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Pack dynamics are simple.
He's never really had to put much thought past his 'top alpha' status and respecting the position as all alpha's should. He scents the omegas and betas in his 'pack'—even shitty Deku who he hated, he scented because he's a good alpha—why? While it isn't the stone age anymore and omega's don't need to be protected from being sexually taken advantage of there are still bad people out there and being within a pack just helps eliminate the extra danger, for betas, well, it's mostly just to keep them in line.
Despite what most people think most betas are the ones committing crimes against omega's, so it's better to remind those shit heads what their place is. He has lived his life by that code; protect his pack. He's a leader, the best, even when he was a child he's always managed to gather the class under his thumb like a true leader should.
Getting into U.A. shouldn't change that, it really doesn't, and he saunters into the classroom with the same assurance he's had all his life: take control. He knew, on some level, that gaining the status as leader might be more difficult cause there might be more than just one other alpha and a shit-head snot-nosed beta, but he wasn't expecting to walk into a class with literally only one omega.
Omega's and beta's always take the majority in any class he's ever been in and it's almost unsettling to walk in to a class split between alpha's and beta's, before squaring his shoulders. If anything it makes more sense that he takes absolute control, he's not going to let a bunch of assholes roam free and take—
"I assume you wish to fight for the pack leader status," the only omega in the room drawls, eyes dragging over Bakugou in a slow purposeful way, "Very well."
He snorts, shoulders rolling back in a deliberate move to look bigger, and he can hear Deku's small shitty voice echoing a nervous 'K-Kacchan...' "What? The leader your mate or some bullshit?"
"Mate?" There's no infliction to his tone, just his hand out-stretched and ice creeps over the tips of his fingers, head tilting ever so slightly, and before Bakugou can even step forward ice blasts forward and freezes the entire room, a small puff of cold air leaving the lips of the omega in front of him, "Does that suffice as a win?"
"What the fuck?"
* * *
He's only been challenged by an omega once in his life (in elementary grade like 5) and he's never decided that omega's are weaker than him, he's not a shit head, but omega's aren't typically interested in being the pack leader, they just don't care about that kind of shit and they can't even scent people so there's no fucking point and—
"Damn, Todoroki got all of us in like five seconds," some shit-head thats name is close to Kimbibab or something—all he knows is that the asshole keeps talking to him—sighs, leaning over Bakugou's desk, "He even has a list of rules, he must be used to being pack leader."
"All of us are typically used to being pack leader," Floaty bob-cut chirps, gliding past shitty hair dude and making a pumped up fist, "I'm going to challenge him again!"
"Uraraka-chan," Midoriya glances up at that, tightly smiling at her before glancing at Bakugou with wide horrified eyes—and Bakugou wants to pluck that fuckers eyes right out of his fucking head—before grabbing her upper arm and dragging her backwards, "Todoroki-kun said only one challenge per person per week."
"Oh!" She chirps out, "Guess you're right."
He wants to jump up and hiss that he isn't going to listen to that fuckers rules because the win against him wasn't even fucking fair, but even he knows that's bullshit, so he crosses his arms tightly and scowls at the front of the classroom where the teacher is co-gossiping with that shitty asshole omega.
"Glad you guys already managed to get your pack leader decided," is what the teacher mutters out, motioning to Todoroki in a silent exchange for him to 'go ahead'.
"I am aware that most of you have probably been the pack leaders of your classrooms historically and that generally omega's are not interested in the leadership position," Bakugou waits for the but, but Todoroki merely blinks as though trying to process why he's currently in a leadership position. "I'm not here to be your pack leader and aside from the absolutely necessary formalities of the position I hope you will leave me alone."
What? Bakugou wants to flip his desk because this asshole comes and beats all of them and then treats the position of honor like it's some fucking easy-peesy bullshit that he doesn't want to be burdened with? Fucking hell.
"Todoroki-kun!" Iida says, raising and almost bowing as he swings his arms forward, "I do believe you're treating the position too carelessly, being pack leader is more than just simply winning, if you are not willing to take on the position properly I suggest you allow us to pick from amongst us to do it."
"I do not care," Todoroki offers monotonously, "Do what you want, but I'm the pack leader."
I'm going to blow his fucking head off.
* * *
If the asshole was actually shitty at being pack leader maybe he would consider challenging him more often, but as it stands, Todoroki isn't absolutely horrible. He's not exactly a bad leader, just a different kind of leader.
If anything Todoroki is gentle and soft even with dumb assholes like Ashido and Kaminari. He helps them study and tells them not to be too loud after 10 pm—Todoroki even imposes a rule that bans anyone from talking on the floor Bakugou's room is located on after 8 pm after Bakugou managed to blow up Kaminari's headphones—so really, Todoroki isn't that stupid.
"Oi, assholes, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" It isn't cool, at least not to him, to try and usurp someone actually doing well in the leadership position, plus, he mostly just covers for where Todoroki's slack style leadership fails to make ends meet. Sheepishly Ashido peeks up, Invisible Girl's shoulders spiking up.
"Spying?" Ashido offers, and Todoroki looks up slowly from his position on the couch, uncaring. "What? We're just trying to figure out—"
"Get back to your fucking seat, just because Halfy over there doesn't care doesn't mean you can just fucking do whatever you goddamn want."
"Ugh," Hagakure murmurs softly, leaning away from the hallway, nudging Ashido softly, "Let's just go."
"No!" Ashido stomps down, and Bakugou blinks at the childish display before openly frowning, he almost half-expects her to do something rational like say 'you aren't my pack leader, I don't need to listen to you' but she turns to Todoroki, opening up her arms and leaping at him dramatically, "Moooooom, Dad isn't letting us spy on Ochako!"
Todoroki actually pauses, gaze dragging over Bakugou—who is now foaming at the mouth, pissed—before awkwardly patting at Ashido's head, "Am I the mother in this scenario?"
"I'm not your fucking dad so shut the fuck up."
"See?!" Ashido cries, rubbing her face into Todoroki's shoulder, "Dad is being so mean!"
"Dad who?" Kaminari asks as he enters the lobby, Kirishima and Sero behind him looking just as confused. But Ashido makes vague pointing motions to Bakugou, before muttering softly 'mom, make dad be nice' and Bakugou swears he can see the evil shit-stains suddenly have a telepathic connection on how to annoy him.
