Thanks a lot, Bakugo!

"You just HAD to say something, didn't you?" Izuku was asking Bakugo two hours later, their hands cramping painfully.

"Shut up, Deku," Bakugo growled as he **** himself to fill out more mock forms as Mirko watched, clearly entertained by their misery and the byplay.

""How bad could it be," you said. This bad... This is how bad it could be," Izuku replied sarcastically.

"...when the hell did you get the balls to make fun of me like this?" Bakugo growled lowly. Izuku couldn't help smirking at that question.

"If I said it didn't have anything to do with the girlfriends I have these days, I'd be a liar," he admitted, before groaning at another form.

"Oh? You're in a relationship with multiple girls? You didn't seem the type," Mirko remarked, leaning in towards Izuku. "...then again, you did show a lot of strength and... Stamina during the Festival," she teased. Naturally, Izuku's face went up like a Christmas tree, and Mirko laughed.

Once the two finished up the mock paperwork to Mirko's satisfaction, she nodded. "Okay, good, you both seem at least competent in getting the red tape part of being a Hero done. I don't think you need any more instruction in this."

"Thank fucking God!" Bakugo sighed in relief.

"Now let's get on with some real training!" Mirko smirked, going to a duffel bag. Izuku froze, and started sweating, wondering what was in there. She seemed sadistic enough for it to be just about anything she could consider "training."