Chapter 40

Without waiting for anyone to respond, the bunny-eared woman, Mirko, focused her gaze on Izuku, asking, "So, you're the brat who wants to be my intern?"

Recovering from his stupor, Izuku became serious, answering, "Yes." in a firm tone.

Crossing her arms and nodding, Mirko left Izuku at a momentary loss as she asked, "You wearing anything under those pants?"

Before Izuku could respond, Nezu interjected, stating, "Miss Mirko, please do not sexually harass my students. Even if you simply wish to check the muscle definition of his legs, now is neither the time nor the place for you to do so."

Clicking her tongue, Mirko asked, "What's the problem?" before giving her muscular thigh a slap, adding, "Female Heroes are pretty much expected to show off our legs, not to mention our other assets. I just want to see if he's worth the time I'll have to spend away from defeating villains. I don't have time to babysit a brat."

Preempting Nezu's response, Izuku surprised the mouse-like Principal and Toshinori alike by unfastening his belt and promptly dropping his trousers. His primary focus during his training was running, core, and leg exercises, so he was confident in their definition and tone.

Adopting her characteristically predatory grin, Mirko mused, "Oh? You're a bold one, aren't you? Now, flex! I want to see those quads on the verge of bursting...!"

Before complying with Mirko's demands, Izuku turned to Nezu, smiling wryly as he said, "Sorry if I damage your office..." before channeling the power of One-for-All into his legs. He was pretty sure Mirko was trying to get a feel for his power, so he settled for a multiplier he could hold for a few seconds, amplifying his physical attributes by 200x as he flexed the muscles in his thighs.

Though the definition of Izuku's thighs wasn't lacking before, their size increased quite a bit. More impressively, a discernible shockwave spread through the room, creating a wind pressure that smacked Mirko's smiling face while simultaneously snapping the elastic bands of his boxer briefs' leg holes.

Not light with her praise, Mirko candidly remarked, "You've got some juicy thighs, kiddo. Like something straight out of a two-piece meal. But check these puppies out...!"

Striking a pose like a bodybuilder, hands behind her head and abdominal muscles on full display, Mirko flexed her thighs to their limits, producing a shockwave of her own as her already meaty altars inflated by nearly thirty percent their original size.

("Holy shit...") though Izuku, his eyes wide and visibly bulging from their sockets.

Seemingly satisfied with Izuku's response, Mirko gave a prideful 'hmph' before adopting a more relaxed posture, arms crossed and chest slightly puffed out as she stated, "You still have a long way to go. Though, since you're a guy, I suppose that's your limit. Any bigger, and you'll crush your balls and have to deal with chafing."

Inserting himself back into the conversation, Nezu's expression and tone were chastising as he muttered, "Miss Mirko..." in a warning tone.

Waving her hand dismissively, Mirko replied, "Yeah, yeah, I know." Then, focusing her gaze on Izuku, she added, "You show promise, kid. You don't strike me as one of those wannabe Heroes who can't accomplish anything without boring strategies or greater numbers. A bonafide power-type that overwhelms his enemies with raw, unadulterated strength...!"

Without giving Izuku a chance to respond, Mirko nodded, seemingly in response to her own assertion, before adding, "I've made up my mind! If it's just a week, I don't mind showing you the ropes and teaching you how a Solo Hero performs their duties. Once your internships start, head over to Okunoshima, the island East of Hiroshima and North of Omishima. You can get there via ferry, swimming, or, if you're really hot shit, leaping over to it directly. I don't bother keeping track of dates and stuff, so just walk around the forest or busy yourself with training. I'll eventually notice you."

Finished with what she had to say, Mirko turned away, quipping, "See you when I see you, chicken legs," as she sauntered out of the room. Izuku's eyes nearly lowered to take in her half-exposed, exceptionally toned ass cheeks, but having snuck a peek at Mirko's status, he figured it probably wasn't the wisest idea...

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Name: [Rumi Usagiyama]

Quirk: Rabbit

Current Level: 83

Effective Level: 219

[Attributes]

Strength: 388

Agility: 442

Vitality: 647

Intelligence: 39

Dexterity: 460

Luck: 219

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Though Mirko was as dumb as a brick, her Level and physical attributes were among the highest Izuku had seen. However, as her Quirk, Rabbit, was a Mutation-type, he wasn't too surprised. Such quirks impacted the physical appearance, physique, and, in many cases, the personalities of those who possessed them. The latter was especially true for those with Quirks related to animals, as they often inherited the habits and 'instincts' of the animals they represented.

As he was focused on the information about Mirko's Rabbit Quirk, Izuku didn't hear the Principal calling out to him until Toshinori placed a hand on his shoulder, saying, "You should probably pull up your trousers..." with an awkward smile on his face...

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With one of Nezu's 'surprises' being that they had already contacted his mother and had a professional moving company relocate all their stuff, Izuku made his way to what would be his new abode, presumably until the dorms were built.

Staring up at the modern, two-story villa the school and prepared for him and his mother, Izuku couldn't help thinking, ("That beautiful little chimera is way too awesome...")

Though the outside was somewhat spartan, having white walls, dark grey windows, and a shingled roof, Izuku could easily imagine the house going for ¥400-500 million based on his market research. The total flooring area came out to around 340 square meters, but if he included the garage-like workshop Nezu had prepared for him, it was closer to 400.

