Bakudeku (Deku just being in a toxic relationship and gaining trust issues)

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so um I rereading my stuff and um Todoroki was supposed to be an omega and in my notes it was to be Monoma instead so here is the original plan:

Izuku's POV

Although Mr. Bakugo has a team of highly skilled chefs at his disposal, he always insists that I be the one to cook his meals. It's become something of a routine, one that has grown so familiar it almost feels like an unspoken contract between us. I never voice any complaints, but the question lingers in the back of my mind—why me? Why would someone like Mr. Bakugo, who could afford the best culinary expertise, choose an Omega like me over professional chefs who've spent years perfecting their craft?

Deep down, I like to think it's because he prefers my cooking over the professionals'. Maybe it's the way I prepare the dishes, with an extra touch of care that perhaps the chefs don't have. My hands may lack formal training, but they are steady, guided by the love and attention I learned from the best—my mother, before life's circumstances, pulled us apart and I had to leave her care to live with my father.

As an Omega, I've always been taught to excel in domestic tasks. It's ingrained in me, almost as natural as breathing. But cooking? Cooking became more than just a duty; it was my escape, my solace. The kitchen was where I could pour all my emotions, my hopes, and my dreams into something tangible, something nourishing. In a way, it was my sanctuary. And though the Bakugo household is run like a well-oiled machine, I take pride in the fact that my cooking stands out, even among the work of trained chefs. It's my way of leaving a personal mark in a world where Omegas are often seen but not heard.

Today, like every other day, I find myself wandering the aisles of the grocery store, carefully selecting ingredients for tonight's dinner. The familiar scent of fresh produce and the cool air from the refrigerated sections calm my mind as I go over the menu in my head. Katsumi's favorite food is on the menu: eggrolls. I know how much she loves them, and I'm determined to make them perfect. The thought of her enjoying a meal I prepared brings a small smile to my face. Katsumi is a girl of few words, her expressions often guarded, but I've learned to read the subtle signs—the way her eyes soften when she takes the first bite, the barely-there upturn of her lips when she thinks no one is watching. Those are the moments I live for.

Third-Person POV

Izuku moved through the store with a focused expression, his green eyes darting between the items on the shelves and the list in his hand. He meticulously checked off each item as he placed it into his basket, his mind already running through the steps he would take in the kitchen later. The store was bustling with activity, the chatter of other shoppers a distant hum in his ears. He was almost done when, in his distraction, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going," Izuku immediately apologized, bowing his head respectfully. His heart raced, a familiar anxiety creeping up as he slowly looked up to see who he had collided with. The person was an Alpha, standing tall and imposing, but there was a softness to his expression that caught Izuku off guard.

The Alpha, who had a striking presence, waved off the apology with a kind smile. "No, it's okay," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "Let me help you with that." Without waiting for Izuku's protest, the Alpha knelt, effortlessly gathering the fallen vegetables that had spilled from Izuku's basket.

Izuku was momentarily taken aback by the Alpha's unexpected kindness. As an Omega, he was used to being overlooked or even dismissed by Alphas, who often saw Omegas as weaker, delicate, or needing protection rather than capable of handling things on their own. This Alpha, however, didn't seem to hold such assumptions, and that alone made the encounter unusual.