Training weights!

When Mirko opened the duffel bag, Izuku let out a sigh of relief as he saw something sane: training weights. Shackles designed to weigh a lot to give some strength training... only for his relief to die a quick **** as he saw Mirko actually exert slightly to pick several up. "Here we are! A nice training tool for you both!" she chimed, bringing four over to Bakugo. Two for his wrists, two for his ankles.

"Sounds good to me," Bakugo smirked, reaching to take them, before Mirko pulled them away as if realizing something.

"Wait, hold on... let's go to the laundry room before you put them on," she remarked, walking ahead of them.

"...the laundry room? Why?" Izuku questioned, looking nonplussed at a similarly confused Bakugo. Still, they followed her. Upon reaching the room, Izuku took it in. It was about as spartan as the rest of the house, mostly bare necessities, with exceptions like the weight room. That one was decked out in a set up that would impress All Might. Here was just a washer, dryer, and a few baskets on the old tile.

"Alright, now hold out your wrists," Mirko told Bakugo, who grumbled that he figured as much, before complying. Mirko snapped the cuffs onto his wrists... and he yelped as he immediately went down, pulled by the sheer weight of the training tool. CRASH! Izuku would have burst out laughing if he didn't realize that he was next. The training weights cracked the tile the moment they impacted.

Mirko laughed her ass off. "And that's why I wanted to do it here: I have been meaning to replace that tile for months! Glad I put it off!" She then grabbed the other set of wrist weights, and looked at Izuku expectantly. He hesitated only briefly before holding out his wrists, bracing himself. He briefly considered using One For All, but dismissed the idea, wanting to see if he could handle this without it. The weights clicked around his wrists.

"Hrrk!" Izuku grunted as he staggered, but managed to remain on his feet, due to being slightly physically stronger than Bakugo even without his Quirk, and because he was expecting it. Bakugo growled upon seeing this, and **** himself to his feet, his arms quivering.

Mirko whistled. "Not bad," she noted, putting the ankle cuffs on them both. "...of course, my set is ten times heavier."

Both Izuku and Bakugo's eyes bugged out. "How is it even physically possible to make something that heavy while still fitting on your body?" Bakugo demanded.

"Probably with a Quirk," Izuku noted, and Mirko smirked.

"I might be a lone wolf, but I made SOME friends in Support Companies," she replied with a shrug. She then gave them house rules, stuff like preparing their own meals, though she would provide the food, and to clean up after themselves, and told them that they could go about their business, but were required to wear the weights at least two hours a day. "And no doing so during hours you're just going to sit around! Pansies aren't allowed here!" she added. "Tomorrow, we do some patrolling! Don't worry, I'm not crazy enough to have you do that with the weights on!"

Bakugo and Izuku nodded, before struggling their way to the kitchen to get something to eat. They had the feeling they would need all the energy they could get in this internship.