Third person pov

"Why do we keep falling for Aizawa's little tricks?" Jiro groaned as Lillian, Izuku, and Hitoshi all rolled off of the dying Shoto. Nobody seemed hurt luckily; though, more than a few had scrapes and had landed in ways that would most definitely result in bruises. Lillian could already feel exhaustion creeping up on her, and they hadn't even started yet. Story of her life honestly. They quite literally just got yeeted off a cliff. They weren't empty... yet. They would be. After this, they all would be.

"I guess there's no use complaining. Might as well get going." Kirishima said while dusting off his shirt. Bakugo huffed slightly, eyes trailing over to where Lillian was allowing Icyhot to redo her ponytail with a glum look on her face. Turnip was staring at his hands, despondent, muttering to himself about how he should have seen it coming, and something about his will to live finally vanishing off this very plane of existence. That damned Deku just looked calculative, tilting his head at the forest as though it had some shit to hide. 

Overall, everyone seemed generally alright. Hagakure's wrist was throbbing, but seemed okay all things considered. She could still roll it just fine from what the girl could tell. Obviously, nobody else could very well view any damage that may or may not have been done. Not like they could do anything about it anyway. Their only choice now was the start the long trek to the base of the mountain, where lunch would await them. Lillian was suddenly very, very glad she and Mihoko forced food down Hitoshi's throat this morning. He'd be dead by the time they made it to camp otherwise.

"We should get going. If we want to make it to the site before-" Izuku was cut off by a low, rumbling growl that erupted just beyond the trees. An unappreciated interruption if Lillian had ever heard one. Everyone froze, all talk ceasing completely as something large took a step heavy enough to lightly shake the ground beneath them. Lillian watched her classmates go pale, jaws dropping and eyes going wide and round. Wincing, she allowed her eyes to trail over to whatever had caught their gaze. She, too, blanched. This was some Maze Runner type bullshit right here.

"I put my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, and this is the thanks I get?" The freckled girl asked, horrified.

"We're all gonna die!" Sero and Kaminari broke the short spell that had smacked them all over the heads. Hitoshi immediately began to panic as the thing took a swipe at the person nearest to it, which happened Tokoyami. Their bird-headed peer was out of there lickety split, wasting not a second rushing away and back towards the group. People crouched down, ready for a fight. Lillian gulped, a thin sheen of sweat forming over her skin already. And they hadn't even started moving yet. Great. She could already smell herself in the future, and to be blunt, it wasn't pretty. She'd need several showers to remove the shell that would inevitably form over her skin.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit." Hitoshi cursed. "That is simultaneously the coolest yet the scariest thing I've ever seen."

"It's neither." Shoto argued quietly, honestly not seeming all that concerned. "Remember that time Chad was on the news, caught up in a gunfight between himself and that one gang he pissed off. Only his gun was a Nerf gun and he was still winning-"

"G-Guys, now really isn't the time." Lillian sputtered as Koda tried to control the creature. It didn't answer, implying that it wasn't classified as any sort of animal or insect. Fun times. Very fun times. "Oh god, Chris, is that a weed?" 

"No, it's a-" Hitoshi was cut off when the beast shot forward out of the trees like a heat-seeking missile or some shit. Several people screamed in terror, and Lillian lurched forward in a panic.

"I'm calling the police!" The freckled girl shrieked, terrified. And then she blinked. Though everyone had seen Lillian's quirk in action before, it was still awing to see the earthen beast stuck mid-lunge, claws outstretched in its pounce. The shadow that was cast over them was almost taunting, as though telling them just how hellish this was going to be. Shoto broke the silence.

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" The half-and-half teen finished in a drawl tone. Lillian sucked in a sharp breath of air, closing her eyes. Why didn't she bring her eye drops? She knew she should have slipped a bottle in her pocket before she came here, but no. She just had to put faith in her father, the unreliable king of logical ruses. They were going to have a father-daughter chat when she finally clawed her way out of this hellish forest and onto the camp site, anxiety aside. 

"Why the fuck are we all just standing here?" Bakugo barked. "She can't hold the damn thing forever."

"R-Right!" Several people exclaimed. Shoto and Izuku stepped forward, green lightning encasing the latter, and ice shooting out from beneath the Todoroki's right foot. Hitoshi and Lillian watched almost solemnly as the frost climbed up the frozen beast, encasing most of it just as Izuku's fist reeled back to shatter its entire body. This was only the beginning. In a world that was yeet or be yeeted... they'd been yeeted, and now they were dealing with that. Several of her fellow hero course companions were gazing at her with glinting eyes. She knew she'd be doing a lot of freezing, and her offensive classmates, a lot of destroying. 

