I wrote this all the way back in May for my amazing patrons and marked it as early access, but I forgot to ever post it here on Wattpad! So, before I forget again, here you go. I hope you guys enjoy!

Third person pov

The moment news of the Coronavirus and it's rapid spread plastered itself across every headline, Aizawa knew things were fucked.

As though villains and kidnapping weren't enough, Nezu decided now was not the time to take chances. The school was shut down, classes in the main building were canceled, and students were ordered to isolate in their respective dorm buildings. If it hasn't clicked for you yet, Aizawa will translate. He gets to be trapped in a box with all his students for god knows how long, and he gets to try and teach them while they're all crowded in the communal entertainment area in their pajamas. No one is allowed to leave. Not even him.

Fuck. God fucking dammit, this was not the cherry he needed atop his tragedy sundae!

"Why can't Neito quarantine with us?!" Lillian asked, waving a hand passionately off to the side where Hitoshi, Shoto, and even Kaminari were standing a safe distance away should Aizawa lose it. Shota had no idea when Kaminari had become a part of the friend group, but he wished he could undo it. "He practically lives here anyway! You can't just send him away."

"I'm sorry, Lillian." Aizawa sighed, feeling insanely tired. He had asked the principle of Monoma could join them in the 1-A dorms, but he'd gotten a firm no and an all-too-pleasant smile from the rat bastard. "I already consulted Nezu. He doesn't want to risk it. Neito put in for a transfer, but it hasn't been approved. Until it is, he's technically a 1-B student. Which means he stays in the 1-B dorms."

"Without underwear?" Shoto crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. Aizawa rose his eyebrows at the Todoroki. Without what?

"Yeah. It's all in our bedroom." Hitoshi added some context, looking quite upset. Kaminari nodded along. The support was appreciated. Aizawa could feel his brain cells slowly dying off the longer he had this conversation. He loved Lillian to pieces, but her friends were idiots. Absolute, total idiots. Shota wondered if it was too early to retire. 

"I don't have a say in the matter." Aizawa sighed. He needed a nap. Was he going to get one? God, he could already see it. Everyone, staying up until four in the morning. Breaking shit. Getting into fights. Setting the kitchen on fire— again.  This was going to be hell on earth. Not to mention he was going to have to keep Chad and Neito out of the building, which was going to be practically impossible. Especially for the former of the two. There was also the matter of keeping everyone in-- fuck, he should give his two weeks notice now. But even that wouldn't be soon enough. 

"Let me talk to the bastard." Bakugo scoffed. That was another thing. This brat was still following his daughter around. And now it definitely wouldn't be getting any better! Aizawa had been slowly separating them during training. They still were within eyesight of each other, but they were a distance away. Progress? Hah! So much for that bullshit. They were practically shoulder to shoulder, and Aizawa was going to strangle the explosive blonde for it. He couldn't handle this. He just couldn't. He wasn't emotionally strong enough for something like this. 

"What, so you can get suspended? Yeah, sounds like a great idea." Hitoshi rolled his eyes. "Neito will find his way in here. We all know he's like a rat."

"I'm telling him you said that." Shoto noted. Hitoshi's head whipped in his direction, eyes wide with betrayal. Lillian and Kaminari just barely had time to brace themselves before the one-handed teen tackled his half-and-half friend to the ground, triggering a flurry of ice and fire that made Aizawa's dread for the next few weeks to come increase exponentially. This wasn't just going to suck. Shota wasn't even sure he'd be making it out alive.

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"I don't get this." Sero frowned down at his worksheet like it was one of life's greatest mysteries. Shota massaged his temples. He wasn't a math teacher. Ectoplasm was a math teacher. Aizawa was here to train them to be heroes, not to calculate the value of X. He had literally no idea what the hell they were doing. Ectoplasm had recorded a lesson to be shown, which Aizawa had done. Of course the man had slept through most of it, so he wasn't positive what unit they were on. He was pretty sure he wouldn't know what to do even if he did. 

"Sounds like a personal problem." Aizawa droned at the tape user. Across the room, someone sneezed and sent several students screaming and scrambling away. He turned just in time to see Jiro spray Tokoyami with some sort of disinfectant. He let out a sigh, his mood souring even more when he saw that Lillian was being helped by Bakugo. At least Shinso and Todoroki were there. Shinso didn't get along with the explosive blonde very well and clearly wasn't a fan of how close the pair were getting. Aizawa was glad he wasn't the only one who'd noticed and was against it.

"Mr. Aizawa! Kaminari isn't six feet away from me!" Hagakure's voice came from... somewhere. The electric blonde jumped slightly, head whipping around wildly. 

"Well I would be if you had clothes on!" Kaminari yelped, skin sparking with electricity. Everyone's heads whipped in that direction, horrified. "Wait, you don't have clothes on."