"Dad telling you to do your homework again?" Sero joins in automatically, sighing dramatically, "You know mom let's dad boss us around, nothing you can do about it."
"I'm more certain that Bakugou would be the mom," Todoroki offers, expression blank and damn him. Bakugou, in retaliation, snaps his jaw at him, annoyed. "I'm sorry your spying was cut short, but it is probably for the best that Bakugou stopped you."
"Yeah, see?" Bakugou huffs out, "Fuck off dumb assholes."
"He's being mean again!" Kaminari pipes up, arms crossed behind Todoroki before leaning into him, "Mom make him be nice to us."
"Be nice to you?" Todoroki blinks out, actually looking sincerely confused, before leaning away from the large amount of physical affection suddenly being thrown his way. Slowly, he looks to Bakugou, "The children request you be nicer."
Bakugou actually trips forward, floored. Of all the random bullshit for Todoroki to say to him he was not expecting the fucker to actually play along. What the fuck? Fine, Bakugou wants to think, stomping over and physically grabbing Ashido by the back of her shirt and hauling her off of Todoroki, "I don't fucking care what the kids want, get lost."
Ashido sticks out her tongue at him in childish retaliation while Hagakure trails after her, bowing to both Todoroki and Bakugou (obviously visibly scared) before they all finally do get lost.
When they finally all pile upstairs to meet curfew Bakugou offers an attempt at being subdued and pleasant, "What the fuck were they trying to spy on anyway?"
"Midoriya and Uraraka," Todoroki shrugs out, reaching over to flip open his textbook again.
He clicks his tongue, while he doesn't fucking care who in the hell Deku dates, a part of his pride would die if Midoriya is able to date someone before he fucking can. It's just a matter of pride. "Don't let them do whatever the fuck they want, they get entitled if you allow that type of shit."
"I see," Todoroki offers passively, flipping to the next page, an obvious dismissal.
Bakugou grits his teeth, sighs out, before flipping Todoroki off.
"Go to bed soon, fuckface."
* * *
When he had told icy-hot 'don't let them do whatever the fuck they want' he had assumed the fucker had actually listened to his fucking great advice.
Todoroki did not listen, apparently.
Apparently this week is just a total all-rounder bad luck fest because when he get's to class Wednesday morning he's greeted by the cheeky chorus of 'Good morning dad!' with a crude drawing of stick people labeled 'mom' and 'dad' (that are very obviously attempts at him and Todoroki) and he feels the homicidal need to blow them all up.
Todoroki, on the other hand, doesn't even look fazed.
"I'm not sure why our classmates are referring to you two as our parents," Iida adds, perched near Todoroki's desk and Todoroki shrugs in response, "Are you two dating?"
"No!" Bakugou snaps immediately, "Fuck you guys. Stop yer fucking yapping, god fucking hell."
"Don't cuss so much around the children," Todoroki says, looking like the smug asshole he is, and Ashido skips up to him happily and wraps herself all around Todoroki's shoulders. If she was a beta or another omega Bakugou would fucking get it, but she's an alpha being all super-touchy with the only omega in their class.
Before he can mentally stop himself he steps up in-front of Ashido and pushes her directly off of Todoroki, "Have some fucking class pink-bitch."
"Why'd you push me?!" Ashido whines, Kaminari crouched beside her patting at her shoulder telling her she's a dumbass. Its stupid, all of them are stupid, do they not understand that Todoroki is an omega? How can they just rub themselves all over him and why is the dumbass, who is apparently the pack leader, allowing it?
"Bakugou you shouldn't push people like that," Todoroki monotonously says, apparently not even fazed by the fact Bakugou is standing right in his personal space, before his gaze flickers over Ashido laying on the floor. Apparently she doesn't learn her lesson because in the five seconds Todoroki's turns to look at her she flings herself into his lap, fake-crying.
Passively, Todoroki rubs her head.
"She's an alpha," Bakugou tries for, considering he's the only not-idiot in this classroom, and grits his teeth to avoid growling at the dumbass sprawling herself all over Todoroki's lap. Todoroki looks at him with something that almost reads, 'yes, so?' and god, he hates people. Realizing he's getting nowhere with that idiot, he turns his attention back onto Ashido, "Get the fuck off of him."
"Don't wanna," Ashido sing-songs, nuzzling herself into Todoroki's left thigh, before muttering more softly, "I like mom's scent..."
That's it, Bakugou thinks in finality, before he finally unclenches his jaw and actually does growl at her, low and warning. Her entire posture stiffens, quickly jumping back as though burned and looking at Bakugou with wide, scared eyes. "Don't think just because I'm not pack leader that I'll let you get away with behaviour like that, you're not a fucking wild animal."
"I was just playing!" Ashido protests quickly, and Bakugou shoots a wary look to everyone that is now paying rapt attention to them. Shit. As much as her behaviour was uncalled for and fucking insane (Todoroki is an omega, do these assholes just conveniently forget?) him growling is almost like claiming or challenging. Todoroki isn't his fucking omega, he knows this but, still. He's used to being the pack leader, protecting people is second nature to him at this point. If he was pack leader this wouldn't nearly look as bad.
But he isn't.
God fuck, Bakugou offers, snapping his teeth in the direction of Midoriya, "Stop fucking looking at me, assholes!"
"Ashido you shouldn't upset your father like that."
Kaminari, behind Ashido, actually laughs, really ugly loud laughs. Bakugou grits his teeth, annoyed. "Oh my god, dude, do you like not even care that Bakugou just tried to claim you?"
"I really could care less about alpha politics," Todoroki offers mildly, "I presume rather than it being a claiming growl he was simply acting as pack leader as he usually has been. Back seat driving, if you will."
Bakugou blinks, frowning. He didn't actually think the fuckface would understand what he was attempting at, rather he would have thought his constant back seat driving would annoy Todoroki, but Todoroki looks at him side-ways, gaze blank and uncaring. The asshole did say he didn't care for pack leader responsibilities.
"Huh," Bakugou says to nothing, before shaking off Kirishima's attempt at a casual half-hug.
