#alpha!bakugo

The two of them had never been so anxious in their lives, and everyone around them could see it. The second they saw you in Shigaraki’s hold, a hand around your neck, one finger away from sudden death, something snapped within them. Their omega……. How could anyone take what was theirs? How could anyone threaten to destroy such a precious thing? How could anyone expect to live after scaring you like that? They were livid. Bakugo nearly lunged then and there to try to grab you and rip Shigaraki’s head off, and, surprisingly, Shoto nearly joined him, until Aizawa stopped them both to warn them against it.

The two of them are inconsolable. They fight against Aizawa, protesting his warnings, trying to push past while growling because this Alpha instincts are boiling up inside of them to the point that they see red. Bakugo's so hotheaded normally, it's impossible for him to see any kind of reason when he's like this. But Aizawa's right. If they did anything while you were up there in Shigaraki's grip, you'd be dead before they could get to you.

Bakugo tugs at his hair furiously. "Shoto-- Do... Do... something..." He's trying so hard to hold himself back, but they can both smell how terrified you are, even from where they're standing so far away. "The smell-- Shoto-- Do-- Do something!"

"You can't," Aizawa tries to remind them calmly.

But Shigaraki doesn’t think that’s too fun. No, no, no. Run at him! Full power! And if they won’t do it, he’ll force their hands. So with a smirk, he drops you off the roof of the building he’s standing on.

Bakugo and Shoto move as one. They speed at you as fast as they can, Bakugo flying through the air, Shoto skating on the ice he can barely force under his feet in time to keep up with his desperation. Still, he’s the one who managers to catch you. While you’re screaming and falling, he’s the one who thinks to use his Quirk to put a slide under you at the last second. Sure, it still hurts when your ass lands on the ice, but it’s better than having them lose you.

Bakugo doesn’t waste a second before turning around to take his shot at Shigaraki once he knows you’re safe with Shoto. Everyone knows it’s stupid. Hell, Shoto’s shrieking, “Baku— No!” while you’re in his arms, passed out, your breath shallow.

Shigaraki got what he wanted.

Bakugo.

A hero.

A victim.

Kacchan fights to the best of his ability for as long as he can, using his anger to fuel him just like always, but it's stronger now that his Alpha instincts have kicked in. Someone tried to hurt you, his omega. No one would ever hurt you. Ever. He made that promise a long time ago when he first scented you while you were hiding in his arms, telling him that you were ready. Shigaraki had to die. If not for all of his past crimes, then for this alone.

You aren't awake to see it. Bakugo and Shoto are both thankful for that in the moment. You don't see the way Shigaraki smirks oh-so-wickedly as he lands the finishing blow. You don't see the way Bakugo's body flies back through the air and lands on the ground with a loud thud. You don't hear the cry that comes from Shoto. You don't feel the way he puts you on his back so that he can carry you over while he goes to check on Kacchan. You don't see your Alpha's bloodied body. You don't see how everyone else immediately jumps into action. You don't hear Shoto as he tries his very best to get Bakugo to wake up while he's sobbing.

When you do wake up, it's over-- It's been over for a bit. The conclusion doesn't matter to you so much as your Alphas' safety, which is the first thing on your mind as you race out of bed, despite your aching head, and you run out of the room to find your back in your large apartment, like it was all just a bad dream. But was it? No. You wish it would have been a bad dream. Everyone wishes that it was just a dream... Because Shoto's standing there, bandages over his hands and right eye, dark circles under his eye to show that he hadn't been sleeping, wearing casual clothes to let you know that he wasn't expecting to be called away to work any time soon.

"Where's Kacchan?" you question quietly.

Shoto has to catch you in his arms again when he takes you to see Bakugo's body. The Alpha in him is in excruciating pain when he hears you cry out Kacchan's name. The pheromones radiating off of you are even worse than when you were so scared the other day-- Shoto feels like the only way he can console you now is by holding you as you cry while he tries to use his own scent to make you feel better. It hardly works.

The only thing that makes you feel better is tucking yourself up next to Bakugo's body, like a sad puppy that sits at the foot of their owner's bed when they're sick. He isn't warm. That's the first thing you notice. Even though they've been keeping him in a freezer in the morgue until they can decide what to do with him, you knew that if he were alive, he would have still been warm due to his Quirk, and he would have kept you warm, too.

"They've been in there for days, Todoroki," Ida whispers. "You have to take them home."

