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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Kirishima_Eijirou/Midoriya_Izuku, Iida_Tenya/Uraraka_Ochako, Jirou
      Kyouka/Yaoyorozu_Momo, Bakugou_Katsuki/Kaminari_Denki, Kirishima_Eijirou/
      Midoriya_Izuku/Shinsou_Hitoshi
  Character:
      Kirishima_Eijirou, Midoriya_Izuku, Iida_Tenya, Uraraka_Ochako, Jirou
      Kyouka, Yaoyorozu_Momo, Bakugou_Katsuki, Kaminari_Denki, Ashido_Mina,
      Todoroki_Shouto, Tokoyami_Fumikage, Shouji_Mezou, Yagi_Toshinori_|_All
      Might, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Mineta_Minoru
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Omega_Verse, Omega_Midoriya, alpha_Kirishima,
      BAMF_Midoriya_Izuku, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Beta_Shinsou
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-13 Updated: 2017-07-18 Chapters: 17/? Words: 44552
****** Moon of my Life ******
by fotoshop_cutout
Summary
     Izuku's been struggling with dealing: dealing with Kacchan's anger
     issues, dealing with a quirk that tries to destroy his body, and now
     dealing with all these feelings that keep welling up around a certain
     alpha. The question is how will he cope?
Notes
     Un-beta'd, so forgive any errors. It's been quite a while since I
     actually wrote anything for any fandom, so I might be a bit rusty.
     Also, I apologize for my bad pun when it comes to this chapter's
     title. I will show myself out.
***** What's Supp? *****
The first alpha his own age that Izuku really knew was Kacchan. He’d been
ecstatic to be spoken to by such a powerful, strong human being. Perhaps he’d
taken that excitement a little too far and before long Izuku was idolizing the
other boy. When his childhood friend’s quirk manifested, it only widened the
societal gap between them. No one saw how truly toxic the relationship became.
No one heard the insults and slights that Kacchan, his once best friend, slung
his direction.
While All Might was definitely an alpha, and definitely influenced Izuku’s
life, he was from the generation preceding his own. He felt more of a paternal
bond with the older alpha, and he was certain by the way that his idol
addressed him, that the feeling was mutual. Therefore, the second alpha that
Izuku bonded with that was his own age was Iida. Iida was a leader that was
outspoken and decisive, someone you could follow into battle without thinking
twice. He was calmer than Kacchan, though he could be just as loud at times.
Iida took both Izuku and Ochako under his wing within the first week of
classes, giving the two of them some much needed balance.
Then Izuku met Momo; a recommended student for the Hero’s Course, she was the
only Omega to get in on recommendations alone. Her quirk to create anything
from her body was amazing, and Izuku wished that he’d been blessed with
something as amazing as that from birth. Instead, he’d been given his quirk in
an unconventional manner—one that meant that he couldn’t talk about it. One
that distanced him even further from Kacchan, the first alpha in his life.
Momo, however, only solidified his stance on changing the societal views of
omegas. They were not “not allowed,” but society did not encourage them to
become heroes themselves. Omegas were seen as support, a worthy sidekick, and
that was the most they would be able to handle. Between himself and Momo, Izuku
was sure that it was only a matter of time before the perception changed.
When Izuku met the third alpha his age he was taken completely off guard.
Kirishima Eijirou wasn’t Kacchan—he had the same strength, the same heat but it
was different somehow—he wasn’t Iida—he had the same natural leadership
ability, he just was… different. He wasn’t screaming it from the rooftops. He
didn’t need to. He was so self-assured, so sturdy under pressure (and not just
because of his quirk), and he had that scent. The first time Izuku had caught a
whiff of it he nearly melted into a puddle of goo. He wasn’t even certain that
the redhead used suppressants until the Hero’s Course students were living
under one roof. Even then, he doubted it a little bit (maybe they were tic
tacs).
“You’re still taking that shit, spiky hair?” Kacchan shoved at Kirishima in the
locker room, jostling the other alpha as he replaced his box of suppressants
into his locker along with his school uniform. Kirishima was already changed
into his hero costume, swallowing down the two pills that he took once a day,
every day. It was like clockwork. Other alphas took theirs as well, Izuku knew
for a fact that Kacchan took his dose before bed each night. “You know you
don’t have to take so much, you’re practically a beta anyway.”
Kacchan’s sneer was always present, but Kirishima didn’t appear to be bothered
by the continued heckling. He shrugged and finished tucking his uniform into
his locker. Izuku glanced over, but knew better than to involve himself when
Kacchan was the one in question. Besides, Kirishima was one of the only alphas
in their age range to stand up to Kacchan and still be treated as an alpha,
despite what the explosive teen said.
Izuku pulled his boots on, pausing for a moment to tuck away his own uniform
before he yanked his gloves on. There was more locker-room talk, including
Mineta sidling up to Sero and trying to get him to help the smaller beta into
the vent so he could spy on the girls that way. Sero shook his head, trying to
remind him of how Jirou had reacted the last time he’d tried peeking. It wasn’t
until Kaminari bumped shoulders with Izuku that the omega began paying
attention to the greater conversation again. The electricity wielding teen
raised an eyebrow and glanced at Kacchan, pulling Izuku’s gaze in that
direction as well.
“The fuck should I care? I just don’t think you should flaunt it.” They must
have still been talking about suppressants. It was a consistent topic of debate
in the locker room. Specifically, because Iida and Kirishima were two of the
class’s alphas and both took their suppressants mid-day. Izuku just figured it
was like his own, plenty took pills to help and it was up to each individual
when they took them during the day. If it was the same time every day, it
didn’t appear to matter.
“I’m not flaunting anything, and I don’t believe Kirishima is either.” Iida
began, “We just take them at this time. It’s a pain to change timing, so I know
I haven’t.”
Kirishima shrugged in reply to that, seeming to concede to that reasoning with
a raise of his eyebrows. It accented the scar on his right eyebrow. Izuku
shoved his locker shut, unintentionally slamming it. Kaminari jumped away from
him as all the eyes in the locker room were drawn to him. At first Izuku was
going to play it off just as it was—an accident. But Kacchan’s eyes met his and
he knew that wasn’t going to work this time.
“You have something to fucking say, Deku?” Kacchan’s sharp tone almost made
Izuku balk, but with one swallow and a glance toward Kirishima, who wasn’t even
looking at him as he adjusted his belt buckle, and Izuku shrugged nonchalantly.
“How about we stop talking about suppressants? No one but you cares about—” He
was cut off as Kacchan crossed the locker room in what seemed like a single
bound to crush Izuku back against the lockers with enough force to make them
creak. His breath left his lungs forcibly as Kacchan growled in his face, all
narrowed eyes and alpha presence.
“What, you nervous we’re gonna ask you about yours? Fucking omega piece of
shit.” All he could see was Kacchan’s eyes, red irises seeming to swim like
blood. Izuku knew that he should look away, should bare his throat and take it
like he was supposed to. Distantly he heard a flurry of activity as Iida yelled
at Kacchan, but it wasn’t until the alpha was physically ripped off him by Sero
and Kaminari, and Kirishima stepped between the two of them that eye contact
broke. Kirishima’s back was to him, and Izuku nearly sagged against it, getting
a nose full of alpha pheromones in the process. It was muted, underneath the
soap and deodorant that the redhead used, but it was there. There was a power
scramble for a moment before Izuku heard Kacchan leave the locker room, most of
the class in tow.
Kirishima glanced over his shoulder then, eyes hard on Izuku. The One for All
user shrunk back a bit and cast his eyes down toward the floor as the alpha
turned around. “You shouldn’t tease him like that. You know he’s sensitive.”
Izuku almost wanted to snort at the backwards sounding attribute being applied
to Kacchan. His gaze lifted again and Kirishima’s gaze had softened somewhat.
“You have some balls there, Midoriya. They’re wrong about omegas, they’re just
as scary as us alphas.”
He reached out then, barely giving a bro-fist to Izuku’s shoulder and then
slinging his arm around his shoulders. “Come on, let’s get to class.”
Izuku would have done anything that Kirishima wanted, if he would only leave
his arm there. It smelled so good, so comforting, that he would have followed
that scent anywhere.
***** Dog Pile *****
Chapter Summary
     Some soft, cuddly feels for the Hero's Course kids.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd.
     Establishing a baseline of how nights are for Izuku presently.
     Storyline begins to pick up soon!
Back at the dorms that night, Izuku was avoiding all the common areas. It
wasn’t as though he really needed to be that careful—his classmates would keep
anything bad from happening and Kacchan was normally shut away in his room
anyway—but the continued heckling from the explosive alpha throughout the rest
of the day about his status and suppressants just made socializing the last
thing Izuku wanted to do. He stayed up in his room, leaning over his desk and
working on homework while scrubbing his free hand through his unruly hair.
At eight o’clock a knock sounded on his door and a timid Ochako spoke just loud
enough that he could hear her. “Deku, are you going to eat dinner?”
He startled, sitting up, stretching his back as he did so and slowly spinning
his chair to look at the door. He knew he shouldn’t pretend to be asleep, not
to his packmate, but he kind of wanted to. He scratched at the back of his head
and stood up, quietly crossing to the door. He drew it open to see the sad
looking beta girl, clasping her hands in front of her. “Iida said you should
eat something. Do you want me to bring it to you?”
The alpha he’d been following knew him well enough to know he’d had a hard day
and had withdrawn. He sighed and glanced back at his room before stepping out.
“No, I could use the air.” As he closed the door behind him, he offered her a
thin smile, “Would you like to come with me, or are you busy?”
This seemed to brighten her up, and she nodded enthusiastically, falling into
step with him, her hand reaching out to snag his, lacing their fingers
together. It was sweet; she always had been, though. She thought so much about
others’ and their feelings, and was always attentive to everyone in the Hero’s
Course. She chattered in his ear, telling him what everyone had been up to
since he’d ensconced himself in his room. “Ashido and Aoyama have been in a
dead heat of Super Smash Brothers for the past hour. I think Jirou is having
way too much fun cheering them on, plus she’s getting chip crumbs all over
everything.”
When they got to the first floor’s kitchen area, Tokoyami was already there,
microwaving some variety of instant noodle, and he nodded to Izuku
respectfully, budging out of the way as Ochako began getting out dishes for the
omega. It was often like this: Ochako would bring him down to the kitchen and
then help him prepare his meal, drinking tea and talking to him about anything
and everything while he ate. He thought it had something to do with missing her
parents—her mother was a rather doting beta who spoiled Ochako rotten whenever
she could. Izuku didn’t mind it, she kept him company and was great to converse
with. Today, however, he sort of wished it was just him. Maybe Tokoyami. The
alpha tended to be a lone wolf and kept to himself. Quietly.
Ochako helped him make a sandwich and the tea, and then he bolted down the
food, not realizing how hungry he was. Tokoyami had left with his meal,
slipping out unnoticed at the time. As Izuku was polishing off his tea,
Kaminari and Kirishima entered the kitchen—Izuku wished that he could only tell
because he saw them, but the truth was that he’d smelled Kirishima coming down
the hall. He was freshly showered, his scent warm and snaking about the dorms
all around him. His nose twitched and his eyes shot up to the doorway as the
duo entered, chatting about some sort of video game. Ochako glanced their way
and then patted Izuku’s hand, standing and taking their dishes to the sink,
washing them as Izuku pouted in her direction.
To give him something to focus on, he raked a hand through his hair and then
twisted in his chair to face the beta girl. “Where’s Iida anyway?”
“I think he’s showering. He said he’d come to check on us afterward, but maybe
he fell asleep.” She blinked at him, looking a bit surprised at his question.
She tilted her head, hair falling against her cheek. “We can head up toward him
if you want.”
Izuku stifled a yawn and shrugged, looking noncommittal as she rested the
dishes in the dish drainer. Kaminari spoke up around a cookie, crumbs peppering
his lips. “I just saw him going into his room when we were coming down. He
should still be up.”
Izuku glanced over to see him leaning back against the counter, shoulder
rubbing with Kirishima’s as the alpha poured a glass of water. The redhead must
have felt his gaze, though, because he glanced over his shoulder at him, eying
him without saying anything. His hair was just barely damp, hanging down and
framing his face, his pajamas just a set of sleep pants and a shirt that looked
as though it had been softened by many cycles in a dryer.
Ochako’s hand flashed in front of his face, proffered for accompanying him back
upstairs and it yanked Izuku’s gaze away from the broadening shoulders of the
redheaded alpha. He blinked and took the extended hand, waving with a smile to
Kaminari. “Thanks, we’ll see if we can find him.”
As they exited the room Izuku heard Kaminari turn to Kirishima and say
something, most of the words being lost on him, “…let him…you could…”
The two wound their way up the staircase, bringing them up to Iida’s level. The
glasses wearing alpha was just leaving his room, apparently to find them, when
they reached the landing. “Iida, I made him eat dinner.”
Ochako sounded proud of herself and Izuku blushed slightly. Iida spun to face
them and adjusted his glasses, nodding once. “Good. Midoriya-kun, you should
set a reminder on your phone if you are likely to forget a meal.”
It reminded him of a stricter version of his mom: wanting him to eat three good
meals a day. He smiled fondly at the memory and nodded agreeably. Iida turned
back to his door as they approached and opened it, leaving it propped open with
a small box. It was the only way any of them could share a room together, was
to have the door open so they were visible the entire time. That being said,
cuddle piles were never frowned upon. It was for this reason that they
gathered, every other night if they could. Once their homework was finished and
their evening routines were out of the way, they shared an hour or so of
bonding time. It solidified their friendship, gave them the interaction they
needed, and put them at ease.
Ochako threw herself on Iida’s bed, instantly snagging one of the many glasses
on display and shoving them on her face, sticking her tongue out at them. Iida
gave a long-suffering sigh, but chose not to complain. Izuku thought this was
because this happened nearly every time they did this in Iida’s room. As he
climbed up on the bed, settling in while leaned against Ochako, he thought
about how he had done this with Kacchan years ago, when they were young. He
would roll around in the other boy’s bed, snuggling up against his skin and
rubbing his cheek against his wrists. The last time he remembered doing that
had been so long ago. Now, he would never consider doing such a thing. He
wasn’t sure how Kaminari and Sero could deal with it—maybe they didn’t need as
much as Izuku did from their alpha, though.
As Iida climbed up and allowed the two to arrange themselves so they were
pressed against him in some manner, Izuku shook himself from those thoughts and
nodded to what the beta was excitedly whispering to him about. He glanced to
the door as footsteps sounded and Kaminari glanced back, offering a little
smile as he crossed the doorway to his own room. Izuku gave a wavering smile in
return.
***** You're Not My Alpha *****
Chapter Summary
     Bakugou and Midoriya get into a fight in the locker room again.
     Midoriya is left rudderless in the fallout.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd.
Aizawa-Sensei was talking about field gear during class—what was practical to
take, what wasn’t. Izuku was doing his best to pay attention, as this was a
topic of importance, but it wasn’t really until the hot topic among the
students was brought up that he actually began listening.
“For those of you that need to take suppressants, having an extra dose or two,
depending upon circumstances, may be in your best interest.” This was supposed
to be a no-nonsense remark that was just accepted, but Kacchan got upset at the
idea and started spouting off insults in all directions until he was told to
quiet down and Aizawa-Sensei was allowed to continue on without further
interruptions.
That incident alone wasn’t worth note, but when they were donning their hero
costumes again and the pills came out, some being packed away and some being
consumed, Kacchan lost it all over again. This time Izuku didn’t even glance in
their direction as Kirishima, Iida, Shouji, and even Tokoyami dealt with it.
That was, until Kacchan stormed over as he was tucking an extra dose into one
of his belt pouches and yanked it out of his hands.
“It’s not like you’ll ever make it as a pro-hero anyway, loser Deku. You won’t
need these.” He sneered and Izuku reached for the doses anyway, hoping he could
snatch them back and it wouldn’t be a big deal. But he was too slow, Kacchan’s
other hand coming across and grabbing his wrist roughly, twisting it back and
over his head and he pushed him up against the lockers forcefully. It took a
moment for Izuku to realize the blond was growling words at him, but when he
did they were unmistakable. “Bare your throat, omega.”
Hot breaths puffed in the direction of his jawline, teeth bared and eyes
flashing. It was almost tempting, in that moment, to do exactly what he was
asking. Back when they were kids, Izuku might have, given that display. Now,
though? There was no way. He bared his teeth right back and snapped his jaws
shut a scant few centimeters from the explosive alpha’s face, asserting his own
dominance in a gutsy display. A growl bubbled up, but it was from neither of
the two locked in the challenge.
An armored shoulder barged in from the left side, slamming between the duo as
Iida tried to get some semblance of control over the situation. But Izuku
wasn’t quite finished, now that he’d decided to fight back. He lunged past,
barely skirting around an extending arm and landed with two feet solidly on the
blond’s chest, sending them both back into the center of the room with the
momentum behind him. It was such a surprise to everyone, including Kacchan,
that the normally ferocious combatant fell back over a bench and grabbed
others, taking them down with them. Izuku was prepared enough for this that he
managed to land somewhat ready to rain blows down on the alpha, knees framing
his chest and fists clenched. Just as he was drawing back a well-aimed blow, he
suddenly found himself up in the air.
His first thought had been Kacchan’s explosions, but the other boy just seemed
rattled. Then he thought it was Ochako’s quirk, but she wasn’t even in the
room. Iida was still over by the lockers, yelling to restore order, so it
couldn’t be him. Izuku glanced behind him to see a bored looking Tokoyami
leaning up against some lockers and Aizawa-Sensei opening the door to
investigate the noise. The one holding him up, with apparent ease and a vexed
look on his face, was Kirishima. Izuku flailed a bit in the hold, but one
exasperated sigh from Kirishima later and Izuku went slack in his grip, waiting
for the redheaded alpha to put him back down. Their sensei, meanwhile, was now
restricting Kacchan to keep the alpha from going completely berserk in Izuku’s
direction.
More yelling later and Kirishima put Izuku down next to Iida, giving him a look
that meant that he was to stay put. Iida was giving him the same look, so Izuku
just slumped back against the lockers and waited for judgment to be passed. It
didn’t take long for Aizawa to cast a glance in his direction, “Midoriya, I
expected you to know better.”
It took a moment for him to meet the sensei’s eyes, knowing full well that he
was about to get his punishment. “Go have a chat with All Might.”
Huh? What—that was? Izuku blinked before it dawned on him and he pushed off
from the lockers and trudged out of the room. He stopped right outside the
door, glancing back at it as a new eruption of yelling came from the other
side. Izuku started walking away from it, toward All Might’s office.
All Might was sipping some tea and appeared to be doing paperwork when he
pushed the door open. The man didn’t appear to be expecting him, but he looked
up with an excited expression (or as excited as he could get these days),
“Young Midoriya! What are you doing here?”
Izuku crossed to the pair of couches that framed a table and threw himself
down. “I got into a fight and Aizawa-sensei sent me here.”
“A fight?” All Might sounded like he was taken aback. As well he should be,
though Izuku figured he would guess the correct culprit of the altercation if
given even a single chance. He sighed and watched his mentor and predecessor
cross to the couch opposite him. The stick-skinny figure sunk down, tea in hand
as he settled himself. “Was it perhaps Young Bakugou who inspired such
rebellious behavior out of you?”
Izuku slumped further in his chair and glanced up at the man. “Who else would
it be?”
“You shouldn’t let him get to you so easily.” Then, after a long sip of tea,
“What was it this time?”
He took a deep breath, trying to think of where to start, and then just settled
for “He took my suppressants.”
A beat of silence, “HE DID WHAT?”
Even though he wasn’t able to hold his muscular form for very long, he popped
into it to yell, the tea cup crunched in his hand and the steaming liquid
running down and landing on his pant leg. Izuku, now used to his mentor’s
shenanigans, didn’t even flinch, he just shrugged a bit helplessly and stared
at the floor, arms crossed over his chest looking petulant. All Might popped
back into his emaciated form and mumbled about disrespectful alphas before
Izuku sat forward and shrugged.
“He was on the other alphas about it too, it’s not as though it was just me.”
“Still, there are proper ways to speak to peers about their suppressants and
ways to not talk about them. Taking them forcibly from anyone is a ridiculous
notion and should never be allowed.” He seemed adamant about this, and Izuku
didn’t particularly feel like discussing it further.
“You said Aizawa sent you to me?” All Might asked and he nodded, and then the
conversation turned to what the class would have been about. All in all, it was
going to be quirk stamina exercises: items already on Izuku’s list of things to
work on. All Might let him sit quietly and mull over his math problems while
the rest of the Hero’s Course went through their training exercise, and then
promised Izuku special training exercises that they would go over together at
the week’s end.
Izuku ended up changing and getting back to the dorms an hour before anyone
else, and managed to shower and finish his homework from their regular classes
within that time. He was munching on chips and watching some video game being
streamed on the large television in the common rooms when the doors opened and
his exhausted classmates poured in.
Jirou and Ashido immediately claimed the couch across from him, knowing that he
normally sat with Iida and Ochako. Tonight, however, that seemed far from the
case. Kacchan blew by with Sero and Kaminari in tow, heading for the showers
without stopping. Iida took one look at him and walked into the kitchen, and it
was Mineta and Todoroki who sat framing him, the former stealing chips without
so much as asking, and the other looking as though he wanted to meld into the
cushions and be left there. Izuku nudged the dual-toned haired teen and raised
an eyebrow.
“Aizawa-sensei was not very forgiving.” He grumbled, rolling one of his
shoulder joints and amiably leaning toward the one for all user. “He mostly
took it out on Bakugou, but he didn’t exactly take it easy on us either.”
Izuku nodded, but then Iida’s voice called from the base of the stairs, Ochako
standing nervously next to him. “Midoriya-kun, upstairs please.”
Just like that it hit him that he should be nervous about this—his de facto
alpha and packmate were not acting like themselves. As he extracted himself
from the couch and left the chip bag for Mineta to munch on, he took a closer
look and noticed that everyone was purposefully ignoring the trio. Hesitantly,
he crossed to join them as they started up the stairs.
Like always, they headed to Iida’s room, the left the door only halfway open
for some semblance of privacy. Oh, so this was a talk then. Izuku wracked his
brain and he could only think about the fact that maybe the two of them wanted
to make sure he was okay. As Iida turned to face him, his stern expression
exuded anything but that. Izuku deflated.
“I want to ask if you’re okay, but I’m also upset.” That was Iida for you,
“What you did was reckless, given the close quarters, and could have hurt
innocent bystanders.”
At least it wasn’t about him being an omega and challenging an alpha then—“Not
only that, but brazen disregard for proper conduct of social class.”—And there
it was.
Izuku tried not to roll his eyes, Ochako pulled on Iida’s sleeve. “Aren’t you
being a little too…?”
Ochako trailed off as Iida swiveled to level a look at her. She fell quiet and
cast her eyes down. Izuku met Iida’s gaze steadily, knowing he deserved this
reprimand partially, but having hoped that the other alpha would have backed
him up. “Putting all of that aside, what hurt me the most was your ignorance of
my command to stop.”
Oh. Had he…? He had. Shit. That was twice now that he’d blatantly disobeyed his
alpha. Iida continued. “I think it best to dissolve this relationship before it
goes any further.”
After a quiet intake of breath from the beta in the room, Izuku cleared his
throat, ignoring the tears welling up in his eyes, and raised his chin. “If
that’s what you believe is best, alpha.”
Iida didn’t move to take it back, but he did take a step back, giving the omega
a clear route to the door. As Izuku passed by, he clasped his hand on his
shoulder, speaking just above a whisper, “If you have need of me, I am still
your friend, Midoriya-kun. I just can’t offer you anything as an alpha.”
***** Surprise!Conversations *****
Chapter Summary
     The fallout of Iida's breaking off with Izuku. Other packs reach out
     to him in sympathy.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. As promised, I have put together some info on the kind of
     Omegaverse I'm running. Below is some of the details!
     Alphas: All Might, Midnight, Jirou, Shouji, Tokoyami, Todoroki,
     Bakugou.
     Betas: Kaminari, Mineta, Ochako, Tsuyu, Sero, Ashido, Hagakure,
     Aoyama, Kouda, Satou, Ojiro, Aizawa, Present Mic.
     Omegas: Momo, Izuku.
     Packs are not a hard line—they are fluid and can change dynamic
     easily. While people never change their position (alpha, beta,
     omega), there are different ways these positions can interact.
     An “old” school of thought is to think that omegas are the mate to
     the alpha and that due to their unique position as secondary leaders
     of the pack, they can question and challenge the alpha without
     reprimand. This is unusual in this day and age, and certainly
     discouraged by media and overall culture.
     The “new” way of thinking is that omegas fall below everyone else in
     class. They are discouraged from being a pro-hero, they are seen in
     media as the ‘damsel in distress’ in most movies/books. Because of
     this, you will more often see betas and alphas in relationships, and
     if omegas are in a more than platonic relationship with their alpha,
     they are never to question their authority.
     However, children at all levels will often seek out an alpha.
     Normally this is a parent, or one that they have grown up with
     around. They have a platonic, mentor/mentee relationship. As children
     grow older, they branch out, looking more often to their peers for
     guidance. This is when relationships may change within the pack, and
     more than platonic bonds begin to form.
     When one wishes to claim a “mate,” there is no formal courting
     process. However, dating and engagement are seen as normal events in
     many people’s lives. A bond bite is a bite mark, usually on a wrist
     or neck for visibility’s sake, and seen as a “wedding ring,” but some
     still wear wedding rings.
Izuku curled into a ball on his bed. He had nothing left to do but sit there
and try to make himself feel better. Hugging his knees to his chest didn’t
really seem like the best option, but he was willing to try. He sat there and
he thought—thought about how he might win Iida back over, thought about how
angry he was with the alpha for thinking that he shouldn’t challenge Kacchan
when he did stuff like that. Perhaps if the speedster had heard what the blond-
haired male was demanding of him. But no, even that wouldn’t change the deeply
ingrained idea that omegas were somehow not supposed to challenge alphas.
His Mum had always taught him that as an omega he was in the unique position to
do exactly that: to challenge, to discuss, to question. He was to push his
alpha to be the best he or she could be. If Iida couldn’t accept his help, his
actions against a threat (real or perceived), then perhaps the boy was correct.
They weren’t a good match. Then again, Izuku had always known that he would
never stay with Iida. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, he did. It just didn’t
ever seem like a permanent fixture. Maybe it was that Izuku had never felt
settled, as it were.
Now that he was without it, even if it had only been a half an hour at this
point, Izuku felt lost. He would deal with it, just as he had when he’d stopped
following Kacchan around and hadn’t met All Might yet. Though, perhaps having
his mentor around would help balance him out. Even if he couldn’t go to him for
these sorts of personal things—teacher/student involved packs were always out
of the question—he might be able to make Izuku feel a bit better. The more
Izuku thought about it, the more he didn’t want to put that burden on the
greatest hero.