* * *
He decides to start scenting the dumbass betas in their class the very next day—all of whom give him antsy looks of varying degree's except for that shitty Deku who mostly just looks resigned—Todoroki doesn't even bat an eyelash at the show of Bakugou exerting dominance over their classroom, just looks up briefly before glancing back to his notes, uncaring.
It isn't until after class, all of them piled into the dorm—everyone have ran out the moment Bakugou grumbled 'scram, fuckers' though he's sure they're trynna eavesdrop from somewhere nearby—that Bakugou stomps his way into the general room, Todoroki's fingers twitch in acknowledgement when Bakugou makes a full stop in front of Todoroki, but the asshole doesn't actually look up or make any verbal confirmation. "Hey."
Todoroki sighs, and with a great effort, closes his book and cranes his head up to acknowledge Bakugou. "Yes? What do you want?"
"We're heading out tomorrow on that shitty field trip to Kyoto," Bakugou starts, wanting to fucking punch himself in the face because this is so goddamn lame. In the back of his head he can hear his mom grumbling at him to 'be nice, dumbass'.
"Yes," Todoroki says, slowly, as though testing why Bakugou is trying to talk to him, outside of the few and in-between mom and dad jokes from their classmates they generally just talk in grunts or faraway glares (from Bakugou). "I'd rather you just tell me what you want, Bakugou."
"Scent," he blurts out before he can even contain it and distantly he swears to god he can hear that bitch Ashido laugh at him, "Fuck, whatever, I just wanted to ask if I could scent you, okay? Fuck."
Todoroki immediately tenses and Bakugou half wants to hit himself because he knows he's overstepping so many goddamn boundaries, but he's not about to wander around in Shiketsu's land which is an all alpha-beta hero school with their only classes omega not scented.
"Scent me?" Todoroki says tersely, ring-finger tapping almost nervously against the front of his book, Bakugou half-expects Todoroki to admit to not needing to be scented or having never been scented or some lame bullshit like that, but he sighs, almost as though he's resigning himself to a great tragedy, "If you feel it's necessary."
He feels his anger flare immediately, he was just trying to be a good fucking alpha yet this asshole is treating him as though he's allowing Bakugou to defile him or some bullshit, "You can fucking say no, don't give me this 'god this fucking sucks' bullshit, shit—"
"No. It is simply no one has offered before." Todoroki interrupts smoothly and like a wire jaw, Bakugou snaps his mouth shut, "Usually my family would just scent me before field trips and I would have my pack wear bracelets with their scent as well."
"Endeavors scent?"
Todoroki wrinkles back his nose, before offering a more hesitant, "Yes."
"Bet that probably scared the shit out of anyone that smelt like twelve brats smelling like the number two hero," he doesn't want to touch on the whole 'no one's ever offered' thing because that's unpacking too much history he doesn't particularly want to get into. "Whatever, if you're cool with it then its fine."
"If you're going to have me wear a shirt of yours please wash it," Todoroki says mildly, and deciding that the conversation is over with, he begins making a move to open his book again and Bakugou stops that motion abruptly.
"Shirt? What the fuck no, just stand up it'll take like two seconds."
Todoroki reluctantly and slowly does, watching Bakugou with narrowed eyes and Bakugou huffs and rolls his eyes dramatically before leaning in to grab the back of Todoroki's neck, "Just rub yourself quickly," and very, very much ignores the loud 'awww!' coming from behind the wall.
"I'm pretty sure neck to neck is not necessary," is the monotonous drawl he get's but Todoroki does it anyway. It's awkward and stiff and lasts like twelve seconds, but they both pull away simultaneously and Bakugou hates the pleased hum that runs through him with the thought that finally Todoroki is covered in his scent. Todoroki frowns down at his wrists, "I smell like you."
"That's the point, dipshit."
* * *
Generally the head of the pack walks in front and he knows all these dipshits behind Todoroki smell like him, but he isn't going to fucking usurp Todoroki just because he probably fucking could; he has too much pride for that—especially considering four days ago he had tried to re-challenge Todoroki and got his ass handed to him for a second time—and everyone's eyes follow them closely.
"Are you the classes leader?" Some giant guy says, loudly, and Bakugou half-expects him to be talking to him, but he's already positioned in front of Todoroki, beaming. "I am Inasa Yorashi, nice to," he swings forward just a bit here, and Bakugou growls lowly before tugging Todoroki closer to him, before the giant dude bows, "MEET YOU!"
Aizawa-sensei at this point decides to mysteriously disappear after a muted hiss of 'god, it's too early for this nonsense' (it's 2:03 PM, not early).
"Likewise," Todoroki offers hesitantly, side-eying the boisterous introduction, but doesn't tear himself from Bakugou's tight grip on his elbow immediately, "We're here for fighting practice, may you bring us to the gym?"
Inasa almost seems to pause, "You lack passion, U.A.'s leader!"
"No he just doesn't give a fuck about anything, now bring us to the fucking gym," he hates obnoxious fucking alpha's like this: big, imposing and loud (one may point out that Bakugou is refusing to acknowledge his own flaws, but self-reflection is for dumbasses). He half expects Todoroki to share the sentiment, but he finally steps out of Bakugou's sphere.
"How protective," Kaminari annoyingly coo's behind them and Bakugou sneers at him quickly, "Hey, mom, can we get a move on? I'm getting hungry."
"Mmh," Todoroki hums, and Inasa seems to echo a loud 'mom?' in questioning, before stepping forward and closer to that huge asshole, "Do you want to take them to the cafeteria?"
"What? Where the fuck are you going?"
"I need to meet with the principal." Todoroki dismisses, watching Inasa carefully, "May you take me?"
"Of course!" Inasa beams.
"The fuck you are—"
"Alright! That's enough dad," Ashido chimes, latching herself onto Bakugou's bicep and physically dragging him back a bit, "Mom is a big boy that can go wander around by himself, he's our leader for a reason."
"Your alpha is very passionate," Inasa says, almost as though he approves of them just through that alone, and Todoroki blinks at the comment but doesn't say anything like 'he's not my alpha' or 'disgusting'. He's not even surprised, the lame asshole probably thinks it's too troublesome to get into explaining that they aren't together.
Bakugou grits his teeth mostly because as much as the idea of him and limp-candy-cane dick dating, he hates the idea of random asshole alpha's trying to make themselves matter to the only omega in their class.
