Chad contest ends July 1st I wanna say. So post your Chad's, tag me, and then go commemt on that chapter note thing when you're donesies my broskis

This is also a useless filler and I'm sorry
Third person pov

"Whoa, Lillian, are you okay?!" Ochako yelped as Aizawa carefully deposited Lillian in the seat across from Shoto's, Hitoshi carefully taking the one beside the freckled girl's. The half-and-half boy wordlessly set a plate in front of her, already full of most of her favorite things from the given selection. Aizawa prodded her back until she fully sat up, seeming more awake at the promise of food. He grunted, eyeing his daughter cautiously before glancing to her purple-haired companion, who gave a reassuring nod. Aizawa gave a miniscule one back before turning on his heel and walking off.

"She's fine." Shoto said blandly. Next to him, Izuku gave Lillian a quick once-over before nodding. Yeah, she was okay. Not the very best, but she could definitely be worse. The blood on her shirt was a bit disconcerting, but not much of 1-A was all too squeamish nowadays. Even if they were, most were too starved to give two shits and a damn about literally anything. Aoyama's pants had gotten a substantial amount of bile on them, and he was elegantly eating his food with no issues. It was the same for Ochako.

"Are you sure? She looks kind of dead to be honest." Sero admitted as Hitoshi broke the girl's chopsticks for her and shoved them in her hand. Bakugo glanced over. Regrettably, he was all the way over by Kirishima, who was the one sitting next to the Icyhot bastard. So yeah, he had a good view of Lillian, but he wasn't exactly close. Not as close as he wanted to be. Hitoshi seemed to sense his gaze, because he shot the explosive blonde a warning glare. Bakugo sneered back. Who the fuck did this Turnip Bastard think he was? Bakugo was the one in love with her, according to that dumbass article.

"Oh, I-I'm fine." Lillian said distantly. "I died on the inside a-a long time ago. There wasn't m-much left I could lose from that."

"Man, that's kind of dark." Kirishima commented, his mouth full of rice. Lillian blinked a few times. She'd essentially drowned her icy blues in eye drops, and for what? They were still drier than the Sahara, and it was only getting worse the longer she had those peepers open. The food smelled delicious, but all that blood puking had left an uncomfortable pit in her stomach. One she really didn't feel much like throwing food into. 

She still felt a whole lot calmer than she thought she would after that. Lillian had originally been ready to gut her father and stick his head on a pike as a warning to all who dared throw her into that Bear Grylls bullshit. But now that it was all over, it wasn't so bad. She ached all over, but she hadn't died or lost any limbs. Plus, she loved her dad. Even if his way of teaching was harsh as all hell. That being said, she couldn't deny it was effective. Hindsight 20/20-- she should have seen this coming. After the training before the sports festival. This was like the purgatory, hell, period cramp, death mash-up version of that. A mix tape that was fire in a bad way.

"You should definitely eat something, Lillian. Even if you don't feel like it." Izuku tentatively commented. She looked up, and he flushed with embarrassment. "I-I mean, we went the entire day without food! And you've lost a lot of blood, so..."

"He wants you," Hitoshi poked her, "to shove food," He pointed at the plate, "down the hatch."

"I may be bordering on brain dead, but I'm not deaf." Lillian swatted at his hand, and he rolled his eyes in a over dramatic fashion. The girl narrowed her eyes at him, pressing her lips together firmly before pointedly stabbing a piece of chicken with one of her chopsticks. In a manner that would make even the most methodical eaters proud-- namely Chad-- she popped it in, chewed it with swift efficiency, and then allowed it to get sucked down her throat and into the endless black hole residing deep in her stomach. Something within her flipped almost instantaneously, the flames of hunger immediately igniting. This was the end of a potential argument, but it was the start of something much greater.

Their classmates happily chattered away, gobbling food down almost as fast as Pixie-bob and Mandalay could bring it out. Lillian made quick work of what Shoto had already gotten her, thanking him at some point randomly between bites. Most of the girls in class ate with a large amount of dignity. Ochako not so much, and Jiro really didn't give a shit, but Momo, Mina, and even Hagakure took their time and weren't too messy about it, as well as Tsu. Lillian was more with the Earphone Jack quirk user on this one. The freckled teen was an absolute pig, and fine with it.

