Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 95: Splashing Secrets

It was one of those rare scorching days at U.A., the kind that made the idea of spending the day in a classroom unbearable. Thankfully, Class 2-A was in for a treat: a trip to the pool. Excitement buzzed through the class as everyone grabbed their towels, ready for a much-needed break.

Of course, Shota was chaperoning.

Now, I’ve seen him in various states of undress before—training, the aftermath of a few intense moments… But this? The sight of him in just swim trunks, casually walking out with that stoic expression of his? That was something else entirely.

My cheeks were already burning, memories of last night flashing through my mind. I could practically still feel the signs of his affection on my skin, hidden beneath my bikini. But as soon as I saw Shota, I knew I wasn’t the only one who might be giving something away.

There, just faintly, were scratch marks running down his back, a subtle reminder of exactly what happened between us. My pulse quickened.

Mailin, get a grip. You’ve seen him in less. You’ve been with him in more intimate ways than this. You can handle this.

But when Shota crossed his arms, muscles flexing slightly as he stood by the side of the pool, it was like everything else vanished. And the worst part? The class was bound to notice too.

I wrapped my towel tighter around me, hoping it would shield me from their eyes. I tried to keep my head down, but the second I stepped into the pool area, I could already feel Mina’s eyes on me.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, pointing directly at me. “Mailin, what are those?”

I froze. “What?”

Mina stepped closer, narrowing her eyes. “Those marks on your shoulders... and your waist... and your thighs... They weren’t there before.”

Kaminari, who was lounging nearby, immediately perked up, looking between me and Mina. “Whoa, no way! Is she right?!”

My heart stopped. I hadn’t even noticed the faint bruises—marks I’d clearly failed to cover up with sunscreen. My face burned brighter than the sun. “It’s nothing,” I muttered, trying to downplay it, but I could already feel the class’s attention shifting toward me.

Jirou crossed her arms, her smirk growing. “You sure, Hoshino? Those look pretty fresh to me.”

I dipped my head lower, sinking deeper into the pool, hoping to escape their scrutiny. “It’s nothing!” I repeated, my voice less convincing.

Mina, ever the detective, leaned in even closer, her grin mischievous. “Wait... Were you with Aizawa-sensei last night?!”

The entire class fell silent. My stomach dropped.

Bakugou, lounging in the shade, scoffed. “Tch, it’s none of our business. Don’t pry into people’s lives, idiots.”

But the damage was already done. Mina’s jaw dropped, and she turned to me, eyes wide. “OH MY GOD. IT IS TRUE, ISN’T IT?”

“Mailin! You gotta tell us what happened!” Kaminari joined in, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I scrambled for a response, desperate to find an excuse. “We were just... training. That’s all.”

“Training?!” Sero chimed in, laughing. “Girl, that doesn’t look like any kind of training I’ve ever seen!”

I felt the weight of their teasing, my cheeks so hot I was sure they were the same color as Kirishima’s hair. My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced toward Shota, hoping he hadn’t heard the commotion. But when I saw him standing by the pool, I realized he had.