"The eighth and final match of the first round…!"
All across Japan, eager viewers clustered around televisions and handheld devices as the semifinals of this year's U.A. Sports Festival drew to an explosive close. It had been a rousing exhibition so far, but only a select few understood just how much was riding on these next two opponents squaring off.
"From the hero course, Bakugo Katsuki!"
Wearing a perpetually ill-tempered expression, the violent youth drew to a halt on one side of the arena. Ferocious red eyes focused on his appointed enemy.
"And his opponent (she's the one I'm cheering for), also from the hero course, Uraraka Ochaco!"
Across from him, a short girl with shoulder-length hair swallowed nervously, unable to hide how badly her whole body was trembling. The sight of such obvious anxiety on her part only made him even more irritated by this matchup. It was time to make one thing clear before they started.
Bakugo's lip curled as he snarled distastefully, "You're the one that makes things float, right, Round-Face?"
She flinched in dismay. "R-Round-Fa…?!"
He was about to continue, when abruptly her brown eyes narrowed, fear replaced by feminine outrage as she hauled off and shouted, "Oh, I am gonna FUCK YOU OVER so hard, you won't be able to get an erection without thinking of MY ASS!"
So saying, the girl smacked that selfsame body part soundly, before raising her fists and adopting an aggressive stance.
Bakugo was rather taken aback at this sudden display of ferocity on her part. The same could be said for the audience. From students to spectators, all were dumbfounded by the girl's determined declaration. For a while the entire gigantic stadium, if not the whole of Japan, fell completely silent.
"Well… damn!" a surprised Present Mic exclaimed over the loudspeakers. "Now I REALLY want her to win, just so we can see that!"
There then came a muffled head-slap followed by a terse voice stating, "Don't perv on the students."
This humorous interlude got a laugh from the spectators. With that the spell was broken, and the match got underway.
Three days after the conclusion of the Sports Festival saw the Class 1-A students of UA returned to school. And while some were basking in their first taste of life in the public eye, Katsuki Bakugo was not one of them.
His hotly anticipated victory had turned out to be even more shameful than the whole Sludge Villain Incident. First that cold fish Todoroki concedes without putting up a real fight, then Midnight puts him to sleep in front of the whole nation, and finally All Might forces him to accept a medal he didn't even win, much less want!
To say that Bakugo was livid came close to describing his current mental state. His classmates recognized this and chose to give him a wide berth for the time being. Which was fine by him. At present they were sitting outside in the bright sunshine by the track field while Present Mic outlined a new physical fitness regimen the school had implemented for gym class. The Voice Hero yammered away while writing on a blackboard he had dragged out here ostensibly for their benefit, never using one word when ten would do. This drawn-out explanation only served to make some of the less, shall we say, cerebral students reach the end of their all-too-short attention spans.
One of them sitting on the grass in front of Bakugo happened to be Mina Ashido. The pink bundle of energy had kicked out her legs while reclining on her hands, neck lolling from side to side in utter boredom. She heaved a weary sigh and tilted her head back as far as it would go.
In doing so, she caught sight of the still fuming Bakugo, and seemed to brighten upon spotting him. With that Mina spun around and excitedly declared, "Hey, Bakugo, wanna go have sex in a janitor's closet?"
Present Mic's chalk snapped against the blackboard.
A minute later, Mina was sitting seiza off to one side while Mic, Hound Dog, and Ectoplasm took turns screaming at her. Rather than afraid, she appeared to be puzzled at this level of outrage, simply stating, "But they do it all the time in American TV dramas!"
"THIS IS NOT AMERICA!" Present Mic had gone falsetto in his anger.
"OR A DAMN TELEVISION SNARL-BARK-WOOF!" Hound Dog added.
The rest of Class 1-A wisely chose to remain silent lest they draw their teachers' ire. As for Bakugo? He had only one thing to say…
"What the hell just happened?!"
After that odd episode, the day passed normally. Mina came back from a visit to the guidance counselor's office and no further comment was made as to the incident. Which was weird in and of itself, because this sort of thing should have elicited a great deal of debate among the student body. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Katsuki could feel that at the first opportunity, questions would be leveled in his direction.
So when lunchtime rolled around, he decided to eat his meal up on the roof away from prying eyes and wagging tongues. Bakugo remained unsure what might have caused Ashido to speak to him in such a way, and frankly didn't want to know. The less said, the better. If any of his classmates tried to approach him the rest of the day, he had already resolved to give them a faceful of napalm on general principle. Nip this crap in the bud, whatever its cause.
