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Welcome To The Jungle Book
"You know young Midoriya, I've been wondering something."
"What is it All Might?"
"Since inheriting One for All, how are your …. doing? I'm sure they should've experienced some change from all this."
"They did, I can …... …. … .. them now."
"Really!? THAT'S GREAT! Have you told your caretakers about it? I'm sure they'll be mighty happy about it"
"No, I'm going to hold off on that for now. I've been quite lucky no one has brought it up yet."
"Why? This is amazing news for you. Are you shy?"
"No! You see the issue is-"
…
"Mr. Yagi?" Nezu called out, snapping the skeletal man out of his trip down memory lane, "Is something on your mind?"
The two had agreed to meet in Nezu's office on UA's ground, a place where they can speak more freely about certain topics without fear of someone overhearing them because of how late it was. Yet, they were still able to enjoy the pleasures of a cup of tea.
Shaking his head, the hero known as All Might said, "Ah, I was just- OH MY GOD!"
The eyes of the hollowed-cheek man almost bulged out of his eyes when he saw a grenade live in the air, coming right at him. Instantly, All Might went into his buff form and completely encapsulated the bomb with his muscular body. He already used up a lot of his time for today but he only needed a moment to tank the explosion.
Except it never came.
Chuckling to himself, Nezu informed him, "Don't worry, it's a replica. The modeler is actually quite talented don't you think?"
Going back to his small-might form before he starts spitting up blood again, All Might shouted, "Are you insane!? You can't go around dropping bombs on people like that!"
"Yes I can, and I'll do it again."
"I'm not ready for it!"
"You'll be fine. Now, let's chat! Our tea is getting cold."
Izuku and the rest of Miruko's gang of friends had settled themselves inside of the abandoned buildings that seemed to have furniture left over. The furniture looked cleaner than Izuku expected them to be, meaning someone was taking care of them, which is good because being the sheltered child he was, he did not like things that are just an abomination to the basic standards of hygiene.
Miruko had Izuku sit by her, trying to make him feel more at home as she told everyone else to introduce themselves. Luckily the others made it easy by going by tallest to the shortest. With this and the fact that everyone here seemed to have a quirk based on an animal, Izuku was easily able to remember and compile everyone's profile.
The first to speak was by far the biggest in the group, both in height and girth. The guy who looked like a bear. He had light beige(yellowish-white) fur that could spread over his forearms, ears, and chest(though the fur on his chest was strangely more pure white then the rest of his body). His hair, which was the same color as his fur, was covered by the red beanie hat he wore. He seemed to have cut holes in his beanie to allow his fur-covered bear ears to stick out from them, leaving most of his medium-length jagged scruffy hair to flow out through the back, and a green scarf wrapped around his neck.
His most noticeable feature was his triangle black nose and small round eyes. From far away his eyes looked like dots, only when Izuku paid real attention did he realize that the guy's eye color was red. He spoke in such a nice and humbled tone
"I'm Yogi The Grizzly. Don't let the fur color deceive you, I'm not a polar bear. I'm just albino."
"Albino bears exist?" Izuku asked, he remembered the question popped once before in his youth but it never got an answer. Everyone just yelled at each and went home, mostly because Bakugo was a part of the conversation.
"I assume so. Either I'm that or I'm a Kermode bear. Never really got an answer to it."
"Doesn't matter anyway," the girl with the reptile-mask says, "Yogi is a bear-y good guy."
The two then exchanged comedic finger guns.
Miruko let out an exhausted groan at the pun, an expression shared by a few other people in the room without the vocals, and said to Izuku, "Be careful with your food around this one, he goes into eating crazes easily."
"She's right, I can be a bit of an eater," Yogi says, pridefully slapping against his large stomach as if it was a bongo drum, "On the plus side, it means I know a lot about food. If you want to know the best things to eat around here just let me know."
Name: Yogi || Epitaph:The 'Grizzly' || Age: 18 || Species: Albino Grizzly/Kermode Bear? || Quirk: Mutation-Type? || Interest: Food and Food Application || Reputation: Being a bear-y good boy.
