. That is, if he made it out of this shit hole alive. Things weren't looking all that great.

"I'm so glad you asked." He set down the boom box with a bang. It echoed, bouncing off the warehouses metal walls. "I'm Chad. This is my associate, Ground Zero."

"And to what do we owe this pleasure?" This man was in a plague mask, with wild white hair and a nasty glare. Bakugo decided he'd be the first one he blew up. The guy just looked like an ass. Not for any particular reason or anything. Maybe it was the look in his eye, or maybe it was something else. Either way, he was probably a dick. One who was okay with torturing a little girl. Of course, there was always a chance the people here didn't know. Not that it mattered. Yakuza were Yakuza. That and... they'd already sort of kicked in door. 

"Haven't you heard?" Chad set down the boombox, pressed one of the buttons, and flicked on his sunglasses. "It's bitch hunting season." 

"Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me,"

Chad had the rifles off his back in seconds, and that spurred everyone into action. Bakugo charged forward in the white haired man's general direction with a victorious roar, explosions already booming in his hands as he took the group in front of him head one. He heard a click and gunfire, drowned out only slightly by the boombox as their enemies fired up their quirks. Bakugo's palm exploded right in the face of the fucker he'd sought out since the moment he spotted him, nerves creeping away.

"I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed,"

Chad wasn't smiling as he gunned down the enemy. An arc of electricity shot for him, but fizzed out when Bakugo blew him to the side with a powerful blast and a malicious grin. Chad could feel something, probably a quirk if he had to guess, beginning to warp at his senses, but he stayed focused, ducking when a fist swiped at him. He soon skipped to the side when someone with a mutation quirk that gave him in extra arm protruding from his chest dove for him, bringing up his foot to kick him in the side before delivering a few shots to his legs. 

"She was looking kind of dumb, with her finger and her thumb,"

Bakugo knew the rush he was feeling from this was, morally, wrong. He just thought of Eri. They'd taken her from wherever she came from and used her. It scared him to realize that hey, that could have happened to Lillian had she been taken by the wrong people. Her telling him she was kidnapped wasn't exactly something she'd planned. It just came out, but he... oddly appreciated the trust given. Being friends with her was awfully odd. She wasn't at all what he'd expected. She was bolder over text, like her phone somehow filtered out her shyness. He found himself enjoying the company of the girl underneath.

"In the shape of an 'L' on her forehead,"

Bakugo dropped to the ground as a blast of fire shot for him, leg sweeping out and knocking a man with spiked hands to the ground. He rolled to the side as more fire washed his way, firing off explosions in the general direction the blaze had come from before setting off an explosion in the face of the man he'd tripped. He twisted around to see where Chad was just in time to see him literally flip someone twice his size over his shoulder and shoot them in the knees. He decided right then and there that he'd probably underestimated the guy.

"Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming,"

"Oi!" Bakugo barked out as a man with a knife dove for Chad. Before the blonde could charge forward, someone was barreling into his back. He immediately felt something cold begin to spread across his back, and it occurred to him briefly that someone was freezing him through touch. He immediately pressed his palms to the ground and fired of as big a blast as he could, sending himself flying into the air, and the enemy tumbling off.

"Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running,"

Chad grunted as an actual, legit knife buried itself in his thigh. It sunk in all the way to the hilt, and he knew without a doubt that the stitches were going to be a bitch.

"Didn't make sense not to live for fun,"

"Did you seriously bring a knife to a gun fight?" Chad grinned wickedly as the man, who looked terrified. Chad raised his rifles and pulled down on the triggers only to be met by a clicking noise that told him he'd run out of ammo. The people circling him immediately saw this as a chance to take him down.

"Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb,"

"Ah, dammit." Chad groaned, pulling the guns off. He whipped one around by the strap, hooking it around the neck of the closest enemy and twisting. The woman immediately choked as he swung her as hard as he could into the man next to her, sending them both down. He spun around just in time to wack someone in the head with his other empty rifle, ducking to avoid someone's glowing hand. 

"So much to do, so much to see,"

Chad tossed the last remaining gun he had into the face of a short man with purple skin, ripping the knife out of his leg and jumping over a sweeping tail before burying the knife in the shoulder of the man who'd stabbed him to begin with. He earned a shriek in response as he pulled it back out and spun to the left to intercept a grabbing hand. 

"So what's wrong with taking the back streets?"

The crowd was beginning to thin, and Bakugo was felt glad as he stumbled left and out of the way of a laser. This wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be. These weren't the big bosses, though. These were mere lackies. Sort of like at the USJ. Only five of the villains there were real threats, the rest easily begin blown to bits by his explosive quirk. These guys were the same. Even so, he'd have a lot to tell Lillian later.

"You'll never know if you don't go,"

Chad whipped out a pistol, grimacing as blood splattered across his face. His leg was bleeding profusely, so they'd need to wrap this up soon. He was glad Bakugo had agreed to come. It halved the crowd easily, leaving him with less of a burden to handle.

