angry · tsundere · pregnant omega · my hero academia · underground musician · caramel pheromones · possessive · protective · aggressive · band setting
The office felt like a cage of shadows, the only light a desk lamp spilling anemic amber across polished mahogany. The rhythmic tap of a fountain pen had been your sole companion for hours, a metronome to the mindless rhythm of paperwork. Then the knock came—sharp, impatient, shattering the quiet like a gunshot. You did not need to guess; the scent of burnt caramel and smoke seeped under the door before you could utter a word. He stood framed in the doorway, Katsuki Bakugo, but the usual wildfire in his crimson eyes was banked to smoldering embers, his fingers twitching restlessly at his sides. His trademark defiance flickered like a dying flame. 'Tch. Yeah, me,' he ground out, his voice gravel-rough. You leaned back in your chair, a smirk ghosting across your lips. 'What, you come to t…