Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 19: Two Days of Rest

The aftermath of the Sports Festival feels like waking up after a storm. The tension that’s been building over weeks finally gives way to an eerie calm, but inside, the emotional debris is still scattered everywhere. I’m not the only one feeling it—Class 1-A has been through the wringer, and these next two days are our first real chance to take a breath.

The first morning, I wake up with a weird sense of emptiness. No pressure to train, no competition looming overhead. I can almost feel my body sinking into the bed, but I know I have to get up. After a quick breakfast, I decide to head out and clear my mind. The city feels alive with energy, even more so after the Sports Festival had everyone buzzing.

As I wander through the streets, it seems like everyone is still talking about the festival. People crowd around café windows, their eyes glued to TV screens replaying some of the most intense moments. I can’t help but feel a twinge of pride knowing Class 1-A had been a big part of it. But at the same time, there’s this lingering feeling that we’re only just scratching the surface of what we’ll face in the future.

Just as I’m about to turn into a quiet side street, something catches my eye—a familiar face in a café window. My heart leaps into my throat as I realize it’s Shinsou. And sitting across from him, flashing his usual carefree grin, is Kaminari.

I slow my steps, casually pretending to look into a nearby store window, but my eyes keep drifting back to the two of them. They’re laughing, deep in conversation like old friends. For a moment, my mind immediately jumps to one word: “Date?” My heart flutters at the thought, and I can’t help but smile to myself.

I can almost picture it: the two of them getting closer, maybe even finding something more than friendship. The idea of it makes me want to giggle, but I quickly scold myself for getting carried away. They’re probably just hanging out, right? Still, the thought lingers, and I find myself imagining what it would be like if they were a thing.

Eventually, I tear myself away from the scene and continue my walk. The rest of the day passes quietly. I do a little shopping, grab a bite to eat, and let the noise of the city wash over me. But the sight of Shinsou and Kaminari sticks with me, bringing a small, warm feeling that I carry with me back home.

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The next day, I feel a bit more refreshed. The weather is perfect for another stroll, so I decide to head to the park, hoping to enjoy a quiet moment to myself. The world feels lighter now, with no heavy expectations looming over my head.

But of course, that peace doesn’t last long.

As I make my way through the park, I spot Bakugou and Kirishima off in the distance, sparring. Well, more like Bakugou is yelling at Kirishima while they train together, but that’s nothing new.

I stop in my tracks, watching the two of them for a second. The intensity of their training is nothing to joke about, but my mind immediately jumps to the same place it had the day before.

“Are they… on a date?” I think, my lips twitching into a smile.

It seems silly, but something about the way they work together—how Kirishima never backs down and Bakugou lets him stick around despite his constant grumbling—makes me think there’s more between them than just friendship. Maybe it’s just the shipper in me, but I can’t help but wonder if they even realize how much they click together.

For a moment, I debate walking over and saying hi, but I don’t want to interrupt. Instead, I just stand there for a while, watching them spar, Bakugou barking orders while Kirishima throws himself into every move like he has something to prove. Eventually, I leave them to it, my heart a little lighter at the thought of how close our class has become.

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The rest of the day passes quietly, and by the time evening rolls around, I find myself lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The past two days have been a welcome break, but part of me can’t help but think about what lies ahead. We survived the Sports Festival, but that was just one hurdle. The real test of becoming a hero is still out there, waiting for us.

Still, those little moments—seeing my classmates grow closer, finding comfort in the bonds we’ve built—remind me that we aren’t going through this alone. We have each other, and that makes the path ahead seem a little less daunting.