A Bunny Date

Well, he did it. He mustered up the courage to ask a girl on a date. That's a first, so it has to count for something right?

Yeah, there was no way he could reassure his poor nervous brain right now. He didn't just ask a classmate out to a drink. He asked a teacher seven years older than him, who just so happens to be the top 5 hero in the country, out for lunch. Worse of all is the fact that she gladly accepted. And now here he was, side by side with the gorgeous bunnygirl, walking downtown as she led him to her favorite karaoke.

"You've got guts, you know that? Hard to find a shy nerd with the balls to ask me out." Mirko commented idly, her strut leaving a rather obvious trail of fluids on the street that no passerby dared mention, yet most seemed to notice. Izuku could already see the headlines about Mirko being rumored to be dating a green-haired student. The mere thought of it already made him want to burrow underground and muffle a scream that way while at it.

"T-Thanks, hahah..." Truth be told, he would have never gathered the courage to ask her out if he didn't have a Quirk that could very literally read minds... at least, when the thoughts were related to him. It tended to be pretty erratic otherwise. He still felt responsible for having caused her Quirk's drawbacks to change unintentionally, so he ended up swallowing his fear and giving her what she wanted in her mind.

"Stuttering again? Straighten up your back!" He felt a sharp palm to his back that made his whole body stand up straight, to an unnatural degree. His nervous stiffness was not helping. "Sheesh, what age are you again? You're acting like a maiden in love half the time, with all the blushing and stuttering and stiffness... Do you think I'll fall for that? You smell like you just had a nice sweaty fuck in the gym a couple minutes before you saw me."

He had to cover his mouth to avoid a very harsh spit take on those last words of her. They were in public!

"I told you, these bunny senses don't play around. Who's the girl you were dicking down a few minutes ago? She's either brave, suicidal, or she's got some protective Quirk going on." Midoriya's eyes were nearly blank, trembling next to her as his thoughts consisted of multiple forms of please keep it down!

"We're here. Guess I'll ask again once we're all alone, seeing how you keep looking at everyone around us. I'd get used to it if I were you. Midnight just opened the floodgates for heroes to fuck in public without repercussion. Dirty talk is nothing for us anymore." Like hell he'd ever get used to something like this - ah right the karaoke! He almost didn't make it inside before the doors closed after her.

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"Phew~ We're finally here."

Midoriya trembled in his seat, a gorgeous bunnygirl sitting right next to him. His body seemed confused between fear and arousal, and the pheromones coming from her didn't help one bit. Listening to her mind, his own smell was doing her no favors, as she was trying to distract herself by keeping her vodka glass to her lips for longer than needed. The smell of **** was drowning his own out.

"Whew... that's the stuff. So! What does this horny stuttery mess want to sing first?" Her face was close. Really close. Enough to smell the **** in her breath, even though she had only a sip earlier. "You've gotta enjoy some kinda music, don'tcha? Maybe some pop crap? HerOSTs*? Synth stuff? Let's have fun, pick something good."

(*HerOSTs = Original Soundtracks made by hero agencies to promote their pro heroes and sidekicks.)

Well, he was about to pick an All Might track, but that's what he'd pick if he was alone. Mirko probably wouldn't appreciate that, and she had no agency of her own so she had no HerOSTs either. Even if she did, she'd probably be sick of hearing them all the time. Not a solid plan.

Bit of a shame he doesn't seem the metal type. I probably won't get to show off some growls. Well, I guess I won't mind most things he picks either way, we're not here for the music.

There we go. He reminded himself to gush over Danger Sense to the Fourth User when he saw her again. Luckily, he did listen to metal on occasion, and did have some favorites he could try. "H-How about we sing some Vermilion Cross? I really like Symphony of the Apocalypse, it's so epic and gives me goosebumps every time! Unless, um, you don't like symphonic metal?"

He could hear a slight, wet sound the moment he said that, her eyes going wide open and a little blurry. Her bunny ears twitched irregularly. Did she just... have another orgasm? How could she live a normal life being this sensitive? "H-Haha, damn, I didn't expect you'd like something that hardcore. Symphonic metal is... well it's not my favorite kind of metal or anything, but it's definitely way better than most other music. Lemme look it up..."

Surprisingly, Mirko could really sing. She got really into the song as Izuku watched in awe, ears tingling from how nice it felt to listen to her take on one of his favorite songs. "How's that, punk? Show me what you got! Second half of the song's your turn."

Even more surprisingly, Izuku nearly sounded exactly like the singer - Mirko herself seemed impressed. Heroic Body kept surprising him, after all; singing was a physical quality ultimately, and thus it was boosted by All Might's native Quirk. "Wow, what??? Are you secretly Vermilion's vocalist??? I could barely detect a couple differences between the original track and your karaoke..."

He didn't have much time to react or downplay his achievement. Before he knew it, his P.E. teacher was straddling him, putting a finger to his lips before he could ask what was she doing. His uniform pants were quickly drenched by the sticky juices dripping from between her legs, leaving multiple grool links between their bodies. Her breath seemed hot and labored, but her eyes were focused on his own.

"Midoriya. I'm only gonna ask this once. I'm way too horny and about anything you do just turns me on twice as much, so I need to ask before I lose all my focus." He gulped. So this is what she was after all this time. "Haah... Just tell me what's going on with me already. Please. Cut the bullshit, we both know this isn't normal. And I am not going to have sex with you just because I'm this horny. I may consider it depending on how honest you are with me, though."

He couldn't bring himself to look at her in the eye, but tried anyway, his glossy green orbs darting between her eyebrows and her lips now and then. "I-I... t-the t-truth is..."

A loud crash later, his consciousness was struck away by a hit to his head, his ears ringing like a bomb went off next to them. Bits and pieces of sound slowly made it to his brain, though he later learned that what seemed like an eternity of unconsciousness had merely been a second or two.

"-iya... Midoriya...! Stay with me kid!!!"

His eyes **** themselves open, though he could barely process what was happening around him. There was... a hole in the ceiling, debris and dust everywhere, and some blood was dripping from his forehead...?

"Get it together, it's a villain attack! Fucker saw I was around and followed me. I'll go kick their ass, but you owe me a response, you hear me?!"

And just like that, the number five hero leapt away into the distance, pursuing the hit-and-run villain attacker.

"I'm gonna need new pants..."

[Author's note: As it turns out, school was indeed pretty bad. Still, while inspiration wasn't exactly at an all time high, I did want to finish this chapter and get started on the Sports Festival arc over here, which I feel is going to be pretty exciting! Once I get the time to type it! Mirko's tension with Midoriya still requires a little time to cook, so I couldn't cut it up just yet, but I'm still glad I could set some parts of their character in stone and get a feel for how to make her less of a single-minded blood knight. Cuz that's nothing in comparison to how hard things might diverge from the main show from this point onwards...]