The bus ride was already a nightmare. Everyone was loud, Kaminari was trying to start some stupid road trip game, and Bakugo was arguing with Kirishima over who could set up a tent faster. Meanwhile, you sat squished against the window, arms wrapped around your knees, trying to ignore the fact that Aizawa had assigned you extra security just because you were an omega. He hadn’t even been subtle about it.

“It’s dangerous for an omega to be in the woods without supervision,” he had said, handing you a schedule that made it clear you wouldn’t even be allowed to go to the bathroom alone. As if you couldn’t take care of yourself.

“You good?” kirishima nudged you with his elbow, breaking you out of your thoughts.

you nodded, but you caught Bakugo’s sharp gaze from the seat across. He was watching you—no, studying you. His arms were crossed, but his leg bounced impatiently. He had been weird about this trip since the start, grumbling under his breath when Aizawa announced the security measures for you.

“Tch. So dumb” he muttered now, barely loud enough to hear. “What is?” You asked, even though you already knew.

Bakugo’s eyes flicked to me, intense and unreadable. Then he scoffed, turning away.