"Do you remember when Toshinori said Midnight was a slut, that she screwed everyone, etc., and that he never wanted to give his cock to her?"
"Well, of course I remember! Why do you ask?"
She approached you, nudging your elbow with her hand: "We've been going out for six nights straight…and he's going out with us too! And for six nights straight he's only fucked her! Can you believe it? How come you got it and I didn't? What have I done to not deserve All Might's dick? Hahaha!"
The news came like a sudden blow, too fast to be truly understood.
"Wait…wait a minute…" you said, trying to figure out if you'd heard correctly, "I mean, you're telling me that Toshinori and Midnight…do it every night?"
"Yes! I didn't want to believe it either! First he was badmouthing her all this time… and then, in the end, he gave it to her. She got what she wanted!"
The moment your expression changed, you knew it was over. Anger — raw and overwhelming — took over. You laughed along with Mt. Lady, you teased Midnight, but all you really wanted was to escape before they noticed what was going on inside you.
You know what's worse than a lie? You thought to yourself, clenching your fists until they hurt: discovering that a part of you hoped it wasn't true.
How could Toshinori have fooled you like that? Made you believe you were the only beautiful woman he could find? How many times had he pretended to you that he didn't want to fuck her? You remembered when he said in the car that he thought she was too exposed, someone who would screw anyone... and he didn't like that kind of woman. And then? Everything, at that moment, was losing sense.
You returned to the teachers' lounge with a tense face, your gaze downcast. You didn't say a word. You felt Toshinori's gaze on you, heavy, insistent... but you no longer had the courage to meet his eyes. If it had been any other time, you probably would have screamed at him with all the anger you had inside—you would have told him to disappear, to never look for you again. But there, in the middle of everyone, you couldn't. You shouldn't have.
The principal returned and the meeting continued, slow and interminable. A list of points, opinions, and inspections you couldn't even follow. When it was finally over, you grabbed your bag and headed for the exit without saying goodbye.
It was then that a hand grabbed your arm, a gentle but firm touch. You would have recognized that hand anywhere—large, warm, familiar. Your heart stopped for a moment.
"Tara…" his voice was almost a whisper. You didn't turn around; Toshinori stood in front of you, his eyes worried. "Did something happen? You're not even dating us anymore…"
You raised your big blue eyes to him… you were furious. But you didn't want to lose what little dignity you had left, so you sighed: "Of course I'm not going out with you anymore… if I'm going to be made fun of!"
He looked at you with a confused expression, as if he didn't understand.
"Don't pretend you don't know things, Toshinori. Actually, All Might."
"What's going on?"
"Ah! I should say that. Since you've been making fun of me all this time."
He placed his index finger on his chest: "Would I have made fun of you?"
You nodded: "Of course! And not a little! What did you always tell me? That I was the only woman for you, that I was beautiful, that you wanted to meet me, even for me to be your partner! That you'd only fuck me and that Midnight was a bitch who gave her pussy to everyone... and now? I disappear for six nights and apparently you've already made up for it!"
He looked down: "I didn't think you cared that much…"
"Oh yeah? Then tell me — why do you think I was going out in the evenings?"
"I confessed my feelings to you that night in the car, you didn't say anything. I thought you didn't like me… or that you didn't want anything from me…"
You paused for a second. You didn't know whether to slap him or respond politely. You opted for the latter:
"Haha...look, Toshinori, I think you've made me laugh enough for today. Now I'll just tell you one thing: don't call me anymore about your bullshit outings, you and I are done, and don't let me hear from you or see you again. You've already fooled me enough. Goodbye."
Without waiting for a response or a nod, you turned on your heel and headed for the nearest flight of stairs. He didn't follow you, he watched you go with incredible sadness.
Once you were down, you opened your umbrella and started walking home, your heart heavy with sorrow and your eyes filled with tears.
***
Needless to say, the following days were a complete mess. Midnight and Mt. Lady tried to talk to you more than once, trying to reason with you, but you'd already made up your mind... the disappointment was so great that you just wanted to be left alone. Classes continued as usual, and you tried to always smile at the students and teachers, despite the chaos inside you. A few days later, you'd developed the habit of going up to the school terrace during recess. The feeling of the wind in your hair and the absolute silence, calmed you for a moment. You stopped there to watch the cars go by, to spy on the professors smoking cigarettes, to contemplate the breathtaking view of the city that opened up before you. One day, however, you received a completely unexpected visitor: Katsuki Bakugo, a student in your class, had positioned himself next to you, his arms dangling over the railing:
"Sensei... can I ask you something?"
You looked at him for a moment. His hair blew in the wind, his scarlet eyes on you, burning more than a thousand words:
"Of course, Katsuki, tell me everything."
"But…has something happened these days? Why do you seem sad and lost?"
You looked up at the sky, and for a moment you closed your eyes, savoring the beauty of the moment: "No, nothing in particular. I'm just really tired, that's all."
You smiled and realized he too was taller than you.
"Okay..." he turned, hands in his pockets. "I want to trust..." he said, and headed toward the exit. Then he stopped again. "When people pretend everything's fine, it makes me want to throw up. I hate it."
Those words hit you harder than you'd like to admit. The fact that he—such an impulsive boy, always ready for a fight—had noticed your discomfort, took you by surprise.
You felt a lump in your throat. It was a strange sensation: a mixture of gratitude and distress, as if that little crack you'd been trying to hide for days had been noticed by someone who shouldn't have seen it.
"It's just... sometimes things don't go as you hope," you said finally, staring at the sky. "But it will pass. It always passes."