Pixie-bob mentioned that they wouldn't be doing this for them again, which begged the question: what were they going to eat next, and more importantly, who the hell was going to make it? Because Lillian really wouldn't trust half her classmates with a knife. Hell, she didn't even trust herself with a knife. There wasn't a lot she could do in the kitchen. Thanks to Mihoko, she was okay at balancing out the spices in a simple stew, and knew a few recipes. But chopping, dicing-- all that? That was more Hitoshi's gig, or Bakugo's. She knew he cooked. He couldn't fool her.

"Hey, Lillian." Hitoshi nudged her with his elbow, which almost caused her to hack on a piece of kimchi and lose her whole ass life. "Merry Crimus." 

"Merry Crismun." Lillian responded after swallowing hard, blinking a few times. Her eyes were literally no better, and she truly wasn't living for it. She knew tomorrow would be worse. The girl had to question whether or not they'd brought enough eye drops for this. Because if not, Lillian was fully ready abandon ship and tromp through those woods, back towards civilization. Or she'd whip out her all mighty cellular device and pursue contact with the outside world. And by that, Lillian meant Chad. She wasn't sure she could make calls and have them go through, but the messaging app on it worked fine from what she could tell.

"Merry Crisis."  Hitoshi took a swig of water, looking a bit less like death. Not by much though. It really was a close thing.

"Merry Chrysler." Lillian scooped up some fried rice and what looked like a piece of Mongolian beef. It didn't matter. Either way, that shit was going in her mouth. How had she survived in those woods? She wouldn't be surprised if half the blood she'd coughed up came from her organs trying to digest themselves rather than her quirk. Either way, she was glad none of them had died in the process. Hell couldn't handle any of the climate change Shoto would bring, nor would Satan know what to do if she and Hitoshi appeared and screamed for several hours even if nothing was actively happening. And then there was Izuku, who would safely ascend to heaven and take his place as the new god.

They finished up. It's not that everyone was completely full-- it's that they totally cleared the table. Bowls were empty, Kaminari took it upon himself to lick a few of the plates clean, and only crumbs of what once lied on the many platters remained. Lillian was satisfied with her fill. That being said, someone could offer her a dozen donut holes and they'd be gone in about four seconds flat, but that wasn't of concern at the moment. What did happen to be the present issue was the hot springs.

She didn't like that they were separated and she was stuck with the girls, but there was no way she'd step within ten feet of them if they were combined either. It was a simple matter of her not wanting to go in, period. But Lillian smelled like shit, and her shirt had soaked through with blood that had most definitely reached her skin. It was now crusty and therefore even more disgusting. Of course you always were supposed to wash before getting in a hot spring. The issue was that the wash station was in said hot spring! 

"Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good." Lillian said nervously, clutching her towel tightly in her hands. Hitoshi was standing next to her, his towel thrown over one shoulder and a small frown on his face. He too was facing a similar problem. Sure, he knew Shoto and Izuku, but there was a plethora of other males he really didn't want to join. He was partially gay, sure, but not partially gay enough to actually enjoy ogling all the fit hero-course guys in his class. That was more Neito's jam and jelly.

"I don't wanna go." Hitoshi said, half to quote the movie back, and half because he really just wanted a fucking nap. But he was nothing short of disgusting, so he supposed all he could do was get it over with and get out of there was fast as he possibly could. Mina and Ochako were approaching fast anyway, their eyes trained on Lillian. He could almost see the sparkles in them. They'd tried to rope her into "girl time" in the past. Now, the freckled girl had no room to back out.

"Oh, Lilliaaaan!" Mina drawled out in a sing-song tone of voice. Hitoshi watched horror dawn on his best friend's face. He took a step back before he could get shoved out of the way by the determined pair of teenage girls bulldozing their way down the hall, quietly doing the Hunger Game's whistle, much to Lillian's growing mortification. You could see the light of hope in her eyes growing dimmer and dimmer, the flames turning to ash as Ochako took on of her arms, and Ashido the other. Hitoshi watched mournfully as they begun to drag her.

