I do not own these characters or the world, that belongs to our lovely author of MHA, Kohei Horikoshi. Also, cover art was a commission by me from the artist Krumbs. Follow them on or Twitter—though I guess that's called X now—if you'd like! They are extremely talented!

A/N: Because from the moment we were introduced to Mirko's character I felt like she was perfect for Bakugo…but given the age gap, this is the best I could do with that. Thanks for any comments/reviews/favs—they mean a lot, drop me some more if you feel inclined and otherwise, enjoy the read!

Fifty-One

Explosion Rabbit Rumble

Bakugo could make out Mirko's tall white ears about ten feet ahead of him. When the chase had first started, she'd moved seamlessly through the crowd of festival goers, weaving through it with startling speed. Just watching her flawlessly move through the throngs of people irritated him. A fucking rabbit had no right to be that nimble or that fast. He of course, was above the crowd. Propelled by his explosions, he was hot on Mirko's heels, but not quite fast enough to overtake her. No matter how fast he or Mirko went, the purse snatcher always seemed just out their reach. Irritating.

He blasted off another explosion which pushed him even closer to the rabbit; onlookers below him looking up in a mixture of alarm and curiosity at seeing a spikey haired teenager soar above them, ash in his wake. Mirko suddenly darted out of the crowd in time with the purse snatcher as he swerved onto the footpath. Much to his surprise, Mirko zipped up to the sidewalk and with lightning speed, leapt to one of the streetlamps that dotted the path before parkouring her way to the next lamp post. She was essentially wall running but with streetlights. Fucking rabbit.

The purse snatcher continued on the path, occasionally looking back to see how much distance he had between he and his pursuers. Bakugo almost laughed when he caught sight of thief's face as he looked back to see Mirko lamp post jumping and the airborne Bakugo hot on his tail. The purse snatchers eyes widened, almost bugging out of his head before he wildly whipped his head back around. Both he and Mirko were closing the gap between them. Better run fast fucker, I'm about to murder you, he thought to himself with a vicious smile.

Mirko leapt outward from the lamp post that she'd just touched down onto and back toward the path. Her well-defined left leg bent, tense like a snake and ready to strike. Bakugo watched in annoyance as the rabbit's jump outpaced his explosions as her leg started to extend out toward the thief's back in what would be a very high-powered kick if it successfully landed.

Fucking plus ultra, Bakugo snarled inwardly as he let off a more powerful explosion that rocketed him right behind Mirko. Just as he came up from behind and above her, Mirko's leg was poised to strike, but the thief dodged to the side at the last minute causing her perfectly aligned kick to just miss him.

"Bakugo! Grab him! Grab the purse!" He heard her shout from below him and felt the grin on his face widen beyond measure. The rabbit missed so now it's my turn to smoke this bastard!

With his right hand behind him, maintaining a series of short controlled bursts that kept him aloft, Bakugo reached out with his left hand and firmly latched onto the back of the thief's shirt. His left hand was already sizzling and popping off small sparks—eager to unleash fiery hell onto the small-time villain who he now tightly held onto.

"Say goodnight!" He growled as his right hand shot forward in a clenched fist, the crackling and popping growing louder the closer it came to making contact with the thief. Just as his fist was about to impact and unleash Armageddon on the purse snatcher though, he suddenly lost his grip on the thief's shirt. It was as if the solid body that made the shirt maintain shape was becoming insubstantial. Barely a second later and his right hand hit empty air, his left hand now holding a shirt without a person in it.

"The fuck?" He muttered to himself as he landed with cat like grace and stared at the empty shirt in his hand. The raw explosive power in his right hand had immediately abated when he started to lose his grip on the man's shirt. Bakugo looked in confusion at the empty shirt and down at the pavement where there were discarded pants, shoes, underwear—nasty—and the stolen purse. Is it like that doofus Lemillion's quirk? Can he become insubstantial or permeable? He didn't go invisible or he'd still have his clothes on, at least I think…was there really just a naked man now running around somewhere ahead of them?

He shot a confused glance over and into the crowd. There weren't as many festival goers here, most likely because this was toward one of the festival exits. He couldn't see any naked people at first glance. That would definitely stick out, right?

