The next morning, the atmosphere at U.A. was anything but calm.
That morning, you'd woken up with a hangover headache, your mind still caught up in the previous evening. On one hand, you could still hear Toshinori's deep, impatient voice echoing inside you: "You're mine now," along with the memory of his enormous cock in your mouth. On the other, you couldn't shake the pleasure and desire you'd felt with Midnight and Mt. Lady.
As you walked down the corridor that separated Class 1-A from the teachers' lounge and got ready for today's class, you thought that you had really wasted a lot of time choosing what to wear that morning. In the end, you'd opted for a pair of very tight jeans, which showed off your breathtaking curves, and a cropped white T-shirt that barely exposed your midriff. Your white heels, along with the large bag you were carrying, echoed down the hallway.
When you entered the staff room, the air immediately thickened.
You saw Toshinori sitting behind his desk, his shoulders stiff in his Muscle Form and his gaze fixed on some papers he wasn't actually reading. To his right, the principal Nezu was illustrating and explaining the main points of the speech, while to his left sat a figure you hadn't seen at dinner the night before, but you knew very well from television programs: the number two hero, Endeavor.
You managed to catch part of their discussion about training strategies and the various Quirks of the 1-A class… but it only took one step from you for all three of them to stop talking for a moment.
You felt their gazes settle on you: Toshinori's, his eyes devouring you, restrained and jealous; the principal's, warm and kind; and finally Endeavor's, intrigued by this new figure he'd never seen before. You greeted all three of them professionally, while you fixed your hair with a slow, sensual gesture, pretending not to notice anything… but deep down you knew exactly what was happening.
You managed to notice Midnight sitting a short distance from their desk. As soon as she saw you, she stood up and walked over to you—sexy and radiant—giving you a knowing look.
"Careful, baby," she murmured with a smirk. "You're playing with fire today. Literally."
You gave a small smile, continuing to stroke your hair. Her gaze changed, becoming darker.
"Have you met Endeavor yet?" she asked.
"No, not yet. Can you introduce me to him?"
"Sure…but be careful: he's married with four kids. He only occasionally goes out with Mt. Lady for a quick fuck, but no one knows. Keep your eyes peeled, okay?"
You nodded and took courage.
"Dear Endevour, or should I say Enji," Midnight sighed, approaching him: "Meet the new heroic strategy teacher. Tara Shimura."
He turned to you, his blue eyes determined and penetrating: "Nice to meet you. I hear you have a pretty good resume. You've raised expectations quite a bit."
Your cheeks flushed a deep red as you realized Toshinori was less than a meter away from you and his gaze shifted from your breasts to your eyes. You gave a small nod, very calmly: "Let's hope we don't disappoint them, then."
Midnight positioned herself between you and him: "You know how to recognize talent, right, Enji?"
He raised his eyebrow slightly, puffed out his chest: "Let's just say I recognize determination. Especially in someone who walks into a room and changes the atmosphere."
You returned your gaze to Toshinori, the number one hero, who was pretending to read and sort some papers. He was listening.
"So, from what I see, the atmosphere should be in your favor... I suppose." You replied, leaning on the desk with one leg.
There was a half-silence, a sharp one. The principal smiled slightly. Endevour looked you in the eye this time, suppressing a smile. "I see you choose your words well."
Toshinori stood up and approached you, placing the papers down with too much precision.
"Are you making plans for tonight? We can go out after class if you want. So… let's pick up where we left off from yesterday."
The pause spoke louder than the sentence itself. You looked at Mt. Lady and Midnight.
"I don't think so, unfortunately. I have family commitments," Endevour (Enji) thundered, continuing to look you in the eye.
Midnight leaned against the doorframe, amused: "Too bad. It would have been an… enlightening evening!"
You replied calmly, in a warm voice: "I'm in. But I was thinking… why don't we organize something with the kids in 1A and 1B, too?"
The question fell to the center of the table.
"You know, that's a great idea! Yes, I'll take care of organizing it!" the principal exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, already with his phone in hand to book. "Just let me know how many people there are, okay? Now, get to class!"
Enji turned to you, sighing: "Maybe… I could free myself. For a short time, though. Something quick. And very professional."