"Hitoshi! Shoto!" Lillian cried out. Hitoshi blinked, turning to look behind him. Sure enough, the half-and-half teen was approaching, Midoriya by his side. "Izuku!" 

"Get dunked on!" Hitoshi called as he turned back to her. The last thing he saw before she got pulled into the girl's hot spring entrance was her two hands flipping them all off. Izuku snorted, and Shoto just shook his head sadly. It had been a pretty pitiful sight. It had almost looked as though Lillian was being dragged off to her own beheading. Honestly, this was essentially an execution for her.

The present girls in the hot spring took one look at her shirt and skirt before shaking their heads. You all heard it here-- it was a no from them. Lillian could only stand there petrified, the echo of Simon Cowell's red buzzer blaring in the very back of her mind as Momo shamelessly pulled scissors out of her actual gut just to snip Lillian's clothes off as though that was actually needed. The thing had buttons for a reason! Yeah, it was white, and covered in blood, but the stains could come out if you knew what you were doing. And Mihoko always knew what she was doing.

"Damn, Momo! You're hot!" Mina cheered loudly. Her statement was punctuated by a wave of snickers from the boy's side. There was only a fence separating them. Albeit, it was a very tall fence. That didn't mean it wasn't thin. Lillian was almost glad the sound traveled as though there were no barrier at all. This way, Hitoshi, Shoto, Izuku, and even Bakugo would be able to hear her last words.

They hosed Lillian down like she was a homeless dog or something before Tsuyu and Ochako physically dragged her into the water. Hagakure was thankfully quiet enough not to be heard by the the guys when she complimented the freckled girl's boobs. That didn't mean Lillian didn't squeak and sink into the hot spring until only her eyes and up were visible, blowing bubbles for a moment in her flustered panic.

It wasn't bad. The guys chatted on the other side, and the girl's chatted on their's. Lillian eventually got to the point where she could sit comfortably by Ochako without freaking out. She felt alright. She wasn't as confident as Mina of course, who was literally sitting on a rock chattering away for all the girls to see, but she wasn't as bad as Jiro, who'd sunk in as deep as she could go without actively drowning.

"Guys, it's been so long since we've had all us girls together like this!" Mina clapped her hands together enthusiastically.

"I don't know, ribbit. We change in the changing rooms together for training almost everyday of the week." Tsuyu croaked. She seemed extremely relaxed, even with the temperature of the hot spring. There wasn't as much steam as Lillian would have thought. That being said, she'd only even seen these in anime, so who was she to judge? 

"Yeah, but we never have time to talk long! This is like, a good time to get gossip, right?" Hagakure asked. Momo suddenly looked excited. Lillian knew she hadn't really had any friends before UA, though it was mostly because she went to a private school that was strict in its schedule and left no room for socialization. Unlike Lillian, the girl jumped at the chance to do something even relatively teenage-girl like.

"I see! What kind of gossip?" Her eyes were shining. Lillian didn't have the heart to tell her how much teenage gossip sucked.

"Boys, of course." Ochako answered in a hushed but excited tone. Scratch that; Lillian didn't need to tell them anything. They already knew and were apparently here for it. She wanted to sink into the water completely and let it fill her lungs. Especially when Mina and Hagakure both giggled, a sure sign this was going to get spicy. But you know what? Lillian would sip this tea. Then, she could spill it to Hitoshi and Neito later. Maybe Shoto, if he had the heart to take whatever was said.

"Yeah, boys. We haven't talked about them in forever." Mina said, hushed. Lillian jumped slightly as the pink haired girl zeroed in on her, like a shark that had spotted blood in the water. "Lillian, you're close with Todoroki, right? What's he like behind closed doors?"

Lillian had a moment of panic. What was she supposed to say? People never asked her about Shoto-- they just already knew him. Or they got to know him and saw for themselves. How did she react to a question like this? Lovingly call him her sweet meme child? Affectionately call him a little shit head? Shrug and say he was a cool guy?

