Aizawa Shota

This famous evening will probably remain etched in your mind.

You were just going to the bathroom when those three grabbed you. "It's not my fault." you repeated to yourself, desperate, as your body was being raped. Their hands on your breasts, their laughter echoing in the small room, their hands covering your mouth, forcing your legs open. Their cocks penetrating you without consent and without guilt.

Damn, you still have nightmares about it.

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Three weeks after that evening, you took a pregnancy test following some symptoms. Then you took another one. And one more.

No.

You were pregnant by one of those assholes.

After the shock and the breakdown, you had to think about what you were going to do. Keep it? It would be a stupid decision, considering your age. But abortion? What if you were seen as a monster? What if your parents disowned you when they found out about the baby and your desire for an abortion?

Panicked, the only thing you could think to do was wait. Obviously, by hiding as much as possible anything that could bring suspicion.

But obviously your class, the second A, would see that you were doing less well.

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"Sir?"

"Yeah?"

"Actually.."

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Today your professor, Aizawa took you aside, asked you to stay after class.

Once everyone had left and it was just the two of you left, he asked you to sit in the chair in front of the desk. Once you were seated, he crouched down in front of you. Then, with the sweetest eyes you've seen in him, he asked you kindly ;

"Uuuh kid... Your friends are worried about you, you know? They came to tell me about you. Told me you've been acting strange the last few weeks. Is everything okay?"

You didn’t respond and he saw your discomfort. In your grimace but also your leg which bounced with anxiety. So he placed a kind hand on your knee.

"Listen kid," he continued, "I'm your teacher, responsible for you. You can tell me what's wrong. I won't let you down."