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His neighbors always had to find a way to piss him the fuck off. But apparently their last straw was when Bakugo bared his fangs at them. As if the husband of the wife that kept threatening to call the police hadn’t done that already.
But Bakugo wasn’t doing shit! He was just minding his damn business. The omega hybrid was probably just intimidated because she hadn’t seen an alpha like him before considering her husband is only a prey beta hybrid. Bakugo was a prime alpha so it didn’t help his case that much to be less intimidating. So much so that his annoying neighbor got other annoying neighbors to get on his ass about being a threat to them.
He brought the problem up to Sparky and Shitty Hair one day after work. They questioned it when one of his neighbors came out to bother him again, only for the words to die on their tongue when seeing that Bakugo had company. Well, one of them. The other woman(the squirrel prey hybrid) had warned Sparky and Shitty Hair not to associate themselves with such a “vile person”.
Bakugo begrudgingly admitted that he got the cops called on him last week for being “feral” after the baring fangs incident. The police gave him a warning and Bakugo hated to admit that now even going to his own home was a hassle. He told the two that he was looking for a new home but would rather wait until springtime to move out since it was already getting cold out.
“Well,” Sparky hummed, “Why not do stuff to show you’re a good guy?”
“I don’t think they’re gonna believe the truth anytime soon,” Bakugo rolled his eyes, “They all have their heads stuck up their own asses.” His wolf ears flattened in irritation.
“Well what about a little gesture to them? Maybe make them something since you like cooking? Show them a part of you?” Shitty Hair suggested.
“Like I’m gonna cook for some fucking extras. Those fuckers don’t even deserve it,” Bakugo grumbled, getting up to sweep a part of his floor that was bothering him with the mess.
“But you still don’t wanna have the cops back here,” Kirishima murmured.
“Oh! I got it!” That was all Dunce Face said before bolting off to who knows where in the apartment. Rather than get a house, Bakugo wanted to focus more on getting his own agency and all that shit together rather than get a huge extravagant place to live like some of his friends did fresh out of UA. These extras living near him might not know it yet, but they’re gonna regret treating Bakugo like dog shit when he starts climbing the ranks.
Kaminari came stumbling back in with a little plastic container, which Bakugo sneered at. “How the fuck is a little plastic bin gonna help me?”
“A candy bowl!” Kaminari announced, holding the bin over his head, “Everyone likes candy! Even leaving a little treat for people to pick up once they walk by might make them think a little better about you. Maybe you can bake little treats too!”
Which is how Bakugo ended up having to go shopping for candy and a bowl to put it in(he wasn’t gonna use the crummy container Sparky picked out). The only one that did catch his eye was an old All Might one that was on clearance. Not like he was tight on money, no not at all, but Bakugo just enjoyed the small subtle reference to his childhood.
And it looked like someone else did as well.
At first, Bakugo didn’t really notice it until after he realized that he actually did have to refill the candy bowl because people were actually using it. It took a couple days to notice, mostly because of Bakugo’s busy schedule with being a rookie pro hero. Filing paperwork, doing patrols, talking to the police about a case, yada yada.
It went on for weeks, with him just mindlessly filling up the candy bowl with candy or some small chip bags he had in his apartment. Sometimes the idiots would come over and maybe toss in some snacks that they didn’t want. Maybe there was one time where Bakugo stress baked and put the brownies in little plastic baggies.
After that day, he found a note on his door. The handwriting was messy, yet Bakugo could tell just by the rounded edges of the writing and other aspects that the person was nice and fully meant what they wrote. The note was simple: ‘Thank you for the brownies!’
Bakugo took it off his door and stared at it for a second or two, looking around before heading into his apartment.
A couple weeks after that was Bakugo’s first “encounter” with the man. He was just about to open his apartment door to head to the store when he heard shuffling beyond his door. At first, he was going to just go past the person, thinking it was across the hall, but then he heard wrappers crinkling around where his candy bowl was.
