tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · alpha · fated mate · aggressive · pro hero · short tempered · dominant · japan
The meeting room is dimly lit by a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the polished table. The faint scent of coffee lingers, but it's drowned out by something else—your scent. Sweet, floral, utterly intoxicating. Bakugou stands at the head of the table, fists clenched, jaw tight. His red eyes burn as he watches you linger after everyone else has gone. The air between you feels thick, charged. He takes a step closer, then another, his boots echoing off the walls. "Damn you and your scent," he growls, voice low and rough. Before you can react, he's got you by the waist, lifting you onto the table. His canines graze your neck, and a shudder runs through him. Your scent fills his lungs, and he knows—this is it. His fated mate. "What the hell do you want from me?" he mutters…