Tics and Scratches

Chapter 1

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Hiya! So this story originally started out as a one-shot that would let me vent since my mum refuses to believe I am not throwing my head around on purpose. In a rather predictable turn of events I found myself really enjoying writing again and decided to try and split it into chapters. I was never going to post this but as my plan got longer and longer I thought it would be a shame to not let other people read whatever this is. HOWEVER. Because of the topics covered in here I wanted to explain the situation. 

Bakugo's experience with 'the shivers' in chapter 1 (and only chapter 1) is an exact portrayal of my past and current situation (except the trigger for mine worsening was the initial UK lockdown instead of a kidnapping).Hence why I began to write this. However, as I wrote more of this I thought it would be a shame to not develop Bakugo's situation and explore what would be going through his head etc. I am in no way trying to romanticise Tourette's or any other sort of tic disorders! I am also in no way implying that whatever janky situation that is happening with me will turn into Tourette's syndrome or any another type of tic disorder. It's probably just from me doing something as a tiny child and picking it up as a habit or something stupid.

As Bakugo develops more complex motor and verbal tics I have tried to do some research into Tourette's syndrome so that I do not misrepresent anything (although Bakugo's tics will never develop into the severity that is often shown in main stream media.) However, if anything I write offends anyone or is inaccurate please just let me know so that I can change it as soon as I can!

As you can probably tell I am very reluctant to post this but I hope you enjoy!

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The pressure in the back of his neck began to build yet again. It was incessant. Over and over it would slowly crawl up Bakugo's back before settling ,hidden, at the base of his neck. It would wait, taunting him of what was to come, before taking control and throwing his head roughly to one side or another.

Bakugo sighed and rubbed at the ache making its home at back of his neck as he tried to focus on the pile of holiday work in front of him. He would normally have finished all this homework (and extra) weeks ago, he wasn't like the rest of his so called friends. Yet here he was, a week before the start of the new school term, still with a hefty pile of paper in front of him. It wasn't like he didn't understand the material. If he was actually able to focus his mind he would absolutely decimate the pile in a maximum of three hours. However, he was too busy allowing his mind to race through explanations and reasonings to why his damn neck would just NOT STOP FUCKING MOVING. Ever since he was 12 he would have moments where he mysteriously lost control of his body for just a couple of seconds resulting in a violent shiver. He was convinced this was normal, it was just like a shiver from being cold...which also happened when he was very much not cold. It had never bothered him. It only happened every so often when he was nervous or tired and no one ever noticed. So it really was nothing to worry about. However, now his brain kept wandering back to this phenomenon of his younger years wondering if it was the same as whatever had been plaguing him recently.  

It had started off gradually a couple of weeks before the holiday. He had been sitting down at the dinner table with his parents, minding his own god damn business, when the then unfamiliar tingling pressure crawled up his spine and began to fester at the base of his neck. He had rubbed at his neck worrying about if he had gone slightly too hard in training earlier that day and sprained something in his neck. Neck injuries were always the worst and he was not looking forward to having to endure that pain for the next week. However, before he knew it his head had roughly jerked upwards, almost as if he had suddenly seen the biggest mother-fucking spider to ever live scuttle above him on the ceiling. He had paused for a second, staring at the immaculate ceiling above him, before slowly lowering his head and shoving an indecent amount of rice into his mouth. The old hag stared at him for a second obviously contemplating whether to reprimand him for disturbing the perfectly still air around her or not, before carrying on with her meal. Later that night Bakugo had cursed as his head whipped to the side before settling yet again. Back then he had blamed the disturbance in his body to coming home on a weekend so close to the holiday.