After that episode, Mirio didn't show up for a couple of days. You still remembered everything about him, but his smile, his cheerfulness, came to mind more than anything else.
Meanwhile, Katsuki had come back home the day after the trip to the Gamma Institute. One look at him was enough to know that something was wrong. You'd been trying to talk to him for days, asking what was bothering him, but sometimes he'd just say "nothing," sometimes he'd growl, and other times he'd ignore you completely.
You began to think that maybe he had found out something about what had happened between you and Mirio that afternoon, but you didn't have the courage to ask him.
You also noticed something else — maybe the worst thing of all: he didn't even touch you anymore. Ever since he came back from the twinning with the other institute, he'd been distant, ignoring you and keeping his hands off you completely. You were desperate for his cock, wanting to suck it until he came, wanting him to take you and cum in your ass, but his libido was zero. You often got angry about it, especially since the pregnancy hormones only made your desire grow stronger, and you felt you had every right to be satisfied.
So a few days later, you started touching yourself, with your fingers, locked in your bathroom. Having a boyfriend who also lived with you, it was truly humiliating to cum like that every time, without seeing his cock and without fucking. You'd wondered a thousand times if his behavior was somehow your fault, if you'd said or done something (aside from what happened with Mirio) that might have offended him. But it seemed impossible that he could've found out about that afternoon. The institute had been completely empty; no one but Mirio could have told him.
So you tried one last time. You emerged from the bathroom half-naked, with a swollen belly and wet hair. Your skin was smooth and glowing, the shower water glistening on you as if you were wrapped in diamonds. He was sitting on the couch, the TV flickering in the background, silent, his head buried in his hands, legs spread apart. As soon as you reached the door, he looked up.
"Hi, love," you said, leaning against the doorframe. He didn't reply, didn't move, didn't even look at you. His head fell back into his hands, his breathing shallow. And you, seeing him like that and not knowing what else to do, got angry. Really angry.
"Katsuki, I'm really tired," you said. "I can't stand being with you like this anymore. So either you tell me what's wrong, or I'll pack my things and go back to my place."
Nothing. No response.
"Oh, so that's it? That's what you want?" you snapped. "You've been like this ever since you came back from the exchange. I'm giving birth in a month, Katsuki, what's wrong with you? Are you scared of being a father, is that it? I don't know! I don't know anything! And look at me when I'm talking to you, damn it!"
At that moment, Katsuki looked up and looked you straight in the eye. "I'm fed up, Tara. I'm fed up with being with you. I'm leaving, you can keep the house."
The silence that fell was even louder. You tightened your grip on the edge of the table, your knuckles whitening.
"Say it again."
"You understand perfectly."
"Why? Since when?"
"For a while. And at the twinning... I understood some things."
You took a half step closer to him. "What things...?"
You felt short of breath, you felt like you were going to faint.
Katsuki let out a gasp, as if he were trying to tear the words from his throat. "My ex was in that institution. We... we'd never slept together before. That's where it happened."
You felt something snap inside you. "You're disgusting." You gave a short, incredulous laugh. "You really are disgusting."
"Don't be so judgmental, okay? It's not like everything was rosy here."
"You could have talked to me! You could have told me you were sick, that you were confused—you acted exactly like a boy your age. You're a brat."
"And you would have been better? You would've cried like you're crying now… and still stayed by my side. I didn't want..."
"You didn't want what? The responsibility?" You raised your voice: "You didn't want the responsibility for me, for us, for the baby?"
Katsuki blanched. "Don't bring it up..."
"I'm definitely going to bring it up!" You blurted, a hand flying to your belly before you even realized it. "I'm pregnant, Katsuki...and you're out having fun with your ex while I'm throwing up every morning and wondering why you don't even call. Does that sound normal to you?"
"I didn't know when... when it happened?" His voice cracked, just for a moment. "And now I can't pretend it didn't happen. I don't feel the same way anymore, Tara... I don't want this life."
"Then say it clearly!" you shouted, tears welling up in your eyes. "Say you're running away. Say you're small. Say you follow your first instincts and throw everything away."