But Shoto's already tried. He can't get you to leave the morgue unless it's for an hour or so to eat lunch and dinner every day. Other than that, you're always tucked up against Kacchan, whimpering like sad omegas do, nuzzling him with your nose like it would get him to move magically. Shoto doesn't know what to do. He keeps you warm the best he can; But he can't get you to go home where you should be.

They have to drag you out.

Ida does it because Shoto can't bear to do it. He picks you up off the table, with Shoto's permission, of course, and he starts to carry you out, which is when you realize what's happening, so you fight back, scrambling to get out of the Pro-Hero's arms while whimpering and calling out for your Kacchan. Shoto feels like he's being stabbed again and again every time you whine. The Alpha in him is screaming to give you everything you want because you deserve the whole world, but they just can't let this continue anymore. You have to move on. You have to go home. They need to finally put Bakugo to rest.

At home, you're just as bad. You start to get a fever-- Not from being in the morgue for so long, but because of withdrawals. Neither you nor Shoto really know what's happening before it's too late because neither of you had to ever even think of dealing with this before. The fever hits first, and then the loss of appetite (which Shoto just tries to attribute to you missing Bakugo), then the shivering, then the clawing, crying, insomnia, nightmares, etc. Shoto only figures out what's really happening when you fall out of bed one afternoon, trying to crawl your way out of the room to go find him, and he finds you on the floor, sobbing, clawing at the scent glands on the right side of your neck, complaining that it hurts so bad you can't breathe.

"Sho... Sho, help me," you plead. "It hurts, Sho--" You're panting desperately. "It hurts so bad!"

He pries your hands away from you and hugs you tight. "It's okay," he coos. "It'll be okay. It just hurts 'cause he hasn't scented you in so long."

You cry harder. "It hurts--"

He still tries to shush you to get you to calm down the best you can, but it's no use. Bakugo always had the stronger pheromones between the two Alphas. He scented you first all those years ago, biting down and claiming your right side as his, and he'd made sure to nip at that same spot every time since then. But now you felt like you were dying without him there, and the omega inside you was in agony without his Alpha presence on and in you at all times.

You knew you were being insecure but you couldn’t help but consider the idea that Bakugou didn’t see you as worthy enough to ask. In your mind, it appeared that you were just designed to be with him so there was no point in him giving you a choice. And that hurt you beyond anything you could imagine.

“As fabulous as I am, that smell you’re giving off is killing my beauty,” Aoyama said beside you. You were with your group of friends at the mall and you had decided to sit with the fellow omega when you all went to the food court.

“Sorry,” you murmured. Normally, you’d say something witty in response but you just didn’t have it in you today.

“Are you okay “F/N -Chan?” Midoriya asked.

“Of course she’s fine fucking Deku. She’d tell me if she wasn’t dumbass,” but you wouldn’t. You’d never tell him if you could help it.

“Bakubro, she doesn’t smell fine,” Kirishima tapped your alphas shoulder as everyone else in your class started to smell the air. While you normally smelled like Lilacs and dewy air (that’s the only way that anyone had ever been able to describe the way the air smelled before it rained), when you were upset you projected a stench of sewage.

“Guys I’m fine,” your scent soured even more. By now Bakugou has noticed and he wasn’t pleased with your attempt to keep a secret from him.

“Y/N, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m fine. I already said that. Just let it go,” you got up and left the table. You just weren’t in the mood to be around people.

“The fuck is wrong with you? You don’t walk away from ME like that. WE don’t walk away from each other like that,” Bakugou grabbed your wrists and pulled you to his chest. “WE talk to each other. “

“There is no WE. DON’T YOU GET IT? YOU NEVER ASKED ME TO BE A “WE”. You just keep me along till you find someone else to ask,” you sagged into his chest, sobbing into his shirt. “Why won’t you ask me? Why? Why Katsuki? Am I not good enough to be asked?”

Bakugou didn’t say anything for a few moments. He just stood there then, this large cloud of anger settled into him.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? How do you even think I could feel that way. Who do I tell I love? Who do I kiss? Who do I cuddle? OMEGA, look at me when I talk to you. Enough of that insecure shit. I’ve let this go on far too long. From now on fucking look at me when we talk,” you stared at him with big eyes. “If you wanted a proposal, I’ll give you one, all you had to do is ask. I just didn’t think it mattered so much since I’ve always known I was in love with you. But it appears I need to show you just how much I love you. We’re going home.”

