Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 43: Provisional Hero License Second Exam: part 1

Mailin's POV

The stadium's vast terrain unfolds before me like a battlefield, but this isn't about fighting-it's about saving lives. I can feel the weight of the situation, the pressure already settling on my chest. The children and elderly scattered around the disaster site aren't real victims, but they sure act like it. This is it-the moment to prove we have what it takes to be heroes.

I can hear Midoriya and Iida murmuring about the Kamino Incident, how much damage had been done while they were all focused on rescuing Bakugou and me. A shiver runs down my spine. That situation was so real, so chaotic. This exam feels almost too close to that.

But I don't have time to linger on the past. We have a job to do.

As the doors open and we rush into the site, I barely register the surroundings-broken buildings, shattered roads, smoke rising from invisible fires. It's chaos. A boy appears in front of us, tears streaming down his face as he screams about his grandpa being crushed. My heart leaps into my throat.

Midoriya is the first to respond, but his reaction is stiff, uncertain. The boy instantly criticizes him, taking points away. I wince at the harshness. This isn't just about rescuing-it's about how we handle ourselves under pressure. Everything we say and do matters.

I step forward. "We'll save him. I promise."

I crouch down beside the boy, trying to focus on assessing his injuries. He's not really hurt, I know that, but his tears make it feel real. I glance at the rubble, my mind racing through every possible way to use my telekinesis to help clear it without making things worse. This is about control, precision-everything Aizawa-Sensei told me during special moves training.

But just as I start to focus, I feel a presence behind me.

Aizawa's POV

From the bleachers, I watch as Hoshino crouches beside the boy. She's struggling, but not in the way you'd expect. It's not her Quirk or physical strength she's lacking. It's the emotional weight. She feels too much. I've seen it in her training, that hesitation, that fear of making the wrong move.

She's come far, though. Even in these past weeks, her control has sharpened. But there's still something holding her back, something keeping her from reaching her full potential. And it's not her Quirk-it's her heart.

I tell myself not to worry. This is part of the process. The entire point of this exam is to push them, to see if they can handle the pressure. But that doesn't stop me from feeling a tight knot of tension coiling in my chest. My gaze keeps drifting back to her.

She's focused now, I can see it. But if she cracks under this pressure...

Mailin's POV

I force myself to breathe. I'm not going to fail this. Slowly, I raise my hand, using my telekinesis to gently lift a few of the smaller pieces of rubble. I have to clear it without causing more damage. It takes everything in me to maintain control, but I manage. A few pieces float smoothly through the air and land in a neat pile beside us.

"We're going to get your grandpa out, okay?" I say to the boy, my voice steady.

The child nods, still glaring at me like a real victim in distress. I try not to let it shake me. Focus, Mailin. Control. I raise another piece of debris, but then I hear a crash behind me. I whirl around to see Midoriya struggling to clear another section of rubble.

His movements are too frantic-he's trying too hard. He's doing the same thing I am. He's feeling too much.

"Midoriya," I call out. "Breathe. Take it slow. You've got this."

He looks at me, and for a moment, we're both just two students in the middle of a chaotic test, trying not to let our emotions get the better of us. He nods, calming down as he refocuses on the task at hand.

And I do the same.

Aizawa's POV

She's learning. I can see it in the way she talks to Midoriya, the way she refocuses herself. Hoshino always had a tendency to overthink, to get lost in her own thoughts, but she's starting to figure it out.

I feel a strange sense of pride swelling in my chest as she manages to clear more of the rubble, bit by bit. She's in control, and she's doing it right. My eyes drift to the scoreboard, showing how much time they have left.

She'll make it.

But there's still that lingering concern. She's strong-so strong. And yet, I know her feelings for me complicate things. I've seen it in her eyes, in the way she falters around me. It's dangerous for both of us.

But I can't help watching her. I can't help hoping she succeeds.

Mailin's POV

I finally lift the last piece of rubble, and the child points towards where his grandpa is trapped beneath a larger section of concrete. "There," he says, his voice trembling.

Momo, Ochaco, and Hanta rush over to help. Momo creates metal pillars to reinforce the walls, and Ochaco uses her Quirk to lift the heavier debris. I use my telekinesis to guide the rubble away from the old man. Together, we pull him free, working seamlessly as a team.

The old man groans, and the boy claps his hands, relief flooding his face. My heart swells with a strange sense of accomplishment. We did it.

"Good job," I whisper to myself, but then I freeze.

Aizawa-Sensei is watching me again.

For just a moment, his eyes meet mine, and there's something in them-something that makes my chest tighten.

I don't know what it means, but I'm too exhausted to think about it now. We've still got more people to rescue.

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Aizawa's POV

She did it. I watch as the old man is freed, as the rest of her team gathers around to support her. They worked together, just like heroes should.

But there's something else.

The way she looks at me-she's searching for something. Approval? Recognition? Maybe more.

I can't give her that. Not now. Not like this.

But that doesn't stop my heart from pounding in my chest as I watch her turn back to the rest of her team, ready to continue her mission.

She's growing stronger every day, and I'm proud of her. But I can't let it go any further than that. Not yet. Not ever.