#mirko fluff

Your pro-hero girlfriend convinced you to join her at the gym, saying something about "love-fueled motivation," but honestly if you would have known her workouts looked like this, you would have given her much less of a hassle. She's laid back on a machine for her glute workout, dressed in a matching purple set that fits like a glove on her toned frame. With each movement, her thin tank slightly inches up her torso, giving you a peek at the glistening bronze skin beneath it. On her final thrust she turns her head and catches your eye, flashing her signature cocky grin when she notices your staring.

She resets the machine and walks your way, eyes laser focused on you. Not quite making eye contact, you notice her eyes lingering slightly on your chest as you jog. Feeling heat rush to your face, you avoid her ruby gaze, and shift your eyes back to the show playing on your phone that's propped up on the treadmill.

When Mirko approaches you she smirks, "Don't be shy now, pretty. I saw you watching me. Do you wanna hold my feet while I do sit ups?"

Thankful for the break, and the opportunity to watch her closer, you agree and meet her on the floor mat. You hold her feet securely, and she goes down for her first sit up. You eye her stomach again, watching the muscles there tighten and define themselves with every movement. Feeling lucky to call her yours, you lean in and purse your lips for a kiss as she rises. She laughs at your neediness, indulging you with a kiss that is a beat too long before going back down.

She licks her lips, “Best trainer ever,” she beams, and continues with her set.

Feeling a bit of a confidence boost after your workout (and not wanting to let your cute activewear set go to waste), you finish off the session with a series of outfit pictures in the mirror. From your phone screen, you see Mirko strolling into frame from the punching bag corner. Still snapping pictures, you giggle as she snakes her arm around your waist, pulling you into her chest, her front to your back. Her warmth engulfs you and you squirm.

"Ewww Rumi, you're still all sweaty!" you whine, helplessly trying to fight your way out of her tight grip.

"The way you were ogling me for the past hour, I thought you were into it," she teases while nuzzling into your neck, following the words with a trail of obnoxiously loud smooches.

You playfully fuss at her antics, "Ugh! Come on and pose since you want to photobomb me," grabbing her arm to place it around your neck. You've seen people online do this pose with their muscular partners, and finally you have Mirko in the perfect position to do it.

When she realizes what you're doing she licks her lips and laughs in disbelief, "Oh? If you wanted to do that, all you had to do was ask me, baby."

Putting you in a soft headlock, her bicep bulges against your face and the veins in her forearms make themselves known. You smile in glee in the fold of her beefy arm, snapping dozens of photos.

Knowing the hero's limb capabilities with her quirk, you ask, "Babe, if I put a ribbon on your bicep would you break it? Wait no... How about your thigh? And you could do that one muscle quirk thing you do..."

Mirko chuckles, "Buy some ribbon and we can test it out, angel. Make sure its extra strong."

As she finished her sentence, she playfully tightens her arm around your neck just to make you squeal.

(On the drive home, you’re sure to make a stop at the local craft store to pick out the strongest purple ribbon you can find.)

The city lights filtering through the raindrop-slick window reminded you of an abstract painting, all rounded smears and bubbles of color. The soft, dreamlike quality of the view only cast the sight of your girlfriend sitting across from you in even starker relief. Your sleep-heavy gaze brightened as you focused on her.  

Rumi was still in her hero costume, fresh off patrol when she met you at your favorite diner. She was a little late, because she ran into some trouble that day; evidence of which was present on her face in the form of small butterfly stitches running across her split eyebrow. When she had bounded into the restaurant, twenty minutes late and damp with the night’s first traces of rain, you had taken care to press a gentle kiss to the wound. Even though you knew she was impossibly strong, you still felt the constant itch to comfort and care for her every miniscule injury. (She had laughed when you doted over her after she simply stubbed a toe, but she didn’t push you away. She didn’t need your care, yet she basked in it all the same.)

 Her tardiness worked in her favor somewhat, anyways. By the time she slid onto the bench across from you, there was already a fresh plate of waffles sitting on the table, ready for her to devour. Your own food was sitting in front of you, untouched, until Rumi arrived. (When you told her you were waiting, she let out a small huff and then insisted on feeding you the first forkful, as a sort of wordless apology, though you hardly were starving in the time she was absent.)