The next person who introduced themself was the lion guy. Compared to Yogi he wasn't that big, but, to everyone else, he stood tall having the most visibly well-built body. He dressed the most stylish out of the group, with a tribal but fluent style that spread from his black hair to his clothes, and finally his accessories. It was lucky the guy had a lion's face tattooed onto his arm, besides his bushy ears, it was difficult to determine what animal he was at first. The bright yellow fur of his black leather coat was mistaken as a golden lion's mane on first look.
He spoke in a more fruity voice, which accompanied by the sharp look he gave with his green eyes and his grin, gave off his assertive demeanor.
"I'm Simba, The Lion King of the Jungle. I'm the leader of this ragtag group."
"Leader is a harsh word," Miruko bluntly said, "More like, the guy we all usually meet up with since he's the most connected with what goes on here and can make things here a hundred times more entertaining."
"Like a good leader should."
"Save your boastfulness till after the new guy actually gets settled. Your epitaph is The Pride not The Lion King of the Jungle!"
"I'll get there eventually!"
"Whatever."
"Either way, I'm the one with the best resources here, if you need help fitting in or finding something let me know."
Name: Simba || Epitaph: The 'Pride' || Age: 19 || Species: Lion || Quirk: Mutation-Type - gives the user physical traits and strengths of the fierce predator || Interest: Getting to know others and networking || Reputation: Known to be the Noble Ruler
Stepping up to introduce herself was the dark-tanned girl with purple hair, who was dressed in clothes that were composed almost completely of sheep's wool. The most interesting thing about her was the contradiction between the way she dressed and how she acted. She opted for a small crop top that only covered her moderate-sized chest with black straps to make sure it won't fall after the slightest of tugs and a mini-skirt that looked like something an office lady would wear. Except it was completely covered in wool. Yet, her posture was very modest, reserved even, and never gave off the impression that she was a person who was close to being wild or confrontational like Rumi is.
A noticeable feature Izuku saw that made the animal she was based on obvious was her rammish horns, that were also well-trimmed and shaped to be small with only a bit of curvature. It made her black spikes look like they were a cutesy headpiece that cosplayers buy for anime conventions.
"Pleased to meet you, I am Merrie The All Caring. I'm not into roughhousing or getting into shenanigans like all the other troublemakers here. I will tend to all their woes and try my best to make sure they don't get themselves killed."
Miruko nudges Izuku's arm to get his attention before stating, "That's why we call her Merrie The Mom."
A blush came across the lamb's face, quickly retorting, "Can you not tell others of that nickname!? It's already hard enough getting you all to stop calling me mom."
"But you're a great mom!" Yogi says, he had such a wide honest smile as he spoke, "The best I've ever had."
"But it's embarrassing to hear!"
"You've suffered worst," the reptilian-masked told her, "You've dealt with us baaaaaad kids for far too long to have that be the worst we can do."
Another painful groan at the pun was shared among most of the room, even Merrie had to divert her eyes to avoid people seeing the look of cringe she had on. It took a moment before she could get back on the subject.
"Thank you for the kind words but," she collapsed her hands onto her red cheek as she spoke with the shyness of a schoolgirl before she confesses, "Whenever I hear myself being called the word mom I get a bit anxious thinking about it. For most of you guys, I would only be a year grade older. Do you all really see me as that kind of figure, it is not just a tease?"
The room, excluding the guest Izuku of course, gave their own varying degree of a nod.
"Well, in that case…..physically or mentally, don't be afraid to come to me if you need something taken care of! I'll do my best!"
How can one dress so immodestly yet seem so docile?
Name: Merrie || Epitaph: The 'All Caring' || Age: 17 || Species: Sheep || Quirk: Tending Wool - Emitter-Type - User can emit special wool throughout most parts of her body, the wool is generated based off of how much protein she eats || Interest: Nursing || Reputation: Known to be a total Mom, even if she denies it.