"I will keep him safe, do not worry!"
"Fucking hell," Bakugou mutters as he shakes Ashido off and jerks his chin in the direction he had saw the cafeteria earlier, all of them instinctively shuffling backwards and moving away, Midoriya glancing to watch Todoroki worriedly, "Get a fucking move on you fucking extras."
* * *
Todoroki and Inasa come back to the cafeteria, well, he had actually heard Inasa approaching almost 4 minutes ago when he had heard a booming 'what is your favourite food?' and because Todoroki speaks like a normal person Bakugou had failed to hear his reply.
The moment they get in, Kaminari on his left moves over a spot and Todoroki without even blinking sits beside Bakugou, moving closer to him almost instinctively when Inasa begins about how excited he is for their shared practice in a few minutes.
"Here, eat," fuck Midoriya that had shot him a meaningful look when he had grabbed Todoroki an extra tray with food. He's just being a good fucking person. God.
Todoroki nods instead of saying thank you like a decent person would and Bakugou rolls his eyes, wondering if maybe Todoroki decided to become mute after his 15 minutes excursion with loudmouth over there.
"What did the principal want?" Uraraka asks, tone gentle as she pushed over the remaining water in her cup to Todoroki who muttered a soft 'thanks' for it.
Asshole, he thinks spitefully.
"Aizawa-sensei and him were discussing details and I was merely present," Todoroki says, pushing the two tomatoes that were in his salad onto Bakugou's plate silently, before turning to look at Uraraka, "Seems like they were thinking of pairing everyone with someone's quirk they'd be weak against: U.A., that is."
"That is not a challenge!" Inasa chimes, apparently displeased, "How are we to have a passionate fight if we are not to fight to the best of our abilities—"
"It's fine." Todoroki interrupts, "I'm against you."
Inasa pauses, almost as though considering, "Very well, I look forward to the fight!"
* * *
It didn't take Bakugou long to put two and two together that the principal was very purposefully putting the two class leaders up against each other to show that their leader is better. The fuckers.
Inasa, surprisingly to the dumb way he talks, is very strong.
Todoroki after his quick defeat actually looks frustrated—and Bakugou stamps down the flicker of annoyance that another alpha put his omega in their place—but Inasa doesn't glower over Todoroki, or preen like a cocky alpha, merely beams and says, "Very strong!"
Bakugou never understood why some passive shitty ass omega even wanted to be pack leader, but now he get's it, Todoroki is a sore fucking loser.
* * *
Todoroki looks mostly frustrated when they get back to their dorm, and Bakugou watches him with narrowed eyes as Todoroki stiffly heads upstairs, shoulders almost tense. It's the closet thing he's ever witnessed to Todoroki expressing himself in any shape way or form. Its fucking weird.
"Do you think he's okay?" Midoriya asks softly, stepping up beside Bakugou and glancing at him in a nervous type of way, "Should I talk to him?"
"Stay the fuck away from him," Bakugou snaps out quickly, already annoyed by the idea of Midoriya getting anywhere close to Todoroki. Fucking beta trash, he thinks spitefully, always try to worm themselves close to people. "I'll go fucking talk to him, so fuck off."
Rationally, he knows that fucker probably just wants to be left alone and he'll be over his little 'I-lost' fit tomorrow, but Bakugou's pride is on the line as an alpha. He scented Todoroki, Todoroki is his responsibility and if that shitty omega has decided to haul themselves up into their room sulking, it's his job to protect them.
Midoriya shoots him a knowing look, almost as though he's disapproving of the very notion, but sighs. "Okay, Kacchan."
"Don't fucking call me that."
He stomps off from him there, trailing after Todoroki to go pound on his door, and he can hear that asshole sigh on the other side of the door before finally opening it. "Bakugou."
"Asshole."
"What?"
"Let's go, fucker."
Todoroki pauses, eyes narrowing on Bakugou, "What do you mean?"
"I'm challenging you, that's what I mean. If you're gonna act like a weak bitch then I'm gonna take away the position of leader from you." Todoroki blinks at him as though he was completely unsuspecting this, but Bakugou means every word of it.
"Fine," says Todoroki, closing his door softly behind him before motioning for Bakugou to lead them to the gym, "Let's get this over with."
When he had demanded that Todoroki and him spar for the position of leader after getting back from loud-and-obnoxious land he was half expecting to figure out a weakness of that dumb candy cane outside of hand-to-hand combat or to re-assure Todoroki of his fucking annoying ass strength but instead all that happens is he get's Todoroki on his back, lording over him with a combative and victorious smile as Todoroki watches him blankly, uninterested in Bakugou's victory.
Its annoying because the victory was too easy, almost as though Todoroki wanted him to win. It'd be more annoying if the stupid part of his alpha brain wasn't so fucking pleased to have Todoroki sprawled under him, placid and defeated.
He swallows down whatever the fuck that was, croaking out a more harsh, "Did you just fucking let me win?"
"Is that not what you wanted?" Todoroki asks, head tilted to the side just mildly, and a part of Bakugou's brain whispers 'just get off him, you fucking creepy asshole' but a more, vibrant part of his brain yells at him to stay fucking put until he's told to get off.
"The fuck, no!"
Todoroki sighs, turning his head to the side and Bakugou tries very hard not to stare to hard at how submissive the position even looks: is the bastard doing it on purpose? A single blue eye flickers to glance at Bakugou, the other one covered by his hair, throat exposed, "What?" Todoroki is silent for another beat, but almost as though he had finally understood, he quickly angles himself up, throat coming up against Bakugou's and rubbing and Bakugou's entire brain shuts down.
"What the fuck—"
"Congratulations," Todoroki says dryly, before dropping back onto the ground, sprawled out, and smelling like Bakugou, watching him with disinterested eyes. "May you get off of me now?"
"Oh," Bakugou says tightly, scrambling up, feeling almost disjointed like a goddamn idiot. He's not blushing, his face is just hot, that's fucking all. Todoroki brushes himself off, unaffected by whatever that all was. He turns to look at Bakugou over his shoulder, and Bakugou hates how he traces the movements of his throat, the way it tightens and the skin moves, looking translucent and glowing.
"Goodnight, Bakugou."
* * *
He's never had a crush as far as he knows.