The night passed slowly with Izuku lost in his own head, little rest coming to
him. When his alarm sounded and he got up, popping his pills with a sip of
water, he rubbed his eyes and felt like he’d been crushed under a stone all
night long. His stomach was still unsettled, so he settled for some old
saltines he had stashed away in his room in lieu of a real breakfast. He
changed into his school uniform and packed his bag slowly, shoving his books
and papers in a bit haphazardly as he stepped into his shoes.
Classes didn’t hold his attention much in the morning, and no one tried talking
to him. At lunch he sidled up to Todoroki and ate half of his meal in
companionable silence beside him. The half and half alpha didn’t seem bothered
by his presence, but did seem uncertain as to why he was there with him when
Iida and Ochako were across the cafeteria. Classes in the afternoon seemed a
little livelier and he attributed that to having actually eaten. Hero Class
took a lot out of him—yoga and rock climbing—and then they were released for
the day. Izuku withdrew into his room, keeping the door shut for the evening.
Ochako came, knocking on his door, wondering about dinner. He didn’t answer.
Once it was clear that most his classmates were in bed, he ventured downstairs
toward the kitchen and saw Mineta grabbing a midnight snack, meanwhile Kaminari
was charging Sero’s phone on the couches while the television had a muted
reality show on in the background. He was making one of Tokoyami’s favored
instant noodle cups when Momo came into the kitchen, leaning against the
counter next to him.
“Hey, how you doing?” They didn’t not talk, but it wasn’t exactly every day
that she held a conversation with him either. He tipped his head to glance at
her as the microwave spun his cup around inside of it, whirring.
“I’m okay.” He wasn’t trying to be tough, he also wasn’t wanting to show just
how much Iida’s lack of protection hurt him. The other omega didn’t appear to
believe him anyway.
“Well, if you need anything, Jirou and I are always willing to help out.” She
reached over and patted his hand, offering a kind smile before she turned away.
Mineta stared, open-mouthed after her.
“DUDE,” The petite teenager exclaimed, excitement dancing in his eyes as he
bounced toward Izuku. “You have to. For science.”
Izuku’s eyebrows drew together and then the microwave went off, saving him from
having to respond to that. He carefully picked up the cup and stirred it while
Mineta kept talking about what a great privilege it was for him to be invited
into such a pack of beautiful women. Izuku let the beta’s chatter wash over him
as he munched on the noodles.
The first week passed with Izuku just trying to get through it, but when they
were to choose their own teams and Iida purposefully did not pick Izuku
everyone found out about the falling out among them. Ochako, bless her, still
tried to reach out to him, but Izuku didn’t feel right accepting anything from
her at this point. He wound up on Jirou and Momo’s team, mostly because they
asked him to join.
Later, after everyone had returned to the dorms, Jirou’s hand snatched up the
material of the collar of his uniform and dragged him off toward Momo’s room,
much to everyone’s surprise. Overall the experience of cuddling with the duo
was not bad, per se, it was weird to watch the two exchange lazy kisses over
top of him. Jirou appeared to know that he was not a pack member, but that he
was invited to join their bonding sessions was a nice gesture all the same. She
kissed him on the cheek as he left for his own room, Momo giving a warm smile
to him from the safety of her bed.
All Might gave him extra training on the weekend, meaning that he was stuck at
school rather than being able to go to either his internship with Nighteye or
see his mother. By the end of it, he was exhausted and slept better than he had
all week. The next morning dawned early, but instead of feeling better, as he
had over the weekend, he just felt even more alone. He sat alone at lunch, did
his best not to interact with anyone in classes, and he retreated to his room
without talking to anyone.
In the later part of the evening, a lonely sounding knock disrupted his
loneliness, a voice accompanying it that he wouldn’t have expected. “Let me in,
fuckface.”
Izuku’s eyes slid to the door and stared at it with trepidation, unsure if he
even wanted to reply. Knowing Kacchan, though, he would likely blow the door
down in an explosion if he didn’t answer. Izuku didn’t want to not have a door,
so he slid to his feet and trudged over, opening the door without looking at
the alpha as he entered. The door was barely open a crack, like Kacchan had
almost forgotten that they weren’t supposed to have the door shut. He huffed as
he watched Izuku sink back onto his bed, drawing his knees to his chest.
“Idiot, you’re stinking up the whole dorm with your goddamn hurt feelings.”
Izuku watched him with an assessing look. The blond fidgeted and shoved his
hand in his pocket, drawing something out and setting it on the desk in the
room. The two distinctive plinks were all he needed to hear to know what they
were. His suppressants. He’d had them the whole time? “Take your shitty supps
back and fucking cuddle that four-eyed loser.”
The last comment felt like a lance piercing his heart. A sharp intake of breath
was his only reaction, and that alone made the other boy hesitate in his
motions to leave the room. He turned to fully face Izuku again and narrowed his
eyes. “He fucked up, didn’t he?”
“C-can’t you just l-leave me alone?” Izuku was clenching his eyes shut, knowing
the worst of this interaction was to come. What he didn’t expect was the blond
alpha to cross to stand in front of him and give him a rather neutral
expression.
“Did he fuck up like I did?”
Izuku’s eyes popped open, focusing on the explosive teen in front of him. Wh--
? Izuku wasn’t certain how to answer that. Slowly, Kacchan’s hand reached out
and landed on his shoulder in a gentle grasp. “Don’t you dare give him a second
chance then, Deku.”
With that, the blond turned on his heel and left an astounded Izuku alone,
curled up on his bed. He at least had the courtesy to shut the door behind him
as he left. Izuku finally allowed himself to cry that night.
***** I Am Loving You More *****
Chapter Summary
     Trying to join Bakugou's pack after their positive interaction the
     day before may have been the best idea yet. Or the worst.
     In other news, Kirishima's scent is still just as delectable as it
     always was.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd; the rating has gone up because I oopsied and wrote a sex
     scene that I didn't plan to. It will be next chapter, so you have
     some time to decide if that's something you want to read or not.
     In addition, a pairing came to light (and was added to the roster)
     that I had no idea was going to be a thing. It's a background couple
     (sort of), so we'll see.
The next day Izuku chanced a seat next to Kacchan at lunch, being as quiet and
unobtrusive as he could be. This sat him at the same table as Sero, Kaminari
(who eyed him for sitting so close to his alpha), and Kirishima. It wasn’t
until he awkwardly leaned onto the explosive alpha’s arm without a single
reaction that anybody made a sound; they hadn’t even been chatting. Oddly
enough, it was Kirishima who made an awful coughing sound and had to take a
huge gulp of water before he excused himself and didn’t return for the rest of
lunch. Kaminari’s red face and refusal to look Izuku in the eye told him that
he’d gone too far somehow.
It was when the beta pulled him aside as they walked back to the dorms from
class that he found out why. “Hey, Midoriya-kun, you know I like you and
everything, right?”
Izuku’s stomach felt strange, like it was twisting inside of him. He grimaced
more than smiled. “Uhhh, yeah, sure. I mean—I like you too, Denki-kun.”
The electricity wielding boy raised an eyebrow and then cleared his throat
before he continued. “I have no problem with you following Katsuki, I know you
two have history and all that…”
Oh. Ohhhhhh. Izuku’s face went red and he shook his head, putting his hands
between them as he tried to dispel what he was sure the boy was thinking. “Oh
no, I don’t—we’re not like that.”
Kaminari seemed to deflate, running a hand through his hair. “Okay good,
because that would have been awkward.”
Then the boy grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together just as Ochako had
done to him just a couple of weeks prior. It hurt his heart a little bit,
especially when he caught her looking in their direction. Whether it was
fortunate or not, Kacchan was closed off that night, telling them to go next
door without even opening his own. Kaminari didn’t seem bothered by this, and
just tugged an uncertain Izuku down one doorway and raised his hand to knock.
Kirishima pulled the door open just before the blond made contact with the wood
and raised a single eyebrow at the duo.
“Bakubro kick you out for the night?” His gaze settled on Kaminari as opposed
to questioning Izuku’s presence. The smaller boy figured that by now everyone
had to know he was a little lost. The fact that he was jumping around to
different alphas was to be expected. Sero was already in Kirishima’s room, hair
damp as he played some videogame or another on a new-looking console. He
glanced up and then tossed a second controller to Kaminari as he pushed past
the redhead into the room.
Izuku could feel the alpha’s eyes on him as the electric blond tugged him in
right behind him and then dropped his hand in favor of the controller.
Kirishima’s hands dipped into the back pockets of his shorts, watching to see
what the green haired omega would do now. Awkwardly, he glanced at the
arrangement in the room and perched on the edge of the alpha’s bed, glancing to
him to see if this was alright.
Kirishima’s apparent interest in the game the two betas were playing had taken
over and he just scooted past Izuku and Kaminari, tossing himself on the bed
near to Izuku without much preamble. “If you two can get past the sewer level
tonight, I’ll be surprised.”
His ankle propped up on Izuku’s thigh and the omega blinked once, then looked
back to the game, trying to understand what was the objective. He must have
said something about it, because Sero glanced over and grinned, “It’s Mario,
man, you’ve gotta rescue the princess!”
Kaminari got hit by a strange looking enemy and grumbled about Goombas. It took
about fifteen minutes of staring hard at the screen for Izuku to begin to feel
his eyelids droop. He fought hard to stay awake, but he ended up succumbing to
the call in his bones, unaware of his slumping over onto the bed. When he
awoke, the whole dorm was silent except for the glow from the screen where it
flashed ‘game over’ repeatedly. Kaminari was asleep with his head tipped back,
resting against the bed, his mouth open and drool at the corner of it; Sero was
apparently back in his own room since he wasn’t here any longer; and Kirishima
was propped up against the wall on the other end of the bed, awake and flipping
through his phone.
He glanced over as Izuku shifted, trying to pull himself upright and wipe away
the drool collected in the corner of his mouth. He must have really needed the
sleep—he never drooled. Kirishima’s face was neutral in the glow from both his
phone and the television playing muffled theme music. His voice was low and
Izuku almost missed it when he spoke, “Go back to sleep, it’s fine.”
Iida never let Ochako and himself stay past ten, saying that they needed
restful sleep to perform well in school. It made him uncomfortable to have even
fallen asleep in the boy’s room to begin with. It must have shown on his face
because Kirishima sighed and clicked his phone off, setting it on a shelf by
the head of his bed as he rearranged himself, crawling under the covers on his
bed and leaving one side of it open, gesturing to it. “Come on, Midoriya, you
need the sleep.”
Izuku glanced toward the door, at Kaminari’s still sleeping form, and then back
at the redheaded alpha. He could go back to his dorm, he could go back to being
miserable and lonely. Kirishima’s eyebrows raised as he waited for the One for
All user to make his choice. The omega crawled on hands and knees up toward the
alpha, flopping down as gently as possible in the gap left for him. He would
sleep better this way and they both knew it.
It took him quite a few more minutes of fidgeting and trying to get comfortable
before he could fall back to sleep, but when he did he was out like a light.
An alarm blared in his ear and the bed shifted beneath him. Izuku growled
lightly and buried his face in his pillow more deeply. He grappled blindly for
the phone, but it shut off by itself before he found it. His bed groaned, then
yawned and stretched. It seemed reasonable at the time. He would do that too if
he were a bed. A hand ruffled his hair and a frown pulled on his lips as he
tried to figure out how he’d done that without moving either of his arms from
where they were hugging his pillow.
“Dek—we gotta get up.” The rumble of the speech through his pillow made the
omega huff, blinking awake slowly. He raised his head, watching red hair come
into focus along with a sharp set of teeth. His eyes widened as the creaks and
sounds of the dorm in the morning started filtering in to him. Kaminari was
still snoring in that awkward position he’d been in the last time Izuku had
seen him, and Kirishima was pliant beneath him, warm and smelling just as
delicious as he always did. “We have an hour and a half before classes start.”
At least the alpha got up at a decent time. He still had time for breakfast and
stretching before he got ready for the day. He sunk back down onto the alpha’s
chest, pressing his cheek against his shirt, knowing full well that this was
unlikely to be allowed again until Kacchan closed them out again. A small puff
of breath from the alpha and Izuku frowned up at him as he lifted his head
enough to press his chin into his sternum. “Can’t we relax a bit?”
A soft smile from Kirishima was all the response he got, because there was a
knock on the door and Kacchan barged into the room, already dressed. “Where the
fuck is my--?”
He stopped as he took in the sight: Kaminari jerking awake and scrambling to
his feet, and Izuku cuddled up to Kirishima. The redhead seemed unperturbed,
glancing at Kaminari as the blond turned to also look at what Kacchan was
looking at. Kacchan broke the spell first, crossing the floor to grab at the
back of Izuku’s shirt, but was stopped short by a rumble from the redhead’s
chest. Red eyes flashed from the blond and the rumble stopped, cut off.
Kirishima looked away as Kacchan yanked Izuku out of the bed unceremoniously.
It wasn’t until Kacchan, Kaminari, and himself were out in the hallway that
Kacchan said something.
“If you’re coming back to me, Deku, then you don’t get to be so damn familiar
with another alpha.” With that he shoved both him and the electric blond into
his own room, leaving Izuku hanging with that statement as he seemed to feast
on Kaminari. It was almost weird how gentle his was with the other blond,
pushing his hands into his hair, pressing his body back against the wall with
his own and rubbing their cheeks together. Izuku remembered being on the
receiving end of that, only it was usually much more forceful. He blinked and
slumped his shoulders, waiting as the alpha rubbed his scent on the beta male
he’d pushed away just the night before onto another alpha.
Perhaps it said something about the trust he and Kirishima shared, since the
redhead took care of Kacchan’s pack without a second thought. Sero pushed the
door open further beside Izuku, glanced from him to the duo against the wall
who were now much beyond just scenting and were locked in a rather intense
kiss, and cleared his throat. “Hey guys, ready for breakfast?”
Kacchan broke the kiss and reached back behind himself toward the two standing
by the door. Sero moved first, letting the blond yank him into a crushing hug,
and then Kacchan got to Izuku, where he paused before he crowded him against
the wall by the door. He was growling softly as he crushed their faces
together, his teeth seemingly everywhere as he nibbled on various parts of
Izuku’s jaw, fingers more like claws as he raked them up Izuku’s sides.
His eyes were glazed over, he knew that much, as alpha pheromones clouded his
senses. It was different than Kirishima’s warm scent, it felt like it was
crushing him back against the wall just as much as the boy was. One of the
blond’s hands raised and pushed Izuku’s head to the side, trying to force a
submission. It took him by surprise, so Izuku’s head ended up connecting with
the wall harshly, eyes landing on a surprised looking Kirishima in the doorway.
A whine tore itself from his throat, his teeth baring as he fought against the
hand pinning his head to the side. His eyes left the redheaded alpha to look
back at Kacchan as best he could. The blond was poised as though he’d been
about to bite Izuku’s neck, but looked almost bored as he backed off, clearing
his throat and pulling at his uniform’s sleeves.
Izuku glanced at Sero and Kaminari, one of whom looked downright uncomfortable
and the other who couldn’t even look in their direction, hands balled into
fists and anger reddening his cheeks. Izuku stumbled a bit and then took off,
pushing Kirishima aside as he fled from that disaster of a first try. Why would
Kacchan—? Was he off his supps? Did he not care about Kaminari at all? There
was a flurry of activity behind him, raised voices, a slammed door and then
Izuku was tossing himself down the flights of stairs toward his own room. He
slammed the door shut behind him, shaking as he crossed to his bed, throwing
himself down on it. Tears leaked from his eyes and he was so lost in his own
head that he almost missed the door opening until the bed sunk down next to
him. Thinking it was Kacchan, he yanked his legs up toward his torso, scurrying
as far away as he could before his eyes connected with Kirishima’s red ones.
The alpha was trying to make placating hand gestures, “Hey, hey it’s me. It’s
okay.”
His soothing tones continued as Izuku hugged his pillow hard to his chest,
still breathing hard. “—did he hurt you? I need to see. Please, Deku, please.
Just let me see your neck.”
Shakily, Izuku answered, “He didn’t. He didn’t bite.”
Kirishima’s shoulders relaxed a bit and he pressed his palms onto Izuku’s
blanket between them. “That goddamn bastard needs to go back on the supps. This
has gone too far.”
Izuku’s eyes popped wide and the tears stopped flowing. “He’s—he’s off them?”
Kirishima shook his head, more at his own thoughts than as an answer to Izuku,
and he reached out to the omega with a gentle hand. “Please don’t stay with
him. As an omega he won’t be able to resist your pheromones, whether you’re on
suppressants or not. He’s not exactly in control right now.”
“B-but why isn’t he—?” Izuku stuttered, still not understanding how this could
be true.
Kirishima’s hand had landed on one of Izuku’s, his thumb rubbing circles on the
back of his knuckles. “He doesn’t believe they do anything. I think after this,
though, he might have figured out that they do.”
Still holding his pillow to his chest, it took Izuku a while to calm down, and
with Kirishima’s steady hand he was able to get to class on time, still
jittering out of his skin from his morning’s experience, and to see that
Kacchan was not present.
***** In the Heat of the Moment *****
Chapter Summary
     Kirishima attempts to comfort Izuku after the events of the morning.
     This evolves into something... else.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. Chapter title taken from Asia's song by the same name.
     This is the chapter with a rather long sex scene. If you'd rather
     skip it, you've been warned!
By the end of the second class it was clear that Kacchan was not going to be in
attendance, and everyone could see that Izuku was damn near vibrating out of
his chair. He waited, as any good student would, until the end of class before
he shoved his notebook into his bag, full of nonsensical notes from the day,
and swung the pack over his shoulder. He booked it, returning to his dorm room
and trying to calm down and hide out at the same time. He made it that far
without incident, but within five minutes of his curling up onto his bed, he
could hear the front door to the house open and close.
Presuming the worst, he just curled up even tighter, not wanting Kacchan to
come anywhere near him. Even if he took his suppressants immediately after the
incident, it could take up to a week for full effectiveness. Until then he
shouldn’t be anywhere near any omega, and possibly even the betas. How long had
he been off—? His thoughts scattered as a low voice and warm scent emanated
from the other side of his door. He didn’t answer.
Breaths of time passed before the doorknob slowly started to turn, the door
falling open inward to reveal Kirishima in the doorframe, leaned to one side
with his hands shoved halfway into his front pockets of his uniform pants. “You
smell horrible.”
Izuku made no move to reply, just glowering at the alpha. Kirishima paused for
a beat before he straightened up and started walking into the room. “Come on,
talk to me, Midoriya-kun.”
“Shhhhh,” He chided the alpha, trying (in vain, he knew) to annoy the boy
enough that he would leave, “can’t you just let me be miserable in peace?”
The redhead snorted and pulled his hands from his pockets, sitting on the edge
of the bed, as he had early this morning. He turned toward the green haired
omega and opened his arms, inviting a hug. Izuku shook his head. Kirishima gave
a stern look to him and motioned him forward with his hands. “You need a hug.
Come here.”
“Is he here?” Izuku’s question seemed to come out of the blue, but Kirishima
merely tipped his head, as if he was listening closely to something. He
probably was, alphas tended to have the strongest senses out of the three
classes.
“No one but us.” His tone was firm enough that Izuku was sure he was sure that
Kacchan wasn’t around. Kirishima’s arms began to drop, but before they could
hit the bedspread, Izuku darted forward, all but throwing himself at the
redhead. A soft half-laugh in his ear and a puff of warm air by his temple was
all Izuku needed to feel safe. The embrace was longer than necessary, but once
Izuku got a nose full of Kirishima’s scent, he couldn’t help but follow it to
its source, his nose and mouth pressing against the boy’s neck, feeling a
shiver go through the redhead.
There was a huffed laugh, almost a chuckle as the alpha weakly tried to push
him back. “That tickles, dude.”
Izuku stayed right there, though, breathing in and out, an unidentified feeling
making his insides squirm. After a moment, he finally opened his eyes (when had
he closed them?) and pulled back from the embrace enough to see Kirishima’s
face. The redhead’s jaw was tense, the muscle chording at the back, where it
hinged, and his eyes were closed. Slowly, he blinked them open, his jaw
slackening as his eyes became round and wide.
“M-mid—” Was all Kirishima could get out before Izuku pounced on him, feeling
almost as though he was watching a movie rather than participating in what was
happening. It almost felt like that time during the tournament when Shinsou had
brainwashed him. His mouth moved over the other boys’ closed lips, tongue
swiping at the seam in hopes that they would part. He felt fingertips digging
into his sides, trying to pull him closer than he already was, laying overtop
of the redheaded alpha, albeit awkwardly. His own hands had a mind of their
own, pushing the alpha’s uniform jacket and shirt out of the way as Kirishima
finally deepened the kiss, being as gentle as possible with his sharp teeth.
As their tongues tangled and Izuku’s mind was lost a bit further, he felt a
whimper tear itself from his throat—and that seemed to alert the alpha beneath
him that something not quite usual was happening. It seemed to take all his
strength, but Kirishima pushed Izuku back to arm’s length, his hair disheveled
and uniform rumpled. His pupils were blown, as Izuku was sure his own were, and
he was gasping for breath.
“A-are you…?” Then Kirishima paused, eyes returning to a more normalized state
and leaning forward slightly to cautiously sniff at Izuku. Izuku, meanwhile,
felt like he was on fire and needed some more of what they had been doing to
put it out. Kirishima’s eyes widened again and he practically tossed Izuku
away, scurrying back until his back hit the footboard of Izuku’s bed. “Y-you’re
in fucking heat?”
Oh. That made sense. Except—Izuku’s head cocked to the side and he frowned,
licking his lips. “I take my supps.”
Wait. Except this morning, when he should have taken another dose. But because
of the incident with Kacchan nearly biting him—oh, now that did sound good, but
maybe better if it was—he shook his head, trying to clear it. He felt clouded
over, foggy.
Kirishima seemed a bit taken aback, shaken even. He stared at Izuku and a small
whine came from his own throat, ending in a “….ffuuuuuuuccccckkk.”
He licked his own lips, looking every bit like Izuku wanted him. So instead of
pursuing some sort of logical clearness, Izuku crawled down the bed toward the
redhead, between his legs and against his chest, sealing their mouths together
again. It took a moment, a purely heavenly moment, before the alpha pushed him
back enough that he could talk. Well, more like mumble, “We can’t do this,
Midoriya, we can’t. You need to sweat this out or something. I—eurgh.”
Kirishima yanked him in toward him to kiss him, sweeping his tongue around his
mouth once as one of his hands worked at Izuku’s belt buckle. He then pulled
back slightly, his voice a groan as he spoke, “I can’t, we can’t. Gods you
smell amazing, I’ve gotta—”
Izuku’s hands, meanwhile were just as busy, pulling at the tie, unbuttoning and
pushing Kirishima’s jacket away. His fingers kept slipping over the buttons of
the dress shirt, but he eventually got the majority of them, Kirishima’s quest
to get his pants off pausing for a moment for the redhead to sweep his clothing
up and over his head and onto the floor. Izuku wasn’t about to stop following
that delicious scent, chasing it around the alpha’s body. Pressing open mouthed
kisses down the column of his neck, he made his way to the boy’s chest, nipping
and sucking wherever he could, wandering aimlessly until he encountered the
fuzz of his treasure trail—a scant few hairs, really, and all blond—and then he
was lapping at Kirishima’s stomach, working his way down toward the clasp of
his belt.
The redhead’s hands threaded through his hair, head tossed back as he panted
and writhed under Izuku. Even with his uniform still on, Izuku could feel a
tent rub across his chest, only serving to make the omega want the alpha even
more. Izuku’s hands went to work, undoing the belt, button, and zip quickly,
fingers snagging the belt loops and yanking the pants down around Kirishima’s
thighs. Izuku pressed his mouth against the fabric of the alpha’s underwear,
soaking it with his spit. He mouthed at his cock for a moment, green eyes
peering up toward Kirishima, who had tilted his head to meet his gaze, panting
and whimpering, a shiver running through his body as he began talking.
If Izuku couldn’t smell how much the other boy wanted this, he’d have thought
he was nervous with the rate the words were spilling from him, fingers rubbing
soothing circles in his hair. “—wanted this so long, you smell amazing 'zuku,
fuck I wanna be in you—”
The endless stream, now that it had started, made Izuku wonder about a few
things, but he wasn’t nearly cognizant enough to properly consider them. His
hands raked down Kirishima’s sides, hooking his underwear and pulling it down,
watching the fabric catch on his erection before rolling down and freeing the
object Izuku was after. He licked his lips and then latched on, head turned as
his lips wrapped around the side, tongue meeting the salty, velvety flesh and
lapping against the underside. Kirishima hissed, interrupting his string of
ongoing words, alternating between pleas and declarations of sorts.
Izuku’s mouth ran up and down that side of his cock before switching to the
other side, stopping just short of the head with each pass. Finally, he licked
a stripe up the veiny underside, wrapping his mouth around the head and sucking
hard. Kirishima cursed, hips jerking slightly in response. Izuku swirled his
tongue and then glanced up at the alpha’s face, seeing an almost reverent look
there. He felt a smile settle on his lips before he sunk back down, sucking
down half of the alpha’s dick in the first try, moaning around it as he allowed
one of his own hands to travel south, finishing the job his alpha had started,
by undoing his pants and pushing them down, one hand encircling his own cock.
His groaning only grew and he bobbed his head, swirling his tongue and pressing
it firmly wherever he could. Kirishima was gasping, one hand on his shoulder
now as he pushed the omega back. Licking his lips, Izuku let him do so, his
eyes raising to his. Kirishima whimpered and licked his own lips.
“I need to be in you.” The words were clear enough that Izuku didn’t need to
ask any questions. In a haze, he started shedding his own clothes, watching as
the boy kicked off the remainder of his own, pulling a packet out of a folded
piece of leather that Izuku belatedly realized must be his wallet. It was
tossed over the edge of the bed, into the heap of belongings, along with
everything else and the foil was quickly ripped between sharp teeth, and the
condom was made quick work of—rolling it on without a second thought. Good
thing it was Kirishima here, he was coherent enough to at least be safe.
The omega’s hands had been busy in the meantime, as if he just instinctively
knew how to proceed even though he lacked any practical experience. Or
theoretical, really, since he’d never been especially interested in anything
other than becoming a hero. One hand was pumping his cock rhythmically, the
other was behind him, finding that natural slick that health and physiology
teachers always informed them of when they went over heat cycles of omegas. He
followed that slick to the source, fingers slipping into his hole, whimpers and
moans his only form of communication now.
Kirishima slid his legs between Izuku’s, nudging his knees apart gently as he
arranged them on the bed, one hand dancing over Izuku’s chest before wrapping
possessively over his hip, the alpha licking his lips as he watched him prepare
himself. “—Gods you’re so hot, wanted nothing more than this, you don’t even
know what you do to me—”
He was pretty sure that last sentiment was mutual, and with a small chuff,
Izuku slipped his hand from himself and leaned forward to stop the stream of
words with his own mouth. As he pulled away to mumble against Kirishima’s lips,
his hand reached down to grasp the base of his alpha’s dick, lowering his hips
as he positioned the tip at his entrance. A shiver ran through him. “I need you
to fuck me now.”
