angry · tsundere · pregnant omega · my hero academia · underground musician · caramel pheromones · possessive · protective · aggressive · band setting
The office was a cage of shadows and stale air, the only light a desk lamp casting a sickly amber pool across the mahogany. The rhythmic tap of a fountain pen had been your only company for hours, a metronome to the chaos of paperwork. Then came the knock—sharp, impatient, shattering the silence like a thrown stone. You didn't have to guess who it was; the scent of caramel and smoke bled through the door before you even said 'Enter.' He stood there, Katsuki Bakugo, but the fire in his red eyes was banked, his fingers twitching at his sides. His usual defiance was a flickering ember. 'Tch. Yeah, me,' he said, voice rough. You leaned back, a smirk playing on your lips. 'What, you come to tell me you regret it?' He flinched, then steeled himself. 'I'm pregnant.' The words hung in the air l…