"You'll never shine if you don't glow,"

Bakugo grinned, laughing to himself as he pulled the pin out of one of his gauntlets. He could see the faces of the crowd before him pale just before they were blow back, sent flying into the distant walls of the warehouse with loud clangs. He whirled around and charged towards Chad, ready to wipe out his crowd too as the blood-covered Uber Eats Driver slipped around an individual with four eyes, jamming the butt of his gun into the back of their head hard enough to make them collapse.

"Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play,"

"Move aside!" Bakugo grinned, voice barely audible over the rippling bang of Chad's pistol going off and the music blasting in the background. Chad ducked under someone's hand, which had morphed into a blade of some sort, and twisted out of the way as Bakugo yanked out the pin.

"Hey now, you're a rock start, get the show on, get paid,"

The group seemed to shriek collectively as a powerful blast shot from his grenade gauntlet. Bakugo barely registered Chad's hand against his back, stopping him from sliding back as the heat blasted from his palm. Bodies flew like rag dolls through the air. Bakugo felt a wisp of sickness when he realized he'd used this exact move against Deku, even if it was more toned down and was powered by a lot less sweat.

"All that glitters is gold,"

"I'll call it in. Then we're out of here." Chad checked his watch, absentmindedly firing at a few stragglers off to the side who looked too terrified to move. "Eri should be waking up soon anyway. I made sure she stayed up extra late and had a shit ton of sugar so she'd crash hard. Even if she is awake, The Termination will keep an eye on her."

"Only shooting stars break the mold,"

"I still don't know what the fuck that is." Bakugo grinned, breathing heavily. His hands and arms burned, the nerves prickling from the strength of the explosions he'd been setting off since they got here. His chest heaved, but Chad seemed perfectly fine as he whipped out a disposable phone and dialed the police. Lillian had said Chad was a badass. Bakugo would never doubt the girl again.

"It's a cool place and they say it gets colder, you're bundled up now, wait till you get older,"

"Detective Tsukauchi speaking." A tired voice came through Chad's phone after only a few rings, and Bakugo perked up slightly at the name. That was the same fucker who came after the USJ attack and asked them questions, wasn't it? He'd ask someone later. Probably Lillian, seeing as he'd die before contacting any of the other extras in his class. Come to think of it, he was thinking about Lillian a lot lately. He'd need to fix that. Friendship could get disgusting.

"But the meteor men beg to differ, judging by the whole in the satellite picture,"

"Yo, hero Chad speaking. You remember me?" Chad checked.

"The ice we skate is getting pretty thin,"

"Oh, yeah. You're the man with the gun quirk." Tsukauchi sounded only a little more awake, if not a bit confused. Probably the music. Bakugo's eyes scanned the area, looking for any signs of movement. Some with gunshot wounds were trying to drag themselves away, but Chad had aimed for the knees. They wouldn't be getting up any time soon.

"The water's getting warm so you might as well swim."

"Radical. So you know that warehouse near the Fifth North Bank Harbor? I think? It's abandoned and shit." Chad said vaguely, inspecting his pistol idly. Bakugo pulled out his phone to make sure it was okay. He saw a text from Lillian telling him to let her know he wasn't dead when they finished taking down this Yakuza location. He grinned to himself, unlocking his phone. He'd be damned if he didn't tell her about this. It's not like he was ever going to tell his mother.

"My world's on fire, how about yours?"

"Yeah... what about it?" Tsukauchi asked apprehensively.

"That's the way I like it and I never get bored."

"Yeah, you may want to send like... all your squad cars. And every ambulance you can get. Also, contact Sir Nighteye's agency. He's the one on the Yakuza case isn't he? Hell if I know. I thought he was looking into that drug shit." Chad shrugged to himself, shoving his pistol back into his waistband once he was sure it was cool enough not to burn him. He heard Tsukauchi inhale.

"Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play,"

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"What's it like interning with the Number Three Hero?" The reporter asked carefully. Hawks and Shoto, both disheveled, were in a cafe sitting the corner. They looked exhausted, with dark bags under their eyes, messy hair, and dirt covering them that proved they weren't stopping to clean themselves up between villain attacks. Shoto blinked slowly at the weirded out reporter and his cautious camera man.

"...'s great." Shoto managed to grumble out before tilting his head back and beginning to chug his coffee. Hawks stared at him in a slight daze before looking down sleepily at his cup. With a languid blink, he also lifted his cup and tilted his head back, beginning to gulp down his large caffeinated beverage. The reporter and camera man both watched with a mixture of awe, disgust, and horror displayed on their faces. He was sure the people they were broadcasting live to were the same.

Shoto finished first, slamming his empty cup back down on the table and taking a breath. Hawks was quick to follow, looking ruffled and a little more awake. Shoto blinked, eyes wide and pupils blown. The reporter and camera man both inched back when the two males both stood up. They looked as though they'd both received an electric shock.

"How much caffeine was that?" Shoto asked, voice breathy.

"Too much." Hawks whispered. "I heard someone was knocking down buildings in the district to the west of us."

"Let's go." Shoto said, and then they were gone, rushing for the door of the cafe and leaving the reporter and camera man standing there wondering if if the pair were okay or if they were just severely dedicated to their hero work.