"U-Uh, he plays a lot o-of Temple Run? A-And... breaks... things?" Lillian tried. They looked confused, so she quickly scrambled to fix herself. "I-I mean, he fixes them after."

"What do you mean?" Jiro looked extremely confused. Lillian sunk back. Regretti regretti her spaghetti. She should have stopped at temple run. Maybe added in something about him liking to read, even though that was complete bullshit. Shoto? Reading a novel for his own enjoyment? She'd laugh when that day came. Either way, she hadn't even been in here that long and had already dug herself into a hole. Story of her life. This was why she didn't talk to people!

"U-Uh... he and Izuku were f-fixing the dryer, and it sorta blew up. Pretty s-sure they almost died from smoke inhalation, a-actually. It ended up fixed. S-Shoto slipped in the shower a-and broke a part of the s-sink somehow. Chad and H-Hajime fixed it with ramen." Lillian got a distant look in her eyes. "C...Come to think if it, Shoto also put a hole in the ceiling, broke off the shower head, shattered a window, and even broke down the front door a few times."

They stared at her for a long moment, clearly not expecting that. From the other side of the hot spring, Hitoshi shouted, "He also broke my phone once!" 

"No he didn't." Lillian frowned. It sounded like the teen was closer to the fence, like she was, so he could probably hear. "He broke it twice."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second." Mina held up both her hands. Lillian blinked at her. The heat had already flushed her cheeks, so nobody could tell she was blushing from embarrassment. Though the twisting of her expression may have given it away, if Ochako's hand on her shoulder was anything to go off of. "Do you live with him or something?"

"I-I mean, I did for a while. H-He, Hitoshi, N-Neito and I shared a room." Lillian shrugged. They all stared at her. She stared back. What did they want her to say? 'Oh, yeah, Neito also died during that time, sometimes a Nomu brings us pizza, they once duct taped Hitoshi to the ceiling, Shoto sometimes sets things on fire, and also, just as a fun little addition, I happened to move out because our homeroom teacher is my real father! What about my other parents, you ask? Yeah, they kidnapped me from a hospital when I was a baby! But don't worry about it.'

Yeah, not gonna happen.

"...Wow, living with that many people must've been pretty intense." Jiro said after a while, her voice cool and level. Lillian sunk further back. As though sensing her unease, the laid-back teen shifted the direction of the conversation. "Let's play twenty questions or something. I'll start. Ask me anything."

So they all did. They came up with questions about her family, asking if she had siblings, about the instruments she played. It made Lillian realize there was a lot she didn't know about Jiro. Or about her other female classmates for that matter, as they took their turns. Ochako really liked milk, Tsuyu had a little sister and little brother, Momo was fond of Russian nesting dolls, Hagakure really liked doing nail art but couldn't do it on herself, and Mina put marshmallow fluff on her toast. Ochako also apparently had a giant crush on Izuku. Lillian had almost slipped down in her seat and choked on water at that.

"Lillian, have you ever flirted with someone before?" Mina asked excitedly. As though this were the drama of the century. A need-to-know fact. End of the world type knowledge. Lillian prepared to shake her head, but then her nose scrunched up in thought. Her mind flashed back to her playing Mr. Boombastic while holding a pizza above her head in Bakugo's front yard. Bakugo asking her if she was flirting. Her answering with maybe, and then straight up telling Mitsuki Bakugo she was here to romance her son. Her cheeks flushed redder than usual at the memory.

"Oh my god, she totally has! Who was it? Todoroki? Shinso?" Hagakure questioned. Lillian's face twisted with disgust without her meaning it to, so the girl backtracked. "Is it someone in class?"

Shaking her head would have been the proper answer, but she panicked under the peer pressure and ended up shrugging. When it's a yes or no question, you never shrug. It's a sure as shit sign that you're trying not to say yes. And the girls saw that. Momo's eyes had that shine in them again, and Ochako was almost vibrating in place. Lillian? Flirting? It didn't seem possible, but if the freckled girl had a crush... who was it? Someone in class. She only really talked to Hitoshi, Shoto, and Izuku these days. Maybe Iida, or Kirishima? They seemed the most likely. 