When he opened the door leading to the rooftop, it was to find no one in sight. Somebody had left a towel up here, probably for a picnic, but other than that the place was deserted. With that he stomped over and flopped down on the blanket.
"OOF!"
It felt like a seat cushion came alive and jumped him. His bento box went flying everywhere. With a startled curse Bakugo scrambled upright and spun around. Breathing heavily, his eyes searched for whatever might have attacked him, but all he saw was…
"You could be a little more gentle, Bakugo-san…"
He stiffened as the truth dawned on him. "What the hell are you doing up here, See-Through?!"
A sigh came from the vicinity of the blanket, which wrinkled slightly as the invisible form of Toru Hagakure made herself more comfortable. "I was just catching some rays. Nothing wrong with that, right?"
"You…!" Anger coupled with embarrassment to rob him of speech momentarily. That and the realization of what just happened almost caused him to miss one very obvious point. "The hell do you need it for?! Not like you can get a suntan!"
"That's mean. Everyone needs some Vitamin D."
There was something to her voice, a playful quality that only made him more agitated, especially when it dawned on him there was a girl sitting stark naked in front of him. Visible or not, the thought alone was enough to provoke a reaction.
Before he could respond to this, Hagakure said, "While you're here, wanna rub some lotion on my back?"
A bottle of sunscreen he hadn't noticed before rose to waggle in midair. Was she seriously suggesting…?
"Psh!" Katsuki spit. "Go rub yourself!" Hurriedly he then jammed both hands in his pockets and went stalking off before she could spot how much that had affected him.
"Way ahead of you, sunshine!"
The flustered teen did not dare give himself a chance to think about that. He just got out of there quick.
Later in the day found Katsuki alone on a bench in the hallway drumming his foot in agitation. It had become readily apparent to him that something very strange was going down. All throughout last period, he could feel eyes crawling over him. Whenever he looked, however, his classmates always turned out to be scribbling away, or diligently listening to the teacher, or just making a very pointed effort not to return his stare.
Or at least, the girls did.
The guys in class were normal, as far as he could tell. Still didn't know them well enough to really say that for sure. But the chicks? Definitely acting strange. And it was starting to make him jumpy. If he could just put his finger on whatever it might be…
"Gero."
Bakugo recoiled violently as he realized he had company. His head whipped around to find the frog girl Tsuyu Asui sitting three feet away from him on the other end of the bench quietly reading a book.
It took a few seconds for his heart to stop pounding like a jackhammer, which in and of itself irritated him. He almost demanded to know what she was doing here, except that was obvious: reading. Sitting and reading seemingly unaware of his presence. Her big blank eyes were absorbed in the contents of a manga. Every now and then she would give a little, "Gero," lick her finger and turn a page. Other than that? Nothing.
After a few seconds where neither of them said a word, Bakugo uncoiled a bit. With a last mistrustful glance he resumed slouching in his seat.
"Gero." A turn of the page.
Had she been there the whole time and he hadn't even noticed? Could be. After all, his brain still felt somewhat in a haze after all this nonstop suspicion.
"Gero." A lick of the finger.
Just what the hell was going on? First Pinkie Pie propositions him in front of the whole class, then Cellophane Girl seriously makes it sound like she wants him to… well…
"Gero."
Am I reading too much into this?
Slurp.
Bakugo blinked several times, head tilted at a slight angle and a look of complete disbelief on his face.
Did she just flippin' LICK me?!
Slowly his head rotated around to regard the Frog Girl, who hadn't budged an inch.
BOOM!
Some upperclassmen chatting in the halls looked around in consternation, then almost jumped right out of their skins when Tsuyu Asui leapt around a corner and went tearing past them bounding from floor to ceiling. "Gero-gero-gero-gero!" she sang almost happily as they dove out of the way.
Hot on her heels came Katsuki Bakugo, explosions roaring from his palms and face worked into a murderous fury. "GET BACK HERE, YOU FREAKIN' MUDSKIPPER!"
The other students watched them both disappear down the way.
"He's not putting a curse on you, I swear."
