Saturday classes were over. Hero studies might have been the class everyone in the hero course looked forward to most, but it was also a drain in ways others simply weren't. That was the difference between classes that mattered and classes that, frankly, didn't. Not to mention the teachers were determined to make each class a new kind of challenge. A new hardship or struggle. It was impressive in a weird way that they were unwilling to let real villain attacks be the greatest challenge the first year students would face. They had started simple with looking over footage of the fight against Mirio. Kyoka and Izuku got a bit of grief for freezing up just because the guy's dong was hanging loose. After all, villains wouldn't be shy about showing things the heroes wouldn't want to see, and sometimes nudity would be nothing in comparison.

And so the training topic had become appropriate situational awareness and reactions. Forcing the students to react quickly and take appropriate action. Over and over, for hours on end. The class ended with mostly everyone mentally exhausted. The only exceptions being Katsumi, Izuku, Saiki, Momo and Kirishima. Katsumi and Izuku had minds capable of quick analysis and decision making. Saiki didn't, but had the endurance to manage the mental fatigue to an extent. Momo took longer to give answers, a combination of pacing herself and strong intellect kept her steady. And Kirishima just gave straightforward and simple answers to every problem, his performance suffering for it.

Even if Saiki wasn't as exhausted by it as most everyone else in the class, he was glad it was over. Classes for the week were over. And tomorrow was Bunday. Perfect for blowing off some steam, as well as sounding Mirko out on the whole apprenticeship thing. Post-orgasmic bliss seemed like a good time to do it rather than dropping in outside their usual arrangements. He learned from the last time he did that it was no time to ask for a favour.

It was weird how he had to change out of his gym uniform to his class uniform, just to leave the school and go about his day. Minor inconveniences not ironed out by the transition to student dormitories. Or maybe it was something they wouldn't change. Not every class lived on campus after all, so any students walking around the classroom building without their uniforms would be a headache. Regardless of how that would go, it meant he wasn't quite fully relaxed leaving the locker room. Still in 'school mode', as it were.

A lucky thing when he found a certain someone waiting for him outside that locker room. He took one look at the girl in her uniform skirt and blouse as she pushed off the wall, clearly indicating it was him she was waiting for.

He kept walking.

"Hey! I want to talk to you!"

"I thought walking away would be a pretty good indicator that the feeling isn't mutual." He sighed, turning to look over his shoulder. "What do you want?"

Itsuka Kendo's mood wasn't exactly improved by his dismissive response. And yet she wasn't done pushing her luck. "Not here. I wanna talk in private."

"And I wanna see you naked," he replied shamelessly with a shrug. "Reality is a cruel and unforgiving mistress, guess neither of us is getting what we want."

He left her behind, or at least made a token effort to do so. However, the irate redhead caught up with him outside of the building. "You! Do you have to be such a... A bastard about this?!"

"Half the ability to piss people off by saying rude things is the ability to sell it," the uncaring student informed her helpfully. "You can't. Have you ever called someone a bastard in your life?"

"That's not the point!"

"I don't care what the point is," he replied as he continued walking. "Hell, the last time we spoke you made it pretty clear you want me to butt out of your class's affairs, let the whiny bitch alone to be a whiny bitch and all that."

"I want you to apologise to him!" Kendo said, attempting to be firm. Failing for how doggedly she had to chase him just to be heard.

"Pretty sure we did this dance about how cruel reality is. Unless you're willing to consider the seeing you naked thing. I'm open to bribery."

"What does Momo even see in you?"

The young man stopped walking. Out of irritation and offense, sure. But also out of genuine curiosity as he turned around to ask. "Are you interested in her?"

"What?!"

The blush was pretty. And amusing. "Because I'm not opposed, you know. She can see other people, well, other women. I'm selfless like that."

"You're a pig."