"We should get out. I'm getting all wrinkly." Hagakure said, and you could tell she was sticking out her tongue. "Besides, the boys have gone dead silent. I bet they're all listening!" 

"Are not!" Kaminari whined from the other side. Jiro and Mina shared dry looks. Lillian was tempted to spout something about Chungus, but didn't want Kaminari to accidentally electrocute over half their class to death by mistake. The pajamas she'd brought to change into were shoved in a cubby above her dirty shoes. She cringed at the sight of the footwear. Yeah, those could use a good spray. Maybe some bleach. Perhaps she could convince Momo to make her some new ones so she could let Shoto burn these ones.

Okay, so hot springs experience, almost okay. That wasn't the problem. She'd seen the room the girls were all sharing, and it was essentially no better than a broom closet. They were really out here trying to Harry Potter the shit outta them, and Lillian wasn't here for it. All their mats were pressed together tightly. Like the floor was a giant bed. The guys didn't have that. They had spaces between their mats. Straight up walkways. Plenty of space in their huge-ass room!

"I don't even have a crush right now. I guess Ochako and Lillian are the only ones." Mina huffed as she pulled her shirt over her head. The boys were up and talking again, clambering to get out of the water and dry off so they could head to bed. Lillian was wiped. Totally done. Her weave was off and flying, and she wasn't getting it back anything soon. Sister? Snatched. Hotel? Trivago. This was some free real estate.

"So who is it, Lillian? I haven't seen you show any interest in anyone in class." Momo tried to sound idle, but the eagerness in her tone gave her away. Lillian stared at her, yanking up her pants. She didn't have the brain power for this. The cramped room, plus this? Not happening. She would panic. She was used to either sleeping alone in a bedroom or in a bedroom with Hitoshi, Shoto, and Neito in it. Neito obviously wasn't an option at the moment, but Shoto, Izuku, and Hitoshi all were present. She was going to use that.

"O-Oh, no one you know." That was bullshit. They all knew it. Lillian wasn't even sure it was really a crush so much as her being a real one. A true homie. A bro-slice mc home-slice. Or she was fucking herself over with denial and she'd actually caught feelings for human dynamite. "I'm sleeping in the guys room today."

"I don't think you can do that, ribbit. Mr. Aizawa will drag you back." Tsuyu didn't at all seem deterred by her, though the others seemed surprised at her bluntness. Lillian really didn't care. She was jittery and wanted to fist bump Hitoshi and Neito. Right when she'd been getting truly comfortable living with her dad, of course they's go here where nothing was familiar to throw her to the wolves. The wolves being her female classmates. And again, she loved them and hanging out with them was fun. It was just... stressful. She felt like she could only do it so long before burning out, and it wasn't like that around Hitoshi, Shoto, and Izuku-- or Neito, but he wasn't here at the moment.

"I-I'll sleep in the hall outside, then." Lillian's eyes flashed suddenly, and they narrowed. "If he really thinks he can drag me out, that is."

"But what if he expels you?" Hagakure seemed distressed but also invigorated. She clearly wanted to see how this would go down.

"O-Oh, he won't." Lillian said quietly. They watched a strange smile stretch across her face; though, it was only there for a second. They all saw it nonetheless and were a bit taken aback to say the least. The smile looked almost familiar, all teeth and pulling from ear to ear. "He wouldn't dare."

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The guys of 1-A aren't the tightest knit group, and most had their own little cliques within the class. Despite this, they all consider one another friends. Barring Bakugo, the new guy, Shinso, and possibly Todoroki. The half-and-half boy was a bit hard to read. The point was, they were all comfortable enough around one another to talk freely. Sharing a room wasn't bad. Pretty cool, actually. They all rolled out their futons, chatting idly with one another. Several yawns were exchanged throughout, but nobody seemed to mind. 

Bakugo was staring at his phone. He had a very specific article opened on it, and couldn't find it in himself to look away from it. He'd read it over and over again. Had nudged Lillian and initiated physical contact, like it had urged him to. He'd felt sparks each time. Yeah, he hadn't kissed her or any shit like that. She'd probably cry if he did. The point was that he wanted to kiss her. The want was the thing. What the fuck was up with that? He actually adored who she was as a person, and wanted physical contact? he had no fucking idea what that meant or what to do.

