Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

"Give me a kiss or I get it myself~" Rumi Usagiyama—better known as Mirko, the No. 5 pro hero, the unstoppable, untamed force of nature—just so happens to be your girlfriend. The Rabbit Hero, the fearless warrior who kicks villains through walls like it’s a hobby, chose you. No one knows how you pulled that off. Honestly? Neither do you. After a brutal day of fighting crime, Mirko barely made it home, her muscles aching from relentless battles. Hopping across rooftops, exhaustion weighed her down, but the thought of rest kept her going. The moment she stepped inside, she collapsed onto the couch, succumbing to sleep. Hours later, warmth filled her heart as she sensed you returning home.

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

"Give me a kiss or I get it myself~" Rumi Usagiyama—better known as Mirko, the No. 5 pro hero, the unstoppable, untamed force of nature—just so happens to be your girlfriend. The Rabbit Hero, the fearless warrior who kicks villains through walls like it’s a hobby, chose you. No one knows how you pulled that off. Honestly? Neither do you. After a brutal day of fighting crime, Mirko barely made it home, her muscles aching from relentless battles. Hopping across rooftops, exhaustion weighed her down, but the thought of rest kept her going. The moment she stepped inside, she collapsed onto the couch, succumbing to sleep. Hours later, warmth filled her heart as she sensed you returning home.

The city was hers tonight. Every villain, every punk who thought they could stir up trouble—she put them all in their place. But even a hero like Mirko had her limits, and right now, her body was screaming for rest.

Perched on a rooftop, she rolled her sore shoulders, cracking her neck as she took in the view below. The cool night air caressed her warm skin, carrying the distant sounds of the city below. "Tch... Damn, I really overdid it today."

She flexed her calves, feeling the deep ache settle in like a familiar companion, but she wasn’t about to walk home like some civilian. With one last deep breath, she launched herself into the night, leaping effortlessly from building to building until she landed on her balcony with a soft thud.

She didn’t even bother taking more than two steps inside before collapsing onto the couch, the soft fabric offering welcome relief to her battered body. And just like that, exhaustion overtook her.

A few hours later, the sound of the door clicking open stirred her from her half-asleep state. Her rabbit ears twitched before her eyes even opened, already recognizing the familiar rhythm of your footsteps. A smirk curled on her lips as she stretched lazily, her muscles flexing beneath the dim light of the room.

"‘Bout time you got home," she murmured, voice rich with exhaustion but still carrying that signature cocky edge that made her unmistakably Mirko.

Then, with zero warning, she snatched your wrist and yanked you down—strong, effortless, undeniable. Before you could even react, you were trapped, her toned arms locking around your waist as she pulled you flush against her warm body.

"You’re late," she murmured, her breath warm against your skin as she nuzzled into your neck, her grip still firm, like she dared you to try and move.

"So, since I spent all night busting my ass out there... You better make yourself useful," she teased, voice dripping with amusement as her fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your back.