"I'm saying I don't want to be with you." Every word he spoke was a blow. "It's over."
"Perfect," you hissed, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand. "It's over. But listen to me... I'm keeping the baby. I'm keeping him, with or without you." You took a deep breath, as if trying to set the world back in order. "You can acknowledge him or not, that's your choice. But I've already made mine."
Katsuki took a step toward you, then stopped, as if the floor was giving way beneath him. "Tara..."
"No." You shook your head. "SENSEI, please. And don't you dare call me like I'm still your woman. I'm going back to my place tomorrow. I'm packing tonight. I don't want to see you anymore."
"You're exaggerating—"
"You disgust me," you said softly, and it was worse than a scream. "You disgust me."
He couldn't think of anything to say. He picked up his backpack, unsure, and stood there, a meter away from you, watching a version of himself he couldn't defend.
You wrapped yourself in a robe from the sofa, slowly wiping your face. "Leave your keys on the counter when you go out."
Katsuki swallowed. He looked at you uncertainly, then set the metal bouquet down on the wood. The clinking sound echoed through the room.
When the door closed again, you released the breath you'd been holding since hearing his voice. Your knees buckled in the chair, your head pounded, your breath trembled. The tears, this time, came silently. You clutched your belly with both hands, as if to tell your baby, "I'm here, I won't leave you for anything in the world." Then you looked at your phone and turned it off. From that moment on, you swore to yourself and your son that Katsuki Bakugo would never come near you again. Ever.
***
The day after you received the bad news, you went to school to do your job anyway. Sexier than ever, especially with your big belly, your tight skirt, and your blouse half-open, you walked through the halls of the school with an unusual self-confidence, as if you wanted to show that asshole of your child's father what kind of woman he had let go of his life forever. Your long hair moved with your hips, and when you entered the classroom, Katsuki's eyes fell on you, stubborn. But you didn't greet him...in fact, that day you treated him like any other student of yours, which aroused no small amount of suspicion in the students around you.
After class, you walked to the teachers' lounge as usual, and the faces of Midnight and Mt. Lady were staring you down.
"Hey, honey, come over here..." Mt. Lady called, sitting on the sofa not far from the coffee machine. You nodded and approached them, slowly sitting down. "What's that look? What's going on?"
You told your friends everything, everything, without leaving out even what had happened that afternoon with Mirio. Every time you opened your mouth to talk about what had happened the night before with Katsuki, their incredulous eyes were on you, hands gently stroking your arm in sympathy. You cried once, but you knew you needed to release it, so you let out a liberating sob. At that moment, Toshinori walked in… and saw you crying.
The girls told him everything, every detail of what you had shared with them. Toshinori couldn't believe how you had been treated by a boy he had always personally respected and considered decent, despite his mood swings. It was your last day of work before maternity leave, and without waiting long, they invited you to the movies the next day, to watch porn. You refused, without a second thought.
Shortly afterward, after exchanging greetings, you headed to the library. You liked the place especially for its quiet, the perfect spot to take a moment for yourself, meditate, read a good book, or work on a project. As you opened the heavy wooden door, you ran into Mirio Togata again, the student who had driven you crazy that afternoon, and whom you had rejected out of respect for a boy who deserved nothing. As soon as he saw you, his usual sweet smile and cheerful gaze enveloped you like a blanket, and you didn't hesitate to smile back, even though inside you felt like you were dying.
He followed you with his eyes until you sat down next to him. His blue eyes, lively and always full of joy, rested on you with a curiosity that quickly turned to concern. Words were not needed to understand that something was wrong. Your hands were clasped on your growing belly, your fingers twisting nervously, your dark red nails contrasting with the paleness of your skin. Your full lips, usually smiling or parted in an inviting expression, were now pressed tightly together, as if you were holding something back.
"Tara-sensei," Mirio said, his voice warm and calm, as if not wanting to disturb the sacred silence of the library. "Everything okay?"
