『Hakari Kotaro』
"Here you go, Hakari-kun! I covered the costs for you as well, your motorbike is now both road legal, registered and enhanced as you wanted! Power Loader-sensei was quite happy to work on it."
Nezu proudly exclaimed as he gestured to the motorcycle in front of me, parked in front of UA dorm in all of its glory. It was the Akira Bike that I pulled from the Gacha, or more specifically, Kanaeda's Bike.
"Thanks for doing this on such a short notice Sensei, I really appreciate it."
I bowed my head slightly as Nezu snickered slightly. I was incredibly grateful to the rat man at the moment. When I had asked him about my bike and really wanting to ride it, Nezu offered to take care of the hassle of getting it certified and road legal for me, even going so far as to send it to Power Loader-sensei to get it upgraded.
"Don't worry about it Hakari-kun, anything for my precious students, just don't break too many laws while driving."
I raised an eyebrow.
"...Don't you mean drive safely?"
Nezu smiled enigmatically and shook his head.
"No, I already know you won't, I just want you to make sure you are responsibly recklessly driving."
You know what? I appreciate his vote of confidence. This man knew me a bit too well for my tastes, but Nezu was a good guy.
Honestly, I expected to be far more creeped out by him than I was, considering he was a super smart principal and a major player in the game of heroes, but the man was very amicable and understanding.
But I couldn't help but ask.
"But why go so far for me, Sensei? I doubt you go that far for every student that asks."
Nezu contemplated before answering with something that I didn't expect.
"That's unfair to your classmates Hakari-kun, it is my duty as a Principal to help my students. Of course, I don't go out of my way for everyone, but... let me tell you something Hakari-kun."
He turned to me and stared me in the eyes with his own beady black eyes. Taking on a more serious tone compared to his usual easygoing one.
"I believe in you. I believe you can be someone brilliant, and I'm just trying to make sure you have an easier time becoming that person. That is my duty as a principal, and that is the reason I founded this school. So, if you need my help with anything, just ask, alright?"
I... did not know what to respond to that with. Was he just saying that because I had the Chaos Gacha, and he thought someone like that must be made sure to be a hero?
Taking my silence as an answer in and of itself, Nezu hopped down from my shoulder and patted my leg.
"Whelp, I'll be on my way now! Enjoy your ride Hakari-kun!"
Nezu trotted away, leaving me alone with my new bike and I quickly put those questions away for this beast.
Everyone and their mother knows the Akira bike, sleek, badass, red and black and now utterly mine. And according to the specs Nezu sent me, this thing could go upwards of 500 kilometers per hour and the suspensions and everything altogether was so monstrous that this beast could go off-roading in the most brutal of conditions.
Now then, today was the day of the Internships, and I was going to be late for the gathering at Musutafu bus station in about roughly 10 minutes since I stayed behind to get my bike.
But, with this baby, there was no way I wouldn't be able to make it in time.
Unable to suppress my excitement, I slung myself over the bike and settled onto the seat and revved the engine, the bike purred like a lion and I could just feel the horsepower behind the engine. This thing and I were a match made in heaven.
Without hesitation, I raced off with the bike, the wind rushed against my face but, I did not mind one bit, riding bikes was second nature to me as I had done it so often during my Yakuza career after all. The bike was fast and smooth, it didn't even take me a minute to get out of UA and open the map to the Bus Station by tapping on the console integrated onto the bike.
I should buy Power Loader-sensei a gift basket..
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『Kyoka Jiro』
Kyoka was a bit annoyed. Which was to be expected after not getting any internship offers after the sports festival.
Her quirk really was not suited to any of the events, and she had been slogged down too much during the race despite having great cardio because of Todoroki. So she had been forced to choose between the agencies that U.A offered. Not that that was a bad thing mind you. She had chosen Death Arms since he seemed like her best bet at gaining some general experience.
She fiddled with her jacks while sighing lightly as she listened to Aizawa.
"Everyone got their costumes? Double check it, they cost a lot. Remember, you aren't allowed to wear them in public without permission from your mentor"
Kyoka fumbled with her bag a little before nodding, she opened her phone to check the location of where she would be going. And belatedly realized the bus that pass through the Death Arms agency was delayed.
"Ugh, my bus will take so long to get here this sucks."
"Don't worry Jiro-chan, I'm sure Death Arms-san won't mind~"
Toga who was sitting next to her tried to console her but it did not make her feel any better about having to sit here for another 30 minutes while everyone went off on their merry way.
Joy.
"Where the hell is Hakari? Did anyone see him, or did he get caught up in a terrorist attack or something?"
"Oh yeah, where is he? Did he oversleep?"
Mina and everyone looked around at Aizawa's prompting, and noticed that Hakari was in fact, really missing. But before anyone could question it further...
Vroooom!
An absolutely badass sound approached the bus station, it sounded like no motorcycle Jiro had ever heard of before(she knew a lot of motorcycles due to her dad), everyone turned to the sound of the noise to see a blur of red and black slide to a stop in front of the station, revealing a truly badass bike with someone familiar dismounting it.
"Did I miss the party?"
It was Hakari, looking entirely too proud of himself due to his badass entrance, with his stupid handsome face being highlighted by the sun of the morning and framed by the cool motorcycle behind him.
Kyoka felt a heat crawl up her cheeks and quickly turned her head away.
She would not be giving that guy any attention, he was just a shameless flirt, which was why so many of the girls in the class were infatuated with him. She still remembered how the first time they had met how he had saved her and then flirted with her without skipping a beat.
And then proceeded to flirt with every single girl in the class, other than her. And maybe Asui.
