One year later...
You'd just finished class. The echoes of students' voices had faded in the hallway, giving way to the soft swish of doors closing and the quiet shuffle of footsteps returning to their classrooms. You stretched your back, relaxing your shoulders as you walked toward the staff room, longing for five minutes of peace and a cup of hot tea.
That's when you caught sight of her. Mina Ashido, all rosy energy and smiles too bright for that hour of the morning, appeared before you like a spring suddenly released. She stopped in front of you, her hands clasped behind her back, swaying on the balls of her feet. She looked like she was about to explode with emotion.
"Shimura-sensei!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with infectious enthusiasm.
You paused, tilting your head slightly, surprised by such happiness so early in the day.
"Hi, Mina..." you replied, eyeing her curiously. "What's up?"
"We're handing these out..." Mina said, with the enthusiasm of someone announcing a festival. She handed you a small bundle of rectangular cards: yellow paper with white details, decorated with bright stars and a cheerful, almost childish handwriting.
"I really hope you can come, Sensei!" she added, giving a small bow and a wave before turning on her heel and disappearing down the corridor, presumably in search of another victim to whom she could deliver the invitation.
You held back an amused sigh, running a hand through your hair. Of course, Mina and her ideas, you thought. With a half-smile, you continued your walk to the teachers' lounge, your fingers brushing lightly against the unopened notes.
It was only once you reached the door that you decided to read it.
And the smile faded from your lips.
Toshinori Yagi and Nemuri Kayama celebrate their engagement.
For a second, you couldn't breathe. You literally felt the skin on your arms lift as if jolted by a sudden current. Your eyes widened in disbelief, as your heart thumped against your ribs.
...What?
You reread it. Once. Twice. Three times.
It was written exactly like that. Clear, unmistakable, printed in glossy ink and confident of its own existence.
Toshinori Yagi. Nemuri Kayama. Engagement.
The party, moreover, was in exactly fourteen days.
You found yourself standing in the hallway, motionless as if you'd become part of the furniture. The distant chatter of the students, the rattling of windows, even the buzz of the school... everything seemed muffled, distant, as if someone had turned down the volume of the world.
Because you, in that precise moment, felt your heart weighed down by something you didn't yet know what to call.
Without turning around, you continued walking. Each step seemed to get heavier, as if the floor were stretching beneath you. You tried to maintain a neutral expression, breathing calmly, even though everything inside suddenly seemed too tight, too close, too real.
You opened the door to the teachers' lounge with a slow, almost hesitant movement.
No noise, no voices. Just the smell of tea and the steam rising from Mt. Lady's cup, sitting with her legs crossed, completely alone.
She raised her head, and her gaze immediately fell on the note you held in your hand.
"Tara! Oh, you have that note too?" she asked, already standing, as if waiting for that very moment.
"But... what's happening? I didn't know anything." Your voice came out a little lower than expected, barely cracking.
Mt. Lady approached you without hesitation, reaching an arm around your waist and pulling you toward her in a kind of side hug, affectionate and sincere as only she could manage.
"Look, I didn't know anything either," she sighed, leaning against you with an almost comforting weight. "The thing is… ever since you've been away a little, we've been seeing each other less and less. Then no more dinners, no more karaoke, no more nights out. Poof. Everything's gone."
Her voice grew lower, more bitter.
"But Midnight didn't tell me anything until now. And I'm a little pissed off, okay? She said she wanted to surprise me." She purses her lips, her eyes shining, not with joy, but with frustration.
"What the fuck kind of surprise is this?!" she finally blurted out, raising a hand as if to throw it up at the ceiling.
You didn't respond immediately. Because you couldn't even find the right words.
And in that pause, in that held breath between you and her, the world seemed to lock together for a precise, painful moment.
You hadn't noticed you'd stopped. You hadn't noticed the note trembling slightly in your fingers.
And most of all, you hadn't noticed the name Toshinori Yagi still burning silently in your mind.
You glanced at her, just long enough for a blink. It's hard not to: Mt. Lady was… Mt. Lady, after all. Tall, striking, with a figure impossible to miss. For a second, your eyes lingered on her chest before quickly darting to the window, as if there might be an escape route from the whole situation outside.
"Well, I'm happy for them," you managed, with a smile that you weren't sure if it was believable or not. "After all… she was really in love with him. I'd known that for a while."
She nodded and slowly sat back down, but her eyes remained on you.
"But you… will you go?" she asked.
You inhaled, letting the air escape as naturally as possible.
