The next day after his date with Suzuka, Kuroha was laying down in tank top and shorts as he absentmindedly watched the TV while eating some potato chips.

Tomorrow was the day many first-year students of UA waited for with impatience.

The festival.

He was sure that even now, some of them should be training hard for this occasion. But truthfully, he wasn’t that interested. After all, he had more pressing problem

‘There’s something I am lacking.’

He had plans, great plans, but he was lacking something. The current nameless worm was more like a battery. Something that gave a temporary boost in power. But what he wished for was a permanent boost. He needed to make more experiments.

‘Heh! So ironic.’

It was truly ironic. The boy who was experimented on was now experimenting on himself.

‘Well, I guess life is full of irony.’

He decided to stop thinking about this situation and went back to watching the TV. Success would never happen in one day.

Right now, the program currently going on was the interview of a hero. Kuroha focused a little more and sat up properly.

The hero being interviewed was a blonde-haired man of average height with a set of large bright red feathered-wings on his back.

He was the Wing Hero: Hawks. The third-ranked hero.

Kuroha admired very few heroes. But he viewed this one very highly for two very simple but important reasons.

Firstly, they had the same fighting style. Secondly...That bastard could REALLY FLY!!!

‘Hum...If there’s one guy I would like to work with as an intern, It would be him.’

He thought as he continued to munch on his chips.

Hawk was without a doubt a more mature version of Kuroha. A speed type who used his feather for long-range and short-range fights. The greatest difference in their fighting style was that unlike Kuroha, Hawk didn’t dispose of an unlimited supply.

Just as he was about to take another chip, a tanned hand suddenly entered his view and took it from him.

He didn’t have to turn back to know who it was.

“Mirko, how many times did I tell you to not take my food.”

Mirko, who stood behind Kuroha wearing nothing more than a pair of panties as well as a tank top that was threatening to burst.

She didn’t answer and simply jumped on the sofa and sat next to him. She took another chip and grinned as she said,

“Any food in my room belongs to me.”

He simply sighed and decided to not insist. Some efforts were doomed to be fruitless.

Currently, Kuroha wasn’t in his suit, but in the one belonging to Mirko. Their relationship had reached a weird level where they looked more like siblings than anything. Well, they only LOOKED LIKE siblings. He didn’t think many siblings did the kind of stress relief they did.

At first, each time they trained, Mirko would bath with him and help him relieve himself. Then, she simply began to bath with him every day.

It reached the level where he felt oddly uncomfortable when she didn’t bath with him and use her hand on him.

‘Hum...I sure I am being trained. But it feels so good I don’t feel like resisting.’

He now understood why, while scientists had the permission to do tests on different kinds of drugs and addictions, no experiment about sex was permitted.

It was simply too easy to fall into depravity. Sometimes he even wondered why he was bothering and simply didn’t forget all troubles while indulging himself in the pleasure of the flesh.

“Oh, so it’s Hawk. Still surrounded by fangirls I see.”

Kuroha simply nodded. Hawk really had everything to please. He was extremely popular, he was handsome and he was young. A perfect combo for any one in search of a spouse.

“Mirko, what's your opinion about him?”

She tilted her head, before scratching her ear.

“He is dangerous.”

“Oh?”

Kuroha was surprised it was the first time she gave such an evaluation to a hero.

“Is he that powerful.”

She shook her head,

“He is of course very strong, but that isn’t it. The true danger lay in his personality. I could feel it the first time I met him. That guy is the kind of bastard who can laugh with you one day before sticking a knife in your back the next one.”

“Hum...So, he is a traitorous guy?”

“Not exactly. *Sigh* I don’t know how to explain it. You could say that he is a true bastard.”

“Well…” He took the remote and turned off the TV. “I was just curious. I will try to know more if I ever meet him.”

Mirko nodded, she didn’t like thinking so much,

“Let’s go out, we are out of beer and chips.”

Kuroha nodded before getting and going to his room in order to change. Staying at home all day wasn’t good anyway.

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They came back a few hours later. Their hands, full of different kinds of unhealthy but oh so very delicious junk food.

It was in moments like this that Kuroha was thankful for his power since no matter what he ate, it would never have any negative consequences.

After putting them where they had to, Mirko used her finger to beckon Kuroha. He tilted his head, but still obediently followed her.

The place where they went to was Mirko’s room. It was truly a rather simple but admittedly large room with a very large bed.

Kuroha advanced toward the king-sized bed and sat on the edge. Mirko followed immediately, but rather than seating on the bed itself, she seemingly decided that he was more interesting and decided to straddle his hips.

A very large grin formed on her face,

“You’re so calm. I wonder how long you'll keep such a serene expression ?”

“I am sorry...I guess?”

‘What, did she seriously wish to see me blush and stammer or something?‘

Mirko used a little of her strength and pushed him down completely on the bed while still laying on him,

“Hehe, you don’t need to apologize.”

This made him gulp a little. It seemed like this night would be interesting.