The door slid open, effectively silencing them all and causing the explosive blonde to quickly lower his phone. They expected to see Aizawa's silhouette in the doorway, but it definitely wasn't his. Sure, the messy hair was there, but it was without a doubt Lillian. Her posture was hesitant, a blanket bundled up in her arms. They all stared at her as her eyes scanned the room. Hitoshi, who was already on his back, rose his hand without even looking over. His other scrolled through his phone. 

Lillian entered, closing the door behind her. Bakugo sat up a bit straighter. He was right up by the wall, right below where the Turnip Bastard had stuck his own futon. So if Lillian was by Turnip, that meant Bakugo was by Lillian. An absolute win, without a doubt. He watched with keen eyes as she scurried over to where he was. Icyhot looked at her as she approached. He and Deku had placed their futons close to one another, right by Hitoshi, who'd successfully jammed himself in the corner. 

"Did you ask y- Mr. Aizawa?" Hitoshi corrected himself before he could refer to their teacher is her dad. Even keeping his voice low, the entire room could still hear. Everyone was staring.

"O-Of course not. H-He would h-have said no." Lillian hissed out. Her eyes darted to Shoto and Izuku. "You two are sharing now. Hitoshi, scoot. Th-This one's -mine now."

Shoto shrugged and obeyed, causing Izuku to flush. Hitoshi didn't even bother getting up. He just groaned and rolled over onto Shoto's now abandoned bedding so that Lillian could plop down on his. The rest of those in the room continued to stare as she made herself comfortable, nodding to Bakugo awkwardly as she adjusted her blanket. To his credit, he didn't ask what the fuck he was doing here, which was a bit of a surprise to most of the people present. Not that they knew jack or shit about their relationship. 

It was Kirishima who finally spoke. 

"Uh... no offense, Lillian, but why are you in here?" He asked awkwardly. Behind him, Tokoyami's futon unrolled with a quiet flutter.

"To sleep." Hitoshi, Shoto, and the girl in question all answered in sync. Bakugo huffed and pulled out his phone to text her, careful to angle it so nobody at all could see what he'd been reading before when he typed in the pass-code.

"Uh... so does Mr. Aizawa really not know you're in here?" Sero inquired with a raised eyebrow. A few people got back to work, evidently deciding Lillian's presence was nothing to be concerned about. Really, it wasn't. It just... wasn't expected. Aizawa had been painfully clear on the rooming situations. Boys were in their own room, and girls were in their's. It was simple as that. But it wasn't their heads if Lillian got caught. It was her own.

"H-He doesn't." Lillian admitted. Her phone pinged. "I-It's fine, though! I'll deal with it. I'll try not to bother you guys." 

"Oh, no it's fine! We were just wondering." Sero blurted out in a panic. Lillian was know for being the timid type, and making her cry probably wouldn't bode well with Shoto, Izuku, Hitoshi, or anyone really. Lillian offered a shy smile, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She pulled out her phone. Bakugo would get antsy the longer it took her to reply when she was sitting near him. Lillian wasn't sure how long distance worked for him, but had figured out that he'd constantly check his phone waiting for a response. It was actually sort of sad, but in an almost cute way. Mostly sad though. She wasn't that interesting to talk to.

Cyndaquil: 
What the fuck are you doing in here?

Useless Twig:
Has your quirk made you deaf already? I'm here to sleep.

Cyndaquil:
You have a fucking vagina, not a penis

Useless Twig:
Good job, Captain Obvious. Would you want to sleep in a room full of teenage girls you really don't chat with that often, or would you prefer to sleep near the two people you lived with for a decent amount of time?

Cyndaquil:
Look, I don't care that you've hauled your ass here

Cyndaquil:
But if you get sent home over one dumbass little thing I'm going to blow you up

Useless Twig:
Wow, so this is friendship. How nice.

Cyndaquil:
Shut the fuck up. I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you, and you know it.

