Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 113: Time Flies

Mailin’s POV

The months blur together as my second year rushes by, faster than I expected. It feels like I’m constantly juggling school, training, and wedding plans, but somehow, I love it. Every moment is a step closer to graduation—and to becoming Shota’s wife.

Sitting in class, I try to focus on Present Mic’s lecture about rescue techniques, but my mind drifts. The list of things still left to plan for the wedding swirls in my thoughts. The venue, the flowers, the rings… I bite my lip, trying not to feel overwhelmed. There’s so much to do, and even though Shota keeps reminding me that we have time, I can’t help but feel the pressure.

I glance over at Shota, who’s standing near the back of the room, his arms crossed as he watches the class. His expression is calm, but I can feel the weight of his gaze when it lands on me. The corner of his mouth twitches, almost like he knows what I’m thinking. Of course, he does. He always does.

After class, I head straight to the training grounds. Today’s exercise involves using our Quirks to deflect incoming projectiles. It’s not too difficult, but as I raise my hand to send a wave of telekinetic energy toward the first set of targets, I feel a familiar tug in my chest. I push harder, focusing on controlling the objects with precision. The targets shatter mid-air, and I feel a small surge of pride.

"Good work, Mailin."

I turn at the sound of Shota’s voice. He’s walking toward me, his expression as neutral as ever, but there’s a softness in his eyes that only I can see. It sends a little thrill through me.

"Thanks," I reply, brushing a strand of hair out of my face, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. No matter how much time passes, the way he looks at me always does that.

He steps closer, lowering his voice so only I can hear. "You’re getting stronger."

The words are simple, but coming from him, they mean everything. I smile, trying to suppress the butterflies in my stomach. "You think so?"

Shota nods, and for a brief moment, his hand brushes against mine, sending a spark through me. It’s quick, barely noticeable to anyone watching, but it’s enough to make my heart race. It’s moments like these, the quiet, subtle ones, that make everything feel real.

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Shota’s POV

I watch her from across the classroom, my eyes following her movements, her focus shifting in and out of the lesson. She’s distracted today, and I know exactly why. The wedding. It’s been on her mind constantly, even when she tries to pretend it isn’t. I can see the way her brow furrows slightly when she thinks I’m not looking, her teeth catching her bottom lip as she mentally goes through the checklist of things we still need to do.

She’s trying so hard to balance everything—school, training, wedding planning—but I can see the strain it’s starting to put on her. It’s a lot for anyone, let alone someone her age. But Mailin has always been strong, stronger than most people realize. That’s one of the reasons I fell for her in the first place.

Still, I hate seeing her so overwhelmed.

After the class ends, I make my way to the training grounds, watching her as she uses her telekinesis to control the projectiles with precision. I’ve seen her struggle with this kind of exercise before, but today, she’s focused—determined. And when she shatters the targets in a single move, I can’t help the swell of pride in my chest.

"Good work, Mailin," I say, keeping my voice neutral. But when she turns to look at me, the way her green eyes light up, the slight flush on her cheeks… it’s like a punch to my gut every time.

I step closer, keeping my voice low, just for her. "You’re getting stronger."

She smiles, that soft, genuine smile that always gets to me. I let my hand brush against hers, a fleeting touch that no one else notices, but the connection is enough. Enough to remind me of why all this is worth it.

Later, as we’re walking back to the dorms, she brings up the wedding plans again.

"We still need to pick a venue," she says, her voice thoughtful but a little anxious. "I was thinking maybe somewhere outdoors, with lots of flowers. What do you think?"

I glance over at her, watching as she twists a strand of her golden hair around her finger, clearly trying to gauge my reaction.

"It sounds beautiful," I say, meaning it. But then I add, "Whatever you want is fine with me."

She gives me a look, her eyebrows raising slightly. "You always say that. Don’t you have any preferences?"

I shrug. "I have one preference," I say, stopping to face her fully. "That you’re there."

Her eyes widen slightly at my words, and for a moment, I can see the emotions flicker across her face—surprise, affection, maybe a little bit of embarrassment. She’s so easy to read when it’s just the two of us.

She looks down at her feet, trying to hide her smile. "You’re too good at this, you know."

I smirk, reaching out to tilt her chin up so she’s looking at me again. "At what?"

"At making me feel like the most important person in the world."

"That’s because you are," I say softly, leaning in just enough that our foreheads touch.

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Mailin’s POV

My heart skips a beat when he says it, his forehead resting against mine. I close my eyes, letting the warmth of his words sink in. Moments like this make everything else fade away—the stress, the planning, the pressure of balancing school and my future. It all melts when I’m with him.

"I love you," I whisper, my voice barely audible. But I know he hears it. He always hears me.

Shota pulls back slightly, just enough to look me in the eyes again. His gaze is so intense, so full of everything I feel but can’t always put into words. "I love you too."

For a moment, we just stand there, the world around us fading into the background. It’s just us, and in that moment, nothing else matters.