Everyone scattered from the room like they were expecting it to blow. Everyone but Iida, who dove into the fray with gloves already on and Lysol spray at the ready.

"This is very unsanitary!" The engine-legged boy screamed amidst the chaos, spraying the Lysol with reckless abandon. Aizawa sighed. He'd let Ectoplasm know they wouldn't be getting any work done today. 

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"Oh my god, oh my god. No. Get away from me right now." Mina scrambled away from poor Kaminari, who was sitting innocently on the couch watching Shoto play games. The electric blonde turned to look at his pink friend with his brows furrowed, but Mina was already across the room huddled with Tsu and Lillian. Even Bakugo had backed away. The air in the room was stifling as Denki confusedly looked around at all of his classmates. They were all staring at him like they were expecting him to catch fire at any given moment. Which theoretically could happen since he was sitting next to Todoroki, but still. 

"What? What happened?" Kaminari asked. Shoto clearly didn't care, too focused on beating his last Temple Run score. He was an addict, but there was no rehab out there for him. Godspeed.

"Don't breathe in our fucking direction, sparky!" Bakugo hissed, pulling Lillian behind him as though that would shield her. Lillian peered around the explosive blonde, eyes wide. Kaminari tried to figure out what they were so scared of. Was there a spider on him? Was he being hazed?

"He coughed." Lillian stated, her voice quiet. "We all heard it, right?"

"I heard it." Mina agreed, looking terrified for her life. 

"Ribbit." Tsu nodded too. Kaminari felt his face pale. Had he? He hadn't even noticed. He hadn't left the dorms at all! Even before the quarantine, he was confined to campus! Trauma had made him momentarily anti-social. Now that they were all being forced to stay inside, he regretted that. He was really craving some Dairy Queen and he couldn't even go out to get it! Blasphemy. That was beside the point. There was no way he had the virus! If he had it, someone else had given it to him. Which probably meant they were all infected anyway!

"I'm not sick, I swear!" Kaminari hopped to his feet, hands up. Mina let out a small scream, and another one came from somewhere else in the room. Was Hagakure in here and they just weren't seeing her? If she was streaking again, that was just weird. "Seriously, go get a thermometer and take my temperature! I feel fine, I am fine! I was just... just clearing my throat! Yeah!" 

Lillian was already putting on her gloves. Where had Bakugo gotten that mask? Kaminari felt his face drain of any color that had been left in it as Lillian passed the blonde gloves she'd had stashed in her hoodie pocket. Which was technically his hoodie pocket, because it was his hoodie. Mr. Aizawa was probably punching the air right now. God forbid he see her in that. Then, Coronavirus would be the least of their worries.

"We can't take any chances, Kaminari." Lillian took the face shield Mina handed her. Momo had made a bunch and they were now stashed in every nook and cranny of the dorm. You could open the fridge and expect to see one sitting there, fully ready for use. Kaminari had initially thought it was a great idea to have them handy at all times and in every room, but he was now regretting that severely. Lillian looked more terrifying than Bakugo, and Bakugo's hands were emitting steam.

"It's for your own damn good." Bakugo said. And then, Lillian blinked.

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They were making Molotov cocktails when Shoto sneezed. 

"Shit!" Lillian shrieked, instinctively throwing her now-lit Molotov at the window. It broke through the glass with a shatter that made them all cringe. Her dad had definitely heard that, and he definitely wasn't going to be happy. Vlad had already broken one that week, but Hitoshi had beaten the creature back with a broom while screaming frantic apologies and spewing about Corona and social distancing. Lillian and Shoto had both stood off to the side with their hands clasped in front of them, taking a moment of silence as Vlad screamed and fell.

The bottle had cracked when it hit the window, but it broke apart completely upon hitting the conveniently placed pile of dried leaves below. Who had put that there? They weren't allowed outside, so it's not like they'd raked. Goddammit. Lillian and Hitoshi leaned out the broken window, gawking at the massive fire that was slowly growing in size. It was scarily close to the dorms. Shoto pursed his lips behind them, standing on his toes to peer over their shoulders. His right side began to emit a chill. 

This was less than optimal. Like, genuinely. What did they do in this situation? They were already done for. If her dad hadn't heard the window break, he definitely noticed the towering pile of flames just outside. She could distantly hear her classmates shouting about whether or not they were supposed to evacuate. On one hand, they were supposed to quarantine inside. On the other, a fire-filled death would be awaiting them if they didn't get an extinguisher into the fray soon. 