Resisting the urge to check out the workshop immediately, Izuku pressed his hand to the biometric scanner next to the front door. UA recorded the biometric data of each of its students, for a variety of reasons, so Izuku's profile was already saved to the house's state-of-the-art security system. Thus, after a second or two had passed, Izuku's excellent hearing let him pick up on a series of mechanical clicks, followed by the front door sliding open with a hissing sound. When he inspected the door's profile, it was at least 8cm thick and had at least six layers. Also, much like a vault, instead of a simple latch, it had several thick bars that protruded from the top and bottom of the door, fixing it in place when closed.

Before Izuku could finish investigating the building's security, the sound of someone running reached his ears, followed by his mother flying down the stairs, shouting, "Izuku-chan! Look at our new home...!" with tears and a bit of snot streaming down her face.

After Izuku's 'rejection,' the effort Inko put into her yoga and calisthenics had diminished. She still exercised for around twenty minutes each day, but she had become noticeably plumper, particularly around her ass and thighs. It was impossible to call her fat. Rather, as she snuggled against him and gave him a big hug, Izuku was briefly reminded of Toru...

Suppressing that notion before an accident could occur, Izuku returned his mother's embrace, giving her a firm squeeze and patting her back a few times before loosening his hold. She continued embracing him for a while longer, but after calming down, she abruptly became excited before dragging him around for a house tour. This included a large living room, a restaurant-quality kitchen, a small laundry room, an onsen-like bath, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a loft, an in-ground pantry that led to a panic room, and, of course, Izuku's private workshop, rigged with enough state-of-the-art equipment that Mei would probably try to sneak her name into the Midoriya Family register...

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With school being closed the day after the Sports Festival, Izuku had nothing to do but lounge about. Nezu had given him a glimpse of the funds he had access to, assets exceeding ten-trillion Yen, so he no longer had any need to earn money. Rather, if his net worth were made public, he would be one of the richest people in the world. Ten trillion Yen was equivalent to seventy-seven billion USD, so unless he began spending like a madman or made some extremely terrible investments, he couldn't even put a dent in the interest he was collecting...

As Izuku was pondering making a few anonymous donations to some in-need charities, his phone vibrated. This was fairly normal, but the moment he heard it, Izuku's eyes widened as he leaped from his bed, grabbing his phone and checking it within three seconds.

Seeing several messages asking where he was, a wry smile developed across Izuku's face as he remembered his promise to celebrate with his classmates. The various surprises Nezu had given him the day before, not to mention his very peculiar meeting with Mirko, had caused him to forget. However, before hopping in the shower, washing up, and getting dressed, Izuku's eyes gleamed as he noticed the DMs from Toru, complete with a little paper clip icon that denoted she had sent him an attachment.

Feeling a knot form in his throat, Izuku swallowed it down before opening the message with a fair amount of expectation. To his surprise, instead of an image, the attached file had an MP4 extension. In other words, it was a video...

Staring intently at his screen, Izuku scanned his fingerprint and waited for the video to load. Once it had, the familiar sight of Toru's pink room came into view, specifically focused on her bed. More noticeable, however, was the lingerie floating atop it, an incredibly racy set of white lace that looked like something a girl would wear during their honeymoon, complete with a garter belt and stockings to highlight Toru's legs.

"Are you watching this, Izuku?" asked the Toru from the video, prompting Izuku to lower the volume of his phone as a precaution.

"My body has been burning up since this afternoon..." explained Toru, adding, "It's embarrassing to admit, but I regret not taking things further. That's why I've decided to start a new training regimen. Would you like to see how far I've come...?"

Since Izuku obviously couldn't answer her, Toru sat up, placing her phone on a stabilizer at the edge of her bed. Then, with her legs spread in an M-pose, the outline of a hand entered her panties, seemingly trying to get at something rather than simply touching herself.

Just as Izuku's curiosity peaked, Toru pulled out something clear from her panties, holding it up to reveal a small, crystal-clear dildo with a T-shaped stopper.

"It's a bit small," remarked Toru, her voice exuding a sonorous undertone. "But I don't want to risk damaging something that ought to be torn by the boy I like..."

Though it was difficult to determine exactly what she was doing, Izuku imagined Toru had brought the dildo up to her lips as the top half abruptly disappeared. When it reappeared a few seconds later, accompanied by a loud 'pop,' Toru seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, "If you're not busy right now, I could sneak out or tell my parents I'm going to meet up with some friends from school...then, instead of practicing on my own, we could 'train' together..."

Pausing the video to check when Toru had sent it, an exasperated sigh emanated from Izuku's throat when he noticed it was from the previous afternoon, particularly around the time he was speaking with Nezu and Toshinori. Fortunately, before he could lament the missed opportunity too much, Izuku noticed Toru's most recent test, stating, 'If you have nothing going on after the party, want to rent a karaoke booth? I've been meaning to show you the full range of my vocal cords. I'm really good at hitting the high notes.'

"This little minx..." muttered Izuku, even as his fingers rapidly typed his response. It would depend on when the party ended, but if it were still early enough in the evening, he wouldn't mind accompanying her for a few hours. Not in the slightest...

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(A/N: Chicken legs xD...)