Stupid Wolf (Discontinued)

41. Therapy Dog

"The fuck was that, Beta?" Bakugo spit, standing to follow you but hesitating.

He'd gone after you before and you'd been angry with him for it. Maybe patience would be better?

But patience wasn't really a thing Bakugo was best at...

"I don't know ..." Shinso said softly in response to what he was sure was a rhetorical question, fingering over the pulse in his neck, feeling the erratic beat start to slow down.

He certainly had never felt like that before. It was strange. Rage and possessiveness wasn't what fueled him in that fight... It was his heart.

He thought you were in trouble and acted before his head could tell him it was a bad idea. It wasn't an Alpha or Beta thing. It was a hero thing, he decided.

His body moved on its own to protect someone in trouble...

Even so, he growled. Actually growled. What the fuck was that about?

He shook his head, deciding to think about that much later on. Right now he had to stop Bakugo from going after you.

"Are you going after her?" He asked, hearing Bakugo scoff almost instantly.

"Tch, of course I'm-" he froze.

Bingo.

"Ah, you're still so easy to snare... now Bakugo, you're gonna answer some yes or no questions. Understand?"

Going against everything the explosive hero knew about Shinos 'weak ass quirk', he nodded.

He fucking nodded.

Fuck.

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Monoma grinned down at you for a few seconds, enjoying your discomfort before realising you were bleeding on him, pulling his arm away from you and taking out a tissue from his sleeve to wipe it off.

"Oh, ew. What happened to you?"

"None of your business." You snapped, finding your voice trembling ever so slightly. Dammit.

You huffed and tried to side step around him, but he held up the tissue in your face.

"At least clean yourself up a bit before you go. You'll attract unwanted attention smelling like that..."

You scowled, taking the tissue and wiping away the blood from your nose, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I'm wearing a collar, dumbass." You hissed, pleased your trembling had seemed to go away. He rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't matter. Your scent is out of your skin now." He pointed to the blood on the tissue before slowly bringing his finger to hover an inch in front of your nose and you held back the urge to bite it off...

"A scent collar can only suppress your glands. Once your blood is in the air, it's as good as blood in the water full of killer sharks."

"Then why are you so calm?" You snapped, scrunching up the tissue and throwing it in a nearby trashcan. How could he be acting so nonchalant if your scent was really so unmasked in front of him?

"I'm not." He said with a surprising non-sleazy smile and you frowned. Then you noticed how his hands were balled by his sides... shaking.

"Oh. Well, I'll get out of your hair then... Thanks for the tissue." You said lowly, feeling a little bad for stressing the Alpha, no matter how much of a dick he could normally be... But he'd taken the time to be nice.

"You're not going back to the dorms are you?" He asked as you turned, his footsteps alerting you that he was following.

You rolled your eyes, feeling yourself take back any nice feelings you had to the class B douchebag...