Third person pov

"Bakugo, you were so cute." Lillian frowned as she gazed at the four year old Katsuki. "What happened?"

Mitsuki howled with laughter. She honest to god adored this kid. When her son had come home with that medal, she'd assumed the worst! That maybe he'd taken it or somehow unintentionally pressured her into giving it to him. But no, that wasn't the case at all. Lillian was perfectly fine with Katsuki. She and her son were friends. How long had it been since Katsuki had a real friend? Not just some follower? Not to mention she hadn't seen her little boy blush in years. This girl was doing things to him, and Mitsuki was reveling in it.

Lillian liked Bakugo's parents. Masaru was low-key, but Mitsuki was scarily similar to Bakugo. It was easy to see who he took after. It was interesting to see how unaffected Katsuki's dad was by it all. The bantering and cursing rolled off him like water off a duck's back. She supposed maybe he was just used to it. She'd gotten used to Bakugo's temper well enough. It didn't really bother her anymore. Maybe it's because she knew how soft he was underneath it. He was way better than people realized! She understood why the "Bakusquad" hung out with him so much despite his telling them to fuck off.

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean, you little shit?!" Katsuki's voice lacked threat. Lillian just raised an eyebrow at him, looking down at the album, and then up at him again almost suspiciously. So far, they hadn't studied for shit. Lillian had said some things in English Katsuki was pretty sure were less than polite, but he couldn't be sure. His dad had choked on his coffee. The young blonde had almost forgotten his father spoke four languages. It didn't matter. Freckled and the Hag were bonding, and he didn't like it!

"Nothing, nothing. Don't worry about it. At least your cheeks are still squishy." Lillian paused, frowning. "That sounded vaguely sexual. I mean your face, just in case."

Mitsuki fell into another bout of howling laughter that made Katsuki's eye twitch, and Masaru hid his smile behind his mug. Lillian was fitting in perfectly. She didn't bat an eye at Katsuki's temper, nor his mother's. Their cursing did nothing to sway her, which was mildly concerning but also appreciated. Trying to correct their language was like initiating a train crash. A shit ton of people died and something exploded. You really just didn't want to go there. Masaru liked her!

"I bet you were an ugly as shit baby." Katsuki grumbled, massaging one of his cheeks self consciously. Squishy? His... His face wasn't squishy. Fuck her! Her face was squishy! She looked like... a puppy! Yeah! A round, big-eyed puppy. 

"I wouldn't know that, now would I?" Lillian quipped. He groaned.

"I brought you here to study and to- and to fucking interrogate your sorry ass! Not so you could get into cahoots with the fucking hag!" Bakugo threw his hands up in exasperation, and Lillian raised an eyebrow for what felt like the millionth time. Interrogate? That was new. She really didn't know what she was still doing here. The sun was beginning to set, and that wasn't a good thing. Mihoko had driven Rei to the police station to meet up with Tsukauchi, which meant nobody was there to watch the boys. Hajime was at work. Who knows the state the house would be in when she got back...

"Be nice, Katsuki! She's our guest!" Mitsuki nagged, grinning ferociously. Katsuki's expression was nothing short of venomous. 

"Yeah, Katsuki." Lillian teased. Bakugo's face immediately caught aflame, but Lillian was already looking back at the album. Mitsuki's grin widened as she openly stared at him. Masaru was far more subtle about it. "Look, it's little Izuku! Shoto would die if I showed him this."

Bakugo ground his teeth, ears hot. His glared harshly at his mother's sly look, and snarled at his father's grin. What the fuck was up with them anyway? They were hovering around and giving him all these weird looks. And now Lillian was all up in his damn baby pictures. He wasn't fucking cute. No, you know what?! She was the fucking cute one! How about that? Fucking- she was adorable, not him. Fuck her. He should call her that, see how she likes it. 

"You're looking a bit angry there, son." Masaru piped up. Both Mitsuki and Lillian turned to the flustered, pissed off Bakugo. Honestly, he was so done. He just wanted answers as to why Lillian looked like a fucking zombie, and now they were here. It was pissing him the hell off! Why did that hag always have to ruin everything? He could have answers right now. Know why Freckles looked so dead and droopy. He would know what she wasn't telling him for some reason, and why! And her weird ass friends weren't even here to ruin it or carry her off.

