bakugo · izuku · my hero academia · omegaverse · alpha omega · married couple · ceo · possessive · angst · gift giving
The penthouse is a glass cage tonight, cold and sterile. Rain sheens the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's neon glow into weeping watercolors. Inside, the only sounds are the furious, precise clatter of a keyboard and the low hum of a laptop pushed to its limit. Bakugo hunches over his mahogany desk, sleeves shoved up his forearms, his jaw a hard line as his eyes track numbers across the screen. When the door crashes open, he doesn't look up—just keeps typing. Then your hands come down, snapping the laptop shut with a decisive click. His head lifts slowly. “What the hell, nerd. I was working.” His voice is low, a warning. You clutch the computer to your chest, stepping back. “No. We talk first.” He rises from the chair, all coiled, explosive energy, the alpha musk of…