The heavy waves of panic flooded the class as you stood up and left, setting Bakugo back on edge.
Twice today you'd acted like that and each time because of that new teacher...
He couldn't help but wonder why you were on such high alert around the woman.
He felt no danger from her, infact she seemed sweet and placid. No threat at all, but you were behaving like she was pointing a gun at you.
He was suppressing the urge to stand up and follow you, just to make sure you were safe and protected, but that would have been the last thing you wanted, fearful or not.
One second he was holding you and you were relaxed, the next you were growling at him and had slapped him.
Reading girls wasn't easy for Bakugo but that was definitely a clear sign of 'fuck off, I don't want you around me'.
But he couldn't help but want to keep near you, to protect and comfort you...
He caught the way that the other Alphas in the room were still staring at the door where you had been long gone from and felt his whole nervous system flip.
He couldn't concentrate on anything.
Not the history lecture, not the causal note taking of Kirishima beside him and not the twitching of his own legs as they bounced impatiently under the desk.
He was a ticking time bomb as he felt his hands get clammy, knowing any slight change in his temper would easily blow up the desk from being this tightly wound...
But as he tried to wipe his hands on the sides of his pants, something in his brain clicked.
A few times in the past he'd been quietly excused to use the restroom to scrub his hands on the days where he was particularly wound up.
That first week after he had been captured by the league was mostly spent in the bathroom, endlessly washing away the never ending Nitroglycerin to prevent blowing something up every time someone spoke to him...
A solid month of therapy later for the waking nightmares and guilt for AllMight just about eased the near constant flow from his pores...
His eyes finally tore away from the door, aiming to make contact with Aizawa who was droning out the lecture boredly.
When he lifted his gaze to check on the class between paragraphs, he caught Bakugos attempt to draw his attention and frowned, not stopping the lecture for a second but giving him wordless attention.
Bakugo discretely pointed to his palm and looked to the door and Aizawa nodded immediately, grateful that Bakugo had learned to be subtle after all these years...
The first few times he had needed to go wash away his nitroglycerin was via viscous snarls and threats that were simply Bakugos unhealthy way of communicating and his panicked anxiety.
'I'll fucking kill this god damn table!'
Or
'This bastard in my way is gonna die!'
was his way of saying 'I can't control this right now, I'm actually gonna hurt someone or damage something if I can't leave.'
He hadn't needed to do that for a while but thankfully Aizawa didn't seem to question his sudden need.
The big softie...
Without a word, Bakugo carefully stood up and left, avoiding eye contact with everyone around him as he slipped out of the classroom.
Once outside with the door closed, he lifted his nose and inhaled, finding your faint pheromones still lingering in the air.
You hadn't long left but his Alpha senses were nothing against your wolf ones.
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Stupid Wolf (Discontinued)
Fanfiction!!!Fair warning, there will be some additional love interests!!! An Omegaverse AU of the My Hero world in which you are an omega with the quirk of lycanthropy. You come into your Status as all quirk users do at the age of 18 in your last year at UA...