A slap on his back made him whirl around, ready to attack but he stopped and sneered in annoyance when he realized it was just Mirko who'd hit him. "Wha—" he started but she held her hand up toward his mouth to silence him, which made his blood boil.

"Some kinda wind quirk, I think. That was probably an ultimate move…I can hear him, but just barely," she explained her eyes locked ahead of them, her ears twitching ever so slightly. Bakugo followed her gaze through the thinned crowd and toward a street and crosswalk. The red man emblem for don't walk was lit up so no one was in the crosswalk. He almost looked away when something like large dust particles blowing in the wind caught his eye. A second later and a naked man seemingly blinked into existence.

"Son of a bitch can turn into a gust of wind?!" Bakugo exclaimed in alarm as he threw his hands behind him, preparing to launch himself into the air to pursue. A strong hand on his shoulder tugged him back, halting his ascent. "He's getting aw—" he started in protest but the rabbit interrupted him a second time.

"Probably not more than once, at least not for a while. A move like that has to be difficult to maintain or to do multiple times. I doubt he could do it again anytime soon unless he's got an enhancer on board. Grab that chick's purse and find a cop to give it to or better yet, take it back to the chick. I'll take out the naked man," she commanded and before he could even say anything in protest, she leapt away from him in an impressive split jump that had so much power in it that it managed to clear the remainder of the crowd and almost land her in the crosswalk.

For the first time, Bakugo realized that Mirko was clad only in stocking covered feet and that she either lost her shoes during their chase or had foregone them completely. He was mildly surprised that her feet weren't actually as big as what he'd expect them to be, or rather as big as they appeared when she was wearing her hero costume. They were larger than what he'd expect for a woman of her size, the toes looked a bit more bulbous and long than what was normal, though it was hard to tell in tabi. The base of the foot and heel also looked slightly more extended than average, probably more rabbit like than traditional human foot. He briefly wondered if under her stockings her feet had a layer of soft angora fur over them before immediately banishing such a stupid thought.

"Hey! You can't leave me with waste of time tasks while you go off and take out a villain! Get back here!" He shouted angrily as he snatched up the purse in one hand and desperately looked over the crowd to see if he could see some sort of authority figure. I'll be goddamned if she leaves me to drop off a fucking handbag to some extra while she fucking runs off to beat the shit outta some petty criminal dickwad! Goddamn fucking rabbit!

His gaze caught sight of a tall thin man, clad in navy blue and running toward him in amongst the crowd. Judging by the rosy cheeks and open mouth breathing that Bakugo could see, this law officer had likely been trying to catch up to them for a while. Good on him for even being able to keep them in sight considering the speeds at which both Bakugo and the rabbit had been going.

Before the policeman could completely catch up to Bakugo however, the spikey haired blonde swiftly threw the shabby looking purse toward the cop. The cop barely had time to register the flying bag before he was stumbling and bumbling to try and catch it.

"Purse snatcher stole that, the extra it belongs to is somewhere back there," Bakugo pointed back toward the direction that the police officer had come from before adding, "or just look at the ID in the bag or whatever—see ya, I've got a shithead to destroy!" With that last statement he turned back in the direction that Mirko and the thief had gone and leapt into the air with a small explosion.

Above the crowd and facing the crosswalk, he could just make out Mirko's long white ears past the crosswalk. She was well onto the other side of the street, in an alley between two buildings that looked like it went on for quite a way before bisecting into another street. He couldn't see the petty criminal but that didn't matter, if he could see the rabbit then he knew what direction to head toward.

Bakugo let off a more powerful explosion that propelled him forward and across the crosswalk. He used a series of smaller controlled bursts to steer himself into the alley followed by a larger blast that got him to about an arm's length away from Mirko. He could see the purse snatcher now, all of him. Gross old man body, he thought to himself with a sneer of disgust as he took in the thief's naked body running ahead of them. The criminal's pace had slowed significantly; clearly Mirko had been right that him taking on the shape and characteristics of wind was a move he could probably only do once. Judging by the continued slowing of his pace, there was no way that he was using an enhancer. One good explosion and he'd be in the little shit's face.

