Synopsis: step one: ask bakugou to be your wingman because he knows todoroki better than you. step two: realize he was way easier to convince than expected.
Part 1
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a/n would bakugou make a good wingman? weirdly yes? is he still awkward as ever when trying to romance someone that he likes? absolutely
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Side Todoroki Shouto/Reader
IN WHICHβ Bakugou agrees to set you up with Todoroki for one reason, and one reason only: you promised to teach him a new combat move.
Nothing could go wrong!
Probably.
#TAGS: miscommunication, idiots in love, confessions, bakugou has feelings, bakugou doesn't realize he has feelings, constipated nerds, slow burn β for as much as a ββslowburnββ a smau can be, oblivious shouto, (for the most part), texts & writing included in this fic (but it is text heavy)
Kirishima is the type to laugh during arguments, because he doesn't take it as serious as you do, and this fact genuinely irritates you. You try to talk to him about it, and he's listening, nodding his head alongβ but he so clearly has a smile on his face it just makes you angrier.
If you were to ever get into such a state where you're hitting him, or pushing at his chest and telling him to leave; he just doesn't listen at allllll! Just brings you closer, grip solid on your wrists, pulling you all up in his chest.
He'd be the type to pout down at you and say "Sorry, 'm so sorry for being mean" while biting back a grin so he doesn't let a laugh slip (it never works)
He'd even try to stifle it by hiding his face in your neck, but even if that does workβ you can still feel his body heaving!!
I think he's the type to not take arguments seriously because he doesn't want to deal with it, depending on severity (complaining about him dictating your health all the time or anything along those lines will not even be taken into consideration) (even if you're independent he will be barging in) (it's annoying) (he doesn't stop)
and he likes to see you mad because he thinks it's cute????? he also does it on purpose because he's a bit of (a big) meanie.
Thinking abt Hybrid! Dabi, and a reader in need of a big scary dog
Hybrid! Dabi bites. That's the first thing you read on his plated-sign against the bars of the tiny cage he's placed in. After walking into this hybrid store, you made an immediate beeline away from all the cuter, softer hybrids. The ones with wagging tails, cute eyes, and friendly greetings and chirps. Those weren't the ones you needed. You need an intimidating hybrid.
Dabi bites. It's printed in big, bold red letters. Underneath that text, is basic information about his breed, age, health, and a brief summary of his behavior with his past owner. Underneath that, is his euthanation date.
'Has been roaming the streets for quite some time. Bit last owners hand so severely they were in need of medical attention. Aggressive.'
That's the summary of the sign, and you slowly avert your gaze from the sign to the hybrid inside of the cage. He's in his animal form, but his eyes speak volumes. It holds a certain type of understanding and knowledge that no ordinary animal can ever acquire. It's how you know the store isn't lying about him being a hybrid so that they'd be able to sell him for a higher price.
You take him in. Black, unruly fur, patches of it is missingβ mostly near his torso, eyes, ears, mouth, and hands. A burn incident maybe?
You stare back at the sign.
He bites.
His last owner had to be sent to the doctor for immediate medical attention.
You turn your back around and keeping surveying all the pets.
You wouldn't go for such an aggressive hybrid. That tiny little text of his euthanization means nothing to you. You need a hybrid that will be able to protect you, not hurt you.
***
You end up going home with him, he's seated in the backseat of your car, muzzle strapped tightly to his maw as he sits quietly in the doggy cage provided.
When you're desperate, you rationalize, you do stupid things.
Or, when you have a heart, you do stupid things.
It was definitely that tiny text that made you take him in. That, and the burns.
That, and the slop the owners of the establishment were feeding him. If he's going to die, what's the point in feeding him properly? That must've been their reasoning.
When you finally reach home, and get to the point of taking off the muzzle, Dabi bites.
And he bites hard.
For the next few weeks, your hand is treated, and in another 2 weeks it's healed. There's a scar, similar to sharp canine teeth, that you think will never leave. You and him are similar in that regard, both with scars.
