Havoc_And_Weird, I believe you requested the Chaotic Lillian and Lawful Lillian body swapping. So Lawful Lillian, the one we know and love, wakes up in the body of Chaotic Lillian. And vice versa. Hopefully I'm getting that right because the DMs are gone for some reason for me. Yeet! 

I confused even myself trying to write this, so if you're lost, don't worry. We're all in the same boat-

Half of this is edited and half is,,,, not so YEET sorry for typos

Third person pov

The multiverse is a complicated thing. To put it simply, there are several universes. There is more than one Lillian in existence. Each one is different and unique, whether one be straight, one be lesbian, one be male, one have anger issues. The point is-- the shy Lillian we all know and love is not the only Lillian out there, which is really how this happened to begin with. The existence of multiple versions of herself really did mess things up.

In one universe, there is what some might call a chaotic Lillian. There is nothing shy about her. She's loud, and abrasive, and smiles wildly, and breaks rules. She'll takes shots of alcohol despite being under-aged with zero hesitation and is known for her party-animal status. With short, wild hair and a grin that never fades, she's a bouncy, spunky little thing. Everything about her screams trouble. She has a potty mouth, never bothering to listen to authority. She is nothing like the lawful Lillian we all know and love. They're opposites.

So of course, by some twist of fate, they would end up switching bodies. Maybe it was a quirk, maybe the higher powers got bored and wanted to watch some shit go down. Either way, spunky Lillian found herself waking up in the body of shy Lillian, and shy Lillian found herself waking up in the body of spunky Lillian. And hey, maybe she wasn't the only one to switch.

What ensued... well, let's just say it wasn't good.

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Aizawa was still getting used to living with Lillian. It was a lot to go from living completely alone to having a teenager staying with him. Of course, he loved Lillian. She was a quiet and polite house guest. She had her own flaws, but he had his own as well. They were both learning to deal. If Lillian stared at him for a long amount of time, he'd know he'd either left out empty juice packets instead of throwing them away, or he'd accidentally put an empty container back in the freezer when it was supposed to go in the trash. In contrast, he'd awkwardly hover, and she'd know she forgot to take her clothes out of the dryer, or that Yeet was in his bed again.

Another thing she wasn't good at was getting up in the morning. A lot of times, Aizawa found himself knocking on her door and softly telling her it was time to get ready for the day. And he'd smile fondly at the tired groan that came from the other side of the door, and the dull thump that signaled she'd quite literally rolled out of bed. It was just a part of their routine. He'd make breakfast, go get her, and then they'd eat together.

Today, however, the ritual was broken. Snapped in two like a damn saltine if you asked Aizawa. 

Lillian's door opened with a bang like a gunshot, causing Aizawa to look up from the pancakes he was attempting to make. Lillian came absolutely bouncing down the hall, an invigorated grin on her face and her eyes alight with mischief that wasn't usually present in her expression. Aizawa blinked slowly at her as she skidded into the room, looking around curiously. Her eyes came to rest on him, and her head cocked as though she wondered why he was there. He raised his eyebrows in question. This was unlike her, and he was honestly a bit concerned.

"Hey, Mr. Dadzawa! Any reason I'm in your apartment? I also don't recall my hair being so long, but maybe that's just me! It's actually pretty crazy, don't you think? I had no idea it could grow this fast! I must have drunk something." Lillian chirped with more energy than even Mic managed to muster up most mornings. He flinched. Mr. what? And drunk? "Oh, never mind that. Wouldn't be the first time I crashed at your pad! Can't believe there's no broken windows this time. Awesome snake, by the way! What's his name? I thought you were more of a cat guy, to be honest!"

Lillian plopped down in front of him, tilting her head happily and not looking at all like she was bullshitting him. Aizawa very slowly turned off the stove, his lips pressed tightly together. Someone had to have put her up to this, right? She knew who Yeet was, and she was acting like they didn't live together. The hair comment was also a bit odd. All that aside, he'd never seen Lillian act like this in the mornings. She'd usually come out, her hair an absolute mess and still in her pajamas. The girl before him didn't have a single hair out of place, and her uniform was on, even if the tie wasn't done.

"...That's your snake. Yeet?" Aizawa raised an eyebrow. She raised one back. His statement didn't make her falter. Aizawa's concern was growing. He had a feeling that maybe this wasn't a charade. If she wasn't faking, they had a problem. A big problem.

