Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 88: Distractions and Demands

Aizawa’s POV

The stack of papers in front of me feels like it’s never-ending. Midterms, quizzes, assignments—it’s all piling up. I try to focus, keeping my mind sharp as I sift through the answers, red pen in hand, marking mistakes and leaving notes for improvement. But it’s getting harder to concentrate. And it’s not because of the workload.

It’s her.

Mailin.

She’s sitting across from me, lounging on the couch with a book in hand, pretending to be absorbed in whatever she’s reading. But I know better. Every now and then, I catch her glancing at me over the top of the pages, her lips quirking into a smile. She’s up to something—I can feel it.

I try to ignore the way she shifts, her body stretching out, her legs moving just a little too slowly, too purposefully. It’s... distracting. But I won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

I mark another answer wrong, my pen scratching across the paper a little harder than necessary. I won’t let her get to me. Not this time.

“You’ve been grading for hours,” she says suddenly, her voice soft but with that hint of playfulness I’ve come to recognize. “Don’t you ever take a break?”

“I don’t need one,” I reply, keeping my voice steady, my eyes on the papers in front of me. “I need to get through these before tomorrow.”

Mailin hums softly, and I can hear the amusement in her tone. “You work too hard, Shota.”

I grit my teeth, trying to focus on the next quiz. “It’s part of the job.”

The sound of her book closing makes me look up, and there she is, standing beside the couch now, stretching her arms above her head in a way that’s far too casual. My eyes flicker to the way her shirt rides up just slightly, revealing a sliver of skin.

Damn it.

“I think you deserve a break,” she says, her voice lower, sultry even, as she moves closer, each step deliberate. I can feel her eyes on me, watching, waiting.

“I’m fine,” I say, though the words don’t sound nearly as convincing as I’d like. I pick up another paper, forcing myself to read the words on the page, but they blur together. She’s too close now.

She leans over the table, resting her hands on the edge, her face inches from mine. Her breath is warm against my skin, and I feel the heat crawling up my neck. I force myself to keep my eyes on the papers, but it’s impossible to ignore her.

“You’re tense,” she says softly, her voice teasing. “Maybe I can help... you know, relax a little?”

My grip tightens around the pen, and I have to fight the urge to close my eyes and let out a breath. She’s doing this on purpose, and she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Mailin,” I warn, my voice rougher than intended. “I’m busy.”

She doesn’t back off. Of course, she doesn’t.

Instead, she leans in closer, her lips hovering just above my ear. “You don’t seem busy,” she whispers, her breath sending shivers down my spine. “You seem... distracted.”

I swallow hard, my body tensing as her fingers lightly brush against my arm, trailing down to my hand. “Mailin,” I say again, but it’s weaker this time, less of a warning and more of a plea.

She grins, knowing she’s got me right where she wants me. “Come on, Shota. You’ve been working for hours. Don’t I deserve a little attention?”

I close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady myself, but all I can feel is her—her presence, her warmth, the way her voice wraps around me like a temptation I can’t resist. I can’t let her win this time. I can’t.