"You're Miruko's Little Bunny, right?"
The nickname caused one of the forest-green ears resting atop his head to twitch before the freckled teen turned to face the man behind him.
"It is you! I'm a huge fan, your fight with her was awesome!"
Digging through his pocket— as best he could in the cramped train— the man retrieved a small notebook, presenting it to the greenette.
"Can I have your autograph?!"
The question was as surprising as the nickname, even more so when the crowd huddled in the train car began to give the same request:
An autograph from the Little Bunny.
Miruko's Little Bunny.
Staunchly averse to any form of conflict, the teen went about signing each page, pic, and person with the green Sharpie he kept at all times, making sure to draw a little bunny on anything signed for children.
By the end of it, he was exhausted.
The moment the train came to a halt in front of his stop, the greenette grabbed his things, frantically— albeit very politely— squeezing his way through the admiring crowd.
With a wave of his student ID, Izuku was through the gate and on campus, very much not ready to start the school day.
"Hero names. Despite how simple they seem, they're easily one of the most impactful parts of being a pro. They're what people will think of when they think of you, what they'll call when they need help. So, when it's time to think of one, choose one wisely."
Raising a tall hand, Mina Ashido spoke her question, uncaring of whether she was called on or not.
"And when exactly are we choosing our names?"
"Right now."
The second the last syllable left his lips, the door to the classroom was kicked open as none other than the R-rated hero: Midnight made her appearance.
Sauntering her way up to the front of the class, the woman cracked her whip, a hungry grin on her face.
"Look alive kiddos, it's time to get creative."
"You really can't think of anything?"
From his spot in the brunette's lap, Izuku shook his head, disappointment evident on his face.
"It's alright. I'm sure you'll be able to come up with something eventually."
To punctuate her words of assurance, Ochako ran her fingers through forest-colored locks, being sure to pay extra attention to the space behind his ears,
Something she knew he especially liked.
"Do you know which hero you want to intern with? You do have the most offers."
Emerald eyes shifted toward the pink-skinned girl calmly running a nail brush across her fingers, his brow furrowed slightly.
"I…I don't know actually."
His voice, per usual, was light and quiet, as though each sentence spoken brought a sense of fear.
"Any ideas? There's gotta be someone who sticks out to you at least somewhat."
Scrunching his face, the greenette turned his face further into his friend's lap, hiding his frustration.
Truth be told, he did have someone in mind.
The very woman who beat his ass in fact.
Hand-to-hand combat had always come so naturally to him, so much so that he'd been dubbed the best fighter in UA because of it.
So to not only be beaten so quickly, but by someone who seemingly has the exact same quirk?
It was a little irritating.
Not because he wasn't the best, far from it.
But because it meant that he was that much farther from his goal.
"Who is it?"
"It's uh…"
"Speak up!"
"I-I'm here for the-"
Yanking her door open, Miruko was just about ready to kick whoever was disturbing her sleep in the chest.
Until she saw just who it was doing so.
"MIDORIYA! You're here for the internship, right? Tell me you're here for the internship!"
"U-Uhm…"
The boy felt his body seize up, each of his powerful muscles tensing as red painted his person.
"C'monnn, tell me! I'm not really good with the whole patience thing."
To further punctuate her impatience, the brown-skinned girl leaned forward, leveling sharp ruby reds at the hero prospect.
An action that seemed to make the problem infinitely worse.
Green eyes drifted, greeting mounds of chocolate flesh bound by a white tank top,
And no bra.
Trying his best to swallow the lump growing in his throat— and the urge to look lower— Izuku tried his best to respond to the question seemingly asked forever ago.
"Y-Ye…Yes."
As hushed as the answer was, it still brought forth a great deal of excitement from the young woman, said excitement driving her to wrap the greenette in a hug.
One that nearly killed him.
"You're not gonna regret this! By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be a lean green ass-kicking machine!"
Separating herself from her new protege, Miruko grabbed the boy by the collar before turning about face and dragging him into her home.
She just couldn't wait to crack into him.
"You'll be sleeping in the guest room across from mine. Help yourself to anything in the fridge and oh, your door doesn't lock so don't go doing anything weird in there."
When she saw a bright pink overtake him, Miruko knew she'd enjoy the internship far more than intended.
Leading the teen down a hallway, she pointed to a room guarded by a door that looked as though it hadn't been touched in years.