"...I put my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, and this is the thanks I get." Lillian breathed, swallowing. Behind them, the door slammed open. Hitoshi put his hands--- hand--- up in surrender. Shoto stepped to the side with a suspiciously blank face. This left Lillian to slowly turn around to meet the glowing eyes of her father, and the scowl of a minorly concerned Katsuki. He'd been sitting outside her door, not wanting to be the accomplice to something illegal, but still wanting to be nearby. She assumed he'd gotten distracted and wandered off to do something else in the apartment. Like cook, or clean the living room. He was a weird breed of asshole.

"Lillian." Aizawa said shortly. He took a deep breath that made even Shoto wince. "What was that?"

"Definitely not a Molotov cocktail." Lillian replied instantly, the words flying out in a spew of panic. Shoto elbowed her.

"In her defense, Shoto did sneeze and light it on fire." Hitoshi noted. Shoto gave him an offended look. This was revenge for promising to tell Neito that Hitoshi had referred to him as a rat. "In all of our defenses, Chad asked us to."

"Ch- why the hell is he even here? You're supposed to be social distancing!" Aizawa hissed, storming into the room to try and spot Chad. Lillian, Hitoshi, and Shoto all backpedaled away from the window to give the man a wide berth. Aizawa didn't even give them a glance, going straight to the window to glare down at Chad, who was now in the process of putting out the giant fire they'd set. Eri was standing off to the side with Vlad and Dabi roasting marshmallows, the other three Nomu being out patrolling the perimeter of the school. Even in a pandemic, they had to be on the lookout for villain attacks. 

"What's up, my chimichanga amigo!" Chad waved up at the underground pro like he was a neighbor just watering his lawn, not using a fire extinguisher to stop the 1-A dorms from burning to the ground. "Nice evening we're having! Want a beer?" 

Aizawa glowered down at him, eyes still glowing. He had to look like a demon from the angle, his body silhouetted by the light coming from in Hitoshi's room. Bakugo grabbed Lillian by her shoulders and looked her over like he was expecting to find an injury. Hitoshi wolf-whistled sarcastically whilst Shoto clapped his hands together in applause. That didn't help Aizawa's anger in the least. He let out a frustrated groan, turning around and storming back for the door. Lillian took a deep breath and willed herself to stop sweating.

"You're all dumbasses." Bakugo said, his tone flat and not at all impressed. No one argued. They didn't have time to. Shoto sneezed again and lit Hitoshi's discarded Molotov on fire too.

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"Go, go, go." Hitoshi whispered out the window. They were all in his room because it faced the 1-B dorms, watching as Neito booked it across the field like his life depended on it. Shoto was at the ready with the rope they'd bribed Momo into making. All it took was some fancy tea Shoto had gotten from Fuyumi as a dorm-warming present. Lillian was lingering near the door and listening for anyone who might be walking down the hall. Namely her dad, who had already had to stop Neito once. Bakugo was sitting on the floor next to her, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

"This is dumb as hell." The explosive blonde sighed, glaring at Hitoshi and Shoto as though that would stop them. Lillian shot him a withering look. "We're all going to get caught and get our windows bolted shut or some shit."

"Live a little. Why aren't you more daring?" Lillian asked him, sliding down the door to plop down next to him. He scoffed at her. 

"I got kidnapped for your ass, and you're asking why I'm not daring? Fuck that." Katsuki elbowed her lightly. Lillian elbowed him back. A fair point, but that was more reckless and spontaneous than it was daring. Being daring was the art of doing something insane and not regretting it after. You had to own it. At least, that's what Lillian had come to understand. 

"That's not daring. It's stupid." Shoto noted, not looking away from Neito. The half-and-half boy leaned forward a bit, squinting. "Wait, what's that behind him?"

Hitoshi leaned forward as well to get a better look, his eyes going wide.

"NO!" He shrieked just as Neito was tackled simultaneously by three of his classmates. The blonde when down with a shrill scream that sliced through the still silence like a knife through butter. Lillian hopped to her feet and rushed forward to see what the commotion was, but Bakugo just stayed on the floor and sighed. Lillian hung out too damn much with her stupid friends, and this quarantine only made it worse. How the hell was he supposed to have any alone time with her? He was her best friend, after all. And in love with her, so Luke-fucking-Skywalker and Icyhot could fuck right off. 

"GET THE FUCK OFF!" Neito trashed in their grips, kicking and screaming and clawing at the grass. He'd been so close. So, so close. "I'm already fucking dead, bitch! The virus isn't going to kill my ass!" 

"That's not the point, Monoma!" One of his classmates who looked vaguely like a skeleton shouted, hoisting him up over his shoulder. "You could still get them sick! Besides, it's the rules!" 

They watched in mute horror as Neito was dragged back to his dorm, shrieking profanities the whole way. Hitoshi gave a morose salute. 

"Another day, another sacrifice. Amen." Hitoshi sighed.

