Sort of a contest at the bottom but it's also like a cry for help so-

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Also y'all,,, y'aaallll, I love you all and I appreciate you reading this, and I'm so glad you're enjoying the story and all its bendy twist fucks, but stop asking when I'm going to update before I have to stab my eyeballs out. You know it takes about a week-ish. The chapters for Freeze Frame are longer than the chapters for the other books and thus take longer to write. Not only that, but I have to update other stories as well. You guys know the general amount of time it takes. Don't mc-frickin' ask. Use your woke observation skills to be like "yo,,,, every 7-9 days,,, a chapter drops" and like yote yourself like a good youngin' 

Third person pov

"It's time for summer vacation to officially begin. However... don't think these will be months of rest for you heroes-in-the-making. At this camp, we'll push you to go beyond your limits. You're aiming to become 'Plus Ultra!'." Aizawa drawled. It was finally time to leave for summer camp, and both 1-A and 1-B were ready to go... for the most part. Neito still hadn't made any appearances, though he did call on Hajime's phone every so often to check in. Hajime himself also made sure to update them daily, though they didn't have much information as to what was going on. It meant Lillian and Hitoshi both were a bit more anxious than others. Todoroki assured them that their blonde friend would surely be fine, but the idea of leaving him here alone while they went off in the woods was worrying.

"Yes, sir!" Everyone chimed. Despite the fact that they'd be taking a long bus ride, they were all still in uniform. Lillian felt fidgety wearing a skirt, her eyes scanning along her classmates uncertainly. Hitoshi was only slightly better. He hadn't really connected with his new peers yet, however. Instead he tended to over around Lillian, Shoto, and Izuku almost exclusively. Even now he had his arms folded across his chest and head ducked, both of which clear signs that he wasn't in the mood to chat.

"I-I'm a bit nervous. Do you think things will g-go well?" Lillian asked, concern swimming in her bright blue eyes. Hitoshi let out a breath of air through his nose. It was definitely a valid question. Shoto had wandered off to go bother Izuku, leaving the two of them stranded near where the self-proclaimed "Bakusquad" was hovering about. Bakugo kept glancing over, at one point cocking an eyebrow in silent question. Hitoshi kept shooting glares back, but Lillian didn't seem to notice her tired friend's hostility and would only shrug back at the champagne blonde.

"Yeah, I... don't know how I feel about leaving Neito here. I know my parents will take care of him if he needs anything, but..." Hitoshi trailed off. Neito had been through a lot lately, and they were his friends. The thought of simply not being there for him sent a shiver down his spine. The blonde teen had been with them through a lot already, and his... death had hit hard. It was weird to think that he was no longer alive. He'd seemed so... so cheerful before exams rained down on them. Like he was finally finding himself again. Now, all they had was his tired voice on the other side of a phone line.

"Y-You're right. I'm sure... I-I'm sure he'll be okay. Chad promised to keep an e-ear out, and Tsukauchi is w-with him a lot." Lillian said quietly, lowering her gaze. She was excited for summer camp. The prospect of strengthening both her body and quirk was appealing in her mind, even if she already knew it would be hell. Especially with Mr. Aizawa in charge. Still, she couldn't help but linger on all the underlying worries she had about her friend's care. Was something wrong, and that was why he was in the hospital? Was he dying completely? 

"We just need to stay strong, I guess. Yeet ourselves to summer camp and experience it so we have some stories to tell." Hitoshi gave a half smile, bumping her with his arm. Lillian hesitated, but eventually smiled back, giving a bobbing nod. He was right. There was nothing they could do, so they may as well have fun. Worrying wouldn't do any good in a situation like this. As cheesy and cliche as it sounded, Neito would want them to have the best possible time they could. 