"Alrighty, I'll be going first if you don't mind," a certain cow-transforming blonde said to the cold looking boy with green hair who paid little mind to Izuku's presence earlier. The group has been introducing themselves in terms of tallest to shortest and these two seemed to be the same height. It was a bit difficult to tell because while Cassidy is standing tall, being about the same height as Rumi, the boy stood with a bit of slouch making his exact height blurred. He might've been a centimeter or two taller but he didn't seem to mind being forced back a place for the more rambunctious individual.
Stepping up and reacquainting herself was Cassidy, who had yet to put on any clothes. She made it worse by being extra vibrant with her introduction, constantly moving with sharp and powerful motions.
"Y'all already know what I'm about, I'm Cassidy but I don't mind being called Cassy for short-"
"Can you put on some clothes!?" Izuku exclaimed, covering his eyes again.
The blonde looked down at herself, expressing surprise at her nudity, "Oh shoot, thought I covered up my knockers."
"No!" the room shouted at her.
The stoic looking greenet stuck out his arm, holding her clothes in his hand saying, "Please, put on some. I would like to not have female nudity become numb to me."
The frog-like face girl rolled her eyes at the boy's comment.
"It ain't my fault," Cassidy tells them, taking the clothes and dressing herself, "My darn quirk tears up my clothes every time I transform! Can't afford that to happen, my folks back home sent me these."
"Folks back home?" Izuku repeated, curious by what she meant. Her tendencies for a while have been disturbing him as something in his mind makes him think that he encountered this before, "Does your family live in the rural area?"
"Can't you tell?" Rumi asked, "She's a foreigner. That's why she speaks broken Japanese with those annoying English slang thrown in between."
"You're from America!" Izuku exclaims, it was all coming back to him. His idol All Might always used English words, though he was mostly a Japanese-Person-Speaking-English version and he only heard him use it to say some certain places names or small phrases. Cassidy spoke in a more America-Person-Speaking-English version that uses phrases he never heard before.
"Darn tootin'," the cowgirl declared, finally getting most of her clothes on. She preferred wearing more western-style of clothing which almost made her stand out among the group if she kept her clothes on, "Born and raised in Arlen Texas, nice to meet ya."
Izuku can barely get the core concept of what she's saying.
"We're trying to help her speak more fluent Japanese," Rumi informs him, sensing the confusion within him from listening to the western girl, "And by we, I mean Merrie and Yogi, because no one else has the tolerance to deal with that accent for extended periods of time on purpose."
"You better watch your mouth bout my accent," Cassidy retorted, "It's a part of the pride of my hometown and I ain't afraid of stomping out a bunny over it."
"I'm not a bunny," Miruko snapped, her face quickly changed into a ferocious one that stared daggers
"Could've fooled me," Cassidy replied, meeting her aggression with a smile that tormented the bunny in the right way, "You little rascals all look alike to me, all it takes is one good hit to deal with you."
"You're implying I'm weak?"
"I mean if the boot fits!"
…
Simultaneously, Rumi kicked the closest tabled away while Cassidy effortlessly tossed a chair that was behind her aside, making space for what's about to happen next.
"How about we settle things right now!"
"Way ahead of ya!"
The two declared this before charging at each other. Luckily they were stopped by Yogi and Merrie got in front of Cassidy before she could take her clothes off again to transform while Rumi was held back by Simba and the green-haired boy. The others tried to tell them that they didn't have time for this and that they had plans they needed to get to later. Although a total of four people were between them, the two struggled to reach around the group to get at each other, they were two cats clawing at each other from their separate cages.
"Come here!"
"I'm right here, these guys are just in the way!"
"You're charge can't even topple a mailbox!"
"Your stubby little kicks are mosquito bites to me!"
Something told Izuku that destruction between these two was extremely common.
Name: Cassidy || Epitaph: The 'Cow Girl' || Age: 15 || Species: Cow || Quirk: Cow - Transformation-Type - Quirk grants her the ability to transform into a strong cow || Interest: Exploring || Reputation: Her rowdy antics makes people think of her like a wild animal.
"Rideru is my name," said the greenet who's been impassive throughout this entire rollcall.
…
That was it.
That was how the boy decided to introduce himself.
Simba called out to his fellow member, "Come on Rideru, put a little bit more effort into it."
