After a couple of hours, things calmed down.
Everyone was unusually quiet, but you couldn't help but look at Midnight and wonder why she was so cold to you lately. All evening, she hadn't deigned to look at you, or say a word. So, you stood up, still without your panties on, and approached her with a determined stride, speaking in a calm, even tone:
"Nemuri…can I talk to you for a moment?"
She barely looked up from the cell phone she was clutching in her hands: "Sure, Tara. Tell me, what is it?"
"For days now, you've seemed…different. Cold, almost annoyed every time I talk to you. Did I do or say something that bothered you?"
Midnight smiled, but her smile was strained. "No, there's nothing special. You're just getting the wrong ideas, that's all."
Toshinori, who had remained on the sidelines until then, spoke in a low but firm tone. "I wouldn't say so. It seems pretty clear to me that the situation bothers you, Nemuri."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "And what do you mean, exactly?"
"That you're jealous," he replied, crossing his arms. "Not of Tara herself... but of the fact that I'm fucking her and not you. And that's eating you up."
"Jealous?" Midnight replied, laughing bitterly. "Don't make me laugh, Toshinori. I just find this... exclusivity you've built around yourself irritating. As if only she deserves your attention, as if the rest of us don't matter."
Toshinori took a step forward, his gaze suddenly hard. "Nemuri, you'd better not overstep your bounds. It's none of your business how I handle my relationships with others. And if anyone has something to say, it's Tara, not you."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to interfere in your business," she replied, crossing her arms. "But perhaps you should remember that we work together, and certain preferences are noticeable."
"That's enough," you said finally, your voice firm. "I don't want you two to fight over me. If there's a problem, we solve it by talking, not by blaming each other."
Toshinori looked away, while Nemuri sighed and pretended to smile, but her gaze still betrayed something unresolved.
Nemuri crossed her arms again and spoke in a calm but pointed tone. "You know, Toshinori, it's not just about you and Tara. Aizawa wanted to fuck her too, but ever since you grounded her that time, he's been staying away. As if you decided who can be around her and who can't."
Toshinori stiffened. "That's not the point."
"Oh yes, it is," she insisted. "Tara isn't just yours, Toshinori. In our group, there's no exclusivity. We're colleagues, friends... not a closed circle where you make the rules."
The silence that followed was heavy as stone. Toshinori clenched his jaw, then grabbed his jacket from the grass. "You know what? I don't feel like discussing this nonsense."
"Tosh—" you tried to say, but he was already heading for the car.
You followed him without thinking. The air outside was cool, but the tension between the two of you was still palpable.
You walked in silence for a while, until he spoke, his voice tense. "Nemuri has crossed the line. Always butting in, judging. I can't stand her when she's like that."
He was silent for a moment, then added, more softly: "You... it's not something I have to do with it. It's just that I care about you, more than I probably should. And when someone tries to intrude on us, it bothers me. I don't want anyone to make you feel guilty for something you didn't do."
"I know..." you said, "but really, I don't want you to fight over me..."
"I always have to be in control of what I like. It's not a question of exclusivity. When I told you a few days ago you were mine, I wasn't kidding."
You looked up at him. He continued, "I'm crazy about you, Tara. You're very beautiful, I've liked you since the first time I saw you. We're free to do what we want, right? I enjoy fucking you, you're a special woman and I want to get to know you better…you know? I would like you to be my companion…"
Your cheeks flushed, and you lowered your gaze timidly. You didn't know what to say, so you chose silence.
After a few minutes, Toshinori parked the car right in front of your door. After a few goodbyes, you headed to your apartment, knowing that you were off work the next day and could take it easier.
***
The next morning, you woke up at nine. Finally, after several days of interrupted sleep, you felt more rested than ever. For this reason, you immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After several yawns and trying to keep your eyes open, you realized that your house was…literally a mess! The laundry basket full of clothes to wash, rags left haphazardly in the shower, mountains of cotton shirts and trousers to iron... in short, you sighed and decided to dedicate that morning solely and exclusively to household chores.
You started washing the dishes, and as you soaped the sponge and your hands got wet under the running water, the words Toshinori had told you the previous evening suddenly came back to you.
He liked you. You were sure of that. And the fact that he wanted to get to know you better... but for something more serious? A million questions suddenly flashed through your mind, questions like: "I'm 18 years younger than him... will I live up to his expectations?" And "will he be one of mine?", or "I wonder how we'll maintain a good work-life balance", and again: "What do I feel for him, exactly?"
It wasn't love yet, obviously; it was too early to call it that. You probably felt something, but you weren't sure what. For you, Toshinori possessed so many positive qualities, and every word he said carried special weight. He was the hero every woman wanted by her side, the strongest of all and, if you really wanted to be honest, also terribly charming. (You only realized after you'd finished the last glass that you were smiling like an idiot.)