"Wow, you guys took that beast down in seconds." Sero noted, grinning. "It was awesome!" 

"Yeah, for real!" Kaminari joined in. Slowly, they all began to converge towards the tree line, though uneasily. Lillian's eyes darted about as she and Hitoshi both pulled up next to Bakugo. He glanced at her briefly, giving a nod. She gave one back, feeling droopy, sad, and overall, just shitty. But hey, if you do the cooking by the book, then you'll have a cake. So you know what? Break it down bitch, let me see you break it down-

"We're not done." The champagne blonde said, more to her than anyone else. Everyone still looked over.

"No shit, Sherlock. We haven't even entered the- oh, that's what you meant." Hitoshi's voice fell flat as yet another beast made of earth bounded towards them. Only this one was different. This one had fucking wings, and it was now flying. Not a happy fun time if you asked Lillian! And yeah, sure, her opinion wasn't worth much, but she was going to give it. You know what, no. It was more of a request. A comment. A concern that maybe someone could take into account sometime. Because really, she was just wondering.... 

What the actual fuck?

~~~~~~~~~

"So, how do you think the kids are doing at camp?" Mic asked. He was over at Mihoko's, sipping tea with the ladies. And Vlad, who had surprisingly good manners for a Nomu. Mic hadn't been too sure about the creature at first, but Lillian's fondness for it had helped him see the light. Though absolutely horrifying in every way, Vlad wasn't half bad. He was good with Eri, too. The little girl really seemed to enjoy his company. The creature hadn't done anything to endanger anyone thus far, rumored toaster incidents aside.

"They're doing good." Eri shrugged as if she knew. Mic smiled as Vlad bobbed his head in agreement, giving a quiet squawk. Eri was an odd one. Chad had showed up saying something about how he'd gotten a new boyfriend and was taking him on a secret mission so he could help infiltrate the League of Villains, so he needed them to watch Eri. Mic was sure all that secret mission business was code for them going on a date. It was cute! Odd, but it suited them. 

"Oh, I'm sure they're alright. Lillian will keep an eye on the boys. Though knowing Aizawa, he's roped them into something he'll regret later." Enter Mihoko, the all-seeing, all-knowing mother of plenty. "Lillian will scold him for it. It's pretty amusing to see him fold for her like a wet blanket."

"Yeah, he cares about her a lot. I'm sure he didn't do anything too harsh. He wouldn't be too drastic, knowing she'll be wrapped up in it." Mic said, a soft look on his face that was nearly nostalgic.

~~~~~~~~~

"Lillian, please watch your profanity! It's making me uncomfortable!" Shoto called to her as he speared another beast with ice. They were slowly but surely making their way through, but earth beasts were popping up left and right. Lillian had just gone on a two minute rant filled with the most vulgar things anyone present had ever heard. Bakugo looked thoroughly impressed and quite possibly even more smitten before, but Lillian was usually so low-key that now that she wasn't, it was throwing people off their game.

"I-I'm having a bad day!" Lillian replied, sniffling slightly as she sluggishly froze yet another beast. Immobilization worked best, so she and Ochako both were being worked to the bone, alone with Sero if he could get his tape around their legs. Bakugo flew over her head again, blowing up the one she had suspended mid-step. He always tried to get to the ones she was holding as fast as possible, Izuku and Shoto covering both her and their other classmates the best they could. Hitoshi wasn't able to do much, but he was great support. And by that, Lillian meant he was carrying her on his back.

"I don't know if you've gotten lighter or if I've gotten stronger." The purple-haired boy commented as Lillian slapped her cheeks, muttering curses to herself as she caught herself dozing once again.

"C-Considering how many tacos Chad feeds us, I-I'd say it's not the former." Lillian noted, freezing a beast with two heads and a spiny tail just raring to kill them all. Seriously, what was Pixie-bob on? They were all taking a knee out here, and not in a good way. "It's only been thirty minutes too."

"Has it?" Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. That wasn't a good sign.

"DIE!" Bakugo blew the thing up, breathing heavily and sweating. "Dumbass clumps of dirt! Fight me!"

"Bakugo, don't provoke them!" Kirishima chided. He was met with explosions and screaming, and a whole lot of dust flying his way. Everyone sighed collectively. Momo was making cannons left and right, shooting off explosives, throwing grenades like this was World War III. In all honesty, it may has well have been. Lillian was over here about to Kermit as they were showered in even more chunks of hard soil. She wasn't even walking, and she was still littered in scratches and bruises as she held up a hand to block Aoyama out of her shot.