"Amen." Lillian and Shoto agreed, solemn. Aizawa then proceeded to slam open the door.

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Aizawa checked the room once. He checked it again. A third time.

He had finally had enough. Lillian was staying in her bedroom tonight. Alone. Anytime Todoroki and Shinso poked their heads about, something broke. A door, a wall, a window. Her bed, the dresser, the entire ceiling at one point. Not to mention Bakugo, who was clinging to her like a sloth to a fucking tree. It drove him nuts because Katsuki clearly had feelings for his daughter, and he couldn't even kick the brat out! They were all stuck in this mess! Today alone Shota had been forced to break up three fights, give Uraraka tissues when she started to cry over Midoriya, flip the breakers when Kaminari overloaded them, scold Kirishima and Ojiro for breaking the TV, and stop Hagakure from burning down the house by trying to use the stove. It was chaos. He wanted one night of peaceful sleep.

"I already told you they're not here." Lillian huffed as Aizawa approached her. She was laying in her bed, covered in a multitude of blankets. Shota let out a sigh. She was right. He was just being paranoid. Could you really blame him? He was half tempted to pop his head through one of the ceiling tiles to make sure no one was hiding up there. It wouldn't surprise him if Shinso and Todoroki were both camped out up there. 

"You're right." He gave her a few pats on the head. "Sleep well. Wake me up if you need anything."

"Goodnight, dad." Lillian gave him a hesitant smile that he returned with a small one of his own. She watched the man leave and softly close the door behind him, bathing Lillian in darkness. The freckled girl held her breath for a moment. There was complete silence as she waited for his footsteps to fade, her eyes trained on the door. She was expecting him to pop back in, but she didn't hear him. She gulped. Why was this somehow more anxiety-inducing than being kidnapped was? She didn't know. 

"Is he gone?" Katsuki's voiced hissed. Lillian peeled back the too-big mound of blankets, and he shot upright with a gasp. "Fuck, I couldn't breathe."

"Not so loud." Lillian shushed, shaking her head at him. She threw most of the blankets down on the ground. Her dad had checked under the bed, in the closet, and even in the dresser drawers. The only place she could've hidden him was in bed with her under the blankets. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Katsuki whispered. He could just barely make out the outline of Lillian's face in the dark. He was glad. She'd see how red his cheeks were otherwise. He was sitting in bed next to her. She was laying down. They had both been laying down a second ago. He'd been sleeping on her floor every night since they moved into the dorms. The irrational fear he had when he slept in another room was unreal, and even he was starting to agree that he needed therapy. Like, a lot of it probably. "Should I sleep under the fucking bed or something?"

Lillian thought about it for a second. There was a high chance her father was going to peek in again to make sure there really wasn't anyone else here. If he saw Katsuki's form lying on the ground she was screwed, and so was he. She felt safer with someone here. It was dumb, but getting warped away had really scared her. The kidnapping, Awase-- she wasn't sure she could handle being alone. And she knew there was always the option of asking her dad to stay in her room or going to stay in his, but she felt like she was bothering him. He struggled to sleep as it was.

"No, stay there." Lillian scooted over to give him room. Katsuki tensed, staring down at her with wide eyes. "Besides, your back popped like, three times when you sat up."

Katsuki felt his eye twitch despite the flush on his cheeks. "Are you calling me old?!"

"No, I'm calling the floor uncomfortable." Lillian rolled over so her back was facing him, feeling exhausted. Katsuki's body emitted a lot of heat. Maybe that was due to his quirk, or maybe it was just a guy thing. Hitoshi was warm too. Neito had been before he died, and Todoroki was... halfway warm. She didn't know. Bakugo was warm and it was sort of comforting to know she had a bomb lying next to her as a form of defense. She couldn't handle sleeping alone in the dark. Not after that stupid blindfold. 

Katsuki took a few deep breaths, his entire body tense as he lowered himself down into the bed next to her. He was being a child. Nothing was happening. They were just laying down. They'd sat shoulder to shoulder and were close all the time! All they were doing was sleeping. What's the worst that could happen? Yeah... yeah, it was fine. Katsuki just wasn't used to sleeping with someone that close was all. But he didn't want to be by himself-- which was childish-- but Lillian didn't want to be left alone either. 

He closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. He could smell Lillian's hair from how close she was. It smelt like something floral with a hint of strawberries and vanilla. It made him smile a bit to himself, his muscles going slack. Her mattress was definitely better than the floor. He glanced over at her, barely able to see her through the dark. Yeah, this was fine with him. 

When Aizawa went to check on Lillian the next morning, he found her draped over Bakugo's back, her arm hanging off the bed. They were both dead asleep. Or they were until Shota lost his shit, anyway.