You didn't answer right away. You swallowed, your gaze fixed on an undefined spot between the open pages of Mirio's book. Then, slowly, you shook your head. A strand of hair slipped across your cheek, and you did nothing to move it. "No." You finally answered, in a faint voice. "Katsuki...he left me..."
Mirio closed the book with a snap, his fingers drumming restlessly on the leather cover. "What an asshole..." he muttered, without thinking. Then, realizing how invasive it might sound, he added quickly. "Sorry, it's none of my business, sensei. But... why?"
You laughed bitterly, but there was no humor in it.
"For his ex. During the exchange, they saw each other again… and fucked while I was throwing up that morning, wondering why he wasn't even answering my messages." The words burned in your throat, and the tears you'd been trying to suppress all day began to roll down your cheeks, silent but unstoppable. "I...I don't know what to do. I feel so...useless."
Mirio didn't hesitate. He reached out and touched your arm, his warm fingers brushing against your cold skin. "You're not useless," he said firmly, his voice steady, meant to chase away any doubts. "You're the strongest and the most beautiful woman I know. That idiot doesn't even deserve to grovel at your feet."
You looked up, your beautiful blue eyes glistening with tears, and for the first time in days, you felt something other than pain. Something warm, alive, stirring deep in your stomach. Mirio was so close… too close. You could smell his shampoo, fresh and citrusy, its power radiating from him. And then his eyes,that intense blue that seemed to see right through your masks, past the professor's façade.
"Thank you," you whispered, your voice shaking. Then, almost without realizing it, you licked your lips. An innocent gesture, which immediately caught his attention. His eyes lowered to your mouth for a moment, and you noticed.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but your gaze remained on his.
Mirio swallowed hard, his throat visibly moving. "Tara-sensei…" he said, leaning closer to your ear. "I don't know if this is the right time to say, but… you're gorgeous. And any man who leaves you behind is a damned idiot."
You laughed again, a strange desire making your stomach clench. There was something different about that laugh, something lighter, more…dangerous. You moved a few inches closer to him, enough to feel his presence invade your senses. "Mirio…" you said, your breathing slightly labored. "I need to feel…alive. Not to think."
He looked at you, his eyes darkening, becoming more intense. "What... what exactly are you... asking for?"
You closed your eyes for a moment, as if gathering your courage. Then you opened them again, and what Mirio saw in your eyes made his cock instantly hard. "Can I…have it?" You asked in a whisper, your voice filled with repressed desire. "I want your cock. I haven't done anything in weeks, and… I'm incredibly horny. With the pregnancy, I'm so horny I want to fuck. Please…"
He paused for a moment, as if unsure he'd heard correctly. Then, slowly, a mischievous smile curved his lips.
"Here?" he asked, nodding toward the empty library around you. "Now?"
You nodded, your fingers tightening around the edge of the table. "Yes, right here. Right now. Please."
It didn't take much more. Mirio rose from his chair, enough to quickly undo his belt, his eyes still fixed on you. The metallic click of the buckle coming undone echoed through the silence, magnified by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Then, with a decisive gesture, he lowered the zipper, freeing his cock.
You held your breath.
Holy shit.
It was huge. Much bigger than Katsuki's, long, thick, with swollen veins pulsing beneath the smooth skin. The tip was already moist, slightly wet, when you noticed a trickle of precum running down the shaft. Your mouth instantly went dry. You licked your lips again, this time deliberately, your eyes glued to that member that seemed made to destroy you.
"God…" you murmured. Then, without further ado, you reached out and grabbed him.
Mirio hissed through his teeth as your fingers closed around his cock, a firm yet caressing grip. "Fuck, yes." He gasped, his head falling back for a moment before returning to your gaze. "Like this. Squeeze tight."
You obeyed, moving your hand up and down slowly, feeling the weight of that enormous member in your hand, the warm, silky skin beneath your fingers. Then, unable to resist any longer, you leaned forward and stuck out your tongue to lick the moist tip.
Mirio moaned, his fingers gripping the hard wood of the table. "Oh, yes, sensei…let me feel…how you want me…your mouth. Show me how good you are…"