Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Chapter 114: The Final Year

Mailin’s POV
Third year hits me harder than I thought it would. Everything feels more intense—the classes, the training, even the time with Shota. I guess it’s because I know the end is near. Graduation is right around the corner, and every day feels like a countdown to leaving UA and stepping into the real world.

But right now, I’m trying to keep up with everything. It’s not easy.

I sit in Recovery Girl’s office, massaging my aching legs after a grueling day of physical training. The final year curriculum is tough—no breaks, no time to catch your breath. But it’s also exciting. There’s a thrill in pushing myself further than I thought I could, and knowing that I’m stronger now than I was even a year ago.

Shota is waiting for me outside the nurse’s office. I can see him leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his hair covering most of his face. He looks as calm as ever, but I can sense his eyes following me as soon as I step out.

"Everything okay?" he asks, his voice low as we start walking toward the dorms.

"Just sore," I reply, glancing up at him. "Nothing too bad."

He gives a small nod, but I know him well enough to see the hint of worry in his eyes. He’s always like this when it comes to my training, even though he knows I can handle it. I reach out, letting my fingers brush against his hand. It’s a subtle gesture, but it’s enough. Enough to remind him that I’m okay. That we’re okay.

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Shota’s POV

The third year is rough on all of them, but especially on Mailin. She’s strong, but the pressure to finish school and balance the wedding plans is taking its toll. I can see it in the way she pushes herself harder during training, in the exhaustion that lingers in her eyes after long days. She’s always been good at handling stress, but this year is different. It’s heavier.

Still, she doesn’t complain. She takes everything in stride, focusing on her goals, on her future. I’m proud of her for that, but part of me wants to step in more, to tell her she doesn’t have to do it all on her own. But I know she wouldn’t appreciate that. She wants to be strong. She is strong.

The wedding is another thing entirely. We’ve got most of the details locked in now—the venue, the rings, even the guest list. We’ve been sneaking in planning between her classes and my teaching. It’s strange sometimes, the way our lives have blended together so seamlessly. She’ll be sitting in the common area with her friends, talking about battle strategies or new hero techniques, and the next minute, we’re discussing seating arrangements and floral centerpieces.

But no matter how chaotic things get, it’s worth it. Every time I look at her, every time she gives me that smile that only I get to see, I know it’s worth it.

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Mailin’s POV

The days fly by in a blur. One minute, I’m sitting in class, scribbling notes while trying to keep my mind from drifting to wedding plans. The next, I’m in the gym, my body aching as I push myself through another intense training session. It feels like I’m constantly running on adrenaline, trying to keep up with everything. But somehow, I manage.

In the quieter moments, when it’s just me and Shota, everything feels...right. Like all the chaos around us fades, and it’s just the two of us. We’ve been spending more time together, talking about the future. About what life will be like after graduation, after we’re married. It’s scary, but also exciting.

"I can’t believe it’s almost over," I say one night, lying next to Shota on the couch in his apartment. We’re supposed to be working on finalizing the wedding details, but instead, we’ve just been sitting in comfortable silence.