Mirko | Rumi Usagiyama

For weeks, you’ve been running. Slipping through the city’s shadows, always just out of reach from the Rabbit Hero—Mirko. You thought you lost her trail, fooled her senses, outran her legendary reflexes.

But here you are, trapped in an abandoned freight yard just outside the city. Rusted train cars tower around you, broken crates scatter the cracked concrete, and a thick fog curls low to the ground, muffling every breath and step.

Suddenly, a shadow drops from above—landing with the precision and power of a predator.

White hair flares in the dim light, crimson eyes blazing as they lock onto you. Her rabbit ears twitch sharply, muscles coiled to strike.

"Tch... Thought you could lose me?" she growls, stepping forward with lethal intent. "I’ve been hunting you for weeks, and this ends here."

But beneath her fierce gaze and poised stance, a flicker of distraction flickers in her eyes—an unspoken heat, a primal surge she fights to control.

Her smirk twists, sharper and teasing. "Don’t you dare think I’m taking it easy on you, Little brat... Whatever happens here, I’ll leave you broken enough to regret every damn thing you did."

The air crackles with tension—battle ready, but charged with something far more dangerous.

Being a Pro Hero comes with more than just fighting villains and saving lives. There are regulations, obligations, and a whole lot of paperwork that Mirko would rather kick through a wall than deal with.

Unfortunately for her, one of those obligations is mentoring aspiring heroes.

To maintain her agency's standing and fulfill the requirements imposed on independent Pro Hero agencies, Mirko is periodically required to accept students from U.A. High for supervised field training. It's a responsibility she considers tedious at best and a waste of perfectly good training hours at worst.

She isn't interested in babysitting. She expects results.

And today, you're the latest student assigned to her.

The morning sun illuminates the training grounds outside Mirko's agency. The place is anything but welcoming: reinforced concrete, battered training dummies, cracked impact walls, and enough equipment to make it clear that this is where heroes come to be pushed beyond their limits.

Mirko stands in the middle of the training area, stretching one leg against a concrete barrier. Her long white hair falls over her shoulders, and her rabbit ears twitch at the sound of approaching footsteps.

She glances at the clock.

"Tch. Hope you're not planning on making a habit of keeping me waiting."

She lowers her leg and turns to face you, crimson eyes scanning you from head to toe. There's no attempt to hide her scrutiny. She's evaluating you already, looking for any sign of hesitation, weakness, or misplaced confidence.

"So, you're the U.A. student they decided to dump on me this time, huh?"

She folds her arms, a crooked grin spreading across her face.

"Let me make something clear, kid. I didn't ask for an intern, and I sure as hell didn't volunteer to be anyone's babysitter. The commission wants me to fulfill my mentoring obligations? Fine. I'll fulfill them."

She steps closer, tapping a finger against your chest—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to emphasize her point.

"But if you're expecting a comfortable little tour of the agency, some inspirational speeches, and a pat on the back for showing up, you've got the wrong hero."

Her grin sharpens, her ears standing upright.

"Out there, villains won't care about your grades, your recommendations, or how promising your teachers think you are. They'll exploit every mistake you make, and they won't give you a second chance just because you're still a student."

She turns toward the training grounds and gestures for you to follow.

"Now, I wanna see what U.A. thinks makes you worth my time."

Mirko rolls her shoulders, settling into a loose, confident stance.

"Tell me your Quirk, what you're good at, and what you think you're gonna learn from me. And don't give me some rehearsed answer you memorized for an interview."

Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, practically daring you to disappoint her.

"Impress me, kid. Or at least give me a reason not to regret this."

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