They head to Mirko's home!

"Ugh... So, we headed to your agency now?" Bakugo asked, groaning a bit from the bruises as they boarded a bus, Izuku having trouble not staring at Mirko's ass now that she wasn't kicking his.

"More or less. I don't exactly have an agency though," she remarked, making Izuku and Bakugo stare blankly at her.

"You... You don't?" Izuku questioned as he and Bakugo sat, Mirko choosing to stand without even bothering to grab a rail as the bus got moving.

"Nope. I have a home office instead, working from there in a sense. I'm more of a freelancer type hero. Although even Heroes of my category still need to deal with the red tape and paperwork bullshit, which is why I have the home office in the first place. Though I'm still able to take interns, given I have the skills, though I don't generally do so," she noted, not even shifting every time the bus stopped and then got going. Izuku noted that, realizing she had an incredible sense of balance.

"...so what changed?" Bakugo asked, curious despite himself.

"Well, two things. First, I lost a bet," she remarked, making Izuku and Bakugo nearly face fault. "The terms were I had to get a teaching license, and offer two internships this year. Of course, I planned to get around it by offering internships to two people I was relatively sure wouldn't take the internships, but then Endeavor sent that email out, and I realized, I just HAD to meet the one who had the cajones to piss him off that much," she smirked. "And of course, you also impressed me a little in the Festival, Midoriya. Brute forcing your way through someone's bullshit win condition is something I can respect."

Izuku blinked, before realizing that she was referring to his match against Yanagi. "...I see..."

"Heck, I even went out of my way to get Firecracker here," she smirked, ruffling Bakugo's hair, ignoring his angry exclamations. "I even called in a favor with Best Jeanist to keep him from making an offer to you!"

"...I could have had the Number Four Hero!?" Bakugo raged, indignant.

Mirko rolled her eyes. "Oh relax, if anything, I did you a favor. Knowing that goody-two-shoes, he would have tried to curb your anger issues, which I can see from a mile away is never going to work. Some fires burn too hotly to snuff out. Oh no, you're going to learn something far more useful from me," she added, giving him a feral grin. "I'm going to teach you how to channel it, to use it instead of letting it use you."

Somewhat mollified, Bakugo grumbled a bit. "And here's our stop!" Mirko said cheerfully, walking to the door.