Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 32: Captured

Everything is a blur. The world around me feels distant, muted. It takes a moment for the panic to truly set in—I’m trapped, compressed into something too small, too tight. My chest tightens as I struggle to breathe, my limbs unable to move.

I can hear the villain’s voice above me, smug and taunting. “Well, well, what do we have here? Two powerful little prizes for the League…”

His words barely register in my mind. I try to focus, to tap into my telekinesis, but the pressure around me is too intense. It’s like I’ve been shoved into some kind of cage, one I can’t break free from. My mind races, frantically searching for a way out, but nothing happens. I can’t move. I can’t even scream.

Through the haze, I hear Izuku shouting below. He sounds frantic. “Give them back!” His voice is full of desperation. “Bakugou and Hoshino… give them back!”

But the villain—Mr. Compress, I think—just laughs. “Oh, don’t worry, heroes. They’ll be just fine with us. Bakugou will shine even brighter on our side. And your friend here—she’s a bonus.”

I feel the marble-like prison shift as Mr. Compress leaps from tree to tree, moving too fast for anyone to catch him. Below, I can hear Shoto and the others trying to keep up, their voices getting fainter as we move further into the forest. I have no sense of time, no way to know how far we’re going or how long I’ve been like this.

The helplessness is suffocating.

I don’t know how much time passes before the movement stops. I can hear faint voices now, villains talking amongst themselves. The urgency in their tones makes it clear—this isn’t just a random attack. This is calculated. They’re after us.

There’s a sudden jolt, and then the pressure around me disappears. I gasp for air as I’m released from the marble prison, collapsing onto the ground next to Bakugou. My whole body aches, my mind reeling from the shock.

Bakugou is beside me, already on his feet and seething with rage. “Damn bastards…” he snarls, fists clenched, explosions sparking at his palms.

We’re surrounded—villains all around us. I recognize a few of them from the League of Villains, their twisted faces illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. Mr. Compress stands nearby, smirking as he admires his handiwork.

“Welcome to the party, Bakugou,” he sneers. “And you too, Hoshino. Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you both.”

I force myself to stand, my legs trembling from the sudden release. My mind is still foggy, but I can feel the adrenaline kicking in, sharpening my focus. We’re not out of this yet.

Bakugou is already glaring at Mr. Compress. “You think you can control me? I’ll blow your damn face off!” His explosions crackle louder, the heat from his quirk pulsing in the air.

“Careful, Bakugou,” Mr. Compress says, his voice mockingly sweet. “You wouldn’t want to hurt your little friend here, would you?” His eyes flick toward me, a smirk playing on his lips.

I grit my teeth, my hands balling into fists as I focus my telekinesis. I’ve come too far to let them win now. But just as I’m about to launch an attack, something else catches my eye—Kurogiri, the warp villain, appears out of the shadows, his dark portal swirling ominously behind him.

“We’re leaving,” he says, his voice cold and emotionless.

The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. They’re not just here for Bakugou—they’re here for both of us.

I see the portal beginning to envelop us, and for a split second, I’m frozen. I can feel the pull of the darkness, the sinking feeling of being dragged away.

“No!” I shout, my voice hoarse as I fight against the force pulling me in. I reach out with my quirk, trying to push back, trying to create some kind of barrier between us and the portal. But it’s no use. The warp is too strong.

In that moment, I hear Izuku’s voice, faint but desperate, calling out from the trees. “Bakugou! Hoshino!”

It’s too late.

Before I can even process what’s happening, the darkness swallows us whole, and everything goes black.