Know that I changed canon to fit the story, so please have mercy and don't come screaming "HE HAS A QUIRK!!!" at me. I know this. I promise I know pls pls I have a family--

This is a bit of a filler, but it was fun to write (: 

Third person pov

"I'm sorry. The press wants to come here?" Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at Aizawa as he stared drearily at the rest of the class. News that a reporter was being let onto campus was... well, it was surprising to say the least. After all that happened, the media seemed like the last thing on anyone's mind. They could all see the appeal. With the heavy criticism UA was under, it would be a good idea to let the world know how well they were settling into the dorms. It could prove to be good for all the parents who have students in the UA dormitories as well. A sort of message to let them know all is well. "Can we refuse?"

"No." Aizawa stated blandly. Lillian frowned. Okay, so they were being non-consensually photographed? Because that wasn't fun. Maybe they could barricade themselves in Shoto and Hitoshi's room for the time being. But then there was always the matter of class... this was going to suck, wasn't it? It wasn't too late to feign her period and pass out. She and Shoto had looked up the pressure points they needed to press so they could do it on demand. Not for any particular reason. It just seemed like a useful skill for on the fly naps in odd places.

"And what if he's here to rock our shit?" Neito asked, raising a brow. He leaned forward slightly, earning a sigh from Aizawa. Of all the friends his daughter made, why was this blonde idiot one of them? "What do we do then?" 

"You're free to leave. I'm not even sure why you're here." Aizawa mumbled irritably, resisting the urge to massage his temples. Bakugo snorted very openly at that, earning himself a glare from his dark-haired teacher. He'd pick Neito over Katsuki Bakugo any day of the fucking week. The explosive teen knew that. At least the undead brat didn't follow his daughter around like a lost puppy. "The reporter coming in is quirkless, as a precaution."

"Okay?" Shoto looked bewildered, glancing up from his phone just to look at their teacher like he lacked a brain. Lillian barked out a spiteful noise that could've been a laugh. Bakugo just rolled his eyes as though what he'd said meant nothing. To them, maybe it didn't. 

"Bro, he'd still ruin us." Kaminari sighed with a shake of his head. "I mean, look at Chad! That guy has like, twenty knives on him at any given time. And those are just the ones I've seen!"

"Thirty-seven." Lillian muttered under her breath. Mina and Ojiro shot the girl a concerned look.

"I can assure you he's being thoroughly checked over for any dangerous contraband." Aizawa rolled his eyes. Lillian definitely laughed this time, shaking her head and patting Shoto on the back as the half-and-half teen deflated. Aizawa tried not to feel too concerned. Honestly, he hadn't really seen Chad in action all that much. He knew the man was capable. He wasn't trying to underestimate those without a given power. The lack of power was to try and ease the minds of some of his more... on-edge students, he supposed. 

Perhaps some more thought should've been put into this. Nezu had approved Chad as their first line of defense at UA, and that didn't mean nothing. However, one could argue that he had also agreed to allow this reporter in at the same time. There were a lot of variables thrown out in the air to consider. Most of 1-A looked relatively okay with the idea. A few of them were even excited by the prospect! He could just the sentiment wasn't as wide-spread as he'd hoped it would be, that's all. 

Those of his students who'd really been put through the wringer probably didn't want a camera being shoved in their face. The main group who'd been involved with Kamino Ward aside, he could see students like Uraraka and Iida still coping with the betrayal of their friend, and Hitoshi still recovering from his lost limb. Tokoyami ashamed of how his quirk had escaped him, and Momo feeling insecure about herself after all that had gone down at the summer camp. He wished Nezu had refused, or at least given Aizawa the chance to. What a pain.

"You're fucking kidding, right?" Katsuki gave a scoff, leaning back slightly. "I watched that Chad motherfucker take out an entire warehouse full of dangerous idiots using nothing more than a hair blow dryer and a sharpened butter knife. The bastard was chatting my damn ear off and eating Taco Bell the whole time, too."

People looked a bit more nervous now which was... great. Bakugo admitting to anyone being dangerous was never a good sign. Lillian gave a solemn nod of confirmation. 1-A wasn't super familiar with Chad. They knew of him, as it was quite hard not to know his name with Lillian and her friend's living in the vicinity. Tales of his Nomu-taming abilities travelled fast throughout the student body. Chad was the one guarding UA. He organized around-the-clock surveillance. Surveillance that was quite effective, might Lillian add, if the whole Tsukauchi in a dress incident was anything to go off of. Knowing he was quirkless definitely put a spin on how they viewed other people who were the same.

