𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ⋆₊ ❀ ¸࿐
❛ ─── 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family by becoming a hero. To fulfill her dream, Sana will have to face off agains...
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Apparently, Mirko wanting to fight you should be considered a compliment, like how Eijiro calls people he admires manly. It meant she viewed you as a strong, worthy opponent.
"I'm... flattered?" Sana had responded with a confused smile.
"You have until the end of the week to put me on my ass, newbie. Don't hold back... because I sure as Hell won't." Until the time came for their medieval dual to the death, they would spar and train together in Best Jeanist's state of the art gym.
After that bizarre declaration, Sana knew that there wouldn't be any dull moments while interning with Mirko. And she'd be correct. That same day, Mirko taunted a group of gangsters into taking her on while Sana kept the civilians at a safe distance. When the police arrived on the scene minutes later, the five burly men were laying in an unconscious pile at Mirko's feet.
The rabbit hero was a powerhouse in her own right. Her quirk wasn't necessarily flashy or powerful, but the level of technique and discipline she'd instilled in her body was truly a sight to behold. Her stats were straight out of a video game. She trusted her body to know exactly what to do at any given moment. She didn't need to think about her next move because she was already two steps ahead of her enemy. Sana was both impressed and jealous of her self-control.
As they walked back towards their hotel, Sana felt herself internally fangirling over the incredible display of strength she'd just witnessed. "I don't know what I want more now: to be you or be with you."
Mirko threw her head back, her white teeth glinting in the afternoon sun as she cackled. "I like you, newbie. You're waaay more fun than that stupid chicken."
Sana arched a brow. "Are you talking about Hawks?" She guffawed. "But he seems so cool during his interviews."
Mirko waved her hand dismissively. "Trust me, kid. There's a reason those things are scripted. The guy is a total doofus."
"Yeah, I have a few of those myself."
"Oh, honey, I know." They were nearly at the agency doors. "I met him, remember?" The two females giggled, hearing Katsuki's voice shouting insults. They turned to find him frightening a group of kids to tears. Meanwhile, Best Jeanist stood a few feet behind him pinching the bridge of his nose as though he felt a migraine coming on. Sana understood his pain. She'd experienced plenty of those when she'd first been introduced to Katsuki.
"Ah, there he is now. Speak of the devil, huh?" Mirko nudged the younger girl's arm. "C'mon, we did great today. What do you say we ditch these guys for some yakisoba? We could even grab some gyoza on the way since you mentioned you were craving them..." She leaned in with a smirk.