Bakugo eyed Lillian again, huffing through his nose when he saw she was smiling. He was relieved, maybe a bit jealous. His freckled companion had been pretty scarce lately. She and the turnip bastard hadn't even come to the pool with the rest of the class, even with Aizawa up at the school. The girl hadn't even been texting as much. Sure, she'd reply, but she always seemed distracted. Less phone calls happened, and she slept a whole lot less. He knew it had to do with the undead fuck, who apparently was in the hospital for whatever reason. The guy needed to hurry the hell up and get better so Lillian would stop moping about as though it were somehow her fault. 

"Attention, Class A, our bus is here! Everyone line up in seating order!" Iida called out with several robotic gestures to emphasize. Hitoshi snorted at the 'seating order' part, because everyone knew it wasn't going to happen. Not even Aizawa was about to brave that. Speaking of which, the man was sort of freaking out internally. Not over anything in particular, but Lillian had been more withdrawn and it was sort of spooking him just a bit. Was this parenthood? Constant concern over every little thing? Aizawa was totally here for it and all, but it was beginning to make him fidgety, and Shoto had monotonously noted that he was hovering more often than usual.

They all began to gravitate towards the vehicle, most chatting idly. The girls seemed more exuberant than most, Mina and Ochako excitedly talking about all the things they'd get to do. Hitoshi hunched his shoulders and stuck close to Lillian. Like hell he'd sit with anyone else. Sure, Shoto and Izuku he'd be fine with, but the two were literally joined at the hip these days. How nobody else in class had noticed their overall gayness was beyond both him and Lillian. 

Iida tried, he really did, but the seating chart thing just wasn't going to happen. Hitoshi let Lillian have the window seat, Todoroki and Izuku sitting in the row on the other side of the walkway. They were right in the front, which would have been weird if not for the fact that Aizawa was the one driving. They'd gotten a bit more familiar with him, seeing as he was Lillian's father and all. Even Izuku felt more comfortable around the gruff man, though they all still called him "Mr. Aizawa" for the most part. Anything else would feel wrong.

Bakugo took the seat directly behind Lillian, Kirishima plopping down next to him with a toothy grin as Kaminari and Sero slid into the seats adjacent. The bus immediately flooded with noise as Aizawa sighed and got the bus started. He glanced at his daughter in the rear view mirror, watching her lean out to catch the earbuds Shoto was tossing her. She looked okay for the most part. If she started crying, he had tissues, chocolate, and a plethora of other candies as well as a really fuzzy blanket in the emergency bag he'd carried on. Better safe than sorry.

"Look at all those chickens." Hitoshi said in a tone nearly fond as Lillian leaned back again, propping herself against the wall of the bus so she could better face her friend.

"What, so no head?" Lillian raised an eyebrow, freezing when the bus suddenly jerked to a halt before it could pull out of UA's driveway. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make Hitoshi wheeze out a quiet laugh. The freckled girl immediately elbowed him, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Her phone dinged, drawing her eyes to it. It was from Bakugo. All it said was 'smooth'. She could pretty much feel his smirk without having to turn around and look over the top of the seat.

Cyndaquil:
Good fucking job

Useless Twig:

Literally fuck off

Cyndaquil:
I will pour water down your back

Useless Twig:

I'll freeze you and draw a mustache on your face

Cyndaquil:
You don't have the balls

Useless Twig:
Well you don't have the vagina

Cyndaquil:
What the fuck? Was that a threat?

"Here's the deal." Aizawa suddenly said as they began down the road, drawing her attention away from her phone. Hitoshi snatched the earbuds from her so he could start up their playlist, giving them not only entertainment, but also a way to drown out the normies. "We'll be on this bus about an hour before our first stop. Make sure you stay focused." 

Lillian pressed her lips together firmly as her father peered back. She could see the last of his will to live die out when he realized literally no one was listening. Shoto was already nodding off, and Izuku really wasn't doing much better seeing as he was on the half-and-half boy's heated side. The cacophony of noise was enough to give even the most patient a migraine. Seriously, teenagers were bad, but Class 1-A really did set a high bar on the overall irritation scale. Iida wasn't even sitting down, Kaminari was talking way too loudly, Aoyama wasn't sitting either, hence why Iida was even up, Ashido had gotten some acid on her seat and Ochako had almost touched the bus with all five fingers and was still freaking out over it.