"Well, thank you for the snake then. I didn't realize you could make vine references." She waved a hand, slipping of the stool. "Well, I'm off to class! Kaminari will be wondering where I am."

"Wait, wait, what?" Aizawa dropped the spatula onto the stove top, the unfinished pancake abandoned in the pan. There were several things wrong with what she'd just said, but one stuck out like a sore thumb. "What do you mean? Kaminari is terrified of you."

"Everyone is terrified of me, Dadzawa." Lillian countered, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. Another red flag. Something was horribly wrong. This wasn't his daughter, was it? No, it was. She was just... different. Not necessarily dangerous, but there was something off. Very, very off. Had she been hit by a quirk somehow? He wasn't sure when that would have happened. Yeah, sometimes she snuck off to Hitoshi's, but she never failed to text him when she did so. 

"Who're your parents?" Aizawa tested, blinking out of his daze and moving to follow her as she strutted towards the door. She threw an odd look over her shoulder, seeming confused. Aizawa held his breath, trying to recall the last time he'd seen her. It had been last night at three in the morning, and she'd been perfectly normal. So sometime in the past three to four hours, something had happened to her. Had someone broken in?

"June and Hisato Faust. You've met them before." She shrugged. Aizawa felt his heart plummet, his eyes going wide and his jaw dropping in horror. That was wrong. This was wrong. Oh no. This wasn't good at all. "Peace out, Dadzawa!" 

"W-Wait-" He sputtered out, but it was too late. She was already gone, happily singing to herself as she skipped out the door.

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Lillian, the one we know, love, and adore woke up with a gasp. She jolted up in a bed that was only slightly familiar with strands of hair brushing oddly against her jaw. Immediately, her hands flew up to where her hair was chopped off at the chin. Having such a light head felt weird. Her eyes went wide. She wasn't exactly against getting her hair cut, but it would be nice if someone told her before they did it, or something like that. Her blue eyes darted around, waiting to see Hitoshi or Neito with a camera. Maybe Chad. She froze immediately. This was wrong. This was very, very incorrect, and it needed to not.

This was her bedroom. No-- it wasn't, but it had been. This was the room she'd had at her not-parent's house. The one she hadn't seen since before the Sports Festival. Lillian's throat gradually tightened, her gaze crawling across the space as panic welled in her. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. If she was waking up here, it meant she'd either been hit with a quirk, had somehow reversed time, or was stuck in some sort of nightmare. None of those were good things.

Stumbling out of bed, she picked up the pieces of her uniform that were strewn around the area. It was wrinkled, but she did her best to shakily smooth it out as she put it on. Her tie wasn't present, but she found it folded neatly in the top drawer of her oddly-dusty dresser. Her breaths were coming out a bit faster than usual as she clumsily put it on. This was all wrong. She wasn't supposed to be here! She didn't want to be here. She just... She needed to get to UA.

She hadn't been to this house since the day she left, and hadn't seen it either. They avoided going around the corner. Until now, it hadn't been an issue. But this wasn't just them driving past one day. No, she was actually inside her old bedroom. It was suffocating. She never would have thought being back here would have this sort of effect on her. Maybe it was the suddenness, or maybe she just genuinely couldn't deal with it. Either way, she wanted out. And she wanted out now.

Grabbing her bag, she carefully opened her door and peeked out. She'd hoped maybe this was some sick joke, but the hallway was the same one she remembered, littered with photos she wasn't a part of. Lillian took a deep breath. Shuffling quietly out the door, she didn't bother to close it all the way as she inched down the hall. She could hear the tell tale signs of her not-mother. The clinking of dishes in the kitchen, and humming. Tears welled in her eyes, but she hastily wiped them. She just had to make it to UA. Then, her dad could help her.

Being in this hall hurt in a way. She felt angry at her not-parents, but she missed them in a way too. Even if they had kidnapped her, they'd still been her parents for the first fifteen years of her life. They had taken great care of her all things considered, and though she'd popped out the other end with horrible anxiety and little-to-no social skills, she'd still been loved by them and the rest of their families.

"Oh, there you are, dear!" June Faust gave her daughter a brilliant smile once she inched into view, but it faded soon after it appeared. "Are you alright? You look a bit pale dear... oh, and you're wearing your tie! How nice!"

