Star Damaged [BakuDeku]

An Unexpected Confrontation

The Omega sighed and lowered his head, rubbing his temples to keep himself awake. After taking a few deep breaths and sorting out his thoughts, he began, "Mr. Bakugou, marriage is not a game. It doesn't matter whether you're in debt to someone, or any other reason you might have, but it still doesn't change the fact that we're practically strangers to each other. We've only met due to a coincidence. Do you know what kind of person I am? Do you know my past?"

"The one I want to marry is the you right now. I don't care about your past; it has nothing to do with me."

Of course this was his answer. Typical Alpha. It was as tyrannical and overbearing as Izuku had expected.

Veridian eyes became serious. "Even so, my past is still an important part of me. I can't cut that out of my life, nor can I hide it away from you. Mr. Bakugou, clearly we aren't compatible together. I sincerely beg that you take back your proposal."

His retort was followed by complete silence. Izuku became nervous by the lack of a response, unconsciously releasing a grassy distressed scent. Maybe he had been a bit harsh while refusing the ash blond's offer...

Right when Omega thought that the Alpha was about to fly into a rage after the rejection, Bakugou finally opened his mouth and answered in an unusually calm voice, "Alright, I got it."

Izuku's tightly wound up nerves relaxed at this confirmation. Thank God he finally got it, the greenette thought in relief before saying, "That's good. Then, I'll see you in the morning."

"'Night."

Bakugou watched Izuku flee into his bedroom, shutting the door right behind him. He smirked and laid back down on the couch, nuzzling the area where Izuku sat moments before. It was still slightly warm, and imbued with his refreshing scent. His eyes narrowed in lazy contentment before sliding shut.

I'm not giving up that easily...

~*~

The next morning, Izuku was awakened by the smell of . . . pancakes in his apartment?

He got up to investigate and opened the door—only to have his view filled up with a lot of skin.

"Oh!" He squeaked.

The Omega stared at the sight before him, eyes widening pools of emeralds. Bakugou was shirtless, talking on his phone while pacing around the apartment. The greenette's eyes couldn't help but trail across the steamy, glowing skin and muscles. It seemed like the Alpha had just finished taking a shower, judging by the dampness of his ash blond hair.

He swallowed harshly, feeling his face heat up. The impact was too much.

Bakugou didn't seem to mind Izuku's ogling, backing away from the door to the couch where his clothes were neatly laid out. He ended his call and reached out for his shirt. While buttoning it on, he said, "There's an emergency situation at work, I have to go now. I borrowed your kitchen earlier and made pancakes. Can you help Katsumi get ready to leave?"

"Oh, okay." Izuku tore his eyes away from watching Bakugou dress himself, turning back towards his room to wake up the pup. Who was already awake, looking up at the Omega questioningly. He turned to his father and watched him put on his coat. The pup seemed to be unhappy about something, scowling adorably.

"Katsumi, go change your clothes. After you eat breakfast, we're going." The Alpha ordered his son.

What he got in reply: BANG!

The bedroom door slammed shut. Seconds later, the door knob jiggled and a small click was heard.

How ruthless.

The two adults exchanged a look before hurrying over to the door. Bakugou tried twisting the door knob. His brat had locked it. He turned to Izuku with an apologetic look. "Do you have a key?"

Izuku shook his head awkwardly. "I do, but it's inside my room."

Bakugou pinched his brow as he spoke irritably, "I'm giving you five minutes before I break down this door. Don't you ever think of coming back here if you don't come out by then."

"U-Um, Mr. Bakugou, this apartment belongs to the company," the Omega reminded him timidly, "...and I can't afford to pay for repairs..."

"Fine." The Alpha turned away from the door in a huff.

Five minutes later, the door was still shut.

"Bakugou Katsumi! If you're going to wait for me to force you out, then I won't be as nice as I am right now!" the ash blond fumed, infuriated by his son's childish antics. "Don't think that I'm not about to do it! I can and I will!"

Not a single peep sounded from inside after his ultimatum. The pup was really testing his father's limits.

How merciless.

Izuku was watching the comedic duo and silently fought to hold back his laughter. He knew that seeing this shouldn't seem so funny to him, but he couldn't help but think that it wasn't everyday that he woke up to top-class comedy first thing in the morning. The Omega had a feeling that this wasn't their usual morning routine. After calming himself down, he finally spoke up, "I have to work later, but it's okay if Katsumi wants to stay a little longer."

"It's fine. I'll call his psychiatrist," Bakugou grumbled as he pulled out his phone. Izuku watched him speechlessly. Although he knew about Katsumi's particular condition, it seemed a bit extreme to be calling a psychiatrist over a small problem like this.

Izuku coughed lightly before venturing, "Um, why don't you let me try?"

Tired eyes flicked towards greenette before the Alpha sighed heavily and moved aside, "Go for it."

Izuku leaned against the door and began with a soft, gentle tone: "Katsumi? It's me, Izuku. Can you come outside?"

Silence. He hoped that the pup was listening as he went on, "I'd love to have you stay, but I have to work later. I can't take care of you, so be good and go home with your dad, okay?"

A creak sounded from his bed. That was a good sign. Izuku continued, "I have an idea. How about this: let's exchange phone numbers! That way, we can talk anytime you want! We can even facetime! How does that sound?"

Sounds of wavering footsteps made their way to the other side of the door.

"You know, my boss will be very mad at me if I'm late for work." The Omega sounded pitiful as he slowly backed away from the door. He yawned and managed to squeeze out a few tears. "He's very mean and he'll yell at me! Waaah! Waaaah! I don't want to see him, I want to see Katsumi-!"

The door unlocked with a click and was flung open. A smol Might crashed himself into Izuku's waiting arms, whimpering apologetically. Bakugou looked on in amazement as the two cuddled and scented each other. He had been prepared for a long war, but Izuku actually managed to coax his pup out peacefully.

If only they had known each other from the last time when Katsumi locked himself in the attic. His entire family of four, his best friend, all the butlers and servants, the psychiatrist, and even a negotiation expert who had been hired as a last resort, all had failed to talk his son out. In the end, they broke the door down and Katsumi ignored everyone for a whole month.

Of course, Izuku had no idea about this, thinking that the pup was pretty obedient for the most part despite his tragic past. He picked Katsumi up and continued to scent him as he carried him over to the table for breakfast.

Seeing how sorry the pup was, Izuku didn't have the heart to scold him. Instead, he said, "I know you didn't mean to make me cry. Honey, don't worry, I forgive you!"

Katsumi looked happier from hearing those words, and passed him a note before starting to eat. Izuku unfolded it to see a string of numbers.

"Oh, is this your number? Yay! I'll save it right now, and when I'm not busy, I'll definitely give you a call when I'm free, okay?"

Bakugou felt like something was off. His son didn't have a phone, so what did he give to the Omega?

Using his height to his advantage, he looked over greenette's shoulder to look. That was his phone number.

Not bad—as expected of his pup!