"Hey, why aren't we blastin' some music?" Kaminari asked loudly. Aizawa just sighed and turned back around, the bags under his eyes somehow seeming deeper than they were ten seconds ago. Lillian gave an apologetic smile to him, but he just shook his head. Things only got worse as Kaminari's phone began to wail with a god-awful rap song that actually managed to get Shoto to wake back up just so he could make a disgusted face. It was truly a feat to gawk at.

"If you're going to play music, pick something everyone will like!" Jiro hollered. Shouts of agreement jointed her.

"Lillian's famous now! Let her pick!" Sero exclaimed. The freckled girl immediately shrunk back in surprise, and Hitoshi narrowed his eyes. They were honestly lucky the purple-haired teen didn't hiss like some feral cat. "Hey, don't give me that look. We all know you're not as shy and timid as you seem. You really had us fooled, you know."

"For real, for real! I was so surprised when I saw all the videos. You have like, entire Instagram fan pages dedicated to you. Even a collection of fanfictions!" Mina clapped her hands together gleefully. Lillian's face burned, and she wondered if dying was a viable option to escape the situation. Kaminari was now fidgeting and twitching, which honestly wasn't a promising sign. Though he seemed to have recovered from the practical with Hitoshi, he was still a long ways from being able to look Big Chungus in the eyes without quivering in fear.

"O-Oh, uh-" Lillian was cut off by Hitoshi handing her his phone and shaking his head as though telling her trying to fight it was pointless. Honestly, he was probably right. Biting back a sigh, she began to scroll through the official Meme 3 playlist without further delay. They would have put four, but Shoto was still trying to figure out how to apply the word 'yeet' in his day to day life, thus making him not ready to make their trio a quartet. Sometimes he used it correctly, sometimes he didn't. It was a Russian Roulette.

A silence that was nearly tense fell over the bus, which meant the pressure was on. Hitoshi patted her shoulder as she anxiously chewed on the inside of her cheek, brows furrowed and expression pinched. What was the perfect song? One everyone would have heard at least once? One that they could relate to, that maybe applied to the situation. There had to be one. There was a song for every occasion, and this was no different. So- wait, no, there.

Lillian cranked up the volume and held her breath, pressing play.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

Lillian thrust her hand in the air, phone clutched tightly in it. The bus exploded jovially, even Kaminari cheering as the remix dropped.

"We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship!" 1-A screamed so loudly Lillian wouldn't be that shocked to hear that 1-B could hear them from their place behind their bus. Bakugo didn't join in, but she could hear even Koda. Considering he was usually mute, it was quite the shock. "Zooming through the sky, little Einsteins!"

"Even Shoji knows it." Hitoshi said, just loud enough for her to hear. Lillian cracked an uneasy smile, setting the phone carefully on the seat between them as to not disturb the song. It was the longer version, more pumped up. It would keep them singing for the next few minutes. If they wanted her to pick another song, then, well, shit. It was going to be an entire hour before they hit their first stop, right? Maybe she could deflect onto someone else. Someone unsuspecting... Bakugo. Totally Bakugo. He had access to all her music, and his taste wasn't half bad.

They ended up queuing a few more songs and hoped it was enough to sate the rest of their classmates. The pair of memesters both tried to pick ones they knew Aizawa preferred over others. The man wasn't the biggest fan of music in general, but there were some he liked more than others. Lillian could see the small smile on his face through the rear view mirror, and it calmed her slightly. Though she was feeling better, she still texted Hajime and told him to have a good day at work, and to tell Neito they were missing him.

The hour before their first stop passed quickly. Lillian and Bakugo continued to swap texts, and Kirishima wouldn't stop asking who the hell "Useless Twig" was. And when the redhead referred to his 'texting friend' using said name, Bakugo got pissed at him for calling 'them' such a thing and begun to yell. This had prompted both Hitoshi and Lillian to stifle their laughter, elbowing one another back and forth when one of them got too loud. Bakugo was too busy cussing to notice anyway. Poor Kirishima had no idea what to do.

