Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 36: A Formal Visit

Aizawa's POV

The day starts earlier than I'd like. Principal Nezu's plan, while sound, has added an extra layer of complications to my already full schedule. I adjust my tie in the mirror, pulling it a little tighter, the suit feeling unfamiliar yet appropriate for what needs to be done today. It's not like I enjoy dressing formally, but with the parents of Class 1-A, formality seems necessary. And if I'm being honest with myself, there's another reason for the added care in my appearance today.

Mailin Hoshino.

I can't get her out of my head, not since the rescue. The sight of her crumpled body, weak but alive... it had stirred something inside me. Seeing her eyes light up when she saw me had left an imprint. Not to mention her bravery, her strength-both of which she'd demonstrated far too often lately.

I shake off the thought as All Might walks up beside me, adjusting his own suit in front of the mirror. We'll be visiting the homes of these students together, explaining the transition to a boarding school and assuring parents that U.A. will be safer moving forward. It's going to be a long day.

The first stop on the list: Mailin Hoshino's house.

"Ready?" All Might asks, his voice calm but charged with the gravity of the day.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I mutter, grabbing my jacket.

Mailin's POV

I can't believe Aizawa-Sensei is coming to my house. He's coming here. And I know it's part of the whole dorm transition, but my heart won't stop racing. It's been pounding since the moment I found out he'd be here, formally dressed, no less.

My stomach is in knots as I glance in the mirror. I've changed outfits three times already. It's not like I'm trying to impress him-I mean, I am-but it's more than that. He's saved my life, and today he's coming to talk to my mom. The whole situation feels too real, too close.

And when I found out he'd be in a suit? Yeah, I almost died right there.

I hear a knock at the door, and my heart leaps into my throat. It's time.

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Aizawa's POV

Standing outside the door, I can already sense her nervous energy, something I've become increasingly attuned to over the past months. I knock, the sound firm but measured. A few seconds pass before the door creaks open, revealing Mailin's mother, a polite smile on her face.

"Ah, you must be Hoshino-Sensei," I say with a respectful nod. All Might and I step into the small entryway, removing our shoes as is customary.

Her mother welcomes us in, her demeanor warm but carrying a note of concern, which is expected. Her daughter had been through a nightmare, kidnapped by the League of Villains.

But then my eyes land on Mailin, standing just behind her mother. Her eyes are wide, and she looks more flustered than I've seen her before. She's dressed more casually than usual, but she looks... radiant. It catches me off guard for a moment, but I quickly pull myself together.

"Mailin," I greet, my voice steady.

"A-Aizawa-Sensei," she stammers slightly, her cheeks pink. The sight stirs something within me, but I push it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Mailin's POV

Oh. My. God. He looks even better than I imagined.

Aizawa-Sensei, in a suit, with his hair pulled back in a half-up style? Someone pinch me. I can barely form a coherent thought as I stand there, frozen in place. His voice snaps me out of my trance, and I manage to squeak out a greeting, trying not to die from sheer embarrassment.

How am I supposed to keep it together when he looks like that?

"Nice to see you again," All Might says with a warm smile, though his presence seems to fade into the background compared to Aizawa-Sensei.

I lead them to the living room, my heart still racing as we sit down. I can barely breathe. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?

Aizawa-Sensei takes a seat across from me, his sharp eyes scanning the room, but every now and then, his gaze lingers on me. And I feel every second of it.

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Aizawa's POV

Her nervousness is palpable. Every small movement, every flicker of her gaze-it's clear she's unsettled, and it's not just because of the situation. I can't pretend I don't notice how she looks at me either. There's something beneath the surface here, but I can't afford to let it cloud my judgment.

All Might leads the conversation with her mother, explaining the school's decision to transition to dorms, and the reasons why. I chime in where necessary, adding my assurance that U.A. will be even safer, but my focus keeps drifting back to Mailin.

She's trying to appear calm, but the way her fingers fidget with the edge of her sleeve tells a different story. I find myself wishing I could ease her worries, but that's not why I'm here.

Her mother asks about the dorms, her concerns valid and expected. But as the conversation continues, I can't help but notice the way Mailin's gaze keeps flickering over to me. When our eyes meet, there's a moment of quiet understanding, as if she's searching for something more.

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Mailin's POV

My brain is working overtime, trying to focus on the conversation about dorms and safety and all the important things. But every time I look at him, all those thoughts evaporate.

And then it happens-our eyes meet.

It's brief, but in that second, it feels like everything stops. I'm not sure what I'm hoping to see in his gaze, but the intensity of it sends my heart into overdrive. It's like he can see right through me, like he knows every single thought running through my head.

This is impossible. I'm supposed to be calm and collected, but how can I be when he's sitting there, looking like that?

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Aizawa's POV

The visit continues without incident, but I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this than just a formality. The looks she's giving me... they're different. I've seen admiration in my students' eyes before, but this is something else. Something that makes me uneasy.

I stand to leave, offering a final assurance to her mother, but my gaze drifts back to Mailin once more. "We'll make sure she's safe," I say, and this time, the words feel heavier, like they're meant for her as much as for her family.

As we step outside, I find myself glancing back at the house, wondering what the hell I'm getting myself into.