Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 76: Silent Recognition

Mailin’s POV

The classroom hums with energy as we gather to showcase the skills we’ve honed during our work studies. It’s like we’re all trying to outshine each other—not in a competitive way, but out of a collective desire to show how much we’ve grown. The buzz of excitement is infectious, and even though there have been whispers and glances in the hallways, I refuse to let them distract me. Today is about progress. Today is about strength.

“All right, class! Let’s keep the energy high!” All Might’s voice booms through the room, his enthusiasm as contagious as ever. “It’s time to see what you’ve all accomplished!”

Yuga is first, of course, dazzling everyone with his new Navel Saber. His beams slice through villain bots effortlessly, and the class cheers him on. Everyone seems to have leveled up over the break—Toru warps Yuga’s light, bending it toward her targets, and Mina follows up with her new Acidman move, which earns her a round of applause.

As my classmates continue to show their improvements, I feel the familiar weight of the scarf Aizawa gave me around my neck. It’s a subtle reminder of him, grounding me even though he isn’t here right now. My training with Mirko has been intense, and I’m ready to prove just how much stronger I’ve become.

When All Might calls my name, I step forward, the eyes of my classmates on me. I take a deep breath, my heart racing with excitement. This is my moment.

I focus on the line of villain bots in front of me. My eyes glow faintly as I reach out with my mind, feeling the energy shift around me. With a flick of my wrist, I send all the bots soaring into the air, holding them there with perfect precision. My classmates gasp as I twist and turn the bots mid-air, spinning them in intricate patterns before slamming them into the ground in one fluid motion.

For a moment, there’s silence, and then the room erupts with cheers.

“Whoa, Mailin! That was awesome!” Denki’s voice cuts through the noise, his enthusiasm as bright as always.

“You’ve gotten so much stronger!” Momo beams, her eyes shining with pride.

I smile, the satisfaction of their praise warming me. Every grueling day of training with Mirko, every moment of pushing myself harder, has paid off. I glance toward where Aizawa would normally stand, and even though he’s not here, I know he’ll watch the recording later. He’ll see what I’ve achieved. And in my heart, I know he’ll be proud.

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Aizawa’s POV

In the quiet of the teacher’s dorm, I sit at my desk, the screen in front of me playing back the day’s training footage. The students have all come a long way, but one performance stands out more than the others. Mailin.

Her control has become impeccable, her power refined. She handles her telekinesis with such finesse that it’s almost mesmerizing to watch. And as she stands there, strong and composed, I can’t help the small surge of pride that rises within me. She’s pushing herself, just like I always knew she could.

I replay the footage, watching her move the villain bots with ease. The connection we share... it’s not a distraction for her. It’s become a source of strength. The relationship we’re navigating might be unconventional, but it’s not holding her back—it’s pushing her forward.

Just as I’m about to rewatch the footage again, there’s a knock at the door. Hizashi steps in, his expression unusually serious.

“Shota, we’ve got a situation with Eri.”

My heart tightens, and I’m on my feet before he can explain further. “What’s wrong?”

“Her horn... it’s glowing. Mirio and Tamaki are with her, but she’s in pain.”

Without another word, I grab my scarf and head for Eri’s room, thoughts of everything else immediately pushed aside.

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Mailin’s POV

Just as the showcase ends, and the excitement starts to die down, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I glance at the screen—Aizawa’s name flashes across it.

Aizawa: “Eri’s not feeling well. Come to the dorms.”

Worry stirs in my chest, and I quickly gather my things before heading for the teachers' dorms. Eri has been doing well recently, but the thought of her in pain makes my heart race.

When I arrive, I find Aizawa already by Eri’s side, his Quirk active as he keeps her powers under control. Her small form is trembling slightly, and her horn is glowing faintly. Mirio and Tamaki stand by, watching anxiously, while Nejire gently strokes Eri’s hair, trying to soothe her.

I kneel beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, Eri. I’m here.”

Her tear-filled eyes meet mine, and she sniffles. “Mailin...”

I smile softly at her. “It’s okay. We’re going to help you, alright?” I give her a reassuring smile, though my heart aches seeing her like this.

Aizawa looks at me over Eri’s head, his usual calm demeanor in place, though I can see the worry in his eyes. I meet his gaze, and without words, we communicate the same thought: we’ll get her through this.

I stay by Eri’s side, soothing her as Aizawa keeps his Erasure on, preventing her horn from flaring any further. After a while, her horn dims, and she settles down, exhaustion overtaking her.

“She’s alright now,” Aizawa murmurs, running his hand gently through her hair as she drifts off to sleep.

I watch him, feeling a warmth settle over me. This is the man I love—the protector, the one who keeps us all safe. And in moments like these, I can’t help but fall for him even more.

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Aizawa’s POV

Mailin kneels beside Eri, her presence immediately calming the little girl. I keep my Erasure activated, holding Eri’s power at bay, but seeing how much Mailin’s presence comforts her only solidifies something I’ve known for a while now. This woman, the one I’ve grown closer to over the past few months, is someone I trust completely—with Eri, with everything.

Eri’s breathing steadies as her horn dims, and exhaustion finally overtakes her. I brush a hand through her hair, feeling the tension slowly drain from the room.

“She’s okay now,” I murmur, watching her eyelids flutter closed as she falls asleep.

Mailin watches her for a moment, then turns her gaze to me. There’s warmth in her eyes, a quiet understanding that doesn’t need words. And in this moment, I’m reminded once again why I can’t imagine my life without her.