Dabi is agitated. Confused and agitated, or agitated because he's confused. You brought him back to your house, even after spending a long time staring at the clear warning sign on is cage. You brought him back, and you didn't even try to interact with him. Didn't try to put him through the same regime behaviour training that he had to go through in the past, and you didn't even send him back. He bit you, and you still treated him the same.
You ignore him most days, but you always leave a plate of cooked food by his door, accompanied by a glass of water or juice.
You are home often, you barley leave the house.
It makes him question, why you even brought him back in the first place.
Dabi is confused.
He finds out later that your ex is batshit, makes sense you'd want to stay safe inside. You're both closer than before, he thinks, but anything can be considered closer now that you aren't ignoring him. You talk to him about little things, or you just complain out loud. Your hands are never near him, and whenever he tries to move closer, your hands are always far.
He pretends it doesn't bother him, like how you pretend you aren't scared whenever his jaw opens.
For the next couple of months, Dabi finds himself trying to get on your good side. It's strange, he thinks, because usually it would be the other way around. Though, you have him treating you as if you were the frightened puppy.
(He can't help but think you'd make a good hybrid, and him a good owner. He wouldn't ignore you so blatantly as you had done to him)
"Hey." He calls, voice gruff and sore from the misuse. He can't remember the last time he even bothered speaking. He didn't have to use his words in most cases, but he finds that if he doesn't then the silence in the house can stretch on for long periods.
He doesn't like that.
And if Dabi doesn't like something, he's going to do something about it.
You don't seem surprised by his voice, instead offering a glass of your own water as you continue to stare at your phone screen, mindlessly texting your friends.
Dabi finds that you aren't the socially awkward type, and you would always go out with your friends when the time proved right. Though, that's changed after your ex.
Even though Dabi feels some resemblance of guilt, he can't help but to be happy you're always at home with him. That he bit you, and you'll forever have a scar. Proof that he exists, if he's ever to kick the bucket. And he's glad your ex was shitty.
It makes impressing you really easy (makes doing nice things for you less embarrassing, if he words it like that).
"Hey" he tries again. This time you nibblie on your bottom lip, putting you're home down and looking up with him. An empty glass clutched in his hands.
"Let's go for a walk"
It seems strange, he thinks, this sort of dynamic between the two of you. Sometimes, he likes to think about if your roles were reversed. If anything, you'd probably be a support dog. Though, he quite likes how things are right now.
unedited, like all my thoughts
right now i am in a hybird phase!! save me dog dabi
also, as an added thing, when you're finally comfortable enough to touch dabi (with quivering hands, and eyes that dart to his face every time you think he isn't looking) you decide to wash him. when you do, you're surprised to find that his hair is white, not black
he says it's dye, but you know he's been mistreated in the shelter
(you don't bring it up again after that, but you always make sure to keep him healthy)
Dog hybrid! Dabi used to get jealous, most frequently when he was a stray.
He was envious of other hybrids with a roof above their heads. He used to think, 'they didn't have to look through trash for food'β they had it easy. Little, obedient house pets.
So, his 'jealousy' has never been for superficial reasons.
Well, up until now.
Dabi stares at the woman you're talking to, a growl wanting to desperately tear it's way up his throat. You seem close to her, so, so closeβ and he wants to deny the feeling he's experiencing.
He's just territorial, he reasons. He's territorial, and this strange woman is in his home. Too close to you.
Dog hybrid! Dabi gets jealousβ watching people mile about with their days as he's forced in cages far too small for his malnourished body.
Now, he has no reason to get 'jealous'. He has a roof above his head and food on his plate every day. He doesn't have to go tracking through bins.
So, if he's jealous, he's ungrateful.
But that woman is far too close to you, and something itches at the back of his mind.
So he'll scratch it, like a good dog.
Dabi stalks closer towards you, and you're surprised because he usually isn't too fond of guests. Probably scared, but now that he's grown to trust youβ and you himβ you're glad to see this positive development. Though your more surprised by what happens next, as he slips his arm around you and brings you closer, glaring at the woman you were talking to.
SHIGARAKI wears a scent suppressor, so when anyone first meets him they immediately assume he's an alphaβ or a really bratty beta. Nobody thinks that the same male that wears his deceased family on his body is an omega.
