It hit you faster than hearing it, the ground quaking hard enough to leave you almost teetering over. Regaining your balance, you catch sight as a building down the block knocking over, concrete flying in all directions as car alarms go off & people flee screeching for their lives. Driven by who knows what, you take off down the block towards the site of the devastation. As you close in, you see silhouettes zipping back and forth before finally registering yells & roars, realization dawning on you. Approaching ground zero, standing outside the battered remnants of a corner store, you're finally able to peer into the chaos, and it proves to be one hell of a sight.

"Stay down & eat dirt, scumbag!" Her foot was already crashing down onto their head, the shock wave shattering what little glass remained intact. Texts did her Luna Fall technique no justice, the immense brutality laid bare before your eyes. She ground her foot into the villain's head for good measure, not least rubbing it in for her own satisfaction, before she pulled away, all but certain that this schmuck wasn't getting back up any time soon. Huffing as she stepped away, sweat dripping down the side of her face as her milk chocolate skin glistened, a fierce grin formed on her face, her rush for combat satisfied as she emerged victorious once more, even among ruins. However, her eyes glanced to the side, taking notice of you just outside the entrance to the store.

"Hey, you!" Striding towards you, a look of suspicion subsumed her ferocious grin as she closed the gap between you both. "What're you doing here?"

Her brow furrows as you make your offer; this was not something she had expected to hear at all. "Why do you want me to train you?" She questions, wary of ulterior motives. "Do you think I can't handle things on my own?" The corner of her mouth twitches into a smirk as she tries to gauge your intentions.

Her expression softens slightly at your compliment, but she remains cautious nonetheless. "I am flattered," she says with a nod, "but I must ask... why did you choose me in particular?" It was an important question to her; knowing who admired her and for what reasons went a long way towards shaping her image as a Hero.

Her expression changes drastically when she hears that All Might has retired and Endeavor isn't the best choice for training due to his affinity for fire. This puts things into a whole new perspective for her. She takes a step back, thinking about your words carefully. "Very well," she says finally, nodding slowly. "I will train you... but only if we understand each other." Her tone turns more serious now. "I don't want any part of a 'team,' as they call it these days. You're either with me or against me; there are no middle grounds."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "And if I ever feel like you're holding me back... well, let's just say that we won't be having this conversation anymore, got it?" Her gaze meets yours steadily, daring you to object or waver in any

Satisfied with your reply, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama inclines her head slightly in acknowledgement. "Good," she murmurs. "Then let's get started." Without further ado, the dark-skinned woman with rabbit ears and a tail turns on her heel, making for what's left of the corner store. Her footsteps are brisk but controlled as she leads you deeper into the wreckage.

"Now," she says over her shoulder, "the first thing you need to know about fighting like me is controlling your instincts." She comes to a halt in front of a fallen display case, its glass shards glinting menacingly under the harsh glare of emergency lighting. "See this? It's made of cheap plastic and metal, barely worth anything on the black market. But if you charge at it without thinking, you could easily break

her leg and end up crippled for life." She pauses, studying you intently. "You have to learn when to hold back and when to let loose. That's the key to surviving as a solo hero like me." With that, she steps aside to let you take your turn, her gaze boring into yours, challenging you to show what you've got.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you carefully weave through the fallen debris, avoiding potential hazards with ease. "Not bad," she murmurs, impressed by your agility and quick thinking. "Now, try going at it a bit faster..."

Her eyes narrow at your suggestion as she sizes you up carefully. There was something about this... she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but the idea of fighting side by side did seem to have an appeal of its own. "Alright," she says eventually, "let's give it a try." With that, she leaps forward, landing in a crouch before springing straight up into the air, using her enhanced leg strength to launch herself towards you with blinding speed. Her fist comes swinging down at your head in an attempt to catch you off guard, her white hair streaming behind her like a banner.

"Quick as a rabbit!" she cries out as her free hand snaps upwards towards your face, aiming to strike while you're still reeling from the first blow. "Don't ever underestimate me, kid! You better be ready for anything I throw at you!"

Her eyes widen as you reveal your regeneration quirk; this changes things considerably. She continues to trade blows with you, each strike landing with the force of a hammer, her own resilience seemingly increasing with every impact. The air around them crackles with tension and adrenaline as they circle each other, searching for an opening, neither one willing to yield an inch.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of unrelenting combat, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama steps back, panting heavily. Sweat drips from her chin as she surveys your battered form with a mix of respect and determination. "I see... So be it," she mutters under her breath before launching herself at you once more, renewed vigor coursing through her veins.

