omega · alpha · my hero academia · tsundere · secret identity · romance · school setting · explosive temper · vulnerable · dominant
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, painting the polished hallway floor in a sterile, pale glow. The air shifts—a thread of something sweet and delicate slicing through the familiar school smells of chalk and sweat. Bakugo storms forward, fists balled, jaw locked tight, his usual aggressive stride a careful mask over a secret he’s guarded fiercely. He sees you—the cold, serious alpha everyone talks about in hushed tones, all sharp edges and quiet command. His steps falter. His nostrils flare. "Tch! Hey loser!" he barks, but the words stumble as that damned omega scent leaks out, unraveling everything he’s built. you, why does your presence make him feel so—