When school ended, Izuku didn't waste a second. The moment the final bell rang, he shot out of his seat, raced through the gates, and bolted straight home. His excitement was hard to contain—the internships were finally starting tomorrow, and he couldn't afford to waste time.

He landed in his backyard with a heavy thud, his shoes skidding against the grass as he adjusted his balance. Without hesitation, he jogged inside, calling out instinctively, "Mom, I'm home!"

Silence answered him. He blinked and checked his phone. A notification lit up the screen: Inko: Out shopping with Mitsuki! Don't cause trouble. 3

"Ah, right… Mitsuki," Izuku muttered, scratching the back of his head as a bead of sweat ran down his cheek. "Man, I hope she's not still mad about last time." He grimaced at the memory—Mitsuki Bakugo's temper wasn't something anyone forgot easily.

Shaking it off, he ran upstairs, two steps at a time, and swung open his bedroom door. His eyes immediately landed on his suitcase, waiting for him. He set to work, carefully folding his uniforms, workout clothes, and even stuffing a few notebooks inside. He wasn't about to go unprepared.

Izuku's choice for his internship had been obvious: Mirko, the Rabbit Hero.

Not only was she one of the fiercest pro heroes around, but her patrol area was dangerously close to where Stain was known to make his move. To Izuku, this was the perfect opportunity.

"Stain…" he whispered, pausing with a shirt in his hands. He could already picture the Hero Killer's crazed eyes and blood-soaked blades. "He's not invincible. Just years of battle experience and a twisted conviction driving him forward. That won't be enough to stop me. Still… facing someone like him might teach me something."

He smirked faintly and tossed the shirt into his bag. Within minutes, he finished packing, zipped everything up, and dropped onto his bed.

His phone was already in his hands as he opened a game, thumbs tapping away. But even as he played, his mind wandered.

Training camp. Shigaraki and his crew attacking. That wild, knife-obsessed girl—Toga. Then… All For One.

His chest tightened, not from fear, but from anticipation. The road ahead was crammed with obstacles, each one bigger than the last, but Izuku wasn't planning on stopping.

For now, though, his focus was set. The Mirko internship.

"She'll probably be fun," he muttered with a tired grin. "Heard she spars like crazy and doesn't go easy on anyone. Fits me perfectly."

As his eyelids grew heavy, his thoughts slowed, and his phone slipped from his grasp onto the blanket. Sleep tugged at him, and he surrendered to it without resistance.

Tomorrow, he would meet the great Rabbit Hero—and it was only the beginning of what awaited him.

....

The next morning, Izuku woke up earlier than usual, his bag already packed by the door. Today was the first day he'd officially be away from home for a while, and though the excitement of his internship pumped through him, there was a strange weight in his chest.

Padding downstairs, he found her waiting. She was sitting at the table, her eyes a little red, as if she'd been holding back tears. The moment she looked up at him, her lips trembled, and she forced a small smile.

It hit him then—this was the very first time he'd be away from her since they got together.

He stepped forward to hug her, wanting to reassure her, but just as his arms went around her, he felt her hand slip down and grasp his cock through his sweatpants. The sudden squeeze made his breath catch.

"Before you go," she whispered, her tone dropping into a seductive murmur, "let me make sure you don't need to relieve yourself there."

The corners of Izuku's mouth curled into a grin, laughter bubbling out of him despite the heat rushing through his veins.

"Alright," he said, setting his bag on the counter with a soft thud, "let's make it quick."

Her face brightened instantly, a giggle escaping her as if she'd been waiting for that exact answer. With a gleam in her eyes, she eagerly tugged his pants down, her movements quick but trembling with excitement.

His cock sprang free, and she let out a quiet gasp before licking her lips. She wrapped her hand around him, giving a slow stroke, savoring the weight and warmth. "Mhm… I've been craving this for sometime " she admitted, her voice husky.

Then she leaned in, her lips parting as she began to work on him with a desperate enthusiasm, her tongue tracing along the shaft before taking him deep into her mouth. Izuku exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair as he watched her, her eagerness making his heart race.