“You said what you did Katsuki...I can’t simply believe that you didn’t mean it, there must have been some truth in there.” You explained.

“NO!” He yelled.

He cradled your face in his hands, the face he worshipped for the better part of his life. The one that plagued his dreams, and sometimes even the cruelest of his nightmares.

“I -“ he suddenly got tongue tied, the words he left unspoken when he shouldn’t are at the tip of his tongue. “I love you (y/n), and I’m sorry I didn’t show it, but I’ll be damned if I leave you to some other Alpha, you’re mine, no one can change that.”

It’s not like Bakugo never said the L words to you before, but he kept it at minimum, due to his own biting nature, but also because of the incredibly happy, adorable expression you made every time that made him want to take on the world for. He was a simp for that expression, and he hated weakness. Now all he wanted was to see it again.

Your expression was troubled.

“Katsuki, you said I’m beneath you, so why am I suddenly important to you ? I won’t let you play me like a fiddle and then toss me like I’m worthless when you’re angry.” You said, maintaining your resolve.

Katsuki looked like he was about to protest, when you firmly reminded him.

“Besides, I have an Alpha, who always makes me feel cherished and loved. He’d never tell me I’m beneath him.”

Your words brought a mix of jealousy and self loathing through him. The male gritted his teeth, but even he knew, he had no right to be angry when he said that shit to her.

“Well, you should have talked to me.” He still tried to defend his stance though.

“What was there to say ?”

“Should of said you were leaving, that you didn’t want to be with me, that you were pregnant, fuck, you should have just said something !”

“Bakugo, you made it clear that you didn’t want me to be a part of your life, you don’t need someone distracting you ! You wanted me to leave you the fuck alone, so I did !”

Words that were left unsaid were tumbling out of your mouth, unburdening you with their weight.

“And I didn’t know I was pregnant until I left.”

A silence took over Katsuki, he knew you were right, but he’ll be damned if he lets you go, especially into the arms of another man. He loved you too much, and love was selfish.

He hugged your midsection, where the pup that’s a mixture of the two of you lied. He started purring, the familiar sound stirring up buried feelings.

Your Omega however, still didn’t respond to him.

“Shitty Omega, you think I’m going to let you leave me again ? No, no, no. I can’t let you and our pup leave me, I love you, and I will live our pup too, you just have to see the best in me one more time.”

You turned away, unable to look at his pleading eyes. You didn’t want to betray Shoto like that, but you hates how he pulled at your heartstrings, like a puppeteer, moving the strings how he wishes.

Bakugo refused to leave. He’s stayed, with the excuse of wanting to be there for his pup, which wasn’t entirely an excuse. He always feared how he might be as a father, but he couldn’t hell the joy at imagining a little pul of his own, with you. God, you looked angelic, he could only hope that the pup inherits your looks, so he could always see you in their.

.....

Shoto walked near the ocean, where he first met you, trying to destress.

Wishful thinking.

“SHOTO” a booming voice called out. Shoto looked startled for a second, until that transformed into disdain upon seeing the object of his hatred.

“What are you doing here ?” Shoto asked coldly.

“Shoto, why did you leave ?” Enji asked, not concealing the sorrow in his voice.

“Isn’t it obvious ?”

A silence enveloped them.

Enji swallowed, looking to the ground in remorse, the remorse that Shoto refused to believe his father harbored.

“You left because of me, but please Shoto, you need to come back.” Pleaded Enji.

“And why is that ?”

“Your mother Shoto, she’s very ill, and had been since you left.” Enji confessed, making Shoto’s heart drop.

His ...mother ?

But he got a grip on himself quickly. This could be a foil play to get him back willingly.

Sho scoffed, turning a scornful eye to the esteemed king Enji.

“And I should believe you because ?”

“You don’t have to, but I know you, you will never forgive yourself if your mother dies without seeing you.”

He was right. Shoto loved his mother too much for that.

But Shoto knows, he couldn’t bring you with him on this risky journey. His father might be lying, and he doesn’t want to think about it or imagine it but; he might hurt you.

“I am going to give the throne to either you or one of your brothers, then taking your mother to the West to find a suitable doctor.” Enji said. It was that serious huh ?

Shoto loved you, and could see himself spending the rest of his life with you but, if it puts your life at risk, then Shoto will gladly chose your happiness over his.