"A-Are you okay?" Lillian's brow furrowed slightly, and his mother gave him a dry look almost immediately. Bakugo hissed at her. 

"Tell me why the fuck you look like an insomniac hobo who looks like they just sat in shit!" Bakugo demanded. Mitsuki raised an eyebrow, and even Masaru seemed taken aback. "You've been hiding shit from me. I can fucking tell. I'm not blind."

"Katsuki, that's-" Mitsuki prepared to stand, but Lillian cut her off by closing the album and getting up abruptly. Bakugo stood as well, staring her down with a half-glare. Could she see that he was just worried? He was just being the best fucking friend on the entire damn planet. She looked dead on her damn feet. Was she sleeping? Would she pass the exams? If she didn't, she wouldn't get to go to the fucking summer camp! Then he'd be stuck there alone with a bunch of idiots without anyone halfway decent, and that would suck ass.

"I-It's okay, M-Mrs. Bakugo. I... Th-This is something h-he and I need to discuss in p-private. It involved... s-sensitive... i-information..." Lillian looked pained as she said this, and Bakugo tensed considerably. Sensitive information? As in shit was classified? Why the fuck didn't she just say that?! Then he wouldn't be badgering her! He'd just worry over in the corner because he wasn't an idiot who tried to meddle in legal affairs. Excusing the whole Chad internship. That was probably definitely illegal, but it was fucking fine. The cops hadn't gotten to him yet. He actually wondered why that was... did they not know he interned with the man?

"Fine." Bakugo spat, stomping past his parents. Lillian jumped slightly but followed, offering a shy smile and meek thank you to his concerned parents. She knew Bakugo wouldn't hurt her intentionally. He was harsh, but he was a good person. Definitely an asshole, but he was getting around that... sort of. Lillian didn't know. She liked Bakugo, though! He was sweet in his own way, and he did care despite his seemingly constant state of anger. He could joke around and be generally chill too if you let him.

As expected, Bakugo's room was neat and simple. Not at all like the bedroom Lillian had grown so used to. It lacked chaos. Lillian felt herself smile a little when she saw the second place medal she'd given him hanging over his desk. Honestly, she'd expected him to throw it out or something, maybe discard it somewhere else. That was before talking to him, though she hadn't really thought all too much about the second place medal since then. They forced Mr. Aizawa to keep the First, and had the Third for themselves. Neito claimed it represented the original meme three. 

Lillian glanced nervously at Bakugo as he all but slammed the door shut, huffing. Telling Bakugo had crossed her mind. Her friends had discouraged it, but had assured her that they wouldn't be upset if she decided she did want to. It was her choice. However, it was Neito's story to tell, not hers. Despite the blonde's reassurance that she could confide in any of her friends if she so chose, she still felt uneasy. But now Bakugo had decided to corner her, a true testament to how much he cared, and there was no way out. She wasn't sure she wanted to back out anyway. She talked to Bakugo on the daily and had trusted him with a lot of things! Surely Lillian could trust him with this too.

"So." Bakugo bit out after a moment of silence. He plopped down on the bed, making a big show of scooting over. An implication for her to sit, no doubt. "The fuck's got you fucked?"

"How eloquently put." Lillian said with clear sarcasm as she sat next to him. He shot a glare at her, but it was more questioning than annoyed. Briefly, he wondered if he should back off. Lillian could stand up for herself sometimes, but did he really want to risk pressuring her and ruck up their relationship? Lillian took a deep breath before he could really say anything. "U-Uh, well... N-Neito was murdered."

"...What the fuck?"

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"So, what did you guys need help with?" Izuku had been invited over to the Shinso household for... something. He'd been here a few times, but he'd never stayed long. Lillian was apparently out, as were Shinso's parents and Todoroki's mother. He'd been told to come over a few hours after getting out of school, so he'd had plenty of time to change clothes and such of that like. He'd been sort of excited hearing that they needed him for something. The last two times had been pretty fun and really, really out there. It could get pretty exhilarating!

