Teachers pet (COMPLETE)

Extra Chapter: U.A. Heroes Battle

It is winter break, and Class 1-A is stuck inside the Heights Alliance dorms. Snow is falling heavily outside, covering everything in a white blanket. Some of my classmates are enjoying the wintery scene, like Ochaco and Hagakure, who are building a snowman. Others, like Kaminari and me, are frustrated by how bored we’ve become. We've played the same card games for days, and the excitement has worn thin.

“I can’t take another round of that stupid card game,” I groan, crossing my arms as Kaminari slumps beside me.

“I know, right?” he agrees, slamming his hands onto the couch in exasperation.

“It's important to remember why we’re all stuck in the dorms, Hoshino,” Iida says, ever the voice of reason. He’s been reading a magazine about glasses, and now his serious tone adds to my frustration.

Yaoyorozu interjects, “We’re here because the League of Villains is becoming more aggressive. The faculty wants to ensure our safety. We only get one day off for New Year’s Eve, so we should be thankful.”

I glance over at Kaminari, who looks equally unimpressed with the explanation. “Yeah, yeah. Safety first,” he mutters.

Meanwhile, Kirishima complains about how U.A.’s biggest festival of the year, the New Year’s Eve Festival, was canceled. Mina agrees, as do Aoyama and Sato. I tune out most of the chatter, but when Todoroki joins in, talking about how significant the festival was, I perk up slightly.

Midoriya starts recounting what the festival was like last year, talking about giant hanetsuki, daruma drops, and traditional mochi made by Lunch Rush. It sounds fun, but we can’t do any of it with all this snow. Everyone seems to feel a little down about that.

Then, Mirio shows up—inside the snowman that Ochaco and Hagakure built. The whole class bursts out laughing as he dramatically breaks free from the snowman, covering us in snow in the process.

“I’ve got a surprise for you all!” Mirio says, flashing his signature grin.

As it turns out, he’s brought us a brand-new game: U.A. Heroes Battle, created by the Support Course. It’s a card game where we battle each other using holograms of ourselves. My classmates are instantly hooked, their previous boredom forgotten. Even I find myself curious as Mirio explains how the cards work. Each one represents a student from Class 1-A, with detailed stats and descriptions.

When Mirio demonstrates the game using a “Starforce” card, I watch as a hologram of myself appears on the battle board, showcasing my telekinesis in full glory. It’s surreal seeing my own Quirk used like that.

“I hope this game is as exciting as it looks,” I think to myself as the rules are explained.

Soon, the matches start. Midoriya faces off against Ojiro first, and the whole class gets really into it. Watching the holograms battle is intense, and even though it’s just a game, we all cheer and shout like it’s the real thing.

But then, Mirio announces the next match, and my heart skips a beat.

“Hoshino Mailin versus Aizawa-Sensei!”

The room goes silent for a split second before a wave of excitement ripples through my classmates. My heart races. This is going to be awkward.

I glance at Shota, and he meets my eyes with that calm, unreadable look he always has. It’s still a secret—our relationship—but in this moment, standing across from each other on opposite sides of the game, it feels like the whole world can see the tension between us.

“I’ll try to go easy on you,” Shota says, his tone deadpan, but the faint twitch of his lips gives him away. It’s teasing, but there’s that dangerous glint in his eyes that tells me he’s ready for a real challenge.

I raise an eyebrow, not missing a beat. “Oh? You sure you’re up for it? I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of the whole class.”

His eyes narrow slightly, but there’s an amused gleam in them now. “You’re welcome to try.”

The class whoops at our banter, completely unaware of the underlying heat in our words. To them, it’s just a fun match between teacher and student. But for us, it’s a private challenge—a game within a game.

We both place our cards on the board, and the battle begins. My hologram appears, wielding my telekinesis, while Shota's hologram moves with swift precision, the capture weapon ready to strike. It’s strange watching our avatars battle like this, especially when I can feel his eyes on me, not just the game.

I make the first move, sending debris flying at his hologram, but Shota’s dodges with infuriating ease. His capture weapon lashes out, trying to restrain me, but I counter with a sharp telekinetic push, throwing his avatar off balance.

“Getting sloppy, Sensei?” I tease, my smirk widening as his avatar staggers.

He glances at me, his expression unreadable, but his voice drops just enough for only me to hear. “Don’t let your victory go to your head just yet, Mailin.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, but I keep my face steady. “Oh, I’m not worried.”

The class cheers us on, fully invested in the battle. But all I can focus on is the subtle smile playing at Shota’s lips as he watches the game unfold, like he’s already two steps ahead of me.

“Don’t let your guard down,” he says quietly, his tone dripping with that playful edge that only I seem to notice.

“I won’t,” I reply, my voice steady, but inside, my heart races. He’s enjoying this.

Shota’s hologram moves in for another attack, and this time I use my Quirk to send a flurry of objects toward him. The impact knocks his avatar back, and I smirk, feeling the rush of victory. But then, his hologram disappears in a cloud of smoke.

“What?” I blink, caught off guard.

Before I can react, Shota’s hologram reappears behind mine, using his capture weapon to immobilize me with effortless grace. The class cheers at the sneaky move, and I laugh despite myself. Of course he would pull something like that.

With a swift final move, Shota’s hologram wins the match. The class erupts into applause, and I shake my head, biting back a smile.

“Well played,” I say, my voice dripping with mock resignation as I meet his eyes. “Guess you’re still the teacher.”

He steps closer, just enough so his words reach only me. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replies, his voice low and teasing, just for me. “But you were close, Mailin. Maybe next time.”

I can’t help the smile that breaks through as I look at him, our secret lingering between us like a spark.

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The rest of the night is a blur of laughter and card battles. Midoriya and Bakugo’s match turns into a heated spectacle, and when Bakugo accidentally destroys the battle board, the chaos that ensues is pure 1-A madness.

By the end of it all, Shota implements a strict rule: 1-A is banned from ever playing card games again. But as the night winds down and we all laugh about the day’s events, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment.

Shota catches my eye from across the room, and for just a moment, I allow myself to smile at him. It’s our little secret, but it’s enough to make this winter break one to remember.