"How is that even comfortable?"

"Idiot.."

Two UA High students sat at a table sectioned off from the rest of a spacious, but small, office. A blonde, in an all too common foul mood. And a boy with dyed red hair, leaning over the table with his hair held back by a large white band. A classmate of theirs, and one who had somehow become a part of their main group, was also leaning over the table. They were fast asleep, with one knee curled up against the table and the other resting underneath on a cushion. The table's surface was littered with various items belonging to her. A laptop, with the screen gone dark. A tablet, with a stylus pen nearby. Travel documents and various papers scattered around, with a notebook and a couple colorful pens in the mix as well. A cell phone, one of a newer touch screen model, had fallen to the floor beside her where it rested over her tail.

"Alright, we're heading out! Bakugo, you're on the night watch of the office," Kaminari poked his head around the corner to address the other two.

"Huh?! Why?," Bakugo shouted back in response. Kirishima opened one of his eyes to peer up at his friend, and felt something bump his arm. He picked his head up to look at what had hit him and spotted Senji's hand curled up beside his own. The girl's face was scrunched up a little, likely disturbed by the shouting beside her.

"You've been chillin' in the office all day, 's only fair," Kirishima offered. Bakugo turned his ire on his other friend, only to freeze up when Senji's tail thumped against his arm and she mumbled something in her sleep. Kaminari, and now Mina who peeked in at the sudden commotion, shared smug grins at his reaction to the girl.

"Tch, fine! Get lost then!," Bakugo finally gave in, attempting to shoo the others away.

"Oh, what're you doin' Kirishima? I'll let Mr. Chirai know if you're gonna be late or whatever," Kaminari shifted his attention quickly to avoid another round of Bakugo's tirades.

"Hm?," Kirishima glanced back at Bakugo, who was trying to ignore the tail thwacking his side while hiding his somewhat flushed face.

"Hah? I don't need help babysitting," Bakugo growled at him.

"Well," Kirishima slowly stood up and stretched, shooting one last glance at the pair still seated. "Guess I'm headin' out, too."

And with that, the office grew dark and silent as night crept in. Once everyone was gone, Bakugo took hold of Senji's tail and held it in his hand until she settled down again. His fingers traced one of the scars toward the tip, or where there should be a tip. The scar he traced wasn't as deep as the others on her crystal-like tail, but it was still there. Indentations, in a twisted ring around the side. Teeth marks, which he had put there in one of his more dramatic bouts of rage.

There were other scars across her body, some bigger than others. And a few more that some might say were his fault, in a way. There was a glittering bluish mark on her left thigh, shining almost emerald in the setting sun's light. From a stab wound, when she had flown wildly out to find him and got caught by a villain going wild in the forest. And another, maybe the biggest one of all. Her left arm. Glittering in the fading sunlight, but not the same teal-blue as the other scars. Not the nearly colorless hue of her tail and the wings she spawned seemingly from thin air. Shining metal, and some darker, duller pieces here and there. A prosthetic, from the middle of her upper arm down. Where she'd lost her arm in some sort of scuffle with the villains that had plagued their class from near the beginning of the school year. A scuffle, that while he was unconscious for, was likely over him when they kidnapped and held him hostage in an attempt to bring him over the lines.

A frown spread across his face, and his brows furrowed. He knew he wasn't to blame for everything that had happened then. Sure, his attitude and actions leading up to the incident contributed to the villains' mistaken belief that they could convert him. And he was directly responsible for the whole of Japan seeing that attitude at the sports festival, along with chomping down on Senji's tail in annoyance. But the villains orchestrated the whole scene, infiltrating their training camp grounds undetected by the many pro heroes present. Senji's involvement with the league was still something he wasn't clear on, but he was sure of at least one thing. And that was that she made the choice to knock him out, and keep the villains from getting their hands on him. Her arm was already gone when he came to, and she continued to fight alongside him until some of their other classmates swooped in and pulled him out.

His mother had said some careless things about it, and showed more concern over Senji than his own wellbeing. At least from what he saw himself. But All Might's career as a pro coming to an end. Senji's arm, and the infiltration. The injuries the other students suffered during that forest battle. Senji, and All Might himself, both reassured him many times that none of that was his fault. He wasn't to blame, and they would happily have done the same for anyone. Or in any other scenario. Something seemed off in the way they both said their parts, though. A slight glance downward, a small waver in their tone. Like they were holding something in, maybe some sort of guilt themselves. The leader, taken into custody, was an old nemesis of All Might's. And there was a lot of stuff left in the air on Senji's side.

He was ripped from his deeper thoughts by a loud ringtone blaring out from the phone on the floor. Senji jumped, startled awake by the sound, and looked around for a moment bleary eyed and confused. She squinted at Bakugo, tilting her head, then switched to fumbling around for her phone. A contact showed on the screen, name written in English that he didn't recognize. The only other clue being the small circular image of a chicken, and the faint tones of the voice he heard as Senji rushed out of the room.