"My legs needed this." Hitoshi said as Izuku stretched his arms over his head, causing Todoroki to lean to the side to avoid getting hit in the head. Lillian cracked her back, and then her knuckles. Her dad was hovering close to the bus, which she found rather odd. He was looking directly at her. That wasn't all that out of the ordinary, but the way he'd glance away anytime she tried to shoot him a questioning look was definitely suspicious. 

"This isn't much of a rest area if you ask me." Shoto said coolly, his eyes scanning the area. Curiously, Lillian did the same. The half-and-half boy was right. There was no restroom of any kind. Just a place for cars to pull off to the side, with railing that allowed them to overlook the vast forest ahead. It was a warm day, but not terribly so. The clouds lazed past, and the breeze was cool enough to make up for the beaming sun above them.

There was another car already parked nearby, just feet away. The tinted windows made it impossible to tell who was inside, which was sort of worrying. Nobody had stepped out of it yet. That fact mildly concerned Lillian, but these days everything did, so she didn't think too much of it. Her dad hadn't so much as glanced at the vehicle, which put her worries at ease. Yeah, it could be Shigaraki lying in wait to roll out the window and pull a Thanos and dust them all, but it could just as easily be Chad on the down low attempting to blend in.

Her classmates lingered about, spread wide so they had room to stretch. Shoji's multiple arms were unfurled to their full length, and she could hear some of his cramped joints audibly crack from where she stood. Aoyama was going through a series of stretches, Bakugo was glaring at the trees like they'd personally offended him, and Mina was doing a literal back bend. Nobody could tell if she was trying to flex on them or genuinely stretch. Probably both.

"You don't really think we stopped here just so you could stretch your legs, do you?" Aizawa asked suddenly, drawing the attention of 1-A. 1-B was nowhere to be seen, which made things even weirder. They'd been following directly behind, but hadn't pulled off like everyone had expected them to. Lillian gave her father an incredulous look. Uh. Of course they thought they'd stopped here just to stretch their legs. That's what he'd told them they were stopping for. Another logical ruse? She'd cry and hide all his jelly packets.

As if on cue, the front two doors to the dark car parked nearby flew open in perfect synchronization. Lillian jumped slightly, as did many of her classmates. Ochako, Mina, and Momo all gasped in surprise, having been closest to vehicle in question. Hitoshi backed up slightly, coming to stop next to his freckled friend, their arms nearly pressed together. Izuku and Shoto had their eyebrows raised, conveying an unspoken curiosity they were all feeling. Before anyone could ask any questions, a voice sounded from the car.

"Heya, Eraser!" A peppy voice chirped. The owner did not slide out to reveal themselves.

"Long time no see." Her dad said. Lillian's expression dropped. Of course he knew. More logical ruses, less jelly packets for him to slowly kill himself with from the inside out. He made his choice all on his lonesome, and there was no going back. The remorse in his eyes as he slightly winced in her direction told her that. 

Out of the car stepped two figures. Hitoshi held his breath, his hands clenching into fists. The absolute bewilderment Lillian felt could only be rivaled by the sheer, overwhelming emotion she felt every time Vlad tried to sing Careless Whisper. The poor creature tried so hard, yet there was this one note right in the middle he couldn't quite hit that made everyone rage, including the Nomu in question. Tables were flipped, lamps thrown, and voices adjusted to try and perfect it. It was all for naught. Nobody could sing it like George Michael could sing it. That was just the tea they were all forced to swallow on the daily.

"Your feline fantasies are here. Say, 'meow'." The brunette, Mandalay if Lillian remembered correctly, made the 'OK' sign with her paw-glove thing. Hitoshi sharply inhaled. He was sweating, and Lillian knew why. It was a well-guarded secret, his love for the Wild, Wild Pussycats. He had their merch stuffed under his bed, hidden in the back of his closet, stashed away in the deepest depths of is dresser drawers. Neito had unearthed them on a sock expedition during which they'd been looking for Shoto's favorite pair of fuzzy feet warmers. They never saw Hitoshi the same after that. It was something everyone involved had to learn to cope with.