He sounded so calm—so in control—and so not how he felt right now. Kirishima’s
eyes clouded over with lust and his hands gripped Izuku’s hips hard, guiding
him down as the tip breached him. It was a slow slide, smoothed by the slick,
fortunately, so there was no burn but the stretch made Izuku feel more full
than he’d ever been. He moaned, long and drawn out, as the redhead whimpered
and whined, panting and reaching up to tangle his hand in Izuku’s green hair,
yanking him forward to crash their mouths together.
When Kirishima was fully sheathed, Izuku rocked his hips, a keening whine
making it past his lips. After that it was a flurry of movement, Izuku’s thighs
lifting and sinking him back down as he rode Kirishima’s cock, chasing the
pleasure with every movement. He fucked himself on the alpha, gasping and
grinding his hips, stuttering and clawing at his chest, leaving red welt marks
as he rose up and sunk down on his dick. Kirishima couldn’t keep even a string
of words together anymore, just panting and open-mouth kissing every inch of
Izuku he could get to. His teeth scraped a few places, the jolt from their
contact only adding to the experience.
Izuku could feel the buildup of pooling heat in his abdomen, his pace only
becoming faster and harder, as it grew. Kirishima’s hands were back to gripping
his hips, forcing him down and grinding his hips in amazing feeling circles.
The omega could feel the alpha’s knot growing, stretching his hole even more,
almost to the point of pain. Izuku only whimpered more, grinding further down,
feeling the knot pop all the way inside of him as he looped his arms around a
now sitting up Kirishima, their tongues tangling as their mouths met once more.
His toes curled, feeling a hot, spreading feeling as Kirishima’s cock twitched
inside of him, cum trapped in the condom that the alpha was wearing. Izuku
keened again as his own orgasm hit, waves of the best, most satisfying feeling
washing over him. They didn’t stop making out for the entire half an hour it
took for his knot to go down, and even then, Izuku didn’t want to stop.
It was Kirishima who pulled back enough to pant against the omega’s cheek,
“I’ve never done that before.”
The admission shook Izuku from his heat-stupor slightly and his cheeks pinked
up, eyes casting down. “Me neither.”
Kirishima dragged a hand through his hair and glanced at the two of them, then
the room around them, his nose twitching. “Fuck.”
Izuku’s eyes widened, thinking he was already regretting what had just
transpired, but the redhead turned back to him with a strange smile on his
lips. “We’re in so much trouble.”
It was that statement that made Izuku realize what exactly had just happened:
he’d had his first heat since going on suppressants, and he’d had sex with a
classmate who hadn’t even agreed to this in the first place. His stomach
dropped, his blood feeling like frozen sludge in his veins. He hugged himself
as he still sat astride one of the hottest alphas in the class. Kirishima
noticed something was amiss and reached up, rubbing a hand down his arm.
“Hey now, what’s with that look?” The redhead glanced around the room, “The
worst part of your heat should be over now, and you’re not forced to be with me
ever again if you don’t want to—”
Izuku barged into that sentence with a frantic reply, “—But I want to!”
Immediately his whole face was red, he could feel it. Kirishima blinked and
then gave a sigh of relief. “Well that’s good, because I’m pretty sure I’m
never going to let you go now.”
He wrapped his arms around Izuku, pulling him off balance and pulling him to
lean down, chest to chest with him. He spoke in a low tone as he continued,
“But we still have to clean up and de-scent everything. We probably don’t want
to advertise that we just had heat sex in the dorms when we’re not even allowed
to have normal sex.”
He pressed a kiss to Izuku’s temple, not minding the sweat making the hair
stick to his skin there. Slowly, the drive to fuck the living daylights out of
Kirishima was ebbing to a more tolerable, everyday sort of level. Izuku huffed
and relaxed against his alpha’s chest. “Everyone’s bound to be worried anyway.
How the hell do we convince them everything’s fine?”
A growl rumbled out of Kirishima’s chest before he could stop it, and he
playfully rolled with Izuku on the bed so he was on top, his now soft dick
slipping from the omega in the process. “We’ll have to take showers,” he said
thoughtfully, “and wash our uniforms, burn some candles or incense, and cover
all the marks we left on one another. For starters.”
A streak of panic hit Izuku at the list and he whimpered as the alpha looked
down at him, a predatory gleam in his eye. Before he could completely freak
out, Kirishima shrugged and dived back down to kiss him deeply, making him
focus on something other than the thoughts swirling in his head. When they
pulled away, Izuku huffed, “I’m so screwed.”
Kirishima cackled, throwing his head back as he thoroughly enjoyed the
unintentional joke.
***** The Fallout *****
Chapter Summary
     Convincing your classmates that everything's normal: a how to by
     Midoriya Izuku and Kirishima Eijirou.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd.
After showering (and getting thoroughly distracted by each other’s skin all
over again), Kirishima took charge of de-scenting the dorms while he sent Izuku
to wash the uniforms with a powerful soap. Izuku rejoined the redhead in his
dorm room after, his head now on somewhat straight. Kirishima held out his
hand, closed around something, and waited for Izuku’s open palm to drop the two
pills into them.
“You need to take these. I’m sure the incident from this morning set off your
heat, but we don’t need you and Bakugou wandering around off suppressants.” The
alpha’s serious expression caused Izuku to pause.
“I only missed this morning’s dose.” His voice was quiet as he looked at the
two little pills in his cupped palm. He tossed them into his mouth and dry
swallowed them without hesitation, glancing up at his alpha, “Do you really
think that missing one dose caused all of this?”
Kirishima frowned, “I mean, you were almost bond bitten by an alpha not on
suppressants this morning, and then not taking your own dose… I think it’s
possible that even without his involvement you might have had this mini-heat if
you missed a dose. Depending on how long you’ve been on them.”
Izuku watched the redhead puzzle it out as he opened the window for the room
and turned back to the omega. “…did you want that bond bite?”
The question startled Izuku, his eyes widening as he met the alpha’s red eyes.
“F-from you?”
His reply might not have sounded too much like a question, and due to its lack
of intonation Kirishima balked, pointing to himself. “From me? We…” and then he
chuckled, relaxing, “Oh, no, I meant from Bakugou.”
Izuku’s gaze fell to the floor, a blush on his cheeks again. “No, no I didn’t.”
Kirishima tilted his head to the side and then crossed the space between them,
one curled finger touching the point of Izuku’s chin and tipping his head back
up. Slowly, his gaze dragged up the boy, now dressed in casual clothes, to meet
his eyes. Kirishima smiled and spoke softly, “I’m glad; though I don’t even
know why you were trying to follow him. Not after everything.”
Izuku’s shoulders slumped and Kirishima leaned in, pressing their chests
together, noses bumping at their closeness, “But you don’t need to explain it
to me.”
Kirishima’s hair was soft and down now that they had showered, and it tickled
Izuku’s forehead, but in a nice way. Izuku offered a small smile in response to
what his alpha had said, and their lips found one another, sliding against each
other in a slower, gentler way than they had before, their tongues barely
flicking at one another.
Kirishima took a deep breath as they parted, releasing it shakily, eyes
fluttering back open and rubbing their noses together again. “Now, before we
end up having to do this whole thing again because I lack almost no control
when it comes to you, we should probably get our story straight.”
His heart lurched at Kirishima’s bold admission, his eyes darting to meet the
other boys’. “What should we say?”
Kirishima pulled himself even further away, but kept his hands on him, fingers
wandering under the sleeve of Izuku’s t-shirt, eyes wandering around the room
before snapping back to Izuku’s green ones. “Oh, how about you were still
shaken up from this morning—which is true—and that as an alpha I offered
comfort—which I did—and then we had a long talk and played some video games to
make you feel better?”
Izuku’s blank gaze was misinterpreted. Kirishima laughed nervously and rubbed a
hand through his hair, “Or not, you know…”
“No, no it’s fine. It’s just… I don’t normally play video games.” His voice was
soft, like a quiet secret he was trying to not let escape the two of them.
Kirishima’s eyes widened almost comically at this and he grabbed his omega’s
hand, lacing their fingers together, yanking him out of the room.
“We need to fix this, STAT!”
By the time the others came back from classes, Izuku had the basics down. It
was interesting, playing with Kirishima wrapped around him. He was between the
redhead’s legs, leaned back against his chest, and the alpha’s arms looped over
his shoulders with his hands on his own controller. Occasionally, either when
something ridiculous happened or when he did something particularly well,
Kirishima would nuzzle into his hair and place a soft kiss, making Izuku feel
more contented than he ever remembered feeling.
Neither of them realized Bakugou had not accompanied the class back to the
dorms until Sero popped his head in the doorway, took stock of the situation
and then cleared his throat. “Hey guys, how’s it going?”
The alpha glanced at the beta and gave a one shouldered shrug, “Would be better
if we had a third player. ‘Zuku’s learning, so we’re struggling a bit. Wanna
join?”
Sero’s eyes brightened and he sunk onto the floor, grabbing a controller and
turning it on as he replied, “Seriously? Is that why you didn’t know what Mario
was last night?”
Had that really been last night? Izuku blinked owlishly and then smiled, “Hah,
yeah. I never really had games like these growing up.”
“Really? That’s crazy! Well, glad to have you on the dark side then.” Sero
grinned, turning back to the game. The trio then began playing through the
level, trying to teach Izuku along the way. It was only after a couple of
levels, once Izuku had gotten the hang of it with minimal help, that Sero
brought up anything, “Oh, by the way, Kaminari’s wanting to talk to you,
Midoriya-kun.”
He pretty much button mashed in his confusion and his eyebrows knitted
together, his sudden anxiety causing Kirishima to hit the pause button on his
controller with his thumb and instantly wind his fingers into his hair, his
hand with the controller in it merely wrapping around Izuku’s chest, holding
him tightly.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s alright, nothing to panic about.” His voice was
soft, like a whisper in his ear and Izuku’s eyes dropped to his lap, fingers
knotting together worriedly. Sero frowned and looked a bit sheepish for having
caused the reaction. Kirishima kept up his soothing, “I doubt he’s going to be
mean. It’s Denki. He’s never mean.”
This did cause Izuku to breathe a bit easier, but all he could remember was the
last time he’d seen him had been when he looked so angry after Kacchan’s
almost-bite earlier that day. “W-where is h-he?”
A sullen voice sounded from the doorway, “He’s right here.”
All eyes snapped over to him, Sero looking even more sorry. Kirishima shot him
a dirty look, but focused on Izuku as the omega pulled himself up and away from
the alpha. Kirishima reached out, trying to catch his hand, but it was balled
in a fist, so he snatched the hem of his shirt instead. Izuku’s expression was
firm, like he was determined to get through it. Not angry, as the alpha had
probably supposed it was. “I didn’t—I never—”
Kaminari held up a hand and shook his head, eyes sad as he looked at Izuku. “I
know, it wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you.” He then glanced at the
redheaded alpha that stood behind the omega, then back to Izuku. “Besides, I’m
glad you’re where you belong now.”
Belong? Izuku blushed, swallowing back any possible complaints or refutes. They
wouldn’t serve him right now. He forced himself to finish this out, glancing
down at the fourth controller on the floor where Kaminari had spent the night
before. “Well, I’m not really good at this whole gaming thing. You want to
join?”
Kaminari offered a strained smile, but shook his head, taking a step back from
the doorway. He’d never actually entered the room. “Ah, no thanks. I don’t
think I should…” He raked a hand through his vibrantly blond hair, “Katsuki
wouldn’t be happy. I think I’ll just wait for him to come back.”
Izuku nodded, and Sero quietly ventured a question around them, “When’s he
coming back?”
Kaminari frowned and shrugged, backing off and turning away, toward his own
room. Izuku moved so quickly that Kirishima couldn’t snag him and stop him as
he pursued the blond beta, hand reaching for Kaminari’s. He grasped it loosely,
making the boy halt his movements. Izuku spoke to his back, “If you ever need
anything, I’m right here.”
Kaminari didn’t react for a moment, and then he spun around and hugged the
omega hard, released him and gave another thin smile. “Thanks.”
Then Kaminari was walking away again, and Izuku was letting him. Only when
Kaminari was out of sight did he notice that Kirishima was beside him, head
tilted to the side as he studied him. When Izuku turned toward him, the redhead
frowned slightly and then launched a hug at him, pulling him close and pressing
their lips together in a heated kiss. Right there, out in the hallway. The same
hallway where Ochako was emerging from her room. The same hallway that Mineta
was knocking on Shouji’s door in.
Izuku kissed him back just as passionately.
***** Baby I'll Eat You Alive *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku mends some bridges, and then gets his reward.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. Chapter title from "Animals" by Giants.
Kacchan was being held in a special wing near Recovery Girl’s office. It was
designed to hold students with illnesses, heats, or unruliness. Kacchan fell
into the third category, his behavior off suppressants was more forceful and
aggressive than it would have been if he were on the pills. He was being
monitored, the pills were being administered, but until he was behaving a bit
more rationally, he wasn’t to be released to his classes. Instead, All Might
and Midnight taught him from a safe distance while the rest of the class was
with Aizawa-sensei.
Kaminari and Sero, who were temporarily packmates, had given Izuku this
information. Not that he’d asked. Kirishima—no, Eijirou, they’d had sex after
all—encouraged the two boys to go visit their alpha, not wanting the explosive
alpha to think he was preventing such a thing. Not that he verbalized that, but
Izuku could tell.
When the duo decided to go do it, they invited Izuku, but Kirishima gave him a
look that read that he thought it wasn’t a good idea. Truthfully, Izuku could
see why. Besides, Kaminari needed some time with his alpha. So Izuku thanked
them, but leaned against the redhead’s shoulder and let that be his
explanation. Sero nodded and pulled Kaminari along with an arm slung around his
shoulders. The visit went well, apparently, because Kaminari seemed happier,
almost lighter afterward.
As far as Izuku’s new relationship with Eijirou, the alpha seemed mostly happy
to spend every minute he could with the omega, usually in contact with him.
Izuku wasn’t really wanting that to change, it was comforting and safe in ways
he never thought he’d feel. It had been two days since everything had happened,
and Izuku automatically followed his alpha to his dorm room opposed to going to
his own. He only stopped when he saw the way Ochako was glancing his way from
her own doorway, a sad expression on her face.
Izuku blinked and then made his decision, veering off to head toward her
instead of following the redhead into his room. He was already around the
corner of the hall that wrapped around to the other side of the building when
Kirishima realized he wasn’t behind him and peeked out from his doorway, a
puzzled look on his face.
The alpha looked between where he was heading and where the omega currently
was, and seemed content to just keep watch from his own doorway. Ochako,
meanwhile, looked surprised to see the omega approaching her, especially after
so long of being rejected herself.
“Hey,” Izuku started with, stopping a bit further away than strictly necessary,
as though he was trying not to scare the beta further into her room. “I just
wanted…”
He wasn’t certain how to continue that sentence, and with footsteps coming up
the stairs that sounded exactly like Iida’s, he wasn’t sure how much time he
had to come up with an ending to it. Ochako hesitated before a smile touched
her lips, a happy gleam in her eye. She reached out, setting her hand on one of
Izuku’s, the one clenching the strap of his backpack. “It’s okay, Deku. I
understand.”
Iida’s feet hit the landing and he began to turn to face Ochako’s room. Ochako
didn’t withdraw, though, and she tilted her head in her happiness. “If you or
Kirishima-kun need anything…”
Then she gained some confidence as she glanced at the speedster alpha, then
back to Izuku. “…Iida and I can study the pants off anybody!”
Whether it was her infectious smile or her exuberance, Izuku grinned back at
her and glanced toward Iida as he slid forward to wrap an arm around the beta’s
shoulders, pulling her into a hug. Ochako’s arms reciprocated, and Izuku
examined Iida’s expression: a mixture of relief and confusion. He watched the
two alphas glance at each other across the gap, and then Izuku broke the hug,
patting Ochako on the shoulder.
“I’ll see if I can help him first, but if I need backup, I know who to come
to.” He knew his alpha could hear his words, but this was for mending bridges.
Besides, Kirishima’s marks were kind of low. When he turned, and began to walk
back toward Kirishima, the redhead was smiling at him encouragingly, holding
his hand out to him. Izuku reached out and clasped their hands together,
pausing to look back over at Iida and Ochako, who were watching him. He
grinned, wanting to show them that he was happy, he was okay. Kirishima leaned
in, pressing a kiss to his temple before tugging him into the room. The door
was pulled to three-quarters closed, still open enough that they weren’t
breaking the rules.
Izuku dropped his bag on the floor by the foot of his alpha’s bed, watching as
Kirishima did the same at the head of his bed. His feet brought him toward the
redhead, hands reaching for him as the other boy met him halfway, arms
encircling him and drawing him close. Their lips met, already parted, and Izuku
sucked the boy’s lower lip between his teeth, nibbling on it and drawing a
small sound from the alpha.
Kirishima’s hands wandered, fingertips dipping under Izuku’s shirt and pressing
his nails into the skin on his hipbones, and then shifting to hook into the
front of his uniform pants, pulling Izuku’s hips into contact with his own.
Eijirou broke the kiss to rest their foreheads together, eyes peering into
Izuku’s, “You’re going to make me do homework, aren’t you.”
Izuku tried to stop the small laugh from passing his lips, but only managed to
stifle it. “Only if you agree to meet me in the showers tonight.”
His voice was low enough that even an alpha poised at the door would have had a
hard time hearing him, but his alpha heard him perfectly, his breath hitching
as he shifted closer, rocking his hips forward to create a delicious friction.
Izuku hummed beneath his breath and awaited Kirishima’s reaction. “Hmmmm,
that’s a little daring, but I’ll bite.”
Maybe the words could have been chosen better, but the word choice only made
Izuku’s eyes more hooded, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips. “Do you
promise?”
Eijirou chuckled and raised one hand up to point to his teeth, “With this set
of chompers? I don’t think you really want that.”
Izuku groaned, his hand following his alpha’s up, but he didn’t hesitate to
move it onto his lips, then push past, running the pad of his finger against
one of the points of Kirishima’s teeth. “Oh, I want.”
Eijirou opened his mouth a bit more and sucked Izuku’s fingertip in, dragging
his lips over the skin as it popped back out. “I don’t really think that’s a
good idea. I get biting you and I may do something we’ll both regret.”
Izuku wasn’t dumb, he knew what he was talking about. Instead of arguing what
he knew was a losing fight, he just leaned forward, letting his hand drop as he
pressed a kiss to his alpha’s lips. Eijirou groaned against his lips and
slipped the remaining hand that had been clenching the waistband of his uniform
pants past the fabric, fingers ghosting over his underwear covered crotch
before Izuku danced away, snatching his bag up and swinging it around to his
front so he could unzip it and pull out the books from the day’s classes.
The redhead looked a bit put out, but didn’t complain, just sighed and reached
for his own bag. The rest of the evening was spent working on homework with a
small break for dinner. When it came time to go their separate ways, Izuku
nuzzled into Kirishima’s neck, whispering into his ear. “The showers at 2 am.”
They might go without as much sleep as others, but it was the only way to be
sure they wouldn’t get caught. The omega had a hard time falling asleep after
that, but he jolted awake as his gentle alarm played underneath his pillow,
stretching and sighing. He slipped his feet into a pair of slippers and grabbed
his towel, a change of clothes, and his soap. If they were seen going to and
from, at least he would look like it was innocent.
Everything was dark and quiet in the hallways. Being on the second floor, he
only had to sneak by a couple of rooms before he would get to the stairs. He
made it all the way to the showers in the silence, careful not to hit any of
the squeaky boards along the way. He flicked the lights on in the showers, only
the ones framing the mirrors since they were the brightest. He didn’t need that
many on. No one was there, and he sighed and started the water in one of the
curtained off rooms. He might as well warm up. He stripped and tested the
spray’s temperature with the palm of one hand before stepping in, letting the
heat sink into his skin.
He stretched under the water, beginning to wonder if Kirishima had opted to not
meet him when the curtain was swept aside briefly to admit the redhead, already
stripped. He tossed some bottles and other items on the bench to one side,
stepping forward to crush himself against the omega. Izuku tipped his head just
enough to brush his nose under the alpha’s jaw, a small whimper of yearning
coming from him at the same time. Kirishima growled under his breath, a rumble
that Izuku felt radiating from his chest. “How do you do this to me?”
“Do what?” Izuku tipped his head back, unintentionally baring his neck in
submission as he let the hot water wet his hair. Another growl rumbled in the
chest of the alpha. When the redhead didn’t say anything for the moment, Izuku
stuck his tongue out at him. “You were so talkative last time.”
The other boys’ cheeks reddened slightly and he looked off to the side, clearly
embarrassed. Izuku blinked and tipped his head forward, opening his mouth and
scraping his teeth against his collarbone. “I liked it.”
He mumbled against the flesh under his mouth before he gently bit the area.
Just enough to leave the skin red, but no indentations. Eijirou groaned, his
hands drifting south on the omega. One grabbed his ass while the other cupped
his hip, pulling their hips flush and sliding their half-hard cocks together.
“Nnn-nnnhhh.”
Izuku’s small moan bounced off the tiles in the room, making it seem louder
than it was. His eyes popped open, worried someone might have heard, and
Kirishima narrowed his eyes at him playfully. “Can you be quiet enough that no
one hears us?”
Izuku gasped, cheeks pink. “Sorry. I’ll try.”
Eijirou sighed, closing the gap between them and kissing Izuku hard on the
mouth. After that it was a flurry of hands wandering over one another’s bodies,
thrusts against one another, and a slow push up against the tiled wall beneath
the shower’s spout. Izuku shivered and arched his back as the cold tile came in
contact with his skin, whimpering as his alpha worked his way down his body
with his mouth and hands.
Kirishima’s hair, when wet, had to be slicked back so as to not get in the way.
Izuku had tangled his hands into it, however, and bit into his own lower lip as
the alpha’s tongue snaked up his cock. When he sucked on the head, Izuku
stuffed his hand into his own mouth to stifle the sounds he was making,
relishing in the feeling.
One of Eijirou’s hands kept Izuku’s hips still while the other ventured behind,
circling his entrance with the pad of his index finger before gently pushing
in, one knuckle deep. Izuku whimpered around his hand, wanting to chase both
feelings, but to move toward one would mean to move away from the other. He
waited patiently as his alpha slowly pushed his finger inside, then dragged it
back out, all while sucking his dick. When Kirishima pushed his finger back in
the second time, he sucked harder, making the omega almost shout, even with his
hand stuffed into his mouth. He followed the sound with a whimper, looking down
mournfully for having made such a loud sound. Kirishima glanced up with a
slightly irritated expression, but said nothing.
He then added a second finger, scissoring them and stretching Izuku’s hole. The
hand remaining in Kirishima’s hair scraped nails against the alpha’s scalp as a
shiver ran up his spine. It was only after a third finger was added, pumping in
and out of him at a steady pace, that Izuku found it hard to keep quiet again.
His moans were bordering on loud enough to be heard if someone was passing by
the room, and they had to stop. Before he could make enough sound to bring the
whole class down there to investigate, Kirishima withdrew.
Izuku whined as he watched the redhead get back to his feet and retreat the
bench, foil ripping as he got the condom out. He then popped an unlabeled,
small bottle and drizzled some of the contents into his palm. Letting the
wrapper fall to the floor as he rolled the rubber on his dick, he then
slathered the condom with the liquid, and let the shower rinse the rest from
his hand. Izuku licked his lips in anticipation, still standing with his back
against the tiled wall.
Eijirou reached out, hands clasping his shoulders as he made to turn the omega
around. He half-way succeeded when Izuku resisted, hooking an arm around the
redhead’s shoulders. “I wanna see you.”
The alpha’s expression softened and he straightened the omega back out,
pressing him back into the tiles as his hands stroked down his sides, hooking
around the back of his thighs and lifting his legs up. Izuku wrapped them
around Kirishima’s hips, whining as the alpha leaned forward, sealing their
lips together at the same time his hands moved to position himself at Izuku’s
hole.
The One for All user keened and canted his hips, pushing himself onto his
alpha’s cock as a growl rumbled through Eijirou. The alpha pressed closer,
pinning Izuku to the wall as he gave quick, shallow thrusts with his hips.
Crushed up against the wall the way he was, Izuku didn’t have much maneuvering
ability, but he tried to help as much as possible with the angle.
Kirishima’s forearms braced, framing Izuku’s head, against the tiles as his
thrusts became deeper. Izuku broke the kiss, gasping against his lips and
wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Eijirou’s head tilted, lips landing on
his jaw, tongue snaking out to lap a few drops of water from it. Then his arm
jerked, hand splaying behind Izuku’s head as he turned his head to the side and
bit down, red droplets cascading down, turning pink as it mixed with the water
swirling around the drain. The thrusts became more forceful, and Izuku rolled
his hips to match them as best he could.
It was three more before Kirishima stuttered and nearly crushed the omega
against the tiled wall, a whimper falling from his lips as he turned his head
again, mouth seeking out mouth. Within a moment Kirishima’s arms were the only
thing supporting him, moving them away from the wall and toward the bench, one
hand sweeping the items off it in a noisy clatter before he had Izuku on his
back. One of his legs was hitched over the alpha’s arm and the redhead returned
to thrusting, the new angle tearing a strangled moan from both.
At this point the aim was to be as quiet as possible, but the absolutely
stifling silence from before was shattered with their panting breaths and the
creak of the bench under them. Eijirou’s pace became harder, faster, more
untamed. Izuku felt like he was drowning in it, and he was sure a keening sort
of whine was being elicited from him, seeing as one of his alpha’s hands had
clamped down on his mouth, trying to keep him quiet. It was just before Izuku
came that his lips parted and he sunk his teeth down on the hand over his
mouth, back arching and cum spurting onto their skin between them.
Kirishima didn’t last much longer after the bite to his hand, his knot having
begun to swell then. He pushed it past his rim in a greedy surge, groaning long
and low as he came, his forehead planted onto Izuku’s collarbone, mouth open as
he tried to catch his breath. The omega tucked his chin into the wet red hair
of his alpha, then buried his nose there and inhaled, nuzzling him. Eijirou
tipped his head to look at the green haired boy, a small, satisfied smile on
his lips. He licked droplets of water from them and spoke, “Was this what you
were hoping for tonight?”
Izuku’s cheeks tinged pink, but he nodded, his eyes meeting the alpha’s.
Eijirou sighed contentedly, unhooking Izuku’s leg from his arm and resituating
them so that he was seated on the bench with the omega astride him. He held
Izuku close and bumped their noses together.
“You’re gonna get me into so much trouble, aren’t you?” He murmured the words,
making it sound more like praise than anything. Izuku wasn’t sure if he was
talking about getting caught having sex or with something else. Either way, he
could only hope the alpha would stick it out with him.
It took 32 minutes exactly for them to part and finish washing off before
heading back to their respective beds. The feeling of his alpha’s hands on him
didn’t fade until the morning, however.
