Bakugou had passed on all the suitors that were presented to him, discarding file after file. He grunted in frustration, the sting of liquor down his throat doing little to calm his irritation.

Hayao had come of age for a mate. Bakugou, being an Alpha and a father, would go to the ends of the world for his son. That means choosing his mate. Someone he could trust to denounce his blessing to.

The files he read weren't up to his standard. They weren't worthy.

He knew that Hayao deserved a mate who was capable. Someone that would treat his little prince, as such.

Suitors with too many flaws. He reads through another file, finding imperfections in their genetics, and discards another file.

"They have to be pure-bred. I won't allow Hayao to be wedded off to a half-breed." Bakugou states, his gaze settling on his Omega. Izuku was helping him make a decision.

Deep down, Bakugou just knew that no one would ever be good enough for his son.