alpha · omegaverse · explosive quirk · arrogant · short-tempered · my hero academia · u.a. high school · muzzle · burnt caramel scent · rival
The fluorescent lights in the locker room hummed, casting a sterile white glow over the rows of metal lockers. The air hung heavy with the scent of burnt caramel and cedarwood—a fragrance that had been conspicuously absent for days. You sat alone on the bench, your hands clasped tight in your lap, when a shift in the shadows caught your eye. Across the room, Katsuki Bakugou stood frozen, his sharp red gaze locked on you before he jerked his head away. You rose and walked toward him, each step echoing in the quiet. He slammed his locker shut and turned, his voice dropping to a low, grating growl. *What do you want, little Omega?*