Somehow, they all managed to stay together. A few times they'd get spliced into two groups, but they'd always reconvened back into one after a good ten minutes or so. Lillian started to have issues with blood after only an hour in what they were calling "Hell: Redefined". She'd spit out entire mouth fulls of the tangy iron liquid, groaning dramatically each time and muttering curses to herself again. Hitoshi snorted at those as he ensured neither of them died.

"And they were roommates." Hitoshi was trying his best to keep Lillian's morale high Yes, she was tired. Yes, she would kill for some Taco-mother-fucking-Bell right now. Yes, she was going to absolutely murder her father next time she got the chance and had the energy. Her classmates were doing absolutely no better. Mina was cold and clammy, yet sweating up a damn storm. Aoyama had vomited at least twice in the past twenty minutes or so, probably more. Who knows what the hell was going on with Kaminari, who just looked terrified yet brain damaged at the same time. Not a very good combination if they were all being real here.

With the vigor of a true Texan at a traditional western hoedown, they collectively all managed to keep their shit together for survival's sake and pull the hell through. Sort of. They had no idea how long it'd be until they got there, but they were clearly all trying not to think about it. Shoto had a bit of frost on him, Bakugo's hands were red and irritated, and we're not going to talk about Izuku right now. Hitoshi actually had to brainwash poor Iida into moving when his engines stalled and caused him such an immense amount of pain, all he could do was sit there and hiss. He probably would have snapped out of it if he'd shown just the smallest amount of resistance, but he was so willing that it worked even with the pain.

"Fuck." Lillian morosely stated, freezing another. "Fuuuuck."

"You see, that's exactly what I said, but you know what? God's not taking house calls today." Hitoshi griped.

"God doesn't exist, Rebecca." Lillian snapped.

"Well then you can walk your atheist ass right out my front door, sweetheart!" Hitoshi snapped right back, displaying his fathomless willingness to temp fate itself. Lillian could easily wrap him in a choke hold and take them both down, right here, right now. She was irritated, her eyes stung like the little bitches they were, she was experiencing something akin to period cramps, but the pain was dialed up times ten. Blood was absolutely nasty and yet here the fuck it was, leaking out of her mouth. Literally what the hell? Better than her vagina, but just barely She wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. Was she suicidal? Hell no. She just wanted whatever her dad had just yoted her sorry ass into to stop.

"Are you okay?" Bakugo asked gruffly, falling into step next to Hitoshi. The purple-haired boy knew he wasn't the one being addressed. Lillian looked Bakugo right in the eyes and opened her mouth, letting half-a-cup of blood just fall. The blonde's face twisted with disgust, concern, and a silent question that he didn't have to voice for her to hear: Why are you like this?

"So you just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift?" Lillian raised an eyebrow.

"She's not fine." Hitoshi translated. Lillian froze another beast thing, earning a strained 'thank you' from Kirishima. Poor redhead was near tears from the sheer amount of frustration he was feeling. Lillian could relate. There were two options. One was to suck it up and be a pissy, irritated individual until they made it to camp, and the other was to curl up in a ball, fall asleep, and hope she didn't die. Unfortunately, that second one wasn't really much of an option. Not because she didn't want to leave her classmates behind, but because then she'd never get to see the life drain out of her father's eyes as she slowly choked him out with his own capture weapon.

They continued to move. Through her overall annoyance with the situation, she could feel herself reaching dangerous levels in correlation to the whole blood thing. Like, her organs were sort of, kind of maybe just, you know... shutting down? She was getting dizzier, and the amount of blood leaking out of her mouth was increasing steadily. A lot of people had told her to tone it down. She had to an extent, but sometimes it was either cough up some more blood or watch your classmates get crushed under a giant ball of dirt on legs. Personally, Lillian didn't want to see anyone die today unless that someone was herself. This-- in Tokoyami's wise words-- was a mad banquet of darkness.

They stumbled out of the forest half an hour later. The sun was setting already, so they'd missed their mark by several hours. Lillian's stomach felt like a black hole, ready to suck up anything and everything she threw into it. But on the other hand, she also didn't feel like eating. Hitoshi didn't either if the look on his face was anything to go off of. After all, he'd gotten at least half the blood she'd been choking up on his shirt. Not very cash money of her, but he hadn't complained.