Lillian could say with full confidence that she was in no way, shape, or form looking forward to this. A reporter coming into their hovel? What secrets was he trying to uncover? Lillian and the rest of 1-A were very much entitled to their privacy. This guy coming in here and infringing on that was a total pain in the ass. She could tell Hitoshi and Bakugo both agreed very strongly. Their distaste showed clear as day on their faces. Some of her other classmates didn't seem terribly thrilled either. Koda, for example, looked like he was about to sink into the floor. 

"I wouldn't worry too much, kids. I don't think I'm all that threatening." A drawl, rather familiar voice chimed. Lillian's expression went slack with surprise as a familiar figure came slinking around the corner. Dark hair, blue eyes, slouched frame, quirkless, a reporter. Yeah, she knew him. "I wanna get a feel for what dorm life is really like, so there's no need for you all to act any different, or be afraid."

"I didn't say you could come in yet." Her dad drawled. Lillian stared, blinking aimlessly as Hitoshi waved a hand in front of her face. He looked at Bakugo accusingly, but the explosive boy just shrugged and gave the girl a worried nudge with his elbow. Hitoshi wasn't impressed in the least by his methods. He leeched off Lillian for emotional support but couldn't do something as simple as pulling her out of her dissociation? Weak.

"I was told I had until 8AM to 6PM. So unless my watch is wrong..." He trailed off, pointing at the device rather tiredly. His eyes shifted to the rest of the class, his gaze almost immediately finding Lillian. Neito whirled around to follow the reporter's gaze, brows shooting up at the blank expression on his friend's face. The rest of the class seemed to be noticing too, shooting her a few concerned looks. She looked completely dissociated. Like she'd zoned out standing up somehow. Shoto was tempted to drop a couple ice cubes down the back of her shirt just to see what she'd do. 

"Uh." Sero said with absolutely no eloquence. Aizawa turned accusingly to the reporter. "Is she supposed to do that?"

"Sero, shut the hell up." Hitoshi sighed. Lillian blinked a few times, shaking her head and seeming unsure of what to do. She gave the man in front of them a hesitant smile, shoulders hitching up and posture shrinking back. It was reminiscent of how she was at the beginning of the year. A huge red flag in Aizawa's eyes. He was not against strangling someone. He probably couldn't get away with it as easily now that he was Number One, but he'd make due. That scarred fellow that hung around Chad-- Dabi or whatever-- seemed like he'd help hide a body. And no, he wasn't just saying that because he looked like a drug dealer straight out of Sesame Street's back alleys.

"Lillian." The man gave a sheepish smile, and Aizawa realized right then that he probably wasn't actually here to report on dorm life. He watched his daughter blink a bit, not looking necessarily scared, but not looking over the moon either.

"U-Uncle Tokuda..." The girl trailed off awkwardly, elbowing Bakugo hard in the side when he snarled. "L-Long time no see!" 

The silence was devastating. Absolutely the most awkward thing any of them had ever had the displeasure of existing in. Kaminari pressed his lips together so hard they weren't even visible anymore, his brows furrowing deep enough to give him a headache. He didn't really know Lillian's full backstory, but this definitely seemed suspicious as hell. Hitoshi was practically foaming at the mouth at the girl's revelation. Shoto was playing temple run on his phone again. Unproblematic king, as usual. Neito (ironically)  seemed to be the only one with his head on straight of the group. Unless you counted Bakugo who was standing there still trying to work out what she'd just said.

"Back the fuck up a second." He held up his hand. "Did you know she was kidnapped?"

The guy was wrapped up in Aizawa's capture weapon before he got the chance to answer.

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Lillian had to dive into the fray to keep her dad from snapping her not-uncles neck. Petitioning for his freedom had been hard, but dropping herself to the level of fake tears and pleading had gotten him released from his bindings and back on two feet. He didn't seem surprised, rubbing at his joints where Aizawa's capture weapon had tightened. His expression was apologetic and concerned, and he scanned over Lillian like he was checking her for injuries. There hadn't been much follow-up about her on the news, she realizes. She hadn't thought any of her not-family still cared about her. She guessed she'd been wrong.