"Correct." He confirmed it without any shame whatsoever. Like he said, she was right. "My ethics are a little off, but I figure so long as everyone's happy then there's no problem. Definitely not enough of one for me to care about criticism from someone not involved." He folded his arms over his chest. "I don't like you because you're all judgemental about me, and about Momo. Who by the way is one of the nicest and most kindhearted people I know and doesn't need someone giving her grief. And also because I refuse to tolerate the absolute trash fire of a human being that is your classmate."

"Coming from you–"

"Yes, coming from me," he agreed, cutting her off. "We agree I'm a bastard. That I can talk shit about Monoma and still have the moral high ground should tell you something." Really, the Monoma thing was way below the Momo thing for reasons to dislike this girl, but, "You want me to apologise? Not happening. Your guy wants to talk shit, he gets consequences. He has a problem with me, we can have it out. Wait." That was the sensible thing to do. If Monoma had a problem, Saiki was sure the idiot would be right in his face talking shit at the first opportunity. "You're doing this on your own. He doesn't know about it."

"Of course I am!" she snapped. "I'm trying to make sure everyone can still get along! Then you come in like a wrecking ball to make a mess of everything! Now my class is even more divided than ever, half of them thinking Monoma is right and hating your class more, the other half agreeing with you and giving him grief!"

"And naturally that's a problem for you because you're their class rep. They're at each other's throats, that's your problem to solve. Well, I say your problem, you're keen to make it my problem."

"It is your problem! You're the reason for all of it!" she complained at him with a jabbing finger pointed in accusation that was suddenly twice the size of his head.

Saiki shook his head. "No, that would still be Monoma. Look," he said with a sigh, "I get it. I do. I'm sure he's got a real sad backstory and reason for being the way he is. I bet a bunch of people gave him shit for his quirk, or people looking down on him or something and trust me," he continued firmly, "I can relate. But there's two things you need to remember. First, that doesn't give him the right to drag other people down to make himself feel big. I can relate on that too and it made me a piece of shit." He never dragged people down, but he sure jerked himself off over how superior he was to other people. And to call that better was barely more than semantics.

"Second..." He paused, looking at her more seriously and recognising the furious expression. Even if she was being the polite girl she evidently was and therefore waiting for him to finish. "I'm going to need you to actually listen to this part and not just ignore it because you're angry, because this is me giving some real advice. What you're doing right now? Is the worst possible thing you could try to do in this situation."

"And I'm supposed to believe you when all you've done is be rude, dismissive, sexist, demeaning and crass."

He sighed again. "Hi, I'm Saiki Saisei," he reintroduced himself. "The guy who has had people looking at him the way you are since he was old enough to recognise disgust. Tell me something. Monoma's got an inferiority complex. He needs to prove he's better than everyone, maybe because people looked down on him. How much do you think he'll appreciate good old big sis Kendo coming along to fight his battles for him because he's too weak and pathetic to do it himself?"

"That's not what I'm doing!" she tried to defend.

"Well... I mean, you are. That's literally what you're doing. Maybe not for those reasons, but that's what he'll think." He took a step toward her, not threateningly, but to indicate he was engaging with her willingly, instead of saying what he needed to for the sake of getting her to go away. "You want to know why I felt like I had to put him in his place? Because he's like a shitty mirror. Like if I didn't have the resolve I do." Or maybe if he didn't have a quirk that turned his hatred of his own weakness directly into power. "Even if I agreed to apologise, the fact that you made it happen would leave him resenting you more than me."

"So don't tell him I was involved!"

A harsh and frustrated breath. "You're not listening. Best case? He ends up right back where he was before, thinking he can get away with running his mouth, and I have to shut it again. And I will." Saiki felt he needed to make that clear. He wasn't going to back down on that point. "You want to be his minder for the rest of your time at school, checking his ego? Or do you want to actually do something about the problem?"

"And I bet you have ideas on how to do that too."

"... Not really." The admission clearly irritated her, but that also wasn't his problem. "Hey, I got abducted by villains as just one in a string of reality checks. You think I know how other people can get over feeling like pathetic waste of space trash? I barely even know the guy." Settling hands on her shoulders, he smiled at her scowl. "You? You actually give a shit about him for some reason. So try to see where he's coming from and talk to him. It'll work out better than some empty apology by a guy who clearly isn't feeling it."

