"[No way.]"
"Bro, no way."
Standing in the office of a top five hero, Senji was in disbelief. She had received an offer, and took it up. But she failed to notice that anyone else had a similar offer, or would take it. It made sense, really, but the situation was just too outrageous. Sitting in a stylist's chair, quaking with rage, was a hilarious scene.
"Ha! Now that's an interesting look, eh Kacchan~ [Ah, saying that makes me wanna hurl]," Senji taunted her classmate mercilessly. The hero's sidekicks watched from the edges of the room, stunned into silence by the scene playing out in front of them.
"Shut up!," Bakugo clapped back, his hair snapping out of it's combed down style back to it's usual look. The reaction with his hair and his irritation made Senji laugh harder. "Why's a useless nerd like you here, anyway?!"
"Because," the hero interrupted, catching Senji with his quirk, "there are some nasty personalities in this year's starters. I will change that."
"Huh? What'd I do?," Senji strained against her restraints, then gave in. It was no use wasting energy here, after all. She didn't have the free time to mess around. She sat down in another styling chair while the pro lectured them both. He approached her with a comb, but there was no way it was getting through her hair.
"Ah, scissors?," as the hero reached for a pair of scissors, Senji covered them with scales so they couldn't be used. She also covered the comb, which the hero tossed to the side in defeat. He had lost this battle, but there were still many others.
"Your quirk is useful in it's own way," he went on with his talk, aimed at her now. Bakugo wore a stupidly smug expression behind the hero's back. "There are also some strange rumors about you, from your middle school years. A certain vigilante with a quirk similar in appearance. The application was different, though. I wanted to get a better perspective, but you weren't in the sports festival much. Where you did shine was with that foul mouth and harsh attitude. Jumping in twice and acting on your own, as well. It's disrespectful of the authority figures present to handle extreme situations."
"Huh? Vigilante? That doesn't make sense, this nerd can't fi-"
Bakugo butted in, but realized something mid-sentence and went quiet. Senji wanted to dismiss the rumor surrounding that, but the pro was rambling on about something else already. The two student interns glanced at each other, silently agreeing to let him talk for now while exchanging some nasty expressions. While they both mulled over their own thoughts, left to stew, the pro had switched gears. He tossed something at each of his "reformees". The two pulled the items off their faces, and on further inspection groaned in unison.
"You can't be serious," Senji stared at the hero with a dead expression. Bakugo's resistance was much louder.
"I am! I, Best Jeanist, hold firm that a good, tight pair of jeans is the best for-"
"Fine, but I'm wearing my own," Senji headed out of the room to change. She wasn't in a hero costume, like Bakugo, so it's not like wearing jeans was a huge difference. She wasn't going to wear a pair of straight ass blue jeans though. She quickly changed into a spare pair she had brought, of faded black skinny jeans. There were a couple tears on one leg, but it was good enough. It fit closely enough with the wacky hero's ideal, anyway. She shuffled out of the changing room, sighing with resignation as she pulled out her hair tie.
"Hey!"
"What," Senji was in the middle of adjusting her hair when someone called out to her. She gave up on trying to neaten the mop of partially dyed hair, and pulled it all into a messy bun. The one trying to talk to her was her favorite classmate, of course.
"I realized something."
"That a first for you? Don't work too hard, you'll-"
"Shut it, let me finish. You know how to fight, but you aren't in the combat stuff at school. Deku fights like you do, too. You both…," Bakugo trailed off in the middle of a thought as though he was struggling to say something.
"What of it? Is there a point here or.."
"Train with me."
"What?," Senji wanted to keep up the tough act, but she legitimately couldn't hear what Bakugo had said. He was so quiet and strained while getting the words out.
"Fight me! Your fighting, I want to make sure I don't lose to it!," he was clearly frustrated, but he seemed like he was making a genuine request. Senji was a little shocked, but interested in this new development.
"I'll think about it," she gave a half-way answer. Before he could protest, "I've got a busy schedule. I'll see where I can fit it in. I'm not going to fight at school, though."