His mom said when he was like six there was this girl he showed 'a tiny bit of interest in' but he's never been overly invested in people, he has bigger fish to fry, like becoming a badass hero and all that. He doesn't have a crush on Todoroki Shouto.
He doesn't.
So what if he's noticed the asshole looks best in the morning when he's just woken up, or how his eyes sparkle in subtle disobedience and dislike whenever he's about to be scented by Bakugou because even while he has handed over the position of leader to Bakugou, Bakugou can tell the dumb asshole isn't fond of the idea of submitting.
Okay, so maybe he has a bit of a crush.
Whatever, it isn't a big fucking deal. Its fucking normal.
Mistakingly he first asks his mom about it, because she's a dumbass alpha like him and his dad is a dumbass omega and he thought maybe she could offer some stupid advice or something. Honestly, he should have known better, his mom never gives good fucking advice. His dad, trying to be more helpful, had offered the awful advice of; 'maybe try getting him something nice for his nest.'
Honestly, he didn't want to take his dad's advice. It seemed kinda dumb and invasive to push on some item that smells like him for Todoroki to nest with, fuck, he doesn't even know if Todoroki does the whole nesting thing. But against his and Todoroki's free will they were both dragged out with Shitty Deku, Floaty Bitch and fucking Kirishima to the mall.
"Ohhh! This is so soft, feel it Todoroki!" Uraraka coos, and Bakugou tries not to look up interested in how Todoroki is going to reply like some desperate fucker.
Todoroki touches it apprehensively, "I guess it is nice."
"Do you not like soft things?" Uraraka asks, big wide eyes looking confused, "All my omega friends usually love stuff like this."
"I rather silk," Todoroki confesses to, lips pursuing as though it's difficult to admit to that.
"Mmh," Uraraka hums out, her fingers tracing over a large polar bear, "What about stuffed animals?"
Todoroki doesn't even looked fazed by the 20-20 questions, and Bakugou tries his best to keep his rapt attention on them despite Shitty Hair's constant attempts to get his attention. I'm a fucking creep, he can't help but think, shooting Midoriya a glare because fuck him.
"I like this one," Todoroki says, his lips twitching at the stuffed animal, "It's cute."
(Whether or not Bakugou had went to the mall again the next day to buy it is his own business, and that fucker Midoriya that saw him come back to the dorm with it can go fuck himself, and nobody has any fucking right to judge him for a lapsing moment of weakness.)
* * *
The worst part about living in a dorm is the lack of overall privacy.
He's had this stupid fucking stuffed polar bear for a whole goddamn week now all because he can't get fucking Todoroki alone without the watchful gaze of his asshole classmates. It's finally two weeks after buying the shitty toy on a Tuesday evening is it just finally him, Todoroki and Midoriya in the lounge.
"Oi, half-and-half," Midoriya witnessing it isn't ideal but the fucker already knows he bought the stupid stuffed animal so there's probably no harm in him being present. It's just a gift. Alpha's give gifts to their pack mates all the time, fuck he sees that dumb alpha Yaoyorozu giving the class gifts all the time. No big deal. "I have something for you."
Todoroki finally looks up from his book, head tilting slightly at Bakugou and he tries not to show how much he fucking loves it when Todoroki gives him that side-look of confusion. It isn't cute, its just... "Something for me?"
"Yeah," Bakugou swallows dryly, annoyed that Todoroki hadn't even been paying enough attention to the fact that Bakugou was carrying a giant fucking plastic bag downstairs. He kicks at it, forcing it closer to Todoroki's feet, "Here. For you, or whatever."
Midoriya off to the side makes a low dying noise and Bakugou shoots him a swift glare to shut him up.
Todoroki tentatively puts his book to the side, reaching out to open the plastic bag, "The stuffed animal from the store," he states, tone terse.
"I didn't fucking scent it or anything so don't get any weird ideas," Bakugou says quickly, he once read this thing online about omega's finding it creepy when alpha's just give them shit when it smells like them and Bakugou had kept this thing wrapped just to make sure he could avoid that. He isn't a fucking creepo that just scents shit and forces omega's to take them as gifts.
"I see," Todoroki hums, pulling it out of the bag and looking from the gift and back to Bakugou, taking a tentative sniff at it before carefully setting it aside, "Thank you, Bakugou, for the gift."
"It ain't a gift," Bakugou mutters, quickly turning around, "Anyway, night."
Todoroki doesn't miss a beat, apparently unfazed by the whole thing, "Good night, Bakugou."
* * *
He's heard before that when alpha's get interested in an omega that they'll start compulsively buying shit for their omega. Something to do with biology or ya-da-ya-da. He just didn't think he would be the type, honestly, he shouldn't even be surprised considering his dad has told him multiple times that his mom had aggressively come at him with gifts upon gifts.
This is just getting out of hand, though.
"God fuck," he mutters to thin air, scowling at the bags piled up in the corner of his room, almost trying to will them to disappear. It was already humiliating enough to give Todoroki a giant fucking stuffed polar bear (that, because the fucker didn't bring it up immediately, Uraraka and Kaminari had saw and Todoroki had said easily 'Bakugou got it for me') but since that single gift it's as though he's compelled to buy everything he thinks that Todoroki will even like.
Pathetic. It's fucking pathetic.
"Dude, this is getting out of control," Kirishima says, poking at the giant owl stuffed toy he had bought yesterday because why fucking not? "Just give him the shit you got him man, you won't stop unless you do."
Bakugou hisses at him, "Fuck off."
"It's natural when you're trying to court someone," Kirishima says, trying to be consoling but Bakugou hackles up, defensive and annoyed.
"I'm not trying to fucking court anyone."
"Dude," Kirishima says, giving him a sad shake of his head, "Look I'll text him to come to your room now and you can give him like, your favourite three items, okay?"
"Don't you fucking dare—"
"Hello," Todoroki says, impassive as ever, and Bakugou rounds aggressively on Kaminari who yelps and quickly hides behind Todoroki as a shield. "Am I interrupting?"
"Nope!" Kirishima, the shit-face, chirps happily, "Bakugou over here just wanted to give you something."