"First, we have a few questions." Hitoshi said, almost in a formal manner. They stood in the hallway outside the bathroom. Shoto was taking a shower inside, unassuming of their plan. Izuku didn't know either, and nobody was here to stop them. Lillian probably would have told them it was a bad idea, because it totally was, and they begrudgingly would have let the idea go. But she was off in candy land with the Blast Fuck-- they'd kill him if he did anything other than help her study-- which left them free to do as they pleased without a voice of reason!

"What do you think of Shoto?" Neito leaned forward, blue eyes almost seeming to glow in the dimly lit hall. Izuku felt a shudder race down his spine. Was Monoma always so intimidating?! "Do you like him?"

"I-I mean, of course-" Izuku sputtered, but he was cut off by Hitoshi, who loomed over him like an otherworldly entity. If Neito's eyes hadn't been glowing, Hitoshi's definitely were. It was insanely terrifying. Izuku was sure his heart would beat out of his chest at any given moment. He looked like a purple, demented plant! A tree with a severe deformity! A creepypasta gone wrong! Though the eyes thing was pretty cool. He considered taking notes for a brief moment before brushing it off. Not the time to comment on the glowing eyes of his two peers! 

"No, not like that. Romantically." Hitoshi grinned sharply. Izuku's eyes went wide, and his face turned red without hesitation. Neito and Hitoshi shared a look. That was answer enough for them. Izuku didn't show confusion, and this wasn't the embarrassed type of flustered. Midoriya looked straight up called out. His shoulders were scrunched to his ears, and he'd frozen with his mouth slightly open as though to say something despite the fact that he had literally no words. Giving one another a nod, Neito slid around so he was behind Izuku.

"Nothing personal, kid." Neito whispered as Hitoshi threw open the bathroom door with hasty vigor. Steam wafted out, but Izuku was shoved forward before any could really get out. Shoto pulled the sliding door of the shower open slightly in question, head popping out. They saw his mismatched eyes widen just as the door was pulled shut again. Score.

"Thank us later!" Hitoshi called as Neito hastily secured the door. Hitoshi whipped out his phone. "Confrontation is always the best option! Use words, Shoto!"

"Hypocrites!" Shoto called back. Hitoshi flipped on the song before the half-and-half boy could spout off any of the horrid curses they'd learned from them. The teens grinned at each other as the song drowned out Izuku's sputtering. Truth be told, Shoto had been dancing around his crush for weeks, and literally everyone had seen Izuku's eyelashes fluttering at the taller teen, whether the freckled boy intended to or not.

"'Cause you're hot then you're cold! You're yes then you're no! You're in then you're out! You're up then you're down! You're wrong when it's right-" 

"Want to go make some tea to sip?" Hitoshi asked. Neito beamed, feeling rather warm as he did so.

"I never thought you'd ask."

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Lillian had tears dripping down her cheeks by the time she was done spouting all her worries off to Bakugo. The champagne blonde had stayed respectfully quiet as she dumped her anxieties on him. At some point he'd put an arm over her shoulder in an attempt to be comforting but now his heart was acting like it was having some sort of fucking seizure and he wasn't sure why. He brushed it off in favor of being the best fucking friend in the universe. Turnip bastard and undead fuck could suck a dick, and so could icyhot.

"S-So I guess I-I'm just worried." Lillian wrung her hands together. "A-About moving, and Neito, a-and the radio show, and e-exams, and-"

"Hey, shit'll be fine, Freckles." Bakugo cut her off, saying the first thing he had since she started her whole ramble. Lillian sniffled a bit as he squeezed her shoulder. "You're a smart fuck, and you aced the mocks. Mr. Aizawa is your dad, so don't stress about moving in with him and shit. He wouldn't ask if he didn't damn well mean it, and you need a stable place anyway. Living with those shits can't be good for you no matter how fond you are of them." 

"I-I just... I-I..." Lillian wiped furiously at her cheeks, flushing with embarrassment. Bakugo snorted slightly.

"Look, you need to be sleeping and shit. It's probably fucking that bastard up that you're not sleeping. He's dead, not fucking blind, apparently. However the hell that works. The radio show can fucking wait. It's not going anywhere. Did you forget that you were a damn student too? Prioritize." He sounded nearly scolding. Meekly, Lillian nodded. Okay, right. She should focus on studying first. She had done well on the mock exams. Not the best, but she wasn't at the bottom either. And Mr. Aizawa definitely wouldn't ask if he didn't want her to move in. That would be irrational of him. And Shinso's house and its inhabitants weren't going anywhere.