Useless Twig:
You're literally not

Cyndaquil:
I could be 

Lillian looked up from her phone to raise her eyebrows in a silent 'what the fuck?' he couldn't respond to. He just scowled as his cheeks flushed, throwing down his phone and plopping down on his futon. Kirishima gave him an odd look, but Bakugo was facing the wall, his face hidden from view. Lillian shrugged and shut off her own phone, dropping it by her side. She didn't have the time or energy to decipher Bakugo's sleep-deprived thoughts and delusions. Sleep sounded heavenly right now. Hell, Aoyama was already out like a light.

Before she could lay down completely, the door slid open. Silence once again fell upon them, this one tenser than the last. Lillian held her breath as she looked up to meet her father's gaze, unable to keep the guilt out of her wide eyes. He had his lips pressed into a thin line. He was wearing the expression he wore when he didn't like something, but didn't actually want to say anything about it. Lillian braced for the worst, but hoped for the best. He continued to stare.

She didn't want to stress him out. Lillian never would intentionally, but she didn't know what to do. A naive part of her that had yet to shrivel up and die like the rest of her had hoped he just wouldn't notice. Perhaps going to him first would have worked out better, but she knew how set he got on regulations at times. He was a strict person. He loved her, but his argument here was going to be the valid one once they finally went off. She was a teenage girl in a room full of teenage boys. Sure, half were probably gay anyway, but it still counted if they weren't out yet! She was supposed to be with the other girls.

Lillian hesitated. Her dad was definitely doing that weird power-move thing where he waited for the other person to speak first. A part of her wanted to remain silent and just ghost the guy. Roll over, go to sleep. But she didn't have the lady balls for that, and everyone knew it. But what in the cinnamon toast fuck was she supposed to say? There were a number of excuses she could use. Besides, if she passed out now, he'd just lift her up and carry her off to the gates of hell again. 

"U-Uh... I... h-have turned into a lesbian?" She tried. Sero choked on the Advil has was trying to take.

"Want to try that again?" Aizawa asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"A... butch lesbian?" Lillian bargained. He raised his eyebrows.

"We all know you're not gay." Hitoshi said, not even looking away from his phone. Lillian turned to him, offended. He gave her a placating glance. "Don't look at me like that. It was a sad attempt."

"Lillian." Aizawa's tone had reached warning dad levels. Lillian coughed.

"I now sexually identify as a male." Several snickers at that one. Aizawa rose an eyebrow, so Lillian assumed that wasn't going to work and went to the next best thing. "My period told me to."

"That's not how those work." Aizawa said decidedly, but Lillian could see the doubt in his eyes. Excellent. Something she could work with. Mr. Aizawa wasn't used to being a dad. They weren't exactly hiding their relationship, but she didn't feel like revealing it now when she was so exhausted. Explaining would be a bitch, and she'd only be more of a target if it got out that an Underground hero had a daughter. That aside, in any other situation, she'd straight up call him dad and watch him crumble. It always made her stuttery and embarrassed to refer to him as such, but he'd melt like chocolate on a hot day. She was working on getting used to the title. 

"H-How would you know? Are you a girl?" Lillian accused. More snickering. She wanted to drip into a puddle and die, but had to stay strong if she wanted to get her way. Her dad was stubborn, but she could easily match that. Genetics. It was a thing. She'd totally raise her hair and flash her glowing eyes at him if they didn't have the extra spectators.

"I thought you sexually identified as a male now." Aizawa took a step further into the room. 

"I still have a vagina!" Lillian exclaimed, quickly recoiling when Sero broke into full laughter. Kirishima was trying very hard to stifle his, and even Kaminari was. He didn't seem as scared of her anymore. Lillian would need to fix that.

"You're not even on your period." Aizawa accused back, eyes narrowing.

"What, are you going to check?" Lillian said in as challenging a tone as she dared. This was the first time she'd straight defied her father-- or anyone really-- and it was giving her heartburn. It's not like she wanted to, but there was no way she was getting any sleep in the cesspool of female hormones swimming in the tiny girl's room. She had plenty of space! She'd fallen asleep on Hitoshi before, so just falling asleep next to him really should've been seen as an improvement.