She shoved his hands off her with the back of enormous hands, whirling on a heel and storming away.

"So is that a rain check on the naked thing?!" he called after her. To no response. With a disinterested shrug, Saiki turned around and went right back to making his way to the dorm.

"Saiki!" He closed his eyes. He just wanted to get out of his damn uniform! Turning around, his mild frustration leaked out of him when he saw the call came from a worried Momo. A worried Momo who stopped in his personal space, looking up at him with a concerned and pleading expression. "You don't have to worry! Whatever Kendo said, I promise I'm not going to leave you! I don't want to!"

"... What?"

"Ah... Ah..." His lover tried to speak as she visibly tried to parse his confusion. "You were speaking to her, so I thought she was–"

"She wanted you to break up with me?"

"I... We had an argument about it a few days ago. But I said no and, may have said some hurtful things that were unbecoming," Momo admitted, looking away. "But I couldn't let what she said about you go unchallenged!"

"... Oh." Was it odd that he felt somewhat hurt by that knowledge? He hadn't exactly endeared himself to Kendo even before today, but to go that far. And then demand his help afterward... "That's okay Momo," he said while forcing a smile onto his face. "The cafeteria should be open. Want to eat together?"

"I'd like that!" she agreed quickly.

All thoughts of getting out of his uniform fled. Suddenly that wasn't the kind of comfort he needed. Spending time with the girl who, for whatever reason, accepted him and all of his many faults was what he needed. "Thank you," he told her, his arm wrapped around her as they walked. "For what you said to her. I don't know what it was but to know someone is willing to stand by me like that... It means a lot."

"I wish I didn't have to," she admitted. And while it probably wasn't meant as a dig at his behaviour, he took it as one. "But I will. Every time." She looked up at him. "So what were you talking about with her?"

"... It's not important." That was what he decided about the whole situation. In hindsight, he felt like he was more considerate and helpful than Kendo deserved, but that was probably his hurt feelings talking. He made a problem worsen faster than it would have otherwise, and he gave his best shot at a way to fix it. If he owed the redhead anything, a significant 'if', he would consider it repaid.

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As the blue-haired dragonfly hero made his way from the Jonosu train station, he walked with a swagger in his step. Asshole students weren't going to keep him down for long. People treating him like shit, using him while going behind his back? That was old hat for him. He didn't need to dwell on it any more than he already had. It was Sunday Bunday! Time to relax and work out some frustrations on some hot, tight rabbit hero pussy. And also that apprenticeship stuff.

He hit the buzzer and smirked as Mirko didn't miss a beat in unlocking the door for him. Entering her home and office, he quickly found his way down to the bunker, discarding his clothing piece by piece as he made his way down. The two of them had long since learned Mirko's bedroom was a poor choice for their weekly rutting. For one thing, they were both forceful people. It was a miracle the bed didn't break that first time but it sure did the second. And for another, Saiki came like a firehose at his best, which he always was. The bunker was easier to clean.

He found his happy hoppy bunny slut exactly where he expected to, standing there in the ring with a cocked hip and a hungry smirk on her face. "Someone's feeling themselves."

"Back at you," he replied, dropping his pants and letting his wings out to fly out of them while hopping over to his bunny bitch. "You look like you think you'll be on top this time."

"I don't need to think," she answered, kicking herself toward him with her powerful legs. The quick movement launched herself into the air to tackle him out of it. Her thighs wrapping around his head as she drove him to the ground. Saiki's wings retracted, the dragonfly having expected the move enough to prepare for it. He let himself fall. Rolled with the momentum to deny her the easy victory, slamming her onto her back. His head was still trapped between her legs but he had been in this position many times before. Her leg strength still well surpassed his but she had expended that weapon already. She couldn't do much with her legs without letting him go. So his arms were left completely free to take control in his own way. Spanking her thick cheeks and mercilessly fingerfucking her asshole.

