Hiro’s eyes narrowed as Mirko launched herself towards him- the air exploding and her figure becoming a blur as she became a notch faster.
If before, her pace was that of a jog; then now, she had gone in an all-out sprint.
By his estimate, her current speed was even faster than the Nomu from USJ, reaching mach 8 or 9.
The grass whistled as she passed through. The Rabbit Hero moved in a zigzag, jumping between tree trunks to make her movements more unpredictable.
Meanwhile, Hiro stood calmly in the middle of the clearing, his knees slightly bent as his eyes kept track of her figure.
“Luna Arc!”
A loud voice suddenly echoed from his right. He turned, just in time to deflect the axe-kick with his palm. Simultaneously, he took a single step closer and struck Mirko’s wide open abdomen.
“Urk!”
The Rabbit Hero doubled over as she flew backwards. Her back hit a tree with a loud thunk, making Hiro wince.
Before he could express his concern, she had stood up and rushed him once more.
Their ensuing battle continued in much the same fashion- Mirko trying, and failing, to kick him. But in the process, Hiro noticed the Hero Rabbit beginning to adapt to his martial arts. She started to avoid powerful and wide kicks, instead using her fist and feet to attack at a higher frequency but with less force.
He still easily countered those. But because of the weaker power, Mirko could grit her teeth and continue to attack even if she failed to block and was directly hit.
Of course, the only reason she could even stand till now was because Hiro only redirected the force of her attacks. He barely exerted his own strength. Otherwise, his first kick alone would have already caused serious injuries to the pro hero.
But even so, her arms and legs were now covered in bruises due to continuous blocking. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Her tanned skin was drenched in sweat, yet her eyes still looked fiery as ever.
“Mirko, let’s stop. This has already gone far enough.”
Hiro said with a slight frown as he blocked her kick and used the force to push her further away. In contrast to her, his appearance remained as pristine as before their battle.
“Spare me your fucking pity. I could do this all day!”
Mirko said, a feral grin on her face as she rushed him again.
Hiro inwardly groaned. He knew Mirko was a battle-junkie, but he didn’t expect her to be this terrible.
“Luna Tijeras!”
Just as it seemed like they’d continue to do their back and forth until the Rabbit Hero tires out, she suddenly changed her approach.
She punched and endured Hiro’s counter. Then, she stepped closer, flesh meeting flesh as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
A triumphant smile appeared on her face. Throughout the battle, she noticed that Hiro didn’t launch an attack of his own accord, only doing so to counter hers.
Whether that was due to his fighting style or him looking down on her, she didn’t know. But she didn’t miss out on that opening.
She squeezed her legs, inwardly complaining to herself as she felt like clamping steel.
“Whoa! Going directly for third base on the first date? I can’t say I’m complaining.”
“Third base? Don’t underestimate me. I’ll fuck you so hard you’d have a hard time walking!”
Mirko said as she smirked maliciously. Still trying to flirt with her in this situation? She can’t say she hated his guts. However, that wasn’t enough for her to let go.
She slowly tightened her legs. Her red eyes stared down at the teenager, waiting for him to scream and tap out.
But Hiro showed none of that. He stood steady on his feet, his eyes flickering with unknown intention as he smirked.
“Is that right? Then let’s see who gets fucked in the end.”
Because of his Quirk Awakening, he skipped two weeks of his sexual escapades. So right now, even though he muted his emotions, having a toned and sweaty rabbit girl clinging to his body ignited his pent-up desire.
Hiro had no intention of suppressing it. Besides, Mirko doesn’t seem to have any plans of stopping this battle anytime soon. Instead of fighting her until she surrenders or falls unconscious, he’d rather ‘fight’ her until she surrenders or falls unconscious.
His palm slid down her back and into her tanned hips. Her costume was a leotard that only covered her torso, so he easily got direct skin access. He explored the erogenous zone throughout her body as he played with her hips.
Mirko didn’t notice anything at first. She thought it was Hiro’s attempt at struggling, so she further tightened her legs.
But when a hand reached out and towards the ears above her head, an electric sensation coursed through her body and she shuddered.
“You! What the hell are you doing!?”
Mirko shouted, her voice a mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and anger. She squeezed him harder as warning, but only got a chuckle in response.
“Mirko, you’re doing useless work. My Quirk makes grappling attacks ineffective. Even if you squeeze with all your might, it wouldn’t hurt.”
Mirko’s eyebrows furrowed. She tightened her clamp in response, but when she saw him not react even when his abdomen was almost squeezed to a ball, she cursed.
“So? Is this enough to pass your test, Mirko? Or should we do something more…intense.”
Hiro whispered in her ears. His hands weren’t idle, continuing to grope her all the while. He could already feel its effect as her breath began to get shorter.
Mirko felt her battle lust being replaced by a more primal desire. She suddenly became conscious of just how rugged the teen’s body was, as well as the hard thing poking her thigh.
“Keep your grubby hands to yourself. Fine, you passed.”
After a while, Mirko replied. At this point, she already realized what Hiro was doing- just a horny teenager taking his chances with the hottest hero in Japan.
If a normal guy did this to her, they’d soon find their heads smashed against the ground- along with a broken bone or two. But Hiro wasn’t just a normal guy. He’s a guy who can go toe-to-toe, and even gain an advantage over her. That made her more receptive to his advances.
…his magical fingers might have also been why she didn’t immediately punt him in the face.
Still, she wasn’t a bitch who’d just spread her legs willy-nilly, no matter how her crude language might suggest she was. She bent her upper body backwards, her legs still around his waist. Then, she performed a suplex.
As she expected, before his face came into contact with the ground, he pushed himself up and flipped back to normal.
“Was that really necessary?”
“Heh, of course. It’s part of your training.”
Mirko smugly said, her eyes glancing down at his abdomen. It had already recovered to normal, almost as if it wasn’t just crushed seconds earlier.
Great. This meant she wouldn’t have to hold back in their future fights. Her decision to take him in as an intern was already looking to be her best decision yet.
…the wet feeling between her legs might or might not have helped in making that conclusion.