You'd just stepped out of the taxi and found yourself in front of an imposing, luxurious building: it almost looked like a castle, so elegant was it. Your first thought was that whoever had booked an evening at such a place, must have spent a fortune, or be truly very rich.
The bodice of your black satin dress—short in the front and with a long train that grazed the floor—was a little too tight around your generous breasts, but you consoled yourself with the thought that, after all, you could bear it for a few hours. The thin heels elongated your figure and highlighted your slender, perfectly manicured feet. The accessories—the small bag, the luminous necklace, and the sparkling earrings—gracefully complemented the rest of the ensemble. Your very long hair, gathered in a high ponytail, swayed elegantly with your every move, while your makeup, meticulous but not excessive, enhanced your features with just the right intensity.
You heard female voices calling you from afar. You turned and immediately recognized Midnight and Mt. Lady running toward you, both gorgeous, elegant, and irresistibly sensual.
Midnight wore a short, tight-fitting dress in a deep purple that accentuated every curve of her body. Her long, loose black hair flowed perfectly down her back to her buttocks, while her knee-high boots added a daring, almost provocative, yet absolutely flawless touch. Mt. Lady, on the other hand, had chosen a different but equally effective look: a pair of black leather trousers, so tight they seemed designed on her, and an elegant white blouse that highlighted her slender figure and confident bearing.
"Tara! Tara, we're here!"
"Oh my God, you look...gorgeous!" Mt. Lady exclaimed, kissing you on the cheek.
"Thanks," you replied shyly.
"Come on, let's go to the other teachers. We're all here, we were just waiting for you!" Midnight murmured, putting her arm around you as usual.
"Be careful tonight, the bad boys are all a bit wound up... hahaha," she went on.
"In what... sense, wound up?"
"In the sense that... they're really happy to have you on their team. In fact, they organized all of this just to give you a proper welcome. Oh, and the principal is here tonight too, so watch out! Hahaha."
You widened your eyes in disbelief. Principal Nezu was the very one who had chosen you for your abilities: you knew perfectly well that, in front of him, you had to maintain a certain composure. All the teachers were standing, impeccably dressed in their dark suits and polished shoes, arranged in a circle with the principal at the center. You and the others, having just arrived, slipped in discreetly to take your places beside them.
They greeted you with warm nods and polite smiles; you responded by raising a hand and offering a shy smile, while a faint sense of bewilderment washed over you. That evening had been organized just for you — and the knowledge that you were the only protagonist made you feel a subtle anxiety: you couldn't allow yourself to make the slightest embarrassment.
All of a sudden, that feeling overwhelmed you once again: those blue eyes — impossibly intense and irresistibly seductive — were fixed on you once more. You gathered a bit of courage and lifted your gaze — and there, right in front of you, stood All Might, or rather Toshinori, immaculate in his electric-blue suit and a red tie that stood out vividly against the whiteness of his shirt. He gave you a slight smile, accompanied by an elegant nod. You returned the gesture, trying to remain calm, but inside you, your heart began to beat faster.
You thought that, despite his fifty-three years, he was still incredibly charming... as sexy as a twenty-year-old. For a moment, a flash of the afternoon just gone by flashed through your mind—the vivid image of him, kneeling right in front of you, licking your juices—and a shiver ran down your spine.
A sudden nudge from Midnight jolted you back to reality. You quickly regained your composure, trying to banish those forbidden yet irresistible thoughts from your mind—at least for that evening.
Meanwhile, Principal Nezu took the floor. With his calm yet authoritative voice, he began to talk about the institute, emphasizing its values and ambitions. Then, with a smile that made your stomach clench with emotion, he turned his attention to you:
— It is with great pleasure that we welcome our new teacher, a professional who has distinguished herself with an exceptional resume and extraordinary talent. —
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as all eyes fell on you. You steeled yourself, took a deep breath, and bowed gracefully, hiding the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you behind a shy smile.
"I assigned you to All Might's side," Principal Nezu continued with a smug smile, "because I believe you possess the mental qualities and composure necessary to face any emergency. But, above all, because I believe a hero of his caliber and importance deserves a worthy companion, capable of understanding and truly supporting him. Congratulations."
His words echoed through the room, sending a shiver through you. Your heart skipped a beat as, instinctively, your gaze sought Toshinori's again. He was there, just a few steps away, with that calm expression and that faint smile that alone was enough to make you lose your balance.
His eyes lingered on you with a slowness that made you hold your breath. They slid for a moment over your breasts, then rose to your lips, finally settling on your face.
Principal Nezu continued speaking with his usual energy, outlining the school's strengths and weaknesses, the latest security measures, and upcoming events.
"But we're certainly not here for a meeting, come on!" he finally exclaimed with a wry smile. "I know I'm a bit verbose, haha! But I also recognize that this evening isn't in my honor. So... let's loosen up a bit and go inside: I'm starving!"
The room filled with laughter, you too couldn't hold back and a smile lit up your face.
You all entered together: the room that greeted you was a blaze of elegance and pomp. Richly laid tables with golden plates reflected the warm light of the chandeliers, and glasses of pre-poured prosecco awaited the guests, releasing a sparkling, sweet aroma that heralded an unforgettable evening.
"Wow! Where did they take us, girls?" Midnight exclaimed, grabbing a glass of prosecco and downing it in one gulp, a mischievous smile lighting up her face.
