First, punishment, then more punishment in training!

The next morning came, and Bakugo came back, still sore, but ready to go. Mirko was on the phone as Izuku waited with him in the kitchen. "...thanks for trying to push me out for the way of that Nomu when you saw it coming for me, by the way," Izuku told Bakugo, who snorted.

"Not like it did much good," Bakugo replied dismissively as Mirko hung up, and came into the room.

"Well, I took a small pay cut from the government, and my teaching license is being suspended for six months after this internship is over," she told them. "Neither of which is a big deal for me, so you're lucky. I'm not in Hero work for money, I'm in it for the thrill, the challenge, and I have plenty of money, so a piddly ass pay cut's not going to really bother me. And I only got this license to take you both as interns, so I hardly need it."

Izuku sighed in relief. Bakugo smirked, thinking they had gotten off scot free... Until Mirko pulled two stacks of paper from out of nowhere, and slammed them down on the table in front of them both, making it shake. The one in front of Bakugo was noticably bigger. "Eh!?"

"However!" Mirko pulled the rug out from under them. "I did inform you that the government loves teaching pros a lesson with triplicate forms when they screw up, so this is what I'm REALLY mad about!" she stated. "There are parts I'm going to have to fill out myself, but everything else? Because this is your fault, that's all on you! And your share's bigger because you went after Stain first, Firecracker, so don't even think about protesting!"

Izuku whimpered as Bakugo snarled, but they got to work, filling out every check box and line they could that Mirko mentioned not having to do herself. The parts they left included details like her signature and personal information about her Hero identification, which still left her with plenty to do once they were done with the parts she could pawn on them.

She'd said she wouldn't pawn off her paperwork on them, only make them fill out practice forms, but that was clearly BEFORE they had done something to add to her workload in that department, so fair enough. Once they were done, they both had hand cramps, though Bakugo had it worse, obviously.

Once Mirko was done with the forms they finished their part of, she straightened up. "Alright, now, to the training field! Your punishment's not over yet!" Izuku and even Bakugo looked scared as they got going.

The next few hours consisted of Mirko kicking their asses in a spar, and calling it "training." Still... At the end of the day, neither of them regretted a thing.