Third person pov

Hizashi had a huge issue. He wasn't sick or anything, nor was he having financial trouble. No, this wasn't so simple. This involved his radio show. He'd been broadcasting daily ever since he was in high school, consistent in his streaming to the public and never missing a day. If he couldn't make it, he always had a sidekick come on to at least play some music. It had always been fairly simple and pleasant like that. Not at all stressful like it was now. He didn't blame Lillian for it at all or anything of that sort. It wasn't her fault. 

His viewers were fuming. They weren't particularly mad at him, but they did have demands that he wasn't sure how to meet. Of course he missed Lillian being on the show too. Though she'd only participated or a week, he felt like he'd lost something important. It was lonely and empty and the studio without her curled up on the couch or ranting about how much Endeavor sucked absolute ass. He wished she could come back, but he knew she couldn't. Not right now at least. Perhaps he could convince her to come on during the weekend...

Midterms were coming up, and Lillian was on the grind. She looked deader and deader every day he saw her. With only two weeks to go until their tests, Mic couldn't blame her. There was also apparently something going on with Neito that was stressing even Hitoshi out. The blonde seemed just as chipper as he usually was, but even Mic noticed that he was paler, with prominent bags under his eyes and such of the like. Not to mention that detective from the USJ, Naomasa, was seen around them a lot for whatever reason.

Aizawa wouldn't tell him what had Lillian so stressed out. That either meant he was being a trivial bitch who didn't want to share his amazing daughter, or it was confidential. Because Mic was petty as all hell, he was willing to bet it was the former-

Mic wasn't the only one concerned, oh no. Unbeknownst to literally everyone, save for Shoto who was too perceptive for his own good at rare times, Bakugo was absolutely losing his shit. Lillian was awake at odd hours of the day, he'd tried to get her to study with him several times only for her to say she was too tired, and she looked pretty much dead on her feet! And he had no idea why. She wouldn't say a peep, and it was pissing him off. Not even Chad would tell him what the fuck was up, only sending selfies of himself and Vlad covered in blood giving peace signs. It was infuriating.

Why the fuck wouldn't she just tell him? She'd told him everything else. About Aizawa being her dad, and her anxiety, and all that shit! What he was trying to say was that there was trust there. They were friends, and... and friends told each other all sorts of fuckmuncher drama shit, right? He'd never seen her look so emotionally... just not there. It was like she was some sort of zombie, and her bestie turnip fucker was no different. He always heard them muttering to one another whenever they got the chance, and it was the same with that Icyhot bastard. If they knew, why couldn't he?

They still texted. Lillian was an evasive little shit. She really knew how to redirect the conversation when she wanted to. It wasn't until after the texting was over that he even realized she'd done it, she was just that slick. He wasn't sure if he should be proud or frustrated. Maybe both. Either way, it didn't change the fact that she was avoiding the point. The issue! The one he could probably help with, because he was amazing at everything, including friendship. He could be the best damn friend she ever had if she just let him.

Truth be told, Lillian wasn't actually all that stressed. Midterms were coming up, and god knows she and Hitoshi were both overthinking those, but it wasn't as bad as it could be. She and her friends had been needlessly cramming in a desperate attempt to pass. The practical exam was rumored to be robots, which only freaking Hitoshi out further, along with Neito who couldn't do much without other people around him. Lillian was less than inclined to believe they'd actually repeat something they'd already gone through. UA was so extra, it was bound to be something more unique.

Over the past week, Detective Tsukauchi had been adopted. He all but lived at Mihoko's house, working with Rei to gather evidence and such to put Endeavor behind bars. Rei was also an easy fit into the family, and so far, Enji showed no signs of knowing his wife was out of the mental ward he'd forced her into. When he got those divorce papers in the mail, he was going to be in for a huge shock. Lillian wasn't sure she wanted to know how Tsukauchi had gotten a court to divorce them without the signature of the other spouse. Was that even legal? it didn't matter. Rei Todoroki was now Rei Yukiharu, and that was that.

They were all trying to piece together what had happened to Neito. The blonde hadn't had anymore memories spring up, and maybe that was for the best right now. The look on his face when he recalled Jay's death was haunting. It sent shivers shooting straight down Lillian's spine. She was sure the teen would be having nightmares about it if he actually slept. Sometimes, she'd be sure Neito had nodded off, only for him to pop up at the drop of a hat as though he'd never drifted away at all. The bags under his eyes told her he definitely wasn't getting all the rest he needed. The way he acted said otherwise.

