"Are you okay?," Izuku asked, looking at her with such genuine concern that she couldn't muster the strength to play it tough this time.

"Hey, what's going on over there?," one of the farmhands noticed the pair and called out.

"Ah! She collapsed due to the heat I think," Deku called back. He was panicked again, but this was the more normal level of panic. Senji chuckled at how his head swiveled around to look up at the farmhand, then back at her.

"I'm good, thanks," she held up a weak thumbs up and gently pushed against Izuku's chest to break away from his hold. His brow scrunched up, as though he didn't fully believe her claim.

"I'll head back and rest for a bit, okay?," Senji grumbled out her reassurance to him. He helped her stand since she was still obviously weakened and wobbly. She pulled her overshirt off and tied it around her waist, sprouting her big shiny wings again.

"I'll tell Mr. Okie," Izuku offered.

"Right. Sorry I gotta bail," Senji apologized in earnest, but the boy only shook his head. She smiled at him, then took off. She flew slowly, haphazardly on the wind currents that carried her more toward the beach. The water was blindingly bright, even with her sunglasses, but extremely tempting with the sun beating down on her bare back.

"Fuck it."

She dove hard into the waves, out of the way of the crowds, and plunged deep under the water to where it was still cold despite the burning sun. She let herself sink for a moment or two, before switching from wings to her water mode fins. She kicked herself back up to the surface, then spread out and let the waves carry her back toward shore. The shouts of the tourists faded out over time, and she felt herself starting to drift off.

…

"Is she dead?"

"She totally looks like a corpse that washed up."

"Hey, you good?," Sero poked the washed up girl's cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, then she squinted hard. Her sunglasses were half-buried in the sand nearby, and Ojiro fetched them to return to her.

"Where the fuck..?," Senji lurched up to a sitting position, scanning her surroundings. She had wound up on the part of the beach not accessible to visitors. There were huge craggy rocks all around, and by some miracle she managed to avoid hitting any of them on her sleepy journey inland.

"You pass out from the heat again?," Sero asked again, helping her up. She tried to brush the sand from her clothes, but it clung on with a vengeance.

"Yeah. Well, not in the water. But, I did earlier," she answered distractedly. She gave up on wiping the sand away when Ojiro offered her sunglasses, which he also had taken the time to dip in the water to get rid of sand.

"Thanks. Guess I shouldn't be over here?," she asked, knowing the answer from the large tape banner she spotted between herself and the much more crowded beach.

"Nope. Some kids found you and thorught you were dead."

"My bad."

"'S whatever. You good to go now?," Sero glanced back, throwing up a thumbs up to some kids huddled by the tape.

"Yeah."

"If you're looking for Todoroki, he's by the snow cone stand," Ojiro offered. Senji thanked him and headed off, struggling a bit with the uneven terrain and her waterlogged shoes. She spotted the human thermostat and shambled over to him.

"Hey," she leaned against the massive chunk of ice he had produced, likely out of frustration at the post he'd been given.

"Senji?"

"Yep. Overheated again."

"Do you need some ice?"

"Mhm, if you don't mind," she offered up her arms, practically hugging the block of ice. Todoroki carefully iced her wrists, letting out a sigh along with the last of his pent-up frustrations.

"Can you get back to the office on your own?," he asked, showing her a much softer side than the stall-owner watching this had received today.

"Yeah, should be able to now. Thanks," she gave two thumbs up, then peeled herself off the ice and stretched out her wings again. She backed away from the stand, and the line in front of it, and took off with a strong gust that sent some sand flying. Todoroki watched as she flew off, along with several others who were awestruck by the kaleidoscope of light her wings reflected back.

She landed in front of the office doors, stumbling through the door and toward the fridge. The ac inside was refreshing, but she still stood in front of the refrigerator with the freezer door open, basking in the cold rush of air until the last beads of sweat disappeared from her forehead. While she stood there, someone snuck up behind her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She jumped, surprised, and her tail wrapped around one of her assailant's legs ready to pull them down.

"Overheated again, didn't you."

The voice was familiar, even if the tone was one rarely heard with it. Her tail loosened somewhat, and she rested her chin on the edge of the freezer in a soft pout.

"And what if I did?," she replied.

"Maybe you'd have a better time if your diet wasn't such shit," Bakugo snapped back at her. He rested his chin on her shoulder, also pouting. Senji tensed up again, but for a different reason. He was warm, almost painfully so given her condition. He held her close, but gently, with his arms wrapped around her waist and just enough distance between their bodies for a little bit of airflow to keep her cool.

"I don't really wanna argue that one right now," she finally retorted. She rummaged around in the freezer, having spotted an opened box of popsicles. Bakugo shifted with her movement, still close but not leaning into her as much.

"I don't wanna fight. I'm worried about you, stupid," he muttered into her ear. She lost strength in her hand as the freezer door eased shut in front of her.

"Huh?"

"When we get back…I'll make some food for you."

He said another thing that left her stunned, but didn't give her any time to dwell on it before shifting back to normal somewhat.

"You smell like pond water, what gives."

"Bruh."