Her Uncle Tokuda comes from her not-mom's side of the family. He's technically her half sibling, but that had never mattered to anyone else. He was just as quirkless as the rest of them, and so was his whole side of the family. He'd been to everyone of Lillian's birthday parties and school award ceremonies. Though she hadn't seen him super often, Lillian could still recall him being a present figure in her life who remained supportive and uplifting. Seeing him again had been like a cold slap to the face. The old life-- the old her-- she'd been trying so hard to leave behind came rushing back. She wasn't unhappy to see him. She just... hadn't expected it. Why now? So much time had passed.

"I didn't know. About what they did, I mean." He admitted with a sense of sadness present in his voice. Neito and Aizawa were sitting across from him critically, both leaned forward in similar stances. Lillian sat off to the side, sandwiched between Hitoshi and Katsuki. Shoto and Kaminari were only half listening at this point, playing games on the half-and-half teens phone whilst the rest of 1-A busied themselves with getting breakfast and preparing for the day ahead. It was nice of them to give them some privacy, even if Lillian knew Shoji and Jiro would probably be listening. Such was life, Lillian supposed.

"Bold of you to say." Neito leaned backwards before Aizawa could open his mouth to say a word. The dark-haired man gave him an irritated glance. He ignored it flippantly. "So why'd you come here? Clearly you're not here about our class's dorm life."

"My class's dorm life, you leech." Aizawa muttered. He was ignored very promptly. Lillian glanced between her uncle and Neito precariously. This was fun. Just the family get-together she'd always dreamed of, really. How thrilling this was. Couldn't ask for anything more than this. Living the life, straight up. Wouldn't change a thing.

"Yeah, you've got a shit ton of nerve showing up like this." Bakugo hissed out like a feral cat, palms popping threateningly. Lillian resisted the urge to suplex him straight through a wall. He'd said he hadn't known she was kidnapped and she believed him. It was sort of flattering to have him come here. Lillian was hesitant to admit it, but she had missed him. The rest of her not-family too. Even... even her not-parents. It wasn't something she'd tell anyone else, but they'd raised her and loved her, and that wasn't nothing. Lillian had gotten better at being without them. It rarely hurt anymore. Now it just felt like the wound was being reopened. 

"I didn't come to cause any trouble." Tokuda held his hands up in surrender. "When June and Hisato told us they'd gotten you, they claimed it was through purely legal means. They... They didn't want you to know you were adopted. They told the family as such and we all agreed to keep it to ourselves for your sake. When we found out what really happened... well, we tried to reach out. We've been following you on the news since then. A-After Kamino Ward, we knew we couldn't sit back and do nothing. One of us had to come see how you were. I just so happened to have a good in."

This was a bowl of drama soup Lillian really, really didn't want to chug down. It didn't seem like she had much of a choice, however. Hitoshi was glancing at her every .2 seconds and it was making her sweat, and her dad's eyes were about to shoot lasers straight through Uncle Tokuda's skull. There wasn't much Lillian could say at this point other than that she was perfectly fine. Excusing the trauma, of course, but she was using Katsuki as a convenient little crutch to hide a majority of that, so it was fine! Right? Absolutely, definitely, without a doubt. Never mind the three ignored reminders she has on her phone telling her she still needs to schedule an appointment with Hound Dog. How was it that the more trauma she got, the less open to therapy she was? It was an honest to god trap.

"This is literally the most complicated situation I've ever had to deal with." Hitoshi said blandly. Lillian and Kaminari both glanced at his stump with raised brows.

"I understand if you want me to leave." Her not-uncle looked at her with tired, kind eyes. The same ones that used to gaze at her on holidays and family reunions. "There just... there wasn't anything on the news about  how you were doing or holding up. I had to come here for myself and check. The family's going crazy. You know how they get."

Lillian cringed a bit. She can all but hear her Great Aunt Edna talking about how much caffeine she's going to need to curve her stress. And Granny Faust tapping her cane on the ground and asking people why they can't just google how she's doing. And her cousins scrolling through her social medias in complete, total bewilderment. Because she left Neito in charge of those, and she's pretty sure he's just been posting America's Next Top model critiques under her name. Aside from her twitter, where he makes fun of Elon Musk's decisions and rants about the injustice of Supernatural's last episode. 

"Whether you leave or not isn't up to me." Aizawa said, even though it was. Lillian blinked as his gaze flipped to her. Wow. Pressure much? Love that. "This is something Lillian can decide on her own, I think." 

