Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 46: Tensions rise

Mailin’s POV

I wake up gasping, my heart pounding violently in my chest, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. The nightmare clings to me like a shadow, the memory of being kidnapped by the League of Villains playing over and over in my mind. Their voices, the cold hands grabbing me, the helplessness—I can still feel it all. It’s as if I’ve been stripped of my strength, left completely vulnerable, an experience I haven’t fully let myself process until now. I sit up, my heart racing, rubbing the sweat from my forehead.

The ache of powerlessness lingers. My hands tremble, still on edge from the dream, desperate for some kind of anchor. For something, or maybe someone, who can make me feel safe again. Sleep is out of the question now, so I slip out of bed, the soft fabric of my nightwear brushing against my skin as if trying to soothe me.

The nightwear is a charming blend of deep purple and pastel lavender, with a romantic, vintage appeal. The top is fitted in a rich purple, featuring thin straps that frame my shoulders and highlight my neckline. A plunging neckline adds a touch of allure, while a delicate white ribbon ties at the waist, drawing attention with a soft bow that gives it a playful charm. It hugs my chest just enough that I feel conscious of how exposed I am, a sensation that both comforts and unnerves me.

The skirt flows down in light, sheer layers of soft pinkish lavender, contrasting beautifully with the darker top. It moves gracefully with each step, a dreamy touch that makes the ensemble feel elegant yet intimate. A matching lavender headband pulls my hair back, completing the look with a vintage touch. The colors, the softness, everything about it feels comforting, like a shield that offers modesty while hinting at something delicate.

I need air. Quietly, I pad to the door and slip out into the hallway. The dorm is silent, everyone else fast asleep. I make my way downstairs, the soft swish of fabric following me like a whisper as I approach the common area.

I’m halfway there when I hear muffled voices. Curiosity pricks at me, and I move closer until I stop in my tracks.

My heart pounds. Aizawa-sensei is right there, just a few feet away, his back to me. He’s dressed in simple black sleepwear, his hair pulled into a messy bun, making him look more rugged, more dangerous. The sight is grounding, a reminder of his steady presence. Watching him bandaging up Izuku and Bakugou, calm and focused, I feel the anxiety of my nightmare fade.

Then, as if sensing me, he looks up, his eyes meeting mine.

A shock of heat surges through me, and I can’t tear my gaze away. His dark eyes linger just a moment too long, intense and unreadable. I suddenly become aware of what I’m wearing—my two-piece nightwear, more revealing than anything he’s ever seen me in. Soft, light, the large see-through section barely concealing anything. I feel his gaze flick over me, catching on the way the top clings to my chest, highlighting every curve.

His gaze drifts, almost unwillingly, back to my neckline, and I catch the faintest tightening of his jaw, the way his hands still for just a moment.

My pulse quickens, and the real reason I came out—my nightmare—slips from my mind. All I can think of is him, how his presence seems to fill the room, grounding me, yet making me feel things I can’t explain.

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Aizawa’s POV

That look in her eyes—it catches me off guard. Vulnerable yet unguarded. Just for a second, I let myself see her as someone more than a student, and that lapse feels dangerous. But the image lingers: her wide eyes, her delicate form framed by that nightwear. She’s waiting for something, and I don’t know if I can handle what that might be.