"Senji."

In an apartment building office sat a slightly odd set of people. There was the property manager, of course. Then there was a pro hero, though one who was not well-known in the media. Beside them sat a young teen, sharing the last name but appearing nothing like their older companion. Paperwork was being shuffled and sorted out, but the teen seemed distracted.

"Senji, sign here and we can go."

"Huh?," the teen finally reacted. They blinked a few times, confused, then examined the paper held in front of them. Their companion, or legal guardian, pointed to the dotted line and seemed mildly annoyed. The teen scribbled out a signature, then picked up their bag. The property manager raised a brow, but said nothing and finished stapling the paperwork and filing it away. He handed over a key, and dismissed the odd pair. They shuffled out in an awkward silence, while the manager pushed down an uneasy feeling in his gut.

"This feels like a bad idea," he grumbled to himself.

…OUTSIDE..

"Senji-"

"I know about the hair. It's not like it's permanent, or a long-term thing like an apartment," the teen cut off the other, already anticipating a long lecture. They had bleached their messy long hair, and acquired a few more piercings since the last blowout related to their appearance. This sort of thing wasn't that uncommon in the States, but this was Japan. Where things were a little more stiff in a lot of ways.

"Right. I'll sign off for the apartment, but you're still responsible for figuring out rent and school responsibilities."

Aizawa didn't push it again. He'd already let Senji have it on the way to the apartment, and felt a little guilty for how hard he had been in the past. This kid was already in some tough situations, and he'd agreed to be their legal guardian. They wanted to be independent now, and it was easier to keep this part of things from spreading rumors at least. He was also well aware of their plans to go to UA in the future, so he could fight about appearances later.

"Right, yeah," Senji took the key from him, still avoiding eye contact. They turned to open the door, dreading the long day of unpacking and setting up. Then it was time to get ready for the first day of middle school, which was two days later. They sighed, heavily.

"And thanks," they muttered as Aizawa headed off. He had a long week ahead of him, too. With his teaching job and needing to set stuff up for that in a few days.

Senji opened the door, greeted by a ton of boxes and hastily packed items. The furniture, what little there was of it, was grouped up in the middle of the living room. They sighed again, wondering why the moving people couldn't have at least figured out where to put the bed. Shutting the door, they scanned the room deciding where to even start.

The unit they ended up getting was a two bedroom unit, which was more than they needed for living alone. It wasn't a high end apartment complex, though, so it was still relatively affordable. Once they found part-time work, that is. Aizawa would support them as much as he could, and didn't fight too much on the decision to move out. He wasn't going to bail them out or cover full rent though, which was fine with Senji. The whole point was to move toward being fully independent, and preventing any odd rumors about the situation that lead to her legal guardian being a pro hero with no obvious romantic inclinations. Even if he actively avoided appearing in the media, cheap magazines and sites would run any rumor mill they thought would get attention.

While mulling over all this, Senji had managed to set up a tv stand, with a mid-sized flat screen, and a small speaker system. They connected it to the internet, then started some music to listen to while sorting the huge mess of other belongings. Furniture-wise, they really only had a bed and a desk for their PC. After moving that to one of the bedrooms, they pushed any non-essentials into the extra room and started sorting out clothes and PC stuff. A few hours later, with most of their clothing and essentials sorted, Senji realized it was late evening and they needed something to eat. They scrambled around for their phone, wallet, and key, then headed out for a walk. Hopefully there was a convenience store nearby.

Sure enough, within a few minutes they walked up to the entrance of a Familymart. Senji headed in and wandered around for a bit, picking up a few more items for their new home. They also grabbed some snacks, and one of the ready-made meals found at most convenience stores. Near the front was a display with several types of pro hero merchandise. Senji scanned over it, not spotting anything that stood out.

"[Pft. Lame.]"

Senji checked out, then made their way outside. The air conditioning of the store was decimated by the heat from the doors opening, making Senji groan at how much they had purchased.

"No way!"

"Shut it, damn nerd!"

"Gwa-!"

Cutting through the music playing through Senji's earbuds, two kids nearby were going on about some hero cards they had purchased. One had curly, dark hair. The other spiky blonde. The dark-haired one appeared a lot more timid than the other, who looked pretty upset by something. The two looked about Senji's age, but nothing else stood out.

"What're you lookin' at," the blonde one directed their irritation at Senji, who shrugged him off and walked away. He seemed like a pretty annoying character, and Senji just hoped they wouldn't end up in the same school. There were a few middle schools in the area, so there was a good chance they'd never meet up again.

"Damn nerds," she muttered under her breath. Senji collapsed once they were inside, the heat nearly doing them in. It was fine on the way out, but carrying three bags of stuff back was just too much. After eating, and a quick shower, they went straight to bed. Not to sleep though, they were busy scrolling on their phone and checking game dailies. This was interrupted by a message, which only said : meet [here] after league