M/w my dawg

Pulled up late to the function, you still letting me in?? 😈😈

Bakugo and deku were walking through a courtyard in the outskirts of Tokyo. Large-eared statues of Buddha decorated the tranquil scene, water flowing in beautiful waterfalls. Deku paced after the spiky haired male, who had recently become his "sensei" of sorts. He was learning how to gamble, to his late mother's dismay. "It's my honor to be targeted by monoma himself." Bakugo stated, in response to a previous statement made by deku that went undocumented. "Is this monoma guy really that famous?" Deku inquired, his greenish curls bouncing in unison with his ribs. He peered up at the male, who was approximately 3 and 3/4 inches taller than himself. "Monoma is a fierce gambler with one mafia and 3 forced debts needed to be payed by the first born omega of the offenders." Bakugo calmy answered his omega. "Who's better at gambling, him, or you?" His little crunchy male questioned. Bakugo looked at the rocky floor of the courtyard, his fluffy, spiked locks tangling in his face. His red eyes searched for the proper wording. "If monoma won both of our mafias, he might give me a little trouble." Deku looked suprised. Bakugo's statement lacked his usual confidence and ego, however his face lacked the doubt his words implied. "B-but would you lose?" The sub-omega asked. He was a little scared for the answer, his confidence in his alpha temporalily disrupted. "Nah, I'd win." Bakugo responded.