A few weeks had passed with relatively little happening. There was one more meeting with the bar group, and an attack against the students at the USJ facility. Those were paling in comparison to the urgency of Senji's work situation though. Today was another round of filling out applications between lessons, and Senji sat struggling with some of the kanji on the forms while waiting for homeroom to start. Their classmates were doing their usual morning routine of chatting it up. Deku and Bakugo were arguing about something again, too. Normally it was easy to tune out, but today was a high stress day.

"Would you shut the fuck up already," Senji snapped at Bakugo. The sudden intrusion on his ranting stunned him for a second, offering a very brief moment of quiet. Deku quickly tried to redirect his attention, but Bakugo was absolutely not letting that go. He shuffled up to Senji's desk, and the class got quiet.

"You got a problem, nerd?"

"[Really]," Senji muttered in response to the lame insult. They sighed, then looked up from their paperwork with a look of absolute disgust. "Yeah, dipshit. I've got a problem with your loud ass yappin'."

"Language!," the class rep interjected.

"Shut it, four eyes!"

"Oh wow, another lame insult. You ever try learning a new vocabulary?," Senji kept firing back at Bakugo. He was annoying, for sure, but this was an unusual level of sass from Senji as well. The rest of the class was watching in stunned silence. Bakugo reached for Senji, but his hand was slapped away. Senji stood up and stared him down.

"You wanna go?"

"Tch. As if some extra like you is worth it!," Bakugo clapped back. Senji's face was contorted with anger, something new to her long-time schoolmates.

"Right, exactly the kind of [small-dog attitude] that suits you."

"The fuck you say?!"

That comment clearly enraged the boy, making him swing at Senji's face. Senji quickly dodged it and landed their own punch, right in the chest. A dark grin spread over their face, a mix of stress over the consequences of this and genuine cockiness. Bakugo swung again, and the two traded a few blows. The class representative, and Deku, both tried to get them to stop. Some of the others were teasing Bakugo or cheering Senji on. The blonde was getting more and more enraged, while Senji just grinned at them.

"I'll knock that smug look off your face!," Bakugo yelled, lunging forward. Senji grabbed his arm and quickly pulled their body around his, ending up behind him. A few more swift movements, and Senji had the boy pinned down face-first against their desk. Thinking the fight over, Senji started to release their grip. Bakugo wasn't done, though, and wasn't gonna fight fair. He let off a sizable explosion from his palm. Senji was able to minimize damage done to them with their scales, but there was other damage. Bakugo lurched up and faced his opponent, but froze before he could spout another insult.

Senji could feel the class staring, and lowered their arms slowly. There was some blood dripping from their arm, but that wasn't what had caught everyone's attention. They were ready to verbally beat down Bakugo, but his weird expression silenced that. That's when it hit them. Once the scales receded, Senji felt the cold air of the AC on their skin. More skin than should be directly impacted by the AC with their uniform on. Senji looked down and realized what everyone was staring at now. The blast from Bakugo's explosion had destroyed the front of Senji's uniform, and the sleeves of their blazer. Senji always had a tank top or something under their school clothes, so that saved them from anything more embarrassing happening here, but some things were still pretty obvious with just the tank top left. Senji felt their face heating up at this realization, and panic set in. Even if they had gotten decent at being around groups, this was a level that they couldn't handle. Everyone was staring, and it was all they could focus on. Then the whispering started, as some of the students verbally acknowledged what was in front of them. Senji Aizawa. A student with bleached hair, piercings, and wearing a male student's uniform. But who was now obviously a female student. The door to the class opened, and the teacher shuffled in. Senji bolted through the door, pulling the teacher's attention to the stunned class, and the mess of the literal explosion that had just occurred.

Senji ran through the halls, everything passing by in a blur. They bolted out the door, and pulled the wrecked blazer and uniform off. Passing through the school gates, Senji's wings took form and they flew off fast. Before they knew it, they were outside their apartment door. They tried to open it, but the door wouldn't budge. Senji tried the key a few more times, but no luck. They slammed their fist on the door and leaned into it, the cool surface feeling somehow pleasant on their face. That's when Senji spotted the pink notice attached to the door. In large letters, EVICTED. There were some notes about missed rent, and a phone number, but Senji just grabbed it and sank down in front of the door. The gravity of each situation slowly sank in, and she just sat there for the rest of the day. She had pulled her knees in, and rested her head on her shredded school top. Just listening to music and trying to assess her options.

"U-uh. Sorry, S…Senji?"

The voice suddenly calling her snapped her out of her major depressive episode, but only for a moment. She looked up and saw Deku standing there, some sort of leaflet in his hand. He looked awkward as hell.

"Deku?"

"Ah! Apparently, we're neighbors," he started. He explained that Aizawa had asked him to bring her some homework. Senji stood up, and dropped the pink slip that had been pinned to her door. Deku reached to pick it up, then realized what it was.

"Um," Senji was unsure what to say when he handed it back. "Don't tell Aizawa?"

"Huh?," Deku was confused by that request. Senji realized what they said and quickly had to find a way out of it. Deku interrupted, "Oh. I guess you guys have the same last name."

"Riiiight. Um, not really supposed to put that out there either."

"Couldn't he help you out?," Deku asked a completely reasonable question. But Senji nearly shouted in protest at the idea. Taken aback, Deku panicked, and his mom stepped out of their next door apartment. She was concerned, and Deku reassured her that he was fine. Then an idea struck him, one that Senji would quickly find out.

"Um, Mom. This is a classmate, a-and our neighbor," he started with a weird introduction, which his mom acknowledged. She had seen Senji a few times, and exchanged pleasantries, so she at least knew they were neighbors.

"He-um, she has a weird family situation, and just lost her place? So, I know it's weird and we don't really have space, but-"

"What is it, Izuku?," his mom's expression grew sort of complicated. He was taking his time getting to the point, which was pretty normal for him.

"Can they stay with us for a little bit?"

"What?"

Senji and Deku's mom responded at the same time. Senji wasn't expecting that, and couldn't quite process it at the moment. While stuck in processing limbo, somehow Senji had been ushered inside and things were decided. Deku's mom, Inko, had offered Senji her bedroom but was declined. Senji was instructed to contact the property manager, who met with them outside and let Senji grab a few essentials from their apartment. The rest of the items were moved to a storage unit, which Senji would have to pay for after the first payment. Dinner was awkward, with Inko asking several questions and Senji and Deku trying to deflect or give vague answers for. After dinner, Senji showered and was given some bedding for their new home, the Midoriyas couch.