"No it isn't." Shoto didn't even look up from his phone. Katsuki looked offended on her behalf. She couldn't bring herself to fire anything back. He was completely right. She didn't want him to leave, she wasn't really sure she wanted him to stay, and there was still the whole dorm life exposé he was supposed to be writing. Was that an actual thing, or had it been made up? Did it matter if it was or wasn't? Could she somehow weasel her way out of it since this was her uncle? Sorta? Actually, Lillian wasn't sure she was even allowed to call him that anymore. He'd come here to check on her and everything, but that didn't mean he still considered her family. Or did it? Hitoshi was right. This is complicated. 

"He saw her ass and she's fine! Now he can leave." Katsuki snarled. Her uncle gave a small smile, glancing down at the camera in his lap. Lillian let out a breath of air, glancing at Neito. He shot her a subtle thumbs up, glancing at Hitoshi. Hitoshi gave a nod of approval. Lillian shrugged. 

"I-I really don't mind. I know you've probably still got an article to write." Lillian tugged at her fingers nervously. Katsuki let out a huff, leaning back into the couch. She bumped her foot against his. "I... I missed you guys too. I'm sorry I never reached out. I-I'd be happy to give you my number so we can all reconnect! I would've sooner, I swear. I was just... I was a little busy."

"Getting shot at." Kaminari said helpfully. No hesitation. A true madlad coming into his glorious ways. They were teaching him well-- perhaps a little too well.

"She also almost got murdered at the USJ." Shoto tacked on. Still didn't bother looking up. Harsh man, he was.

"I forgot about that." Neito said, wonder in his tone. He leaned back, drumming his fingers thoughtfully. "You know, there was also that part of her internship where she had a massive panic attack and nearly passed out. Which wasn't super dangerous, but the hyperventilation wasn't good either."

"The summer camp itself was pretty brutal too, kidnapping aside." Hitoshi agreed. Lillian's nose scrunched up. "Also, remember that time Vlad set our room on fire and she got hit in the head with a golf ball? I really didn't think she was going to wake up after that, but-"

"Alright, that's enough." Aizawa really didn't want to listen to the dozens of ways his daughter had almost met her end. The ballsy reporter who'd lied his way in here looked absolutely horrified, glancing at Lillian with thinly-veiled fear. The girl had somehow managed to get distracted sometime during that point and was now looking at something on Katsuki's phone. She looked 100% lost,  so it was probably a romance manga recommendation. No, Aizawa isn't going to share how he knows the explosive blonde reads them. He's just glad the kid is still shit at flirting despite that. "You can stay. But I expect you to be respectful of and boundaries set."

Her uncle beamed at them, and the day set off.

Breakfast was pretty rushed for the ones who'd stayed back to talk to Taneo. Lillian stuck a funnel in Hitoshi's mouth and poured some orange juice down it to see what would happen, almost making him choke to death in the process. Neito and Kaminari took turns chucking bacon at Shoto's abs to try and get it stuck to his fire side. They'd sanitized him with Dawn dish soap before hand. However, they'd done so with a washcloth and the sink sprayer, which had inevitably made a massive puddle on the floor. One Katsuki had slipped on on his way to the stovetop. This had caused him to blow up a chair and send it hurtling into Kirishima, who slammed against the tiles so hard they cracked. They'd sent Tokoyami over to make sure he wasn't dead when he didn't get up after a few minutes.

It was chaotic. Her uncle took photos of some of the less... dangerous parts of the morning. Like Iida shoveling rice down his throat, and Mina throwing up a peace sign with Hagakure leaning into her. The man milked some information out of Lillian too, asking how she'd been, if she was okay, and forcing her onto the phone with her not-grandmother, much to her horror. Neito and Hitoshi filmed her whilst she sputtered into the phone at her granny's endless tirade of questions about where she'd been and why she hadn't been calling her every other Sunday like she was supposed to.

Her friends were not free from her uncle's looming questions. Hitoshi made a bunch of hand jokes to throw him off and Neito just scoffed anytime Tokuda breathed in his direction. Shoto was too focused on his phone to tell and Kaminari would just shiver when asked how he got to know Lillian. Bakugo threatened to blow the guy up if he came anywhere near him. This didn't seem to dissuade him too much. He still managed to force things out of them, even as they went off to class. Midnight thought it was absolutely hilarious.

"I see. So they're dating?" Tokuda quietly asked, glancing between Lillian and Katsuki both. Katsuki kept fidgeting in his seat uncomfortably and shooting looks back at the freckled girl every so often as though to make sure she was still there.