"Purrfectly cute and catlike girls!" Pixie-bob grinned. 

"You can call us the Wild, Wild Pussycats!" The pair both chimed, dropping into their commercial poses. Nearby stood a kid, maybe around eight years old or so. He wore a red hat with small horns on it, spiky black hair sticking out from under it haphazardly. It reminded her a bit of Bakugo's hair, though the little boy's was far more tame. Not nearly as explosive, though still spiky and wild enough to make her snort quietly to herself. What a mood.

Most of the class stared blankly. Lillian couldn't blame them. Honestly, what was going on? She was just out here, trying to live her best life. Stretch her legs, crack her back, roll her shoulders. The usual. And then out roll these kitty cat cosplay heroes, here to give her major anxiety and make her question the reality of what was happening. Clearly their little pit stop was a lie. Something to lure them into a false sense of security. Dread was already pooling in her stomach, and nothing had even actually even happened yet.

"These are the pro heroes you'll be working with at the summer training camp." Aizawa's words snapped at least Izuku out of his shock. Lillian, Hitoshi, and even Shoto stepped back to let him do his thing. There was absolutely no stopping him once he got going, and anyone who dared to try had enough balls to take on god himself.

"They're a four-person hero team who specializes in mountain rescues! The Pussycats were founded when we were kids-- like forever ago!" Izuku exclaimed. The two pros, still posing, let out gasps that told Lillian the green-haired teen had just made a grave mistake. Hitoshi sadly shook his head. Poor Midoriya didn't even seem to notice. "This marks their 12th year working as a--"

Pixie-bob came out of nowhere, a glower on her face that could almost match Chad's when the man was pissed. Lillian felt her heart rate pick up as a pawed glove grabbed Izuku's entire face, shoving him back brutally and with the strength of ten men on top tier steroids. Shoto and Hitoshi winced back as though it were them getting brutally assaulted. Lillian just anxiously wrung her hands together, though she understood. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and if the look on Pixie-bob's face was anything to go off of, she was definitely scorned.

"I'm pretty sure your math must be off." The blonde grit out in a feral sort of way that made Lillian's anxiety sky rocket. They were playing with fire here, and she didn't know how to feel about it. The irritated woman continued. "I'm eighteen at heart."

"Understood." Izuku's resigned voice came out muffled. In the background, Kirishima and Kaminari both winced. Bakugo just snickered. 

"Everyone, say hello." Aizawa demanded, pulling his students from their collective daze. Lillian still shot him a withering stare that he shrugged in response to. He'd regret it later. She'd force him to sleep and live a healthy lifestyle, and then they'd see who was shrugging. 

"Hello! Nice to meet you!" Everyone chorused, save for Lillian, Hitoshi, and Shoto. Probably Bakugo too, based on the way he was glaring at Aizawa. How most of their classmates managed to read what the others would say and call it out all at the same time was beyond Lillian.

"I'm shook." Hitoshi whispered. Lillian nodded in agreement, taking a deep breath. Things were fine. They were fine. It was just some pros who'd be helping them out at summer camp. Pixie-bob was sensitive about her age, but seemed nice enough. The brooding little kid in the hat appeared to be the most hostile person present if you excused Bakugo, but did Bakugo really count if he was always like that? Lillian would have thought the crimson-eyed teen came out the womb scowling if not for the fact that she'd seen his baby pictures.

"We own this whole stretch of land out here. Everything you can see. The summer camp you're staying at is there at the base of the mountain." Mandalay gestured, pointing to where the grounds were located. It was definitely far. The sinking feeling Lillian was experiencing got worse, and Lillian gave her father and accusing look, trying to get any bit of information out of him. He had the gall to smile a little at her. It was probably supposed to be reassuring, but it only made her antsier. Would she look weird if she climbed on Shoto's back? She was tempted to for comfort despite the looks she'd get.