"U-Um..." Lillian was frozen, seeing the woman who'd raised her again. June smiled back, clearly confused by her behavior as Lillian gaped at her. How could the freckled girl not? Staring into her mother's blue eyes, she couldn't help but wonder how she hadn't realized this woman wasn't her mother sooner. They didn't look anything alike. The shade of Lillian's irises were completely different than June Faust's darker ones. 

"You're being awfully... tame this morning." June commented, causing Lillian to flinch. Her eyes darted to where the front door was. Would June try to stop her if she ran? Being here felt like being strangled. It reminded her vaguely of what drowning might feel like, a panic attack slowly tightening its grip around her middle and aiming to drag her down. Ducking her head and bringing up her arm to wipe at her eyes, she began her brisk walk towards the door. June startled, "Where are you going, dear?"

"I-I have to go." Lillian managed to wheeze out, throwing open the door and rushing outside. She would have stopped there and slowed, but her feet ended up carrying her further than expected. All she could hear was her short breaths as her feet thudded against the pavement. Her short hair whipped annoyingly at her cheeks, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She just kept her head down and rushed ahead. She didn't know why she was here. Why her hair was short, why her uniform had been all over the place, why she was still living in that house. Nothing made sense.

Her shoulder clipped someone else's, sending her stumbling to the side awkwardly. She released her backpack straps as she steadied herself, teary gaze falling upon who she'd run into. It was Hitoshi without a doubt, but he was scowling heavily at her as he brushed his blazer off. He glared, and she flinched. This wasn't like him. The Hitoshi she knew would never look at anyone like that. 

"Watch it, hero course." He bit out, turning on his heel and continuing. Lillian's throat closed up completely, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. Her breaths came out in wheezes as she gripped the straps of her backpack as tightly as she could. 

This was wrong. Hitoshi did not know her here, and it was... it was just wrong.

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Chaotic Lillian was absolutely, 100% sure she was no longer in her world! For one thing, she'd just woken up in her teacher's apartment. So weird, right?! Totally insane! Another thing was her hair. She hadn't had it this long since she was a kid! She definitely wanted to cut it, but that would be rather rude to this world's Lillian, right? She still had some manners in her! Either way, Chaotic Lillian was loving all the surprises in store for her here! First the whole Aizawa thing, and now that cutie from General Studies was waiting at the gate for her.

"Hiya!" Lillian chirped as she approached, cocking her head up at him. He raised an eyebrow at her, a lazy half-smile forming on his face. Normally he glared at her and told her to fuck off when they ran into each other on the street! This Lillian, whoever she was, had totally made progress in the cool friends department. I mean, brainwashing? No match against her quirks, but still so, so cool!

"Hey. You seem... cheerful this morning. Where's Mr. Aizawa?" Hitoshi raised an eyebrow. Chaotic Lillian smiled brightly at him.

"No idea! Now, take me to class." She demanded without pause. "Oh, did you know I have a snake?"

Hitoshi stopped for just a moment, his steps only faltering slightly. Lillian grinned wildly up at him, tilting her head to the side. Hitoshi stared at her for a moment. Lillian knew she was being assessed, and waited patiently for him to finish, all while holding back a 'you like what you see?' comment. Hitoshi took a very small step back after only a few seconds, eyes darting from her missing tie, to her eyes, and then to her hair.

"Who are you?" The tired, purple-haired teen asked in an accusing tone. 

"Lillian Faust, silly!" She chirped. For some reason, he looked like he'd been struck. "See you later, cutie! Can't believe you know this Lillian well enough to realize the difference! Cute!" 

And then she bounced off, just like that. No further elaboration. She wondered what the Kaminari here was like!

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Lawful Lillian almost screamed when she got to UA. Because she turned the corner, and came face to face with what looked like a less-dry Tomura Shigaraki. Legitimately, the guy looked totally different. Like he'd found out what chapstick and lotion was. He beamed down at her happily. It was such a normal expression, and Lillian couldn't help but think it looked out of place on his face as her mind flashed back to him disintegrating her father's elbow, and demanding the Nomu crush him into the ground. Bile rose in the back of her throat.

"Hey, Lillian! How're you this morning?" The man chirped as though they were friends. He was wearing what appeared to be a hero costume, with gloves that covered all but two of his fingers. Lillian felt her heart rate spike, her eyes going wide in horror. He smiled curiously down at her, reminding her quite a bit of Mirio as disturbing as that sounded. There were no bags under his eyes, and his hair wasn't shaggy and full of split ends, but instead carefully cut and done. He seemed healthy. Less wiry, and more put together. His sanity looked to be intact. 