"I did," Rideru calmly replied, scratching the right side of his face which his hair hid, "Told him my name, that's all he really needs."
"Tell him something interesting about yourself."
Rideru spared Izuku a short glance before stating, "I hate jarred food."
This response was unsettling for Izuku to hear due to how off it was. Did the guy hate Izuku already even though they just met? Rumi assured him by putting an arm over his shoulder, which only really served to slightly distract him from her words, sighing before telling him, "He's a difficult one."
"Agreed-ribbit," the frog girl added in.
"Fucking bite me and see what happens," Rideru muttered to the two calmly. With that and his introduction done, Rideru retreated to the wall, distant from the gathering. It was only later that Rumi told a bit more of Rideru's, mostly just his age.
Name: Rideru || Epitaph: ? || Age: 16 || Species: ? || Quirk: ? || Interest: ? || Reputation: Being difficult.
The girl with a reptilian-mask introduced herself next, "Setsuna the Silver Tongued."
With her more noticeable features being her hair that looked like seaweed, that mask of her made out of what looks like the skin of a lizard, and her honeyed smile that showed off her sharp teeth.
Rumi pulled Izuku real close to her as she informed him, "Be careful with this one! She's not to be trusted and any favor she'll do might as well come at the cost of your soul! I bet Setsuna isn't even her real name!"
"Oh, it is," Setsuna told her, giving a coy smile, "Instead of going through the trouble of creating another fake name and trying to maintain that secret I thought it would be a lot more fun to tell people my real name. With my reputation, they'll assume I gave them a fake name and will assume every other name except the one I gave them was my real name."
"See!" Rumi exclaimed, gesturing toward the ambiguous sounding girl, "Convincing as fuck! Who'll think of doing something like that!"
"Then again," the sharp-toothed girl continued, "I could've just said that so that you'll believe the fake name I told you by revealing a believable truth of how I could've lied."
"Oh my god, why would you say that!? Now I'll think about it all week!"
"Maybe it's because I want to instill a constant sense of doubt revolving around my name. You'll never be sure if you have the real name that I told you guys so you'll never guess it or a fake name I'm making sound real by pointing out a very obvious trick I would most likely use."
"Argh! My brain hurts!"
"Overall, you're just going to constantly think whether or not the conclusion you came to is the one I planned for."
"Shut up, shut up!"
"Alright, alright, I'll stop for now. You've gotten enough of a-," Setsuna snapped her fingers before getting close to Rumi and pointing toward the aggravated bunny's long ears, "earful already."
"ARGH!" In her frustration, Rumi used his leg to swipe at the sharp-toothed girl to make her back off.
The greenette's eyes then set its predatory sights on the fresh meat in the room, Rumi's guest. Holding out a friendly hand toward the boy, she greeted him, "Despite my habits, I do hope we do become good acquaintances. If you want, I can even teach you a few tricks?"
The Izuku stared at the hand, straying away from taking it. Instead, the green fox took a quick glance at his friend for a second opinion. She obviously shook her head at accepting it, advising against it. His stomach felt queasy about his decision, but he accepted Setsuna's hand with open warmth. Thanking her for her generosity, "That'll be great, you sure you want to give out your secrets like that?"
"Not like knowing my tricks will do you any good. Besides, I don't like using them against friendlies."
"Well that's grea-"
POP!
…
For some reason, the hand Izuku sent out to shake Setsuna's hand felt weird. Slowly he looked down, seeing that he was holding a detached human hand.
The boy promptly freaked out.
Chuckling as she brought her detached hand back onto her wrist, Setsuna said, "Except when I need a good laugh of course."
"Warned ya," Rumi told Izuku, who was still recovering from the mini-heart attack he had, "She's like a snake."
Name: Setsuna || Epitaph: The 'Silver Tongued' || Age: 15 || Species: Reptilian? || Quirk: Lizard Tail Splitter - User can split up her body into many pieces. Each split piece is able to levitate and move freely through the air || Interest: Magic || Reputation: Nothing about her can truly be confirmed due to her lies.
