Uncovered Part 3
Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader
A/N: surprise! Have another part today
Summary: Alpha!Bakugo finds out that you’ve secretly been an Omega all this time
Part 1 Part 2
Bakugo stood with his fist poised, ready to knock on the front door to your apartment— that was until he dropped his hand to the side for the umpteenth time that night.
”Fuck— this is so fucking stupid,” he growled, yearning to just punch a goddamn hole in the wall and just leave already.
It was late anyway, you were probably asleep by now. He could just come back tomorrow morning.
He took a step back and turned… that’s what he’ll do, he’ll come back tomorrow morning before you’re meant to report to the agency for work—
He stopped.
“FUCK—“ Bakugo slammed his fist hard against your front door three times.
After a few beats he was greeted with the door being swung open and you standing exasperated on the other side.
Almost immediately you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, “No. Go home—“ you went to shut the door but Bakugo shoved his foot in the door before you could.
”We need to talk,” He muttered gruffly, peering down at you with hard eyes.
Your nostrils flared as you stared back up at him with an indignant look, “I have nothing to say to you—“
”Have you been crying?” The words flew past his lips as he took in your appearance. You were dressed in pajamas, no doubt already in bed for the night when he came, and your eyes were swollen and watery as if you had just finished sobbing your eyes out.
You huffed, “Go. Home.”
The two of you stared each other down for another moment before Bakugo forced himself forward and shoved himself inside, throwing you off balance and stumbling backwards, unable to stop him.
Bakugo glanced around your apartment. It was nice— expensive. It was expected of a hero of your notoriety, but even more so due to the fact you were a legacy hero. He wouldn’t lie, despite being relatively close friends ever since Raccoon Eyes all but adopted you into the group during first year, he always did chalk you up to just being another rich kid from another long line of heroes that got everything handed to them on a silver platter.
He realized with faint recognition that this was the first time he had set foot in your place. You never invited anyone over, always assuming you just liked your privacy but now… he was sure it was more than that.
Bakugo heard the click of the door shutting behind him, followed by a defeated sigh.
“Why are you here Bakugo?” You asked, clearly exhausted, walking past him and deeper into the apartment as you made your way to the kitchen.
”Hah?” He sneered incredulously, following in tow, “You’re really going to ask me that after what happened this afternoon?”
“I’ve been watching the news all day— you haven’t told anyone yet,” you muttered, reaching the top of your fridge for a bottle of sake.
”Of course I didn’t tell dumbass.”
You threw him a resentful glance over your shoulder, “Well why not?” You spat before unscrewing the top of the bottle and taking a swig before finally seating yourself down at the kitchen island.
Bakugo rounded the island, slamming his hands down on the counter across from you, “How low do you think I am—?”
Your head snapped up, locking your gaze with his once more, ”Pretty fucking low considering I found you going through my shit!— I mean, who even does that!? What were you even trying to find—“
”You’re changing the subject!” Bakugo rushed, ears tinging pink knowing the truth of why he even looked in the first place was embarrassing enough.
There was a pregnant pause before you finally rolled your eyes and took another swig— it didn’t even matter at this point did it? Your life may as well be over anyway…
“What do you want?” You finally sighed, resigned to whatever the rest of this interaction was going to be.
”I want to understand,” he replied, more even and controlled than his previous outbursts, “How have you hid this for so long? —And who else knows about you.”
You exhaled sharply through your nose, fingering the rim of your sake bottle in thought. “Why should I even tell you?”
”I’m not going to say anything.”
“That is until you change your mind.”
”I won’t.” He hissed, “I’m not going to get your license revoked— now will you just answer me.”
You continued to remain silent, making him huff in frustration.
”The cold.”
Your eyes slid to his, confusion painting your face, “What?”
”The cold,” he reiterated, clearly annoyed, “It’s my main weakness.”
You narrowed your eyes, “I already know that—“
”I’m just saying— if I tell… then you tell. I have a lot of enemies that would pay for that kinda information.”
You were quiet once more, eyeing him and weighing his words. His own gaze was unrelenting, pinning you in your seat. Bakugo was many things but you never really knew him to go back on his word…
”You’re the only one other than my family, doctor, and trainer that knows,” you sighed, taking a swig, “That’s how we’ve kept it secret, parents that hired a doctor and trainer to mix up the perfect cocktail of drugs and regimens to pass me off as an Alpha. That and a whole lot of hush money.” You muttered sarcastically.
”Why?”
”Why?” You scoffed, “Because I’m a (Y/L/N). We don’t have Omegas, everyone in my family has been born an Alpha and then has trained to become a hero for generations.”
”But you guys do have an Omega.”
You shot him a glare, “Yeah, I’m well aware asshole.”
”So what? Making you a hero was going to somehow save your family name?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what it is. And I was doing a fine job of it too until you decided to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong.”
Bakugo finally took a seat, “You all actually think you can keep this a secret?” He asked incredulously.
You quirked a brow, “I am.”
He pursed his lips… technically that was true, but more so because it would have been unthinkable that an Omega would have managed to get as far as you have in this field.
Honestly it was a goddamn miracle you even managed to get into class 1-A to begin with.
If it wasn’t for that he probably would have believed you were at least a Beta if not an Omega, especially as your scent gave no indication…
Bakugo perked up, “Why don’t you smell like an Omega?”
“Drugs,” you shrugged, “My brothers also scent me to mask whatever’s left.”
”And what about—“ heats, Bakugo caught himself before he could say it, the realization hitting him over the head like a ton of bricks. You experience heats. A blush spread across his cheeks, mind suddenly clouded by images of you locked away in your bedroom and—
“What about what?” You asked him impatiently, “Are we done here yet? You already get the gist and if I still have a job in the morning then I need to go to bed now.” You stood up, rounding the kitchen island back towards the front door with Bakugo following behind hesitantly. He still had so many questions but was suddenly and actually aware that you were an Omega… he had never been very tactful around Omegas before.
You stood by the now open door, waiting for him to leave.
And so he did, but not before you stopped him with one final thing left to say. You had stopped him with a grip on his bicep, peering up at him with serious eyes, “You need to be aware of how you treat me in public going forward. If you start pulling some Alpha bullshit and favoring me on missions or doting on me in front of our friends I will make sure every one of your enemies finds out Dynamight can’t handle the cold. Understood?”
He bared his teeth and in a low whisper said, “Don’t get such a big head— you’re still an extra to me.”
With that he had tugged his arm from your grasp and headed out.
He would never admit that what you had said was exactly what had been weighing on his mind since he found the pill bottle.
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