"O-Oh, I'm g-great. F-Fine. Cool." Lillian squeaked. Shigaraki's smile dropped, similar to the way her not-mother's had.

"You're crying." He reached out, concerned. She flinched back, snapping her mouth shut so fast her teeth clacked together. Shigaraki looked hurt for the slightest of moments before quickly smoothing over his expression with a soft smile. "Hey, it's okay. You can tell me what's wrong."

Lillian stared, paralyzed. He wasn't trying to kill her, and he looked like he cared. Which was wrong. What was going on here? She could feel her breaths start to come out fast again. Her mind was spinning. Hitoshi had no idea who she was. Or maybe he did, but they hadn't seemed much like they were friends. Neito was nowhere to be found, and Shoto clearly hadn't been with Hitoshi. Chad hadn't driven by to wave at them on their way, and now Shigaraki was in the hallway of her school, worried because she was crying.

"L...Let's get you to the teacher's lounge, alright? Mr. Aizawa's in there. He'll know what to do." Shigaraki sounded awfully confident. Lillian's breath caught in her throat, and she froze as he grabbed her shoulders and began to steer her towards where Aizawa would be. This was all wrong and off kilter. Where the hell was she? This was not her world. First her not-parents, now this. Also, was that Izuku she just saw? His hair was black! As in charcoal, night-sky, the void black!

Shigaraki- again, if that was really his name- managed to get her to the teachers lounge just as her sobbing reached hysterical levels. Everyone turned to look at them immediately, their dumbfounded gazes falling on Lillian. She had her hands over her face, but everyone knew that hair. Was she actually wearing a tie? Confidence and self-assurance poured off that girl in waves most days, but here she was having some sort of breakdown. Her hair was short and an absolute mess, and not in a stylish way, and her face was blotchy from crying.

"Uh... why's she crying?" Mic asked. Lillian's sobs increased, and the blonde man flinched and winced at the dry look Midnight shot him.

"Great." Aizawa sighed heavily. "Did someone manage to hurt your feelings, problem child?"

Shigaraki released her and took a step back as she moved to wipe at her tears. She didn't really look like their Lillian. Well, she did, but she was... different. Her posture was more closed-in on itself, and her lip trembled. The usual air of assertiveness she held was non-existent. They watched with concern as she stumbled away from Shigaraki and fell back onto one of the couches in a jittery way, her eyes darting around in total panic. Something was definitely not right with this picture. Aizawa let his expression drop into something more like concern. 

"I-I-I'm not s-s-supposed-" She choked out a sob, shaking her head. "Th-This is wrong! I-I'm not s-supposed to be here!" 

"What do you mean, kiddo?" Mic asked softly. Both he and Aizawa approached, Midnight hovering behind in a concerned manner. Ectoplasm and Snipe stood back by Cementoss, watching from a distance with clearly no idea what to do. None of their students had ever broken like this, not counting the one time Kaminari saw a really cute puppy video and couldn't stop sniffling over it all day. 

"I-I live wi-with my N-Not-Parents, a-and Hitoshi i-isn't my f-friend, a-and Shigaraki i-i-is in the sch-school, a-and my hair is short." Lillian hiccuped. Nobody had ever heard her stutter before, but they listened closely in order to understand. "A-And Chad i-isn't here, a-and Eri, a-and Neito. A-And Shoto d-d-didn't walk to sch-school with H-Hitoshi. Th-This is wrong. I-I'm supposed to live with you." 

Aizawa flinched, eyebrows shooting up. This was not their Lillian, was it? He shared a look with Mic.

"What do you mean your not-parents? Why Aizawa?" Mic asked in a soft tone. Lillian felt more tears spill over, her entire body shaking. She hated this. She hated this so, so much. How did she get here, and more importantly, how did she get away? She wanted to go back to her world. Maybe being plunged into something entirely new would have been more bearable. But this? Being surrounded by people she knew and loved, and having them have no idea what she was talking about? She hated it. This wasn't her life! The one she'd built! 

"M-My not-parents aren't m-my real parents. Th-They kidnapped me when I was a kid. M-Mr. Aizawa is m-my real dad. A-And I'm supposed to l-live with him, a-and Saito a-and Michiko a-are my grandparents, a-a-and they visited, and M-Mr. Mic, y-you sometimes stay over, a-and-" Lillian's voice cracked, and she began to sob again. Aizawa looked taken aback and stunned. For one thing, one of his students knew the names of his parents. For another, they were having delusions about being related to him. That wasn't good.

