10 months passed, and the siblings were at the entrance exam.
Izuku: Well, we're here, good luck in getting into general studies Lily.
Lily: Thanks big bro, I'll see you all at the entrance.
Tim: I'm glad that she wants to improve her grades before she wants to join the hero course, but I am a bit worried about how she'll fair with her classmates.
Izuku's mask turned to a frown.
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Bakugo overhearing the conversation butted in.
Bakugo: What, are you afraid that the class will beat her up?
Tom: It's not Lily we should be praying for.
Masked trio + Caleb: It's the class that we should be praying for.
Bakugo: Oh you scared of your little sister.
Izuku: You would be too if you knew what we heard.
The masked trio and Caleb then have a flashback to when Izuku was 12 years old and he and the twins heard Lily in her room.
Izuku: Do you hear that?
Twins: Yeah.
They then heard Lily sing a familiar nursery rhyme.
(Skip to the bucket and lantern part)
Lily: Ladybug, Ladybug fly away home, your house is on fire your children are gone.
The trio then went pale, they then remembered that Mary Weaver died in a fire, and they were shocked that she knew the old nursery rhyme rather than using the modern cheerful one.
Izuku: That was the most unsettling thing I ever heard.
Tim: I think our mischievous nature might have been a lot more of a bad influence on her than we thought.
Izuku: You mean this happened before?
Tom: Yeah, a few years before our death, and when the 2 of us weren't very well-behaved, we were playing in the forest and Lily caught a bunny, we thought she was going to ask Mama if she can keep it as a pet, but she just stared at it, it made use feel uneasy, and then...
Izuku started to feel uneasy and worried
Izuku: And then what?
Twins: She killed it and cracked its skull, we thought that she was just going through a phase, or she wasn't aware of what she was doing, but as time went by she began to feel less and less like the sweet and caring sister we know.