A group of upperclassmen continued to give them suspicious looks, and Ochaco Uraraka quickly took her friend's arm to hustle him down the hall. The whole time, Izuku Midoriya never let off mumbling, leafing through one of his notebooks feverishly while muttering under his breath.
"… if a person with a nature-based Quirk… up against one that is fire-based… Wood… Fire… Fire burns Wood…!"
While a valued companion and dear friend, she had to admit that Deku's tendency to get lost in his little world of powers and matchups could be rather unsettling. Especially for those not accustomed to his introverted tendencies.
"Fire… Water… Water puts out Fire…"
Add to that the sweaty, bug-eyed expression he wore while panting heavily and leafing through the little booklet, and you couldn't blame anyone for reaching the conclusion that the short green-haired youth was up to something unwholesome, if not unnatural.
"Water, Wood… Wood beats Water!"
"Deku-kun, you wanna maybe give it a rest?" Ochaco grumbled, feeling her face flush as even more people regarded them with accusatory looks. Staff, faculty, and especially students; this much concentrated attention couldn't be healthy for a girl her age. She hurried on by, trying to hide beneath her jacket.
Ever since the Sports Festival, it felt like there was something in the air. Ochaco couldn't explain it, but people seemed to be acting weirder than usual. Not that you'd notice with Midoriya; he came complete with more than his fair share of bizarre behavior no one seemed willing to comment on. To say nothing of his relationship with that psycho Bakugo, which was so fundamentally unhealthy for both of them she had to wonder why they even bothered. Her body still ached from that brutal beat-down he had handed her.
Then again, why anyone would take the time to associate with Bakugo at all remained an elusive mystery. The appeal just wasn't there for her. No matter what advantages he might have been born with, Ochaco could assuredly say she had never met a less likely candidate for hero-hood. Or fatherhood. Or basic human interaction, for that matter. It might just be a case of pride still smarting after that fiasco at the Sports Festival, but for her money…
To her surprise, at that moment the man himself tore around a corner and came screeching to a halt in front of them.
"Oh, Kacchan!" Deku exclaimed, looking up from his solitary pursuits. "What are you–?"
Bakugo didn't respond, not even to curse Midoriya's existence as per usual. Instead his wild red eyes darted to focus on Uraraka with something that almost resembled… fear. He regarded her like he thought she might launch herself at him and tear out his throat.
Feeling even more self-conscious than before, Ochaco watched him right back. "Uhh… are you… alright, Bakugo-san?"
Right then the floor shook, and soon after it happened again. Bakugo tensed, jaw clenching as he slowly looked over one shoulder.
There came a high-pitched hydraulic whirring. Then all three of them jumped as a huge robotic crab leg crashed into the ground, followed soon after by something that closely resembled a giant mechanical spider. Crouched atop this device on all fours, almost like a form of arachnid herself, was the grinning form of Hatsume Mei.
The mad scientist's unmatched eyesight focused on Bakugo, and she giggled. "Found yo-u-u-u!"
BOOM!
Wasting no time,the harried youth went rocketing down the hall under the influence of his Quirk. Mei uttered a deranged laugh and gave chase atop her four-legged mount. Both Deku and Ochaco had to quickly scramble out of her way or risk being crushed.
"Let's make BABIES TOGETHER!" she screamed happily.
"Wait, Kacchan!" Midoriya called after the fleeing pair from his place on the floor. "You don't understand, she just means robots!"
The huge mech nimbly maneuvered through the narrow corridor, accompanied by the sound of screams.
"Er… at least, I think she does," Midoriya had to admit.
In his entire life, Bakugo had never thought he would find himself in a situation like this.
Screaming and cursing at them didn't help. Threatening to kill them caused several to lick their lips. And fighting them off wasn't an option after Class 1-B joined in.
So he ran.
Sweating and trembling, the human grenade pressed back against a wall trying to catch his breath. He might have shaken them after the roof came down. No way to be sure. With any luck it would take them a while to locate him again, allowing him a chance to figure out a plan…
"He's upstairs, by the science lab!" came echoing up from a nearby stairwell.
Damn! He'd forgotten about Earphones! She could could pick out his heartbeat from a kilometer away. With no recourse he took off running down the hall.
A door up ahead of him slid open, and Momo Yaoyorozu came dashing out. He was about to blow a hole in the floor to escape her, when she suddenly cried, "Bakugo-san, in here! The music room! It's sound-proofed!"
