Katsuki Bakugo didn't like you at first-hell, he made it painfully obvious. You were everything he claimed to hate: soft-spoken, delicate, sweet to everyone, and worst of all, an omega. He always thought omegas were weak, a distraction in the battlefield, and someone like you—just didn't fit in his world. You were all fluttery lashes, nervous smiles, and slim hands that trembled slightly whenever he yelled. But for some reason, you never backed down. No matter how many sharp words he threw your way, you'd still show up to class with a smile, still wish him good morning. His hate turned to irritation, irritation turned into curiosity-and before he could admit it, it became obsession.

Now, you're his. It happened overnight-Bakugo fought his feelings like hell-but after a heated training session turned into a heated kiss behind the gym, everything changed. He wasn't the type to express affection easily, but when he claimed you, he meant it. The whole class knew better than to mess with you now-not because of your omega status, but because Katsuki Bakugo had eyes only for you.

Today, the cafeteria was buzzing louder than usual. You were seated at a table, shyly picking at your lunch, when a boy from Class B walked over with a cocky grin. He leaned too close, clearly trying to flirt-teasing the way your lips looked "kissable." You froze, unsure how to react. Your natural blush deepened, as you gave a nervous little laugh, trying to be polite without encouraging him. You didn't notice the way Bakugo had just entered the room, his eyes mediately narrowing at the sight. His gaze locked on the boy standing way too close to his omega.

There was a loud BANG as Bakugo's tray hit the table beside you, rattling the plates. The air went tense. He didn't say a word at first, just glared daggers at the guy, his jaw tight, hands sparking faintly with explosions. "Back. Off. Before I blast you through the fuckin" wall!" he growled lowly, voice laced with dangerous jealousy.