Granted, it probably hadn't.
"This is your room, do whatever you want with it just don't, y'know, break any walls."
Pushing the cedar, Izuku took in the modest sight of the room, the space holding little furnishings save for a small bed, a desk, and a lamp.
"Unpack, eat, then head to the basement in costume-"
A maniacal grin spread across the young woman's face as she cracked her knuckles, ruby-red eyes seemingly boring into her apprentice.
"It's time for your first evaluation."
Turning on a dime, Miruko headed into her room, closing the door behind her and punctuating the action with a click of her lock.
Dropping his bags onto the floor, Izuku ran his hand through forest-colored locks, a deep sigh escaping his lips.
He truly hoped he hadn't made a mistake coming here.
"Only one way to find out I guess."
Stripping off the top half of his uniform, the greenette stood clad in a black compression shirt and slacks, his shoes long discarded at the door.
"I'm hungry..."
Peeking out the door, the student made sure his mentor was nowhere in sight before stealthily opening and closing his room.
Soundlessly, the greenhead made his way toward the kitchen seen during the mini house tour, intent on fixing himself something to eat.
"I want something sweet."
Crouching down, the teen opened a cabinet, spotting a can of sweetened condensed milk.
"Really sweet."
Grabbing the can, Izuku searched the kitchen for the rest of what he needed for the dish he had in mind, easily finding the mangoes, rice, milk, and ice cream.
First, he started the rice, patiently waiting for the cooker to finish before setting it in the fridge to cool.
He then peeled and chopped a mango, blending roughly half of it with a bit of cardamom and cinnamon before straining the chunks out.
Combining the mango puree with the sweetened condensed milk netted him a thick, sweet, mango-flavored condensed milk which he set to the side.
The teen then grabbed a carton of coconut milk alongside some sugar, combining the two in a saucepan and stirring for upwards of 20 minutes until it reached his desired thickness.
Reaching back into the fridge, Izuku grabbed his— now-chilled— rice and dumped a large serving onto a plate before drizzling his thickened coconut sauce atop it.
He then grabbed the ice cream from the freezer, dumping a heap of it atop the rice before scooping out the center of it and pouring the mango-flavored condensed milk into it.
Finally, he garnished the rice with his remaining mango slices before sitting down to enjoy his food.
The forest-topped teen got all of one bite in before being interrupted by a sudden, unexpected voice.
"Watcha got there?"
The moment a foreign sound registered in his ear, the teen shot from his chair, a right leg round kick flying toward the source.
The snow-haired woman casually slapped the limb out of the way before grabbing her apprentice's shoulders and forcing him back into his seat.
"Jeez, sorry I wanted to know what you were eating."
"No! I-I'm sorry for trying to k-kick you…you scared me…"
"Don't sweat it. Tell you what, I'll forgive you trying to take my head off if you let me have some of what you've got."
"O-Ok."
With a grin, the brown-skinned young woman leaned over the greenette, using her right hand to grab a spoonful of the rice before raising it to her mouth.
Silence fell over the two as Miruko chewed the dessert, letting the flavors paint the inside of her mouth as well as each tastebud peppering her tongue.
Before long, she finally spoke.
"Holy shit Midoriya you can fucking cook!"
"Thanks…"
Leaning on the teen a bit more, Miruko grabbed another bite, and then another, happily enjoying the rice her apprentice had made.
All while pressing her body, wearing nothing save for her hero costume, further onto the boy.
"Here, Midoriya. Say ahhhh."
"H-Huh?"
Izuku Midoriya honestly didn't know he could get more embarrassed but, like she seemed to have been doing a fair bit recently, the snow-haired hero seemed intent on proving him wrong.
"You heard me, now open up."
"A-Aaahhhh-"
Faster than he could possibly perceive, Miruko popped a spoonful of the dessert into his mouth, flashing a grin at him after doing so.
Instantly, the flavors of mango, coconut, and vanilla washed over the oral cavity, staining each inch of it with flavor.
But beyond those was something different, something he hadn't added in while cooking, something infinitely more flavorful than he could imagine.
The taste of Miruko's lips.
And as she commanded the greenette to open his mouth once more, a single, prodigious truth stamped itself in the forefront of Izuku Midoriya's mind.
"Her lips taste really good."