"I need to figure out what I want from him… what I feel." He deserved it. He deserved your attention, your time, your body, your laughter… he was the right man for you, the one who made you laugh, feel emotions, excite you… but you felt the need to really understand what you could offer him in return. You needed to think, to put the pieces back in order. So you decided that, for a while, you would avoid going out with colleagues at night. A week, maybe ten days, would be enough to clear your head.
Yes, it would have really done you good to unplug a bit, talk about it with your colleagues, ask anyone who could give you advice. You had to play that game carefully: there was no turning back now.
That week, lessons followed one after another: together with Toshinori, you illustrated to the class all the possible heroic strategies to adopt in the event of war, terrorist attacks, or natural disasters.
Every now and then, you felt his passionate eyes on you, on your breasts, along with a few slaps on your huge ass without the students noticing. You often bit your lower lip when he talked to a colleague or smiled at that Midoriya; you liked to sneak glances at him while he was busy doing something else. You wanted to be dominated by that powerful physique, by that imposing height… you would have done anything to have it put in your pussy continuously. The invitations to parties came one after another, but you, as you had promised yourself that morning at home, said no to all of them, making up one excuse after another: you needed to be alone and take some time to figure out what you really wanted.
Well, one afternoon came when Principal Nezu called you and the other teachers to a post-class meeting, the so-called "after school." You absolutely didn't want to go, but you plucked up the courage and went anyway. Everyone was there, including Recovery Girl, and as soon as the principal entered the room, the meeting began immediately.
Nezu, sitting in the center of the table, scrolled through some slides on the screen behind him. The graphs showed campus maps, surveillance zones, and timelines of the latest incidents recorded during training.
"As you know," he began in his calm but careful voice, "Class 1-A's recent exercises have attracted more attention than expected. Student activity outside the controlled area has increased, and according to security reports, several drones have detected unidentified presences near the school perimeter."
Some of the teachers exchanged tense glances. Aizawa leaned forward, briefly meeting your gaze. Then he lowered his eyes, studying the graphs. Midnight drummed her fingers on the table, silent.
Nezu continued: "It's clear we need to review security protocols and strengthen external surveillance patrols. But I'd like to hear your opinions... especially All Might's."
All eyes turned to Toshinori. Sitting a little further away, he seemed absorbed in his data, but the request made him suddenly stand up from his seat.
"Well, Principal," he began in a low voice, "I think it's important not only to increase security, but also to prepare the students to handle the unexpected. The students in Class 1-A are talented, but they still lack real-world experience. We could organize emergency drills, simulated but more realistic."
Nezu nodded, interested. "A pragmatic approach. Training for the crisis instead of limiting it, interesting. However..."—he paused briefly, hinting at a wry smile—"I hope your exercises don't involve structural damage to the campus, like last time."
An amused murmur rippled through the room. Mt. Lady laughed softly, while Aizawa simply shook his head.
Toshinori smiled faintly. "I promise I'll keep my enthusiasm under control this time."
"Very well," Nezu concluded, turning serious. "Then we'll consider the proposal. The goal remains the same as always: to protect our students by teaching them to do so themselves. It's the hardest lesson to teach, but also the most important."
His words echoed through the room, leaving a respectful silence that was part of everyone.
In the middle of the meeting, Nezu announced a coffee break. You couldn't take it anymore: you needed a real break. You stood up quickly, pushing back your chair, which creaked on the floor.
As soon as you left the room, a shrill voice reached you from afar.
"Tara! Wait! I'm coming too, I have to go to the bathroom!"
You whirled around: it was Mt. Lady, walking quickly toward you, with his usual casual smile. You nodded without saying anything and opened the door to the anteroom, looking for an available bathroom as quickly as possible.
You finally found an open booth. As you closed the door behind you, you heard Mt. Lady's voice ring out from the other side.
"Hey, Tara... why don't you hang out with us anymore? Are you offended by something?"
Her voice was gentle, yet curious. You paused for a moment, caught between embarrassment and surprise, wondering if this was the right time to respond.
You listened to the question as you dried yourself with the paper towel.
"No, no! That's absolutely not the reason!" you replied quickly, trying to sound calm. You quickly dressed and added, "It's just... I've been really tired lately. We stay out late at night, and I always get too little sleep."
You stepped out of the stall and walked to the sink. The water ran cold, and the soap left your hands smelling faintly of citrus. Moments later, Mt. Lady emerged from another stall, adjusting her hair in front of the mirror.
"Okay, maybe you're right," she said, a half-smile reflected in the mirror. "But... did you hear the news?"
You looked at her curiously, catching her gaze in the mirror.
"Oh my God, what's new?"
She laughed softly. "Haha, you'd never believe it if I told you."
"Come on, shoot!" you replied, laughing back as you dried your hands.
You were drying your hands with a paper towel when, at a certain point, you heard something you didn't want to — and shouldn't have heard.