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LGBTQ+ pride parades were wild. Most parades were, but pride ones? Neito had chatted with raging bixsexuals, languid pans, enthusiastic gays, and spicy Lesbians. He's run into people of all sorts. Some were in polyamorous relationships, others were asexual, some were androsexual, others were hetero but here to support nonetheless, demisexuals who were here with long time lovers, and others who had transitioned from one gender to another. It was honestly inspiring.

"My parents would kill me if they knew I was here." Neito said quietly, but he was grinning. He had several rainbow lei's hanging around his neck and a rainbow flower crown to match. He'd been given bracelets, and had people take selfies with him and sign his flag. He'd been doused in multi-colored glitter and had bits of confetti stuck throughout his hair. "They're going to disown me, you know."

Jay's smile turned sadder at this when he realized that thought Neito was grinning, he also seemed to be on the verge of tears as he clenched his fist. He was terrified. Happy, but terrified. Jay could understand that. He understood it and felt mournful. Neito was a good kid. He was bright, and just discovering who he was and what he wanted to do with his life. Getting kicked out of the house for being yourself wasn't something anyone could plan for. Unfortunately, it was something that happened to a lot of kids who tried to tell their parents how they felt.

"It'll be okay, Monoma." Jay assured, drawing the blue-eyed teen's gaze to him." Your friends will support you. From what you've told me, they have an open view about these sorts of things. Plus, you have my husband and I now. I don't think you need to worry. Have fun now. Let yourself enjoy this, kid."

Neito's eyes brightened only a little, but for the Songbird hero, it was enough.

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Mr. Aizawa had taken a shower and cleaned up as much as you might expect him to. As in, not by much. He at least didn't look like he'd been crying on his couch watching videos of his long lost daughter on Hitoshi's phone for almost an entire night, give or take a few hours. That was more of a relief than anything. Seeing Mr. Aizawa looking like his usual self took some burden off Hitoshi's chest.

Aizawa was determined. First of all, he had to keep functioning. Now wasn't the time to shut down like he'd done last night. He needed to stay vigilant. That, and he needed to be in good health if he wanted to hope for custody of her. They wouldn't just hand it over because he was her blood father or temporary guardian. 

"Neither of us have slept." Hitoshi noted as they walked down the street. Hitoshi had texted his parents to let them know he was fine before passed out for half an hour or so. He was pretty sure Mr. Aizawa just looked through Lillian's baby pictures the whole time though. If that's what the guy wanted to do with his time, who was Hitoshi to stop him? So long as he wasn't sobbing and having a pity fest, it was all good. Only... well, the purple-haired boy hadn't expected to be woken up and dragged out the door to a shopping district.

"I am aware, but I need your help." Aizawa pulled him into a furniture store. "She's going to live with me."

"My mom isn't going to like that." Hitoshi said in a warning tone. Aizawa's drawl look told the teen that the tired man really didn't care. "Fine, but you're digging your own grave. What do you need me for?"

"You know her well. Don't worry about prices." Aizawa said simply as they made a bee-line for the bed section. Hitoshi blinked a few times, brow furrowing. They were... buying Lillian things for her new bedroom? That is, assuming Mr. Aizawa could pry Lillian from his mother's hands. The woman was already pretty resistant to the idea of her moving out. They'd been trying to clear the guest room for her when internships happened so she didn't have to share with two, sometimes three if Neito was around, boys.

"Isn't this something you should do with her?" Hitoshi raised a brow. Aizawa raised one back.

"She would resist and choose the cheapest things she could find." He shrugged. "It's only rational that I'd bring you along. You know what to pick that she'll like. That way she doesn't have to stress." 

"Fair point. You seem like you know her pretty well too, though." Hitoshi pointed out. 

"Not risking it." Aizawa gave him a sharp look. "It has to be perfect."

The only response Hitoshi had was to put his hands up in surrender.

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The police were outside clearing the crowd when the call came in.

"Hello, listener! How can we help you today?" Mic asked cheerfully. He was going to take Lillian out for a late lunch and then maybe they could go check on Aizawa. Knowing him, he was probably freaking out, so there was no telling how he'd react to seeing Lillian. He didn't want Lillian to freak out and think he wasn't okay either. The freckled girl seemed relieved that Hitoshi was with the man, but Mic wasn't risking anything. 

"I've actually got a question for Lillian." The voice was hesitant and bordering on begrudging. They cleared their throat. They were clearly a man, though determining the age was impossible. "You may be somewhat of a badass but... what's your opinion on Endeavor, kid?"

Mic watched something in Lillian change. There wasn't the same recognition that lit up her eyes when she could finish a reference, nor was their a shy yet contemplation expression twisting at her lips. This wasn't an expression he'd ever seen on her face before. It was anger, but not the same kind she'd had when dragging Mineta into the teacher work room. This was sour and cold. A silent rage that sat, waiting obediently to be utilized. It was dangerous, and he didn't know why she had it.

Lillian took a deep breath, her voice steely. "Now let me tell you something about that mother fucking piece of shit-" 

Mic choked on a mouthful of granola bar at the same time the man on the other end erupted with surprised yet joyful laughter.