Finally bringing up the rear was the girl with a frog-like face, who like Rideru, made her introduction quick and to the point except less awkward.
"Kero-kero I'm Tsuyu, but just Tsu is fine. I don't need anything extra around my name. I like the rainy season and jelly while I don't like the cold seasons. So don't worry if you don't see me often around winter if you decide to come back here often, I'll most likely be at home-ribbit."
"Nice to meet you," Izuku said, happy to get a more regular introduction. His tail and ears became less tense thanks to her normality.
Name: Tsuyu(Tsu) || Epitaph: None || Age: 15 || Species: Frog || Quirk: Frog - allows her to do anything a frog can do || Interest: Swimming and reading || Reputation: None
"You already know me, Miruko the White Whirlwind," Rumi told him, unsubtly putting extra emphasis on her name to remind him not to call her by her real name.
Izuku felt nice meeting some new people, between moving into a new house and all his nice changes, his circle of people he can talk to was very limited. Now there's a whole new group of colorful people, who almost all have some animal-based quirk, he can talk to despite his fox attributes technically not being a quirk. Best of all, none of them, excluding Rumi, knows about his past. It's a fresh slate without stigma to bully him or think lowly of him. Some of them seemed a little rough on the edges toward him, but at least they were kind enough to greet him without any unneeded insults. That's all he could ask for.
Now all he had to do was prevent himself from doing anything embarrassing in front of this new group of people, like trying to eat any of them. Mostly toward the girls since three out of four of them(not including Rumi) have animal-based quirks that are easy prey to a fox, and the remaining one is going to trigger a different bodily instinct if she keeps taking off her clothes.
Though he did wonder, what would Rumi be doing in a place like this? He was about to ask her this himself but then Simba looked at his watch with shock and called out to the group.
"Oh shoot! Guys, we're going to be late to the X-Games!"
"We better get moving then," Yogi tells the group, grabbing a nearby crate and lifting it up by himself to take with them. The rest of the group started mobilizing to leave as well.
"Is the X-Games some kind of sports event?" Izuku asked Rumi, following behind her because he had no idea what he should be doing.
"Sorta," Rumi responded, grabbing the bag they brought here when they left the house, "I'll explain on the way, you brought what I asked you to right?"
"An extra pair of shorts I can move around in? Yeah, I'm wearing them underneath as you told me to."
"Great, then let's go!" Rumi cheered, leading him out with the rest of the group.
As the group began exiting the building, Izuku noticed Tsuyu split off from the group and went the opposite way they were going.
"Are you leaving already?" Rideru called out to her,
"Yeah-ribbit," Tsuyu told him, stopping to turn to him.
"You sure you don't want to come along this time? We're breaking the new guy in and a few good match-ups are happening."
"You know I have no interest in any of that stuff here. Besides, it's getting late, I should get home in case my siblings need anything. Thanks for the offer though."
Rideru shrugged, "It's not much to me, we were going to celebrate after with some grilling and you know how Yogi likes it when everyone is there to eat together."
"I'll make it up to him another time," Tsuyu told him, she yawned before turning away, "I am actually tired, see you guys later."
"...yup," Rideru replied, shoving his hands into his pocket and returning to the group.
Seeing only a part of the interaction, Izuku softly asked Rumi, "Does she always diverge from the group?"
"Only when we do things she doesn't like," Rumi answered, "She finds some things we do a bit too iniquitous for her. She's cool about it though, never condemning us by belittling our activity, she'll just state what she thinks about something we do and will either stay out of it or just leave in general."
"That's considerate of her… but, what do you guys do that'll be considered heinous?"
Rumi didn't answer, instead she let the chilling silence get to the boy before striking him with a wicked warlike smile. She gritted her teeth, barely able to contain her excitement, and ruin the surprise.
Enjoying their tea-and-talk, Nezu and All Might discussed many casual topics at first. Such as the rise of a few golden rookie heroes Hawks, Blue-Note, and Uwabami. How UA's new teacher Eraserhead is holding up in his first year and All Might's process on earning his certification to teach came up as well. Even the Ryukyu and Endeavor drama even made its way into the conversation, though they both found it weird why heroes from two separate generations have so many issues with each other. Then finally, All Might eased into more essential topics.