Now, she was happily plowing through her food, blueberry syrup smeared across her lips in a sticky purple gloss. Rumi tried hard to swallow before she spoke, a rare instance of politeness, but sometimes she forgot in her haste to tell you about her day. (You were a little disgusted with yourself that you found her garbled speech endearing.) You listened intently, chin in your hands and elbows propped up on the table, your own empty plate pushed to the side. You had already offered up your own meagre tales from the day, but you were tired, and the prospect of listening to your girlfriend was infinitely more appealing than talking yourself.

After the last forkful of waffles disappeared into her mouth, Rumi made to wipe her face with a napkin. You reached out a hand to stop her.

“C’mere,” you said, voice a little slower and softer than normal. Rather than leaning across the table, she got up and joined you on your bench, sliding close enough that your thighs were pressed warmly together. She was uncharacteristically quiet, and her ruby eyes watched you curiously.

You didn’t give her a verbal reply, instead closing the distance between you two and pressing your lips together.

Rumi’s lips were tacky with sugary berries, and she tasted like them, too. As you melted into her, you thought that the kiss would have been sweet without them, anyways.

It wasn’t an efficient way of cleaning her face; in fact, you really just made more of a mess. But she giggled at your antics, when you broke apart, and snatched her napkin to gently wipe your own face clean. So, it was more than worth it.

“Did you miss me today, sugar?” Rumi purred, teasing.

You tsked. “You’re more of a ‘sugar’, with your sweet tooth,” you replied.

“Ah, you see, that is precisely the reason why I picked you. Because you’re so sweet.”

“Says the sweet talker. You sure you’re not tasting your own honey, bunny?”

You both blinked at each other for a moment, before bursting into simultaneous laughter.

“That was all so cheesy,” you wheezed.

She was no better, cackling so loudly it echoed in the bare diner. “We’re both so tired, aren’t we? Our minds have gone loopy!”

The both of you continued to break out into scattered giggling fits, leaning on each other for support as you steadied your breaths and rode out the waves of amusement. Eventually, the true tiredness won, and Rumi’s head began to rest more heavily on your shoulder.

You reached one arm around so you could run your fingers through her hair, as her carmine eyes fluttered shut. A soft teeth-grinding noise drifted from her, something she once told you was a rabbit’s way of showing contentedness. You smiled at it, shifting so you could press your mouth to the crown of her head, a subtle kiss.

You knew that soon, you would have to dart your way through the still pouring rain, back to your apartment. You would have to peel off soaking clothes, then take a warm shower together that you would both be too tired to make heated, before you could finally stumble to bed.

You didn’t dwell on any of that, however; you savored the moment, holding your love close to you as the dreamlike patterns of lights outside flickered across the rain-frosted glass.

rumi’s loud voice rung through your home as she stumbled in the door. “I GOT YOU A PRESENT!!”

you giggled, stepping out of your bedroom and walking to her where she stood. “a present? what for, mi-mi?”

she smiled, smooching your forehead, and handing you the little pendant she must’ve bought before she got home. “here you are, bun.”

you smiled as well, taking it with a kiss to her cheek. “thanks, mi-mi.” you opened it, and you smiled bigger.

a little pendant in the shape of a rabbits foot was nestled in a satin handkerchief, the toe beans of the paw in your colors; blue, purple, and pink. there was so much detail etched onto the paw, as well as a little heart on one of the toes.

you took it out and held it up, eyes glistening with tears at your waterline. “aw, mi-mi this is gorgeous, thank you.”

you reached out to hug her, which she happily returned with a kiss to your temple. “of course, bunny! anything for your special month. oh! that reminds me- I canceled my gym sesh tonight, I wanted to spend some time with my baby.”

she smiled happily, and you giggled the same way. “thank you, mi. I love you so so much.”

with another kiss to your forehead, she nodded, soft white bunny ears perked happily as her little tail wiggled. “of course, bun, I love you so so much more.”