"Of course I do. I just hope Mirio-"
"Oh, yes." She interrupted you, holding up a finger as if she'd been keeping that information in her pocket especially for you. "He told me he'd talk to you. Anyway, he already said that if you want, he'll come with you. He used those exact words: 'I won't let her go alone if she doesn't want to go alone.'" A brief, genuine smile. "He's a good guy."
Your hand loosened slightly on the card. Yes. Mirio. He was always there.
"Great," you replied softly. "And you… will you be there?"
Mt. Lady snorted and sank back into her chair.
"If I can get over this anger… I think so." She paused, then added in a lower voice, "No matter how angry she makes me… she's still one of the people I love."
You placed the notes on the table, running your thumb over them.
You smiled and waved goodbye, almost automatically, then left the staff room. The sound of your footsteps bounced lightly off the walls, and for a moment, you enjoyed the silence.
Until they appeared.
Two huge blue eyes, wide open, pressed against the wall as if the hallway itself were watching you. Eyes full of life, bright, unmistakable.
"Hey, beautiful! Where are you going all alone?"
The voice came a moment later, playful, full of that sunny energy you could never truly ignore.
You flinched, clutching your chest as you whirled around. "Mirio! I've told you a thousand times not to scare me like that!" you protested, but the smile on your lips negated any attempt at rebuke.
He emerged from the wall as if it were the most natural thing in the world, letting the solid surface flow through him like water. His hero uniform was slightly wrinkled, a sign that he'd probably been training just moments before, and his blond hair, as always, defied gravity.
Mirio looked around, as if making sure you weren't being chased by some imaginary danger, then he reached you with two long strides.
You continued walking, heading for the gym, and he fell in beside you without even asking.
"I got the invitation too," he said, placing his hands behind his head with an almost theatrical lightness. "Kayama-sensei told me it would be… well... important." He glanced at you attentively.
"Listen, sweetie… are you single?" Mirio asked with a huge smile, walking behind you like a golden retriever on a mission.
"No, I'm not single. I'm engaged to an idiot," you replied, without turning around, letting the sentence flow naturally.
He burst out laughing. He knew full well you were talking about him. "So, since your boyfriend is an idiot..." he continued in a deliberately theatrical tone, "can I come to the gym with you? Who knows... maybe you can show me how you work out that nice ass of yours..."
You stopped and, without waiting any longer, turned to him. "Do you want to see me?"
He nodded, biting his lower lip, raising the yellow mask to his forehead. "Look what you're doing to me." He whispered, leaning close to your ear. He took your wrist and made you rest your hand on his hard, thick cock. "What am I supposed to do with you? I mean... I just hear your heels clicking in the distance, and it lifts up on its own."
"Hey…we need to figure this out," you said. "Follow me, and I'll show you the difference between a five-pound and a six-pound weight."
He licked his lips, rubbing his hands together. "Sure, sweetie. But you can't tell your boyfriend anything, or he'll hit me."
You looked at him again, nudging him lightly by the shoulder. "Oh, really?!" you asked, running a hand over your hips in a gesture that was anything but casual.
Mirio took a step closer to you, looking down at your backside, where the fabric of your skirt stretched over those round, firm buttocks. "I can tell by the way you walk…that you need some training…very personal."
You felt your legs tremble for a moment. You weren't wearing panties, just the way he liked it, and the fabric of that damned skirt clung to your wet slit, every movement reminding you of how excited you were. "Well, if you insist..." you murmured, turning fully toward him, placing a hand on his chest. "Come, then. I'll show you how I take care of my body."
You turned and continued walking, swinging your hips even more, knowing he was incredibly horny and couldn't resist. Mirio followed you like a hawk stalking its prey, his eyes glued to your ass jiggling under the thin fabric. When you finally reached the door to the women's locker room, you pushed it open with a thrust of your hip, making it swing. The interior was dark, illuminated only by the faint light filtering in from the hallway, but it was enough to make out the wooden desks, the fogged mirrors, and the smell of soap and sweat lingering in the air.
Mirio, as soon as he entered, wasted no time. The door closed behind you, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. You panted, aroused, as you pressed your hands against the cold surface of the metal lockers. He pushed you against them with a sudden movement. The metal pressed against your shoulders, but it was nothing compared to the heat emanating from your body.
"You're my little girl…" he growled in your ear, "You know you came all this way just to get fucked by me… huh?"
You moaned, arching your back as Mirio's hands lifted your skirt, revealing your pale, bare buttocks. "Yes," you panted, "I'm your little girl. Do whatever you want to me. Now."