***** When Nothing but Bullets Fly *****
Chapter Summary
     Bakugou returns to class as Izuku deals with the consequences of a
     late night rendezvous with Eijirou. In Hero Class the explosive alpha
     and Izuku go a bit too far in their sparring match and wind up at
     Recovery Girl's. Later, Eijirou takes care of Izuku.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. Chapter Title from "Revolution" by Catey Shaw.
The next morning’s classes were a drag to get through. These were the
consequences Izuku had to live with. He sighed, crossing his arms across the
desk and resting his head while the rest of the class chatted animatedly.
Kirishima seemed no worse for wear besides the bandage wrapped around his
forearm, but he was used to staying up late playing video games so maybe their
late-night romp didn’t affect him as much. Ochako stopped by Izuku’s desk,
trailing her fingertips across the surface to get his attention, blinking down
at him when all he did was tip his head to the side to look at her.
“Wow, how late were you up last night?” Her voice was soft and full of concern,
but he just puffed a breath of air out and cast a glance toward the redhead,
who was talking with Mineta and Kaminari now.
“He’s got a lot of work to do.” His voice was low and flat, lacking all his
usual energy. Ochako giggled behind her hand, a tinkling, cute sound that
always pulled a smile from Izuku. He managed a small one in response and she
was about to say something when the door was opened and Kacchan stormed his way
into the room. Immediately everything seemed to stop. The blond alpha looked
like he was brooding, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way to his
usual seat and flung himself into it. He made no eye contact with anyone,
studiously looking straight forward. After a moment, everyone resumed what they
were doing prior to his entrance, but perhaps with a little less zeal.
Izuku’s eyes raked over the alpha, trying to see what the changes were—maybe it
was as simple as he wasn’t as violent or aggressive, but it seemed like
something was different. Perhaps he was just imagining it. Izuku turned back to
Ochako, who looked a bit apologetic as she met his gaze. “Well, if anyone were
able to change his ways, it’ll be you, Deku.”
Her voice was softer than before, but she offered a smile of encouragement and
Izuku smiled back, about to deny such claims when the door opened again and
Aizawa-sensei entered the room. Ochako crossed to her desk as Izuku rubbed his
eyes and sat up, trying to pay attention to the lessons.
Hero Class was basically musical chairs with sparring partners, which meant
that at some point Izuku would have to fight Kacchan. He just didn’t think it
would happen as quickly as it did. It was his second match, after a tussle with
Satou ended with the poor guy losing the sugar cubes from his pouch all over
the floor. It became more a fight over sugar cubes than an actual fight, and
one that Izuku won. When he was pointed toward Kacchan by Midnight, who was
helping to oversee and move students on to their next matches, he was filled
with trepidation. What if Kacchan was mad at him? He gulped down his doubt and
gave the best challenging look he could to the blond.
Kacchan just rolled his eyes at him and sighed. “How many times do I have to
beat you, huh?”
His bored tone only gave away what he was really feeling. Izuku knew it.
Everyone knew it. His arms hung loose at his sides, ready to move when they
were given their signal. Midnight snapped her flogger in the peripheral of the
omega’s vision, and Bakugou was already on the move. Izuku knew he usually led
with his right, but Kacchan was much more aware of the fact now, and he’d
likely never catch him with that assessment and counterattack again. He watched
as the bomb user propelled himself in the air with one shot. An aerial attack,
huh? Too bad he’d been mentored by Gran Torino.
Effortlessly, Izuku dodged, using the 5% of One for All he could manage with
his limbs the way they were. He zipped to the corner of their ring, keeping the
alpha in front of him as he landed with an explosion, his eyes already shifted
to where Izuku had moved off to. “Tch.”
Izuku saw the barely contained rage in his eyes—was he really on suppressants
again? It hardly seemed like it. Then the blond was propelling himself toward
Izuku with an explosion aimed behind him and a well-timed jump. He couldn’t
just dodge the blond for the full ten minutes, that would be ridiculous. He had
to form a counterattack. Knowing Kacchan, the only way to get him was to catch
him off guard, like he had with the kick to the chest in the locker room. Sure,
they hadn’t exactly been fighting as they were now, but that experience still
mattered. Still, Kacchan would see it coming if he did it now. He had to dodge
around a bit first.
Izuku leapt over the explosive boy with a handspring off his shoulder, flipping
himself over the alpha and retreating to a safe distance. He kept Kacchan in
front of him as the alpha’s narrowed eyes glanced over his shoulder. The
angrier the alpha got, the more likely he was to make a mistake. But only ever
with Izuku. If he was fighting anyone else, it only made him more dangerous. So
Izuku had to insight his wrath, dodge away with the best of his ability until
he’d set himself up for a match-winning counterattack.
Kacchan’s next move was to whirl himself around, once more propelled by an
explosion and rush toward the omega, explosions ahead of him masking his moves.
The sound and the smoke stinging his eyes made it difficult to track his moves,
and this was a different tactic than he’d used before with him, so Izuku’s
dodging ability would have to rely on reflexes and not on his ability to see
the attack coming. Unfortunately, his reflexes were not honed enough, as the
boy came out of the smoke on the left, launching himself at the omega. The
full-body tackle took them both to the ground, spinning around each other in a
whirlwind of limbs.
Kacchan was trying to use it to his advantage by both trying to land hits
through the tussle as well as attempting to pin him once they had stopped. If
Izuku got pinned here, that would be the end. His mask got caught up in the
boy’s tank top, jerking his head with the alpha’s torso and slamming his nose
and forehead into his shoulder as they rolled to a stop. Stunned for a moment,
Izuku tried to pull back but found the world still spinning around him in a
dizzying array of brightness. He blinked a couple of times, trying to clear the
swirling colors from his vision as a punch landed on his left side. He coughed
as it sucked the air from his lungs and jerked his head up off the floor,
gasping for breath. His hand was clenched around something, probably Kacchan’s
shirt, he yanked on it, intent on knocking their heads together. He had to get
the alpha off him.
The blond just barely managed to avoid the headbutt, instead receiving it to
the collarbone. It hurt, Izuku could tell by the swearing, but not enough to do
what he had intended. Kacchan’s face was inches from his own, off to his right
side, and Izuku’s other arm was making for a swing toward his ribs when he felt
the alpha inhale and just. Stop.
His punch landed, launching the alpha off him. He rolled toward the other side
of the ring to a stop, breathing hard and in a pained way, but he was pushing
himself up in the next instant, angrier than Izuku could remember seeing him in
a long while. Small explosions were popping off in the palms of his upturned
hands, his teeth bared as he suddenly rushed at Izuku.
He wasn’t quite sure about this turn of events, but Izuku was struggling to get
to his feet, scrambling to get full cowl set up. At the last possible moment,
he kicked off from the floor and landed a kick to Kacchan’s left shoulder. But
he was leading with his right, which meant that Izuku received an explosion to
his left side—the one that already hurt from the hit to it. Izuku was flung
halfway across the ring, Kacchan was on his back from being knocked off balance
by the kick to his shoulder, groaning in pain. Izuku had black spots dancing in
his eyes and he could feel his hero costume was in shreds on his left side. He
coughed and tried gasping for breath as he heard thundering feet rushing around
the training area.
“—you okay—he’s—look at me—hurt—Girl?” The words Izuku was catching were all
jumbled and didn’t seem to belong to the same sentence. All he knew was that
his left side was on fire and it hurt to breathe. There was a shock of pink
hair, then black, then a red one that each hung over him in turn. He whined at
the one with red hair, lifting his right arm to reach for it as he panted in
pain. Then All Might’s voice broke through.
“Midoriya, my boy, can you hear me?” The deep timber seemed to boom all around
him and he forced a nod in response. “Your match was a draw, and you’re being
taken to Recovery Girl. Rest up and heal, okay?”
Izuku did his best to nod again, but let his head fall to the side he knew
Kacchan had been on when he fell, trying to see past the sea of bodies to see
the damage he’d done. Kirishima’s chest blocked the view, his ‘R’ belt buckle
shining under the lights and reflecting into Izuku’s eyes. As the stretcher he
had been loaded onto (when did that happen?) lifted, he reached out with his
left hand, hissing in pain as he did. His fingers brushed Red Riot’s stomach,
the only part of him Izuku could really see, and a hand caught his own, steps
falling in sync with the whirring of robots that were taking him toward the
door.
It made Izuku feel better, though only marginally, and it was enough for him to
accept the darkness eating up his vision entirely.
When Izuku woke up he was in Recovery Girl’s office, his bed curtained off from
the others. He could venture a guess and say that Kacchan was probably here
too, given that their match ended in a draw. There were no sounds from the
other side of the curtains, however, to give him any indication of what or who
was out there. Izuku sighed and took stock of his own body. His hero suit was
in tatters, again, and it looked like he’d taken a pretty mean blast to his
left side. It looked like a shark had taken a bite out of it. Shark. Eijirou.
Where was he? He sat up suddenly, stopping all his movement as the world spun
around him. He clutched at his head and wrinkled his nose, swallowing back a
wave of nausea that hit him.
The noise must have alerted the nurse to his awakened state, because she threw
back the curtain on one side and tutted as she wagged a finger at him. “What
have I said about taking it easy, Mr. Midoriya?”
“S-sorry, Recovery Girl. At least it wasn’t my own quirk this time?” His excuse
was valid, he thought. She just shook her head and frowned at him.
“Well this is hardly any better. You and that boy need to take it easy with the
fights you get into. One of you might not make it out alive in the future.” The
warning was enough to make Izuku look down at his lap, tangling his fingers
together there. Then Recovery Girl continued, “You had broken ribs, some minor
internal abdominal bleeding and burns where your skin was exposed to his
explosion. I healed those. The concussion, however, I am leaving in place as a
reminder of how dangerous your ongoing feud with Mr. Bakugou is getting.”
Izuku blinked, opening his mouth to say something when she trampled right over
him again, “Mr. Bakugou had a dislocated shoulder that I set with natural
means, as a reminder for him also. He’s already back at the dorms.”
Izuku shut his mouth, then opened it again to ask another question. Recovery
Girl was already retreating to her chair, but she glanced over her shoulder and
spoke before he could once more. “Mr. Kirishima has been waiting outside for
you.”
Oh. Well. Slowly, as to not jerk his head around too much, Izuku swung his legs
over the side of the bed and stood, a fresh wave of nausea hitting him. He
stood still for a moment, and then with stiff movements, thanked Recovery Girl
quietly and took his leave. Just as she had said, right outside the door
Eijirou was sat down, back against the wall. His knees were pulled up in front
of him, elbows resting on them, and his hands tangled in his hair. The spikes
were more messy than usual, some having flopped down slightly. He jerked his
head up when he heard the door, eyes wide as they locked onto Izuku. He was up
in an instant, reaching for Izuku when the omega panicked slightly.
“Wait!” It was like a punch out of his lungs and it made him cringe as a new
wave of pain hit him. Who knew that sounds could hurt so much? He paled as his
alpha froze, hand reaching between them. Izuku peeked at Kirishima’s face,
expecting anger at being commanded by an omega, but all he found was concern.
“What’s wrong? Do I need to take you back in?” The alpha looked tense, like he
was waiting for Izuku to just fall over. Did he look that bad? Probably. He
swallowed back the pain and forced a smile as his color slowly returned.
“No, no. She won’t heal this one.” His voice was much lower, barely above a
whisper and Eijirou leaned in to hear him clearly. “She left my concussion as a
‘reminder’.”
The redhead blinked, but didn’t reply until a moment later, when he was gently
reaching up to caress Izuku’s face. His hand felt like a rock against his skin,
grating yet comforting in a strange way. The omega guessed that he was just
extra sensitive because of the concussion, since the alpha wasn’t using his
quirk. Still, he was radiating warmth that Izuku just wanted to curl up in. His
shoulders sank in relief as Kirishima stepped forward to wrap his arms around
him, pressing his lips to Izuku’s forehead in a sweet, chaste kiss.
It was after a few silent moments of only breathing that Eijirou withdrew,
asking if he was alright once more, before they tangled their fingers together
and the alpha led him toward the locker rooms. With slow, careful movements,
Kirishima helped him take the remains of his costume off and dispose of the
suit portion, since it would have to be replaced. Then the boy pushed him
toward the showers and got his uniform out for him, setting it on the bench.
The shower felt good—getting the soot that still lingered on his skin off—and
the heat helped his head feel better too. He had to towel off slowly,
carefully, and then walked out to find the alpha laying on the bench, his
uniform being used as a pillow. Kirishima was staring up at the ceiling, one
elbow jutted out and his hand behind his head, the other in the pocket of his
uniform’s pants. One knee was pulled up, the heel of his shoe on the edge of
the bench while the other dangled off, barely touching the ground. As Eijirou
heard his wet feet hit the floor of the room, his head fell to the side, taking
in the now clean green haired boy. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“You’re gorgeous.” The confident way he said it, his eyes bright and his smile
easy, did weird things to Izuku’s insides. He padded closer, the towel around
his hips being grasped by one hand as he ducked his head, face bright red at
the compliment. Kirishima blinked and sat up, tilting his head to the side in a
questioning way, hand reaching out for Izuku’s hip. The omega let him touch,
his hand tracing the hipbone before cupping it and drawing the boy closer, so
Izuku’s gaze was met with the red one of his alpha. “What’s the matter?”
“N-nothing. I just—no one’s ever said that to me before.” Izuku admitted, more
than a bit mumbled. Kirishima just smiled at him again, leaning up to place a
light kiss on his lips, ignoring the drips of water coming from green hair and
falling on his uniformed shoulders.
“I’m honored to be the first, then.” And then the red head was reaching over
and offering his uniform to him, raising an eyebrow. “Now finish drying off,
get dressed, and then I’m going to watch you for the night. Get ready to be
woken up every twenty minutes, because that’s what you get for getting a
concussion.”
Izuku blinked, and then quietly did as his alpha requested, not knowing whether
to feel happy or not about the prospect of spending the night with Eijirou
monitoring him. On one hand, he’d get to cuddle up with his alpha for the
entire night. On the other, no sleep. He took his time in dressing and drying
his hair, letting the redhead stoop to tie his shoes for him. It was sweet, the
way Eijirou was taking care of him, he owed the alpha so much for just taking
the time with him. He’d have to show him how much he appreciated him in some
way.
As they walked back toward the dorms they lazily chatted about the other
matches: mostly it was Kirishima telling him about the other matches, since
Izuku had been taken to Recovery Girl in the first twenty minutes of class.
Recovery Girl was right, Izuku realized, Kacchan and he needed to put this
behind them somehow. He knew they were never going to talk, so maybe he should
avoid the other alpha as much as possible? Not get drawn into these passionate
matches with him? He would figure it out. He wanted to stop missing so much of
class just because he and Kacchan got into another fight.
He was deep in thought, letting Eijirou chatter about how cool Kaminari’s new
gear was, when they neared the dorms. Eijirou was pulling open the door,
looking back at Izuku when the fist came flying out of nowhere from the other
side of the door and clocked Kirishima right on the temple. The alpha hadn’t
been expecting it, and so hadn’t had the chance to activate his quirk. Falling
back, he cussed as he maneuvered to cover his omega subconsciously. The owner
of the swung fist emerged, looking more irate than usual and with one arm in a
sling.
Kacchan.
***** I Know It's You *****
Chapter Summary
     Kirishima Eijirou VS. Bakugou Katsuki; new rooms and Izuku panicking
     a lot.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. Chapter Title from "It's You" by Syn Cole.
Izuku didn’t know whether to get involved or to back off and let the two alphas
continue to duke it out. Currently they were screaming at one another and fist
fighting without quirks, and considering Kacchan had the use of only one arm,
it was impressive that he could defend as well as he was. Looking closer, Izuku
realized this was because Kirishima wasn’t trying to hurt him, just get him to
back off.
“I TRUSTED YOU,” the explosive boy was screaming, red faced, “HOW COULD YOU?”
Kirishima had his teeth bared and growl rumbled from his chest; the kind that
normally made heat pool in Izuku’s stomach, but this time it just sounded
dangerous. Izuku’s wide eyes followed their movements as Kirishima kept himself
between Kacchan and the omega. Whether he was doing that on purpose or it was
subconscious, Izuku wasn’t certain. Regardless, whenever Kacchan pressed into
their space too much, Kirishima rebuffed him with a quick jab here and there.
Kacchan went to shove at Kirishima’s shoulder with his one hand, nose wrinkled
in anger, and Kirishima pushed his hand away before it made cantact, then used
his other arm to shove at the boy’s torso, under where the sling kept his arm
trapped by his ribs. He managed to land the shove, but Kacchan just twisted out
of it, gritting his teeth. Kirishima’s face couldn’t be seen from Izuku’s
position, but his answer could be heard.
“You’ve got your pack, what more do you want?” The redhead’s tone was as if he
was sneering at the blond, but Izuku had never seen the boy anything other than
determined in a fight, so he wasn’t sure he was hearing right.
“GIVE ME BACK MY OMEGA.” Kacchan’s bellow not only drew a crowd from their
dorms but from Class 1-B’s dorms as well, toward the area and made Izuku
freeze, ice running through his veins. Ashido was the first to stumble out the
door, the rest of the class piling through the doors to join, doing their best
to stay out of the way of the ongoing fight. Momo was instantly at Izuku’s
side, taking his hand and looking at him with wide eyes.
“What happened?” Her voice sounded calm, but she was trembling, her palm clammy
as she asked him. Why was she so shaken? Maybe it was the fact that Kacchan had
just screamed out that Izuku was his omega. That was pretty… startling. He
didn’t answer Momo as Kirishima retorted, rebuffing another punch aimed at his
face.
“He’s not yours!” He huffed with the exertion of trying to keep Bakugou away
from the crowd that was forming. Class 1-B was forming a ring around the back,
some students missing, presumably running off to grab teachers. Izuku whined as
Kirishima tried to guide the blond alpha away from him yet again.
“WHY, BECAUSE HE’S YOURS NOW?” Kacchan spit out at the redhead, “DEKU WAS MINE
SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL. YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM.”
Izuku’s stomach dropped and his palms were slick with sweat. Momo squeezed his
hand, but he hardly felt it. In the distance, he could see that Aizawa-sensei
was following Kendo, Class 1-B’s president, out of the main school building.
Kirishima’s nose was wrinkled, Izuku could tell that much, and he was finally
angry. His hands formed fists as he yelled back for the first time since this
fight had started.
“HE CHOSE ME, YOU ASSHOLE.” His feet moved, Bakugou’s feet moved as they both
launched at each other, fists drawn back. Izuku’s legs moved him before he even
realized it, arms stretched out to either side and eyes squeezed closed as his
heart hammered in his chest.
He could feel the heat from Kirishima’s body scant centimeters behind him,
frozen as he held off from punching. A fist connected with Izuku’s cheek,
throwing his head to the side. A gasp rose from the people watching the fight.
Kacchan had just punched him. He felt sick, but he had the feeling it was more
from his head snapping to the side then from the punch itself. His stomach
roiled and there was a moment of silence as he opened his eyes. Aizawa-sensei
had just pushed to the front of the crowd, but Kirishima was scrambling around
Izuku to tackle a stunned Kacchan to the ground, roaring in his face while he
punched him in the face. Once, twice, three times before Aizawa’s scarf wrapped
around his arms and held the alpha back. He was snapping his teeth, acting
almost feral in his anger.
Izuku swallowed back the bile that had risen in the back of his throat and
rushed toward Eijirou when Aizawa-sensei’s voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Stop, Midoriya.”
Eijirou was straining against the tough straps around him, growling and
spitting at Kacchan who was scrambling away in an awkward backward crab walk
with one arm. Izuku glanced at his teacher skeptically, but the beta was using
his quirk on the redhead in his capture weapon. He spoke again, “I cannot
guarantee he would recognize you at the moment, it is best to step away.”
Izuku stood still, not wanting to, but knowing better than to go against
Aizawa-sensei’s wishes right now. He licked his lips and shakily spoke out to
his alpha in lieu of not being able to reach him. “Kirishima-kun,” no response,
“Eijirou, please. Please stop, you don’t have to hurt him.”
This seemed to take the audience he’d forgotten they had off guard, his soft,
shaking voice pleading with an alpha. There was still no response and Izuku’s
jaw tensed as he ground his teeth together, hands forming fists. “Eijirou, I
need you to stop. Now.”
This time it wasn’t a question, it was a demand. His voice was firmer and more
commanding. He held his breath, eyes locked onto the redhead. There were gasps
from around them and the fight seemed to melt out of the alpha’s bones slowly,
anger still shining in his eyes. Izuku couldn’t look away. Finally, Aizawa-
sensei’s scarf retracted, leaving Eijirou to support himself, still crouching
on the ground a handful of feet away from Kacchan.
This time Izuku glanced at his sensei before rushing to his alpha’s side,
throwing his arms around him. Kirishima’s eyes didn’t leave Kacchan’s for a
long moment, but he did wrap his arms around the omega in return, turning his
nose to press into his cheek. Finally, he met Izuku’s gaze, worry the only
emotion present there as his hands came up to gently touch his face.
“He hurt you, I’m so sorry.” His voice was raw from all the screaming he’d just
done, but Izuku didn’t care, he just pressed his face into the alpha’s neck,
lower lip trembling.
“I don’t care, I don’t want you to fight.” Izuku’s voice was small enough that
it was likely that no one besides Eijirou and Kacchan had heard him. He spoke
into the skin of Eijirou’s neck, lips grazing the flesh there as he did, the
alpha’s scent soothing him.
Other teachers were arriving, ushering the uninvolved students back into the
dorms while Aizawa-sensei approached the trio, hands in his pockets and a frown
on his face. “You three will accompany me.”
Izuku jerked back, away from Eijirou to look at their sensei, watching as
Kacchan got to his feet, never meeting their eyes and his gaze
uncharacteristically on the ground in front of him. It reminded Izuku of the
first combat training All Might had them do, and how Kacchan had acted right
after. Like a ticking time bomb. Izuku blinked and slowly followed behind,
leaving plenty of space between himself and the blond alpha. It took a moment,
but Eijirou fell into step with him, fingertips tracing down Izuku’s arm in a
way that made the omega wonder if the alpha was asking if it was okay.
He didn’t react one way or another, and so Eijirou’s hand fell away again, held
close to his own body. It made Izuku’s heart hurt, but until they knew what was
going to happen he didn’t want to get too comfortable. That meant he couldn’t
let his alpha try to soothe him in any way. Even if that meant denying the same
thing for Eijirou. Izuku’s eyes were also locked on the ground, measuring the
safe distance between himself and Kacchan, who walked in front of him.
Aizawa-sensei led them through the school and into Principal Nedzu’s office.
Unease was clear in all three of the students, and their sensei had a quiet
conversation with the animal-Principal. “I see.”
The Principal crossed to stand before them, paw pressed to his chin as he
considered them.
“DO NOT FEAR, FOR I AM HERE.” All Might crashed through the door, then his
muscular form dissolved, leaving him in a ridiculous looking pose. Aizawa-
sensei rolled his eyes at the unnecessary entrance, but Izuku couldn’t help but
feel relieved that there was someone there to be on his side without him having
to explain anything.
“Anyway, in light of recent events, I think it is crucial to keep you two
separated for the time being.” The Principal pointed not to the two alpha
students, but to Kacchan and Izuku. Izuku froze.
“M-me?” He paled, his head beginning to pound again, now that his adrenaline
from earlier was wearing off.
“Of course you, Mr. Midoriya. It seems that you and Mr. Bakugou here cannot
control yourselves around one another. While more serious steps may be
necessary if this behavior continues, for now we will have all interactions
monitored and your dorm rooms will be changed.” The Principal tapped his chin
with his paw as Aizawa-sensei leaned over and said something else quiet to him,
“Mr. Kirishima’s room will also be moved.”
“Ehhhhhhh? You can’t do that!” Kacchan’s voice came out strained. “You can’t
choose his alpha for him!”
Everyone’s eyes slid over to the explosive alpha. Instinctively, Izuku reached
out to find Eijirou’s hand, wanting him to know that the omega didn’t want him
reacting to the comment. It didn’t stop the redhead, however, as he growled and
bared his teeth at the blond over Izuku’s head. Aizawa sighed exasperatedly and
All Might’s attention turned toward the two younger alphas in the room.
“Mr. Bakugou, you misinterpret my meaning. All three of you will be separated.
If it comes to it, I will move one of you into Class 1-B to alleviate the
situation.” Principal Nedzu explained. None of them wanted to be dropped to
Class B, so they all stayed quiet for the moment. The Principal continued, “As
it is, Mr. Midoriya and Mr. Kirishima will dissolve their pack bonds effective
immediately.”
Izuku’s heart stopped, he was sure of it. The animal-Principal was staring at
their joined hands, and with some force, Eijirou managed to weasel his hand out
of the omega’s now deathgrip. However, his expression was pained and he gritted
his teeth when he did it. After an awkward moment, the Principal opened his
mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by All Might.
“I don’t think that’s necessary. Pack bonds are useful, usually more so for
stability purposes than for anything. I feel that opposed to being a solution,
this could only worsen the situation.” All Might spoke toward the Principal and
Izuku felt like he could breathe again. All Might would fix this. Everything
would be alright.
“My decision stands. Relationships such as Alpha-Omega Bonds have no place
among the Yuuei students. They should be focused on their studies rather than
finding a pack or mate.” There went all Izuku’s hopes, crashing right back down
again. All Might looked as though he disagreed, but said nothing.
“Aizawa-sensei will oversee the change of room locations.”
That evening was spent packing his things with Ochako’s help, and being moved
upstairs, across from Momo’s room. The other omega ventured over and began
helping him unpack, hugging him only once. From what Ochako offered him for
information, Eijirou had been moved down and across the hall from his old room.
With all three of them on separate floors, and being watched at odd hours by
the staff (usually one of them was always present in the dorms now), it was
only during class that any of them could see one another. When Kirishima tried
to talk to Izuku he was told to back away by Midnight, and he gave an
apologetic look before retreating.
Everything was quiet for a week, which included a weekend at home where Izuku
could hardly manage to bring himself to talk to his mother. She was
understandably worried about him, and offered to talk. After about a week,
Kacchan approached him, hands shoved in his pockets and a grimace on his
features. “We need to talk.”
The demand from the explosive alpha made Izuku cringe inside, but he nodded and
made to follow him when Kacchan sneered. “Not here, dickwad.”
The blond shifted as though he were uncomfortable and spoke without looking at
him, “This weekend. I’ll find you.”
Izuku blinked, but nodded once and watched the blond retreat to his desk. The
fact that he hadn’t been stopped from talking to him was probably due to it
being All Might’s class, and he tended to allow minor interactions between the
three of them, monitored only at a distance. He met Eijirou’s eyes from across
the room as the redhead gave him an unreadable expression.
Midoriya was having a hard time adjusting to being away from his alpha. Though
the Principal had told them to dissolve the bond, and their scents were
beginning to fade from one another, Izuku refused to think of himself as alone.