Neito was just as energetic as ever. Maybe a tad more traumatized than before, but he was still him. His strong personality seemed to persevere through the fog whatever he'd been through had brought in. He worked hard to be as normal as possible, but they'd all felt the devastating shift. Lillian didn't want to pretend things were alright when they very clearly weren't, but she wasn't going to bring that up. Neito would deal with it in his own way when he was ready, and they'd be there for him.

"Lillian." Her dad's voice cut through her muddled thoughts, and she blinked. Neito not sleeping had led to herself and Hitoshi staying up far later than they should have just to keep him company most nights. Shoto normally passed out without a care in the world. Lillian was slightly envious, but understanding. Shoto did love his naps. "Come see me after class." 

Lillian felt herself nod, blinking tiredly. A few people glanced back at her with mild concern, their gazes bouncing off her before she could even process them. The first few days of her being here had left the school in an uproar. Neito had delved dramatically into the idea of being a body guard, dragging both Hitoshi and Shoto into it. She'd gotten love confessions, requests for autographs, selfies, videos. It was all so insane she wasn't sure what to do other than panic and avoid it. Not the best response, but she felt painfully unequipped to deal with such things. So she sort of just... ignored and avoided them. Not the best defense mechanism, but at least she was still functioning.

Having Hitoshi in her class was a godsend. They did pretty much everything together as he slowly adapted to the heroics department. They paired up for training, sat with one another when it was allowed, and talked pretty much non-stop, shooting off meme references and jabbering on about trivial things nobody else understood. The friendship they shared was strong, and anyone who took even a glance at them could tell. Shoto of course joined in as well, but he gravitated more towards Izuku. If his sparkling eyes were anything to go off of, he had a major crush. Lillian and Hitoshi were all there for it.

The one thing that hadn't changed all that much was English class. While it was definitely different, as more of her third-year classmates seemed to recognize her from Mic's show and want to interact with her, it was also similar enough to the way it had been before that she felt some sense of normalcy. Sure, Mic insisted on taking selfies with her left and right in a frantic attempt to sate his viewer's hunger. They were bloodthirsty. That one Endeavor hater Lillian had become such good friends with called in every day, annoyed and asking where the fuck she was and if she was okay.

She'd begun to talk more with Mirio, Amajiki, and Nejire. They'd taken the first year midterms before, after all, and boy did they have tips to give. Their studying suggestions were the definition of god, and they knew all the best places to get resources. She'd just about fallen to her knees to worship the ground Mirio walked on when he sent her a list of links that would help her. Amajiki had made the most strangled choking sound she'd ever heard when she hugged him and thanked him profusely. 

Class ended, and Lillian took her time getting her things. Hitoshi gave her a nod and a two-finger salute before following Shoto out of the room. The half-and-half boy was probably off to go see Hawks again, to advice him on how to stay in the number two spot. While it was highly unlikely Endeavor would ever retain his former glory, it was better to be safe rather than sorry. Hawks was very carefully keeping on top of his hero work. He too had grown some amount of resentment towards the flame hero as well.

Lillian offered her dad a timid smile, and he smiled back. The relationship between them hadn't strained or become awkward like Lillian had feared it might. Things were just... normal, and she liked it. He certainly felt like her dad. She was a bit afraid to call him that, as she wasn't sure what his view on this whole thing was. Did he actually want her, or was he doing this out of moral obligation? Did he really like her, or was she trippin? Bakugo insisted the man did indeed adore her, but Lillian was skeptical. Bakugo could barely sort through his own emotions most of the time.

"Have a good day?" Aizawa checked as he gathered his papers. Lillian was looking more and more worn out by the day, but assured him that she was perfectly fine and functioning fine. He still felt fidgety. He couldn't count the amount of times he'd texted Mihoko asking if Lillian had eaten, if she was showering, drinking enough water, getting enough sleep, stuff of that sort. He asked about Monoma and Shinso's sexualities, squinted at Todoroki, and frowned at Chad. It was really quite exhausting, but worth it. Lillian would always be worth it.

"Y-Yeah, it was nice." Lillian smiled at him, eyes bright. "H-How was yours?"

"Pretty good, kiddo." He ruffled her hair. It was something he'd started to do recently, and it made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Lillian wasn't sure how she felt about her hair being messed up, but it was such a rat's nest on its own that she didn't think she minded all that much. Instead, she beamed up at her father. It was weird to think that this was her dad. A part of her wondered if it had truly sunk in for her yet.

"Wh-What did you want to talk about?" She asked carefully. Aizawa faltered for a moment.

"I..." He cleared his throat a bit. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to move in with me, Lillian."

Lillian stared at him for a moment, processing.