"Kid, I'm not your dad." Aizawa said as Lillian sobbed into her hands. It was weird to see her like this. Everyone was fidgeting uncomfortably. Most days, Lillian burst into the teacher's lounge like she owned the place. Maybe copped a few donuts if someone brought them, hugged Mic, gave Midnight a kiss on the cheek. Finger-gunned at Snipe, did her secret hand shake with Tenko. Sometimes she'd hug All Might if he was around. But now she was claiming he was her real dad, and that her parents weren't hers.

"Yes, you are!" Her voice rose, and suddenly she looked furious with frustration. Aizawa's eyes grew wide as her gaze snapped up to meet his own, her eyes glowing red, and her messy short hair flying up like his usually did. The lounge went dead silent as the enraged expression crumbled in on her, her hair dropping just as fast as it had rose as she broke down into a fresh fit of sobs.

"Oh." Aizawa said distantly, his eyes wide. Mic was gaping next to him. "I guess you are." 

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"Kaminari!" Lillian cried happily as she spun into the classroom. Hitoshi rushed in after her, phone pressed to his ear as he frantically spoke into it. What he was saying was too quiet for any of them to grasp, but he seemed pretty uneasy as he tailed after Lillian. She wasn't walking with him like usual. Instead, it seemed like the purple-haired boy was following her instead. Shoto looked up from where he sat next to Izuku, brows raised. Kaminari looked petrified.

"O-Oh, Lillian, wh-what is it?" He shifted uneasily. Lillian tilted her head.

"We're best friends?" She leaned towards him with a grin. "Unless we aren't here! How interesting! This is so weird. Kirishima," She whipped towards him. He looked confused and a bit startled. "Have we ever made out?"

"Have we what?" Kirishima's eyes went wide. Lillian waved a hand at him. Alright, so this was a different world then! That was pretty cool. She wondered if anyone else had been affected by this quirk. Assuming it was a quirk! There was no telling, but the possibilities were most definitely endless.

"Guess not! I mean, we can if you want to. This is such a weird world. Izuku, you look so different with green hair! If that is you, that is. I may not be. Who knows! So many new things to explore. Katsuki, you're looking rather normal! Do we hate each other?" Lillian smiled at him. Realization seemed to dawn on his face as she turned to him. He looked different. Less piercings, and the sides of his head weren't shaved.

"Fuck yes I do. It happened to you too, then?" Bakugo raised his brows at her with a scoff, and Shoto and Izuku both turned to him with alarm. Lillian grinned widely. "Shit. Of all the people, of course it'd be you. You're a damn trouble magnet. A bitch, too."

"Alright, bastard! Glad to see you're with me." Lillian ignored the stares she was getting, which wasn't at all like her. Hitoshi's speaking got more frantic, and he looked stressed. Lillian wasn't the only one off, then. Bakugo was as well. He'd never call Lillian a bitch, or say he hated her. Not when he was definitely in love with her. That meant that not only was this not their Lillian, but it wasn't their Bakugo either. They didn't seem like intruders, per say. Just... different. In a bad way.

"So... is she insane, or something?" Sero piped up. Bakugo had been acting a bit off this morning, but still cursed in every other sentence, so they'd called it good. However, now Lillian was acting weird too. Really, really weird.

"Probably." Jiro drawled. Aizawa skidded into the room before anyone could reply, phone pressed to his ear. Hitoshi immediately lowered his mobile device, eyes frantic. The present students of 1-A exchanged concerned looks. Chaotic Lillian couldn't find it in herself to care. Bakugo was here too! Not the first person she would have chosen, but he certainly made things interesting! Poor Iida was gaping at her from the other side of the room. Probably appalled at all the bad words she'd dropped! So, so fun!

"Bakugo, Lillian, with me. Now." Aizawa's voice held an undertone of panic to it that wasn't usually there. He seemed as though he'd run here, his clothing more disheveled than it usually was and his brows drawn together tightly. Lillian popped up from the seat she'd taken across from Katsuki, and the explosive boy scoffed as he stood up, jamming his hands into his pockets.

"Toodles! Kirishimaaa, call me." Lillian winked at the redheaded boy, who flushed immediately. Sero laughed, but Kaminari just seemed horrified. This Lillian, whoever the hell she was, was confident. Confident enough to torture him in the open even with witnesses it, he wasn't sure. She'd implied that they were best friends, when they were in fact not best friends.