Fueled by the desire to catch the wind walker that had evaded him earlier, Bakugo threw caution to the wind and rocketed off a particularly loud and powerful explosion that allowed him to overtake Mirko and the thief. He twisted in midair so that he was facing the petty thief, landing just ahead of the purse snatcher. His feet and legs spread wide to absorb the force of his landing, one arm touching the ground for added balance and the remaining hand open palm facing the swiftly approaching thief, ready to detonate an up close and personal explosion.

"Ha! You're mine now fuc—" he was unable to finish his sentence as the nude man barreled right into the unsuspecting Bakugo.

Apparently, once Katsuki had overtaken Mirko, the criminal had shot a nervous glance backward at his pursuers. He must've been so distracted by the sight of Mirko and Bakugo's explosion that he failed to see that teenager had landed just in front of him. Because he was still looking backwards toward Mirko, he'd failed to slow his momentum. As a result, he barreled full speed into the ashen blonde, nude body and all!

"Oof!" Yelped the purse snatcher as he inadvertently slammed into Bakugo causing the two to violently crash backwards and onto the ground.

"Ick! Old naked man sweat!" Bakugo hissed in disgust and attempted to shove the very naked man off.

Bakugo was equal parts embarrassed and disgusted as the sweaty naked man lay spread eagle over him, clearly dazed. While Bakugo was quicker to recover, he wasn't fast enough to completely reorient himself before Mirko got to them. Before he could completely shove the sweaty thief off, a dark feminine hand entered his vision then and latched onto the purse snatchers shoulder and savagely yanked it back and off of him.

He blinked in muted surprise and looked toward the owner of the hand, knowing that it belonged to Mirko without even needing to see her. She was squatted over the thief, a silky and colorful thick bolt of fabric—the obi for her kimono he thought—jumbled up in her hands as she worked on wrapping it around the naked man. Bakugo was secretly relieved when Mirko somehow managed to coil the obi up between the thief's legs and around his pelvis, covering his sad and droopy looking villain penis from view. Once she was done binding him up, it looked kind of like he was wearing a sumo wrestler's mawashi but mixed with a straight jacket esthetic.

"Gave us quite a run for our money, didntya?" Mirko said in a mocking tone as stood menacingly over the now bound thief.

"I-I didn't mean it! Money is tight, that's all! You understand of-of c-course! You can let me go, I won't do it again, I promise!" The man begged as he struggled against Mirko's bindings.

"Save it for the cops shithead," Mirko said with a shrug and looked toward back toward Bakugo.

Something about the smirk on her face, her face tilted to the side, hands on hips and her kimono now gaping open making her white nagajuban plainly visible seemed to send a stab of something into his chest and down into his stomach that threatened to drift lower. The feeling was entirely unwanted and vaguely reminiscent to the sense of hormonal excitement that he'd felt back in February when Mirko and Hawks had been guest speakers for their class.

What the fuck is this feeling? Arousal? Excitement? Attraction? A blast of cold alarm instantly sobered his growing excitement at the thought of attraction. No. No. He was not attracted to a goddmamn fucking rabbit! He wasn't attracted to anybody, let alone her! Anybody but her!

He was on his feet in a second, his face now pressed into an expression of pure disgust. "Fuck you too for sending me off to drop off some extra's purse like some half assed side kick. I am not a fucking sidekick! I coulda handled this dipshit without you." His voice was practically dripping with venom. A logical part of him internally chided him, advising that this particular level of vitriol wasn't necessary or appropriate, but that was small in comparison to the overwhelming wave of rage that was swiftly consuming him as he continued to glare at the pro hero.

"Such fire! I can practically feel the heat from here! Let's drop this bozo off with some cops then let's race each other back to the festival. Bring that fire with you, see if you can beat me!" Mirko said with such genuine enthusiasm that Bakugo's rage cooled for a second or two before returning to full force.

"What are you ten years old!? I'm not wasting my time racing you," Bakugo hissed. Mirko bounded forward in one smooth motion and was in his face a split second later. Bakugo felt sweat begin to accumulate on his hands. Why are my hands this sweaty and why the fuck is she so damn close to me?! Get away from me!

"What? Afraid? Baby Bakugo doesn't wanna race the scary wabbit?" Mirko teased, the smile on her face and the look in her eyes bordering on unhinged. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, that look on her face spoke to a most savage and primal part of him that roused at her teasing.