"A whole lot of something..." Kaminari mutters and Bakugou snaps his teeth at him aggressively in order to shut him up. Todoroki's eyes immediately fall to the bags by Kirishima's feet and Bakugou can feel his entire face heat up. Its mortifying. He's not as weak as to be the type of alpha that needs to compulsively buy their omega everything, he's not fucking like that. "Anyway! Kirishima and I will leave you to at it, later Blasty!"
"Fuck both of you, go die in a hole."
"Love you too," Kaminari sing-songs, shooting him a quick kissy face, and before he can physically maim either of them they disappear behind a closed door, leaving him with the reason he's been compulsively buying everything he fucking can.
Neither of them say anything for a solid five minutes, and finally, Bakugou hisses at himself before stomping over to the smallest bag in his corner, aggressively yanking out a white bracelet, some matcha flavoured kit-kats, and a pair of plain red and white notebooks. Before he can second guess his choices he shoves them over towards Todoroki, scowling. "Here."
"Oh," Todoroki says, monotonously, glancing down at the gifts with a small wrinkle between his brows. "I see."
"You see what you motherfucker?" Bakugou snaps back, pushing down the need to just hand over every single bag and be the creepy mother fucker he apparently is.
"Nothing, Kaminari told me you were compulsively buying." Todoroki says, his forefinger running over the bracelet, a small tight smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Bakugou growls a muted 'that fucker' under his breath, but Todoroki slips the bracelet on and Bakugou can't drag his eyes away from the fact that Todoroki is wearing something he bought him. "I thought he was joking."
A more intelligent and well-rounded alpha would probably say something smart like 'it's because I like you', but Bakugou settles on a more neutral, "Fuck off."
"I'm not sure if I have room for all your gifts, though," Todoroki says carefully, eyes glossing over the bags at Bakugou's feet. Bakugou wants to snap 'there not all for you' (even though that's a balant lie), but Todoroki's lashes glimmer because of the sunlight coming from between the blinds and Bakugou's throat goes dry, "The bracelet smells like you."
Oh fuck me, Bakugou thinks, slightly miserable. He's so fucked. So fucking fucked.
"I like it," Todoroki decides on, moving towards the door even though Bakugou's just staring at him open-mouthed and all stupid, "Thank you Bakugou," and just like that he's gone.
(He ends up buying three identical bracelets like that one on amazon that very night, and Bakugou ends up breaking his mouse and keyboard afterwards in order to stop his fucking hormones from making him go goddamn broke).
* * *
"This pining is pathetic," says Ashido as she's chewing around her straw, beside her Kaminari snorts his agreement. Bakugou clutches his spoon, hard.
"Fuck. Off."
"How does Todoroki not even realize you're trying to court him?" Kirishima says to thin air, "I saw him wearing a new sweater the other day and I know you gave it to him."
Bakugou closes his eyes tightly, wishing for a brief moment that he had more seriously considered becoming a villain because at this very moment he wants to sign up with those pussy ass League of Villains and destroy all these asswipes. He did, in fact, buy Todoroki that new sweater. Its a soft fluffy white sweater, with the inside of it being silk (it took all his allowance for the month and he had to go miserably ask his mom for more, and she had just laughed in his face).
Is he pining?
No. Fuck them. He's not pining, he's just, buying shit.
"Maybe he knows and just enjoys getting new stuff," Kaminari offers and Bakugou growls lowly to that, because he swears to god if he finds out Todoroki was using his hormonal driven alpha brain in order to get a bunch of fucking gifts, he really is going to lose it and become a villain.
"Maybe he's never been courted," Ashido offers, and Bakugou is starting to suspect the very same thing, "I mean, Todoroki was usually the pack leader so no alpha usually would even dare try to court their leader."
Kirishima hums, rubbing at his chin and Bakugou stabs his food with his spoon, glowering, "My dude, I think you're going to need to become more obvious."
"God fuck," Bakugou mutters to nothing, sinking into his seat.
* * *
Aside from the constant buying his (in denial) crush is vaguely normal, if you ask him. If you ask anyone else, though, they will tell you Bakugou Katsuki's courting is fucking insane.
Kirishima and Kaminari sit silently at the kitchen counter, watching as Bakugou busies himself with making pancakes for them because, by word, "will have stupid fucking leftovers because he made too much for him and the fucking human twizzler".
Kirishima, wisely, because its too early in the morning does not ask why Bakugou is making Todoroki breakfast. He's half convinced Bakugou doesn't even know why he's making breakfast, either. He used to think that alpha-instincts really weren't that pronounced as hollywood makes people think, because never in his life has he felt the insistent need to provide for someone on such a basic subconscious level. After seeing Bakugou though, he's now a believer.
"So," Kaminari is not so wise, though, "Why you cooking for Todoroki?"
"Do you wanna fucking eat or would you rather fucking starve?" Bakugou snaps back without missing a beat, Kaminari's mouth snaps shut abruptly at that.
"He's been cooking for me for awhile now," said person says, appearing out of fucking nowhere and Kirishima does jump a tiny bit in surprise when Todoroki languidly sits beside Kaminari, yawning. "Good morning."
Apparently under the dorms noses Bakugou and Todoroki have developed a morning routine.A domestic, soft, morning routine that apparently includes Bakugou cooking. A part of Kirishima actually feels bad because it almost feels like he's intruding on their private time, but the other part of him is hungry. Sharply Bakugou slaps a plate with two fluffy pancakes down in front of Todoroki, "Its fucking pancakes."
"Thank you," Todoroki murmurs gently. Kaminari this time wisely does not mention on the fact that Bakugou only served Todoroki before snapping at them to go get their own food.
Instead of mentioning the fact Bakugou only served Todoroki as Kirishima had assumed he would, Kaminari's dumb beta-ness kicks in—at this point Kirishima is convinced he doesn't have any self-preservation instilled in him—asks with a mouth full of food, "Are you trynna show you can provide for Todoroki? God, alpha's are fucking weird."
Todoroki sleepily grabs his plate and moves a few seats away from Kaminari.
"Ah fuck," Kaminari grumbles at that, shoving in another pancake before bolting up, "Okay thanks for the food I'm going to—"
"I'm going to kill you." Bakugou decides on, finality in his voice, and Kaminari at this point has begun sprinting up the stairs as sparks fly in Bakugou's palms, teeth grinding against each other before he lets out the feral howl of, "YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!"