"Y-You're the best, Bakugo." Lillian ended up wailing, wrapping him in a hug before he could react. She felt him freeze, but he didn't try to push her off either so that was something. Bakugo was an amazing friend. He'd invited her over, let her see his baby pictures, let her rant, and was now allowing for physical contact. That, and he smelled like caramel. It was sort of odd. Really odd, actually, and the her from a few weeks ago would have laughed if told she'd be hugging Bakugo Katsuki and crying in the near future.

Bakugo swallowed thickly, letting his arms settle around her hesitantly. This was... weird. Not bad, but... well, he wasn't sure. His heart's seizure had progressed into something worse. What was worse than a seizure, he wasn't sure. A rave on crack? Crack that was raving? One of those, he was sure. His skin was prickling and he was sweating so much he was afraid he might detonate. 

"You should call me Katsuki." He said out of pretty much nowhere. He felt Lillian tense in his arms. Shit, that was weird. In his arms. But it was also... nice? He didn't know! He'd never hugged anyone before. Not aside from his parents, but it had been almost a full decade since he last willingly done that. And now he was sitting on his bed with Lillian letting her soak his shirt through with her tears. Lillian, his classmate, at his school. The one he texted daily and talked with on the phone for so long that they both often times fell asleep. What in hot hell? 

"A-Are you sure?" Lillian pulled back, looking conflicted. He scoffed.

"Fuck yeah. When am I not sure?" Katsuki folded his arms over his chest with a huff, and Lillian smiled a little.

"A-Alright. I guess I'm already Lillian." She said.

And then she stuck her hand down her shirt.

"Wh-What the fuck?!" Bakugo sputtered, eyes widening and face going red. His embarrassment and shock was cut off when she retrieved a very familiar snake. Jaw still dropped, he watched mutely as the reptile curled between her fingers. He was a bit bigger than when she first got him, but it was barely noticeable. 

"Th-This is Yeet." Lillian said after a moment, as though she hadn't just pulled a snake out of her boobs. Bakugo withheld the laugh threatening to bubble from his chest. This chick was so fucking weird, and he didn't know why he liked that so much. Not even liked. That other L word. He wouldn't say it. You all know what it is. He's not about that life. Bakugo was going to live in denial for a while longer. It would click eventually. Don't worry, guys.

"I noticed." Katsuki snarked. Lillian flushed slightly, looking sheepish. "Want to stay for dinner or some shit? My mother's making spicy curry."

The girl's eyes sparked.

"How spicy?"

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Bonus that's technically canon but feels out of place here I'll put it anyway:

"I don't think this is the best idea..." Mitsuki trailed off as Katsuki served Lillian her curry with a near feral grin plastered on his face. Masaru looked slightly pale, his bowl of perfectly normal curry for people with real taste buds set out before him. The food being served to Lillian was bright red hot, as was Mitsuki's and Katsuki's. 

"Katsuki..." Masaru seemed to agree, watching him stab a fork into Lillian's food. Her blue eyes shone as she gazed down at the delicious smelling meal set out before her. She'd gotten some text not to come home. Something about Izuku and Todoroki making out in the bathroom and the other being broken due to an accident with confetti? Lillian didn't want to know but she was going to wait until Izuku and Shoto were done being gay, in case she needed to pee.

"Thank you for the food!" Lillian chirped as Bakugo shoved some in his own mouth, watching her smugly. Mitsuki and Masaru held their breath, faces coated in horror as she popped some in. They watched her, waiting for some indication of pain. Instead, all she did was light up and shovel in another mouthful eagerly. Katsuki was beaming with smug pride that made Mitsuki want to wack him over the head.

"...How is it?" Mitsuki asked hesitantly.

"I-It's amazing!" Lillian blinked. "D-Do you have any Paprika?"

"Fuck yeah we do." Katsuki grinned widely. Mitsuki and Masaru prayed to all fuck this girl married their son.