"As if," he sneered and then with a lowered voice added, "I'm just afraid that I'll smoke your ass so hard you're going to have to retire because of the shame." He wore a matching unhinged smile of his own now.

"Fuck yeah! It's on pipsqueak!" Mirko exclaimed before whirling around and in one fell swoop swept up the bound thief into a fireman's carry and began marching down the alley.

Bakugo was hot on her heels, the sweat on his palms starting to pool. He balled both fists, eager to hold onto that accumulated sweat so he could achieve blinding speeds when he started racing the rabbit. If only I had my equipment, I'd smoke her hip hoppity ass into the next century, he thought to himself with a vicious smirk. Earlier in the evening he'd contemplated removing his jacket altogether because he'd gotten warm with the crowd, but now he was eager to leave it on. The hotter he got the more sweat he'd make.

As the two emerged from alleyway, Bakugo spotted another man clad in a navy-blue uniform, this time standing on the other side of the crosswalk. When the policeman's gaze drifted over them his eyes lit up as if he'd been searching for them, though once he saw Mirko's kimono flapping in the wind his cheeks flushed red and he lowered his eyes. It wasn't the same one that Katsuki had run into earlier; the original one must've passed along the crime to his other cop buddies and sent this one to aid them. Good. Sooner we can drop off this loser, the sooner I can school this rabbit in the art of speed, Bakugo thought to himself with a side glance at Mirko. His stomach fluttered with anticipation; he was going to enjoy this.

When the crosswalk light turned green, the policeman hurriedly rushed across it and bowed slightly at Mirko. "So sorry I didn't get here sooner! Officer Nakayama found the individual who the purse belonged to. This is the thief, yes?"

Mirko shrugged her burden off her shoulders and onto the ground with a thump. "Yup, contained for now. He's got some kind of quirk that lets him temporarily shift into wind or something similar, so don't dawdle securing him. You got buddies coming or something like that to help you out?"

"Oh, uh yes, there should be others arriving shortly. Thank you for your dedication and hard work!" The policeman again bowed toward Mirko and shot a hesitant look at the thief. "Uh, do you er, want, that is, I, well I assume you used your obi to restrain him? Would you like it bac—"

"Nah, keep it to keep him tied up. Me and the pipsqueak got stuff to do anyway, so if we're good, we're gonna jet," Mirko interrupted as she flashed an eager smile in Bakugo's direction. Bakugo had to resist the urge to return the smile with one of his own. He wasn't sure if he was more excited about destroying her in a race or if he was more irritated that this stupid loser of a cop had ignored him from start to finish. Fucking idiot.

"Oh ah, uh, okay, um, yes. Goodbye then." The man bowed again, his cheeks still flushed and his gaze never leaving the man on the ground. He was clearly flustered by Mirko's undergarments being exposed to the world.

"Great," Mirko said as she took a few steps away from the cop and the thief. She faced Bakugo then and said, "okay, the second the walk sign comes on again we go. No starting before then and by all means, use your quirk."

"You're funeral, rabbit," Bakugo said with a smug smile, the fluttering in his stomach increasing exponentially.

The two stood next to each other, bodies growing tenser by the second as the yellow caution sign flashed. The crosswalk, which hadn't been very full before, started to empty out until no one remained in it. The sign flashed red; Bakugo felt the sweat pool in his hands, eager to be used. Don't walk flashed on the crosswalk before finally flashing to green.

Bakugo jumped into the air before firing off his first explosion, conscious of pedestrians nearby that might be frightened or potentially harmed by his detonations. Once he was just barely into the air however, he used some of that built up sweat and fired off a short but powerful burst that propelled him higher above the crowd and forward at blinding speeds. He was over the crosswalk in the blink of an eye, another explosion later and he was nearly at the entry to the festival. She's toast, he thought to himself giddily until a flicker of movement from his left caught his eye. Before he had time to fully assess the movement, he felt a hand wrap around one of his combat boots and tug him downwards. He didn't need to look down to know that Mirko had managed to catch up to him and that it was her hand sealed around his ankle.

Hissing, he shook the foot that she held onto, and blasted off another explosion that had him cross over onto festival grounds but with Mirko hanging onto him—and he realized that she was not just hanging on him, but rather using him as her own personal ladder and was literally climbing him to gain leverage. He suspected that she was going to try and use him like some sort of springboard and jump off him to overtake him. With her climbing Katsuki like a tree, his arrival to the festival grounds wouldn't count as a win; not with her attached to him.

