"Ah, there was a good show for some, at least."

"Yeah," Senji's reply was weak. She was tired, and irritated. Shigaraki's meeting was terribly timed, as always. She'd been putting them off though, and needed to maintain that connection. For now, at least.

"So, you really think this one's good? How are we gonna get him?," Shigaraki waved around a still frame from the festival. The picture of Bakugo restrained on the podium. She hated this part of her work, but it was necessary.

"Yeah. He's not exactly hero-like, is he? His firepower is pretty good, too," Senji gave the same assessment that so many others had of her classmate. She was doing this in part because she was mad at him, and in part because she didn't want to cross him later. This was dirty, though. Far dirtier than she wanted to go.

She headed home after that, eager to get out of the rainy weather. There were displays all over the place, on screens and magazine covers, of her classmates from the festival. The two day break didn't seem like enough, with the injuries some endured and the sudden exposure on top of what they already had. Thankfully she wasn't getting much attention, since she only provided support from the sidelines. She did gain a little attention rushing in from the stands though. The trip to school the next day would be annoying. Maybe more annoying than tending to Izuku's injuries and his mom's emotional state over the break.

Sure enough, on the train, Izuku quickly garnered a crowd's attention. They cheered him on respectfully, but he couldn't exactly handle the pressure from that attention. Senji felt bad for him, but didn't get long to think on it. Someone tapped her on the shoulder, eager to share their admiration for her rushing in to help with first aid. It wasn't the flashiest move, but it was still cool to some. Checking her phone after the train, she saw some social media buzz about it too. There were some comparisons between her quirk and a local vigilante's as well. That, and comparison to ice, from the blue coloration of her scales. The way it covered Izuku's arms and hands looked a lot like Todoroki's ice move.

Class passed by in a pretty relaxed way. Senji was glad the bandages were removed from Eraser's face, and he looked relatively good for the damage he'd sustained at USJ. Her tail was still out and flicked nervously during the naming assignment with Midnight. Next was discussion over internships, which had some interesting stats lined up. Despite her minimal screen time, Senji did have a few offers from different agencies. No big names, but she fared better than Izuku did with a flat zero offers. The class quickly split off to talk about their choices, and some random chatter. Somehow she'd gotten further pulled into the group surrounding Bakugo, which was growing slowly alongside Izuku's friend circle.

"Wow, you got offers and weren't even on the stage!," Kirishima was fired up as usual.

"There's some stuff online about you, too," Kaminari and Sero chimed in. They showed a flashy article with a blurry still frame of her jumping the wall. There were other low quality pictures of a local vigilante she'd seen around online.

"They're saying stuff like how you look like some sneaky vigilante that was around a while ago," Jiro gave her two cents, while hinting at something more.

"Ah, I remember hearing about them before. Not like I'd have time for that sort of thing, and it'd be bad for getting into UA," Senji deflected maybe a little too hard. Thankfully Bakugo was causing a scene all on his own and distracted the group. She did have offers, but she had another assignment during the internships. One that involved working closely with Eraser, though any other details were kept from her at this time. She had to be extra careful not to let any extra information slip in the coming days. Still, though, maybe adding an extra internship could fill in any extra time she had. So she filled out the form anyway to submit it, thinking it over seriously.

She got up silently and went to hand it in, narrowly dodging more questions. Like about the bandage on her tail, or where it went when it wasn't visible. Things like that which could compromise precious knowledge about her quirk. A thought snapped into her head as she left, so she turned and called back to one of her classmates. One with a habit of overworking themself.

"[Hey], Izuku. Don't overdo it, you still need time to rest," and with that, she shut the door. There was a bit of a reaction from classmates that she could hear through it. Ah, damn. Used the wrong name..

"Getting friendly."

"Wha-oh. Um, it is part of…that," Senji hadn't expected Eraser to linger in the hallway. She wasn't sure how to approach him right now, with so many things on her mind. He walked over silently and took the form from her to examine it.

"Hm? Taking an offer, too. Think you'll have an easy time because you're not in the same ring?," he questioned her, a little tauntingly.

"Ah, um. I thought there might be some downtime, so it'd be good to learn from other sources too. Our quirks can work in somewhat similar ways," Senji rattled off a list of reasons. Eraser was slightly taken aback, never seeing her this openly anxious before. He returned the paper, placing it gently on top of her head. That action was enough to quiet her down, at least.

"I'll approve it, but you're gonna end up working doubly hard. Scheduling will be awkward, too."

"Right, sorry about that. Thanks, though," Senji pulled the paper back. She had more she wanted to say, feeling guilty for the state he was in while having to teach. After the USJ incident, he went back to work almost immediately. He took his time with recovery as well, not wanting to rely on Recovery Girl's quirk.

"No way," Senji spun around and saw a classmate coming out of the room. Todoroki. "Another secret love child!"

"Pfffft! Huh?!," Senji cracked up again at his ridiculous assumption. His face showed genuine surprise though. He didn't seem dumb, but sometimes he was a little too straightforward.

"No, of course not," she answered him honestly, barely pushing her laughter down. "Our names may be similar, but there's no correlation. You're funny."

Before he could form a proper response to that, she spun back around on her heel and made her way to the faculty office. Eraser said he'd approve it, but his wasn't the only vote that mattered here. He couldn't allow favoritism to show either, like a certain new teacher.