She bobbed her head slowly at first, letting her tongue drag along every ridge, every vein, savoring the weight of him as though she was trying to burn the memory of his taste into her mind before he left. Her lips stretched wider as she took him deeper, her throat working, and a soft gagging sound slipped out—but instead of stopping, she moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight through his cock.

Izuku groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "Damn… you're trying to drain me before I even leave, huh?" he teased, his voice husky.

She pulled back just enough to let her tongue swirl around his tip, her hand stroking the slick length as she looked up at him, eyes glassy and filled with heat. "Maybe I am," she whispered breathlessly, a strand of saliva still connecting her lips to him. "If I don't, someone else might get to…"

That jealous edge in her tone made Izuku chuckle darkly, and he pushed her head back down, guiding her pace. "You know no one else will. Only you."

Her heart throbbed at those words, her body reacting as if she'd been touched everywhere at once. She swallowed him deeper this time, faster, her wet, messy sounds filling the quiet kitchen. She didn't care if it was sloppy—the more his hips jerked, the more she wanted to push him over the edge.

He felt his climax building, his thighs tensing. "Shit… if you keep that up, I'll—"

She hummed around him, pressing her nails lightly into his thighs as if daring him to lose control. That was all it took. Izuku growled, holding her head firmly as he spilled down her throat in thick, hot pulses. She moaned again, greedily swallowing every drop until he finally let her go.

She pulled back, panting, wiping the corner of her lips with her thumb before licking it clean. Her cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling. "There… now you can leave without any distractions," she said with a playful smirk, though her knees were still trembling from the rush of it all.

Izuku leaned down, kissing her forehead softly before pulling his pants back up. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"Maybe," she giggled, brushing her hair back as she stood. "But I'm your trouble. Now go before I end up pinning you down" she said.

Izuku laughed under his breath as he slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped out the front door. The cool night air brushed against his face, carrying with it the faint scent of the city beyond. He stretched once, cracked his neck, then crouched low.

BOOOM!

The ground trembled beneath his feet as he launched into the air, tearing through the atmosphere with a sonic boom that rattled the windows of nearby houses. His figure blurred into the sky, vanishing into the thick blanket of clouds in the blink of an eye.

From above, the world unfolded beneath him like a glowing tapestry. The endless streets blured, cars crawled like tiny insects through the veins of the city, and the laughter of people echoed faintly even from this height. Izuku's lips curved into a grin as the wind whipped past his ears.

'This… this never really gets old.'

He pulled a black ski mask from his pocket and slipped it on, feeling the familiar snugness against his face. With the mask secured, he tilted downward, cutting through the air like a meteor.

As he soared past the clouds, something caught his eye—a passenger airplane cruising calmly along its route. He drifted closer, wings of wind at his back, until he could see inside the cabin through the wide glass windows. A child sat near the window, eyes widening in shock before lighting up with awe. The kid raised a small hand, waving furiously.

Izuku chuckled softly and lifted his own hand, giving a warm wave in return. The child's expression lit up even brighter, pressing against the glass as if trying to reach him. That simple joy tugged at Izuku's heart before he tilted his body forward and rocketed away, the airplane shrinking behind him.

The city below shifted as he crossed districts, the glowing skyscrapers of central Tokyo giving way to darker, quieter regions. After some time, he slowed, descending toward Shibuya. His boots hit the cracked pavement of a deserted street, dust scattering in the wake of his landing.

In front of him stood a worn-down, abandoned building. The once-white paint was peeling, windows cracked and covered in grime. Inside, faint lights flickered intermittently, buzzing weakly like the heartbeat of something that should have been dead long ago.

Izuku stared up at it, tightening the grip on his bag.

' This is the place? 'He tilted his head, unimpressed. ' Honestly thought it'd be cleaner… maybe a little more official. But whatever. I'm not here for the scenery—I'm here to fight crime.'

He adjusted his mask and took a step forward, the old wooden doors groaning in protest as he pushed them open.

TO BE CONTINUED