Was this a trap? Could she really be trying to help? The rumble of an approaching horde of footsteps decided for him. In a flash he ducked inside the open room, followed by Momo, who quickly shut the door behind her.
There was nothing but suspicion in Bakugo's face when he turned to confront her. But rather than trying to jump his bones like the rest of the female student body, the steely-eyed girl peeked out through a crack. "I don't know what's going on," she uttered determinedly, "but we have to get you out of the school, and fast."
Bakugo drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "These girls are all crazy, dammit!"
"Yes, I agree." Once satisfied that they had not been discovered, she turned and went over to a small pile of neatly folded clothes. "You'll need a disguise. I've created something that will keep you from drawing any more attention to yourself." She handed him a black kimono, of all things. The outfit looked positively antiquated, but trust a rich girl to not know about modern apparel.
With nothing to lose, he snatched up the proffered item and began to yank it on over his clothes. "I can't tell if it's because of someone's Quirk or not," he snarled, "but it's like every one of them's gunning for my ass!"
"I'm sure the teachers have already been apprised of the situation and are working on a remedy." She handed him a baggy pair of hakama trousers.
"What the hell am I supposed to do until then, huh?" The old-fashioned wooden sandals came next, which were a pain to put on, but he did so anyway. "If this keeps up, I don't care if they're being mind-controlled or what, I'm just gonna start wasting 'em!"
"Understood. Here, put this on."
She handed him a black haori coat which he duly slipped into, all the while never ceasing to froth and exclaim savagely. "Tried to get my pants off, for one! And another thing…!"
"Don't forget the hat."
"Thanks!" He jammed the high conical implement on his head even while she led him over to a low table where they both sat down. "And not like Deku was any frickin' help! He's just schmoozing along with his girlfriend Uraraka, who, come to think of it, was the only chick who didn't try to jump my bones!"
"Sign here."
She passed him a brush pen dipped in fresh-made ink which he used to affix his signature to the documents laid out on the table. Once completed they were passed off to a waiting manservant. "Totally insane! If this gets out into the city, they'll have to quarantine!" Another piece of paper, which he signed without question. "I can't keep dodging every crazy bitch who's thirsty for me! And if it does…!"
His hand froze in the process of signing the last sheet. Right then it dawned on him something was off. Bakugo looked down at himself, to find he was dressed like a Shinto bridegroom. When he turned his head, Momo now sat beside him wearing a dazzling smile only slightly less radiant than the bridal outfit she was sporting, which looked like it must have cost a fortune.
"I made everything you're wearing myself!" she exclaimed, blushing slightly and looking away with a hand pressed to her cheek.
His teeth ground together, eye twitching and tendons standing out starkly in his neck.
"So you might say that, even before our honeymoon, you were already inside of me, my husband!"
There came a crash. When Yaoyorozu turned around, it was to find a Bakugo-shaped hole in the screen door. She cocked her head in confusion before rising to set off in pursuit.
Explosions ripped from his palms to keep Katsuki afloat. He was now hovering fifty feet in the air above the schoolgrounds. Below him, a huge mob representing all stripes of the student female body moved in tandem with his flight, apparently content to let him tire out and fall into their hungry embrace. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this pace up.
"Neh, neh! What are you doing up here?"
He whirled with an explosive curse. Floating a few feet away wearing a puzzled expression was Nejire Hado of the Big Three. The glamorous third-year student had on her regular school uniform as she used her Quirk to glide along on swirls of yellow energy. Those big blue peepers were watching him curiously.
"You're up awfully high," she stated with wide-eyed innocence. "Is this a game? Are they all trying to catch you?"
A terrible sense of weakness came over Bakugo such that he thought he might be about to fall. Rage spurred him on to hold out, but just as he drew breath to launch another tirade…
"You want to join the Mile-High Club? Neh, neh?"
Several educators lounging in the teacher's office looked up from their desks and then dove out of the way moments before Bakugo came crashing through a window. He rolled across the floor, leapt upright, and went tearing out of the room.
Around this time, it had become apparent to everyone that something very strange was taking place.
"We've figured it out!" Present Mic declared triumphantly.
A small interior room reserved for faculty interviews had been commandeered for their purposes. Sitting on a couch was the R-Rated Hero, Midnight. To her left was Katsuki Bakugo, and on her right sat Uraraka Ochaco. Before them stood Present Mic accompanied by Eraserhead, still wrapped in bandages that only left his eyes peering out.