"Probably." Midnight whispered back, grinning sharply. "And if not then it's only a matter of time. They're practically attached at the hip. Eraser hates it, but I think it's cute."

The day was pretty fun. Lillian got into a dance battle with Hitoshi during lunch. Thing was, neither of them could dance. It was pretty bad. Even Katsuki had to look away from second-hand embarrassment. Tokuda was just glad to see his niece so... happy. She'd been so shy last he'd seen her. Not an ounce of confidence to her name. Seeing her so openly being herself made his heart flutter. He wasn't sure he'd ever forgive June for her lies, but he was glad Lillian had managed to put them behind her and move on.

1-A functioned as a whole. Despite what they'd gone through, they were more okay than he'd been expecting. He asked a few questions about All Might to sate the hunger the station chief would have when he got back. Took a few shots of Aizawa too, who hadn't been caught on camera practically at all since Kamino. Everyone was scrambling to find out more about their new, mysterious Number One. The knowledge on him was beyond limited. It was out by now that hew as an underground hero who could erase quirks and used a scarf as a capture weapon. People also had connected the dots with him being Lillian's father pretty easily after what went down. 

Speaking of Aizawa. He was... not exactly fond. 

"You took your time reaching out." The underground hero grit out, inspecting him critically. Tokuda did his best not to wilt under the sharp gaze. "She's been through a lot. If you have ulterior motives, I suggest you leave before you get hurt."

"I don't! Honest. We really have been worried sick about her." He stressed. He shoved his hand into the back pocket of his pants, fumbling a little. Eraserhead watched with a open venom as he tugged out an envelope. "I actually brought these for you. We went through a lot of family photos after we found out what happened. There was a lot we had to rethink, you know? I found some doubles and thought you might appreciate them."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, taking the envelope carefully. He glanced at the reporter, taking in his weak, awkward smile. Lillian ran through the living room of the dorm-apartment with what looked like a bowl of fire. Shoto sprinted after her. Tokuda twisted around to watch them go, concern evident on his face. This was too normal for Shota to be phased in the slightest. He didn't even flinch when Bakugo came thundering after them, his sweat detonating and making him sound like a box of firecrackers as he went. Neito's shrieking laughter could be heard loudly throughout the apartment. Aizawa couldn't recall the last time he'd had peace.

The envelope was thick. The first picture he pulled out made his heart stop. He tightened his grip on it slightly, pushing past the lump in his throat as he gazed at a four year old Lillian. She stood there with a bright grin on her face, holding up some sort of garden snake for the camera. She was covered in dirt and had grass stains on her white shorts. She'd definitely dug the reptile out herself. Her wild hair was reminiscent of his at that age, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

The photos depicted her through the ages. He'd been give her baby photos from the box he'd gotten, yes, but nothing beyond that. It was like a storyboard of her growing up. Blowing out birthday candles and growing out her wild hair. Cutting herself her own bangs and drop kicking her cousin in the shin at what looked like a Christmas party. He could see her get shyer, but there always seemed to be some form of comfort in her when she was dealing with family. It made him wish he'd asked more about them. The Faust couple had taken her, yes, but they'd loved her and raised her. All they'd wanted was a child, and Lillian had possessed a massive family of people who loved her before all this. He wondered if she felt like that had been taken away.

He softened despite himself. He let the ill will he'd previously held towards Tokuda fade, his pre-conceived notions clearly not on the nose on this one. One of the pictures even had the tired reporter in it. They were at an amusement park, a few kids that had to be Lillian's cousins spotted in the background. She was at the forefront, a huge grin on her face as she smooshed her cheek right up against her uncle's. They'd both gotten cat face paint. She couldn't have been more than ten then, the gap in her teeth only making her look younger. She was tanned from the sun, her freckles more prominent than ever. Aizawa deflated.

"Thank you." He muttered past the tightness in his chest. The man smiled. It wasn't a pitying smile in the least. In fact, he seemed to understand. It was sympathetic. Aizawa felt bad he hadn't been able to come check on his niece sooner. 

"No problem." The man said back. Lillian came dashing back through, this time without the bowl. She had Bakugo's wrist in a death grip, practically dragging him along. Shoto vaulted over one of the empty couches with frost emitting from one of his hands. Tokuda laughed a little. "It's me who should be thanking you, really. You've protected her all this time. I'm glad to see she has her smile back."

Aizawa thought to the Lillian he'd met at the beginning of the year. He smiled. 

"Yeah," Aizawa hummed in agreement, "me too."