Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 39: Class 1-A's Special Move Training Concludes

Mailin's POV

The air inside Heights Alliance is warm, with a comforting hum of voices drifting from the common space. After a long, grueling day of special move training, the girls of Class 1-A have gathered around in their usual spot, chatting and unwinding from the day's efforts. I’m sitting with them, though my mind is anywhere but here.

“Man, today was rough!” Mina groans, stretching out on the couch. “I can still feel Cementoss's boulders trying to crush me.”

“Same here,” Momo agrees with a tired smile. “But it’s all worth it. I think I’m close to mastering my special move.”

Tsuyu nods. “I’m almost there too. Just need more practice.”

The conversation shifts to the progress everyone’s making, and before I realize it, all eyes are on me. Toru’s voice pulls me from my daze. “What about you, Mailin? How’s your special move coming along?”

I blink, suddenly aware of the silence. My heart stumbles for a second, and I search for words, but everything feels jumbled. “I... I still have a long way to go,” I finally say, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tightness in my chest. “But honestly... my heart’s been a little all over the place lately.”

Mina’s eyes light up instantly, and she leans forward with that familiar mischievous grin. “Oh, I know what that means! You’re in love, aren’t you?”

My entire body stiffens, and before I can stop myself, I’m floating a few inches off the couch, my telekinesis kicking in from the sheer embarrassment. “Wh-What? No way! It’s nothing like that!” I stammer, desperately trying to ground myself both physically and mentally.

Mina’s grin widens, clearly enjoying this far too much. “C’mon, you can tell us! Is it someone in our class? Bakugou? Maybe Todoroki?”

My face burns, and I can feel the heat spreading to my ears. “No! It’s not like that at all!” I protest, trying to force myself back down to the couch. My mind races, searching for anything to distract from the sudden surge of emotions that Mina’s words have stirred up. My thoughts betray me, and before I know it, an image of Aizawa-Sensei flashes in my mind—his calm, steady presence during training, the way he looked at me when I finally got my special move right.

No. Absolutely not.

Tsuyu and Momo, sensing my growing discomfort, gently nudge Mina. “Mina, stop prying into Mailin’s love life,” Momo says with a kind but firm tone. “It’s personal.”

Mina pouts but relents. “Fine, fine. I’ll back off… for now,” she teases, and the others start gathering their things to head to bed.

As the girls leave the common area one by one, I’m left alone with my thoughts. The room feels quieter now, the warmth of our earlier conversation replaced by an odd stillness. I glance out the large window that overlooks the training grounds outside, and my breath catches.

Aizawa-Sensei is out there, training on his own.

His movements are fluid, precise, as he works through a series of exercises with his capture weapon. There’s a calm focus in everything he does, a quiet strength that I’ve always admired. Tonight, though, something feels different—maybe it’s the way the moonlight catches his form, making him seem almost... untouchable.

I shake my head, trying to push the thought away. Mina’s words still echo in my mind, making everything feel even more confusing.

“It’s not like that,” I whisper to myself, though the words don’t carry as much conviction as I’d like. “It’s not.”

But as I watch him train, my heart betrays me again, and I can’t help but wonder... what if it is?

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Aizawa’s POV

I should be inside, preparing for tomorrow’s lessons. But instead, I find myself out here, running through a set of exercises that should help clear my head. The rhythmic movements of the capture weapon calm me—control, precision, focus. It’s what I do best.

But my thoughts are anything but calm tonight.

As much as I’ve tried to keep my distance, my mind keeps drifting back to Hoshino. I saw the way she was during training today—her control improving, her power growing. She’s getting stronger every day, but there’s something else. Something that’s been distracting her.

I should ignore it, should keep everything professional. But it’s harder than I thought.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice movement from the dorm window. A shadow—a familiar silhouette—watching me.

Hoshino.

I keep my movements steady, pretending not to notice her. But inside, I feel a strange pull, one that I can’t afford to acknowledge.

She’s been on edge lately, I’ve seen it in the way she hesitates during training. Whatever’s been bothering her, it’s affecting her focus. I should talk to her about it—remind her to stay focused on what’s important.

But instead, I finish my routine, casting one last glance at the window. She’s still there, watching, though I doubt she realizes I’ve noticed.

I turn away, heading back inside. There’s a fine line I’m walking here. I need to tread carefully, for both our sakes.

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Mailin’s POV

I can’t sleep. My thoughts are spinning too fast, too tangled. The image of Aizawa-Sensei training outside is still burned into my mind, and no matter how much I tell myself it’s nothing, my heart won’t listen.

I sigh, pulling the blanket tighter around me. Why does this have to be so complicated?

But deep down, I know the answer. I’m in love with him.

And that changes everything.