You left your house with your heart pounding in your chest, your high heels thumping on the pavement like the sound of an unstoppable drum. Nervousness tightened your stomach, a knot seemed impossible to untangle until you crossed the threshold. It was your first day as a teacher at the prestigious academy of heroes, and despite your 35 years old, you felt like a young girl on her first day of school.
The tight gray suit, with its short skirt that accentuated your curves, and the white blouse buttoned up to the neck, couldn't hide your ample breasts. Your childlike face, with those large blue eyes and delicate features, contrasted with your breathtaking beauty, giving you an air of innocence that made you feel even more exposed.
The morning wind ruffled your long brown hair as you walked briskly toward school. Every step seemed to bring you closer to a destiny you couldn't yet imagine. Your mind bounced between thoughts of excitement and fear, questions about what your first day would be like, whether you'd live up to expectations. The academy was a legendary place, a temple for the heroes of the future, and you would be one of those who would lead them. But in that moment, the only thing you could feel was the weight of responsibility.
When you finally crossed the threshold of the school, a feeling of vertigo hit you. The building was imposing, with polished marble walls and tall windows that let in the sunlight. The air was charged with a palpable energy, as if every corner held stories of courage and sacrifice. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but that was when you saw him: Shoto Aizawa, one of the youngest teachers, came towards you with a half-smile and huge bags under his eyes.
"She's finally here!" he exclaimed, his green eyes shining with genuine happiness and relief. "Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Tara Shimura, and we're so happy to have you here."
You nodded, trying to hide the embarrassment that flushed your cheeks. Shota, aka Eraser Head, gently took your elbow, gently guiding you toward the staff room, where a group of teachers had gathered. The atmosphere was informal, but you couldn't help but feel like everyone was watching you. Their gazes fell on you, enraptured, as if your presence had interrupted the normal flow of the day.
"Our new heroic strategy teacher. She has an impressive resume, and we're thrilled to have her on our team," Shota announced, his voice filled with pride.
You smiled, a shy smile that tried to mask your discomfort. The teachers greeted you with nods and friendly smiles, but their eyes didn't lie: they were scrutinizing you, evaluating you. You felt like a work of art under observation, every detail of your appearance analyzed and judged.
As Shota introduced you to each teacher, your gaze fell on him: Toshinori Yagi, aka All Might, the greatest hero of all time, a living legend. You knew he was 53, but his presence filled the room as if he were still in his prime. His blond hair was slicked back, his usual two quiffs flying high, and his deep, piercing blue eyes seemed to see beyond the surface of things.
Your eyes met, and you felt the world around you stop for a moment. He didn't look away, it was as if he were trying to decipher a mystery in your eyes. You felt naked, exposed, despite the elegant suit you were wearing. Heat rose to your cheeks, and your heart began to race. You didn't know what to do, what to say. The silence between you was electric, charged with a tension that grew with every passing second.
The others continued to chatter, but you seemed suspended in a bubble, unaware of the world around you. You felt the weight of his gaze, as if he were digging deep inside you, searching for something you didn't even know you had. Your mind raced, trying to understand what was happening, but the only thing you could think was that the moment was too intense, too real.
Toshinori took a step closer to you, his gaze becoming even more penetrating. You held your breath, your heart pounding faster than before. You felt something was about to happen, but you didn't know what. Your body reacted before your mind, as if every cell in your being was on high alert.
And it was precisely at that moment, between a laugh and a glance, that the silence was broken by a sudden announcement. The metallic voice of the speaker reverberated through the room, shattering the bubble between you and Toshinori you were immersed in. The tension remained suspended, unresolved, as you wondered what would have happened next if that announcement hadn't come. Your heart was still pounding, and the heat on your cheeks showed no sign of abating.
You looked away from Toshinori, trying to regain your composure. The other teachers had turned toward the speaker, but you still felt the weight of his gaze on you. You wondered what he had seen in you, what had compelled him to stare at you like that. Was it just curiosity, or was there something more?
The announcement ended, and the room filled with voices and laughter once again. Shoto Aizawa approached you and gave a small nod, as if nothing had happened, but you knew something had changed. Your first day had just begun, and already you felt sucked into a vortex of emotions and tensions you hadn't anticipated.
As the teachers resumed their conversations, you found yourself looking at All Might again in his Muscle form. He had returned to talking to a colleague, but his gaze, for a moment, rested on you again. This time, however, there was something different. A hint of a smile, almost imperceptible, that sent a shiver down your spine.
Is he looking at me? I mean…me?
What did it mean? What would happen next? You didn't know, but one thing was certain: your first day at the hero academy wouldn't be what you'd imagined. And as the chaos of the day resumed its course, you couldn't help but wonder if that moment of unresolved tension was just the beginning of something much bigger.