The minor comfort was that Todoroki was in the room right next to him and often
opened his door to him when he needed someone to be with who wasn’t giving him
pitying looks. The half-and-half alpha seemed content to just study quietly,
sat at a table across from Izuku. They occasionally spoke, but it was about the
materials.
That weekend came all too quickly, and before Izuku knew it, his mother was
knocking on his door to tell him that he had a visitor. Dreading everything
about this, Izuku had to drag himself to the door, seeing the blond standing
there looking bored with his signature slump and hands shoved into his pockets.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Izuku’s voice sounded colorless, lackluster. Kacchan
finally looked at him and frowned.
“On a walk.” His answer was as good as any he was going to get, and Izuku
stepped into his shoes, tugging them tight and lacing them quickly before he
stepped out of the door. His mother looked at him with a hopeful expression,
waving as he closed the door behind him. They walked two blocks before Kacchan
spoke, Izuku was looking at the toes of his own sneakers.
“You’re mine.” The words should have incited some sort of anger in the omega,
but instead he just glanced up, disinterested.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Kacchan swiveled, stopping in front of him and blocking
his path. Izuku stopped and stared at the punisher’s symbol on the alpha’s t-
shirt, his stomach plummeting. How was he supposed to deal with this? Tell him
no? Would that solve anything? Kacchan’s hand reached out and Izuku expected to
get shoved or hit. Instead it landed on his chin, guiding his head up. His eyes
stayed on that symbol for a long moment, and then slowly dragged up to the
alpha’s eyes. Their red was different than Eijirou’s.
The kiss was overpowering, domineering. Kacchan was all teeth and tongue, he
was taking rather than sharing, and so entirely him that Izuku unthinkingly
reciprocated for a moment. Had this happened back when they were children, had
Kacchan never told him to kill himself, called him useless and worthless and
the many other things he’d said and done to Izuku, then perhaps he’d have given
himself over right then and there. But he slowly extracted himself from the
kiss, rocking back on his heels (when had he risen up on his toes?) and found
his hands buried in Kacchan’s unruly blond hair. He stared into his red eyes
for a moment and then dropped his hands to his sides. “I heard you.”
Kacchan’s ego showed as he smirked, one of his arms circling around Izuku’s
waist to pull him in close, and the other gripping the omega’s wrist, raising
it up to his mouth. Izuku watched, then jerked when he realized what Kacchan
was thinking, trying to break his grasp. But the blond’s teeth were closing on
his skin already and Izuku yelped as he bit down, yanking his arm in his panic.
“No!”
Kacchan gave him a grumpy look as he clutched his own wrist to himself. A set
of teeth indents circled the outer section of his wrist, little welts raising
from where teeth had slid over skin when he’d yanked his hand back. Izuku tried
to back off, but the blond didn’t let him, eyes narrowed. “Why’d you do that?
You just agreed—”
“I didn’t! I said I heard you!” Izuku interrupted him and Kacchan’s look only
became more crumpled. He withdrew suddenly, turned away from the omega and
shaking as he tried to control his temper, or so Izuku could only guess. When
he spoke, his voice was thick with emotion.
“Why do you keep doing this?” Kacchan was still facing away from him and Izuku
couldn’t be certain he was done talking, so he waited a long moment before
replying.
“Doing what?” His voice was soft, confusion crinkling his brow as he rubbed at
the indentation marks on his wrist. Would they fade quickly? He’d have to wrap
them up to hide them. Finally, Kacchan turned toward him, looking frustrated.
More out of character, however, was the tears at the corners of his eyes, not
yet spilled over. Izuku was stunned into silence, staring at the alpha. Kacchan
never cried. Ever.
“Rejecting me!” Heartbeats passed as Izuku processed and he dropped his wounded
arm to his side, eyes wide. He swallowed and blinked, watching as Kacchan
whirled and spouted off curses and insults before storming off. Izuku stood in
that spot for a long time, just trying to comprehend all that had just
happened.
The bite mark didn’t fade, and Izuku woke up with his nose pressed against it
in the morning, eyes blinking and staring at it as though that would solve the
problem. He used his phone to google bond bites all of Sunday, trying to find a
way to make this one fade faster. He tried a hot salt bath, but this only made
it stand out against his skin more. He tried putting lotions on it, that just
made it sting. He attempted a weird lemon juice mixture that made it tingle,
all to no avail. Sunday night he wrapped his wrist before dinner with his
mother, who arrived home from work just to have extra time with him.
“Did you hurt yourself, Izuku darling?” His mother asked while he set the
table, and he tugged his shirt sleeve down over the bandage self-consciously.
“Uh, yeah. Paper cut.” He explained. She hummed and lifted the bandage to her
mouth, pressing a kiss over it and then smiled pleasantly, serving the food.
“Be more careful next time, okay?” She pleaded.
He nodded, swallowing thickly. Halfway through dinner, he gathered the courage
to ask, “Hey Mom, Dad gave you a bond bite back in High School, right?”
She tilted her head to the side and blinked at him. “Our second year. It was
frowned upon, but we were certain of our relationship.”
He hummed and looked back at his food, his thoughts swirling in his head. She
interrupted those thoughts, looking at her own food when she asked, “That’s not
a paper cut, is it?”
He froze, spoon halfway to his mouth.
“It wasn’t Katsuki, was it?” How did she—? No, she had to be guessing. He shook
his head hard.
“N-no. No, it’s not.” He watched her release a breath she’d been holding, “But
my teachers have separated us. Told us to dissolve our bond.”
Instantly, she slammed her hand down on the table, the dishes jumping. When he
jerked his gaze up to her, there was a fire in her eyes that was unmistakable.
She was going to fight for him, if he asked. “How dare they? Without even
consulting the parents?!”
She never raised her voice, not once in his entire childhood. The fact that
this struck a chord with her… Izuku didn’t like how this made him
feel—especially without asking Eijirou, but he was feeling a little desperate
at this point. “Who is this alpha of yours?”
With only a minor hesitation in the form of a hitched breath, Izuku spoke.
“Kirishima Eijirou, from my class.”
His mother blinked for a moment and then she squealed, “Oh, the adorable sparky
one!”
“Ehhhh… no, his quirk is—” He attempted to correct her and then shook his head,
“You’re thinking of Kaminari. He’s a beta, Mom.”
She deflated slightly and then frowned, “Ah, I think you may be right. Which
one is Kirishima-kun then?”
Izuku swallowed and looked at his reflection in the surface of his miso soup.
“Red hair, sharp teeth, scar over his right eye.”
It took a moment, but then his Mom was squealing again, his guilt overshadowed
by her obvious delight in the situation.
***** I've Gotta Plan in the Palm of my Hand *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku's got a plan, but so does Eijirou. Momo helps out.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. Chapter title from "Get Me Golden" by Terraplane Sun.
Izuku arrived back to school, still bandaging his wrist and hiding it under
long sleeves. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide it for forever, and bond
bites (as far as he’d read) took a couple of months to fade completely, but he
could for now. He’d managed to convince his Mom to lay low until he asked for
her help in the matter—that he wanted to try it his way first. So, the first
thing he did was stake out Kirishima’s room. It was still Sunday evening, and
he knew that the redhead was relatively punctual about returning by nine every
Sunday night. It was 8:45 and Izuku kept checking his phone. When Aizawa-sensei
did his sweep, Izuku had made it back down to the Common Rooms and was sitting
on a couch next to Todoroki, who kept dozing off, head tucked on his own chest
and propped up on Izuku’s shoulder. Everything seemed normal.
When Eijirou was about due back, Izuku sent him a text that read meet me 9:30
at trail entrance. He had already asked Momo to come with him, so nothing
seemed too weird to the teachers. Jirou had been a bit miffed at the whole
thing, but when she heard a vague explanation of what was going on, she told
her omega to go ahead. Izuku thanked her repeatedly until she’d cussed once
under her breath and told him to “go get his alpha.” He took that as a good
sign and now all he had to do was wait.
At 8:58 Eijirou opened the door to the dorms, crossing the Common Rooms without
so much as a glance toward the couches. He looked exhausted.
At 9:13 Momo came down in a pair of running shorts and a tank top, motioning to
Izuku. He’d long since changed into his own exercise gear and gently woke
Todoroki so he could go with the other omega. Todoroki mumbled something about
being safe and ruffled his hair in an uncharacteristic way, then leaned against
the arm of the couch and dozed off again. Izuku smiled and draped a blanket
over the boy, and then left with Momo.
The first short way (through the maze of dorm buildings), they remained quiet.
Momo motioned to his bandaged wrist with a frown but Izuku’s head shake was
enough for her to drop it. Then she struck up conversation about her weekend
instead. Apparently, she’d had the delight of a family reunion, and was telling
him all about her unfortunate cousin who had yet to find a pack at all. He was
a 30-something year old beta who always seemed to mope and complain about his
lack of pack, and yet whenever he was beginning to get close to anyone he’d
push them away. Izuku thought the story was kind of sad, but Momo told it in a
way that made him smile about it. He was beginning to think he was a horrible
person when Momo explained why she didn’t pity her cousin.
“He has all these opportunities put in front of him, but nothing is ever good
enough. I just can’t feel sorry for someone like that.” She summed up as they
got to the opening of the trail. Izuku sighed and shook his head.
“I guess I can understand that.” He started stretching his arms, loosening the
muscles before he moved to his legs. They took their time, making sure they
would still be there for the time Izuku had given Eijirou. At 9:26 the redhead
was jogging toward them. At 9:27 Momo decided to actually take a jog down the
trail and Eijirou met up with them just after she took off, waving and smiling
at them before she was out of sight.
The redhead still looked tired as he held up his phone and wagged it back and
forth, “You told me to meet you?”
His voice was like a sip of cool water on a hot summer day. He wanted more.
Izuku lifted a hand to scrub through his hair and offered a smile, but it fell
from his face when the alpha snatched that hand toward him and peered at the
bandage. “What happened?”
“Uhhh, about that.” Red sprung to Izuku’s cheeks and he gently pulled his wrist
back toward himself. When he didn’t continue immediately, Eijirou raised his
eyebrows, attempting to spur the green haired boy on in the explanation. Izuku
deflated, having not really had a plan of how to do this to begin with. “We
have a problem, but I think I have a couple of options for how to deal with it.
So, I’m going to lay everything out on the table and you can choose how we deal
with it, yeah?”
Kirishima crossed his arms over his chest, a frown on his face. Izuku took a
moment to evaluate him before he reached over to his left wrist and unwound the
bandage, revealing the bond bite. There was a harsh intake of breath and then
some shuffling, and then slowly released breath as Kirishima put his head in
one of his hands, shaking his head. He motioned to his wrist, “I thought maybe
that dissolving guy had touched you or something. You had me thinking this was
life threatening.”
It was Izuku’s turn to frown as he raised his wrist up to eye level and waved
it back and forth in front of the alpha. “This? This is life threatening. What
if someone finds out? I lied to my Mom about it, Eijirou!”
The redhead’s face scrunched up and he looked at Izuku questioningly, “You lied
to—what did you tell her?”
Izuku sighed and let his arm drop back down, rolling his eyes. “At first I told
her it was a papercut, but then I asked the wrong question at dinner and she
figured it out. I had to tell her something.”
“What did you tell her, ‘Zuku?” His voice was slightly firmer than it normally
was. Maybe because Izuku was about to panic rant in his direction and he was
just trying to focus the omega on the topic at hand. Izuku threw up his hands
and huffed.
“I told her that you had bitten me. That I wanted it. That the school was
trying to separate us.” Silence followed and Izuku just stared at the alpha who
stared back at him blankly. Then Eijirou pointed to his wrist.
“No one’s going to believe that’s from me.” The way he said it was just so
matter of fact that Izuku nearly screamed in frustration, his hands clutching
fistfuls of his hair in lieu of attracting all the teachers to their location.
Then Eijirou’s expression changed and he frowned, stepping close. “But you knew
that already. Which is why you called me out here.”
Now he was getting it. Izuku released his hair and poked the redhead on the
chest with his index finger. “Either you need to bite me to fix this, or I have
to live with Kacchan as my legal mate for the next few months until it fades.”
Eijirou was still frowning, “Biting you isn’t going to solve anything.”
Izuku was back to being frustrated, “It would stop them from separating us!”
“But it wouldn’t fix anything with Bakugou.” The redhead dug into the pocket of
his shorts and brought out his phone, bringing up a series of texts between
himself and the other alpha. Well, it was mostly Kirishima. “I’m making
progress. It’s been slow, since he still thinks I’m trying to undermine his
authority with his own pack. If I can convince him to lay off, then he might
not be a problem in the future.”
Izuku peered at the screen closely, “I hardly think that ‘uh huh’ and ‘creeper’
is considered progress.”
Eijirou huffed at his comment and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “Look,
what’s a couple of months? It’ll be over in no time, and then if you still feel
the same way, we’ll talk about it then.”
“W-what about my Mom?” Izuku hadn’t felt good lying to her, and if he was
forced to tell her the truth, that would be yet another problem. Eijirou’s gaze
went mid-distance and he stroked his chin in thought, pulling an expression
that Izuku liked to call ‘the thinker,’ after that famous statue. It made the
alpha look ridiculous, but privately Izuku thought it was adorable.
“I mean, since you already told her I was the one that bit you, there’s no need
to make her think any differently,” He motioned to Izuku’s wrist, “Keep that
bandaged up like you have and no one will be the wiser.”
Izuku sighed. This hadn’t been the option he’d been hoping for. This didn’t
solve the separation problem, but he had a ‘Plan B’ for that. He nodded and
began wrapping up his wrist again. Eijirou took the couple of steps that had
lingered between them and trapped his hands between their chests as he leaned
in, brushing their noses together. “I don’t want you to think I don’t care,”
Izuku’s eyes met the alpha’s and he could see the emotions swirling just under
the surface, “I care very much, and every instinct I have is telling me to bite
you over and over again, but I know that we would burn several bridges doing
that.”
The alpha sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, closing the scant distance
to press a kiss to Izuku’s lips. When they parted, foreheads still leaned
together, he offered the omega a small smile. “I want to do this right with
you.”
He never realized that Eijirou had such gentlemanly qualities to him—or maybe
he had, but he’d never paid them much mind because he’d never thought they
would be directed toward him. Then Eijirou was reaching between them for his
left arm, raising the wrist to mouth level and dropping a kiss over the bite.
“This too shall pass—or some shit like that.”
Izuku snorted and Kirishima had some mirth dancing in his red eyes, “When I
bite you, you’ll not only want it, but it’ll be for forever.”
Izuku wanted to point out that bond bites all fade with time, but his alpha
flashed that set of fangs at him and he wondered if maybe the boy meant that he
was going to bite deep enough to scar when the time came. He wasn’t sure if
that made him worried or turned him on—and that alone made him lean in, kissing
the alpha deeply.
After a long moment that Izuku wished he could drown himself in, Kirishima
broke the kiss with a cheeky grin and let Izuku finish wrapping his wrist. Then
he pointed to the trail, beginning to walk down it. “I know you’re usually the
one with the plans, ‘Zuku, but how about you hear mine out first?”
The omega tilted his head to the side, considering the alpha. He wasn’t the
best student, but his tactical knowledge in battle was incredible. Maybe he
should hear him out. He nodded and gave a half shrug. “Sure, why not.”
The redhead grinned and started in with animated hand gestures, “Okay, so…”
                                     .~*~.
By the time they had gotten back to the dorms (they’d met up with Momo further
on down the trail and filled her in on the plan, seeing what she thought of
it—she gave a couple of suggestions, but otherwise thought it should work), it
was well past dark. The lights were still on, as it wasn’t that late yet, and
the trio entered the Common Rooms still chatting. No one said anything, and
Izuku waved to the two as they peeled off and went up the stairs on the way to
their respective rooms. Then the omega hung over the back of the couch and
blinked down at Todoroki, still swaddled in the blanket Izuku had left him
with. It took only a couple of breaths and the boy was blinking sleepily up at
him, giving the smallest hint of a smile.
“You don’t seem as though you ran anywhere.” Shouto’s voice was husky and it
sounded as though he needed much more sleep. Izuku shrugged helplessly and gave
a lopsided smile.
“We mostly ended up walking. Momo wanted to tell me about her family reunion.”
This admission wasn’t really a lie, and the ice and fire user just raised his
eyebrows.
“That must have been quite the story.” Then he stretched, cat-like: long,
lithe, and ending in a satisfied huff of breath. Then he slipped from the
blanket and offered his hand to the omega as he rounded the edge of the couch.
Izuku glanced at him questioningly, but took the proffered hand and let the
alpha lead him up to the fifth floor. They were going in the same direction
anyway.
“Yeah, her cousin’s pretty ridiculous, apparently.” Izuku said as they went up
the first flight of stairs. His gaze wandered over toward the door that
belonged to Kirishima, seeing the redhead coming out with a towel over his
shoulder and an armful of hygiene products. Their eyes met and Izuku gave him a
smile as the redhead’s eyes swept over Todoroki and their connected hands with
a neutral expression.
Shouto snorted and glanced back at Izuku as the omega turned his attention back
to his current companion. “How come that doesn’t surprise me?”
When he bid Shouto goodnight and slid into bed, he pulled out his phone and
pulled up Eijirou’s latest text to him.
I miss you.
It was a simple text, but it made Izuku smile nevertheless. He typed back
quickly.
We have a good plan. It will be okay.
***** All I Did Was Fail Today *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku and Mirio are sent to infiltrate a base of operations. They get
     more than they bargained for when members of the League of Villains
     show up.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. Chapter Title from "All We Do" by Oh Wonder.
     I might have gone a little overboard this chapter, since I'm finally
     introducing the plot (other than the love-plot).
The next day Izuku found himself being called to his internship part-way
through the day. The locker room was vacant when he grabbed his hero costume
and headed toward the front gate. Togata-kun met him there, his own costume in
a briefcase with a different number on the edge of it. The blond grinned and
waved until Izuku got closer, and then the boy hooked an arm around the omega’s
shoulders.
“You ready?” Togata sounded excited, but Izuku couldn’t help but miss the way
they had been teamed up with the other 1-A students with internships before.
Sure, it hadn’t ended up the way they had wanted it to, but at least he had his
friends—not that Togata-kun wasn’t his friend.
“Sure? What are we even doing? They didn’t give very much information…” Izuku
was about to start mumbling while pulling out his phone, glancing over the
texts he’d received. Just where to meet and that they were needed asap. Togata
shrugged and happily pulled the mumbling omega along with him toward the
trains, boarding one and guiding the green haired boy to a seat.
It wasn’t all that surprising that the beta had done all of that for Izuku,
they had worked together long enough that Mirio had some idea of his
particularities. When Izuku took stock of his surroundings again, Togata
ventured a question about how classes were going, “I hear that Class 1-A hasn’t
had any major training misadventures in a while. Does that mean everything’s
going well?”
Izuku frowned slightly and then nodded, “I guess you could say so. I think
we’re meeting the challenges placed before us adequately. A few of us should
probably train more than we have been lately.”
His answer was mostly in regards to himself—Shouto’s remark about not having
gone for a run (innocent though it was) made him feel guilty. Lately he’d been
more caught up in what was going on socially than his actual training. He
needed to buckle down. He glanced at his senpai and grinned light heartedly.
“How about you?”
The rest of the train ride was uneventful, drawing them toward their
destination. The two of them stopped at the bathrooms on the way out, changing
into their costumes before continuing to the meeting place. When they arrived,
Nighteye and Bubble Girl were already there, waiting for them.
“Sorry, the trains were a bit late today.” Togata-kun covered them easily
enough. Nighteye adjusted his glasses.
“You’re here, that’s good enough.” He then presented a tablet to them, the
screen already showing schematics of a building that looked for all the world
to be a regular office. Izuku read the name of the place and then glanced
across the street and down the block a few buildings. Mirrfield Corporate.
Izuku frowned and Nighteye spoke in a low tone. “The basement level is said to
house an illegal operation. We have witnesses to drug deals in the area and
other illicit activities. We need to get down there and see the extent to the
operation.”
His mentor continued to give them information and Izuku tried to soak it in
while memorizing the layout of the building. This was a lot like the first
training exercise, the one with Ochako, Iida, and Kacchan. He could do this.
“This is an infiltration, assessment of risk, and arrest scenario. Do your best
work.”
Nighteye turned them loose and both boys gave a firm nod, watching as the two
retreated into a building where they supposed their backup was waiting. Mirio
turned to him, already slipping his comm onto his ear. “Another test for you to
pass, Midoriya-kun.”
Izuku smiled and then reached up to place his own comm, tapping the button with
a determined look on his face. “I’ll pass it, Togata-kun. Just make sure you
keep up.”
The beta grinned in response and the two started toward their target.
                                     .~*~.
Infiltration was almost a cake walk, assessment was where the plan seemed to
start going off the rails. “What’s that hallway? It’s not on the schematics.”
Izuku gestured toward the hallway, whispering to his partner. Mirio frowned and
angled toward it, stopping at the keypad on the door. “Well it’s certainly
rather more secure than the rest of this place.”
Izuku couldn’t see why—they had already found the room where they stored the
product, the one where the product was packaged, and there were a lot of people
involved in this operation, mostly at the lower levels. They had yet to run
into anybody who seemed important, though the intel they had suggested that
they were down here presently. Izuku frowned at the keypad and then looked in
both directions in the hallway they were currently in, but he didn’t see anyone
coming. He dropped to the ground, eyes slanted to look under the door, where
the crack of light shone.
Nothing but more hallway. Except—was that? Mirio was taking off his helmet, as
though he was preparing to stick his head through the door and Izuku lurched,
grabbing his ankle to stop him. The blond looked down at his partner with a
curious expression and Izuku pointed to what he was seeing. “Motion detectors.”
Togata nodded and stuck his helmet back on, tapping the comm to let their
backup know about the door and the hallway beyond.
That is not the target. Stick to the plan.
Izuku climbed back to his feet and watched Mirio’s expression. It stayed
neutral as he answered.
Copy that.
Then the boy turned to him with a scowl set on his usually pleasant features.
“I hate it when they do that.”
Bootsteps echoed around the corner of their corridor, a muttering voice heard
just barely over that. The duo’s eyes widened and they looked for a hiding
spot. Some crates were stacked up on the opposite side of the wide hallway, and
Izuku grabbed Mirio’s shoulder as he dove behind one. They shuffled a bit to be
completely hidden, pressed between the crates uncomfortably, but Izuku had a
gap between crates where he could see the door. In case the person was going
through it, he would need that vantage.
The steps grew louder as they turned the corner and Izuku pressed a gloved hand
over his mouth and nose, breathing slowly until his lungs started aching.
Beside him, Mirio was holding his own breath, listening intently. The muttering
became more coherent, instead of the echoes making it impossible to pick words
out of.
“…and they send me all the way down here to feed the goddamn pigs. So stupid.”
Pigs? Izuku’s eyes popped wide as the man came into his small slice of view
into the hallway proper. Dabi—that goddamned—
His other hand shot out and grabbed at Mirio’s bicep, letting his partner know
that something big was happening. If that guy was here, this was a bigger
operation than they had thought. It was, at the very least, connected to a
member of the League of Villains. Dabi, meanwhile, sighed and rubbed the back
of his neck, hand extending to the keypad that was just out of Izuku’s view. He
leaned a bit further, trying to get a good view, but the villain’s body covered
it. Beeping of keys pressed followed and Izuku made a frustrated face. He
turned the handle and opened the door, Izuku watched the motion detector light
turn green briefly to admit the man before the door closed and, he presumed,
the light returned to red. He hadn’t gotten a good look beyond the door, other
than a hallway that seemed to match the one they were currently huddled in.
Izuku released his breath and turned to his partner. Mirio hissed at him, “Feed
the pigs? I doubt they’re really keeping animals down here.”
“You think they’re keeping people down here?” Izuku whispered back, glancing
over the crate at the now empty hallway.
“He’s bound to be back this way soon, he has to be headed back to where the
higher ups are.” Mirio started, but Izuku’s scrunched forehead made him pause,
“What is it?”
“That guy—he’s in the League of Villains. I think he is the higher ups.” Izuku
pressed a gloved hand to his chin as he puzzled over it.
“You heard him, he said ‘they send me.’ He’s not in charge here.” Mirio had a
point.
“Maybe they’re working with the League?” Izuku didn’t get much more of a chance
to puzzle out anything, as the door swung back open, letting the same man back
out.
“…disgusting. Filthy, worthless cretins.” He sneered as he shut the door behind
himself, and then turned back the way he’d come from. Izuku watched him
disappear around the corner and Mirio was already on his feet.
“I’ll follow, you find out what’s on the other side of that door.” The beta
commanded, his face set in determination.
“But that—”
“Isn’t the target, I know. But I also know you’re not going to let that go.”
Mirio glanced at him and then started down the hallway after the villain. Izuku
chuffed, but he knew that it wasn’t just him that wanted to help those people
trapped down here. Togata-kun also wanted to. So, he was going to.
Target identified as League of Villains operative. Tailing. Standby.
The comms buzzed in Izuku’s ear as Mirio spoke into them, ducking around the
corner. And then Izuku was alone in the hallway with the keypad he didn’t know
the combination to and a motion sensor he couldn’t deactivate. He supposed he
could kick down the door, but that would trip all sorts of alarms and make
Mirio’s job more difficult. Or… it might just speed it up. If Dabi returned to
the higher ups of this facility first, then Mirio would get his job done and
backup would be sent in. If Dabi turned around, Mirio might be found out, or
worse. Izuku studied the keypad, noting which buttons seemed to be pressed more
often. There had to be a way to figure out what the combination was from
deduction alone.
He searched his pockets and came up with: a protein bar, one dose of
suppressants, a smoke grenade, a small handful of caltrops, and a small
canister of water. He wasn’t carrying much because he hadn’t had time to invest
money in gadgets to put in his pouches yet. So he was stuck carrying almost
nothing. Now…. How could he use these? He put the suppressants back in the
pouch, knowing well enough that those would be practically useless. Then he
sighed and opened the protein bar, chewing thoughtfully as he tried to come up
with the remainder of his plan.
Targets acquired. Backup requested near the South Hall entrance.
Mirio’s voice was hushed, almost blending into the static. So Dabi had made it
back. Izuku finished chewing and flattened out the piece of foil that had
protected the bar before. Then he looked both ways down the hall and stepped up
to the keypad. The numbers 1, 2, and 4 were all noticeably used. Secure doors
often had a three to four-digit pin, so he could be looking at something as
simple as the three in order. But the two was more worn, so he had to assume it
was hit twice, meaning that the pin was four numbers long. With two twos in it…
His finger hovered over the pad as he heard the comm crackle to life again.
South door breach in 3… 2…
Izuku took a breath and then shrugged, knowing that at this point it would be
more helpful if he made a distraction. He pressed the flat of his palm against
the keypad a couple of times. It did nothing but make a painful beep at him. He
cringed and then glared at it, channeling One for All into his right leg and
raising it up, launching a powerful kick at the door. The door flew in, right
off the hinges, and sailed through the motion detectors, setting off blaring
alarms. The lights clicked off in the corridors and red lights that ringed the
ceiling down the hallways strobed. Izuku landed, sighing as his abandoned plan
had come to naught. He’d eaten the power bar for nothing.