"That's fucking cheating! Get off of me!" He snapped and started trying to kick at her with his free leg. Mirko smirked up at him, having successfully climbed up his foot and leg and held onto his torso, her face looking up at him from his chest, her legs and feet sneaking up to align with his pelvis that would allow her to springboard off of him.

"Cheating would be using an enhancer; this is 100% me, unenhanced!" Mirko laughed, the laugh taking on an almost manic sound.

Bakugo was losing control of his trajectory with Mirko's added weight and had to adjust by using some of that accumulated sweat to launch a powerful blast that hurled the pair toward a sidewalk that led deeper into the festival. He wanted to avoid crashing into the crowd and any surrounding extras, so fired off a weak explosion that further changed their direction from the festival goers. With their trajectory changed, the now barreled toward a grassy area littered with flowering plum trees off to the side of the footpath.

Once they'd passed over the sidewalk and away from any people, Bakugo moved the hand that was closest to Mirko and prepared to launch an explosion right into her face. If he was being totally honest with himself though, he wasn't sure that even if he lobbed a high-powered explosion at point blank range that it would do much to deter her. He imagined that she'd still be clung onto him, covertly positioning her legs against his body and preparing the spring off him in spectacular fashion.

"You're toast!" He yelled, the telltale popping and crackling of an explosion practically at his fingertips.

However, before he could fully unleash fire and brimstone on the rabbit, he realized that the position she'd gotten herself into—Mirko had successfully climbed onto his torso, her hands holding onto his shoulders, both her feet flush against his pelvis, her own pelvis dangerously close to his, a surprisingly intimate position that probably would've made even him blush if he really thought about it—allowed her to artfully leap away from him before his explosion could touch her face.

He flew backwards away from the swiftly descending Mirko, propelled violently backwards by both the explosion that had been intended for her and the power with which she'd launched herself off of him. Rage threatened to consume him in that moment as the gap between them grew. Mirko was about to touch down on the grass and be surrounded by delicate plum blossoms while he was being hurled backwards to land in a disgrace amongst whiny ass extras.

No! No, I refuse to lose to a fucking rabbit! I am not some sidekick or fucking extra, I'm the main character goddammit! I'm training under the number one hero—somebody far faster than her. And I will not lose to her, an inner voice raged inside of him as that rage sparked a surge of wild adrenaline.

Before he even came close to touching the ground, Bakugo flipped in midair so that he was now pointing back in the direction he'd been going, toward Mirko. He still had quite the accumulation of sweat on his palms so he had more than enough power at his fingertips to get to her. With both hands open palmed, he fired off simultaneous powerful explosions that ate up the distance between where he was and where he'd been and beyond.

The speed he'd managed to attain with that explosion was so great that not even Mirko could properly prepare to counter or dodge the blazing rocket hurling towards her. Her feet barely had time to touch the grass before Bakugo barreled into her causing both of them to crash to the ground and tumble head over heels.

Despite wildly crashing together onto the ground, Bakugo adjusted quickly and as soon as his speed had slowed, he deftly sprung forward to pin Mirko. She had stopped tumbling and had landed rather unceremoniously on her back, her kimono wide open for all the world to see. Before she could react, he had her pinned, one hand holding her arm still, his other hand open palmed and pointed at her face, ready to launch an explosion at any given moment. His left foot was thrust forward over her hips and pinning her other arm to her side, his other leg and knee pressed firmly over her thighs also pinning them in place.

"I win," he huffed, only now realizing how tired he had started to feel. "Don't try any other shit or I'll blast you right in the face."

Mirko looked up at him and gave him teasing smile that made him uneasy. "Sure looks that way doesn't it? But wait," Mirko paused briefly, a glint of mischief in her eyes as Katsuki felt her shit beneath him, "…what's this?" Bakugo became aware of an external pressure against his diaphragm and briefly looked down to see that Mirko had apparently not been as secured as he'd thought. She'd surreptitiously managed to move her right foot up onto him, her leg bent at the knee and poised to give a kick that would likely shatter ribs and send him flying.