Oh.

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Lillian exited the classroom with a thoughtful look on her face. Her dad had made it very clear that she didn't have to decide now, and that she was under no obligation to move in with him at all. Thinking about Mihoko and how crowded the room she shared with her friends was now, she found herself thinking deeply about what to do. The freckled girl was so focused she didn't even notice Bakugo leaning up against the wall, his hands shoved in his pockets. Not until he cleared his throat anyway.

She jumped about a foot in the air, eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, all she could do was stare and search for words. Bakugo never approached her at school or tried to make contact outside of their texting. Not to her knowledge, anyway. Sure, he asked her to study a few times, but never had he attempted approaching her. That meant she was at a loss as to what to do and what to say.

"U-Uh... h-hi, Bakugo?" Lillian tried. That was socially correct, right? Or was saying 'hello' better? Was she even supposed to acknowledge him? There was no telling why he cleared his throat. It probably wasn't even meant for her. He was going to be disgusted that she'd initiated contact! Was it too late to run away? No, that was rude. Or was trying to talk to him rude as well? God, she wasn't good at this. She actually wasn't good at anything, but that was besides the point! Right here, right now, she was going to absolutely die-

"Stop panicking and shit, Freckles. We're going to my house to study." He slung his bag over his shoulder and spun on his heel with a huff. Lillian gazed after the red-eyed boy as he began down the hall before faintly realizing he probably expected her to follow. But what about Hitoshi, Neito, and Shoto? They were probably waiting for her! "I can feel your damn worry from here. I bumped into your dumbass friends and told them you were studying with me."

Bakugo snarled it out, but it somehow managed to lack malice nonetheless as Lillian fell into step just behind him. Almost immediately, he shifted and slowed so that they were side by side rather than her simply trailing after him. The girl really did try not to start sweating. She just couldn't help it! Her chest tightened, and her throat squeezed, and she had no idea what to do. Bakugo was her friend, but they just didn't hang out ever. All Lillian needed to do was adjust to his presence, that's all! Yeah... super simple...

"...Why the fuck do you look like I just kicked your fucking puppy into the sun?" Bakugo asked after a moment when he realized Lillian looked like she'd just witnessed something truly horrifying. Demanding she come to his house to study was a bit direct of him, but he was a direct fucking person, so it was fine. Lillian was too indecisive. That, and she was literal ball of nervous energy. She would have blown a fuse if Bakugo phrased it as a request.

"You kicked my puppy into the sun?" Lillian gasped before she could stop herself. She'd just heard so many similar things over text from him, it was easy to react. "Bakugo, how could you?"

He grinned almost maliciously at her as they approached the front of the school. Sure enough, her friends were nowhere in sight. Bakugo must've really told them to buzz off. She'd have to apologize on his behalf later. Though, Lillian was sure her friends probably didn't care. Neito thought Bakugo was "a grade A ass canister" while Hitoshi described him as "that one grenade that goes off even without the pin being pulled." Shoto just looked confused and called him, in simple terms, and asshole.

"So you gonna tell me why the fuck the caterpillar wanted to talk to you?" Bakugo asked, holding the door for her. Lillian paused in time to furrow her brows at him.

"The what?" She whispered, stepping outside. Bakugo followed with a snort.

"Your dad, Freckles. Who the fuck else?" He flicked some of her hair. To his surprise, she didn't even flinch. They'd never really had physical contact before. Bakugo felt himself smirk. Bet half the assholes in their class couldn't talk to her like this without freaking her out. Hell, she didn't talk to half of them. It was those idiot's loss, he guessed. Lillian was the only one in 1-A worth two fucks.

"He asked if I wanted to move in with him." Lillian admitted a bit sheepishly. Bakugo felt his heart skip a beat. If she moved in with Aizawa, she wouldn't live with the Icyhot bastard, that blond fuck, and the turnip bitch. She'd probably have her own room, and even if she didn't, at least she wouldn't be sharing a space with three teenage boys. The thought of it made him shiver a bit every time. He was pretty damn sure Icyhot had the hots for Deku, and the blonde shithead was definitely gay, but what about the turnip? It's not that he really cared or anything like that. Of course not. He just didn't think Lillian should be in that sort of space!

"You should. He's your dad and shit, right?" Bakugo shrugged. Lillian nodded slightly, frowning a bit to herself. The blonde gave an indignant huff. "Look, it ain't like those dumbasses are going anywhere. You can still go see them and shit. You have social anxiety, right? Well anxious people like that need space and shit sometimes!"

Lillian gave him an odd look. "H-How do you know that?"