His plan, you see, had been to input the correct pin after deducing it, and
then use the foil to reflect the motion detector’s beam without setting it off,
that way he could sneak in. Now he was just disappointed. He entered the
darkened hallway, the alarm’s noise echoing harshly off the concrete walls. It
felt like a fortress down here. Doors lined one of the walls starting about
twenty feet down the hall, and continuing all the way down to the end. The
other side of the hall had a couple of doors, all of them were closed.
As Izuku wandered further down the hall, he took in the doors—everything was a
neutral gray color, and while the walls were concrete, the doors were thick
steel with a single window in each. The windows were double paned and barred,
indicating that this was much more of a prison that Izuku had originally
thought it to be. He reached the first one and peered through the bars, into
the room, and gasped.
Bootsteps thundered down the halls and his comms were exploding with queries as
to positions, and then orders to breach immediately. Izuku whirled back to face
the door he’d kicked down moments ago as three figured burst through the
opening.
Deku, what’s your location?
Was he planning to come get him? No, he needed to stay put. Izuku was
fine—well, he should be. He didn’t have time to respond, however, as a fourth
figure joined the trio at the door.
“Izukuuuuuuu!” Her excited squeal and batting eyelashes made the omega cringe.
Himiko Toga—he’d say she was the bane of his existence, but she was more of an
annoyance than anything. At least she wasn’t pretending to be Ochako this time.
He glanced at the row of doors, his hand sneaking into one of the pouches at
his belt. His eyes snapped back to her as she began speaking again, a playful
pout on her lips, “What, you’re not gonna come over here and give me a nice
kiss?”
His eyes narrowed and he withdrew his hand, yanking the pin out and tossing the
smoke grenade in an underhanded throw toward the quartet. “Hey! That’s not very
nice!”
She cried out, but couldn’t move from her position behind the other three
before it went off just inside the doorway. Izuku waited for the smoke to
billow up before he started running. His legs drew him closer and he sucked in
a breath, holding it as he kicked himself up the wall, activating his full cowl
and angling himself so he could kick the guy on the right-hand side into the
middle guy and hopefully take out Himiko as well, all with one well-placed
kick. He used both his feet, as he had with Kacchan in the locker room, and
slammed into him. This time, as the guy was falling, he used the guy as a
launch-pad in order to backflip back out of the smoke.
As he landed he released his breath and sucked in another one, plunging forward
again, this time to the left side. He heard some cries and coughs from the
right-hand side as he hooked one hand over the guy’s shoulder and pushed him
down onto his knee, letting the man fall to the side as he gasped in pain. He
was beginning to think that all he would have to worry about was what to tie
them all up with when a hand reached out from the right and snagged the hood of
his costume, the one he usually let hang down behind his head. It stalled his
retreat, yanking him back from getting another breath of smokeless air.
He let out a strangled sound and another hand, this one curled into a fist, hit
him directly in the stomach, making him expel all his breath at once. He tried
to suck in another breath, but the smoke stung and he coughed once before the
same fist—it was Himiko’s—hit him under the chin, sending him stumbling
backwards. She let him go, watching as he righted himself and gasped for breath
outside of the smoke and she stalked after him. Seeing at least one of the
goons she’d brought with her getting up, he clutched at his throat with one
hand, still coughing, and with the other grabbed the caltrops and threw them
down between him and the villains. Then he took off for the nearest unlocked
door.
He reached up to tap his comm as he dove through the door, only to find it
missing. When had he lost it? He huffed and tried to move a large cabinet to
block the door, leaving it wedged just below the doorknob. It wouldn’t hold for
long, but it would have to be long enough. Izuku glanced around the room and
found a horror show—it was some sort of surgical room: machines that could hook
up to a patient, an operating table in the middle of the room with a lamp
directly over it. There were tools of the trade all over, and while they
certainly looked sterile, he would never want those to be used in the ways that
he was certain they were here.
He hid himself behind a large upright cabinet against the wall near the door
that had a good angle on the rest of the room. Given that they could get
through the door, they would have to come through it one at a time. He was
getting into a ready position when wall next to his head exploded inward,
rubble flying by his face. He managed to not get hit by any large chunks, but
the dust got in one of his eyes. He pinched it shut and yelped as more holes
were punched in the wall around him. This wasn’t Himiko’s quirk, he knew that
much. But there was at least one other guy to help her, if not all three of
them. He gasped and darted away from the wall, just barely managing to slip
away from a hand reaching for him through one of the holes.
A large bellow from the other side of the wall and then the entire wall was
crumbling. As the human wrecking ball arrived on the other side, Izuku took a
running leap at the lamp that hung over the operating table, hands hooking onto
the two handles on it’s either side. The movable arm of it swung and extended
fully, allowing Izuku to swing in and land a full cowl kick on the guy, sending
him stumbling backward through the hole again. Okay, this wasn’t the door, but
he was pretty certain the plan was to just pile through the hole in the wall
after him now.
Given that he was on his own here, he had to find a way to either incapacitate
them or skirt around them and make a run for it. The latter would mean that the
people down here might get hurt or moved before he returned with backup, so
that wasn’t really an option. Without his comm, Izuku couldn’t count on anyone
coming to help, at least not until the rest of the base was secured and Mirio
made his way back here for him. What would Kacchan do?
He grit his teeth and landed, running toward the hole with the idea of blowing
past them and getting the doors open. If he could get the prisoners out, then
he would be able to leave without too much fighting, leaving the captures up to
a larger team. The prisoners should be the priority. He sped out, but lack of
visual clearance meant that he wasn’t expecting the clotheslining he received.
The arm he hit was like a brick wall, smashing into him right above collarbone
level and knocking him on his ass. How could he have not seen that coming?
Himiko was giggling off to one side as the same guy, now sans shirt, was
scooping him up—one ham fist curled around his throat.
Izuku could hardly breathe, he was scrabbling at the hand wrapped around his
throat, squeezing tighter every second. Beyond the pounding of his own heart in
his ears, he heard Himiko whining, “Don’t kill him, I want to have fun with him
first.”
Then her voice dropped and became more ragged, her psychosis showing a bit, “I
want to rip him apart slowly, so I can enjoy it.”
He struggled, finally getting a lungful of air as he kicked and sputtered. The
guy was massive now, an almost All Might level of transformation in the guy
that had ahold of him. He was all muscle, chorded and strong, but not as strong
as One for All. Izuku, as a last-ditch effort, held one hand out in front of
himself, toward the guy’s torso, and flicked his finger, putting 100% of One
for All behind it.
It wasn’t ideal, breaking parts of himself, but when he had no other option he
was going to use anything he had. He gasped in pain as the hand released him.
He managed to land on his feet as the goon was smashed back through the wall
behind him, and then made a massive dent in the one beyond that. The guy
collapsed there in a heap as Izuku clutched his hand with the broken finger and
he sneered over at Himiko.
He opened his mouth and his voice came out scratchy, raw, and forced. “I’d like
to see you try.”
He wasn’t one for normally goading villains, but this time he was going for it.
His throat burned, feeling scorched as he spoke and he figured he shouldn’t do
that again. He straightened up and put a grin on his face, once again pulling
up full cowl before charging at her.
There was one other goon up, but he looked as though he were about to run for
it, so Izuku wasn’t too worried. He was more focused on Himiko. If they could
capture her, that would not only be a huge detriment to the League of Villains,
but he would feel a bit better about himself. As he charged, she reacted
similarly, cackling all the while.
“Oh, Izuku, I can’t wait to taste your blood!” She sing-songed in his direction
as they ran at one another. He kicked off from the floor and aimed to plant the
sole of his boot on her chest, but misjudged and was instead angled to her
face. He went with it because it seemed like that could also be a good option,
and he managed to avoid the swipe of one of her arms—the other arm, however,
knocked him off course and he wound up hitting her collarbone with his heel. He
heard the snap of bone, and cringed, knowing full well what that felt like.
She shrieked, spinning off to one side before she was laughing maniacally
again. He landed on his feet and danced to the side to keep both the enemies
that were still up in front of him. He balled his hand with the broken finger
into a fist and huffed, frustration boiling over. He had to refocus. He had to
get those prisoners free. As she charged again, he looked past her, at the
nearest door, and positioned himself accordingly, feigning a punch that she
moved to dodge and instead punching the door. It blew back, skidding on the
cement floor for a foot before dropping heavily to the ground.
That one move gave away his plan, though, and Himiko was onto him in a second.
She grinned and tapped her index finger against her head, “Smart move,
Izukuuuuu. But you won’t be able to save them all!”
She licked her lips and dove at him again, this time putting him on the
defensive and moving him further away from any of the doors. He launched
himself to the side, hoping to get past her, but she blocked him again and sent
him reeling backward. He kept trying, two and then three more times with little
progress. He kept pushing her back, little by little, just not enough to get
past her. Not enough to get to that next door.
Suddenly there were people behind her—backup! She glanced over her shoulder and
her eyes widened briefly before narrowing. She ignored the commands to stop and
bolted at Izuku, who prepared to counter her, but all she did was veer off
through the hole he’d made in the wall with the wrecking ball man, scooping him
up and pointing him at the nearest wall. He grunted and punched himself through
it with Himiko on his back, laughing and throwing jibes back at Izuku.
“You won’t be able to save them all, little Izukuuuu.” Then she cackled and the
thundering of another wall breaking, “And I’ll be coming back for you later~.”
                                     .~*~.
Mirio slung his arm around his shoulder on the train ride back to Yuuei and
grinned at him. “You managed to save a lot of lives today. I’d call that a
win.”
He stared down at his broken finger and he gave his senpai a wry smile. He was
under orders not to talk unless absolutely necessary, so he said nothing in
response. He knew the beta was just trying to cheer him up, considering both
Dabi and Himiko got away. Most of the people who worked at the illegal facility
were hauled away in handcuffs, except for a couple of lowlife thugs that
managed to slip the net and the one guy with the strength quirk that Himiko
used to get away. Still, even with all the people who were saved from being
operated on for who knew what kind of nefarious purpose, it still didn’t quite
feel like a win.
When they arrived back at the school, the omega almost didn’t feel like joining
the others at Hero Class, but he knew that not going would be worse. So he
headed straight there, already wearing his costume anyway. As he stepped into
the training room, he saw drill stations set up and everyone was wearing their
regular gym uniform. Momo was closest to him, having been taking a drink of
water when he entered. She pulled a face and motioned to him, “What happened to
you?”
He sighed and frowned, jerking a thumb at his throat and forcing out a couple
of painful words. “Bruised larynx.”
Apparently, this was enough to distract a good amount of the class, and they
all came over to investigate. “Whoa dude, what’s in your hair?”
Kaminari pointed to his hair, still coated with concrete dust. Then Ashido was
looking at him with wide eyes, hands on hips and pointing to his splinted
finger, “Only one finger this time, huh? You’re getting stronger.”
He wished; he felt he was just getting smarter about when and where to use it.
Mineta had narrowed eyes and he playfully jabbed punches at the air between
them, “I bet you got them good, yeah?”
Kacchan stood off to the side, arms crossed over his chest, glowering at
everyone. Kirishima stood a little way away from the blond alpha, eyes raking
over Izuku as though he were taking stock of the injuries. Izuku offered him a
small smile through the crowd. Aizawa-sensei let them get the most of it out of
the system, then shooed everyone away back to the stations. Kacchan and Eijirou
were the only two who really lingered, and Aizawa seemed to note that as he
patted Izuku on the shoulder, “If you’re up for joining today, we’re running
circuits of these drills. If not, I recommend you go rest up for tomorrow.”
Izuku put on a determined face and nodded toward the stations, indicating that
while he was tired, he was going to join his classmates. Aizawa-sensei nodded
and let him slip off to join the rest of his classmates. Eijirou waited for him
to join in before he stepped back up to a station, giving him a quick thumbs-up
before turning his full attention to the drill before him.
                                     .~*~.
That night Izuku was exhausted as Shouto tried to explain the math equations
assigned for homework. He was being sweet, having gotten Izuku a bowl of ice
cream (acquired from Satou) to ease his throat. It was only when Izuku woke up
on the alpha’s floor that he realized he’d fallen asleep in his room, and
Todoroki had left a blanket folded over him and a pillow shoved under his head.
The omega sighed and glanced toward the bed, seeing the alpha close to the
edge, with his hand hanging off the side. He was fast asleep, lips parted
slightly and face smooshed on one side against his pillow. Izuku considered
staying there, but one glance at his phone told him that it was only 11:40.
Most of the class was probably still awake. He folded the blanket, took his
notes and pencil with him and slipped out the door. He sighed and ran a hand
through his hair, glad he’d taken a shower as soon as they had finished Hero
Class. He’d needed it. Then he dropped off his notes in his room and ventured
downstairs to get a drink of water.
Hagakure and Ashido were sharing a blanket as they munched on snacks and jumped
whenever something happened on the television—a horror movie was playing on low
volume, but the audience was completely enraptured in what was going on the
screen. Surprisingly Kacchan was mashed into a corner of one of the three
couches, Kaminari having him trapped there with a bowl of popcorn on his lap.
Then Ashido and Hagakure were taking up the rest of that couch. Momo and Jirou
were snuggling up on another, with Kirishima at the other end of it. The
redhead’s eyes snapped up to meet his as his feet met the landing, and those
same eyes followed him as Izuku snuck past and into the kitchen.
Izuku had filled his glass with water when the comforting scent washed over him
and a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. Without even glancing back, he
allowed himself to sink back against that chest, tipping the glass to his lips
and taking a sip. Hair tickled his neck as a chin rested on his shoulder, red
eyes watching his every move.
***** No Going Back *****
Chapter Summary
     Izuku ponders what Himiko could have meant; Bakugou is not a bro.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd.
     Sorry for the slow update this time; had a friend in the hospital
     over the weekend.
Fingertips just barely skated over his swollen and bruised throat, concern
etched onto the alpha’s features. It didn’t hurt so much, but he was certainly
sensitive there. He tipped his head back to allow him more room and Eijirou
expelled a puff of air from his lungs, raising his head off Izuku’s shoulder to
press an open-mouthed kiss to his jawline. Izuku twisted his head to the side,
even though it hurt, to press their lips together, hot tongues tangling. A
small noise crept from the omega, a noise of wanting, of yearning for more. It
was soft, but there.
“Let me go, we need more fucking popcorn!” Kacchan’s voice broke the moment and
the redhead was reluctant to break the kiss. Izuku’s cheeks were pink, but
calming as he raised the glass of water to his lips again. Kirishima barely
managed to shift to the side, leaning against the counter beside the omega when
Kacchan burst through the doorway, banging the bowl on the counter next to the
microwave. Izuku didn’t bother looking, but he knew the explosive alpha was
looking at the two of them when he heard the “Tch.”
Eijirou raised his eyebrows, but turned his attention back to Izuku. “Do you
need ice for that?”
Izuku shook his head. Surprisingly the ice cream and cool water were helping.
However, since he was on the fifth floor now… He looked to Eijirou, but the
alpha was sharing a look with Kacchan across the room. Izuku tapped his hip,
but it didn’t break the apparent staring contest. Izuku frowned and splayed his
hand across his alpha’s stomach, patting it twice. He felt the muscles jump
under his hand as the redhead finally dragged his eyes back over to his omega.
Izuku sighed and tapped his index finger to his glass before pointing upstairs.
“You wanna take it with you?” Eijirou guessed, and then turned his back to
rummage through a cabinet, grabbing a water bottle before opening the freezer
and popping a few ice cubes into it, and then crossing back over to the sink.
Izuku finished off the water in his cup and placed it in the dishwasher. The
microwave went off, signaling the end of the popcorn heating. Eijirou ran the
water, testing the temperature with a finger as he went to fill the water
bottle.
There were some rustling sounds over by the microwave, a pause, and then the
bowl was picked up and footsteps retreated. Izuku glanced up and sighed with
relief, hand reaching out to tug on his alpha’s shirt. Eijirou glanced over at
him, the bottle half full, and Izuku tried to be patient. When the bottle was
finally full and the top was back on, Kirishima set it on the counter and
quickly moved to press Izuku back against the counter, lips on his. His arms
were wrapped around him and the redhead seemed to want to devour him. Whenever
he broke the kisses it wasn’t for long, but he murmured against his skin,
crooning praises at him. Most were incomprehensible, but the ones that weren’t
had him melting. Izuku would press his nose into his cheek whenever he would
start doing that, feeling the hands wandering over his body. Whenever they hit
a bruise or scrape, his skin would jump and Kirishima would take care the next
time he touched that place.
Izuku’s hands tangled in his hair, and then began wandering with earnest,
fingernails scraping bare skin wherever he could find it. Kirishima’s hands
hooked around his thighs and Izuku colored as he remembered the last time he’d
felt that—in the shower at 3 am. He was lifted to sit on the counter, and
Kirishima stepped into the vacated space, pressing their bodies close again.
The clock on the stove read 11:53 as Izuku tipped his alpha’s head back to seal
their lips together again.
The next sweep that the teachers did could come at any moment, and the omega
planned to make the most of the time he had left. Eijirou made a small rumble
in his chest. Not quite a growl and not quite a groan, but something in
between. Hands wandered underneath his shirt, careful not to press on his
wounds. Izuku broke the kiss with a gasp, pressing their faces together as he
barely whispered, “I want you in me.”
It hurt to speak, but he had to make sure his alpha knew. Knew he still wanted
him. Kirishima’s answer was in his eyes as they met Izuku’s green ones. If they
had the time, if they were in the right place—the alpha would give him anything
he asked. As it was, they both knew this wasn’t the time, nor the place. The
front door swung open, and Izuku dipped in for one last kiss before Kirishima
backed away, slipping his hands into Izuku’s to help him down from the
counter’s edge. With one last lingering look, he let their fingers slip from
each other’s and the redhead picked up the water bottle, handing it to Izuku
before turning away and heading out of the kitchen. Izuku stood there, holding
the bottle for a moment before he headed out, glancing at Kan-Sensei as the
homeroom teacher for Class 1-B poked around.
Kirishima was already back on the couch, right where he was when Izuku had come
downstairs initially. Izuku took the bottle of water and headed up to the fifth
floor. He was passing Todoroki’s room when the boy’s door creaked open and the
alpha leaned against the doorframe. “You okay?”
Izuku smiled and gave him a thumbs-up, and then lifted the water bottle to
indicate what he’d gone to fetch. Shouto nodded and glanced at Izuku’s door
before returning his gaze to the omega. “Goodnight, Midoriya-kun.”
He tossed and turned all night, the pain in his throat waking him a couple of
times and driving him to drink most of the bottle of water he’d brought up with
him. He was awake well before his alarm, dark circles around his eyes from lack
of sleep and pacing back and forth beside his bed. His alarm still hadn’t gone
off at 5:45 and there was a soft knock at his door. When he crossed to it and
pulled it open, Shouto stood there, one hand rubbing at his face as he sleepily
blinked.
“What’s going on? You’ve been up and down all night.” The alpha likely had
heard every bit of it as he’d gotten up and paced, laid back down and slept for
a bit before doing it all again.
“Just something that happened yesterday. It’s bothering me.” He reached up and
scrubbed his hand through his hair, frowning at the other boy. Shouto shoved
his hands into his pockets and frowned in return, then nodded toward Izuku’s
bed.
“Wanna talk about it?” The offer was nice, and Izuku thought about it for a
moment before he nodded his acquiescence, stepping back and angling his body to
let the other boy in. He trailed behind him and they both sat on the edge of
his bed, the covers still mussed from his restless night. When Izuku didn’t
start up immediately, Shouto raised his eyebrows and tried prompting him, “So
what’s bothering you about it?”
“Well, Himiko was there, and she kept saying ‘you can’t save them all.’” Izuku
huffed, “It didn’t seem like her just trying to goad me.” His voice was still a
low croak, and he had to drain the rest of his water bottle after saying as
much as he had already. He grimaced and pawed at his throat. Shouto was
matching Izuku’s frown with one of his own and he sighed before answering.
“Could it have been that she was just trying to get under your skin?” He
ventured. Izuku shrugged, not wanting to speak unless he had to. Shouto’s frown
only deepened. “If you think it’s something more, shouldn’t you go to Sir
Nighteye?”
Why wouldn’t he go to All Might? Oh. Yeah. Shouto didn’t know he was All
Might’s successor still. He sighed and rubbed his hand through his messy hair
once more and offered a smile to the alpha. “I’ll do that.”
It might not be a bad idea to mention this to his mentor anyway. At the very
least he should talk to Mirio-san about it. Shouto stood and offered his hand
to Izuku. The green haired omega was lost in thought, but took the hand in
front of his face, allowing the boy to lead him out of his room and starting
down the stairs. It wasn’t until Shouto placed a small plate with breakfast on
it in front of him that Izuku even realized that he’d been sitting in the
kitchen for a while now. He blinked up at the alpha and then back down at the
plate.
“For me?” his words were thick, and he gently tried to clear his throat without
much luck. Todoroki nodded and grabbed a glass of water, setting it next to
Izuku’s hand. Then he grabbed a plate with an identical breakfast and started
in. There were some sounds coming from around them as various classmates woke
up and began their day, but for now it was only Shouto and Izuku in the
kitchen.
As Izuku was tucking into the eggs with fervor, Kaminari charged into the room,
eyes wide and slightly out of breath, right on his tail was Kacchan, seemingly
having just returned from a morning jog. Denki squeaked as he skidded to a
stop, but the blond alpha all but plowed into him, trapping him against the
counter. It was clear that they hadn’t noticed the two others in the room,
because the alpha was on the electric beta like a man in the desert would drink
a cool glass of water. Izuku ripped his eyes away as Kacchan’s hands began to
wander. Shouto diligently kept his focus on his food, but had a thoughtful
expression on his face. Kaminari was the one to notice, and only when his alpha
had dipped down to nibble at his neck. “Eh-ehhhh! Kats-katsuki!”
He batted at the alpha’s shoulders, causing him to straighten up and sigh, a
frown working its way onto his face. He followed Denki’s gaze and gave a “Tch.”
Then he was departing, pulling an empty glass from the cupboard and filling it
with water. Kaminari followed suit, and then worked on pouring himself a bowl
of cereal. It was as Tokoyami was sleepily making his way into the cupboard for
another of his instant noodle dishes that Kacchan finally said something. He
was leaning back against the counter, trying to look cool and relaxed. “You’re
just going down the fucking line, aren’t ya Deku?”
Izuku nearly choked on the water he was sipping and Kaminari cursed as milk
splashed onto the countertop. Shouto lazily glanced up at the other alpha and
decided to respond himself. Tokoyami, meanwhile, was studiously trying to
ignore what was going on. Good for him. “What you’re implying about Midoriya-
kun is tasteless and offensive.”
Izuku turned his gaze, astonished, to Endeavor’s son, blinking owlishly as
footsteps brought more of their classmates into the kitchen. Ashido and
Hagakure were the next to arrive, sensing the tension the two of them tried to
mimic Tokoyami, sticking to the sides and not speaking. His alpha’s scent
curled into the room, causing Izuku to set his fork down on his plate. He was
about to turn to face the doorway when Kacchan responded, red eyes narrowed on
Izuku. “You mean as tasteless and offensive as fucking Kirishima in the shower
in the middle of the night?”
Everything stopped. Kaminari sputtered, Shouto’s mismatched eyes hardened on
Kacchan, Kirishima halted in the doorway. Ashido dropped a spoon on the floor,
Tokoyami’s eyes darted over to Izuku, Hagakure seemed a bit lost on what to do,
and Izuku? He went bright red.
Kacchan looked smug, crossing to the side of the table that Izuku sat on and
rapping his knuckles on the surface, making the water in Izuku’s glass ripple.
Izuku watched it, not wanting to look up at the blond alpha. “Don’t worry,
Deku, I’m sure Todoroki here is the forgiving sort. Hell, maybe he’s even into
it.”
He wasn’t sure what exactly made his temper flare—whether it was all the
pressure from yesterday’s mission, the lack of sleep, the words Kacchan was
using, or the betrayal he was certain Kirishima was feeling—but Izuku’s curled
fist met Bakugou’s chin as he stood up, making the alpha stumble back a few
steps. Someone gasped and Shouto stood suddenly, moving to place himself
between the often-feuding alpha and omega. Izuku took the hint and turned
toward the door, allowing the others in the room guard his exit. Kirishima
wasn’t in the doorway as the omega left, but he was giving more thought to his
own anger at the moment.
He was about to head up the third staircase when the hands grabbed him and
yanked him down the hallway. Izuku resisted for a fraction of a second before
he realized who it was and allowed the redhead to steer him into his new room,
shutting the door with a resounding snik. Izuku stood there, hands balled into
fists and staring at the floorboards until Eijirou’s arms wrapped around him,
the fight leaving the omega’s body almost instantly.
“I’m so sorry, I never thought he’d say anything like that, especially not in
front of anyone.” The alpha mumbled against Izuku’s neck, causing the omega’s
eyebrows to knit together. His voice was cracked and sounded horrid as he
barely whispered.
“How did he even know?” Izuku felt betrayed himself, somehow. As though there
were no way for his childhood friend to take back those words. He was just so
angry, and mostly because even though Kacchan had always said hurtful things
about Izuku, he’d never said them about Eijirou. It just felt crappy to have
gotten Kirishima involved in this sort of treatment. More than anyone, he
didn’t deserve it.
Kirishima sighed and fished his phone from his pocket, futzing with it behind
Izuku’s back before pulling far enough back to show the omega the text
conversation. Izuku read it and felt the pit form in his stomach. Kirishima
looked miserable. Izuku’s shoulders dropped and his arms wound themselves
around the redhead’s waist, pulling him close and letting Izuku murmur against
his exposed collarbone. “He was trying to get information out of you.”
Kirishima dropped his chin into Izuku’s hair and spoke into it, his breath
warming the other boy. “I know that now. I’m so sorry.”
Izuku dropped a kiss against the skin under his lips and glanced up at
Eijirou’s dejected expression. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known.”
There was more commotion outside, footsteps up the stairs and voices speaking
downstairs. Izuku knew he shouldn’t even be in the room with his alpha, lest
they were caught. Reluctantly, he broke away, leaving a brush of lips against
the redhead’s cheek as he slowly crossed to the door. He watched Eijirou as he
ducked out, closing the door between them as quietly as he could. He turned
around to find Todoroki leaning against the banister by the stairs, a neutral
expression on his face.
Izuku ducked his head, knowing that if the other boy wanted, he could easily
get them in big trouble. Shouto waited until the omega was closer, and then
extended his hand between them. As if nothing had happened. He hesitated for a
moment, meeting the mismatched gaze before he took the hand, letting the alpha
lead him back up to their rooms.
