Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in my life. My name is Mailin Hoshino, and I'm thrilled to be joining Class 1-A at U.A. High School. I'm a 16-year-old girl, standing at 1.69 meters tall, with dark blonde wavy hair, green eyes, and fair skin. My quirk? Telekinesis. I'm eager to see what this journey holds and to prove myself among the best.

Unlike most students who had to pass the rigorous entrance exams, I'm here through a personal recommendation. This prestigious route is reserved for those who've demonstrated exceptional ability in their quirks. For me, it was a chance to skip the exams and directly showcase my skills.

As I walk through the grand entrance of U.A. High, my excitement is tempered by a gnawing anxiety. The school's impressive architecture and bustling atmosphere are overwhelming, amplifying my nerves. I'm eager to prove myself but anxious about living up to the expectations and fitting in with such talented peers.

Standing before the classroom, I find myself next to a green-haired boy with freckles, who looks just as nervous as I feel. I offer him a polite smile, trying to bridge the gap between us. His response is a bright, reassuring smile that momentarily eases my anxiety.

We take a deep breath, open the enormous door, and step inside.

The room is a whirlwind of chaos!

A kid with spiky blonde hair has his feet propped up on a desk. Across from him, a tall, dark blue-haired boy with glasses is glaring at him, his face a picture of exasperation.

"Take your feet off that desk now!" the blue-haired boy demands, his voice cutting through the clamor.

"Huh?"

"It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!"

"You're kidding me, right? Did your old school stick a broom up your ass? Or were you born with it?" the spiky-haired kid retorts, not missing a beat.

The blue-haired boy, momentarily stunned, regains his composure. "Uh-let's start over. I'm Iida Tenya from the Somei Private Academy."

"Somei, huh? So you must think you're better than me. I'm gonna have fun tearing you a new one," the spiky-haired boy responds, his tone dripping with hostility.

Iida gasps. "You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you're in the right place?"

The spiky-haired kid scoffs, and Iida turns to me and the green-haired boy still standing in the doorway.

"It's him."

Iida seems to recognize the green-haired boy next to me.

All the other students, already seated, turn their heads to look at us. My cheeks flush with embarrassment, and the anxiety I'd been trying to control surges. My heart races as I hastily take an empty seat, avoiding eye contact by staring at the ground. The feeling of all those eyes on me intensifies my anxiety, making me wish I could just sink into the floor.

From my seat, I continue to observe the unfolding drama.

The green-haired boy introduces himself as Midoriya Izuku.

A girl then introduces herself as Ochako Uraraka.

Suddenly, a deep, husky voice speaks from behind Midoriya and Ochako.

"If you're just here to make friends, you can pack up your stuff now. Welcome to U.A.'s hero course."

The moment I hear that voice, a shiver runs down my spine. It's authoritative, yet oddly soothing, with an undertone that captivates me completely.

A yellow cocoon rises.

Wait, is that a man wearing a yellow sleeping bag?

The cocoon opens, revealing a black-haired man clad in a black shirt, black pants, and a scarf. He looks at us with an intensity that sends my heart racing.

"It took 8 seconds before you all shut up. That's not going to work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that," he says, his voice commanding yet tinged with a subtle warmth.

My heart skips a beat. The way he carries himself, combined with the depth of his voice, is overwhelming. When his eyes briefly meet mine, I'm struck by the force of his gaze, leaving me feeling both awestruck and nervous.

"Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa-Sensei. Your teacher," he announces. "Right, let's get to it. Put these on and head outside." He produces sports uniforms from his bag, tossing them towards us.

Aizawa-Sensei's gaze lingers a moment longer, and I can't shake the feeling that he's assessing me more deeply than just my appearance. The fluttering sensation in my chest is confusing and unexpected. I try to focus on his instructions, but the strange pull I feel towards him makes it difficult.

We do as instructed and gather outside.

"What? A Quirk assessment test?" we all ask in unison.

"But orientation! We're going to miss it!" Ochako protests.

Aizawa-Sensei's response is blunt. "If you really want to make it to the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies."

Everyone gasps, and my heart stutters again at the sound of his voice. If this is how it's going to be every time he talks, I'm in serious trouble. I sigh inwardly, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in my chest.

"Here at U.A., we're not bound by traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit." Aizawa-Sensei says, turning his intense gaze towards us.

Is he looking directly at me? His gaze is so penetrating! I feel myself blush and shake my head, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

As I struggle with my internal crisis, Aizawa-Sensei continues. "You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you've never had the opportunity to use your Quirks in physical exams before. The country's still pretending we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will understand."

I nod to myself, easily agreeing with him. Either that, or something about his deep, resonant voice has me completely captivated.

Aizawa-Sensei turns to the spiky-haired kid. "Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball in Junior High?"

Oh, so his name is Bakugou.

"67 meters, I think," Bakugou responds confidently.

"Right. Try doing it with your Quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, you're wasting our time." Aizawa-Sensei says.

Bakugou throws the ball, shouting "Die!" as he does.

"Everyone needs to know your maximum capabilities. It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero." Aizawa-Sensei holds up his phone, showing a score of 705.2 meters.

The others get excited, their energy shifting from shock to enthusiasm.

"So this looks fun, huh? You have 3 years here to become a hero. You think it's all going to be games and playtime? Idiots. Today you'll compete in 8 physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately."

I feel my face go pale, overwhelmed by the pressure.

"Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs."

As I stand there, caught between excitement and trepidation, I can't help but feel the weight of Aizawa-Sensei's words and the intensity of his presence. My heart races, and I know this journey will be anything but easy.