𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒┆𝐛.𝐤.

𝙴

'𝐰onder if i can ask bakugo for some tutoring or somethin', he probably knows some decent stuff about me.' (y/n) knew she would end up asleep within 2 minutes of saying that, so she got up, proceeding to grab her paper, leave her dorm, and head down the hallway to katsuki's.

she knocked before placing a hand on her hip with a stonecold face, her paper in her available hand. soon enough, a tired-looking angry blonde opened the door with a look of confusion. "what do you want?"

the female smiled. "tutor me." the lad squinted his eyes as if he were thinking then shrugged. "no." he attempted to slam the door, but was caught by the lassie's hand. "it wasn't a question, dimwit." with that, the colleen barged into the pomeranian's dorm, having no care about her currently messy hair.

(y/n) sat down on bakugo's bed, admiring his room silently. "hm.. nice room you've got here. better than i expected, especially for a person like... you." she thought aloud, tilting her head a bit at his corkboard with pictures of the bakusquad.

the male grumbled. "whatever. i bet it looks better than your room, tic bitch." the boy yawned, sitting down on his bed. "now, what the fuck is it you need help with so i can go to sleep?"

the lass tilted her head back, looking at him. "what do you find unique about me?" the female suddenly questioned, continuing to stare at the lad, who was refusing to look back at her.

"...and why the fuck do you want me to answer that?" the blonde was caught off guard by her question, having to process her question for a moment.

"i don't really have any unique traits in my opinion, plus, you seem like a huge critic when it comes to personality and shit, so i want you to pick a unique trait you think i have." the colleen smiled softly, surprised he didn't use some excuse to get her out of his dorm.

katsuki thought for a moment before shrugging. "your tics, easy." his eyes flickered down to her, who appeared to be confused and a bit insecure. "your tics are easily a unique trait because nobody else here has them, and you really show more of your personality with them."

the (h/c)-haired girl slightly blushed from the compliment, stars present in her eyes. "thanks, i needed that confidence boost." she sat up with a small smile, beginning to write her paragraph before being rudely interrupted.

"so, are you gonna go now, idiot? i want you to get out so i can go to sleep after you rudely woke me up." bakugo huffed, giving her a dirty look.

(y/n) sighed, standing up and grabbing her paper. "see ya pomeranian!" the female snickered when she heard him growl in anger.

☁︎

as she ran down the hallway, her head was uncontrollably jerking to the side because of the stress she got from waking up late. despite waking up late and leaving her hair a mess, she was way more worried about being late for class.

the lass slid open the door, her head jerking to the side again and causing her to yelp before her left hand shook around as if she were having a happy stim. of course, she got stares of concern, all besides mineta. "...i wonder what else those hands can do." he giggled, causing her to look directly at him.

(y/n) proceeded to approach his desk, her head jerking to the side a few times as the class' eyes followed her. "oh, mineta." she calmly picked him up out of his seat, a tick mark present on her face. the female turned to the class at the front, mineta attempting to reach out and grab her boobs.

out of the blue, she dropped him and kicked him with all of her strength, sending him smacking into the wall as the others had wide eyes. the lass had a small smile before strolling over to him and kneeling down. "next time you insult or sexualize a woman because of her tics, or even anything she does with her body for valid reasoning, i will fucking batter you until you bleed, got it?"

the colleen stood back up to see the class staring at her. "...." she glared back at mineta before huffing and walking over to her seat with a stoic, yet calm expression.

once the girl passed him, a large smirk made it's way onto bakugo's face. 'i knew she was strong, she just needed to show it off.' his cheeks had a pink tint to them at the thought of her kicking mineta again. he suddenly felt his face grow hot, which was his cue to aggressively turn to the window to hide his blush.

aizawa soon slid the door open, being greeted with mineta passed out on the other side of the room. "...why is mineta on the ground over there?" nobody dared to speak up, but they all gasped when seeing the (h/c)-haired girl's hand raised.

"i kicked him! he needed and still needs to learn his lesson on treating women correctly before even bothering to become a hero. hell, he should worry more about the point of him becoming a hero and his reputation." her eyes traveled over to the unconscious grape with daggers in them before looking back at aizawa with a smile.

the tired man shrugged it off, having no sympathy for mineta at all whatsoever. the rest of the class seemed to look up to her for her honesty and representation, even katsuki did, shockingly.

as they proceeded on with class, (y/n) was having a happy stim as both of her hands waved around and her head jerked down as if she were sneezing.

☁︎

soon enough, lunch rolled around and the female felt, for once, good about herself and her tics. she was able to show what would happen if anyone underestimated or bothered to mutter a word about having sex with her tics, whether it was good, bad, a comment, or even a question. 'maybe the angry blonde was right about my tics being unique... another reason for my assignment, check!'