"I read forty-two fucking articles, that's how." Bakugo scoffed, his cheeks heating slightly when Lillian raised her brows. "Shut the fuck up!"

"I-I didn't say anything!"

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Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugo were both proud parents. Their son went to the prestigious UA high, and he was on his way to becoming one of the best heroes Japan had ever seen. While they had been a bit concerned for him, considering his temper and all, UA seemed to have some sort of calming effect on him. As of late, his overall rage had dropped considerably. He seemed less frustrated with himself and the people around him. It was more of a relief than either of the boy's parents realized it would be. Though he seemed to be spending more time on his phone and staying up later, at least he wasn't blowing shit up for no real reason anymore. 

Masaru was home early from work when Katsuki came home, while Mitsuki was in the kitchen. Katsuki coming home usually went one of two ways. Either the teen would slip in without either of them noticing, or he'd slam open the door, kick off his shoes, then slam the door shut and stomp off to his stairs. There really wasn't an in between. Or at least, that's what they'd thought before now. They'd never expected there to be, and didn't tend to bother the blonde about it all too much.

The door swung open, and actual noise caught their attention. 

"Vlad is not a fucking 'national treasure'. Aren't you scared of fuck of those things?" Their son's voice caught their attention. He sounded amused as the sound of him kicking off his shoes echoed through the otherwise silent house. Slowly, Masaru lowered his drink, and Mitsuki's head appeared around the corner as she peered towards the entryway curiously. Katsuki hadn't had company since... well, since he and Izuku were kids. He'd been a longer ever since breaking away from the cheerful boy.

"Vlad's different! Chad gave him directions, and he flew take out to us." Lillian recalled. Masaru blinked at the new development, and Mitsuki's eyes went wide. A girl? Their son had brought home a girl? Christ, Mitsuki wasn't trained for this. She was wearing sweat pants, not at all presentable! Count on the brat not to tell her he was bringing home a girl. She shuffled into the living room hesitantly, still contemplating rushing off to try and wrangle herself into a skirt or maybe some dreams.

"He did what?" Katsuki appeared, face twisted with confusion. The girl in question popped out from behind him, peering up at him with a small grin and raised eyebrows. Mitsuki and Masaru recognized her immediately from the Sports Festival. Not to mention she'd apparently given her son her second-place medal. Mitsuki felt herself smile widely, glee sparking in her eyes.

"He crashed through our window on fire, but it was worth it for that orange chicken." Lillian said offhandedly. Her eyes landed on Masaru first, and then Mitsuki. "O-Oh! U-Uh, I-I-"

"Jesus fuck, calm your tits. It's just my dad and the hag." Katsuki scoffed.

"You said that wrong." Lillian said distractedly. "You should have told me to Hakuna my Tatas." 

"Shut up." Bakugo hissed, face going red. Lillian's own face went red when Masaru stood up, also smiling brightly. Mitsuki was zeroing in like a heat seeking missile, her eyes locked on Lillian. The girl cleared her throat. She really needed to filter herself. Especially since she was intruding in their home! Not very cash money of her. Had Bakugo told them she was coming? Considering he just called his own mother a hag, she somehow doubted it. Wait, Bakugo had just called his own mother a hag-

"I'm Mitsuki Bakugo, and this is my husband, Masaru! Don't mind the brat. He never brings anyone over, so he doesn't know how to behave. The little mongrel." Mitsuki laughed, waving Katsuki off as she grabbed Lillian's hands in her own. Bakugo's face went red with barely-suppressed anger and embarrassment. "You must be Lillian! His classmate!"

"I-It's a p-please t-to meet y-you?" Lillian choked out, though it seemed more like a question than not. "S-Sorry for intruding!" 

"I invited you, dumbass. It's not intruding." Katsuki grabbed onto her arm, tugging at her in an attempt to nudge her away from his mother. Mitsuki wasn't budging, and Lillian was paralyzed. She clearly had no idea what to do. Bakugo should have come in first and then opened his window for her. Lillian had definitely done some weird shit before. Climbing through a window would be nothing.

"That was an invite?" Lillian narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you sure?"

"I love her already." Mitsuki seemed to decide. "Want to see some of Katsuki's baby pictures?"

Bakugo's eyes widened in horror as his father pleasantly went off to retrieve their albums. Lillian's eyes sparked, anxiety fading out slightly. She looked Bakugo in the eyes with a grin, squeezing his mother's hands back very deliberately: "Oh boy do I ever."

Vaguely, it occurred to Katsuki that maybe bringing Lillian here was a bad idea.

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Uhhhh I posted Mind Boggled