Senji stood in a forested area near the school grounds, accompanied by Eraser and another student. The student was one she recognized from the sports festival, and who wasn't in the hero course. He had purple hair, pushed back from his face, and tired purple eyes. He greeted her with a lazy wave, while Eraser explained her other assignment.
"This is Shinso, from general studies," Eraser explained. The two students exchanged brief introductions before he continued. "He's undergoing some training. To eventually join the hero course studies. You're going to help him out."
"Okay. What skills do you have now?," Senji asked while appraising his physical condition. He didn't have a lot of muscle, and she couldn't remember him fighting in any way during the sports festival.
"Not really any fighting experience," Shinso answered honestly, if a bit pessimistically. Senji scratched her head, thinking.
"This isn't going very far. Senji, try to pin him. Shinso, do your best to fend her off," Eraser interrupted them with a proposal.
Senji assumed a fighting stance, going for a style that had larger and more predictable moves. Shinso watched, but didn't stance up at all. Eraser mediated the whole thing, and gave audio cues when each round started. Senji had no trouble pinning him each time, despite giving herself a handicap.
"This ain't working," she groaned out, Shinso pinned underneath her yet again. He grumbled something, but his face was buried in the grass too much for it to be clear. Senji rolled off of him and lay spread out on the ground. She was starting to get too warm again. Shinso sat up next to her and tried to catch his breath. Eraser sighed heavily from nearby and tried to think of a solution.
"Gotta get more muscle, to start," Senji offered her honest opinion.
"Do you mean weightlifting and stuff? That sounds annoying," Shinso returned her earnestness, and she pulled herself to a sitting position.
"That would help, with diet adjustments. Like Izuku did. You can do that on your own time, or when I have work I guess," she twisted her hair around while she thought about the best way to handle his training.
"So we keep doing this in the meantime and hope I brute force my way through eventually?," Shinso countered her statement again.
"No. Um, Eraser, it's early but could we reserve time for the pool?"
"The pool?," Eraser raised a brow, copied by Shinso.
"Yeah, we need forms or something for requesting time right? Bulking up will do him some good, but he should really focus on dodging and being quick. Like you. Swimming is a good way to strengthen muscle all over, and to keep from overheating," she explained.
"Alright. It's not set up right now, though. Unless you want to work on it," Eraser approved of her thought process, but seemed apprehensive to a degree. Shinso had gone silent while the other two discussed his future work.
"Right. I can do that over the weekend, if you help out Shinso. I have other stuff to do, too, so that's the only free slot this week. Getting started as soon as possible would be best."
"Uh. I guess I can?," he went along with her idea, withholding his lack of confidence in the plan.
"Right, if that's good with you Eraser, then I'll head out for now," she stood up and stretched, yawning. Night had fallen while they were talking. Eraser dismissed her, but held Shinso back to work longer. Senji picked up her bag and walked down the mountain. Since she headed over directly after the work study, she was completely worn out. Once down the mountain she adjusted her bag and peeled off her hoodie. She formed feathery wings and pushed off, gliding close to rooftops through the city.
She let her music drown out any thoughts as she flew, and enjoyed the view of the sparkling city lights from above. A few nostalgic emotions bubbled up and she temporarily landed on one of the rooftops, about halfway home. The building had a fence around the edges of the rooftop area, and a rusted out door leading to the stairs. If she was a smoking type, Senji would have leaned against the fence to light one up and take a break. She wasn't, though, so she instead sat on the other side of the fence with her legs dangling off in the wind. Said wind blew her messy hair back and forth, while she made no attempt to straighten it out.
"Wonder what Kei's up to," she thought aloud. This flight, and the nostalgia that came with it, were in part related to a former teacher. She let a few of her false feathers float down and dance in the wind while she let her mind wander. A buzz from her phone pulled her out of her thoughts, and seeing the time she groaned.
She stuffed her phone into her bag and rolled forward from her perch, startling a worker in the building who was likely doing some overtime. Her wings snapped open closer to the ground and she stayed lower than before, leaving the more crowded area of the city as her apartment building grew closer. She slipped onto the breezeway, just in front of the door to the Midoriyas', and fumbled with her keys for a moment.
"Huh?," Izuku was still up, and was startled by the door opening suddenly at such a late hour. Senji tossed her bag onto the couch and shuffled to the fridge, looking for leftovers.
"Did work run late? No, you had a work study today right," Izuku yawned as he asked her why she had been out so late. Not that it was particularly unusual for her to be out late, especially these days. Senji shrugged and flopped onto the couch, curling up with a blanket and a tablet. She scribbled away at something on it until the early morning hours, when she finally drifted off to sleep.