You were the companion that eased his loneliness, and he will be forever grateful to you for showing him the light in this darkened world.

.....

“So how did you find me ?” You asked Bakugo as you sat down in the living room with him, eating strawberries.

He smirked at that. If you thought you could hide, you were sourly wrong.

“I sent spies to each village, keeping an eye on any healers that don’t reside in the castle, or anyone that looks like you. You weren’t as discreet as you could have been.” He explained, then added.

“Plus, that women you helped wasn’t secretive, she ratted you out with the promise of money.”

Well damn, that one stung. Is that how she repays you ?

Bakugo took notice of your soured expression.

“That’s why I tell you to be careful, dumbass.” He reprimanded.

“I don’t regret it though, I wasn’t about to let someone die. And a mother at that.” You rebuttled, and he shrugged.

“And thats why you always get in trouble.”

You glared at him, but Bakugo just thought you looked like a kitten trying to growl. He reached out and pinched your cheek.

You were about to swat his hand away, when Shoto walked in the house, walking briskly into the living room.

He walked in, ignoring Bakugo’s growl, and made his way to you.

“Can we talk ?”

At the vague question, you nodded your head.

Bakugo growled to himself even more when he saw the two of you walk inside the bedroom, glaring at the door like it offended his ancestors, then snatching a strawberry and eating it with elongated canines.

.........

“(Y/n), you understand, right ?” Shoto asked worriedly.

You swallowed, then nodded sadly.

“Besides, I can’t be the father the pup deserves, the only father figure I have is potentially a danger to the both of you.”

At that, you nodded more firmly. You were still heart broken, the Alpha you got used to having everyday, the one you were slowly falling for, is leaving. But somehow, you had a feeling you’d be alright. It would be alright.

He had his reasons anyway, you couldn’t think of endangering your pup, and Shoto doesn’t think he is ready to be a father. He said he still loves you, probably always will, but he had a feeling this is for the best.

Shoto kissed you one last time, the sound resounding throughout the room as be deepened it. You could feel many emotions, but the thing you could feel most is the goodbye through the kiss. Maybe that’s why is was so passionate.

You broke it off when the sound of shattering plates echoed.

Shoto rolled his eyes, and gave you a peck and a hug, before walking to the door and stopping.

“(Y/n), do write me letters when you hear good news.” He said, giving you one last heartfelt smile, before turning the doorknob and walking out.

You laid on the bed, with a soured scent as you sighed.

You caressed your belly. Your bundle of joy would surely erase most the pain.

The door opened, and in your peripheral vision, you saw a tuft of blond hair and a scrunched up nose.

“What’s sup, dumbass ?”

Should you tell him ?

He sat down next to you, then took your hand and started purring to calm your nerves. Somehow, it worked.

You turned to him and smiled, reveling in his surprised face, which then erupted in a blush. You allowed yourself a moment of reprieve, and caressed the blush on his cheeks as you used to. The gesture brought butterflies to both parties.

“Well, I was dumped.”

Bakugo growled, ready to stand up and chase after the half n half bastard for several reasons, but he will begin with this.

But you held his arm, preventing him from moving.

“But it’s understandable.” You reasoned.

“But-“

“Katsuki.” You used that final tone that always let him know you were gravely serious.

Before he can attempt to be belligerent again, you halted him with a question.

“Katsuki, do you even want to be a father ? With me no less ?”

The question made a spark of anger go through him. If not you, then who else ?

He glared at you.

“Damn straight dumbass, if not you, then who else ? Don’t think you’re getting out of this.”

This made you laugh, surprising him. The hostility in his expression broke, making him huff and call you a weirdo.

“I can feel the connection between me and them, maybe it’s because a dragon can sense another, or maybe it’s the connection to my pup, but I know for a fact, I love our pup and I couldn’t wish for a better mother.”

The use of collective pronouns made you feel warm inside, like a journey you were set to take with the most joy filled of companions.

And in a few days time, you held Katsuki’s hand as your pup made it’s way to the world.

Katsuki walked in, his eyes drinking the sight of the pup in your arms with awe, it’s like he was falling all over again.

He walked in and sat beside you as you cooed at the little bundle of joy, a tony baby girl, with flaming red eyes that glistened like the finest rubies, and little tufts of (h/c) hair, the hair he always adored and wanted for his kids. You looked at him with a bright smile, one he wouldn’t trade for the world, and beckoned him closer.

