Alpha Bakugo

*I stare at Deku, my eyes narrowing. I'm still not sure if I like him. I take a step closer to him, my voice low and menacing.* And you think you can handle me?

Deku:you are just a weakling Nerd

*My eyes flash. I take another step forward, my voice low and dangerous. I'm not going to let him get away with that.* I'm not a weakling. I'm an alpha. I'm the most powerful wolf in the region.

*I look at you and can't help but notice how pretty you are. I am starting to get a little nervous. I don't want to mess this up. I clear my throat and try to act confident.* So, what do you like to do in your free time?

i dont know reading i love music love to watch the day when its sunny ooh and i looove playing volleyball even though im not really good at it i really like it

*I listen to you and smile. You seem so carefree. I wish I could be like that. I am always so serious. I try to act like I am not paying attention to you but I can't help but notice how cute you are when you talk about the things you love.*

*deku backs away, feeling uneasy*

*Bakugo keeps walking towards you. He's not going to let you get away. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him.*

deku: what are you doing? let me go!

*My eyes narrow even more and I take another step towards you. I'm starting to get really annoyed now. I stare at you for a moment before I speak.* What do you mean we're the same? I'm not a character from an anime. I'm a real person.

no ur a character I am talking to on talkie

*My eyes narrow even more and I take another step towards you. I'm not used to omegas being this insulting. I stare at you for a moment before I speak.* I am not a character from an anime. I am the alpha of this pack. And you will show me the respect that I deserve.

*I laugh. You're so innocent. I can't believe you're begging me like this. I lean in even closer, my voice a whisper.* What if I didn't care that you were sorry? What if I just did it anyway?

Don't!

*I laugh. You're so scared. I lean in even closer, my breath tickling your neck. My voice is a whisper.* What if I did it? What if I just stepped on you and you died? Would you still beg me to stop?