Mirio unzipped the pants of his hero's uniform, freeing his already hard, veiny cock. It was thick, throbbing, and you felt it pressing against the crack of your ass, hot and heavy, and instinctively you opened your legs, offering yourself to him.
"You don't deserve even a little preparation," he whispered. "You'll take my cock as it is."
And without further ado, he thrust it inside you.
You screamed, your nails scraping the metal of the lockers as your body strained to accommodate that enormous mass. It wasn't the first time you'd taken him like this, without warning, without mercy, but every time was like the first: a burning pain mingled with pleasure so intense it made your head spin. Mirio didn't stop.
With a sharp thrust of his hips, he thrust his cock all the way in, and you felt his balls press against your ass, his cock completely engulfed by that tight, hot hole.
"Now take it all," he growled, beginning to move with hard, steady thrusts, slamming your body against the lockers. Each thrust drew a moan from you, your lips parted in a silent cry, your eyes closed as you surrendered to the brutal pleasure of being filled, possessed, and used.
Mirio grabbed your hair, yanking your head back forcefully, forcing you to arch your back. He increased his pace, slamming his balls into your ass with each thrust.
"Harder... harder, Mirio..." you begged, feeling the pleasure building inside you like an uncontrollable wave. "Hurt me, damn it..."
He let go of your hair only to grab your hips with both hands, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you with unbelievable force. Each thrust made you feel his cock stretching your asshole, rubbing against your inner walls in a way that drove you wild. You felt his cum begin to rise, his cock throbbing inside you, ready to explode.
"I'm going to cum," he warned you, his voice strained, the muscles in his arms shaking from the effort of holding back. "And you're going to take every drop. Every…fucking…drop."
The walls of your ass tightened around him, massaging him. "Yes…cum in my ass…" you begged.
Mirio let out a guttural growl, and then it was too late to turn back. With one final, violent thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside you and let go. You felt everything, even the heat of his cum flooding your insides, filling you with thick, sticky waves. You cried out, your own orgasm overwhelming you as he continued to empty himself inside you, squeezing out every single drop.
And then, amidst that overwhelming pleasure, a noise made you both freeze.
A click.
The locker room doorknob slid open.
Your eyes met in the fogged-up mirror in front of you, both of you taken aback, your bodies still joined, sweaty, trembling. Your lips were swollen from biting, your hair disheveled, your eyes wide with shock. Mirio was still inside you, his semi-hard cock still dripping cum, his uniform pants pulled down his thighs.
The door opened.
"Is anyone there?" a female voice asked, uncertain.
The two of you remained still, breathing heavily. Your heart was pounding, blood pounding in your ears. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Mirio, without saying a word, placed a hand over your mouth, stifling any sound that might give you away. With his other hand, slowly, extremely slowly, he began to withdraw from you, his cock sliding from your ass with an obscene sound.
You held your breath, feeling his cum dripping down your thighs, and you felt cold, adrenaline overriding your desire. Mirio quickly pulled his pants up, hiding the evidence of your sin, while you pulled down your skirt, trying to cover yourself as much as possible.
The woman in the doorway hesitated, then took a step back. "I swear, I heard noises in here!"
"Can't you see there's no one here? Come on, let's clean up and leave right now."
They were the cleaning ladies, in their fifties, with buckets in hand and a confused expression.
Mirio cleared his throat, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Oh, sorry," he said, smiling with his usual disarming charm. "My girlfriend can't find her scarf. Have you seen it?"
The women looked at you suspiciously, their eyes flicking from Mirio to you as you fixed your hair with trembling fingers. "No, we didn't see anything. And hurry, we have to clean up," one of them muttered.
"Sure, sure," Mirio replied, taking your hand and pulling you toward the door. "In fact, we were just about to leave."
You let yourself be dragged along, your legs still weak from the orgasm and the shock. As you passed the women, you felt one of them stare at you, as if she could smell Mirio's cum dripping down your thighs, soaking your panties, which you'd never worn.
As soon as you stepped out into the hallway, Mirio pushed you against the wall, his mouth on yours in a ravenous kiss, his hands gripping your ass possessively. "They almost caught us," he whispered against your lips, his voice even more charged with arousal. "Holy shit, you're even wetter than before."
You moaned into the kiss, feeling his cock harden again against your belly. "Take me home," you ordered, "And finish what you started."
Mirio laughed. "Gladly, sensei," he replied, before taking your hand and leading you toward the exit, leaving the cleaning ladies and the locker room behind, with the promise of an even wilder night.