"You're getting predictable!" Mirko taunted, squeezing with her thighs. Forcing him deeper in to inhale the scent of her wet pussy. "You kept playing with my ass to get out of this I've gotten used to it!"

Well, he could have slammed her into every hard surface in the room instead, but that was a pretty rude opening move. What he needed was enough strength or force to part her legs. Used to it or not, she was still affected by his rough treatment of her. What he needed was leverage. She was giving him the initiative to make the next move. So he flew them both over to the exercise equipment. Gave her no choice but to get her leg hooked on something or let him go. Then kicked, used his wings for more force and pried one of her legs away to get his head free from her pussy. The sheen of her juices marked his smiling face.

Next.

Once again he dropped her down onto her back and rolled her up to rest on her shoulders. The best position for putting an uppity rabbit bitch in her place. Or not, as she took the opportunity to kick her heels into his back over and over again as he plunged his cock down into her pussy. "Just lie there and take it, slut! You know you love it!"

"Yeah I do!" she happily confirmed, still kicking him. "You got a good cock for a pissant little bitch hero wannabe!"

"Aw, you're so sweet!" Swiping a finger down his sticky face, Saiki pushed down to put that finger between her lips to make her taste her own juices. "See?"

"I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"And I'm gonna fuck yours."

The fight, the foreplay to the real main event continued on for quite a while longer. Mirko reversing the position to let her ride Saiki's cock at her own pace. Saiki trying the same flight manoeuvre that got him the win last time only for her to happily roll and let him take the impact. Taking her on a crash course through her own training room to slam her face into the equipment. Dazing her enough to pin her down and fuck her. For about twelve seconds, before she kicked him in the gut with enough force to knock him away. On and on, back and forth.

Until finally, there was a clear winner. An ornery rabbit trapped in a tangle of workout equipment that she couldn't escape in a cavalier manner. Moving the wrong piece at the wrong time would likely leave her in a worse and more dangerous predicament, or possibly break some very expensive equipment.

"Fine, you got me," she admitted, her arms trapped under weights meant for her leg training. Her legs trapped in an awkward position in a weight stand. She could escape, but it would have to be slow and careful, else potentially dangerous and destructive things might happen. "Now fuck me already."

"Say you're my bitch," he insisted with a grin, slapping his cock against her face.

"You're such a little shit."

"It's what you love about me," he teased, smearing precum under her twitching nose. "Say it."

A sigh. "I'm your bitch. I need your fat dick in my holes, yadda yadda, fuck me alread-mph!" Her complaints were swiftly ended as her former student's 'fat dick' was suddenly in her mouth and beginning to slip into her throat. Saiki taking the comfortable position to throatfuck the top ten hero as he had many times before.

It was strange. Usually the fight lasted longer than this. But he wasn't going to look a gift rabbit bitch in the mouth. After all, it was too full of cock to see much of anything at that moment. He enjoyed her capable and even enthusiastic sucking as he fed her his dick, taking the rare opportunity to be fully on top. He fully expected she would turn this around the moment he tried to get her in a more comfortable position for taking her sweet and tight pussy for a turn.

Sure enough, she let him feed her a dollop of cum, then another. Then the moment he came around to the other end, her body shifted just so. One leg freed, she swept his out from under him, taking him down to the ground and mounting his cock.

"Fuck yeah," she sighed, slamming herself down to take his entire length in one movement. "Don't get too full of yourself," she taunted. "Thought I'd offer a little give and take for our last hurrah."

"Our last what?" Whether too confused, or satisfied for getting the first win, he didn't make more than a token effort to unseat her as she rode him. Her firm tits and muscular and round ass jiggling with her bouncing.

"Yeah, my mating season is almost over. It's been fun. Might even take it up again next year. But, I won't really need my little hero wannabe meat dildo anymore."

"Mating season?"

