Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 10: Training for the Sports Festival

The U.A. Sports Festival is only two weeks away, but for Class 1-A, it feels like a lifetime. The atmosphere in the classroom has shifted since the challenge from the other students. There’s an unspoken tension in the air—an understanding that this event is more than just a chance to show off our Quirks. It’s a test. A trial that will push each of us to our limits.

As I step onto the training grounds, I can feel the weight of that pressure bearing down on me. The sun is high in the sky, casting long shadows across the field, but it does little to ease the tightness in my chest.

I need to be ready. I can’t afford to lose control again.

Since the USJ incident, I’ve been struggling with my Quirk. The power surge that came with my anger was overwhelming, and now… it’s harder to keep everything in check. Every time I use my telekinesis, I can feel the edge of that same fury, just waiting to break free again.

I glance around at my classmates. Everyone is scattered across the training field, deep in their own worlds of preparation.

Midoriya is nearby, throwing punches into the air, his eyes focused and determined. I know he’s been pushing himself harder than ever, trying to find a way to control his own power without injuring himself. Watching him struggle to harness One for All reminds me of my own battle for control.

Bakugou is further down the field, explosions ringing out as he sharpens his attacks. He’s driven by his desire to win, to be the best, and it’s clear that nothing will stand in his way.

Momo is working on creating more intricate objects, perfecting her technique with a calm and collected focus. Her composure is something I’ve always admired, but even she seems to be feeling the pressure. The Sports Festival isn’t just a competition—it’s a chance for all of us to prove our worth.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, centering myself. My telekinesis is a part of me—an extension of my mind. I just need to trust it. Trust myself.

I reach out with my mind, feeling the familiar pull of objects around me. A rock, a piece of wood, even the air itself seems to hum with energy. Slowly, carefully, I lift them into the air, feeling the weight of each object in my mental grasp.

For a moment, everything feels calm. Controlled.

But then, the memory of the USJ crashes into me like a tidal wave. The Nomu, Aizawa-Sensei’s bloodied body, the destruction I caused… It all flashes before my eyes, and suddenly, the objects in the air begin to tremble.

“No, no, no…” I whisper, trying to reign in the power, but it’s slipping, just like it did at the USJ.

The rock shoots forward, colliding with a nearby wall, shattering on impact. My heart races, panic rising in my chest as I struggle to contain the rest of the floating debris.

“M-Mailin!”

Momo’s voice cuts through the chaos, and I turn to see her standing nearby, concern etched on her face. Her presence is grounding, pulling me back from the edge of panic.

“Are you okay?” she asks, stepping closer, her hand resting gently on my arm.

I nod, though my body is still shaking. “I-I’m fine… I just… lost focus for a second.”

Momo looks at me for a moment, her eyes searching mine before she speaks again. “It’s okay to be scared, Mailin. We all are. But you’re stronger than you think. You’ve just got to take it one step at a time.”

Her words sink in, and I feel a small sense of relief wash over me. One step at a time. That’s all I can do right now.

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Later in the week, after several frustrating training sessions, I find myself on the field again, pushing my limits. It’s late, and most of my classmates have already gone home. But I can’t leave—not yet. I have to get this right.

I lift a row of metal weights into the air, focusing on keeping them balanced. But as the minutes pass, my control begins to slip. My head pounds, the mental strain becoming too much, and one by one, the weights fall to the ground with a heavy thud.

“Too much force,” a calm voice calls from behind me.

I turn around, startled to find Aizawa-Sensei standing a few feet away, his entire body still bandaged from head to toe. He looks exhausted, but his gaze is sharp, focused on me.

“Aizawa-Sensei…,” I murmur, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. I hadn’t expected him to be here, let alone offer me advice.

“You’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” he says, stepping closer. “Telekinesis is about finesse, not force. If you keep pushing without control, you’ll burn out before the festival even starts.”

I swallow hard, trying to steady my racing heart. It’s not just the training that’s throwing me off—it’s his presence. Every time he’s near, my thoughts become a tangled mess, my emotions harder to control. It doesn’t help that I’ve been harboring this secret crush on him for what feels like forever.

“I-I know,” I say, avoiding his gaze. “It’s just… I can’t seem to get it right. Every time I try, I feel like I’m going to lose control again.”

Aizawa-Sensei watches me for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re still thinking about USJ.”

I nod, unable to meet his gaze. The memory of that day, of my telekinesis spiraling out of control, is still fresh in my mind. It’s a reminder of how dangerous my power can be if I let my emotions take over.

“Losing control isn’t the problem,” Aizawa-Sensei says, his voice softer now. “The problem is letting the fear of losing control stop you from improving.”

I look up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his words.

“You have the potential to be great, Hoshino,” he continues. “But you need to stop holding yourself back. Trust your instincts.”

My heart pounds as his words sink in. He believes in me—despite everything, despite the mistakes I’ve made. And that… means more to me than I can put into words.

“Thank you, Aizawa-Sensei,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He nods once, then turns to leave, but not before adding one last piece of advice. “And stop overthinking. You’re a good student. Let yourself be one.”

As he walks away, I’m left standing there, my chest tight with a mix of emotions. I’ve always looked up to Aizawa-Sensei, but this moment feels different. There’s a quiet intensity to him that draws me in, and I find myself wanting to prove myself—not just for the festival, but for him.

With renewed determination, I turn back to the weights, closing my eyes as I focus on the task at hand. This time, I take Aizawa-Sensei’s advice to heart. I let go of the fear, the anxiety, and just… trust.

And as the weights lift effortlessly into the air, I finally feel a sense of control—real control.