𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙶. [ 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 ]

19

"I think that's all?" yuuji turned to y/n.

"uh-uhm!" A curly-green haired boy raised a hand in a shy manner.

"yes...?" nobara started.

"Midoriya Izuku! c-can I ask what your quirks are? I-If you don't m-mind of course!" the boy asked as he pulled out a note and a pen.

The four students looked at each other, not knowing what to do as they haven't and didn't discuss how they'd respond for questions like his, but still gave each other a nod as they faced back.

"we three don't have quirks," midoriya's eyes widen as he was ready to apologize, until fushiguro continued. "but she has." pointing at y/n.

"i-i-i'm s-sorry!" midoriya bowed frantically.

"It's fine, don't worry. we have a thing to tell but we won't tell details as it's classified only for us students of Tokyo tech." fushiguro waved it off and motioned for y/n to start talking as she has the most information from the elders.

y/n raised a brow at him, "huh? why me?" she pointed at herself.

"they told you the most, didn't they?" he whispered to her in irritation, to which the h/c haired girl just sighed in annoyance.

"okay, listen closely you shits, because I'm not gonna repeat my words." she told them with attitude.

"she's like bakugo, but a bit more chill."

"I heard that frog face! Wanna say that again to my face?!"

"Alright, settle down, we only have 35 minutes to spare so lend me your ears." again, y/n spoke in an unamused manner.

"tch. who're you to tell me what to fucking do." he mumbled under his breath, though y/n still managed to catch on to what he said, she payed no mind.

"the three of them have something more special than that of a quirk, and it's called a cursed technique, although, itadori doesn't have one cause he's got an unbelievable speed and strength. tho he did eat some weird shit." you mumbled, enough for itadori to hear as from the corner of your eye you could see him giving you an offended look while you pretended to look around, scanning each and one of the students, noticing how focused they were on what you were spouting, you continued.

"you can't possibly see them but, we call these things you don't see as 'curses' that normal people like you lot can't see, touch nor kill. they're highly dangerous because they came from people's negative emotions. All the more reason why we exist." she explained.

"ribbit, what exactly are you guys?" asui asked as she tilted her head in a curious manner.

"sorry, classified." y/n apologized in an unapologetic way. "If any one of you try and find out, even going all out as to follow us around outside the school grounds, we can't guarantee you guys protection, just as the saying 'curiosity killed the cat' goes. Take it both as a warning and an advice." y/n's peircing e/c eyes bore through them as they felt themselves sweat from the immense aura she's emmiting.

"h-how can we trust you to be our teacher, when your warning sounded so threatening?!" mineta pointed at y/n as he stuttered out his words.

'weak ass wimpy sack of balls.' y/n thought to herself as she glared at mineta who almost pissed his pants.

fushiguro sighed as he stepped up and bonked y/n, apologizing to the class. "that's just her being her, you don't have to take everything that comes out of her mouth too seriously. trust me, I've known her far more longer than these two." he pointed to nobara and itadori who nodded in confirmation.

"we're not spies nor are we villains, you can even ask your teachers around and the caterpillar beside y/n." nobara reassured.

"after all! we're here to teach and learn together with you guys! I really hope we'd get along well!" yuuji added.

"there's still one question we haven't answered...It's that megane's, right?" nobara turned her head to y/n who perked up in realization.

"hm? ah, right~ what was it again?" she innocently asked back, scratching her cheek.

"uhh..if I remember right.." yuuji pondered as he tried to remember what Iida asked, "...he asked why the four of us were still needed to teach them and what will we teach them!" he proudly grinned.

"I remember now...yeah..alright, how do I explain this?" y/n whispered out the last sentence in a sweat.

"you know what?" y/n now stood up properly as the class along with her partners looked unsure of what she was gonna say next, "let's just wake up aizawa and let him do the talking!" their eyes widen as she began poking the hibernating caterpillar.

"zawa~" poke. All of them began sweating at what she was doing.

"oh, so sweet papa zawa~" It was more like she was poking a resting bear as her pokes began to pace up.

"not waking up? how about a slap then?"

"NO!" but it was too late as she slapped him across the face, the impact of the slap echoing inside the now silent classroom as the students tensed up in their seats sweating buckets.

A groan. And there they all expected the worst to happen.

But to their luck...

"what? are the four of you done?" aizawa asked y/n who was up in his face with the same innocent smile, which he rose a brow at.

"can you answer your student's question for good li'l me?"

"why? what's the question?" he stripped out of his sleeping bag, placing it under his arm as he faced her.

"why we're still needed to teach them and what would we teach them based on the first question's reason."

"don't you already know this?"

"Do I? but...Isn't it a teacher's responsibility to provide an answer for the question asked? I'm only a student-teacher, so I don't really know the full story at all." you grinned up at him while he had an annoyed expression.

He knew you woke him up just for your own fun, or it could also be because you seriously have a habit getting on everyone's nerves.

"brat."

Oh, boy. what y/n didn't knew was aizawa had something up his sleeve the very moment she woke him up.

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ʕ´•ᴥ•'ʔ ᶠᵘⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ
y/n's cursed technique remains unknown to the jujutsu world, the time she first shown it to gojo and the rest was not really true. even to the new students and megumi. In short, it's not a cursed speech type like inumaki's, it was all only for show.

[ from this point, I don't even know what I'm writing and making up anymore. ]