"Uh... then why did we stop all the way up here instead?" Ochako asked a valid question that made Hitoshi's blood run cold. He knew Pixie-bob's quirk, and it made him wonder... they were on a cliff... the camp grounds were there just ahead, all the way in the middle of the forest. They'd shown them where it was. Did they do that just to give them an idea of where it was, or did they literally need to know? He scooted even closer to Lillian.

"I'm afraid we both know the answer to that." Tsuyu sighed. Most of 1-A was sweating, and it wasn't due to the sun either.

"That can't be right." Kaminari chuckled uneasily, though he too knew what Aizawa had thrown them into.

"Um.. Back on the bus. Quick. Let's go." Sero gave a quiet, nervous laugh. Lillian blanched, reaching out and grabbing Izuku and pulling him closer to her. The boy grabbed Shoto by extension, the four of them huddling close together in preparation for whatever was about to go down. Her father flashed her another small smile, knowing full and well he was being a shithead who should have warned them at least a little. Even a cryptic riddle would have been better than the deception and betrayal they were now faced with.

"The current time is 9:30 in the morning. If you're fast about it, you might make it there by noon." Mandalay grinned sharply, her tail swaying back and forth in a mischievous way.

"No way. Guys!" Kirishima looked horrified. Absolutely horrified. Nobody could blame him, because they were in the same boat. Bakugo even stopped glowering to look exasperated, a true show of emotion that would have anyone and everyone in their right minds deathly afraid.

"Holy crap!" Mina squeaked, her voice a pitch higher than it usually was. It was chock full of panic.

"Save yourselves!" Kaminari hollered. Lillian braced for the worst. 

"Kitties who don't make it there by 12:30 won't get any lunch!" Mandalay called with clear amusement as 1-A ran for the bus. Lillian and the three she'd pulled closer to her didn't even try. It was futile, and they all knew it. This was it. The end. Lillian could kiss her life goodbye, and so could Aizawa. She would crawl from the fiery pits of hell and drag him down with her. Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind. 

"You should have guessed, students. The training camp..." Pixie-bob intercepted the hoard of students rushing for the bus, teeth sharp and claws glinting. Aizawa's eyes flashed, and he continued, "...has already begun."

The ground began to shift and sway under the blonde woman's paws, a blue light emitting from them. Lillian held Hitoshi's hand in a death grip, her other arm linked with Izuku's. The green-haired boy had a good grasp on Todoroki, who held on just as tightly as the earth beneath them turned in a thick, mud-like substance that was oddly dry. It rushed towards the end of the cliff. Was this murder? Maybe assisted suicide for those who had no will to live anyway? Only if they didn't survive, Lillian supposed.

"Holy shit!" Hitoshi shrieked as they went flying over the edge of the drop, all holding onto each other for dear life.

"I coulda dropped my croissant!" Lillian screamed in her panic as they plummeted to the ground below. Above them, Mandalay leaned over the railing to smile down at them.

"Good news! Since this is private land, you can use your quirks as much as you want to! You've got three full hours! You should be able to make it to the facility in that time." Her grin turned dangerous. Lillian paled, half in Izuku's lap and half in Hitoshi's. All of them were piled onto Shoto, who seemed too done to try shoving them off. "That is... if you can make it through The Beast's Forest."