"The Medical and Science Depts. ran some tests," their mummified homeroom teacher informed them. "From what they can determine, this all started back at the Sports Festival." He fixed bloodshot eyes on Katsuki. "Apparently, when Midnight put you to sleep after you won your final match–"
"It wasn't a win!" Bakugo snapped with an ugly expression, arms crossed and burrowing back into the cushions as far as he could go.
"Whatever." The lone wolf proceeded to explain. "It seems that her soporific scent underwent a chemical alteration when combined with the sweat-based Quirk in your own bloodstream. That and a rush of… ahh, shall we say, 'teenage hormones'…" He paused to glower once again at Present Mic, who was snickering, "…you were experiencing at the time resulted in a severe mutation of the sleep gas. As a result, you've been unknowingly excreting a chemical from your skin that causes any women past the prepubescent stage and before menopause to, well…"
"Go into heat!" Present Mic flashed a goofy grin and made double finger-guns at Bakugo.
His old schoolmate glared daggers at him. "Yes. They automatically see you as a suitable mate."
"Ummm…" At this point Uraraka raised her hand hesitantly. "So then, why am I here exactly?"
Eraserhead regarded her with chilly dispassion. "That's another issue that cropped up. When it became apparent you were the only student not affected, we checked your bloodwork as well. It seems you came into so much contact with Bakugo's explosive sweat during your match prior to his being put to sleep that your body became somewhat accustomed to it."
Present Mic piped up. "Like being vaccinated. You had enough of his juice in you beforehand that–" A hair-raising glare from Aizawa drew him up short, and he coughed self-consciously. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, the combination of adrenaline, uric acid, and other, uh… 'teenage hormones' made you immune to the stuff he's putting out."
"So…" Eraserhead indicated over to a squat appliance that looked like a combination dehumidifier and those Jacob's Ladder devices from mad scientist films, all connected to a large dryer-duct-like tube in the wall. "The tech crew has whipped up a device that will take advantage of all three of your conditions. You, Kayama," he pointed his cast at Midnight, "are the base. This machine will compare your sleep gas to what Bakugo is exuding–"
"DON'T USE FLIPPIN' DIRTY WORDS ABOUT ME, DAMMIT!"
Ignoring this outburst, he continued. "… then use the example of Ms. Ochaco to craft a remedy that will gradually replace the aberrant compound in his body, bringing him back to normal."
"At the same time," Present Mic added, "it'll pump the new compound into the ventilation system, and that'll cure all the girls who are still looking to, well, hump you."
A callused hand smacked him upside the head. Once this was accomplished, Eraserhead turned back to the trio. "For this to work, you'll have to remain in this room for at least the next two hours. You don't have to do anything. Just let the machine take care of the rest. The door will be locked from the inside to ensure none of the afflicted students can get in. When we give you the signal, you'll be free to come out."
His eyes flickered between them. "Any questions?"
Sitting in front of him, the nubile Midnight glanced at the two attractive teens to either side of her in apparent disbelief. She looked back at Aizawa and seemed about to speak, then paused, thought it over, and finally crossed her legs with a smile.
"Nope!" Nemuri Kayama beamed at Eraserhead.
"Alright." The two teachers headed over to the room's only exit. Aizawa tapped a button on the doorframe, which glowed red, and turned to regard them as the door slid open. "Remember, don't let anyone in until the process is complete."
"Can do!" Midnight waved happily, and sighed.
To this Eraserhead gave a grunt before shambling off with Present Mic in tow. The security door slid shut behind them, locking securely.
When they got out into the hall, it was to find Principal Nezu waiting for them. The dapperly dressed rodent gazed at his instructors before turning and trotting down the hall. "Well, that should settle that," he remarked somewhat dryly.
"You bet!" Present Mic declared as they followed the school headmaster along. "Couple hours and this whole mess will be just a bad memory."
"I need a nap," Aizawa sighed, rubbing his eyes vigorously.
"Indeed," the principal stated with paws clasped behind his back. "And all it took was leaving Midnight alone with two of our students."
Present Mic chuckled. "Yep! Good ol' Nemuri! All alone in there…!"
"With two attractive red-blooded teenagers," Eraserhead sighed.
"And no one to supervise them!"
They continued walking for a few seconds.