"Spare me!" Kaminari hollers back, and Kirishima hears a door slam loudly upstairs, and Bakugou begins his death run after his soon-to-be murder victim.
There's a loud inhumane screech before there's absolute silence.
You'll live on in my heart, bro, he prays for Kaminari mostly because he's about 88% sure he's now dead. Sometimes it be like that, bros die from stupidity. It's a thing.
"Oh," Todoroki says, perking up as he takes a few tentative bites of the pancakes, "Matcha flavoured."
Kirishima eyes him warily, "Does it not bother you that Bakugou is trynna show he can provide for you?" He always thought omega's were supposed to be either annoyed or swooned by an alpha trying to show how much they can care for their spouse. Todoroki, though, mostly looks unmoved and half-asleep. "Also the buying you shit." He shoots a meaningful look at the giant fluffy white slippers that Todoroki is wearing and the silk robe. Mostly the silk robe.
Like, he get's it, Todoroki does look good in silk but he can smell Bakugou's horny intentions by buying Todoroki this robe. If it wasn't for the ratty t-shirt and unmatching bright blue shorts, the silk robe would make Todoroki look like a sexy piece of meat just waiting to be unwrapped.
Todoroki glances at him, his gaze unwavering, "What do you mean?"
"I mean you have to give him an answer eventually, bro," soon, please, Kirishima hopes because he fears what an escalation to Bakugou's current courting could be.
"An answer to what?" Todoroki says around another mouthful, before he pushes away the half-finished plate, yawning.
"About whether or not you want him as—"
"You done?" Bakugou grumbles, appearing down the staircase and Kirishima clamps his mouth closed. Bakugou shoots him a sharp glance, but seems to nod in approval to something and Kirishima is too scared to ask what exactly won his approval in this situation (probably the fact that him and Todoroki have like 4 spaces of seats between them, but he doubts Bakugou is that petty (Bakugou, is, that petty)). Todoroki nods silently and Kirishima can't even look away as Bakugou comes up from behind Todorki, sharply inhaling his scent by rubbing his nose against the crook of Todoroki's neck.
Todoroki hums his approval, "I'm still sleepy."
"Drink some fucking coffee or something then, you got your 9 fucking hours."
"Hm," Todoroki yawns out, leaning backwards and exposing the expanse of his neck to Bakugou and Kirishima's entire body flushes. "I'm going to nap."
Bakugou grunts his disapproval, leaning downwards so they briefly rub necks against each other, in a subtle intimate scenting experience and Kirishima can feel the dissociation from watching this already happening, "Whatever shit-face."
They pull away from each other and Todoroki nods to Kirishima, "I'll see you in class."
"Uhhhh, yeah, totally see you then!"
Both him and Bakugou watch as Todoroki makes his way upstairs, and it isn't until he's in the absolute clear that Kirishima turns sharply on him, "Bro! Did he accept? Congrats I'm so happy for you—"
"The fuck you going on about?" Bakugou snaps, tossing Todoroki's dish into the sink, "He hasn't fucking said shit."
Kirishima, wisely, does not argue on the fact that it very much looks like Todoroki has accepted Bakugou as his alpha because Bakugou tends to get pissy if he tries to correct him on Todoroki. Plus, he has utmost faith that the two of them can work this out themselves. "Well, the pancakes are great man, thanks."
"Fuck off," Bakugou grumbles.
* * *
The thing about him buying Todoroki shit is that it's subconscious, forced against his will. He can play it off as him not really wanting to do it.
"Okay, so just just go ask him on a date," Ashido advises, Uraraka crouched beside her and they both look at him with glimmering eyes. The bastards. Todoroki, per usual, is on the couch chit-chatting with that motherfucker Deku, and he really, really does not want to ask Todoroki on a date, but he more so wants to stop this need to buy Todoroki things.
He approaches them stiffly, Midoriya shooting him a quick big-eyed glance and Bakugou shows his teeth at him, hoping that it'll be enough to deter the fucker to run away.
He's right though, because Midoriya stutters a lame, 'I—I'll see you later Todoroki!' before rushing away like the piece of shit he is.
"Bakugou," Todoroki greets, tone monotone and Bakugou grits down his back molars, trying to burn a hole in the couch behind Todoroki.
Fucking hormones, he thinks bitterly, before snapping out a clip, "Let's go eat something."
Todoroki blinks, glances to his phone that reads 6:23 PM, and says slowly, "We just had dinner."
"Not right fucking now," Bakugou hisses, keeping his body still despite the growing urge to kick something, anything, "Like as in a fucking date. Tomorrow, or whenever."
He's expecting a number of reactions, bewilderment, confusion, getting flustered, anything; but Todoroki just blinks again, head tilting to the side, as though considering, "Why the sudden need to go on a date?"
"I—" what? He glances back to where Uraraka and Ashido are eavesdropping (scowls when he spots Midoriya standing behind them) and Ashido looks just as confused, shrugging before mouthing 'who knows?' "What?"
"What?" Todoroki repeats, "If you want to though, I do not mind."
"You are so fucking bizarre," he's literally never met a more socially inept person than Todoroki, he swears to god. He's not even sure what the fuck that even means, is it like a 'yeah sure, let's go on a date!' or is it a more 'a date? well, I guess we might as well'.
Todoroki pauses for a moment, before his cute dumb robot brain boots up again to be functioning, "Tomorrow it is, then."
"Right," Bakugou says, popping the t, "Uhhhh... tomorrow then."
"Yes," Todoroki says, looking up at Bakugou with a furrowed expression, "Tomorrow."
"Right. Night."
"Goodnight."
Bakugou shoots him one last 'what the fuck' look before stomping his way to where he knows those three nosy fuckers were listening in, and as he passes them Uraraka murmurs a soft, "Smooth, Bakugou."
He's going to blow this entire school the fuck up.
* * *
Their date ends up getting canceled last minute because Aizawa ends up locking the doors at 5 PM, claiming there's been sightings of the villains the past two days. Instead, Todoroki, being the weirdo he is, invites Bakugou up to his room.
What kind of omega invites an alpha up to their room so casually?
Apparently Todoroki, thats who.
