Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 67: Facing the Spotlight

Mailin’s POV

The dorm is unusually lively this morning. We all gather in the common area, our eyes glued to the couches as Shoto and Bakugou sit for their interview. Shoto, as always, is calm and collected, answering the questions with his typical straight-laced demeanor. Bakugou, on the other hand, is... well, Bakugou. His responses are full of anger and frustration, shouting down every suggestion that he and Shoto might get along. I’m not surprised, but still, I can’t help but laugh under my breath.

It’s been a few days since that night, but the tension from everything that happened between me and Aizawa still lingers.

“They seem... in sync,” Kirishima laughs nervously, his gaze lingering a little too long on Bakugou. There’s a fondness in his voice that he doesn’t even try to hide anymore, especially not around us. “You know, in their own weird way.”

Midoriya shifts uneasily beside him, his eyes flickering to the camera, and then back to Todoroki’s calm, composed face. “Y-Yeah... but I’m not sure that’s what the interviewer is looking for,” he mumbles, his voice soft but filled with admiration as he glances at Todoroki. There’s a quiet tension in the air between them, a connection only those closest to them seem to notice.

Kirishima nudges Midoriya playfully, leaning in. “Guess that’s what happens when you spend so much time together, huh?” His grin is wide, but there’s something more in his tone, a teasing edge as his eyes briefly flicker toward Bakugou, whose angry responses continue to fill the room. “Maybe they just need a little more bonding time.”

Midoriya’s cheeks flush slightly, and he quickly looks away, flustered. “I-I don’t think that’s it...” he mutters, though his gaze once again finds Todoroki’s calm presence, lingering just a second too long.

Katsuki’s angry responses are too much even for the interviewer, whose face visibly tightens with every shout. When the camera pans to Shoto, he offers a small nod, his gaze flickering over to his teammate with a faint smile. I don’t think Bakugou notices.

Kirishima chuckles again, nudging Denki with a grin. “Guess the world wasn’t ready for Bakugou’s brand of heroism.”

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Hours later...

When the official broadcast finally airs, Class 1-A gathers again. The mood is lighter, anticipation buzzing as we all crowd around to see how much of the explosive Bakugou would make it on air.

I suppress a smile as Hanta and Denki burst into laughter, pointing at the screen where Katsuki’s footage has been completely cut out. His outbursts didn’t make the final edit. I glance over at Katsuki, who’s fuming in the corner, muttering curses under his breath. His frustration fills the room like a heavy cloud, but it only adds to the amusement for some.

“Poor Bakugou,” Momo mutters beside me, shaking her head sympathetically. “Not exactly the best way to make a name for himself.”

Midoriya chimes in with a soft comment, “I guess that’s not exactly... All Might-ish.”

I nod quietly in agreement, but my mind keeps drifting. The memory of Aizawa’s visit is still fresh, the snowball fight even more so. The way we danced around each other, the tension between us palpable even when we were surrounded by the class. Momo gave me that same knowing look—the one she gave when she asked if I was in love with Aizawa.

I brushed it off then, but now... now I’m not so sure.

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Aizawa’s POV

I sit at the back of the common room, observing from a distance. Class 1-A’s energy has shifted since the snowball fight. There’s a lightness to them now, but I can sense the undercurrent of something darker. They’re stronger now, more capable, but they’ve seen things no one their age should have to witness.