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sorry ik it was short lmao but I swear the actual fic will be better and longer 💀

anyways, hope you enjoyed day 9 <3

stay safe lovelies 🫶

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

"I'm telling you, that little piece of long-looking mouse stole my stuff!" Rumi yelled at you pointing an accusing finger at your ferret who was simply staring up at you her head slightly tilted as if confused about the whole ordeal.

This all started when Rumi decided to come to your apartment straight after patrol, something she's never done. She looked exhausted and in need of some comfort, so you let her in and gave her some clothes to change after showering,

When she walked in, she noticed your ferret staring at her. A weird sense of foreboding crept up onto her. She always had a slight suspicion that the creature didn't like her very much. Whether it was because she was taking up most of your play times with it, or something else, she couldn't care any less.

It was in the ferret's eyes, how they stared at her with intent and a glint of mischievousness. Though when she brought it up with you, you'd brush it off since ferrets are incredibly mischievous and smart.

But the icing on the cake was when she placed her clothes on top of a dresser, including her gloves, to take a shower. Only to come back with both of her gloves missing from the pile. The ferret looking up at her, as if challenging her.

"Rumi, love, why would she even know to hide BOTH gloves. She'd probably steal only one!!" Rumi's mouth fell agape at your statement. You were defending the THIEF???

"You said so yourself didn't you?!! Ferrets are SMART, SHE MUST'VE KNOWN." At this point it was borderline hilarious, so between your next words, you laughed and giggled.

"You probably just misplaced it, come on I'll help you search it. I'm sure we'll find it soon."

No

You both did not find it soon, it had actually been 30 minutes of nonstop searching. Searching your entire apartment close to twice already, you and Rumi both flopped on the couch, exhausted.

"Ok, maybe I should check her toys." Her being your ferret, you finally caved in and searched around her toys.

Low and behold.

"I TOLD YOU!!!" You found both Rumi's gloves tucked away in the long rubbery-plastic tunnel you made for your ferret.

Rumi crashed on the floor in a fit of laughter, with you holding the dirty gloves looking at your ferret rather disappointed at her. Your ferret looked up with its adorable eyes as if it had done nothing wrong.

"Your ferret's a demon I'm telling you!" Rumi wiped a tear from laughing too much.

"I'm sorry for not believing you." You said followed by an exasperated sigh. Rumi walked over to you and enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug, "It's fine, this was actually more fun than just watching random movies like we planned."

Taishiro Toyamitsu

Taishiro loves animals and animals love him. Both skinny and fat form, he's just a lovable person for every single living being. Animals, humans, plants, all of them thrive when being cared for by him. Including you, but excluding your cat.

Taishiro knew the moment you said you had a cat that he would have to work a little bit harder to get her to like him. What he didn't expect was for your cat to completely ignore him no matter what he did.

"Trying to woo her again?" You smirked a little bit when you saw him in his skinny form holding a small bag of catnip smiling rather sheepishly.

"No cat can resist catnip." He paused shortly, "Right?"

You giggled at his adorable antics, reaching up to slightly ruffle his soft hair. Inviting him you watched from afar as Taishiro approached your cat who was sunbathing near a window and, as usual, ignoring him.

He slowly approached her, his big hands slowly opening the bag. When he did, her head immediately darted at him, you stood up straighter at this. Really curious at the first time your cat acknowledged his existence.

Taishiro couldn't feel more excited at the moment and slowly got closer to her, shaking the bag slightly. Your cat's irises expanded, showing that she might be rather happy.

But just as Taishiro was about to pet her, she stretched from her position and walked calmly away from him. Ignoring him once again.

You stifled a laugh at his dejected form, shoulders slumping down and a dark aura surrounding him.

You draped your body over his back, a small attempt in hugging him, "Hey you'll get more chances, I'm sure she'll warm up to you eventually."

Taishiro looked up at you with watery eyes and a small pout, making your heart melt at the sight. "How about this? You'll get even more chances if you live with me."

Your eyebrows wiggled at him, and his slumped figure immediately brightened up. Crushing you in a tight bear hug and shaking you around. "I'll make sure your cat loves me."