Mandalay, Pixie-Bob, Hat Kid, and Mr. Aizawa were all waiting for them when they got there. Lillian managed to pick her head up off Hitoshi's shoulder to narrow her irritated eyes at her father. He spotted her immediately as well, looking heavily startled at her state. And at all the blood around her mouth, but he really should have seen this coming. What the fuck did he think would happen if he threw her into a forest full of giant monster-things that were constantly trying to rip out of her quirk's grasp? That she'd come out smiling like everything was all sunshine and rainbows?

"You said it would only be, like, three hours!" Sero was the first to speak. He was really the only one who had the energy to at the moment.

"I guess we timed it based on how long it'd take us. Sorry!" Mandalay was decidedly a little shit. 

"Now you're bragging about how much better you are? That's so mean!" Mina cried out, leaning heavily against Jiro to stop herself from falling. Hitoshi very carefully let Lillian down, Shoto reaching out to steady her when she almost teetered backwards and fell completely. Izuku was panting next to them, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. His quirk was hard to control as it was. But to use it for hours on end? Poor guy's muscles had to be crying out in pain.

"I'm starving. This is hell." Kirishima was literally on the ground.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!" Pixie-bob was insane and nobody could convince Lillian otherwise. That merch Hitoshi had? They were burning it. Not just burning it, no. They were going to throw a party. Roast marshmallows over the flames and everything. Grill some hot dogs on a stick, camper style. "I thought it would take you kids even longer. But, you did much better against my dirt monsters than I thought you would! You guys were seriously great. Especially the five of you." 

She made grabby motions at Lillian, Shoto, Bakugo, Iida, and Izuku all with her paw. Lillian didn't have the energy. She could only try not to fall over as she wiped at her mouth, watching the blonde pro-hero assault her male classmates. Izuku accidentally mentioned the word 'age' and almost got his entire face smashed in for it. Mildly amusing, but also heavily concerning at the same time. Turns out he was just going to ask about the kid.

"You alright?" Bakugo asked as Izuku went to introduce himself to Hat Kid, who'd just recently been deemed Kota. Lillian blinked blearily at him, resisting the urge to rub at her eyes. Did she honestly look alright? Because she didn't feel alright. It was a bit easier to breathe now that she wasn't freezing a giant beast-like thing every five seconds, but the tang of blood in her mouth still resided no matter how much she spit. Her throat felt dry and raw, and her eyelids drooped threateningly.

"I'm... need eye drops and a nap." Lillian grabbed his forearm for support when she almost face-planted. She was surprised Bakugo wasn't cringing at her, with her bloodshot eyes, bloody face and shirt, and frizzy hair. In the background, Izuku took a crotch shot. Iida was naturally horrified. "Scratch that, a-an early grave would do."

"Hah-hah, very fucking funny." He scoffed at her sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Hitoshi shuffled up next to the freckled girl, wincing as Izuku crumbled to a heap on the ground. 

"Mother-trucker dude. That's got to hurt like a buttcheek on a stick." Hitoshi shook his head. Lillian did the same.

"I could feel that, and I don't even have balls." Lillian mourned Izuku and his sex life. Poor Todoroki. When Izuku received that punch, he too took the devastating blow. She could see the half-and-half boy wince as he moved to help his freckled boyfriend back onto his own two feet. It was like trying to watch a baby deer walk for the first time. As in it was a disaster and probably wasn't going to go well.

"That brat's got spunk." Bakugo actually smiled. Of course. Lillian wondered how she ever became such close friends with such an actual asshat. "What's that shitty thing you always say? Press R to pay respects or some shit?"

"I-It's actually F, but you know what? R." Lillian said.

"R." Hitoshi added.

"R?" Momo asked.

"R." Jiro responded tiredly, having no idea what was going on.

"R." Mina, who was still using the girl as support, added.

"R." Ochako and Tsuyu both chorused in a pained sort of way.

"R?" The rest of the class, for the most part, groaned. Kaminari was questionable, but he made some kind of noise. Lillian would take it.

"R." Shoto didn't know what was going on, but understood it was probably a meme thing. 

"R?" Izuku and Iida both asked, Izuku's coming out more of a squeak. Aizawa sighed.

"R." He grumbled. Just for that, Lillian would only half kill him. "Alright, enough playing around. Get your stuff off the bus. Once your bags are in your rooms, we'll have dinner in the cafeteria. After that, you can bathe and sleep. Tomorrow your training starts in earnest. You'd better get a move on." The actual nerve of this man. Lillian took it all back; he could kiss his pulse goodbye. Only he wouldn't be coming back the same way Neito did. No, he wasn't badass enough for that. How did she spawn from such a ruthless tyrant?