"Lillian." Aizawa said again. He wasn't breaking, so Lillian knew it was time to pull out the final stop. She let the tears she was constantly holding back as she went about her day to day life fill her eyes. A cruel move, but she didn't want to have a panic attack and would do pretty much anything to avoid it. You could actually see the moment her dad realized she was about to let them spill, too. His entire body flinched back as though he'd been struck, and he physically took a step back and out the door. As though him being in the room might make it worse.

"Oh, man, she's about to cry." Hitoshi's tone was flat, but it sort of worked in a weird way. "You really want to go down this road, Mr. Aizawa?"

Aizawa stared in mute horror. He'd never made his daughter cry in like, a bad way before. He really didn't want today to be the day that happened. He didn't want it to happen ever, actually, unless it was the happy kind of tears she sometimes spilled. Swallowing heavily, he glanced at the rest of the boys. They were looking at him with mildly judgmental looks. A definite sign he should just back off and let her have this one.

Besides, she was just doing it to sleep. She'd pass out, and be out at the ass crack of dawn just like everyone else. She didn't feel comfortable with the other girls, and Aizawa knew (begrudgingly) trusted Shinso. He and Lillian were best friends, and she'd passed out in the same bed as him more than a few times. In this case, the pair of them both had entirely separate futons. Totally appropriate. He trusted the other boys wouldn't be unbecoming. Kaminari normally would have made him hesitate, but the poor kid was terrified of Lillian. He wouldn't say a word, let alone go near her.

"Fine." He sighed. There were a few cheers of victory, but they were silenced quickly by his glares. "No throwing parties, no breaking windows, no crawling through the ceiling, no pillow forts, no sheet tents, no dance offs, no truth or dare: meme edition, no letting Todoroki break dance, no pillow fights, no going outside, no climbing trees, no Uno, no filling the room with leaves to jump in, no making the sheets into any sort of "new clothing", no dance parties, no vine wars, no making torches, no drawing on anyone's arms or legs, no secret hand shakes, friendship dance offs, no fashion shows of any kind, and no Chad."

"Well wait, what about-" Hitoshi was cut off.

"No drag." Aizawa grit out, eyes flashing red. "Sleep. Now. My room is just down the hall." 

Aizawa gave Lillian a meaningful look, and she got the message. He was there if she needed something. With a hesitant smile, she waited until he closed the door to wipe at her eyes and release a deep breath. Thank god she could do that on command, even if she probably would have wailed like a wuss had he tried to remove her for real. Hitoshi offered his fist, which she bumped hers again. The rest of their male classmates stared, save for Shoto and Izuku. The former was already asleep, and the freckled boy was getting close. They were used to it at this point.

"...What a mad banquet of darkness." Tokoyami broke the still silence. Shoji coughed into one of his fists awkwardly, clearly having no idea what to say to literally any of that. Nobody could blame him. They were all pretty speechless.

"Where'd he get all that stuff from anyway? Do you guys live near him or something? Is he like, a family friend?" Kirishima scratched the back of his head, utterly perplexed. Bakugo remained laying down-- still facing the wall-- only now he was grinning like a madman. Lillian shifted, looking utterly innocent to all those staring at her. Mr. Aizawa had an over-active imagination. She was a meme lord, but broken windows? Drag? Dance parties? They doubted it. She seemed pretty reserved most of the time, even if she had her short moments.

"N-No idea. We're a-all tired." Lillian gave a shy smile, cheeks pink. "S-Sorry for intruding. I was f-feeling claustrophobic. I'll try not to d-disturb any of you."

Hitoshi suppressed a snort of amusement. And for the record, Lillian didn't smack him for it. Though she may have flipped him off just a little, not that anyone would be able to tell you.

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Wh-what's this? Lillian x Katsuki progress? Lillian realizing she may have caught legit ass feelings? About time-

But yes, I apologize for the filler. There was an awkward in-between and yeah I'll stop now I'm sorry it sucked ass ahhhhcjhcvhvuushwb

Me: *Gives Bakugo crush on Lillian*

Me:

Me: Yeah that's fine

*Skip like a million chapters*

Me: ...Wait did Lillian ever get a crush baCk—