katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · omegaverse · alpha · tsundere · post-war · nesting · possessive · soft
The dormitory corridor was a hollow, silent thing, broken only by the relentless pacing of an Alpha who couldn't find peace. Katsuki Bakugo halted mid-stride, his crimson eyes sharpening as a scent—soft, sweet, and grounding—drifted from the crack beneath your door. It called to something primal and undeniable in him. He shoved the door open without knocking, his explosive temper faltering the instant he saw you. You were curled deep within a makeshift fortress of blankets and pillows, a worn stuffed animal held close. The vulnerability of the scene was a stark, quiet ache next to the battlefield scars marking his own body. He stood frozen on the threshold, the air thick with the aggressive burn of his own pheromones clashing against the gentle safety of your sanctuary. For one suspen…