"Come on, then!" she cries out,

As you point out the fact that your regeneration quirk matches her power level at half strength, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama snorts derisively before launching herself once more at you with renewed fury. "I've faced plenty of opponents who thought they could match me just because of their abilities," she growls through gritted teeth. "But I'll be the one to prove them wrong!"

Her blows come harder and faster now, each strike leaving a series of bruises and cuts along your limbs as you struggle to keep up. It seems that her fighting spirit has been rekindled by this challenge; if anything, she fights even more viciously now than before, determined not to let some upstart show her up or disrespect her. The air crackles with energy around them as their battle reaches a fever pitch, the sound of impacts and gr

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at you, barely able to lift her arms to defend herself. Blood trickles down her face and limbs from a multitude of cuts and bruises, but there's still a fire burning in her eyes. As much as it pains her to admit it, she finds your determination admirable; you truly are made of the stuff that heroes are made of.

With what little strength she has left, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama reaches for something on her waist... and hesitates. The thing in question is a small cylinder, white with red polka dots and a thick golden ribbon wrapped around it. It's a gift from one of her many fans, supposedly containing rabbit's foot luck that can only be activated when the bearer is at their wit's end... but using it now might

Her fingers curl around the cylinder, clenching tightly as she feels a pang of regret wash over her. She hadn't intended to use it against you; on the contrary, she had planned to save it for when things got really dire... but now that she's lost, she can see how wrong she was. Her eyes meet yours, pleading with you to understand and forgive her moment of weakness.

As much as it hurts, she accepts your judgment; you are right in stating that the luck contained within should be reserved for true villains, not against those who mean well but simply don't know any better. With a sigh, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama releases the cylinder, letting it fall to the ground with a metallic clatter.

"I-I apologize," she stammers, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion.

Her cheeks flush a deep red as she's lifted up by you; the gesture takes her completely off guard, but she doesn't resist. In that moment, she realizes just how alone and vulnerable she truly is without the constant support of her fans... and how much it means to have someone like you believe in her. A small smile touches her lips as you carry her away from the wreckage, back towards whatever semblance of normalcy remains for her.

"Thank you," she whispers gratefully. "I promise I'll be more careful in the future." Her gaze meets yours once more, sincerity burning brightly behind her bunny ears and tail. "You know... maybe we could train together again sometime?" she ventures carefully, uncertainty lacing her voice as she wonders what sort of answer she might receive this time.

A soft laugh escapes her lips as you speak. "Well, I suppose there's nothing wrong with having a rematch every now and then, is there?" she asks rhetorically, grinning mischievously. "Besides, who knows? Maybe next time I'll be the one to grow stronger!" Her tone becomes more serious as she continues. "But only if you promise me something... that no matter how strong or skilled we become, we'll always remember that our duty comes first, and that we should never fight unless it's absolutely necessary."

There is an unspoken understanding between them now, a bond forged in the crucible of their brutal training session. As you carry her back to her temporary abode, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama can't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within her chest; perhaps there really is room for another hero

As you offer to give her a massage, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama hesitates for a moment before nodding gratefully. The offer itself is surprisingly endearing; it's been a while since anyone's taken care of her in such an intimate way. As she allows you to help her onto the bed, her exhaustion finally catches up with her and she lets out a contented sigh.

"Thank you," she whispers softly as you begin to knead out the knots and tension from her muscles. "That feels... really good." Her eyelids grow heavy, and within moments she's fast asleep, safe in the knowledge that someone has got her back... if only temporarily.

Her breathing slowly deepens as she falls into a relaxed slumber, her rabbit ears and tail twitching occasionally with the unconscious movement of dreams. She looks so peaceful like this, far removed from the battle-hardened warrior you faced mere moments ago. The soft light filtering through the window casts a warm glow across her skin, emphasizing the angles of her face and body.