"Truly incredible," commented Mt. Lady, sitting gracefully in a chair and crossing her legs with effortless elegance. "I just wonder how much they paid to book a place like that."
Midnight laughed, waving lightly. "What does it matter to you? Toshinori and Shota paid anyway. So let's drink, eat, and, above all, have fun!"
You let out a small smile, then sat down next to Mt. Lady, taking a small mirror from the glittering case of your purse. With slow, precise movements, you adjusted your lipstick.
"Can't you see you're a real hottie?" Midnight laughed, making you smile. "You don't need any touch-ups! Here, drink this instead."
She handed you a glass filled with prosecco, the bubbles slowly rising to the rim of the sparkling glass. The girls burst into laughter when they saw you sipping timidly, in small sips, as if you were afraid of making a mess.
"No, no, that's not fair!" Mt. Lady protested, amused. "Come on, hold your nose and gulp it all down!"
You obeyed, amidst general laughter, and with a little effort you managed to finish it in one gulp.
"There, that's how you drink!" Midnight exclaimed, patting you on the shoulder. "What was that scene earlier? You looked like a frightened little bird!"
You felt yourself blush, smiling embarrassedly. "I... I almost never drink..."
"Then tonight's the right time to start," Mt. Lady said, winking at you conspiratorially.
The laughter of your colleagues mingled with the background music, and for a moment you felt lighter, as if the tension of the whole day had melted away in those golden bubbles.
Shota turned to you and, in his calm but firm tone, invited you to join him at the large table reserved for teachers. You stood up with the others and approached, amid the elegant buzz of the room and the scent of wine lingering in the air. You sat almost in the center, with Midnight and Mt. Lady on either side of you, one on your right and one on your left—almost as if they were shielding you, or perhaps framing you.
In front of you, sitting with his usual impeccable composure, was Toshinori. He looked at you discreetly, but in his blue eyes shone that intense, curious light, impossible to ignore. You had the distinct feeling he didn't want to miss a single one of your gestures.
The dishes arrived one after the other, each more refined and inviting than the last: true works of art with intense aromas and sublime flavors. Midnight, between laughs, invited you to toast to each course, and even as you tried to maintain your composure, you felt the gaze you knew all too well on you.
Every time you looked up to check, Toshinori was there, right in front of you, motionless but with a gaze so deep and intense it took your breath away. His every gesture, every faint smile, made you feel like he was slowly undressing you, with just his gaze.
Around mid-evening, when the wine and laughter had made the atmosphere warmer and more relaxed, Shota stood up. With his silent pace, he approached you and placed a chair right behind yours.
"Mr. Eraser Head, this isn't like you... what are you doing here?" Midnight joked, her face flushed and a glass still in her hand. "Can't you see my friend is busy with us?"
Shota gave a barely perceptible smile, the kind that never quite reached his lips but still said more than a thousand words.
"I'm here to ask if you'd like to hang out with me for a moment. Now."
You turned to Midnight; she returned your glance, a wide smile, and a small nod. There wasn't much to understand. You stood up, trying to smooth out your dress with an elegant gesture, but you realized your head was spinning more than you'd expected.
"W-where are we going?" you murmured, accompanying the question with a small sob, the world around you seeming to move a little too quickly.
"Outside," he replied, his voice calm and low. "Come on, I'll take you."
You felt his arm slide naturally around your waist; the warmth and firmness of his touch sent a shiver through you. With his other hand, Shota pushed open the large revolving door and guided you outside, into the cool night air.
Midnight walked ahead of you with light steps, her heels echoing against the marble floor, until she stopped before a great tree whose branches swayed gently in the darkness.
"Is this okay?" she asked, setting the wine glass on the ground.
Shota nodded. At one point, Midnight cupped your face in her hands, smiling. You felt her breath fill your nostrils. Then she gently placed her lips on yours and kissed you. You responded to her kiss with incredible ease, slowly wetting your legs. You had drunk a little too much to even begin asking questions.
Her hands began to touch you everywhere, and you let go, they squeezed your breasts tightly, and you responded to the touch, touching hers too. That kiss was too overwhelming to pass up.
Meanwhile, Shota positioned himself behind her, smiling heartily. You heard the rustle of Midnight's dress moving up and the sound of his belt and zipper... after less than a minute, she started moaning louder than she should, and you realized then that Shota had just shoved it inside her.
"Faster, faster!" she exclaimed, and he obeyed. Meanwhile, Midnight's hand was between your legs, her fingers playing with your clit, and your juices were dripping down to your ankles as you watched them fuck.
"Don't worry, Tara...it'll be your turn later."
After a few minutes, the soft chime of the revolving door rang out into the air, breaking for a moment the silence that lingered over the garden. Instinctively, you lifted your gaze, and your heart skipped a beat: the towering figure stepping out of the building could not be mistaken for anyone else. Toshinori.
At 6'2", he dominated the scene even in the dim light. You thought, for a moment, he hadn't seen you—hidden as you were in the shadows and greenery surrounding the restaurant—but you were wrong.
His shoulders tensed slightly, then you saw him slowly descend the steps, heading straight for you. His gaze was slightly frowning, his lips pursed, yet you recognized something different in his features: a suppressed emotion, a turmoil that the dim lights couldn't hide.
You noticed that he was breathing faster than usual. And that breathing—strong, deep, almost restless—made you realize that yes, he had seen you. And that nothing, from that moment on, would ever be the same again.