She looked down at him in confusion as their bodies slapped together. Her vigorous riding not slowing in the slightest for the sake of conversation. "Ha... Haha! Wait, you didn't know?!" Mirko asked, incredulous. "I thought you were just being a little shit, taking advantage of it."

He smacked her ass. "Taking advantage of what?"

"Part of my quirk," she sighed. "Rabbit, remember? Mating season is March to September. Makes me super horny if I don't take shit to suppress it. But, if I get too aroused the normal way it's still way worse than for normal people." Giving his face a quick and condescending slap, she continued. "In comes you, getting the shit kicked out of you and asking for seconds. Strong and driven. I wanted to fuck you through a wall." Her riding became more vigorous as if to reinforce her words. "Then you spied on me fingerfucking myself and I figured, 'Oh, he must've figured it out. Well, nothing for it.' But you didn't know at all!" The rabbit hero laughed, loud and free. "Pretty funny now that I think about it!"

"Wait, so we're not doing this again?"

Mirko shrugged. "Eh, who knows? I won't need a dose of cocky asshole dick, but maybe I'll look you up for a booty call."

"Huh." That was disappointing. Weirdly enough, even on top of just generally great raw and uncompromising animalistic fucking... Coming here every week was actually pretty good training. Well, "Nothing for it then," he decided, grabbing her hips and fucking himself up into her, matching her movements. "If this does end up being the last time, I should make sure you remember to come crawling back next year."

"Crawling back huh?" she asked, leaning down to put her face close to his. Her hips rolling back and forth.

"On hands and knees. Begging like the slut bitch you are."

"Ha... Show me what you got then if you think you– Ah, fuck!"

For hours. Hours upon hours, their bodies slammed together in a vicious, animal mating. Former student's cock slamming into the rabbit hero's thirsty hole until it got a dose of the virile cum that it craved. Then again. And again. Her cunt turned into a sopping mess of white. Before they progressed to filling her slut bunny ass while Saiki pulled her little cotton tail. Her bowels flooded while he spanked her chocolate ass raw. More force feedings of the salty sweet treat into her hungry gullet as she fingered cum-soaked cunt, before that hole once again found itself filled.

The sun rose high in the sky, then began and completed its descent before the two of them were finished. Not for being sated. But for Saiki making curfew.

In the end, he was so invested in making Mirko cum her brains out, he almost entirely forgot half the reason he came to her house. "Hey, so, the school have this work-study program–"

"One time deal," the rabbit hero sighed, lying in a puddle of their combined fluids, head resting in her hands. "Your internship was a special case because you were such a pathetic sack of shit. I don't do teams and I don't do teaching."

The hero student frowned. She said that back then too. But, "You're lying."

Another sigh. Less satisfied, more annoyed but too blissed out to get mad. "Come again?"

"You kept saying I was pathetic. And yeah, I get it. But... You wouldn't have cared that I was pathetic unless you saw potential, right? Unless you thought I could be more than I was." He was being vulnerable around her. That went completely against their whole vibe. But he couldn't leave it unsaid. "I'm glad you were right. I learned a lot from you."

"Reading a lot into things, kid."

That wasn't a denial. "I want to keep growing. Keep improving. Keep building on what you taught me. I know you don't want to do that kind of thing, but maybe you know some other agencies that take on apprentices."

"Can't even let me bask in the afterglow..." the rabbit grumbled, sitting up, turning to face him with spread legs. Uncaring for showing off her raw and twitching orifices. She looked at him, sighed again, and looked away. "I might know a couple."

"Then–!"

"I can put in a good word," the pro interrupted. "That's the best I can do. Maybe it gets you a foot in the door. That's the best I got."

"Thanks."

His less than willing mentor looked at him again, and laughed. "Pffhaaha..."

"What's funny?"

"You thought," she said, stumbling through further laughter, "You actually thought I was just that naturally horny for your dick that we fucked for three days straight! Three days! Pffhahahaha, ahahahaha! You fuckin' dumbass!"

"Laugh it up, slut. March is just around the corner."

"Yeah? I'll be waiting."

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