The Successor (My Hero Academia)

“Izuku Midoriya.”
 
Sauntering over to his desk, Mirko parks her toned ass on the desk in front of him, her large rabbit feet in the chair as she crosses her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow at him. Izuku is taken off guard for a moment, but thanks to his Quirks, he’s in complete control. That said, it wouldn’t do for him to come off as unflappable, and part of that control is the ability to come across like he’s a little flustered. Certainly, Mirko’s close proximity is reason enough to blush a little bit, right?
 
“Ma’am?”
 
Smiling at him, though it’s more like she’s baring her teeth, Mirko leans forward.
 
“You’re an interesting kid, Midoriya. I’m glad we postponed this little meeting until today. Gave me more time to look into you.”
 
Izuku doesn’t let his true feelings show on his face, but he does affect just the right amount of surprise, jolting slightly as he looks at his teacher with wide eyes that hide a calculating gaze. This wasn’t quite going as he expected it to. But maybe she was just building up to what she wanted from him? No, there was something else happening here…
 
“Look into me, ma’am?”
 
Lifting a hand, Mirko pretends to study her nails for a moment, trying to look all nonchalant and casual. It is, of course, a complete failure compared to what Izuku is doing right now, though whether she’s actually trying or not is a matter of debate.
 
“Sure. Fastest, strongest, toughest kid in my class. Did you think I wouldn’t? You broke records yesterday Midoriya, and you made it look easy. I was impressed, so I looked into you a bit more. Really weird, what I found.”
 
He could guess. His life story did look a little odd, to anyone who was looking into him but didn’t have the right information. Izuku had clearly underestimated Mirko a little bit. The Rabbit Hero hadn’t gotten to No. 6 Pro Hero by being JUST a brawler. She had to have some concept of investigative work to get as far as she did, and apparently by giving her time to do so, she’d had the opportunity to look into him. Hm.
 
Switching tacks, Izuku lowers his head, looking down shyly at his hands in his lap as he answers her quietly.
 
“You’re talking about my Late Bloomer Status.”
 
“Heh, yeah. Kid like you, gets diagnosed as Quirkless at a young age, lives your entire life being nothing special, and then suddenly… bam, Quirk. And you’re just effortlessly good with it, too? Doesn’t add up, does it?”
 
… Okay, he was having to rapidly reassess this situation. Luckily, he had a Quirk that let him do exactly that. It didn’t quite slow down time, but rather, sped up his thought processes to the point that the world might as well have slowed down around him. In that moment between seconds, Izuku processes everything that’s happened so far and came to one unfortunate conclusion.
 
He’d misread this whole situation with Mirko. Oh, not completely. There had to have been something of an attraction to him in there for him to latch onto in the first place. Still, it was a sign of his age, his youthful inexperience, that he hadn’t managed to look deeper. Mirko wasn’t just interested in him for his body, but something else as well. She was looking for someone and seemed to think that he matched the bill.
 
… She thought he had something to do with her job at UA, didn’t she? It’s a bit of a leap, but Izuku thinks he might be on to something all the same. With a veritable suite of Intelligence Quirks backing him up, he begins to fill in the gaps, putting the pieces together, even when some are still completely missing.
 
Whatever his father had done to put Mirko at UA, it wouldn’t have been by choice, would it? Based off of how Mirko had reacted when she’d been asked about the decision to teach in class and based off of this interaction now… Izuku could only imagine that someone somewhere, either his father working through an intermediary, or just pulling strings until someone in charge got involved, had strongarmed Mirko into the job.
 
Which… yeah, okay, so now things were starting to make more sense the longer he thought about them. Mirko the Rabbit Hero was only recently named the No. Six Pro Hero, only to then immediately go on sabbatical for this position at UA? There was no way that made sense under normal circumstances. But if she’d been forced here…
 
And of course, once Mirko was forced into this position, she wouldn’t do a terrible job, she had too much pride for that, but she might… she might catch on to the fact that she’d ultimately been tricked or hoodwinked or strongarmed, whichever it was, into working at UA. And if she didn’t know who or how or why she’d been put here, she would almost certainly begin seeking out answers.
 