"I'm grateful you took my young apprentice under your wing, for the time being, it's a bit embarrassing to admit my lack of knowledge on mutation-quirks. I can advise on how to combat them but personal care might as well be me taking care of a newborn baby."
"It's nothing at all. If anything, I call all our paths meeting a miracle to behold. Maybe even fate depending on how you view it," Nezu says, stirring his tea as he smiled to himself, "Strange how the stars align at times."
"Uh, yeah," was All Might awkward reply, rubbing the back at his neck at the mini bear's uncanny use of words, "I just hope helping him isn't too much for you or is causing any problems in your household."
"He's a great kid, Rumi has already taken a liking to the boy and they seem to have become close. A positive influence would do wonders for my daughter."
"Really, Rumi? That's a pleasant surprise, from what I last heard, she's been giving you trouble for quite a while."
"It's not her fault," Nezu calmly tells him, taking a moment's break to sip his tea, "She was basically a baby when the situation with her parents happened and I had to adopt her. It was only natural that she had difficulties adjusting to such a different environment. I've been trying for years to help her integrate into a more proper society to decent success, but her rebellious nature always seems to draw her toward the more juvenile personalities in any society she's in."
"How far away is the entrance exam again?"
"In about two years and ten months."
All Might momentarily pause. His face, while frail, was still able to display a perturbed expression. He says, "That's a little under three years. I hope she grows out of that phase soon before she gets into UA, it would spell trouble if she partakes in delinquent activities as a student there. Even as the principal, there's only so much you can do to protect her."
"Which is why I'm relieved that she finally made a friend with someone who's more, how you say, outwardly emotionally compassionate. Compared to her usual rowdy friends, whose presence only makes her boast her more quarrelsome traits, the few tender-hearted people she associates with seem to be able to bring out a different energy from her," Nezu's mind wandered to people like Officer O'inks, Thirteen, Mandalay, Midnight, Aizawa's girlfriend, and surprising even Aizawa himself, "Hopefully, if that side of her keeps popping out, maybe she'll change her more chaotic habits."
'Spoken like a true hypocrite.' All Might thought, eyeballing the bear-creature that made a joke out of throwing a grenade at an unexpecting person.
"Besides, he knows to watch his hands with my daughter. Unless he wants something worse then tasering."
"What?"
"Hm?"
...
Finishing his cup and denying the offer for another, he told his colleague, "Anyways, I don't want to take up too much of your time. How goes Young Midoriya's training? Must've learned or at least be working on something new by now."
Taking a long pause, followed by a sip, Nezu answered him, "About that-"
'I honestly didn't expect any less.'
That was the thought that ran through Izuku's mind when they arrived at their destination. He should've known that Miruko would be this excited over going to a makeshift coliseum in the middle of a junkyard.
There were multiple fights going on at once, each had a large group of crowds surrounding them. Despite no real construction being done, the residents were extremely creative with their resources. Some arenas were your standard flat arena in a circle, others were cage matches, and some had two fighters fight on top of a huge stack of cars. They were insane, had to be for them to agree on punching the crap out of another human being while keeping their balance on such uneven ground. One bad fall is all it'll take for a long term injury or worst.
"You think we're going to see a wipeout today?"
"I hope so, that'll be wicked cool to see!"
Overhearing some of the conversation being had here, that kind of mentality might be the norm here.
If there was one strange thing he noticed from all the rowdy going on was the people. All of them had mutation quirks, whether partial and full. The abnormality was the division among the crowd. The side he and the rest of Miruko's group were on only had people with a type of animal mutation, while on the other side, the crowd had mutation types that made them appear more alien-like. Every match he saw was like this, an animal type user against an alien type user. The crowd supported the fighter who shared the same quirk type appearance while wishing for the downfall of the other fighter, throwing out curses and slurs to the opposing audience. The amount of passion in their voices and actions was...extreme to say the least. His tail began to quiver, this wasn't your average sports fan quarreling, it felt as deep as blood.
