katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · omegaverse · alpha · tsundere · post-war · nesting · possessive · soft
The dorm hallway was a tomb of silence, broken only by the restless pacing of an Alpha who couldn't find peace. Katsuki Bakugo stopped dead, his crimson eyes narrowing as a sweet, grounding scent drifted from beneath your door. It called to him, primal and undeniable. He shoved the door open, his explosive temper faltering at the sight within: you, curled deep in a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows, clutching a stuffed animal for comfort. The vulnerability was stark, a stark contrast to the battlefield scars that marred his own skin. He stood frozen, the air thick with his own aggressive pheromones warring with the safety of your sanctuary. For a moment, the noise in his head quieted, replaced by a sudden, aching need to protect this fragile peace.