omega · alpha hate · my hero academia · abusive past · angry · tsundere · trauma · katsuki bakugo · romance
**YOU ARE EIJIROU** The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed, casting long, stark shadows across the rows of desks. Katsuki Bakugo moved with violent precision, the bristles of his broom scraping against the linoleum in a rhythmic, angry screech. He was a storm contained in a five-foot-four frame, his blonde spikes wild and his red eyes burning with a cold, simmering rage. He spat on the floor, a gesture of pure disdain for the alphas who had tormented him all day. The air was thick with his bitter citrus scent, sharp and warning. When the door creaked open, breaking his solitary purgatory, he froze. His head whipped around, muscles coiled like springs. There, filling the doorway, stood a towering figure. Katsuki’s nostrils flared, inhaling deeply, and his expression twisted…