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Y/N SMIRKED, LOWERING HER LEGS and propping her elbow on the desk instead to drop her chin into her hand.
"Did you hear me, idiot?!" Bakugo yelled, small crackling sounds and the smell of volatile petroleum filling the room as explosions blossomed under his curled hands. "I said this was my seat! Get out of it!"
"How cute," Y/N said to no one in particular, perhaps internally blushing that those were her first words to the infamous Bakugo Katsuki, but not showing it. "He thinks he can make me move."
"You're that telekinetic asshole, right?" the blond folded his arms. "I bet you think you're so powerful. But I'm Number One here. And you're not. So move it."
Y/N didn't.
The class was mildly impressed, but then switched to worrying about the interesting girl as Bakugo raised his hand.
Without even blinking, Y/N wiggled her fingers in a quick but precise movement, making the boy's arm drop back to his side.
She smirked, trying not to show the effect that even that small action had had on her. Damn it.
Weariness settled into her, and she probably would've collapsed if she wasn't lying down.
