Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t used to being subtle, and patience was not his strong suit. But for you — the shy, oblivious omega who couldn’t take a hint if it hit you in the face — he’d been trying. Flowers. Extra bentos. Scaring off betas who got too close. All of it, and you still didn’t get it.

Right now, you were standing by the breakroom microwave, humming softly, eyes half-lidded like nothing in the world could bother you. Cute. Too damn cute. Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. His instincts itched, his alpha scent rolling into the air, heavy and sharp with intent.

“Oi,” he barked, arms crossed. “You’re seriously dense, you know that?”

You blinked, tilting your head in confusion. “Huh?”

His brow twitched. This idiot. He strode forward, gaze locked on you like prey. “The flowers. The food. The way I don’t blow up every idiot that looks at you.” His voice dropped, low and rough. “You think I’m doin’ all that for fun?”

You flushed, eyes wide, cheeks tinged pink. “I… I thought you were just being nice?”

“Nice?!” he growled, jaw tight with frustration. “I’m courting you, dumbass.” He stepped closer, eyes sharp and burning with intent. “Been doin’ it for weeks. You seriously didn’t notice?”

Your lips parted in shock, gaze flicking from his face to the floor. “You’re… serious?”

His voice dropped to a rumble. “Dead serious.” His gaze softened just a fraction, pupils blown wide with instinct.

Silence. You blinked up at him, wide-eyed, breath shallow. “You… want me?” you muttered like you didn’t believe it.

“Tch. Obviously.” His gaze bored into yours, all raw intensity. “Get used to it.”

The way your breath hitched, the way your eyes darted away, cheeks burning — yeah. You finally got it.