Bakugou stands stiffly at the entrance of the room. Half of him is distressed because it's littered with things Bakugou has given Todoroki and the entire room smells like Bakugou. There's no other scents. It's distressing, but at the same time it makes the stupid hormone-driven part of his brain so fucking pleased that he feels the need to punch a hole in the wall.
"It smells like me," when did he even start giving Todoroki shit that smells like him? Wasn't he supposed to avoid being a creepy mother fucker? Fuck. He grits his teeth, shoulders going up. Is this why Todoroki hasn't accepted him or denied him? He's fucking terrified or some lame ass shit? "Fuck."
Todoroki ends up sitting at his desk, glancing over at Bakugou fleetingly, "Yes, I guess so."
What the fuck is that reaction?
He hates Todoroki. He really does. He can never get a fucking read on what the fuck this motherfucker is thinking about, its always cool; nothing there to expose his true intentions. Finally, Todoroki turns fully around, placing his phone to the side and raising his chin. "I was advised by Iida I need to respond to your—" a pause, and Bakugou wishes his heart didn't clench because of a small little nose wrinkle, "—affections?"
"Affect—" he chokes back out, "The fuck—"
"As apparently you continue compulsive buying until I do so." Todoroki finishes, completely bulldozing over the fact that Bakugou is having a heart attack over the word affections. He doesn't have fucking affections for Todoroki Shouto, only lame ass weak ass bitches feel affection. That's weak people stuff, and he does not have it.
Still, this isn't how Bakugou wanted the night to go. He wanted to go on a date in some semi-fancy restaurant and woo Todoroki with his great fucking manners and then give him the necklace he bought the other day and the silky blanket, but now he's trapped in Todoroki's room being confronted and getting the answer now.
"Don't." He tries for, in what fucking world does it make sense for Todoroki to say yes to him? He's not being self-deprecating, but Todoroki is high class. His family is elite, his posture is elite, fuck, he probably has a line of suitable alphas waiting to court him after graduation all from high society. Plus, they barely know each other which is why them going on a date is important (this is something Ashido had stressed to him).
"Don't?" Todoroki repeats, blinking up at Bakugou confused, and waiting for Bakugou to expand on that.
It's just a crush, he reminds himself, he doesn't actually fucking like Todoroki Shouto.
"We can go on our lame date and then you can reject me," Bakugou snaps out, crossing his arms and angling himself towards the door, ready to escape on the fly if the situation requires it. "But I'm not fucking letting you reject me without me even properly fucking courting you. Got it? Fuck, ok."
Todoroki seems to pause and Bakugou can see the little wheels in his little brain turning trying to understand how he should reply to that. He hates that it seems so fucking desperate, but he's not going to get rejected without ever properly trying, he has fucking pride okay.
Finally, Todoroki does speak, "You are correct. You have skipped over courting."
Bakugou's shoulders shoot straight up at that, teeth clanking down against each other in a shadow of a snarl.
"Rather than courting you have moved onto acting as my alpha," Todoroki shrugs out, and Bakugou's brain shuts down before going on reboot. He has what? He knows fucking Kaminari and Kirishima had said that off-handily, but he doesn't want to put himself as low to think he completely bulldozed over whatever the fuck Todoroki wants, "Uraraka has said because of my passivity is probably why."
"How the fuck have I been acting as your alpha—"
Todoroki looks at him then and Bakugou's voice dies on the tip of his tongue and he realizes abruptly that fuck, he has. He's been posturing over Todoroki, scenting him insistently, giving him shit constantly and hovering protectively whenever another alpha is even in the same sphere as Todoroki. Todoroki's entire fucking room smells like him and he's never even stepped foot into it and—
"Fuck." He says, and then adds more loudly, "FUCK—look fuck, no, I didn't mean to fucking—" didn't mean to what? Act as Todoroki's alpha, because he fucking did. From the very moment he had Todoroki under him his stupid possessive brain had whispered 'mine, he's mine' and he's been a fucking creepzoid forcing a relationship on the only omega in his pack when he's the fucking leader.
"Bakugou." Todoroki's voice is clear, and Bakugou belatedly realizes that Todoroki has crossed the room so that they're closer, and Bakugou's stupid alpha instincts want to grab him and pull him into him, but he settles on closing his hands into fists, glaring at the floor. Fucking pathetic. He's pathetic.
He stepped into this room without hesitation, into an omega's room without an ounce of hesitation because in his brain it made sense. Todoroki is his omega, why can't he? No wonder that stupid Deku has been looking between him and Todoroki with that worried ass stare of his, he was fucking worried for Todoroki because of his behaviour.
A disgraceful leader.
Todoroki looks down at him then, and Bakugou hates that he's taller than him, its fucking frustrating, "I do see you as my alpha, but as advised by Midoriya it is better to be clear about things."
Bakugou stiffens, "What?"
"What?" Todoroki repeats, head tilting to the side in that cute confused way and something low and hot settles in Bakugou's gut then and there. "Do you not see me as your omega?"
Instinct kicks in here, and sometimes he wishes that his mother had worked harder on stressing to him how strong alpha instincts are when it comes to their omega. His hand snaps up, quickly grabbing the back of Todoroki's neck to tug him downwards so they're nose to nose, "Do you even fucking know what you just said?"
"That you're my alpha." Todoroki repeats, socially inept and probably stupidly unaware of how fucking pleased Bakugou is to hear those words. Or maybe he can tell, because Todoroki seems almost surprised when Bakugou let's out a small noise of approval against his will.
"Yeah," Bakugou exhales, leaning in for a quick kiss and when he pulls away Todoroki seems surprised, so he goes for another. As they pull away, their lips still ghostly pressed together, he grumbles a more sincere, "Shoulda fucking kissed you when I had you pinned to the fucking ground."
Todoroki offers a ghost of a smile, "I think at that time I would have been slightly more concerned as to why you are kissing me."
"Whatever," Bakugou grumbles, and Todoroki remains still in his arms, allowing them to remain pressed against each other. He should have done something earlier, his fucking bank account has been drained and if he could have avoided that, it would have been great.
"I fear you are going to become more overbearing," Todoroki says into the shell of his ear, and Bakugou shivers at the sound of his voice. He doesn't answer it, because he doesn't actually fucking know. He wants to say he's above any instinct and that nothing is going to bother him, but he's fucking doubtful. "Well?"
"Shut up," he settles on neutrally.