A Fight is Brewing

How would he even bullshit his way out of this? Tell her he asked some senpai to bewitch her? She knew the school's students, and he didn't. Tell her he asked for a civilian's help? He'd be expelled for turning to villainy through making innocent civilians use their Quirks in public for illegal ends. She knew his Quirk was a super power kind of Quirk, there was no trying to tell the truth without revealing he had multiple Quirks, and unlike Todoroki, his own had no thematic resonance between them.

Izuku took a deep breath. This was going to end up in a fight, knowing her bloodthirsty attitude, but he had no other way out. A little push was all he needed. She had him grabbed by the balls, literally, so if he could just power up his hand and, without actually causing an impact, just... push her own fingers down... Danger Sense struck his mind just as he was about to do it, compelling him to push her hand away as fast as possible before she could retaliate. He squeezed his butt as he thought of those words again...

"SMAAAAAASH!" A palm-strike hit Mirko's fingers downward, the following air pressure pinning her whole arm into the ground for a precious few seconds Izuku took to escape to the back of the gym storage room. The green-haired boy faced her with his fists raised, caught up between fear and arousal once more as he noticed he could see her pussy in all its bare glory - she had moved her leotard aside to pull her sex toy out, apparently. "I-I don't know what you think I did... but all that happened was that I accidentally bumped into you when hurrying to get to class. If you're gonna threaten me... t-then I have no other choice but to fight!"

Shockingly, Mirko kinda... stood there with big, wide open eyes. He could see a little squirt happen between her legs, after which she fell on her ass with her legs to either side of her, hands caught between her thighs. And despite all this, she had an even bigger, maniatic grin plastered all over her face.

"Welcome to Mirko's Bootcamp."

"Iida-kun, do you think Deku-kun's alright? He keeps being taken aside by the nurse or the teachers for his injuries... I kinda feel bad for him." Uraraka made small conversation with Iida during their five-minute break, while he drank some orange juice and she stretched her legs. "Truth be told, it is a little pitiful, but I try to not feel that way about people I care about. I feel the same way when I see you about to vomit due to your Quirk."

She thought about it. Truth be told, it was pretty similar. Both of them were hurt by their Quirks if they overused them, in one way or the other. Maybe that's why she felt so bad for him, though... it wasn't the only feeling she had when she looked at him. There was just something about that cute freckled face that made her stomach feel all tingly, and hearing his voice sometimes made her heart skip a beat. And that mental image that came over her when they were having breakfast together...

A large hand on her forehead took her out of remembrance, Iida's voice soon following. "Are you feeling alright yourself? You're so red, you might have a fever..." She nearly tumbled away from the hand as her intense blush just deepened. "I'm fine! Honest! Not thinking about anything weird!"

"Well, if you say so. Come on, the five minutes are up. Let's gather everyone and-"

BOOM

"Eh?"

All of Class 1A turned towards the explosion in the gym storage room, only to see Izuku flying towards them while bracing himself, with Mirko's silhouette somewhat visible in the smoke cloud that followed.

"KEEP EXERCISING IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU, KIDS! This broccoli's ass is mine."

Iida and Uraraka looked blankly at each other. "Is... is he going to be fine...?" "N-No clue... come on, let's just... at least pretend we're still exercising, and... keep an eye on him?"

Mirko leapt straight towards Midoriya, making the wincing teen prepare to launch a finger-flick in her direction. It was the same concept as the time he put all his power into his finger to throw a ball, and he had thought about using that wind power offensively before. Now it was the time to put it into practice for the first time.

"DELAWA-"

"Like I'll let you!!!" Mirko suddenly changed trajectory, bouncing into a nearby wall at ridiculous speed before kicking him in the back. He landed with a thud and rolled a couple times, getting up only to get kicked in the stomach and back a few meters again. "Come on, boy, didn't you say you'd fight me? Where did those massive balls go to, your throat? I can kick them back down for ya!"

This was ridiculous. She attacked before Danger Sense could keep up - all that Quirk was doing is distract him with constant headaches. Without his sixth sense, he could not keep up with her speed, having no actual combat experience unlike her. He had speed of his own, but his reflexes weren't up to par with it, so she ended up dodging and retaliating without him being able to do much about it.

"Damn it... These bruises hurt... khhh..." A little bit of Bakugo shined through in his mind, but that tended to happen whenever he tried to be bold or fight someone. It was just the first person to come to his mind as an example to follow in that department. "Is this the difference between a pro and a student...? What can I do to even the odds just a little..."

Wait. She was under the effects of his Quirk. He could just... mentally suggest some actions, and if they aligned with her nature, she'd take those actions rather than her own ideas. Could he... actually use this in a combat scenario?

Only one way to find out.

Mirko-sensei's the type to jump straight at me, tricks aren't her sty- He was lucky that this time, Danger Sense did warn him about her killing intent a moment before she was already in his face, letting him dodge through a One For All-powered backflip kick that sent her flying towards the ceiling. He couldn't even finish complex thoughts before they went and did them!

The rabbit woman seemed... pretty shocked by that attack, in a way that made her look even more bloodthirsty. That... was pretty hot, fluke or not. Can he even do that again? Let's try! He heard that voice in his mind, but had no time to process just what was happening; Danger Sense triggered on time again, letting him spin aside before punching her in the side and through the entire gym until she hit a wall hard.

...damn, he's pretty strong. I thought he had no reflexes to speak of, but... is he reading my fighting style as we fight or something? He looks like a nerd, he's probably studied me from recordings or some shit... Ah, bruised ribs. I should probably stop this here before it gets bloody. Need to keep this stupid job.

Why could he listen to what he assumed were Mirko's thoughts? They were even in her own voice rather than his, there was no chance it was his own mind.

"Okay team, you guys can keep going, I gotta go get something checked. Broccoli here packs a punch and all. Class rep, here, make 'em go through these exercises. Anyone slacks off, you note them down and I'll handle it." She tossed a cutesy-looking rabbit-themed notebook at Iida, then walked away to put her clothes back on and head to the nurse's office.

"Deku-kun, your arm...!" Uraraka ran to him with a worried look. Kodama soon followed. "Shit, you got pummeled... I should have used my Quirk to help out, but that rabbit teach's too scary." Looking at his arm, he could see some blood trickling down - he had thrown a couple of punches, and had tanked a roundhouse kick from her with it. His legs weren't any better, bruised purple almost entirely, especially his left one which he used to kick her away twice.

"Ow... I s-should probably choose my words more carefully next time, ahahah... s-sorry guys, I also need to go get patched up, everything kinda hurts right now. I'll be back...!"

Recovery Girl is so gonna kill me...