Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 93: Rivalry of the Overprotective

Aizawa’s POV

I’ve dealt with new instructors before, but Ryuji Kuroda—this guy—is different. He arrives a few weeks ago as the new combat instructor, and from the moment he steps onto the training grounds, I feel something is off. At first, it’s just his over-the-top charm. Then, it’s his constant hovering around Mailin. Now, it’s the way he touches her, talks to her, like he has some kind of right to her attention.

It’s been getting worse. Today, during combat drills, he crosses every line.

Mailin is sparring with one of her classmates, and Kuroda is standing too close, watching her like she’s the only one on the field. His hand lingers on her back as he “corrects” her stance, his voice low as he praises her.

“You’re really coming along, Mailin,” Kuroda says, his hand sliding down her arm as he leans in close. “I’ve never seen anyone progress this fast.”

She gives him a polite smile, still focused on her training, but it’s his touch—the way his hand stays on her a second too long, the way he leans in like he’s sharing something intimate—that makes my blood boil.

I step forward, my jaw clenched so tight I can feel my teeth grinding. “Kuroda,” I call out, my voice low and dangerous. “I’ll take it from here.”

He turns, that smug grin plastered across his face, but his hand is still on her arm. Still touching her.

“Oh, Aizawa-sensei,” he says far too casually. “Just giving Mailin a few pointers. You’ve got a real star here.”

My eyes lock onto his hand, still resting on her shoulder, and I feel my control slipping. “I said I’ll take it from here.”

Mailin looks between us, her expression confused but clearly sensing the tension. “Aizawa-sensei, is something wrong?”

I force myself to meet her gaze, my voice tight. “Go practice with your classmates, Hoshino. Now.”

She hesitates, her eyes flicking between us, clearly unsure of what’s happening. But she knows better than to question me when I’m like this. “Okay…”

As she walks off, the fire burning inside me grows hotter. I’m not letting this go. Not this time.

Kuroda turns back to me, his hand finally dropping from her shoulder, but that smug look never leaves his face. “You seem tense, Aizawa. Something on your mind?”

I step forward, closing the distance between us. “You’re crossing the line, Kuroda. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

He shrugs, clearly amused by the whole thing. “What, being helpful? Making sure your student reaches her full potential?”

My fists clench at my sides. “Keep your hands off her.”

Kuroda chuckles, his eyes glinting with something sharp. “Why, Aizawa? Are you afraid she might prefer a more... hands-on approach?”

That’s it. I step forward, my voice a growl. “I said, stay away from her.”

Kuroda just smirks, completely unfazed. “She’s not yours, Aizawa. You don’t own her. Maybe she wants someone who isn’t holding her back.”

The possessiveness flares inside me, burning hotter than ever. I’ve kept my feelings for Mailin in check, kept things professional for her sake. But the way Kuroda talks—like she’s something to be claimed—makes me want to put him in his place right here, right now.

Before I can respond, I hear footsteps approaching, and I turn to see Mailin walking back toward us, her face full of concern.

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