"Damn problem child, we are almost done here, if you have your costume and everything, go take your toy and meet your mentor."
"'K."
-Of course, not that she minded, definitely not! She was the one who didn't approach him for a reason. She was not jealous, she did not even care about him the slightest bit. He could go to hell for all she cared.
But goddammit he looked so fucking cool and badass with that bike!
As Kyoka bit her lips, she felt an elbow nudge her, she turned to see Toga looking at her with a smug smirk and wriggling her eyebrows.
"Come on Jiro-chan, why not ask Hakari-kun to take you to your internship? I know you want to ride him. Ride with him. On his bike."
"I- you-!"
But she shut her mouth.
She could cope and seethe all she wanted, but the truth remained that she really did want to ride that bike. And she did not want to wait for her bus all alone.
...Well, she never really didn't mind that Hakari that much anyway, he was a pretty decent guy. She could totally swallow her pride and ask him for a ride. If only for the bike itself.
Gritting through her complicated feelings, Kyoka got out of her seat and rushed over to Hakari who just got back onto his bike was about to ride away.
"Hey, Hakari..."
"Yeah?"
He looked up at her with that stupid handsome face, making her avert her gaze and scratch her neck.
"Do you... can you give me a ride to Death Arms agency? It's a bit far."
He smiled lightly in a way that was a bit eerily similar to Toga.
"My pleasure, you won't see me refusing to ride with a pretty girl."
"S-SHUT IT! ...Wait, where do I sit?"
Her ride encountered an unexpected roadblock as she looked over the bike, it was designed weirdly in a way that the driver was leaning backwards instead of forwards so she couldn't sit behind him.
But Hakari did not seem to think the same. Kyoka let out an undignified eep as a tendril of blood wrapped around her waist and pulled her off balance before she ended up squarely on Hakari's lap as his arm wrapped around her waist and secured her, she felt her body get nuclear hot and her tongue get tied as she felt his warm, sturdy and comfortable body beneath her body and the incredible perfume he had on. She felt like her whole world was spinning.
"W-W-Wwhat the hell are you-!?"
"There is no other room on the bike is there? I have to make sure you don't fall off, so don't mind the arm and get comfortable."
That smug bastard, he was definitely enjoying this.
And so are you.
Shut the fuck up brain!
She jabbed her jacks at his arms to no reaction from him other than a light chuckle.
"...I'll get you back for this."
"That is a price I'm willing to pay."
Kyoka pouted and wiggled a little to get comfortable, trying to ignore how Hakari's touch made her insides do flips.
Stupid idiot.
Vroooom!
However, Kyoka did not get to pout for long as Hakari started the bike and they took off, and her suspicions were confirmed.
This bike was, indeed, badass.
...Maybe she wouldn't be against asking for more rides in the future.
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『Hakari Kotaro』
Riding with Jiro made my journey a thousand times more fun I'll admit. She was a great rider, as in she was a motorcycle enthusiast like me, unlike other people who would have probably screamed when I pressed the gas to go far above the legal limit, she whooped instead.
And the feeling of her plush ass on my lap was definitely appreciated even if I had to use Hemokinesis to prevent myself from getting an erection.
While Jiro was fine with begrudgingly sitting on my lap, she might actually stab her jacks into my testicles if I got an erection as she did so. Those thing actually hurt.
After dropping her off, it only took me 10 minutes to reach Leapus Prefecture of Japan where Mirko's office was located.
" Office. "
Emphasis on the quotations. This was literally just a house. I admit, it was a fairly large and expensive looking house, but it was still literally just a house. A more western one with a large pool though.
Parking my bike, and promising rupturing for anyone that even entertained the thought of touching my bike, I went up to the gate of the walled off house and pressed the intercom.
After a second, the door opened and let me in without even asking a question. I entered the house while hoping I had the right location, or else I would be pretty pissed. Thanks to my senses with Hemokinesis, I felt someone behind the door as I knocked. So I was not surprised when the door opened rather violently.
"Finally! You're here brat! Do you know how much hassle it was to file the paperwork to get you to intern for me without having an agency!?"
Throwing open the door with a bombastic voice was the woman I expected, Mirko was standing in front of me in her full outfit, and she somehow looked even better in real life than she did on camera.
Thick, muscular yet shapely thighs, skin the color of milky chocolate, and athletic build with large breasts straining against an almost skintight white leotard with fur accents and purple thigh highs, she was built like every man's dream.
Just as I looked at her body, she looked over mine, her gaze staying on my arms and legs with a nod of approval.
"Good, you are pretty tough yourself ain't 'cha?"
She slapped my shoulder and I nearly doubled over.
-What the fuck?
That felt like getting a shoulder pat by All Might.
She grinned widely and gestured to my briefcase.
"Well, whatever, get changed quickly and meet me in the garden in 3 minutes. We are starting your internship right now."
I blinked.
"Wait, what about settling in and everything else-"
She cut me off.
"Bah, that all can come later, don't sweat the boring stuff. I've been waiting for you for so long so I'm itching to see what you're made of. Don't tell me you wanna rest before even getting tired. Or did I get my hopes up?"
My eye twitched.
This internship may go a little differently than I envisioned it.
A/N: Jiro is a tsun tsun, I really haven't been giving her a lot of love lately, which felt like a crime I had to rectify with Hakari's badass bike. Also, Nezu is a great dad to his weirdo gambler child.
Mirko is finally here, and Hakari is not going to have an easy time wrangling this rabbit. Or maybe he will, this mf has Musk, Rivalry and Disney Princess. He is like Mirko's absolute natural enemy. The only question is many bones he will get broken before he gets there. What did you guys think about this chapter? I'd love to know.