Shouto said nothing about it all day, gave him space while still being there
for him. Kaminari kept shooting him sympathetic glances, and Izuku avoided
Kacchan like the plague. He went to Recovery Girl and got his throat and finger
fixed early in the day, and by afternoon he was texting Mirio about meeting to
talk. The rest of the class kept looking between him, Shouto, Kirishima, and
Kacchan as though the four of them were a ticking time bomb. Izuku decided that
he couldn’t really blame them.
***** Watching Stars Without You *****
Chapter Summary
     Mirio helps Izuku out, Izuku makes a big mistake with Kacchan, and
     the shit hits the fan in the end.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. Chapter Title from "I'm Kissing You" by Des'ree.
Mirio-san met him in the cafeteria during Izuku’s break prior to Hero Class.
The beta’s third year class was finally getting lunch, which seemed late to
Izuku, but he didn’t bring it up. Off to one side of the booth, Nejire and
Tamaki were sitting together, the girl talking animatedly while Tamaki sat in
his usual sullen state. Mirio-san offered Izuku a seat and slid a bottle of
water his way, “How’s the throat?”
“Ah, I saw Recovery Girl this morning; she fixed me up.” Izuku half-mumbled,
taking the water gratefully. His throat still hurt, or maybe that was phantom
pains. He twisted off the cap and Mirio tipped his head to the side, watching
as Izuku took a long swig.
“You said you wanted to talk about yesterday?” Mirio’s lunch sat on the tray
untouched for now, and he picked up his fork, twisting the handle between his
fingers. Perhaps he felt as though something was off too. Either that or he was
impatient to eat (Izuku wouldn’t blame him for that if that were the case).
Izuku set the water bottle down on the table, still uncapped and within reach,
and began.
“You know how when we were separated I ended up against Himiko and her lot?” He
started, trying to frame this correctly. He recalled what Shouto had said, but
felt as though Mirio would have a better idea of whether or not Nighteye would
want to even hear about this. Mirio nodded.
“When I was following the one you pointed out to me—Dumby, or whatever his name
was.” Mirio said it with such a flat, neutral tone that at first Izuku was
going to continue, but the last part caught up with him and he snorted,
chortling behind his hand.
“It’s. Dabi. Actually.” Each word was punctuated by gasps of breath between
fits of giggling. Oh man did he want to use that the next time they ran into
one another. Mirio just looked slightly confused as Izuku turned red from
laughter. It was only after a few moments that Izuku was able to compose
himself and continue, but even so he was already in a better mood, even if
Mirio hadn’t meant it as a joke. “Well, when you were dealing with him, she
kept saying the same thing: ‘you can’t save them all.’ I just—what if she meant
more than to just goad me?”
Mirio seemed slightly shocked at first, and then his expression turned pensive
as he rested his chin in the palm of one hand. “You mean that there might be
more bases where they’re experimenting on people?”
To be honest, Izuku hadn’t wanted to think that far, to believe that more
people could need help. Ones that were out of his reach for now. Still, his own
expression gave enough away that Mirio clamped his lips and sighed, stabbing
his fork into his rice. “It’s worth mentioning to Sir Nighteye, if that’s what
you wanted to know.”
Izuku perked up, not allowing himself to get lost in thought this time. Mirio
kept on, “He may have already thought of that, given the situation, but it may
give him a better direction to look in.”
Their chat wrapped up quickly, with Izuku thanking the beta before allowing him
to finish his lunch. Before he slipped from the booth completely, however,
Nejire wrapped him in a hug and told him to be careful. Tamaki glanced at him,
not saying anything until his hand snaked out and his fingers looped loosely
around Izuku’s wrist. The green haired omega turned back toward the third year
with wide eyes.
“Say hi to Eijirou-kun for me?” His voice was soft and he wouldn’t meet Izuku’s
eyes, but the alpha’s words were all he really needed. Izuku offered him a
small smile and nodded in response. Then Tamaki released him and Izuku went to
meet up with the others of his class in the locker rooms.
                                     .~*~.
Eijirou was popping his daily dose of suppressants as Izuku stepped into the
locker room. He didn’t hesitate, just walked up to him and bumped his shoulder
with his own. The alpha frowned at him but glanced his way as he shirked his
shirt in preparation for Hero Class. He raised an eyebrow at the omega and
Izuku forgot how to speak for a moment before he cleared his throat and jerked
his thumb over his shoulder to indicate where he’d just been. “Tamaki-senpai
wanted me to say hi to you for him.”
Eijirou’s eyebrows both raised this time before they knit together and he
narrowed his eyes at the omega. “Where’d you see him at? Is he out there now?”
Izuku shook his head, “The cafeteria. I had to speak to Mirio-senpai about
something that happened yesterday.”
Before he was too much later, he would have to change as well, so he reached
for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head in a smooth action.
Eijirou’s eyes flicked over him and then he made a small sound, looking as
though he were about to say something when Kacchan barged through the gap
between them, already in his track suit as he growled at Kirishima. The jacket
was open, revealing the black tank top he was wearing beneath it, not that
Izuku could see as much from right behind him.
“I might let Halfie over there try, but not a beta like you, shitty-hair.”
Bakugou’s voice was low, and it was only the small group nearby, which included
Todoroki, who heard his words. Before Kirishima could reply, Bakugou spun and
snatched up Izuku’s bandaged wrist, yanking him toward Izuku’s locker. The
omega’s back thumped against it, but not nearly as hard as it had when the
blond alpha had crushed him against them before. Kacchan sneered at him and
pointed to his locker. “Get ready for class, Deku.”
Izuku’s green eyes started toward Eijirou’s form, over Kacchan’s shoulder, but
the blond reached past his head, slamming his palm against the front of the
locker. “Oi, Deku, what did I just tell you?”
His eyes snapped back to Kacchan’s red ones and something in him instinctively
listened. As his eyes dropped and he tipped his head slightly, his heart began
hammering, his brain trying to catch up with what he was just automatically
doing. Kacchan’s pleased expression, the way he was tipping himself forward,
leaning into the omega—it was all wrong.
A throat cleared somewhere in the locker room—Aoyama—and the spell was broken.
Kacchan froze, mouth poised to bite the juncture where his neck met his jaw,
and drew back after a moment, playing it off as though everything was as it was
meant to be. Izuku watched with dinner plate sized eyes, afraid that if he
blinked, he’d do something stupid again, like willingly submit to the explosive
alpha. The rest of the class looked on as Kacchan stormed out of the locker
room and Izuku slowly turned to face his locker, humiliation welling up inside
of him.
After everything—after all the shit that Kacchan had dragged him through—why? A
locker slammed and Izuku jumped, mechanically changing into the track uniform.
The locker room door opened and closed a few times and it seemed as though
everyone had left. At least until Shouto leaned up against the locker to the
right of his. Izuku’s heart skipped a beat and he carefully, quietly, closed
his locker.
“Bakugou’s really your choice?” Shouto didn’t seem to find it disgusting so
much as disappointing, taking his tone and facial expression into account.
Izuku stuttered, doing his best to deny what he’d just done.
“I didn’t—I don’t—” He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he tried to gather his
thoughts into words, “He’s not. He just… likes to think he is.”
As an explanation, it sucked. Izuku almost didn’t want to look at Todoroki to
see what sort of impact it had. A hand reached out and tipped his chin up,
mismatched eyes meeting his green ones. “If he’s not your choice, then fight
back.”
Just like that, Shouto dropped his hand back to his side and retreated to the
door of the locker room, glancing back as his hand reached for the handle, “You
coming?”
Izuku blinked and nodded, a strange sort of smile making its way onto his face.
Shouto was going to make an awesome alpha. As Izuku followed him out to join
everyone else, he felt Kacchan’s eyes follow him, but he ignored it. Instead he
focused on what All Might was explaining. It was during the exercise for the
day that he sidled up to Eijirou, elbowing him gently. He was ignored, the
alpha not giving him the time of day even when he tried talking to him.
By the time the Hero Class was finished, Izuku had more than received the
message that Kirishima was not going to even acknowledge his existence. All
Might made an announcement about a weekend retreat that would happen in two
weeks’ time, and to get their parents to sign off on it. Apparently, it was to
be more training than retreat, but Izuku was more concerned about his alpha at
the time, so he only heard about half of what it was about. He took the waiver
and jogged after the redhead as he entered the locker room, but Kirishima was
very good at brushing him off, including ripping his shoulder out of Izuku’s
grasp and turning his back on the omega.
Bakugou slammed his shoulder into Izuku’s and grumbled under his breath at him,
“He finally realized whose you are. Time you fucking realized it too.”
But Izuku gritted his teeth this time. “I don’t belong to you, Kacchan. I never
have, and I never will.”
The blond snorted and smirked as he motioned with his chin toward Izuku’s
bandaged wrist, “My bite over there says otherwise, omega.”
Kaminari, who’d been in the midst of changing his pants, stopped and stared for
a moment, but Izuku narrowed his eyes at the alpha before him. “I don’t know
what you’re talking about. This is an injury I got yesterday fighting a
villain.”
Kacchan raised his eyebrow and finished pulling on the uniform jacket. “Is that
so? Then how come it wasn’t healed when you visited Recovery Girl? Your
throat’s feeling much better, I see.”
He felt backed into a corner, any excuse he made would only feel flimsy. That’s
because it was exactly that: an excuse. Not the truth. Kaminari had finished
pulling on the uniform pants and was rushing out after the blond alpha. That
was when Izuku realized that Kirishima was already gone. His face fell and he
retreated to his locker, changing quickly and vowing to catch up with him at
the dorms.
Kirishima didn’t leave his room all night, and Izuku gave up when it was
midnight and he still hadn’t showed his face. He didn’t answer to Izuku’s
knocks or pleading, and so the omega curled up in his bed, feeling more stupid
than ever. He finally fell asleep around 1:00 in the morning, but what woke him
at 4:13 wasn’t his alarm.
A hand over his mouth, pressed down until he felt like he couldn’t breathe, a
breathy laugh in his ear and Himiko’s crooning voice, “I told you I’d be back
for you, Izukuuuuu~.”
***** As Long As We're Still Alive *****
Chapter Summary
     The bond bite is found, and Eijirou tries to protect Izuku.
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd. Chapter title from "Shae the Earth" by Michael Aasen.
He remembered struggling; he remembered sickly sweet whispers in his ear; he
remembered sharp glances of pain in his fingers, his toes, dancing over his
ribs; he remembered gasping for air after being pressed back into the cold hard
floor time and again, hand wrapped around his throat; he remembered wondering
why no one had come to help him, to save him.
When his eyes blinked open it was still dark outside his single window, but the
lights were all on and there was a dull roar of voices outside his door. All
Might, Aizawa-sensei and Principal Nedzu were all in his rooms, the latter two
were talking in hushed tones over by the window and All Might was seated on the
edge of the bed, his hand covering Izuku’s own. He sat up with a gasp, hands
clutching at his various broken parts—or what should have been broken, anyway.
Everything seemed whole, but tender. Immediately All Might was trying to push
him back down onto his back, trying to be soothing with his words, “Midoriya,
my boy, be careful! Lay down, we’re not certain what has happened to you.”
“I was—I—They had me and they—” He stuttered a gasped, his heart pumping fast
as adrenaline coursed through his veins. All Might’s expression was that of
worry.
“Slow down, take a breath.” He paused, waiting for Izuku to begin listening to
him, “Who had you?”
Aizawa-sensei and Principal Nedzu started approaching the bed slowly, but Izuku
was shaking too hard to be able to construct a coherent sentence. He managed to
gasp out “The League” but then he saw Aizawa’s shoulders sink.
“I believe he’s just stressed. Probably nothing more than a bad dream.” Aizawa-
sensei’s words were quiet, but he heard them. What? No, that couldn’t have
been—yet he was still here, in his bed, and seemingly unscathed. Principal
Nedzu held up a paw to stop his homeroom teacher from continuing and crossed to
stand close to where Izuku was sitting up again, All Might’s arms wrapped
around his shoulders.
“Mr. Midoriya, you have been present on Yuuei grounds all night, according to
my staff. Is it possible you have only suffered a nightmare?” His voice was
calm, but questioning. All Might was glowering at him again, Izuku could see.
He shook and clenched his hand in his own sleep shirt, balling up the fabric
tightly in his fist. “M-maybe? I don’t know. Are you sure?”
It wasn’t like he had any definitive proof one way or the other. Perhaps it had
just been a terrible dream. He’d been under a decent load of stress lately.
Maybe his and Kirishima’s fight (could you even call it that?) had tipped him
over the edge. The Principal hummed and stroked his chin with his paw. “The kid
with the brainwashing ability. In General Studies. Fetch him.”
He spoke over his shoulder and Aizawa-sensei was stunned for a moment before he
nodded and crossed to the door, pulling it open for long enough that Izuku saw
the small crowd camped outside his door. As the door was pulled shut, the den
of voices beyond it swelled, all asking questions. He couldn’t tell who was
asking what, but there was a sudden loud yell that Izuku could identify as
Kacchan.
“Let me in. He’s my omega, let me in dammit! Fuck you, I’ll blow your goddamn
brains out—” But there were no explosions to follow, so Izuku had to assume
that they had quelled him enough to prevent him from coming in. Not that he
would have minded seeing the familiar face at the moment. What with the
Principal eying him the way he was. Izuku shivered and All Might spoke as the
noises from beyond the door quieted back down again.
“What do you think Young Hitoshi will find?” His tones were low, carefully
neutral. Izuku’s shaking wouldn’t stop.
“I’m hoping nothing.” The Principal didn’t wish to continue that vein of
conversation and instead tilted his head to eye the bandage looping Izuku’s
left wrist. “What happened there?”
His question was quiet, not accusatory, but Izuku couldn’t find it in himself
to answer. All Might took the bandaged limb in his hand and turned it over,
expression even more concerned. He glanced at the Principal and then at Izuku’s
far-away look. As his mentor began unwrapping: slowly, gently, carefully, and
Izuku tried to pull his arm back toward himself, not wanting the adults to find
what he had hidden there. At the same time, he didn’t have much strength in him
to resist.
When the bandages had come off and sat in a heap on the bedspread between
himself and All Might, the blond pro-hero released a breath, eyes closing as he
held onto Izuku’s wrist. The Principal’s stern expression did nothing to
comfort the omega, and he ducked his head and let the tears well up in his
eyes. All Might’s arm wrapped around him and drew him close, Izuku’s forehead
resting against the hero’s bony collarbone. Izuku choked on a breath of air,
swallowed some and let his sobs slip out with his words. “It’s Eiji’s; it’s
Eiji’s. Please, don’t take him away from me.”
All Might just held him, and he heard some sounds like footsteps approaching
the door—two pairs—and there was a ruckus stirred up out there with his
classmates. As Aizawa-sensei started through the door, trying to slip in
without affording the entire class a glimpse at what was going on inside, the
Principal crossed to him and whispered something before his homeroom teacher
ducked back out. There was another chaotic moment before the door opened just
enough to admit the trio inside: his alpha’s scent curling around the room, the
stench of misery seeping along with it.
Izuku jerked his head up, tear filled eyes peering over All Might’s shoulder at
the redhead, who looked about ready to kill anyone who came between them. No
one stopped him as Kirishima nearly threw himself onto the omega, All Might
backing off and standing near the foot of the bed. His alpha might have been on
suppressants, but the soothing wave of pheromones he was producing in Izuku’s
direction felt as though they were at full strength regardless. Eijirou’s hands
wandered everywhere, patting around and looking for injuries, skating over the
bond bite on his wrist with a questioning look. That was when the Principal
spoke up.
“Even though I explicitly forbade your relationship, you still gave Mr.
Midoriya a bond bite.” An accusation this time, stern, and it made Eijirou
glance back at Izuku again. Their eyes met before he sighed and returned his
attention to Principal Nedzu.
“Yes, I did.” His proclamation was strong, unwavering. Izuku’s heart felt like
it had stopped momentarily and his eyes skipped over to see Shinsou’s usually
bored expression not so bored this time. His face still held at neutral, but
his eyes were sparked with light, as though he were finally interested in the
world around him. The last time he’d seen that was in the ring during the
Sports Festival. Izuku’s shaking was slowing with the nearness of his alpha and
the outpour of alpha scent coming from him.
“I don’t know if I would classify you as brave or stupid.” Aizawa-sensei huffed
under his breath, and Principal Nedzu gave him a warning look. Aizawa fell
quiet and Kirishima wrapped Izuku up in his arms, giving the animal-Principal a
challenging look over the omega’s shoulder. Izuku’s shaking was only in fits
and starts now and he hid his face in Eijirou’s neck, inhaling the scent more
closely to the skin.
“Admittedly, I’m not pleased by this disobedience, but in lieu of what we were
alerted to tonight, it’s secondary on my list.” The Principal turned to look at
Shinsou, his paw extending toward him.
“Mr. Hitoshi, I was hoping you could assist us with something.” The way the
Principal addressed him was much warmer than he had Kirishima. Shinsou looked
as though he didn’t know if he could say no. The Principal went on, describing
what they were looking for from him. Meanwhile, Eijirou was watching everything
that was going on with hard eyes, daring anyone to get close. Izuku felt his
fingertips dancing over the bond bite on his wrist, back and forth, as he held
the green-haired omega close to him.
When Aizawa-sensei reached out to beckon Shinsou toward them, Izuku heard
Kirishima begin to growl only to swallow it down and slowly back off until he
was sitting pretty much where All Might had been before he was in the room.
There were some loud shouts from outside the room, but Izuku didn’t hear it, he
just heard Shinsou speak quietly to him, “I’m not against you this time,
Midoriya-kun. I don’t want to hurt you, you have to know that.”
He knew what was expected of him, so he reached out toward Shinsou while he was
still himself, and clasped his hand on the beta’s, “I know, it’s okay.”
And then he didn’t feel like himself—or he did, he just felt like he was
watching everything from behind a screen; that someone else was at the controls
of his body. There were questions, he heard them, but he couldn’t quite control
how he answered. What he gathered, however, was that he felt as though his
dream was something that had really happened, regardless of the evidence
otherwise. When he finally felt himself back at the helm, so to speak,
Shinsou’s hands were gently placed on his face, thumbs brushing away stray
tears and his eyes calm and assessing. Kirishima had moved to sit behind him,
so he was leaned back against his alpha as Shinsou tilted his head and asked
him another question. “Are you okay?”
Izuku nodded, watching as the beta retreated to a respectful distance, and All
Might looked to Aizawa-sensei and Principal Nedzu. Eijirou leaned in and
nuzzled his cheek as they waited for someone to say something. It was Principal
Nedzu who eventually broke the silence. “There’s no evidence that anything was
actually done to you, Mr. Midoriya. I don’t want to discount this event
however, seeing as you feel the way you do and woke the entire house with your
screaming, so I believe we will have to wait to see if it happens again.”
That didn’t sound good to him, a jolt of fear traveled through him at the
thought of going through all of that again. It felt so real. All Might began to
protest, but Principal Nedzu cut him off, “Of course, seeing as how you are
bonded, and how well Mr. Hitoshi’s Quirk worked in this situation, we may need
to formulate a plan of attack.”
As the adults in the room discussed various details and possibilities, Izuku
watched the fluctuations in Shinsou’s expression and listened to Eijirou’s
steady breathing in his ear. He knew why he’d lied about the bond, but why had
Eijirou? He’d been so angry yesterday, and now he just… wasn’t. Had the night’s
events changed his mind?
“If someone had a Quirk that allowed them to implant memories, or relay events
in dream-form…” Aizawa-sensei was murmuring with All Might as Principal Nedzu
listened intently. All Might tipped his head, watching Izuku for a moment
before Principal Nedzu spoke up.
“We should arrange one of the rooms in Recovery Girl’s suite, get at least Mr.
Midoriya over there tonight.” As he turned to set one of the teachers off to do
just that, Izuku felt Kirishima tense up behind him and raise his voice.
“I’m not leaving his side.” The words felt like they were the fighting kind,
punching out into the room. Nedzu just turned and flapped a paw in their
direction.
“Don’t you worry about that, Mr. Kirishima. Legally we cannot stand between the
two of you, so you may follow Mr. Midoriya where you wish.” Eijirou’s muscles
relaxed their grip on him and Izuku turned his head slightly to meet his red
eyes. Eijirou held his gaze, but remained unreadable for the time being.
“Hitoshi, you may be called upon again. I apologize for disturbing your night.”
Aizawa-sensei apologized to the beta, who shrugged a shoulder and motioned to
the door.
“Can I go?”
Aizawa nodded and gestured a dismissal and Shinsou slipped through the door,
starting up the dull roar from outside once more. After that All Might and
Principal Nedzu instructed their remaining classmates to return to their rooms,
escorting Eijirou to his room so he could pack a few items. Izuku was
accompanied by Aizawa-sensei, who said nothing and merely watched as he packed
a few items. He barely bothered to make his own bed, just tugging at the
blanket so it laid haphazardly on the mattress. As Aizawa led him down the
stairs, toward the front door, Izuku noticed all the open doorways, all the
bedroom lights on, and all the curious or concerned faces peering at him. No
one said a word, but a few offered him smiles that spoke of reassurances that
surely would have slipped off their tongues had the teachers not been present.
Eijirou and All Might met them at the door, a bag slung over the redhead’s
shoulder. The alpha said nothing, but reached out and laced their fingers
together. It made Izuku’s heart leap into his throat, and he glanced down at
their joined hands as they made their way through the campus. The room they
were shown to was one of the ones that were used for unruly alphas and omegas
in heat. Idly, Izuku wondered if this had been the one Kacchan had been in for
those few days he’d been separated. There would be no way to tell, seeing as
the whole room tended to be scrubbed down and replaced after an occupant left.
The two were left to settle in, with promises that Recovery Girl was just down
the hall if they needed anything.
Izuku sat heavily on the bed while Kirishima unpacked a few items, setting them
on the shelf above the dresser. It took the redhead a while, and Izuku watched
his movements. When he was finished, he tossed his bag onto the floor, in the
corner by the dresser, and turned to look at Izuku. Red eyes skirted the room,
noting the camera hub in the upper right. Then he crossed and sat next to the
omega, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.
“Why did you tell them it was mine?” His words were hushed, so if the camera
had audio it wouldn’t pick them up. He didn’t seem particularly upset about it.
Izuku sighed, turning his left wrist over in his lap so he could get a better
look at the hardly faded bite.
“I don’t want Kacchan—I could never be Bakugou’s mate.” He began, and then
turned his eyes to Eijirou’s face, studying it as he continued, “I didn’t want
to lie to my Mom, but I did. I know you were mad at me today, but even though
you were… even if… I want to be yours. I want to be your mate.”
It was stilted, not fully explained, and not the kind of confession he’d been
hoping to give, especially with the different emotions tugging at his alpha’s
features, but it was the best he could do. He lifted a hand to rub at his face,
exhaustion catching up with him, when he was suddenly crowded, pushed onto his
side and had Kirishima laying on top of him, pressing him into the mattress.
Hot breath puffed on his neck and Izuku shivered, green eyes taking in their
new position, Eijirou’s mouth open just centimeters from his neck, eyes wide
and filled with something powerful as he paused, looking to Izuku.
Then his tongue lapped at Izuku’s skin and tore a ragged groan from the omega.
Eijirou closed his mouth and nuzzled against the damp flesh, eyes closing in
contentment. When the alpha spoke, it rumbled against Izuku. “If I bite you
now, they’ll be able to tell the one on your wrist wasn’t mine.”
Izuku nodded, knowing it made sense. Just as it had before. He let the warmth
of Kirishima’s body seep into his, making him feel safe. He didn’t know when it
happened, but he dozed off a few times in the remainder of the early morning
hours. No nightmares overtook him, he just woke up feeling more content than he
had in a long while, curled into the arms of his alpha.
***** To Right Some Wrongs *****
Chapter Summary
     Class reacts and Shinsou?
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd.
     Sorry about the lengthy wait for this chapter, I've had quite a lot
     of traveling under my belt for the past couple of weeks and it's made
     me pretty tired. That being said, that is not the norm. So I am back
     on the writing train!
In the morning before class Izuku took a shower, trying to make the day feel
right. He knew that once he entered the classroom he wouldn’t be left alone
about last night’s events, so he might as well shore up and give himself the
best beginning he could. Fortunately, Eijirou felt the same way and as Izuku
threaded his fingers through his hair with shampoo he heard the door to the
shower swing open, a cold gust of air from outside the stall hitting his back
and making him shiver. He glanced over his shoulder to see Kirishima pulling
the door closed behind himself, red eyes flicking to meet Izuku’s green ones.
The alpha’s arms wrapped around Izuku’s chest, fingers splaying against his
skin as his head ducked to press a chaste kiss to his shoulder. Izuku hummed
and rocked back on his heels, pressing his back flush against Kirishima’s
front. Their remaining time in the shower was peppered with feverish make out
sessions between washing themselves off, Izuku gaining a small cut on his
tongue from Eijirou’s teeth when he nipped a bit too hard.
When they were finally dressed and ready to attend class, Eijirou led the way
through the halls with Izuku trailing behind, yawning every few steps. The
redhead waited for him outside the homeroom door, only twisting the handle when
Izuku seemed ready to go in. Instantly, their classmates were on top of them.
“Are you two really mated?” Ashido nearly pounced on the two of them, bouncing
up and down with her hands balled into fists. Ochako was giving Izuku a smile
from her desk, but more of a reassuring kind, and a few of the others asked how
he was doing after last night. It seemed the whole class was rather anxious
about the whole thing. It wasn’t until Kaminari reached out from where he’d
been inching closer to the omega and looped his fingers around his wrist that
Izuku paid him much mind.
“We need to talk.” Was a quiet whisper, lost in the din of Ashido’s constant
excitement and Tsuyu wanting to confirm that he was alright. Izuku’s wide eyes
fell to the electric blond, and Kirishima’s red eyes measured the interaction
before giving a single nod. Izuku stammered out an apology to the two girls who
were still congregated around him and ducked out into the hallway with
Kaminari. The blond looked both ways and then continued down the hall, walking
them around the corner, and then down another hallway. Izuku’s heart was doing
strange things inside his chest, and he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel
about this. When Kaminari stopped, he leaned back against the wall.
It took a long moment of silence, which left Izuku squirming, before Kaminari
tipped his head to the side and looked pointedly at his uncovered wrist. “When
did Katsuki do that?”
The question halted all thought and Izuku couldn’t even breathe for a
moment—how did Denki know? Something must have shown on his face, as though he
were about to correct him, because the blond shook his head and swiftly
unbuttoned his jacket, raising his shirt to nipple height. “Don’t try lying to
me, I know what his bite looks like.”
On his right side, just below the pectoral muscle, there was an emblazoned
imprint of teeth. The very same that adorned Izuku’s wrist. Kaminari raised his
eyebrows before dropping his shirt back into place, leaving the jacket
unbuttoned for now. He finally managed to squeak the words from his dry mouth,
“On a weekend… couple weeks ago.”