"Come on, come on," Rumi exclaimed, repeatedly shoving Izuku to move him along, "You can go sightseeing after we do something first."
"Wait, why are we separating from the group? Where are we going? What is this place? I have so many questions!"
"I'll answer them in a moment, we don't have much time to lose!"
With her aggressive manner, she shoved Izuku toward the back of a small shack that was positioned around the perimeter of the area. It was within decent range from one of the fighting stages but far enough to where the crowd gathering wouldn't obstruct a path to the front door. Miruko took out a key and unlocked the door before quickly pulling Izuku inside. As Miruko locked the door behind them, she acquainted Izuku with the interior of this private space of hers. A large portion of the room's space was devoted to a boxing ring located in the middle, with the wall usually occupied with equipment such as lockers and sandbags or even more residential equipment like chairs. He noticed a few of the training gear that littered around the room were ones personalized for Rumi's use, seeing as things like headgear had pieces cut out to accommodate her floofy ears or shorts with holes from the back. With her work-out scent being found all over the place, it became obvious that this must've been a personal locker room for her.
"Did you build this place or like, buy the premium ticket here?" Izuku asked her, admiring one of the posters hanging up. He remembered it came from an extremely old anime that remained iconic for centuries, featuring a humanoid white bunny that loved carrots who had just taken one of her friend's straw hat to wear for herself, the boy thinks her name was Kakarot or Sulong.
As Miruko walked over, opening the bag she brought with her, she explained to him, "No, when you-" then suddenly she stopped mid-sentence, realizing what poster he was eyeing and swiped it off the wall with a blush coming across her face before continuing. Giving him a look that said that she'll kick his ass thirty times over if he said anything. Smiling, he turned his head away to look elsewhere so she could keep her
"-When you win enough matches here and get a good reputation you get some pretty cool stuff."
"So, you come here often?"
"Only when I'm bored or haven't gotten a good fight in a while. So at least once a week."
"For how long!?"
"...Over a year, I guess. I don't know, never really kept track of it."
"How do you forgeeAAAAA!"
Izuku almost shrieked when he turned back and spotted Rumi bent over pulling down the jeans she was wearing. She looked up at him, confused as to why he was standing there making weird noises. When he didn't say anything she told him, "What are you waiting for? Drop them trousers and get in the ring, we're going a few rounds."
The green fox's puberty infected mind as always went to the most depraved conclusion, which conflicted with his slight Christain morales from his Buddhist faith and made him instinctively cover his groin, "What!? Why?!"
"I'm going to show you how to box. You said you're wearing your shorts underneath right?" she casually told him, showing how she did the same, choosing a black tight-fitting sports shorts. It went along with the black sports bra she also wore underneath her top.
"...riiiight."
She makes it so hard sometimes not to think dirty thoughts, other times it's just him being a horny bastard over everything. Either way, if his last dream foreshadowed anything, it's that he's the one who's going to be fighting the hentai yokai in the end. So he better get his libido in control soon or else Lai and Nana are going to be swarmed by a bunch of tentacles wielding bunny monsters.
…
He questions his life at times. Mostly at the fact how that's a legit worry he needs to think about and how that's probably not going to be the most ridiculous thing he's going to need to think about in the coming times.
Rumi's eye lit up for a moment as if a thought crossed her mind and she went into her bag, pulling out two pairs of different colored boxing gloves. She tossed the red colored ones over to him while keeping the blue one for herself, "That reminds me, you're going to need these."
Taking the gloves he went around behind one of the hanging sandbags to use as cover before he began taking off the first layer of his pants.
Cover Rumi wasn't going to stand for as she pulled it out the way to ask him what he's doing.
"The hell are you doing back here?"
"HSHSHSHSJDJF changing!" Izuku replied, almost having a heart attack.
"Then what's with the hiding, you're not getting naked or anything. We lived together for like two months and I often walk around the house naked, what you gotta be shy about? You're just dropping your pants for the shorter version of pants you have under."
"I know it just feels weird to….."
'Fox'!Izuku has stopped working.