"You." Lillian flapped a hand in her dad's general direction as her classmates dragged themselves off towards the bus. Bakugo ripped off an entire part of his shirt and offered it to her so she could wipe her mouth. Hitoshi's brows shot up, and he and Shoto shared a look. Nothing but respect for their president. Bakugo got a pass this time. "Give me your fucking... y-your fucking eye drops."

"Language." Aizawa chided softly, but withdrew the requested item anyway. "You overworked yourself."

It wasn't a question. Hitoshi scoffed, feeling rather bold today. "You threw her headfirst into a forest full of giant rock monsters. What did you actually think would happen?" 

"I was thinking the same thing. Fuck your chicken strips. Ohana. Family. I'm dragging you down to hell with me." Lillian leaned her head back and put the eye drops in. The relief was immediate. She was being dramatic, but she was also tired, sweaty, had just choked up half the blood in her whole ass body, and that was just the beginning. "I take back the hell part. That's too good for you."

"Gee, thanks." Aizawa said dryly, though he smiled. "Are you okay? Do you need medical attention? I brought your favorite chocolate in case you needed it. I also brought those blankets you really like. Wasn't sure if you'd prefer the one in your room or on the couch, so I actually do have both. I also thought you might like-"

"You're my dad, boogie, woogie, woogie." Lillian said tiredly, effectively shutting him up. She wiped the last of the blood from her face, looking to Izuku. He gave a thumbs up to let her know she'd gotten it all, looking heavily awkward. Her gaze dropped to where Shoto's right hand was pressed to his crotch, a cold mist coming from it. O-kay then. Add that to the list of things she didn't need to see. She quickly looked at her dad again before he could follow her gaze. "I-I'm alright. Just some blood."

"What the fuck? Just some blood my ass. You looked me dead in the fucking eyes and dropped at least a cup." Bakugo accused. Drama queen. He was totally exaggerating. It was only half a cup, at most.

"You what?" Aizawa now looked more alarmed. Hitoshi rose an eyebrow at him and turned to show him the blood-covered back of his shirt. Aizawa looked even more horrified, his eyes wide and lips pressed tightly together. Shoto and Izuku quietly backed away, going towards the bus and giving Lillian and Hitoshi both a nod as they went. Bakugo knew he didn't need to be here, but honestly wasn't willing to leave at the moment.

"You know what? I-I'm going to keep these." Lillian held up the eye drops. "And you can sit over here and think about what you've done."

"He's not Erasercat. You can't scold him." Hitoshi whispered to her, not loud enough for the man to hear. All this time and he still didn't know about Erasercat. Sure, Aizawa had asked the name of the cat before, but he'd panicked and answered with "Karin" at the time.

"I-It's been a long day and I want to cry. And n-now I have to sleep in a room f-full of teenage girls th-that I barely talk to anymore." Lillian sniffled, nose scrunching up. "A-And Izuku got punched in the balls, and it's a bad day."

"Hey, it's okay. Tomorrow won't be so bad. Let's get you some food." Aizawa urged, stepping forward with his arms hovering awkwardly in front of him as he debated what he was supposed to do. Bakugo scooted back at the sudden show of fatherhood. Was he comfortable with this? Not at all. Hence his sudden urge to flee. He shot Hitoshi a glare for absolutely no justifiable reason before going off to grab his stuff and Lillian's as well. That way, she could get straight to the cafeteria without having to haul any crap to her room.

"Why won't the void swallow me?" Lillian stumbled forward, face planting into her father. He stared down at her with concern, his eye twitching slightly.

"That means she wants to be done now." Hitoshi wasn't as fluent in Lillian-speech as Neito, but he knew more than most.

"Right, of course." Aizawa curtly nodded. "Can you walk?"

"Yes." Lillian said, voice muffled. "But that d-doesn't mean I'm going to."

Aizawa looked to Hitoshi for help, but he just put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. Aizawa let out a quiet sigh, crouching down slightly. Hitoshi's eyebrows shot up, and he took a step back, watching his teacher grab Lillian around the middle the basically throw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Lillian was limp as a dead deer, just letting it happen. He kept one arm curled around her torso so she didn't fall. It looked odd, but Lillian seemed content enough to pretend she no longer existed.

"So... did you drop your croissant?" Hitoshi asked. Lillian huffed.

"No." She sniffled. "But I coulda." 

Aizawa's lips pulled into a lazy smile. He still wasn't all that up to date on Lillian's references, or what all the things she said meant, but even he could tell that was her way of telling them that she was going to be just fine.