He couldn't stop the smirk from forming on his face at the tenacity of the woman beneath him that he'd thought he'd bested. Touché you slippery little rabbit. She fucks up my win by climbing me and then using me as her own personal trampoline, but that wasn't enough to stop me; no, I caught up to her, ruined her perfect landing and got her pinned in place and still, still she makes it so I can't have a 100% flawless victory. I could blast her sure, but she'd still get a kick in and send me flying so it wouldn't be the kind of win that I want. Tricky fuckin' rabbit.

"Tricky fucking rabbit," he muttered mostly to himself as he debated whether or not he wanted to risk an explosion and the resulting rabbit kick he'd be unable to avoid.

"Trix are for fucking kids," Mirko countered playfully, drawing Katsuki's attention back to her face. She was looking at him with a look that probably would've put fear into most others but for Bakugo, it made his heart speed up and his palms start to sweat.

"Dumbass, it's 'silly rabbit, Trix are for kids," Bakugo corrected, trying to ignore the strange excitement flooding his veins.

"Close enough," Mirko said with a shrug, her gaze suddenly darting away from him and up toward the night sky and behind them. He saw one of her ears twitch a time or two and wondered what she was hearing that he couldn't hear. "Truce, kid? I can hear what I think is your teacher Aizawa and a shit ton of others heading this way, maybe five minutes give or take but I can hear Hawks too, or as you called him, bird brain, he's closer but harder to gauge since he's in the air. I'd guess maybe two minutes? So, you wanna call it for now?"

Bakugo felt his stomach churn with annoyance. What the fuck was someone like Aizawa even doing here? He wouldn't believe that his teacher was nearby until he saw the grizzled, cranky old fart with his own two eyes. He was much more inclined to believe her about the shit bird though. While he felt that it was likely that Hawks wouldn't be too alarmed by seeing them in their current position, he also wasn't sure that the winged hero would be cool with it. Something about the way Hawks' eyes would linger on the rabbit made Bakugo suspicious that they were possibly more than just hero colleagues. He felt a small frown tug at the corner of his mouth at that thought. Wait. Why was that making him frown? Was he, was he jealous? Fuck no! He screamed internally at himself as he practically flew off the supine Mirko in response to such a hideous thought.

However, his rapid movement turned out to be unwise. As he'd moved off of her his gaze had briefly dropped lower and was drawn in to her wide-open kimono and the subsequent underrobe and how it had managed to part at the middle, revealing her exposed lower half. His eyes quickly took in the shape of well-muscled, honey brown thighs and the painfully visible pair of high waisted lacy panties she was wearing.

Of course he'd seen his fair share of women in revealing attire either on TV, the internet, or in magazines—not that he'd had all that much interest in it, honestly—but actually seeing it in real life was incredibly different. Mirko's skin was like caramel or honey in the sun and looked equal parts tough and soft. The white lacy panties she wore were high waisted and obscured her bellybutton from view but had large peek-a-boo windows over her low hips that practically screamed look at me. Despite the high waisted undies, he could clearly see perfectly defined abdominal muscles and a plethora of small scratches, punctures, and slice like scars dotting her exposed skin. He felt compelled to part the nagajuban completely to see if whatever bra she wore matched the panties and to follow the trail of scars, to see how many more she had over her whole torso. She looked like pure muscle but he'd seen her in hero costume and couldn't overlook the fact that when wearing that she had an abundant bust. What would he see if he parted her robe and looked at what he knew would be ample cleavage? Would her breasts look as tough but also as soft as her thighs had? What would it feel like to touch one—ABSOLUTELY NOT! STOP IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!

He immediately halted the train of his thoughts and averted his gaze as he struggled to his feet. There was a heat in his cheeks that was somewhat unfamiliar to him. What was it? Anger? No that wasn't right. What was it? Desire? Well that was definitely there but it wasn't the primary reason his cheeks suddenly felt hot no…no it was…embarrassment! Fuck, I feel embarrassed? Seriously? She's the one who's half fucking naked! Why the hell am I embarrassed about that? Fuck!

Mirko's chuckle from ahead of him drew him out of his thoughts and he cast an equal parts furious and shocked gaze at her. She was standing now, her nagajuban no longer hanging open, though the same couldn't be said for her kimono. It was still wide open, practically flapping in the wind and covered in dirt and grass stains and a few darkened spots that he suspected were the ashen residue from one of his explosions.