"That can' t be her." Shoto denied. That wasn't the Lillian he knew at all! Izuku was concerned as well. Intrigued, but concerned. The look on Hitoshi's face told them something had happened. They'd truly never seen him quite so distressed before. He was gazing intently at his phone, muttering to himself as he typed at the speed of actual light. It had been a long time since Shoto last heard the tired teenager murmur to himself in such a manner. He shared a worried glance with his freckled boyfriend, frowning. That Lillian hadn't even said hello to him. And Lillian always said hello to him.

"Do... D-Do you think it was a quirk, maybe? I mean, I don't know what else it could be. I've never seen her act like that. It was totally unlike her. That, and Kacchan hasn't called me a nerd in that tone of voice since middle school! It... It sort of scared me." Izuku blabbered. Shoto took his hand, hoping the warmth would comfort him.

"It had to be. I'm sure the teachers will know what to do. Principal Nezu is a genius, after all." Shoto frowned, still unsure. Izuku nodded as well. He had no idea what was happening.

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When Bakugo woke up with the sides of his head shaved and several piercings, he knew some real fuck shit was wrong.

His first instinct had been to text Lillian, of course. She was the only damn person he actually talked to anymore. These days, it felt like she was his top priority. Nothing wrong with that. After all, he liked the chick. She was a fucking badass and a damn joy to talk to. Anyone who wanted to be a judge mental shithead knew where the hell the door was, and that was that. Sometimes he texted Shitty Hair and occasionally Turnip Fucker, if he couldn't reach Lillian. Only when he opened his phone, there was nobody. Her contact wasn't saved, and all their text history was gone. Shit was hella off.

Alright, well he couldn't text her. Nothing he could do about that. He'd have to memorize her number at a later date to avoid this happening again. Aside from that, if he couldn't reach her via phone, he'd have to go find her his damn self and see if she was okay. If he'd woken up with the sides of his head shaved and, again, too many fucking piercings, then how had she rolled out of bed this morning? Poor girl was probably freaking. If he didn't have her number, it was safe to bet she didn't have his. Not that her first instinct was to text him or anything. She was more likely to panic and spiral into tears than to actually try and work through it. And there was nothing fucking wrong with that. Some people had a hard time dealing with shit, and if you thought that was pathetic then ding dong, your fucking opinion was fucking wrong.

"Bye, hag." Bakugo was in uniform and out the door before anyone could respond. Honestly, he'd almost done a double take on his parents. Had his dad had a lip ring? Because from the corner of his eye, the guy had seemed pretty hardcore. He was usually at work this early, but he didn't even try to edit his departing to include him. He was a man on a fucking mission, and anyone who tried to get in the way of that could eat shit.

UA wasn't far. Just walking, it took ten minutes. But Bakugo didn't have any damn time to walk, so he sprinted instead. Most of his muscle was in his arms, he would admit, but never let it be said that the blonde skipped leg day. The stamina he'd built up over the year kept him going. It was also cool enough that he wouldn't sweat too terribly much, and thus hopefully wouldn't randomly detonate. He didn't need that shit in his life right now. He just needed to find Lillian, and by extension, find Chad. Then maybe he'd know what the fuck was going on.

There were a few things he noticed that were odd as he entered the school grounds. People usually avoided him, yes. Wasn't uncommon, he was terrifying as all fuck and they all knew it. But these people were creating entire berths for him. Parting like the damn red sea as though he'd blow their faces off if they were within ten feet of him. He wasn't complaining or anything, but shit was weird. This was all off, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. This didn't feel like his body either, so it was safe to assume he'd been hit by a quirk and sent to another world. It wasn't as uncommon as some might think.

Another thing that caught his eye is fucking Icyhot. He wasn't with the Turnip Fucker, nor was he with Deku. He was just alone. He had that same, closed-off feel he had at the start of the year. It was a bit disconcerting, but Bakugo didn't give a shit. He'd find Lillian first, then worry about everything else. Like the fact that he'd just passed by Deku, who had black hair and looked depressed as all hell. He almost did a double take there, because what the fuck? It wasn't his business. Shit was fine. He needed Lillian, a teacher, and a goddamn explanation.