Bakugo held the baby girl in his arms, unable to keep the bubble of affection that sprouted in his heart, and gushed out of his eyes as his love overfilled. He gave her a peck on the forehead, then another just to memorise the soft texture of her skin before she grows up before his eyes.

He then walked to the empty space on the bed, then climbed up and put the pup next to you, careful about moving you lest he elicit pain from the procedure you just underwent.

He went to climb out, but paused when his pup held his finger in her hand, toying with it as she swung it left and right in her tiny arms. He couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as he gazed at her tiny face curiously toying with his finger.

“Aw, she’s so perfect, isn’t she Katsuki ?” You gushed, purring at you baby girl as you caressed her head. Her eyes traveled up to your own hand, then her other hand went and grasped your own finger. She did the same to you as she did Katsuki, then with both of her occupied hands, she brought them together, making your finger touch Katsuki’s own larger one.

You gazed at her mindless actions with awe, both of you unable to take your fingers out of her toying hands and risk losing the contact. Her actions held so much meaning, like she was trying to communicate something despite you knowing it’s not true. Katsuki had a similar thought process. He decided to stop being a pussy and act like the Alpha he is.

“Well, if that’s what the pup wants, I guess you have no choice now.” He said. You looked back at the girl with love, then to Katsuki, and shrugged.

“Guess I have no choice, you’re lucky our baby girl decided to be your wing man.”

Giving Katsuki a chance to prove himself again seemed like the right choice.

Katsuki came closer to you, making you close your eyes as your lips joined in a familiar dance.

The little pup watched her parents curiously, her doe eyes staring at them in obliviousness as she resumed toying with their fingers.

............

Shoto growled as he pumped into Y/N, pulling a loud moan from the Omega as Katsuki held Y/N against his body, gently squeezing and nipping at his claiming mark. “Shoto, hurry the fuck up,” He groaned, nuzzling the Omega. “He smells so fucking good.”

“Shut up,” The Alpha groaned, pumping harder.

Y/N moaned and squirmed, stroking Katsuki’s length slowly as he was being held between the Alpha’s, the heat of their skin and their scents clouding his mind.

“Fuck...I lo-love you both so much,” He moaned, blushing more.

“Love you too, Omega,” Shoto hummed, kissing him as Katsuki squeezed him.

Bakugo stood with his fist poised, ready to knock on the front door to your apartment— that was until he dropped his hand to the side for the umpteenth time that night.

”Fuck— this is so fucking stupid,” he growled, yearning to just punch a goddamn hole in the wall and just leave already.

It was late anyway, you were probably asleep by now. He could just come back tomorrow morning.

He took a step back and turned… that’s what he’ll do, he’ll come back tomorrow morning before you’re meant to report to the agency for work—

He stopped. 

“FUCK—“ Bakugo slammed his fist hard against your front door three times. 

After a few beats he was greeted with the door being swung open and you standing exasperated on the other side.

Almost immediately you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, “No. Go home—“ you went to shut the door but Bakugo shoved his foot in the door before you could.

”We need to talk,” He muttered gruffly, peering down at you with hard eyes.

Your nostrils flared as you stared back up at him with an indignant look, “I have nothing to say to you—“

”Have you been crying?” The words flew past his lips as he took in your appearance. You were dressed in pajamas, no doubt already in bed for the night when he came, and your eyes were swollen and watery as if you had just finished sobbing your eyes out.

You huffed, “Go. Home.”

The two of you stared each other down for another moment before Bakugo forced himself forward and shoved himself inside, throwing you off balance and stumbling backwards, unable to stop him.

Bakugo glanced around your apartment. It was nice— expensive. It was expected of a hero of your notoriety, but even more so due to the fact you were a legacy hero. He wouldn’t lie, despite being relatively close friends ever since Raccoon Eyes all but adopted you into the group during first year, he always did chalk you up to just being another rich kid from another long line of heroes that got everything handed to them on a silver platter. 

He realized with faint recognition that this was the first time he had set foot in your place. You never invited anyone over, always assuming you just liked your privacy but now… he was sure it was more than that.

Bakugo heard the click of the door shutting behind him, followed by a defeated sigh.

“Why are you here Bakugo?” You asked, clearly exhausted, walking past him and deeper into the apartment as you made your way to the kitchen.