"Give it five or ten years kid and we'll see where we're both at. You're a little too much of a youngin' for me as you currently are." She smiled at him, the first smile he'd seen from her that didn't make him think of a lioness on the hunt. It was something else entirely; it just looked…warm. His stomach fluttered with something light and feathery, something riddled with excitement and anticipation, something unwanted.

That made him angry. In fact, that really pissed him off.

"The fuck are you even talking about? 'You're a little too much of a youngin' for me', you fucking hitting on me, grandma?! As if I would be into you—a fucking hippity hoppity pain in my ass wittle wabbit. So shuddup and stop being fucking weird and, and a fucking cougar!" The words flew out of his mouth in a flurry, the venom in them increasing with each new word. He didn't like this disgusting fluttery butterfly feeling, this, this, fucking crush!

"Haha, grandma? Cougar? That's pretty good," Mirko laughed, apparently unfazed by his eruption. How was she not ignited into rage by his insults and why was she laughing and an even better question, why in the hell was her laughing at him making him feel giddy? He should be enraged that she wasn't matching his fury or rising to his bating—what the fuck was wrong with him?! Better question, what the fuck was wrong with her?!

Thankfully, before he could focus more on the strange combination of rage and excitement, a red winged fuck boy suddenly swooped in from above to land gracefully between them. The sight of the number two hero was enough to put a pause on his unwelcome and confusing feelings and acted as a buffer to his existing rage. The number two hero was irritatingly cool and honestly seemed a bit too full of himself. Not to mention that he always seemed to be a little too starstruck when around Endeavor…or at least Bakugo thought so.

"Number five," Hawks' began and looked between Bakugo and Mirko and then smirked. "I see that I really can't take you anywhere." He took a step closer to the rabbit but stopped when he took in the state of her kimono. Clucking his tongue in disapproval he said, "did you have to destroy the kimono? You know how much that is going to cost me to repair?"

Mirko smirked back at him as she put her hands on her hips and batted her eyes at Hawks'. "You're like besties with Jeanist, yeah? And if you can't get him to do it, I'm sure Endeavor could hook you up. That dude must burn up a lot of his shit to the point I bet he has a tailor or seamstress on fucking speed dial."

Why would he repair it? Bakugo asked himself even though he already knew the answer. His stomach twisted with another unfamiliar emotion. Anger? No. The weird embarrassment feeling? No, not that. Rage? Nope. Jealous? No…wait…yes. Fucking goddammit. Did the nerd feel this way anytime anybody talked up Uraraka? Pfft, probably not. Little shit's a halo wearing angel that probably has never experienced jealousy in his entire life.

"Where'd your obi manage to get to? And the purse snatcher? I see you did manage to keep Endeavor's student in one piece, so good job on that front." Hawks made a show of clapping for Mirko who snorted and rolled her eyes in response.

"Obi was used as restraints for the thief and yeah, the kid got the purse to the cops and together we dropped off that wind walking dipshit to the cops," she paused briefly a wicked glint entering her eyes before she continued, "Endeavor's tag along is fast, possibly faster than you."

Bakugo's eyes darted to Mirko in disbelief, uncertain that he'd actually heard that level of praise coming from her. Did she actually believe that or was she just saying that to egg on Hawks? Then again, he was pretty fast and he wasn't even twenty years old yet! If he kept on training hard and working on his explosions, he had no doubt that his speed would easily rival someone like Hawks or more importantly, it could rival Deku's speed…though that was harder to guess at since there was an uncertain number of other quirks hiding within his frenemy that could easily make it so that no one alive would be able to keep up with him. Best not to think those things.

Hawks laughed and said, "sure, maybe one day." His level of coolness was starting to prick at Katsuki's mounting rage. This motherfucker thinks he's such hot shit, he thought to himself nastily.