His gaze on you, however, was far from professional. And Toshinori noticed. With a step forward, he was already close to you, then another, until he was brushing your elbow. You felt the heat of his enormous body on your skin. Without looking at you, he wrapped his arm around your waist, possessive but composed.
"So, it's settled. Let's meet right there, okay?" the latter asked, his tone low and polite. Your heart was in seventh heaven.
"I haven't confirmed anything yet," Endevour replied, meeting his fiery gaze behind the politeness.
"No one…no one has confirmed anything. We're just…assessing. We'll talk to the guys and then we'll make plans." You said without moving, feeling the weight of Toshinori's arm wrap around you like a blanket.
"Perfect. Feel free to consider, but be quick. The principal needs to book, and we need to know the number of seats." Midnight murmured.
Toshinori tightened his arm around your waist a little more. You looked up, but he was too busy looking Enji in the eyes, more serious than usual.
The bell rang, and class began.
*
That evening, you arrived at the pizzeria ten minutes early, accompanied by Midnight and Mt. Lady. Your heels struck a steady rhythm on the marble floor, attracting the attention of everyone nearby. The black dress you were wearing, low-cut and fitted in just the right places, opened into a short skirt that revealed your smooth legs, illuminated by the soft lights of the room. A light jacket rested slightly on your shoulders, and a line of dark lipstick traced an enigmatic smile on your lips. Your every step seemed calculated, every movement a silent invitation. You were drawing everyone's attention—and you knew it.
Before you lay a very long wooden table that bisected the room. On one side were the professors' seats, each marked with a name tag; on the other, the rest of the table was reserved for students. The staff offered you a glass of prosecco to while away the time.
Within fifteen minutes, the room filled up: students began arriving one after another. You recognized Bakugo, Midoriya, Uraraka... then, in quick succession, everyone else. Voices multiplied, chairs shuffled back and forth, and the atmosphere quickly became lively and noisy.
The doorbell rang, and the atmosphere in the room changed imperceptibly as Toshinori entered with Endeavor and the principal. His presence alone was enough to capture everyone's attention. You were already sitting in your seat, expecting Midnight and Mt. Lady to sit next to you, but Toshinori walked ahead of them with a determined, controlled pace, stopping just to your right. He sat down calmly, but his movements revealed a natural authority.
"May I, Miss?" he asked in a low, deep voice, without needing to look at you for too long: the tilt of his head was enough to let you know he was paying attention to you.
"Yes, of course," you replied, trying to keep your tone neutral.
His lips quirked slightly in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He leaned toward you, close enough to make the air between you vibrate.
"I promise to behave... maybe." You held your breath for a moment.
Your heart skipped a beat before returning to normal. The two of you looked at each other so intently…you bit your lower lip, trying not to stare at him for too long.
To your left sat Mt. Lady, and next to her sat Midnight, already with the menu in hand and an amused look on her face.
Suddenly, Mineta, Bakugo, and Iida stood in front of you. Mineta's eyes widened as soon as he saw you, and he nodded widely, as if you'd been partners forever.
"Hey! Hey! Sensei! I'll tell you one thing: Bakugo has fallen in love with you!"
Bakugo jumped up, grabbing him by the collar: "What the fuck are you talking about, you idiot?"
Mineta raised his hands, looking sly: "Yes! Yes, no point in hiding it. I heard you when you told Kirishima!"
A sudden blush appeared on young Bakugo's cheeks, before he burst into rage: "I'll kill you, you idiot!"
Two chairs away, Kirishima coughed embarrassedly: "Me? I didn't…let's forget it, okay?"
You smiled, shaking your head. Bakugo had turned to you, perhaps worried about your abrupt reaction, but you gave him amused eyes. "Come on, guys, stop it, don't be such brats."
The tension of that moment soon subsided into a general outburst of laughter. The waiters quickly arrived, setting down bottles and glasses, and the dim lighting calmed everyone's spirits. Your heart was pounding, and Toshinori's scent, delicate yet exquisite, had reached your nostrils. You sensed his presence, his powerful, bulky physique invading his entire chair, including your space. At a certain point, you felt the back of his hand lightly brush your thigh, slowly moving up to your core. A shiver ran down your spine.
"Have you already decided what to get?" he asked in a low voice, just at you.
"I'm… I'm considering. I like to choose… calmly…"
He smiled, while his fingers worked their way between the fabric of your thong and your pussy, gently playing with your clit.