Lots of other shit happened. Shitty Hair didn't even look his way when they past by one another in the hall. In fact, he joined the crowd in creating the berth. A bit hurtful, but who the fuck was he to tell them how to live their lives? If they wanted to avoid Bakugo, that was better for him. Less shoving extras out of the way and blowing shit up to intimidate the masses. The appeal of the hair and piercings were beginning to make more sense.

Nothing could get in his way. At least, not until he ran right the fuck into Shigaraki Tomura. 

"The fuck?!" He leapt back, and so did Dust Bastard. Only he wasn't Dust Bastard at all. He looked like a normal person in a normal hero costume, with healthy locks of hair that were cut to a more reasonable length, skin that was actually fucking moisturized for once, thank fuck, and what appeared to be a hero costume. Yeah, definitely not a his world. Fucking hell. "Shit. Where the fuck is Lillian?"

"Oh, do you know why she's crying? I had to leave and was about to go find my dad. I think I was making her nervous. I've never seen her like this! She kept saying that Eraserhead was her dad, and that everything was wrong. Pretty weird, right?" He babbled a bit, and Bakugo felt slightly less threatened. Slightly. He was still on edge, because he wasn't a dumbass.

"Take me to her." Bakugo glared. "Now."

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"Come on, Eraser! Don't be like that! Where's Tenko, anyway? I haven't seen him anywhere. And what about All Might? I would have thought he would have found me by now!" Lillian jabbered as they walked towards Nezu's office. This world was soooo interesting! She couldn't believe how absolutely cool it was. It would have been awesome to see what this world's Bakugo was like, but it was alright that hers was here too. Now she wasn't so alone! She and Katsuki could bond, and take selfies, and he could try to kill her while she teased him mercilessly! It would be awesome! 

"I don't know who Tenko is, and you rarely ever talk to All Might." Aizawa seemed a bit more calm now that it was confirmed that this was in no way the daughter he knew. It was likely they'd be able to reverse what happened, but just knowing she hadn't been permanently changed was a relief. His daughter wasn't gone forever. This was just a completely different version of her from another universe. There had been cases of this happening before.

"Tenko is All Might's adopted son, you dumb fuck." Bakugo snapped. This other version of him had little to no respect for authority. The other was abrasive, but at least he followed rules. Aizawa's eye twitched. Hitting students was wrong if it wasn't training. Swatting him over the head could lead to a law suit. He was a teacher. 

"Yeah! You know, light blue hair, dry skin. Can disintegrate things with five fingers." Lillian counted off on her fingers. Aizawa choked, eyes going wide. Lillian and Bakugo raised their eyebrows at him, Lillian smiling innocently. "Oh, so you know him! I absolutely adore him. I'm so glad I met him. Without All Might, I never would have! Or maybe I would... who knows!" Lillian chirped. 

"R-Right." Aizawa cleared his throat. Not from the same world. Things were bound to be different. He just had to remain calm, and things would be fine. This wasn't this world's Lillian or Bakugo. It was just their bodies with a different person shoved inside. He'd get his daughter back. Nezu had experience in this field, and would know what the best course of action to take was. All that mattered now was getting them there and staying calm.

"You seem unsettled." Lillian hummed, rolling her shoulders. She frowned. "This body is sooo weird! I mean, there's muscle, but not a lot! Where are my abs? My biceps? My rocking calves? I'm surprised my limbs haven't flown off yet!" 

"Maybe this shitty version of you doesn't have a strength quirk, you dumbass." Bakugo snapped. Aizawa stopped walking, looking down at her oddly. Strength quirk? But that sounded a lot like... no, but Izuku Midoriya-

"All Might's missing out, then! I make for a badass successor." Lillian stuck her tongue out at him. Bakugo looked on boredly. "Don't give me that look! There's no one else around to hear, and it's not my fault you find out. We went to the same middle school!" 

"Yeah, yeah." Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Can we just get this shit over with?"

Aizawa had no words. All he could do was nod and usher them into Nezu's office without bothering to knock. In this situation, there really wasn't time to.

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Aizawa wasn't sure how to make Lillian stop crying, or how to process his sudden fatherhood. The teachers were all in shock, clearly trying to figure out how someone his age could have a fifteen year old. The ages didn't line up, but Aizawa could recall very clearly a part Mic had dragged him to. By the wince on the blonde's face, he too remembered that fateful party. Damn. This wasn't their Lillian, but even when she did go back, the point stood that her parents were apparently kidnappers. And that Aizawa was her biological dad.

