Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 80: Battle Against the Monster

Mailin’s POV

The battlefield is chaos, but I can’t afford to let fear take control. Not now. Not when Shota is out there, fighting with everything he has to keep us alive.

I can see him standing firm, his Erasure locked on Tomura, the strain evident in the tightness of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders. He’s been holding out for so long, pushing himself beyond his limits, and every second feels like a ticking clock.

My heart races, but I shove the fear aside. I have to stay focused.

When Tomura charges at Shota, time slows down for a heartbeat. I see his eyes widen, and a surge of panic shoots through me. Without thinking, I throw out my hands, using my telekinesis to hurl a slab of concrete into Tomura’s path, slowing him down just long enough for Rock Lock and Gran Torino to step in and defend Shota.

But it’s not enough.

Tomura is relentless, stronger than I ever imagined. His movements are almost inhuman, and despite the best efforts of the heroes, he keeps coming. I can see Shota struggling to keep his eyes open, to maintain his Erasure. Manual is at his side, wetting his eyes, and I can feel the tension in the air. He’s doing everything he can, but I know him too well. He’s reaching his limit.

“Stay with me,” I whisper under my breath, as if my words alone could give him strength.

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Aizawa’s POV

Everything hurts. My leg is twisted, my eyes burn, and the weight of the battle presses down on me like a vice. But I can’t falter. Not with Mailin so close, not with my students depending on me.

I feel her presence nearby, and I catch glimpses of her in the corner of my eye—using her telekinesis to shield us, to push back the debris and slow Tomura’s relentless attacks. The sight of her, fighting so fiercely, fills me with a mixture of pride and fear. She’s strong, but I can’t help the gnawing terror that something could happen to her.

Tomura’s movements are too quick, too powerful, and every second I keep my Erasure on him feels like a battle within itself. But I have to keep going. I can’t let him reach her. I can’t let him reach any of them.

For a moment, I look toward her, and our eyes meet. In that second, I know she feels it too—the weight of everything, the unspoken fear that we might not make it out of this.

But she doesn’t back down. She stands her ground, her eyes glowing faintly as she telekinetically hurls a piece of debris at Tomura, knocking him off balance. It’s enough for me to catch my breath, but it won’t be enough to stop him.

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Mailin’s POV

I can see the toll this is taking on Shota, but I can’t let myself panic. I won’t let him do this alone.

Tomura’s strength is terrifying. He moves like a predator, fast and calculating, and it feels like every move we make is just barely keeping him at bay. When Ryukyu and Endeavor are knocked aside, my heart seizes in my chest, but I don’t let it show. I need to be strong, for Shota, for everyone.

I throw another telekinetic wave toward Tomura, but it’s like pushing against a wall. He barely even flinches. My powers aren’t enough to stop him, but I can slow him down, buy us time.

Then I hear it—Shota’s voice, hoarse and strained as he yells at Tomura. “You won’t touch them. I won’t let you.”

My chest tightens. I know what this fight means to him. His students, his sense of duty—it’s all intertwined. But I can see the pain in his eyes, the exhaustion. He’s holding on by a thread, and I can’t bear the thought of him breaking.

I surge forward, placing myself closer to him, ready to defend him with everything I have. “You’re not doing this alone, Shota,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “I’m here.”

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Aizawa’s POV

She’s too close to me now, too close to the danger. My protective instincts flare, but I know Mailin won’t leave my side. She’s stubborn, just like I am.

Tomura’s relentless charge toward me is interrupted when Deku and Bakugo burst onto the scene, throwing themselves into the fray with reckless abandon. It’s a blur of movement—Deku using Blackwhip, Bakugo unleashing explosions—but my focus is on Mailin. I need to know she’s safe.

“Stay back,” I manage to say, but she just shakes her head, her eyes fierce with determination.

“I’m not leaving you,” she replies, her voice steady despite the chaos around us.

Before I can argue, Deku and Bakugo manage to push Tomura back, giving us a moment to breathe. But it’s not over. Not by a long shot.

Tomura recovers too quickly, and the air around us crackles with tension as he charges at us again. I can feel the fear bubbling up inside me. Not for myself—but for her. For them. My students. Mailin.

I won’t let him take them from me.

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Mailin’s POV

Everything happens in a blur. Deku and Bakugo manage to hold Tomura off for a moment, but I can see the exhaustion on everyone’s faces. We’re all pushing ourselves to the limit, but it feels like Tomura is unstoppable.

I glance at Shota, my heart pounding in my chest. He’s giving everything he has, but I can see the cracks forming. His leg is twisted, his body battered, and I know he won’t last much longer.

Then Tomura’s attention shifts. He locks eyes with Shota, and I know what’s coming. He’s going to make a move, and this time, it’s aimed directly at him.

No.

Without thinking, I throw myself forward, using every ounce of telekinetic power I have to form a barrier between Shota and Tomura. It won’t hold for long, but it’s enough to give him a chance to recover, to get out of the way.

“Mailin!” he shouts, his voice filled with panic, but I don’t back down. I can’t. I won’t let him be the one to fall.

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Aizawa’s POV

My heart clenches as I see her form a barrier between me and Tomura. She’s protecting me, but the fear that she’s putting herself in harm’s way is almost too much to bear.

“Mailin!” I call out, but she doesn’t move. Her focus is entirely on keeping that barrier up, on holding Tomura back. But I can see it in her face—the strain, the exhaustion. She’s pushing herself too far.

I won’t let her break.

I won’t lose her.

The moment Tomura breaks through her barrier, I’m there, my capturing weapon wrapping around her, pulling her back to safety. She stumbles into my arms, and I hold her tight, my chest heaving with the weight of my fear.

“You can’t keep doing that,” I mutter, my voice rough with emotion.

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with the same stubborn determination I’ve come to know so well. “Neither can you.”

And in that moment, I know we’re in this together. No matter how dangerous it gets, no matter how many times we’re knocked down, we’ll keep fighting.

For each other.