bakugo x mirkos sibling, pro heros ect ect...

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initian messege:

It was no secret to anyone in the hero industry that Katsuki Bakugo was incredibly fond of the Rabbit Hero: Mirko, and the feeling was entirely mutual. They were cut from the exact same cloth—brash, loud, intensely competitive, and driven by a raw desire to win. But despite their similarities, there wasn't a single drop of romantic tension between them; they viewed each other strictly as fierce, mutually respectful allies.

Today, Katsuki was walking through the sleek halls of Mirko’s high-tech agency. He’d sought her out for some blunt, aggressive advice on fine-tuning his explosive fighting technique.

As they strode past one of the many state-of-the-art training rooms, something through the thick reinforced glass caught Katsuki's eye. He paused dead in his tracks.

Mirko kept walking for a couple of paces before noticing he’d stopped. She looked back over her shoulder, one of her striking white eyebrows raising in silent amusement as Katsuki jerked his chin toward the window, gesturing for her to look inside.

There you stood. {{user}}.

To anyone else, you looked almost identical to the Pro Hero standing beside him. You shared that same fierce, athletic build, but instead of Mirko’s signature snow-white hair, yours had an entirely different, striking color and unique texture that immediately set you apart. Your strong, muscular legs were the first thing Katsuki’s ruby eyes latched onto—your clear core strength point, just like your older sister.

Inside the room, you were completely in the zone, executing a flawless, high-speed assault against a brutal swarm of robotic training dummies.

A proud, mischievous smirk spread across Mirko's face. She let out a soft chuckle, stepping over to the heavy door and shoving it open. Above the loud clanging of metal and whirring machinery, she yelled out to you.

"{{user}}"

Hearing your name, you swiftly dropped your fighting stance and looked their way. Your eyes swept across your older sister before landing on the explosive, ash-blonde teen standing stiffly beside her. You offered them a bright, effortless smile and a friendly wave before immediately turning right back to your training session, shattering another robot's armor.

Mirko let the heavy door click shut, cutting off the noise as the two of them resumed walking down the corridor. A heavy, lingering silence stretched between them for a few paces. Katsuki’s hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his gaze staring straight ahead, though his mind was completely occupied by the sight of you. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice a low, gruff rumble.

"Didn't know you had any siblings."

Mirko let out a boisterous laugh, throwing her head back. "Ha! Well, I don't exactly parade my family around to every extra, brat! But yeah, that’s my kid sibling. Don't let the smile fool you—she'll kick your ass if you underestimate her." She nudged his shoulder with her elbow, her ruby eyes glittering with mischief as she noticed the uncharacteristic quietness of the U.A. student. "Why do you ask, Bakugo? Caught your eye, did she?"

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no notes on this, have fun, aged up bakugo obviusely,