How did that apply to him? Well, simple enough, wasn’t it? He’d done nothing BUT make waves since arriving at UA. Hell, even before UA, at the Recommendation Exam, he’d gave an amazing showing. Compare that to the public-facing Izuku of a year ago. Presumably Quirkless, with middling grades at best all through middle school.
 
He wasn’t anyone special before, just like Mirko said. From what little digging she must have done; he would have come up as quite the anomaly. He was basically a kid who had gone from average to extraordinary in less than a year and was acting like it was no big deal. Yeah, he could definitely see her interest in him now.
 
… Shit, he was kind of glad he hadn’t just propositioned her as his first instinct had been. If he’d tried to take charge and fuck her in this position, when she was clearly suspicious of him, that would not have worked out well in his favor, he didn’t think. Mirko DID feel some level of base attraction for him, Izuku didn’t think he was wrong about that, but it had effectively hidden the other reasons for her interest in him until now.
 
The only question was, how did he want to play this? He needed to think on his feet here. The Quirk he was using didn’t give him forever, it just gave him several minutes of thinking time per second of real time that passed. Very useful of course, but only if he didn’t get stuck in some sort of mental loop, going in circles and not able to find a real solution.
 
Mirko was suspicious of him, and rightfully so. There were holes in his story, holes that only certain people could fill. Perhaps that was the solution then. If he pointed her in the right direction, then she would probably leave him alone. If he acted like the kid he was supposed to be, like he was out of his depth facing down the No. Six Pro Hero, then she would probably buy it, hook, line, and sinker.
 
He didn’t like the idea of… hiding behind others. Sure, that was what his father had done in a broad sense, but it wasn’t what Izuku wanted to be. In this case though, if he just shut down Mirko’s attempts at getting answers, she would realize he was of even greater importance than she first realized, and then they’d have some sort of adversarial relationship, probably.
 
She might even decide that he was the reason she was here at UA after all, and not only that, but that he was the one behind it, somehow. The first part was true, while the second part was wrong, but it wasn’t THAT much of a leap from part one to part two if he just let it fester. There were body snatching villains out there after all. His display of extreme competence at UA so far, up against his track record of average from his middle school days, might make Mirko think he was a villain to be ‘handled’ in her own way, or something.
 
No, in the end, passing the buck off to the easiest scapegoat was his best bet here. And amusingly, Izuku knew that his father would approve. He would approve wholeheartedly.
 
Deactivating the Quirk that lets his thought processes speed up, lest it give him a headache from overuse, Izuku flicks his eyes up to Mirko for half a second and then back down again, acting the part of a kid in over his head.
 
“I… um, I’m not supposed to talk about it, ma’am.”
 
The trick is to avoid letting on that he knows she thinks he had something to do with getting her here in the first place. The trick is to turn her anger and frustration, whatever is there, towards people other than himself. And though his eyes are down, Izuku doesn’t miss the way Mirko perks up, her fluffy bunny ears twitching in excitement.
 
“Oh? But there IS something to talk about. C’mon, kid. I’m your teacher. How am I supposed to teach, if you don’t tell me everything?”
 
As far as persuasive arguments go, that one is absolute shit. Since when does a teacher need a student to lay out every single secret, they have for them? Yeah, no way would that fly normally. But Izuku WANTS to be convinced, and while Mirko’s words might not be that persuasive, her attitude, her reputation, and her overall demeanor should be. It would make sense for a physically adept Hero-in-Training like Izuku to idolize a Pro Hero like Mirko after all, wouldn’t it?”
 
“I… I’m not sure, ma’am. The Principal told me to keep it quiet…”
 
Like a dog chasing a bone, Mirko positively leaps on that little tidbit Izuku has dangled out in front of her, albeit metaphorically, not literally.
 
“Oh! So Nezu IS behind this. I’d wondered…”
 
It would be silly for Izuku to not ask the obvious, given Mirko’s words. Peeking up through his fringe at her, he blinks owlishly.
 
“Behind what, ma’am?”
 
Startled, as if just realizing what she’s said, Mirko blinks too before plastering a wolfish grin all over her face.
 
“Never you mind. You were saying, about the Principal?”
 
“… He knows why I’m special. I’m not supposed to say more…”
 
Putting the right inflection on the words is hard, to get the reaction from Mirko that Izuku wants. He wants to say more and needs her to push him to say more. Luckily… it works.
 