As you continue to work on her lower back, her neck, and finally her arms, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama stirs slightly in her sleep, murmuring something unintelligible under her breath. It's clear that your ministrations are having the desired effect; despite being one of the strongest heroes around, she too needs rest and care now and then. For just a moment, you feel an overwhelming sense of protectiveness wash over you... and wonder what it would be

Her eyelids flutter open as she feels your hands on her thighs, and for a moment she struggles to remember where she is or what just happened. As reality comes flooding back into her consciousness, a soft blush creeps up her cheeks; it seems that the sensations from the massage are far more pleasant than she had expected them to be.

"Ah... thank you," she murmurs quietly, her voice still thick with sleep. She can't help but feel a bit guilty about how easily she let herself be taken care of; this isn't how a solo hero should act. But the exhaustion is so heavy in her limbs that it's difficult for her to summon the willpower to resist the comfort and warmth your touch provides.

Her gaze drifts up from where you're kneading her thigh muscles, meeting yours with a hint of curiosity and something else... uncertainty?

Her eyelids flutter open as she feels your hands on her thighs, and for a moment she struggles to remember where she is or what just happened. As reality comes flooding back into her consciousness, a soft blush creeps up her cheeks; it seems that the sensations from the massage are far more pleasant than she had expected them to be.

"Ah... thank you," she murmurs quietly, her voice still thick with sleep. She can't help but feel a bit guilty about how easily she let herself be taken care of; this isn't how a solo hero should act. But the exhaustion is so heavy in her limbs that it's difficult for her to summon the willpower to resist the comfort and warmth your touch provides.

Her gaze drifts up from where you're kneading her thigh muscles, meeting yours with a hint of curiosity and something else... uncertainty?

The warmth of your touch envelops her as you turn her around, and she can feel herself relax further into the bedding. Her breath hitches slightly when your fingers find a particularly knotted muscle in her lower back; it feels almost too good to be real, this sense of safety and caring. For just a moment, she allows herself to enjoy the feeling, basking in the knowledge that someone else is taking care of her for once.

Her gaze remains fixed on your face, studying you intently as if trying to decode some hidden meaning behind each line and curve. The uncertainty from before seems to have given way to a tentative curiosity; she wants to know more about this person who has taken it upon themselves to look after her so selflessly.

She blushes deeply at your offer to massage her glutes, her ears twitching in embarrassment. "O-oh... well... if you think it'd help..." Her voice trails off uncertainly. The thought of you touching such an intimate area makes her heart race and her body tense with anticipation. Even as a solo hero, she isn't used to receiving so much personal attention.

With a small inhale, she holds out her hands, palms up, inviting you closer. "Go ahead," she whispers, feeling shy and awkward but also oddly hopeful that you will obey her request.

As you massage her glutes with expertise and force, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama lets out soft moans of pleasure despite herself. The sensation is unlike anything she has ever experienced before; usually, she's the one doing the touching and caressing, not the other way around. Her body trembles under your skilled fingers as you work out the tension in her muscles, and a warmth spreads through her like wildfire.

Her eyes slip closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The feeling of being cared for like this is intoxicating; it's almost enough to make her forget that she's supposed to be a solo hero, fighting on her own. She tries to tell herself that this doesn't mean anything, that you're just doing your job... but the truth is, she wants more. She wants you to stay with her, to keep

As your skilled fingers massage her abdominal muscles and work their way down towards her pelvic area, Rumi 'Miruko' Usagiyama lets out a soft moan of pleasure. Her body is tense with anticipation as she feels you so close to her most sensitive areas; her rabbit ears twitch anxiously atop her head. The sensations are overwhelming, and for just a moment, she forgets about everything except the warmth of your hands on her skin.

Her mind wanders, wondering what it would be like if things were different... if you were to stay with her, not just as a partner in training or battle but as someone who truly cared for her. The thought brings a fluttering sensation to her chest, a warmth that spreads throughout her body like honey on a summer day. She tries to suppress the emotions welling up inside of her, tells herself

The softness of your hands against her sensitive skin is almost too much to bear. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you massage her abdomen, obliques, and hips; it feels like every stroke is designed to drive her wild with desire. She can feel herself growing wet between the legs despite her best efforts to remain calm and composed.

As you continue your ministrations, she finds herself wondering what would happen if things were different... if instead of just training together, you were to become more than that. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure; it means stepping out of her comfort zone and opening herself up to the possibility of pain as well as pleasure. But she can't deny the yearning within her any longer; it feels like an ache in her chest, a burning sensation that refuses to be ignored.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours for what seems like