Omegas are soft, obedient, sweet, and docile. The exact opposite of Shigaraki.
No one in their right mind assumes that he's an omega, of all thingsβ but there are the little things he does that has you questioning his 'alpha' gender.
Frankly, he's very possessive over you, not in a relatively 'sweet' way, but in a 'if you get hurt I'll fucking kill you' way, which is contradictory in itself, but you're able to see his frenzied worry when you come back with blood all over you.
"What the fuck happened.." Shigaraki practically growls, scratching at the collar around his neck as he snarls your way.
You shrug, walking further into his room as you take a seat on his bed, "don't worry 'bout it boss"
Sometimes your laundry goes missing, or he calls you to his room to just stand there and do nothing while he plays video games, cursing at his teammates and smashing controller buttons when he gets practically frustrated.
With this being a common routine between you two, you've found yourself comfortable enough to lie down on his bed, deliberately scenting it as you do. Whether it's a show for dominance, because he's a supposed 'alpha', or another thing you don't really want to think too deeply about, you always find yourself doing it.
So, as he's busy playing, you watch from his shoulder. By the way his mouth twitches, and his tense shoulders relax, you can tell he's won.
"Ah, good job" you say it absent-mindlessly, still laying down on his bed as you read through a manga he's got laying around. Definitely not rated for children, but you're bored out of your mind.
As you continue reading through it, you miss the way Shigaraki practically preens at your praise; chest heaving as he bites down on his bottom lip. If anything, he would be wagging his tail by now if he had one.
After a prolonged silence, Shigaraki composes himself and turns to you, harsh glare in his eyes.
"Shut up"
It's said so out of the blue, you forget your previous comment, because you've been sitting in silence for at least 30 minutes.
"I didn't even say anything!" You huff, dropping the manga on his bed as you grumble.
All in all, I think Shigaraki himself wants to deny his omega gender. It's seen as weak in societies eyes, and Shigaraki is anything but weak. It's why he's so annoyed by you, and the way he feels about you.
It's probably because you're just an alpha, he reasons, but he knows that's not explicitly true.
That's why he denies himself of having you. He doesn't need a stuck up alpha that just thinks with it's dickβ Shigaraki doesn't need anyone, no matter how much his omega practically whines for it.
Though, even though he dislikes you, he can't seem to leave you alone.
"Which one were you reading?" Shigaraki asks, not turning your way but continuing to state at his computer screen.
You scrunch your nose, picking up the disregarded manga and turning it over to see the cover, "...four knots and one girl"
"Ha, that's a good one"
"You'd think so, freakass"
"I'll dust you, watch your mouth."
"You won't do shit." As you say that, you release some of your pheromones, and it's not a big deal (at least not to you). It's common for alpha's do it with other alpha's, a playful way to assert dominance than the more violent manners. A common occurrence between two alpha friends.
Though, Shigaraki is not an alpha. And he definitely doesn't want to be your friend.
So the moment he gets a whiff of your scent, your pure scentβ not the scent he gets from your clothing, his mind turns hazy.
The smell of cedar wood and patchouli fills his vision.
"... Whaβwhatever..." Shigaraki mumbles, scratching at his collar more feverantly.
He's so affected by your scent, that he can't help but to think about how you'd act if he took his scent suppressor off. How would you react to his omega scent?
Would you like his smell? Would it fill and cloud your mind like yours does his? Would you lose control?
The scratching doesn't stop, if anything, it gets worse.
Shigaraki almost wants to take his collar offβ to see you lose your control this time. But he refrains himself, just barely.
The scratching still doesn't cease.
It's so aggressive, you can't help but look up from your position on your bed, a worried frown settled between your brows and on your mouth.
"Stop that."
You don't even mean it as a command, really, you just didn't want him damaging his skin as much as he does; Shigaraki treats it as a command.
His hand immediately freezes in place, and your fascinated as you watch his frozen hand stiffly return to his side.
Obediently.
Like a good little omega listening to their alpha.
the blood is not readers of I just forgot to add that in
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