An ear atop his head twitched at the noise before he hesitantly went over to look through the peephole. Not that he cared who was taking his shit, but he at least wanted to make sure they were gone before he headed out.
Unfortunately he wasn’t quiet enough. It was probably because the person had sensitive ears. Bakugo was about to turn away from the peephole until the person stood up to where they were in line of sight of the peephole.
Green messy hair caught his eyes first, becoming a blur before not being visible when the person stood up. After that be focused on how tall the person was. Bakugo was already fairly tall due to being a prime alpha but this person was likely a head taller than him. They were also rather wide, Bakugo noted. He didn’t get to look for much longer before the person retreated down the hallway.
Bakugo was about to brush it off until he stepped outside of his apartment a minute later to the smell of relatively happy omegan pheromones. And Bakugo had to admit that the smell had his tail wagging in happiness because holy fucking shit it was the best thing he’s ever smelled.
With being a prime alpha, it was hard to find scents that were tolerable. Usually omegan scents were too strong or too sweet that made Bakugo want to gag, as if he were smelling a really strong perfume. And some omegas wore perfume on top of their terribly strong scent, especially if they were trying to hit on him during patrol. He would get some betas and alphas doing the same thing sometimes. But this scent smelled just perfect. It wasn’t too sweet and it wasn’t very strong at all. The mix of smelling a forest, apples, and wood hit his nose just right.
He probably stood there for a minute or two before he realized that he needed to get going if he wanted to make it on time for Kirishima’s birthday party.
Maybe Bakugo started baking more treats to put in the candy bowl.
Fall started to transition to winter and Bakugo found himself exhausted, work piling up and also becoming more infuriating given difficulty with his quirk in the winter. It hadn’t started snowing yet, thankfully, but it still forced Bakugo to work harder when using his quirk.
He was just about to turn down the hallway to his apartment when he heard the rustling of wrappers again. He stopped himself from dragging his feet, heart beat picking up at the thought of being able to potentially put a face to the most wonderful scent he’s ever smelled.
Only to find out that the scent also belonged to the most adorable person that he’s ever seen. First of all, the green mop of hair was actually a mess of soft-looking green curls. Bakugo could only see the side view of his face, but he noted the sprinkle of freckles and soft chubby cheeks. And his cheeks weren’t the only chubby thing. The guy was actually chubby all over. Chonky, even. It just added to the charm in Bakugo’s eyes. To top it off, he saw how the little- what looked like- deer tail that the guy had was wagging ever so slightly as he carefully picked out a treat or two from the candy bowl.
Bakugo wasn’t sure if he should approach or not, but the anti-social part of his brain told him to just stay put and observe.
His tail wagged behind him happily as he watched the big omega rummage through the bowl. Bakugo only barely picked out the little trill that the omega let out when he had picked out a baggie with the banana bread Bakugo wanted to try out. His inner alpha howled and itched to go over to the omega, immediately pulled in by the trill. His alpha wanted to answer back with a purr and Bakugo had to quite literally clamp his hands over his mouth to stop himself.
That quick movement, however, caught the deer hybrid’s attention, as his little ear twitched. Bakugo had to hide around the corner when he saw his head start to move. Soon enough, Bakugo heard the rushed noises of footsteps retreating down the other side of the hallway.
He cursed himself silently for being the reason the omega retreated down the hallway. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so fucking stupid. Maybe if he acted like a normal fucking human then he would at least know the guy’s name. But he wasn’t. And he didn’t. So Bakugo was left to sigh and drag himself over to his apartment door, smelled the barely-there scent of the omega, and then head into his apartment.
To think that the encounter would likely be their last(unless Bakugo just watched for the deer hybrid to show back up on his doorstep 24/7) made Bakugo oddly upset.
All Bakugo could do was try to forget about it while he dragged himself to take a shower to get all the grime and gross scents that always clung to him after a work day.