The last thing anyone expected was for Bakugo Katsuki to come storming in. He was the school's designated rebel. He'd been suspended twenty times, and Aizawa would have expelled him if not for the sheer amount of potential he held. That, and Nezu insisted they keep him on. With all that was happening with the League, the blonde was in real danger of being taken. The possibility of him converting to villainy was horrifyingly high. He wanted to be powerful. To do that, he had chosen to be a hero. You could be a powerful villain too, however.

"There you fucking are!" Bakugo threw his hands in the air. "I just ran into fucking Shigaraki Tomura in the damn hallway." 

"B-Bakugo!" Lillian's eyes popped open wide. The blonde took her in for a startled second, evidently having underestimated how upset she was. He'd expected some tears, but she looked like shit. And her hair was short, which was... new. Not his favorite, but maybe that's because he liked to braid it and shit while it was long. Either way, this was definitely his Lillian. Crying, the stuttering, all that shit. And she'd recognized the name Tomura Shigaraki. Or maybe she hadn't. He didn't fucking know!

"Ah, hell. Move out of the way you dumb fucks. Someone get me ice cream. Rocky Road if you value your life." They moved out of the way as Bakugo Katsuki, yes, the one who smoked, blew up a taco casa on his internship, threw a molotov at another student, and drunk drove himself off a bridge, stepped forward. Genuine concern had made way onto his face as Lillian opened her arms up like a child wanting to be picked up. If it were anyone else, he'd have told them where to shove it. But Lillian looked absolutely terrified sitting there, curled up in on herself.

"You too." Aizawa muttered as Bakugo practically hoisted Lillian up and into his arms, hugging her to him in a comforting manner. The Bakugo and Lillian of this world hated each other with a burning passion. Though their chaotic Lillian didn't act like it, she would willingly rip out the throat of the blonde given the chance. It was the same vice versa. Them hugging wasn't a thing. Bakugo looked vaguely uncomfortable, and this Bakugo never looked uncomfortable. Just pissed off.

"Hell yes, me too. I don't know why the fuck I have all these piercings, but I better hope I never run into a damn villain with a magnetism quirk. Shit would hurt." Bakugo complained. Mic and Aizawa shared a look. Did this Bakugo actually want to be a hero, then? He clearly cared enough about Lillian to pat her back. "Who the fuck is going to get me ice cream?!"

"So you and Lillian and friends?" Mic checked. Bakugo rose an eyebrow.

"No. I'm comforting her because I fucking hate her." He said sarcastically. Mic winced, and Bakugo rolled his eyes with a sharp scoff. "Fuck yes we're friends, you dumb shit! Now get us the hell out of here. Our Mr. Aizawa is probably blowing his fucking top right now."

"He said Mr." Midnight whispered. Snipe elbowed her lightly, shaking his head. 

"I'll go get the principal." Aizawa stood up. Bakugo's face twisted. Their Aizawa would never leave while Lillian was crying. Did this one not know? It would explain the hysterics from Lillian, who'd buried her face in his shoulder. Speaking of which, what the fuck was this Lillian eating? She had more muscle than he did! It was badass but also slightly concerning at the same time. Peeking out from under her collar, he could see a scar. This Lillian had been through some shit apparently. Didn't matter. Only his did right now.

"Just hurry the fuck up. We have summer camp soon and if we miss that shit, I'll rip your face off." Bakugo complained as Aizawa stood. Mic gaped. "Why the fuck are you fucks still staring? I cuss a lot. What, is the me of this world a fucking pussy?"

"No, he just... doesn't really want to be a hero." Midnight added. It was true. Their Bakugo was uncaring and cocky. He had no regard for the lives of his classmates, thus making him unable to train one-on-one most of the time. He didn't really listen to teachers, and was mostly just here so he could blow shit up. It was concerning. Nezu was sure he'd be going down the villains path sometime down the line. Until then, they were keeping an eye on him.

"What the fuck? Why not?" Bakugo frowned. Lillian sniffled, sitting up slightly. She too looked confused.

"R-Really?" She sputtered, seeming completely lost by the mere notion. "Th-This Bakugo j-just wants to save people. Th-The one from m-my world, I-I mean..."

"And be the Number One hero." Bakugo swatted at her lightly. She swatted back.

The teachers all looked at each other. You know what, maybe keeping this Bakugo and Lillian wouldn't be all too bad if things didn't work out.

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I may do a Part Two in the future ay diggity. This is like 7,000 words and I'm b u r n t. Sorry this took so long. Leggo.