Teach her a lesson.

Bate decided that the teacher needed a lesson. One she won't soon forget.

"Hey teacher, as recompense, can you write that last formula on the board again."

She sneered at him, but turned to do so. But then she stopped as she realised who owned that board.

"Oh, right. You can use that board." She looked at Bate like how some redneck, white-trash hick would've looked at the jewish couple who only now (Read: after two minutes) got out of the queue, and now they could finally get their forty-pack of red bull and cigarettes.

As her back was turned, he quickly made his way to the only door in and out the room, and scrawled his name on it. Then he called out to the teacher, "Ey, Teach!"

She looked at him, as angry as she would be if he called her a slur."Yes?" She nearly shouted. But then she saw the door, and the colour drained from her face.

See, he was wondering how exactly quirk worked, and he had a minor epiphany. What if he changed the type of ownership? From 'this is my pen' to 'this is my pet' or, _And this was why he really hoped this worked, _what if he changed the type of ownership to 'It is mine, and would be a taboo to take from me', like taking a crutch from an old lady?

And, from the look of abject misery on her face, like he caught her doing something unspeakable, he knew he had got her right where he wanted her.

Bate held his breath, hoping this quirkist asshat wouldn't just decide that enough was enough and just hit him with her mind reading quirk to figure out what was going on. She looked dead inside, even as her short coppery red bangs and longer ponytail fluttered slightly in the slow wind.

"How much..." She paused, as if weighing what she was about to say. "How much would I have to pay you to use that door later?"

Fucking BINGO.

"Honestly, it's a bit of a strange request, but can I write on your arm?"

She blinked at me, as if that was the weirdest thing Bate could have asked... which was fair. "I... Alright then," His teacher gave him her arm, but if looks could kill, he would be a stain for the next janitor to find. "But if you use this as a reason to feel me up, or you write something... derogatory..." She let the threat hang in the air.

Oh, what a bitch. Thank christ her reign of terror was over. He wrote his name on her arm, and mentally willed it to work like a dog collar, signalling to all that saw it that Ms Nayuta was now his pet.

She looked down, and blushed drunkenly.

AN1: Apologies for the hick line, that one got away from me. I just wanted to get my point across for the later reveal.

AN2: Get the reference with the name? You definitely will by next chapter.