Eraserhead and Present Mic stopped dead in their tracks. Both of them now looked exactly like they did when Todoroki Shoto created a glacier in the middle of the Sports Festival.
Then the two men turned and raced back the way they came.
"Took 'em long enough," Nezu muttered, and continued on the way back to his office.
Meanwhile the panicked pair of public schoolteachers slammed against the previously vacated room, only to find the door firmly locked from the other side. They began to pound and kick violently at it. "Midnight!" Present Mic screamed. "Open the DOOR, Midnight! OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
"Kayama?" Eraserhead beat on the unyielding metal pane with his bandaged arm. "Whatever you're doing, stop doing it. And whatever you're thinking, don't think about it! Just… grab a cold bath!"
"We're sued, man! We're freakin' SUED! They'll throw the book at us! I can't survive on the inside, Aizawa! I won't last a damn day, ya hear me?"
The screaming, pounding and cursing continued nonstop.
Sitting around a coffee table, Midnight, Bakugo and Uraraka stared at the door. All three held a selection of playing cards. The teen girl glanced at their sensei uncertainly. "Should we… open it?"
In response, Midnight shook her head and chuckled. "Nah! Let 'em sweat." She glanced over at Bakugo. "Got any fours?"
"Go fish!" he grunted, and slapped down a card.
So the treatment process quietly continued around them with nary a worry on their part. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
A DAY LATER…
The legendary Toshinori Yagi, better known as All Might, sat at his desk in the teacher's office struggling to come up with a truly worthwhile teaching plan, when suddenly he felt a shiver travel down his spine. Turning around in his seat, the emaciated man was surprised to find himself confronted by a positively starry-eyed Hatsume Mei.
"Ehh… can I… help you, miss?" he asked.
In response she bent down to look him right in the eye and said without preamble…
"Put a baby in me!"
A couple of second-year students strolling through the campus heard a crash of breaking glass and looked up, moments before the huge muscled form of All Might landed behind them.
"I… am OUTTA HERE!" the living legend pronounced boldly, before shrinking down into his regular form and racing away fast as his spindly legs could carry him.
Staring after this bizarre sight, the two high schoolers were equally stupefied when Mei came flying down with a jet engine protruding from the pack on her back. "Wait!" she called out, never losing her smile, "I brought a selection, you can choose which one you want to use! There's Baby #75, and #69 is always a popular item, and…!"
She went rocketing after the fleeing hero.
Present Mic had spent the last 4 hours doing nothing but fixing his signature to legal documents resulting from yesterday's colossal screw-up. His hand started to cramp halfway through, the pile beside him looked several inches thick, and all the legal mumbo-jumbo blurred together after a while.
Non-disclosure agreement: SIGNED! Notice of imminent legal action: SIGNED! Court appearance pending: SIGNED! Wedding certificate: SIGNED! Sex offender registry: SIG–
Wait a minute…
He quickly leafed back through the pile, pulling out one sheet in particular. The DJ squinted as he grimaced at what appeared to be a neat and tidy nuptial arrangement. As he did the color drained from his face, and he looked up with mouth hanging agape and choked utterances emerging from it.
"We're going to be so happy!"
His head snapped around to find Momo Yaoyorozu twisting from one foot to another. "I hear f-foreigners make the b-best husbands!" she stammered, blushing prettily.
Present Mic wasted no time blasting a hole through the wall and running for his life.
Half-asleep from reading all the minutiae involved in his new status as a probationary employee, Eraserhead snapped awake to find Kyoka Jiro leaning on the desk across from him with fingers laced together and chin resting on them, head tilted at a coquettish angle.
"You know, I really get off on the grunge look," Earphone Jack purred, the dangling lobes of her ears curving together to form a heart shape.
His bachelor senses roared into high gear. Without further ado, Aizawa threw down a smoke bomb. When the cover cleared, he was nowhere to be found.
Rabbit Hero Mirko stretched out her legs atop a building while snacking on a carrot in between missions. Suddenly her ears perked up. When she looked behind her, it was to find all the girls from Class 1-B in UA watching her with inscrutable expressions.
"Yeah?" Mirko asked, sniffing the air.
A girl with spiky red hair stumbled forward like she had been pushed. She shot a vicious look behind her, then turned to address the bunny babe. "We want you."
Mirko took a bite of carrot and chewed contemplatively.
"Huh…" she said.
FIN.