Katsuki didn't respond immediately. He only glanced at you briefly, then returned his gaze to the horizon. "Well, if it doesn't pass, let it pass," he said with his usual arrogance, but his voice had a more human tone than usual.
A light laugh escaped you, brief but sincere. "You really know how to motivate someone."
"Tsk. There's no need to motivate yourself, sensei," he retorted. "You just need to remember who you are."
Those words, simple and direct, echoed in your mind for a long time.
He turned again and was about to leave, when you stopped him:
"Katsuki?"
He froze in place: "Tsk."
He turned to look at you. You were so beautiful, so irresistibly sexy, that his eyes widened before he quickly looked away, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.
"Thank you, thank you so much. I needed to hear that."
He shrugged: "If you want to talk to someone, you know where to find me."
Meanwhile, the following days passed slowly — all of them alike, carried by a calm that tasted of weariness and habit. You devoted yourself to lessons, grading homework, attending a few too many meetings... and yet, deep down, you continued to feel that slight uneasiness that time couldn't shake.
Every time you heard Toshinori's voice or saw him from afar, anger surged more and more within you. His constant urge to come and talk to you — which he always ended up ignoring — only made you angrier. Midnight, on the other hand, acted like a friend in disguise — taking you by the arm when she saw you, fixing your collar or tucking your hair behind your ear. But by now, even she seemed fake to you. Knowing she'd managed to steal the man right from under your nose only made you more nervous. If only you could have grabbed her by the hair!
You pushed all those thoughts to the wind, happy to finally be able to go home. But suddenly, you heard thunder crack. Oh…no! you thought, after seeing dark, threatening clouds gathering overhead from the institute window. Within minutes, the storm hit with such force that it rattled the windows. It was lunchtime, classes were over, and the students were rushing home. Everyone, except you.
You had an umbrella with you, yes, but one of those lightweight ones, useless against the fury of that rain.
So you took refuge in the foyer, sitting in your usual armchair next to the large windows. You watched the water rush past like a raging river, while the constant roar of the storm filled the silence. You crossed your legs, exposing a bit of smooth, soft flesh through the plunging slit of your black miniskirt, your long, wavy hair falling in front of your face as you played with your phone… you were sexy as hell.
Suddenly, the door to Classroom 1-A swung open with a bang, probably a kick, and Bakugo's class emerged. He was the one who'd opened it, speaking in a hushed tone to someone behind him, but when he saw you, he slowed his pace and said nothing more.
"Hey, sensei," he said, approaching, in his usual gruff tone. "HEY, what are you still doing here?"
"I'm waiting for the rain to stop," you replied, barely looking up. "It doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon."
Katsuki followed your gaze to the windows, then shrugged, and you noticed him looking down at your bare legs.
"If you want, I'll give you a ride. My car's parked right back here."
You looked up, incredulous. "You...you drive?"
"EH?" he replied, sounding almost annoyed. "Sensei, I'm twenty-two, and I've had my license for a while now — so yeah, I'd say so."
You stood up, smiling. "Oh my God, then yes, thank you! I don't want to stay here all afternoon."
"Okay, then let's go." He said simply, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning toward the exit.
You clutched your bag to your chest as a flash of lightning briefly illuminated the hallway.
It was a beautiful Toyota Corolla GR2023, a fantastic sports car. You climbed into the car, pulling your jacket around you as the rain continued to pour down.
"Is it yours?" you asked, looking around curiously.
"Yeah," Bakugo replied, starting the engine.
"How long have you had it? It looks brand new!"
"I've had it for a couple of years. I got it as soon as I got my Pro Hero license."
You nodded, smiling slightly. "Not bad, for a car owned by someone who usually prefers to blow things up."
He chuckled softly, then fell silent. For a moment, the only sound was the windshield wipers struggling against the rain.
You turned to him: his gaze was fixed on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his breathing slightly faster than normal, and his cheeks flushed. There was something different about him, a tension you couldn't quite decipher—as if he wanted to say something, but was searching for the right words.
You looked down at his pants, unable to believe what you saw: a bulge right there, between his legs, throbbing through the fabric of his pants.
"Do you know where I live?" you asked, returning your gaze to the street.
"No...sensei...I don't know..." He didn't have time to finish his sentence before he turned down a narrow, lonely street. Lightning continued to strike one after another, the rain pounding overhead.
"Forgive me...sensei...but I need to talk to you."
You looked at him. His breath was shallow, his hand was on the gearshift even though the car was off. Deep down, you knew that expression: it was that of someone who'd had something to say for too long, but couldn't hold it in any longer:
"Sensei... I'm still a virgin, but I don't want to be one anymore."
Your heart skipped a beat, stopped, then started again even faster. You didn't know what to say, only:
"Well, that's a good thing. After all, at your age, it's normal that you want it. Want... some advice? Ask me whatever you want, don't worry!"
You smiled heartily, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.
He looked up, stared at you for a moment, then stared at your breasts, moved down to your legs, and then back up to you again:
"No, sensei, you didn't understand anything at all. I want to fuck you, here... now."
You turned around abruptly, your gaze serious.
"But Katsuki, I..."
He turned, took your hand, and squeezed it: "Please, sensei... I want that fucking big ass of yours on me, please."
His hands slid down his ripped jeans, and he stripped down to reveal his sculpted abs and pulled out his already hard, ready cock. "See, sensei? I'm not even that bad… I'll make you cum like you've never had before, I promise."
You looked into his eyes once more. His gaze was pleading — as if he wanted you, needed you. He began to masturbate slowly in front of you, then he moved closer, while one of his hands slid under your skirt, confident and strong. "Sensei, please, say yes. I…I'm going crazy. I mean, I want to fuck you so bad..."