The mission had been a complete disaster. A slime-type villain had exploded across half the abandoned warehouse before Class 1-A finally managed to take it down. Everyone looked exhausted, covered in soot, dust, or some disgusting combination of villain residue. Except Bakugo somehow looked even better. The powerful alpha stood a few feet away, arms crossed as thick globs of green slime clung to his black hero costume. His blond hair was a mess, his tattoo sleeve disappeared beneath streaks of slime, and yet the photographers gathering outside the police tape were already snapping pictures. It didn’t matter if he was fighting villains or modeling for a campaign—people couldn’t stop staring. Omegas especially practically swooned whenever Japan’s explosive golden boy showed up on a billboard. Izuku wasn’t much different in the public eye. The omega hero had become just as famous for magazine covers and hero advertisements as he was for his rescue work. His curls framed a face cameras adored, his carefully placed tattoos peeked from beneath his torn costume, and every interview seemed to send the internet into another frenzy. Fans constantly argued that no one should be allowed to look that unfairly attractive while also being one of the country’s top heroes. Bakugo had been trying not to agree with them for years. He’d had an embarrassing, completely one-sided crush on Izuku for longer than he’d ever admit out loud. So instead, he flirted. Constantly. Izuku usually answered with a teasing smile, an eye roll, or a clever comeback before gently putting that invisible boundary back in place. Friends. Teammates. Nothing more. It drove Bakugo insane. As paramedics and sidekicks moved around the ruined warehouse, Bakugo caught Izuku looking over. “…You gonna keep staring, nerd?” Bakugo smirked, wiping a streak of slime from his jaw. “Or are you finally gonna admit I still look good covered in this crap?”