“He knows… but it sounds like he’s not actually the cause of it, is he? C’mon, brat… you can talk to me. You can tell me anything…”
 
Inwardly, he rankles at having her label him a brat. Honestly? Sure, there was an age difference between the two of them, but he was FAR from a brat. Still, it was exactly what he wanted from her. He hesitates for a beat, and then another… and then finally makes a show of breaking, his shoulders slump as he sighs.
 
“Um… All Might himself told me not to say. I can’t… tell you anything more.”
 
THAT gets Mirko’s attention, just as Izuku intended. The Rabbit Hero goes stock still for a long moment, clearly blue screening, or maybe just going deep into thought. The effect is the same. Izuku looks up at her, but she’s staring off into space, her eyes darting back and forth, her lips moving silently. She’s processing the revelation he’s given her for a full minute, before she finally remembers herself and looks back down at him.
 
“You better not be lying to me, kid.”
 
This time, Izuku lets his righteous indignation breach the surface of his decorum, scowling at her and finally getting up from his chair, his hands clenched into fists at his side.
 
“I’m not lying. Ask him yourself, if you want!”
 
Mirko grins, and Izuku sees it again, the flash of attraction and sexual interest that he’d read earlier. He really doesn’t think he misread it then or now, but obviously Mirko wasn’t JUST a sexual creature. She was also a woman who had somehow been trapped, entangled, or strongarmed into this teaching position, and she wanted answers. She wasn’t just going to proposition him for sex out of nowhere.
 
It was ridiculous that he’d even thought she would. Like, seriously? One day into UA, and he’d thought she already wanted to jump his bones? It was a stark reminder that Izuku was still a young man with a young man’s libido, a part of himself that he still had to tame so he didn’t make further mistakes like this one. Honestly, it was so embarr-
 
“Oh, I intend to Midoriya, I intend to. In the meantime… wanna fuck?”
 
It’s Izuku’s turn to blue screen, and he’s ashamed to admit that he does not fake the next several seconds of shocked silence, or even think to use the Quirk he used before to think things through before replying. He’s just so fucking flabbergasted, the mood and tonal whiplash doing a number on his head as he just stares at Mirko, mouth agape.
 
“W-What?”
 
Hopping down from the desk, Mirko steps up to him. For the first time, Izuku notices something about the Pro Hero… she’s actually rather short. Her bunny ears give her what looks like additional height from a distance, but her eyes are lower than his own, forcing her to look up at him, and him to look down at her. Not that that erases the wicked grin from the toned, dark-skinned Rabbit Hero’s face.
 
“A girl’s got needs, Midoriya. You look like you might just be able to satisfy mine, for a time.”
 
When Izuku keeps on staring at her in silence, Mirko rolls her eyes and explains.
 
“My Quirk is Rabbit. Gives me all the attributes and abilities of a rabbit. And yeah, I know it’s a big joke about me on the message boards, that I MUST fuck like a rabbit too behind the scenes… but there’s truth to that joke. I’ve got needs. And you might be good enough.”
 
As she repeats herself, Izuku can’t help but wonder if she’s trying to provoke some sort of competitiveness in him, if she’s trying to challenge his manhood, or something. It’s sort of working, but only partially. Still, at the very least, he can safely assume she’s no longer at risk of blaming him for her being at UA, right? She wouldn’t have propositioned him otherwise… right?
 
Or is this another test? He’s her student… and yet, it’s obvious from the way Mirko is looking up at him with that shit-eating grin that she doesn’t much care about the teacher-student dynamic. She’d only been a teacher at UA for two days now after all, and in that time, she’d let him dictate when they’d have their meeting, and all around acted less like a teacher and more like a very carefree mentor?
 
And a mentor and their mentee MIGHT fuck… if the mentor had the physiology of a Rabbit and the need to plow like one.
 
… He was going to fuck Mirko, more than likely. Right here, right now. Part of him wondered if that was exactly what his father wanted, but a much larger part of him really didn’t want to be thinking about his father at a time like this.
 
Mirko was right in front of him, waiting for his answer. The only thing left to decide, really, was whether he was going to go all out in this arena like he had in the previous ones, or if he was going to try and act his age for once and act the part of the blushing virgin who didn’t know what he was doing.