Lillian wasn't just going to hide her dad's jelly packets. She was going to feed them to Vlad, and she was going to make him watch.

~~~~~~~~~~

It had taken Dabi an hour, thirty-eight minutes, and forty-four seconds to explain that he was a member of the League of Villains. A criminal who was planning on doing some pretty bad shit, according to Shigaraki. They were attacking some summer camp full of brats. His kid brother would be there, but of course Dabi would never willingly harm him. At least not physically. Whatever dust fingers had in the works would break a lot of those teenagers, and it made Dabi feel like shit. He didn't want to fuck up a bunch of teenagers.

"So you see, I'm a shitty person. I'm not meant to be around kids." The scarred man scoffed, gesturing towards Eri. They were all piled into a Baskin-Robbins booth, including Vlad. Dabi was honestly surprised they let the thing in. That being said, there were quirks of every kind around. They probably didn't realize just what the thing was. Even Dabi wasn't too sure, but that was besides the point. All Chad had said was that the beaked creature was totally fine and wouldn't kill anyone on purpose. He didn't really elaborate much on where he'd come from. Something about punching brains? 

"So you're like, in the League of Villains." Chad nodded. 

"Right." Dabi nodded back, glad he'd finally got it. Should he even try to tell Chad about the impending attack? He didn't want to spend another hour dumbing it down more and more until it finally clicked in the blonde man's brain.

"Cool, well, you're a double agent now. Welcome to the decent human being club." Chad shrugged simply, sipping his milkshake. Eri was on her fifth sundae, but that's mostly because every time she offered Vlad a bite just to be nice, the creature accidentally ate the thing whole in one fell swoop. So naturally, Chad would replace it so the little squirt wouldn't be disappointed, but inevitably she'd end up offering more to her best friend after he sadly stared at it for a few minutes.

"Wait, what?" Dabi squinted at him. Chad raised an eyebrow.

"You're a double agent now. An inside man. Congratulations and welcome to the good side. We have tacos, tequila, and enough teriyaki beef jerky to feed a small army." Chad clapped him briefly on the scarred man's shoulder. Dabi stared, lips parted in surprise. "And before you ask, yes, it really is that easy. All you've got to do is like, not be a dick and it's fine. For example, if the League was planning an attack on the first year's summer camp because Bakugo is a little shit and they noticed, you could run interference and make sure no kids die. Boom. That would make you the good guy. See?"

"Wait just a fucking second." Dabi sputtered, eyes widening. "How do you know that?"

"Know what?" Chad asked, brows furrowing.

"The attack on the summer camp! I never mentioned that shit."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You just said it."

"I didn't say anything."

Dabi's mouth snapped shut, his eyes narrowing. He looked towards Eri. "Hey, kid, did he just say anything about an attack on a summer camp?"

Eri raised her eyebrows. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said simply, sounding far too articulated in her speech for someone her age. "I'm an ignorant, naive child who knows nothing of the world, its dangers, or anything grown-up related. I like flowers and candy, and have a mentality constructed purely of childish fantasy. I'm simple minded enough to be entertained by the flickering of the light fixture across the street. Asking me if I know anything is futile. I know nothing."

"...Vlad?" Dabi didn't know what to say to that, so he decided not to reply.

"Plastic fork." The creature croaked surely. Dabi groaned, bringing his hands up so he could bury his face in them. He wasn't sure what he'd gotten into. Somehow, he'd managed to tangle with a man taking on the Yakuza by his lonesome, a little girl who thought sunglasses gave her a power up, and some weird creature who'd created its own language and could probably rip his head off his shoulders if it decided it wanted to.

"Want a sip of my milkshake? I put vodka in it." Chad offered.

Dabi swiped it immediately. 

~~~~~

Cool, so Chad contest.

If you draw Chad art that is cover-worthy, I'll write a CANON Chad book. It's like... pretty straight forward. You draw Chad, come back and comment when you're done and have posted it and tagged me, and then I uh... find one. And then I put it on a cover and write a Chad book. A Chad book that is canon in correlation to this book. This book and the Chad book will exist within the same universe. Same hat. Okay yes.

Uh... prizes for the Chad art... well I mean, your art will go on the cover of the Chad book and you'll obviously be tagged for that and given full credit. You can request a one-shot if you want and I'll write it. I can update this book if you want me to, or another book. It's really whatever. But uh... yeah. I'll probably end the contest in like a week or two, so just draw your Chad(s), come back, comment that you've finished so I know to go look, and then we get a Chad book. It's like a win-win. You can totally do more than one Chad if you want to, and no, it doesn't need to be digital. I'll take traditional as well.