”Hah?” He sneered incredulously, following in tow, “You’re really going to ask me that after what happened this afternoon?” 

“I’ve been watching the news all day— you haven’t told anyone yet,” you muttered, reaching the top of your fridge for a bottle of sake.

”Of course I didn’t tell dumbass.”

You threw him a resentful glance over your shoulder, “Well why not?” You spat before unscrewing the top of the bottle and taking a swig before finally seating yourself down at the kitchen island.

Bakugo rounded the island, slamming his hands down on the counter across from you, “How low do you think I am—?”

Your head snapped up, locking your gaze with his once more, ”Pretty fucking low considering I found you going through my shit!— I mean, who even does that!? What were you even trying to find—“

”You’re changing the subject!” Bakugo rushed, ears tinging pink knowing the truth of why he even looked in the first place was embarrassing enough. 

There was a pregnant pause before you finally rolled your eyes and took another swig— it didn’t even matter at this point did it? Your life may as well be over anyway… 

“What do you want?” You finally sighed, resigned to whatever the rest of this interaction was going to be.

”I want to understand,” he replied, more even and controlled than his previous outbursts, “How have you hid this for so long? —And who else knows about you.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, fingering the rim of your sake bottle in thought. “Why should I even tell you?” 

”I’m not going to say anything.”

“That is until you change your mind.”

”I won’t.” He hissed, “I’m not going to get your license revoked— now will you just answer me.”

You continued to remain silent, making him huff in frustration.

”The cold.”

Your eyes slid to his, confusion painting your face, “What?”

”The cold,” he reiterated, clearly annoyed, “It’s my main weakness.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I already know that—“

”I’m just saying— if I tell… then you tell. I have a lot of enemies that would pay for that kinda information.”

You were quiet once more, eyeing him and weighing his words. His own gaze was unrelenting, pinning you in your seat. Bakugo was many things but you never really knew him to go back on his word…

”You’re the only one other than my family, doctor, and trainer that knows,” you sighed, taking a swig, “That’s how we’ve kept it secret, parents that hired a doctor and trainer to mix up the perfect cocktail of drugs and regimens to pass me off as an Alpha. That and a whole lot of hush money.” You muttered sarcastically.

”Why?”

”Why?” You scoffed, “Because I’m a (Y/L/N). We don’t have Omegas, everyone in my family has been born an Alpha and then has trained to become a hero for generations.”

”But you guys do have an Omega.”

You shot him a glare, “Yeah, I’m well aware asshole.”

”So what? Making you a hero was going to somehow save your family name?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what it is. And I was doing a fine job of it too until you decided to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong.”

Bakugo finally took a seat, “You all actually think you can keep this a secret?” He asked incredulously.

You quirked a brow, “I am.”

He pursed his lips… technically that was true, but more so because it would have been unthinkable that an Omega would have managed to get as far as you have in this field. 

Honestly it was a goddamn miracle you even managed to get into class 1-A to begin with. 

If it wasn’t for that he probably would have believed you were at least a Beta if not an Omega, especially as your scent gave no indication…

Bakugo perked up, “Why don’t you smell like an Omega?”

“Drugs,” you shrugged, “My brothers also scent me to mask whatever’s left.”

”And what about—“ heats, Bakugo caught himself before he could say it, the realization hitting him over the head like a ton of bricks. You experience heats. A blush spread across his cheeks, mind suddenly clouded by images of you locked away in your bedroom  and—

“What about what?” You asked him impatiently, “Are we done here yet? You already get the gist and if I still have a job in the morning then I need to go to bed now.”  You stood up, rounding the kitchen island back towards the front door with Bakugo following behind hesitantly. He still had so many questions but was suddenly and actually aware that you were an Omega… he had never been very tactful around Omegas before.

You stood by the now open door, waiting for him to leave.

And so he did, but not before you stopped him with one final thing left to say. You had stopped him with a grip on his bicep, peering up at him with serious eyes, “You need to be aware of how you treat me in public going forward. If you start pulling some Alpha bullshit and favoring me on missions or doting on me in front of our friends I will make sure every one of your enemies finds out Dynamight can’t handle the cold. Understood?”

He bared his teeth and in a low whisper said, “Don’t get such a big head— you’re still an extra to me.” 

With that he had tugged his arm from your grasp and headed out.

He would never admit that what you had said was exactly what had been weighing on his mind since he found the pill bottle.

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