"Hey—" he started but stopped dead when the messy pony tailed head of Eraser Head came into view followed by a gaggle of others. At Aizawa's side was Present Mic dressed in something ridiculous and far too tight to ever be seen as attractive and beyond those two he could see that idiot Lemillion, the annoyingly chipper Hado, and the ever awkward Amajiki. Sitting on Amajiki's shoulders was the diminutive Eri, looking toward Bakugo curiously. Bakugo realized that the little girl was holding two tufts of Suneaters hair in what he'd initially thought she was using like a saddle but he realized that there was a small red ribbon tied into a bow in one of the hair tufts. She had another ribbon in the other tuft, partially tied. Upon further analysis he realized that all of them aside from Hado, had their hair pulled back into multiple little ponytails, red bow ribbons holding them in place. Even Aizawa and Mic had their hair whipped back with red ribbons. Apparently Eri must be learning to tie bows.

"You're looking a little worse for the wear," Aizawa said with a nod toward Mirko.

Mirko laughed. "Not a scratch on me, can't say the same for my duds," she then nodded toward Bakugo and said, "good job with your teaching or whatever. That kids got great speed."

Aizawa's gaze shifted toward Bakugo before returning to Mirko. "That he does." His gaze returned to Bakugo. "We're returning to UA if you'd like to join us, though I imagine you're headed back to Endeavor's agency. We've already come across one of your classmates." Aizawa inclined his head to the side and for the first time Bakugo realized that there was another person with the group that he'd missed: Mineta.

Bakugo had to resist the urge to laugh as he took in Mineta's miserable expression and the lack of any red ribbon pigtails in his hair. He doubted that Eraser would let Eri anywhere near the little lech even if it was just to practice doing hair. Serves you right for creeping on Deku and Uraraka, he thought to himself.

"It's ball boy!" Exclaimed Mirko with a laugh as she too looked over at the small boy. Mineta looked back at her, though he perked up a little when he took in the sight of Mirko with her underrobe plainly visible and general state of undress.

"Well at least the night had a happy ending," muttered Mineta as he stared at Mirko with hungry eyes.

"Why was it a happy ending?" Eri asked as she started to slide off of Amajiki who assisted her down. The little girl looked curiously at Mineta and then toward Mirko before her eyes grew glassy with wonder at the sight of her tall rabbit ears. "Bunny!"

"That's because Mirko is his favorite hero and because he loves bunnies!" Togata supplied with unnecessary enthusiasm as he scooped up the tiny girl.

"Can we just leave already?" Whined Amajiki who since putting Eri down had started to shrink behind Hado.

"Excellent idea! Considering the fact that Mirko used her obi as a form of restraint for the purse snatcher from earlier, I think I'll head out with her to try and track it down," Hawks' said casually and linked arms with her. "Ready?"

Mirko shrugged. "Sure, let's go."

"Shall we fly? It'd be faster," Hawks' suggested his voice practically a purr, clearly he expected her to agree.

But Mirko surprised him and everyone else for that matter by laughing and shaking her head. "Fuc—" she stopped briefly as she eyed the tiny child held by Lemillion, "—er no, we can just walk there. Come on." She gave the tiniest wink to Bakugo as she turned to leave, Hawks' eagerly at her side.

Hawks looked back toward the group and gave an easy smile as he trotted off with Mirko. "See ya around!"

"Can we go now?" Bemoaned Amajiki once more, now completely hidden behind Hado. Hado gently patted his head in an attempt to soothe him. What a baby, thought Bakugo as he watched the two of them.

"Want to walk with us until you have to branch off for Endeavors agency?" Aizawa suggested casually.

Bakugo gave a shrug of agreeance, though secretly he was just glad that Mirko and Hawks were gone. He couldn't deal with much more of these strange, unwelcome, and unfamiliar emotions. Rage and anger he could deal with but jealousy, attraction—a crush? No, he was not interested in experiencing more of that.

"But the kid isn't allowed to touch my hair," Bakugo said sternly as he moved to join the others.

"But she's gotten really good at it! Eri is a master of tying hair ribbons, huh Eri?" Togata explained cheerfully.

"Yeah!" Eri agreed and pulled out another red ribbon that had apparently been hidden somewhere either in her child's haori or kimono.

"She didn't do my hair," muttered a sullen Mineta.

"That's because you're kind of gross!" Lemillion countered with a bright smile.

"Yeah! Gross!" Eri repeated excitedly. Mineta simply huffed in response.

"Got that right kid," Katsuki said before trudging back into the festival proper. The others followed after him, Eri still eagerly holding a red ribbon in her hand that was eager to find a home in an ashen blondes' hair.