Hopefully people are ACTUALLY willing to draw Chad lmao. I know a Chad book isn't like the best incentive but I don't have the brain power to draw him myself without ripping my own hair out. My last two brain cells are doing the cha cha slide instead of working together to problem-solve.

Right so you can draw Chad, draw Chad with Eri, draw Chad with his car, I don't know. As long is has Chad on it. It can have Vlad or Eri on it too and I'll still take it, but it's like a Chad book so I'm sorta thinking I'll slap Chad on the front if you read me. 

Anyway, come comment when you're done. That's like the most important part. Make sure you tag me as welllll and... yeah, you're just drawing Chad. Here's a description of him in case you need it. I know his appearance is sort of scattered throughout the book.

Name: Chad

Eye color: Golden

Hair color: Blonde. But like, sandy dirty blonde. Not bleach

Skin: Sorta tanned because yah boi got his free taco

Height: 5'6" I think 

Clothes: Hoodies, jeans, I dunno, converse. Normal shirts, tank tops. His clothes give off a worn, thrift-store sorta vibe and he has zero fashion sense so yeet that

Please message me if you have questions. Seriously, don't worry about it. I promise you're not bothering me and yes, I will respond. I got your six my bros.

Things to look forward to for Chad book I guess idk I just copy and pasted it in:

-Chad crashing a taco truck 

-Mihoko maybe mixing with some criminals and not even realizing it. And maybe adopting some... or several.

-Chad at college omg

-Hawks and Tsukauchi trying to wrangle vigilantes

-Chad committing arson

-Chad and Kurogiri are secretly bros?

-Chad's Russian husband 

-Chad before he met Lillian g a s p

-Eri and Vlad run an entire business by themselves?

-Vlad's IQ is higher than we think and he's just been fooling us all.

-Chad has been arrested how many times?

-Chad has broken out of prison how many times?!

-Why is Inko Chad's drinking buddy and does Izuku know about it

-Chad visiting his parents?

-Chad was raised partially by the coyotes he was supposed to be hunting confirmed

-How do Fuyumi and Hawks know each other?

-We all talk about Chad but Hawks is his brother so you know they got some real shit in common. 

-Hawks is a wack hero literally who put him in the top ten?

-Why is Chad leading a pack of angry roosters towards Endeavor's agency?

-Ah, the roosters are in Endeavor's agency

-Endeavor is allergic to rooster feathers

-More on Vlad's secret language tonight at five

-How does someone without a quirk participate in a quirk fighting ring?

-Chad does a lot of illegal shit

-So Chad has been banned from Walmart

-Now that Chad is banned from Walmart, he has to use a disguise going in

-Chad is a great cross dresser

-Chad is also a really great hooker apparently but I'll elaborate on that later

-Eri sneaks out with Vlad and The Termination when Chad has to go to work or class and Chad has literally no idea

-Oh look Eri is rich

-Oh look Eri is friends with criminals

-Oh look Eri is now best friends with Giran the weapons broker dude with the weird glasses and cigarette, but that's none of my business 

-Chad didn't throw that pizza through Bakugo's window

-Okay maybe he did but Lillian told him to

-Lillian and Bakugo would be cute though and Chad acknowledges this

-Poor Izuku omg it's 3AM, he didn't ask for this, let's not

-Mihoko has genuinely purchased a building and is remaking it just to open an orphanage?

-Mihoko has a lot of children we don't know about

-Hajime's shift at the hospital really be like that sometimes

-More on Rei and what she's doing in her life

-Tsukauchi and Rei have been on some deadass adventures???

-Mic is shook

-Aizawa really did not know Lillian could do that

-Lillian's not-parents whaaatttt???

-Lillian's mother and half siblings????????????

-Remember that time Neito died well yeah that pissed Chad off and pissing Chad off is like a deadass bad idea

-Eri can shoot a gun?

-Vlad once regurgitated a knife and then used it to stab someone

-Vlad is no longer allowed ANYWHERE near toasters

And that's all I have saved right now. Haven't actually started writing yet. But I want to go ahead and get a cover so yeah I'll just leave now goodbye-