His voice tapered until it was barely audible and Kaminari sighed, casting a
look back down the hallway in the direction they came from. “He’s not going to
give up until Kirishima actually bites you.” Then he met Izuku’s green eyes
with his own yellow ones, a frown twisting his lips, “What’s the hold up
anyway?”
It hit close to home, making Izuku feel as though something was wrong with
him—with his relationship with his alpha. He muttered his answer at first and
Kaminari reached out to push his shoulder with a few fingertips. It made him
tilt his head up, so he was no longer talking at the floor, and speak up. “He
says he wants to wait for it to fade—it’ll be less noticeable that it isn’t his
bite from before if Kacchan’s is gone. Besides, he doesn’t want to piss Kacchan
off—ruin their friendship.”
Kaminari’s neutral expression wasn’t helping Izuku feel any better about it. It
was logical, but it didn’t make him feel as though he were truly wanted by the
red-haired alpha. The blond frowned and gave a sound that was reminiscent of
Kacchan’s ‘tch’. He looked off to the left before he said anything.
“Kirishima’s an idiot then. Katsuki will be pissed off, sure, but he’d respect
him. Right now, I know he sees him as weak. Not even really an alpha since he’s
not outright challenging him.”
Izuku’s shoulders drooped. This had been a long-standing problem, he knew, but
he hadn’t been able to change his alpha’s mind. “Well, you try telling Eiji-kun
that. He won’t hear it from me.”
Kaminari’s frown only deepened and he leaned forward off the wall a bit. “It’s
not like he’d listen to a beta over an omega, Midoriya, he’s always held you
and Yaoyorozu in higher esteem than most alphas do.”
This caused Izuku to sigh and coupled with his downcast expression, it must
have been enough for Kaminari to not want to see it anymore. The blond crowded
his space, pushing him right up against the opposite wall, just hugging him. He
spoke low, in his ear, “I’ll try, though. For you.”
When they returned to class, Izuku felt the burning of red eyes on his back and
he knew that Kacchan must be angry with him. He didn’t wish to encourage it, so
he purposefully let it be. By lunch time, he wasn’t surprised when he was left
to eat with Iida and Ochako and Kaminari pulled Kirishima aside. He enjoyed
Ochako’s company, even if Iida seemed a bit more distant than he had been
before. Don’t get him wrong, the orange juice loving alpha was talking to
him—but he only tackled the dream portion of Izuku’s long night.
“So, you think they could be targeting you through some quirk?” Iida didn’t
sound disbelieving, in fact he seemed to consider this deeply, pressing the
tines of his fork to his lips in thought.
Izuku shrugged and glanced at Ochako briefly, “Well, Principal Nedzu seemed to
think it was a possibility. I don’t know… it could have just been a dream, I
guess.”
Iida hummed at that. Ochako took the chance to change the subject, “So when did
it happen? Was he romantic about it or was it a heat-of-the-moment type thing?”
She asked, tapping his wrist with her index finger. It made Izuku hesitate, as
he hadn’t planned an answer to that sort of question. He was just opening his
mouth when Ashido plopped herself and her tray down on his other side in the
booth, leaning her chin on her hand, “Oooohh! I wanna hear this too! I bet he
was romantic, huh? He’s the kind of alpha I would like to have…”
Her excitement gave way to wistfulness, and Izuku felt heat rising in his
cheeks. He started to open his mouth again, but fortunately he was saved by the
very alpha they had been talking about. He came from the opposite side of the
booth that Ashido had and gave Izuku a look before glancing at Iida. “Would you
mind if I borrowed—”
Iida, however, just raised his eyebrows and met Kirishima’s gaze with his own
unwavering one. “He’s yours, isn’t he?”
This seemed to make the redhead pause, trying to consider his approach. Then he
nodded firmly and gestured to the green haired boy. Izuku watched as Ochako let
him out, and he scooted himself and his tray toward the edge, carrying the food
with him toward the trash can. He wasn’t sure he was even hungry anymore. To be
perfectly honest, he’d only been picking at his food from the start, and he’d
been a little bit surprised that Iida hadn’t reprimanded him for it. He
supposed the alpha felt as though it was no longer his responsibility. Somehow
it made him sad—he’d really liked Iida’s day-to-day pack maintenance.
Kirishima led the way through the crowded cafeteria, and down a few hallways.
It almost looked as though they were headed back to their room in Recovery
Girl’s wing, from what Izuku could remember from this morning. His brows
furrowed and he was about to ask when Kirishima reached back for his hand.
Izuku took it without a second thought, letting their fingers weave together.
They didn’t speak until they were right outside the room, and Kirishima leaned
up against the door as opposed to going through it. That must be because he
wanted somewhere quiet, but he didn’t want the cameras.
It took a long moment of the redhead staring at the floor before the omega
prompted him by stepping closer, into his space. Kirishima glanced up,
blinking. “I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?”
Izuku tilted his head to the side, his hair fluffing in that direction. He
frowned, but Kirishima just reached out for his hands. “I didn’t even stop to
think of how it would make you feel. I just… I wanted it to be perfect, you
know?”
He must be talking about the bond bite. So Kaminari had gotten through to him.
Kirishima licked his lips, seeming to consider his next words as their hands
hung between them. “I still want to do it right. I don’t want you to regret how
it happened.” Then he jerked his chin up, looking quite a bit more confident
now, “If you give me until the end of the week, I guarantee you won’t. If you
still want me, that is.”
Izuku’s eyes lit up and he swooned closer to the alpha, leaning their foreheads
together. “I’ll wait.”
Kirishima released a breath neither of them knew he was holding and he tipped
forward to seal their lips together. The kiss was drawn out, sweet, and
surprisingly chaste. It was more love than Izuku had ever thought would be
aimed at him, especially given how their relationship had begun. Heat sex. It
almost was laugh-worthy to think that it had taken that to get the two of them
started.
The rest of the day passed normally, Hero Class was more drills and a long run
at the end. By the time Izuku crawled into bed he was both physically and
mentally exhausted. With Eijirou’s arms wound around him, he sunk into sleep
without hesitation.
That night he had what seemed to be regular nightmares, the type that had him
tossing and turning. Eijirou nudged him awake enough to disrupt the dreams
diligently through the night, but nothing near on the level of the previous
night’s experience. The next morning he felt just as tired as he had felt
crawling into bed. He did his best to seem normal, even with the bags under his
eyes. He kept catching concerned glances from his alpha and Ochako, but he
didn’t want to worry them.
He was tucked into the library, studying for his math test that was scheduled
for later in the day. Swirls of dust motes nearly put Izuku into a daze as he
attempted to suss out the next step to solve the equation. He was twirling his
pencil between his fingers, eyes ending up gazing off into the middle distance,
so he was surprised when a body moved across his sight and took a seat across
from him. He blinked back into the present and met purple, tired looking eyes.
“You need a nap.” Shinsou himself didn’t look like he was one to talk, the bags
under his eyes rivaled Izuku’s own. He leaned forward and off to the left,
elbow planted on the table and chin resting in his palm. Izuku nervously
smiled, but with Shinsou’s studious gaze never leaving his face, it made the
smile fall from Izuku’s lips. The beta raises his eyebrows and extends his
other hand out across the table, snagging Izuku’s hand that still had the
pencil in it.
His fingers curled, gently twisting the pencil out of the omega’s grasp and
setting it down in the middle of the textbook so it couldn’t roll away. The
beta blinked slowly, seemingly waiting for Izuku to give up the ghost, his hand
awaiting in the middle of the table with its palm up. Izuku tried to stifle a
yawn, but with one last glance at his books and papers and a final sweep of the
library, he decided that the brainwasher was right. His hand crept forward and
his fingers tangled with the beta’s, allowing the slightly taller boy to gather
his things and lead him away.
He was somewhat surprised when the General Studies student led him outside and
past all the other dorm buildings. Shinsou led him up to the dormitory building
for Class 1-C, nodding to another student in the common area. She was seated on
the couch, eating ice cream out of the container as she raised her eyebrows at
the two of them. Shinsou didn’t seem to care about what she thought and pulled
Izuku up one set of stairs, then down the left-hand side of the building all
the way to the end. As he opened the door a tinkle of a small bell caught
Izuku’s ears, but it wasn’t until Shinsou was scooping up a small brown tabby
that he realized that it was a cat that Shinsou had in his room.
As Shinsou brought him over to the bed, he cupped the kitten close to his chest
and murmured to it, “Hey, Einstein, how you doing? Are you hungry? Ready for
lunch?”
It wasn’t quite midday, but Izuku sat heavily on the bed and watched as Shinsou
sat down his books on the desk and then bent down to scoop out some food from
the container he had on the floor next to it. The dry kibble clinked in the
dish, but after Shinsou sat the kitten in front of the dish, it was obvious
something was wrong with it. It was shaking slightly and seemed to have trouble
staying upright one hundred percent of the time. Izuku frowned and Shinsou
shoved his hands in his pockets, not looking away from the kitten as he
explained.
“This is Einstein—he was diagnosed with Cerebellar Hypoplasia and they couldn’t
find a home for him, so I took him home.” He glanced over at Izuku, “Basically,
he’s a little special. But he’s healthy otherwise.”
He offered a small, lopsided smile and gestured to the bed Izuku was seated on,
“You should really get some sleep.”
Izuku blinked and looked over at the kitten again, chowing down on his food.
The omega looked at the pillow and frowned, about to remark about how Eijirou
likely wouldn’t be happy with this situation when there was a small knock on
the door. Shinsou let out a quiet ‘come in’ and the redhead in question tipped
the door open with the toe of his shoe. He smiled at his omega, but beelined
straight for the eating kitten, scooping him up and pressing kisses to him as
he greeted him, “Hey there Einstein, how you doin’?”
Then he let the kitten back down next to his food, catching him as he almost
fell over, and then righted him once more. The kitten shook, legs splaying
dramatically to catch its balance as Eijirou looked over at the green-haired
boy on the bed. “You could have brought Hitoshi to our room, you know.”
Shinsou sighed and tipped his head toward the kitten, “He needed lunch anyway.
Sorry I’m so far from everything.”
Izuku’s brow furrowed further and further as this conversation continued, but
as the redhead kicked off his shoes and jumped onto the bed next to him, he
figured he was too tired for the answers now, and could deal with finding
everything out after a nap. Eijirou positioned himself in the middle of the
bed, one hand guiding the omega to lay down next to him. Izuku only paused to
kick off his shoes, head meeting the pillow before he thought to cast a glance
toward Shinsou, curious as to why the beta was putting them up in his room.
That was something pack members did for one another—and although his alpha
appeared to be more familiar with Shinsou and his cat than Izuku had known
about, he didn’t think they were packmates.
As his eyes drifted closed he heard Shinsou’s shoes scrape against the
floorboards. The bed dipped once more as someone crawled across to the far side
of the bed, nestled against the wall. Arms wound around Izuku and the warmth
that radiated through him knocked him out almost immediately.
                                     .~*~.
Izuku woke up to a rumble echoing through his chest. He thought he had been
growling in his sleep for a moment, but as he regained consciousness, he
realized the kitten—Einstein—had curled up on top of him, eyes slanted closed
in contentment. One hand was gently petting down the kitten’s side; the hand
was slender and soft—it wasn’t Eijirou’s. Shinsou’s purple eyes blinked at him
from the other side of a still sleeping redheaded alpha. Izuku blinked back at
him as the hand traveled, slowly and stutteringly, up to gently caress his
cheek. Fingertips danced across his temple, his cheekbone, down to his jaw.
Flutteringly, it moved back up to thread through his hair. Izuku sighed;
although he wasn’t absolutely certain that Shinsou was now pack, everything his
senses were telling him heavily implied that he was.
It was only about another three minutes before Eijirou awoke, red eyes peeking
open and then a large yawn took over his features, contorting them so all Izuku
could see were his mouthful of pointy teeth. The puffing up of his chest pulled
Shinsou’s hand down from where it had been still buried in Izuku’s hair, down
to lay on the alpha’s chest instead. Shinsou didn’t bother to move it. Eijirou
rubbed at his eyes and snuggled his body over toward the purple-haired beta,
tipping his head so he could nuzzle his nose under Izuku’s chin. He groaned
then and was the first to speak, “What time is it?”
“About time for us all to return to class.” Shinsou’s voice was husky, as if he
hadn’t used it in quite a while. The beta began to pull his limbs in toward
himself, extracting himself from the cuddle pile. Eijirou’s eyes followed the
beta as he shifted just enough to watch him.
“Do we really have to?” He half-whined, but Izuku snorted and poked him in the
side.
“Out of any of us, you have the most to lose if you don’t show up. Besides,
they’d send someone to track us down if we both don’t show.” Izuku frowned and
watched as Shinsou shifted Einstein into his own hands so the omega could sit
up.
“I should also return to my classes, I still have to get promoted to the Hero
Class, after all.” Shinsou almost seemed glum as he cuddled the kitten close to
himself. Izuku’s teasing smile fell and he went to say something, but Eijirou
spoke from his position, still laying down on the bed.
“Yeah but when you get transferred in, you’ll be ahead of me in ranking.” The
redhead pouted, turning to curl a hand around the purple-haired boy’s waist,
shoving his face against his clothed hip. “Teach me your ways, Hitoshi-senpai!”
The brainwasher chortled but shook his head, and then watched as the green-
haired omega sat up, pushing his feet back into his shoes. “You’ve got
Midoriya-san on your side. You’ll be fine.”
Izuku glanced over at the beta, uncertain how to react to the fondness he found
in those purple eyes. With Eijirou sitting up then, and having another pair of
eyes on him, Izuku blushed scarlet and stuttered, “A-ah, I’m not much help
these days, I’m afraid.”
With that the trio slowly pulled themselves together and Eijirou took Izuku’s
hand, leading the boy (and carrying his books for him) all the way back to
their class. Izuku felt much more rested now, but slightly confused as they
split off from the General Studies student and Eijirou still didn’t say
anything about their pack having grown a member larger. Perhaps it had been a
one-time thing? Izuku took his seat in the class and pondered over this,
sneaking glances over at his alpha throughout the class.
It was after the math test had been passed out and he had begun scribbling
through the equations, answering them one by one, that he felt something almost
like an itch on the back of his head. He reached up, casually scratching, and
as he continued through the test the itch only became worse. When he dug his
fingers into his scalp, trying to relieve the itch there, pain lanced through
his head and it felt—it felt almost as though someone had taken a hot knife and
gouged it into him.
He gasped, opening his mouth to say something to the teacher when his vision
darkened at the edges. He was only able to lurch out an apology before he felt
himself slumping over.
***** Just Before it was Too Late *****
Chapter Summary
     How did the League of Villains get to Izuku? Why are they doing this?
     And is Shinsou really pack?
Chapter Notes
     Un-beta'd.
     Warning: Threesome, graphic is included in this chapter. The
     characters in this are already tagged (look under relationships).
Screaming—someone was screaming. Belatedly, he realized it was himself. His
throat felt as though it were on fire: his limbs, neck, and chest all strapped
down to the table. A damp cloth was tossed over his face and while it felt
soothing in temperature, the water that was poured over top of it choked him
and left him sputtering.
“Come now, Izukuuuuu~, I know you’re more fun than this.” Himiko’s voice grated
in his ears, trying to get a rise out of him. The cloth was retracted again and
Izuku coughed out some water, just able to lift and turn his head enough to not
breathe in the liquid. He growl-groaned, snapping his teeth in her direction in
a wordless challenge. She just laughed maniacally.
Her tongue ran across her teeth, emphasizing her sharp canines as she rolled
her eyes at his challenge and let her helping-hands drop the wet cloth on his
face again with a smack. More water followed and Izuku swore he was drowning.
“Come on,” Himiko goaded as he choked, “How are you gonna save everyone like
this?”
He clawed at the table he was strapped to, trying to twist his head to the side
enough so he could just breathe. No matter what he wasn’t able to get away from
that feeling. Ghostlike hands felt at his neck, his chest, he swore he felt
them on his mouth, but when he tried to connect that feeling to something
physical it all disappeared. Himiko frowned and said something to someone Izuku
couldn’t see, “Don’t you dare lose him.”
The cloth was taken away and Izuku was gasping for air again, this time seeing
the brawny guy from last time—the one he’d flicked through a wall. He could—he
could flick in his direction again! He got his finger into position but then a
haze of a voice crossed into his head, “Midoriya-san! Mid—”
It was enough to make him stop and take stock of the situation. Last time he’d
experienced this it hadn’t been real. It had been a dream or a vision or
something. If he flicked his finger, who was to say that it would work here at
all? Or what if it worked wherever he’d been before this? His bed? No, that
didn’t seem right. Wasn’t he—in class? He didn’t want to hurt anyone there. He
carefully flattened out his hand and coughed out his words cautiously. “What do
you want from me, Himiko?”
“Tch, what do you think, loser?” She looked a bit put out that he didn’t look
as scared as he had moments before, “I want you running scared.”
He gritted his teeth as he answered, “From you? Never.”
She made a face that looked like hardly contained rage and then the cloth was
slapped over his face again. This time the water was poured for what felt like
forever and even though he tried to tell himself that it wasn’t real, he
couldn’t breathe properly. He felt light-headed as he struggled against his
bonds and the water itself, just trying to suck in one good breath. He
couldn’t, of course, and the cloth wasn’t being lifted, which only made him
struggle more—his heart rate spiked and he began to panic when a voice came
through loud and clear.
“Midoriya-san, I’m commanding you to wake up.” That same phrase had to be
repeated twice more before he could feel himself being pulled back away from
what was happening to him under Himiko’s care.
His voice was hoarse, he could hear his gasped out screams and he felt hands—a
couple of pairs—on him, trying to calm him. His eyes finally focused on the
haze-y purple ones in front of his face and he felt the fight leave him. He
gulped in lungful after lungful of air, his body trying to catch up with his
heart, or that’s what it felt like. Shinsou’s hands smoothed down his hair,
only to have it puff up into its usual fluffy style, and another pair of hands
(Izuku could tell they were Eijirou’s) ran up and down his arms, trying to
soothe. As his respiratory and heart rate slowly normalized, he realized that
the class was huddled in the corner by the door, desks had been cleared away,
and All Might was helping Aizawa-sensei to keep order.
He was trembling, and as soon as he rolled his eyes over to take in his alpha,
the redhead was gathering him up in his arms, murmuring into his hair. Shinsou
looked shaken as he crowded into the cuddle pile, hands making reassuring
circles on both his and Eijirou’s backs. Their class mates were talking loudly
amongst themselves and only parted ways to let the Principal through. Aizawa-
sensei had his hands shoved in his pockets, talking in low tones to the
Principal before they ventured closer to the trio curled up on the floor.
“Mr. Midoriya, are you able to speak?” The animal asked and Eijirou, while he
was wary of someone approaching them right now, only watched with a hard
expression. Izuku swallowed thickly, but his throat still felt raw. He opened
his mouth to try and croaked out his answer.
“I can try.” He sounded like those people who’d been pulled from a burning
building, the ones who had inhaled enough smoke to do some damage. Or a smoker.
The Principal nodded and then looked to Shinsou.
“Mr. Shinsou, could you fetch him some water, please?” The question made the
beta look hesitantly back at the redheaded alpha, but the alpha gave him a
single nod, spurring the purple-haired boy into action. He stood and slowly
retreated to fetch the sought-after water. In the meantime, Izuku did his best
to sit himself up, feeling once again as though he were sore all over.
When Shinsou returned with the water, Izuku took it gratefully, and with one
touch of it to his tongue he spat it out, throwing the cup away from him as
panic welled up in him all over again. There was a bit of time passed before
All Might hovered over the trio, “Can you walk, Young Midoriya?”
With a bit of trouble, Izuku nodded and stood with the help and support of his
alpha, Shinsou hovering off to the side. As the noise of their classmates rose
around them, Izuku recognized that he was being escorted out of their class. He
couldn’t exactly focus on anything other than getting his legs to work with
him, and with Eijirou supporting him, he was able to make it to their
destination.
It felt as though they had walked for miles upon miles, but they had only gone
to the room that had been provided for him and his alpha in Recovery Girl’s
wing. Recovery Girl was already there, and with All Might accompanying them as
well, Izuku knew he was in good hands. He was handed over to Recovery Girl, his
throat being healed. He felt drained immediately afterward, but Principal Nedzu
was probing with questions, and then asking Shinsou to step in to possibly
extract more information. Shinsou, for his part, looked very tentative to
instigate the questioning, but Izuku understood the importance and reached over
to clasp his hand over the purple-haired beta’s.
“It’s okay, go ahead.” He sounded tired, but at least he could talk without the
pain now. Shinsou nodded slowly and turned his hand over to tangle their
fingers together as he spoke in a low tone to Izuku.
“I need you to think back to what you were doing before this happened. Tell me
what you were thinking about.”
“I—” Just like that, Shinsou’s quirk grabbed hold of him and he felt himself
answer in a droning sort of tone, emotions removed from the situation. Eijirou
stayed still behind him, not wanting to interrupt the questioning in case it
gave them some piece of information they didn’t have before. Once the
questioning was finished and Shinsou was rubbing circles into the backs of
Izuku’s hands with his thumbs, Principal Nedzu stepped forward.
“This time you were awake when this happened.” The statement implied that the
animal believed that this was due to a quirk that could somehow target someone
at a distance rather than a bad dream.
“It could have been the result of a panic attack.” Aizawa voiced everyone’s
doubts, but he didn’t sound convinced that what he said was correct. Still, All
Might chided him.
“Aizawa, now is not the time.” The stern voice used on the other teacher made
Aizawa-sensei’s shoulders slump. The Principal continued as though none of that
had been said at all.
“I can only react as though you are being intentionally targeted. You will not
leave campus for the weekend and we will raise security to a higher level.”
There was some other talk after that proclamation, but Izuku tuned out, his
exhaustion catching up with him. As his eyes were slowly shutting and the haze
of the rest of the people in the room were being phased out, Izuku swore he saw
Aizawa-sensei’s hand sneaking into All Might’s, but perhaps that was just his
exhaustion making him see things.
                                     .~*~.
When he next awoke the room was quiet and still. Eijirou was breathing evenly
on one side of him, eyes pressed closed and arms circled around him in a
protective embrace. On his other side Shinsou was pressed up against him, head
tucked and face pressed into the omega’s neck. His wispy purple hair was
tickling Izuku’s cheek, but all he did was turn his head to tuck that hair
down, simultaneously glancing around the room.
Over by the dresser there was a fluffy bed set up and two bowls—one with food,
the other with water—and in the corner near the bathroom there was a litter
pan. Einstein was curled up on Eijirou’s chest, but with Izuku’s movement he
had lifted his head. It wobbled a little bit and then straightened out again,
then wobbled a bit. Izuku watched him for a moment before the kitten decided
that he was in need of some attention and slowly stumbled his way over to flop
on Izuku’s collarbone, cold nose dabbing his chin.
Shinsou’s head tilted and sleepy eyes took in the interaction. He gave a
contented half-smile and moved his hand up to pet the kitten. He mumbled
against Izuku’s jaw, feeling much more intimate than Izuku was sure they needed
to be. “He likes you.”
Izuku met the purple eyes, uncertain with how to respond. He blinked slowly as
Shinsou propped himself up on an elbow, attention mostly on the brown tabby
laying on Izuku’s chest. Izuku followed his example and glanced at the kitten,
watching the slight bobble of his head as he tried to meet the gentle pets.
Izuku smiled, thinking it wasn’t so bad to be liked by this kitten. He was cute
and sweet—he glanced back up to Shinsou only to find their faces only
centimeters apart.
Izuku tensed, about to jerk back and tell the beta no, but Shinsou’s hand
buried in his hair and gently held him in place, head tilted slightly as their
lips met.
This kiss was different from the others Izuku had experienced. It was soft and
sweet where Kacchan’s had been hard and demanding; it almost felt sad and
wistful, whereas Eijirou’s were always filled with passion and heat. A tongue
pressed against the seam of his lips, but with his alpha, the one he wanted to
be mated to, laying right there beside them it felt like betrayal. He tried to
move back, away from the surprisingly insistent kiss, but found himself already
pressed back into the bed far enough that there was no escape. He pressed his
tongue barely through his lips, trying to push Shinsou’s away with his own, so
they might stop this. Instead the purple-haired beta was nudging one knee
between Izuku and Eijirou, swinging himself up to straddle the omega.
Carefully, not trying to crush the kitten between them, Shinsou’s other hand
scooped him up and placed him over on the edge of the bed that he had just
vacated, all without breaking the kiss. Izuku’s hands made it to the beta’s
ribs and gently tried to push him up and off himself, but to no avail. He
didn’t want to hurt the beta, after all, he just didn’t think this was either
appropriate or respectful. His eyes opened and darted toward the redheaded
alpha as the boy shifted.
It was while he was distracted that Shinsou finally broke the kiss, strings of
saliva connecting their lips. The purple-haired beta didn’t seem to care or
notice as he nosed Izuku’s jaw to the side and began lapping at and worrying
the skin of his neck between blunt teeth. Izuku’s head was tilted toward
Eijirou, but the boy remained asleep. Izuku used a bit more of his strength and
pushed the taller boy’s face from his neck, eyes sad as he spoke in a low tone.
“I can’t, Shinsou-kun.”
It was almost as though the boy had expected those words, but they still hurt
him. His eyes lost their glimmer and he stopped pressing into the omega so
much, just poised over top of him in a way that gave the impression that he had
given up. Izuku’s brows creased and he opened his mouth to say something else
when a hand snuck between the two of them and Eijirou’s husky voice came from
Izuku’s left.
“Go ahead, ‘Zuku… it’s hot.” The alpha emphasized his words by taking one of
the omega’s hands from Shinsou’s body and tracing it down to press against his
growing cock. Eijirou groaned and panted as he guided Izuku into kneading his
package, the redhead’s eyes hooded. Izuku was nearly entranced by this, his
mouth watering as the scent curled up into his nose.
Still uncertain, he glanced back at the beta who was now watching the
interaction between the alpha and the omega he was astride, a slight glimmer
back in his eyes. Izuku’s hand switched from pressing the beta away from him to
slowly, cautiously, tipping him back toward him, eyes still questioning even as
their lips met for a second time. Shinsou’s eyes fell shut almost immediately,
expression as though he were savoring this. Considering this could be a one-
time thing, Izuku felt he could understand that. With one hand on his alpha’s
dick, and Shinsou’s tongue in his mouth, Izuku knew that it wouldn’t be long
until he was hard.
It didn’t help that Shinsou began rocking his hips shortly into their makeout
session, causing Izuku to moan into his mouth, biting down on the beta’s lower
lip before soothing over it with his tongue. Eijirou’s hands were wandering,
having left Izuku in charge of fondling him through his sleep pants, one
running through purple hair while the other dragged nails up Izuku’s side. One
of Shinsou’s hands dug into red hair and dragged the alpha in, tilting his head
off to the side to give the redhead room. Eijirou sucked in a sharp breath, and
then joined the kiss, his tongue plunging into Izuku’s mouth before sweeping up
into Shinsou’s.
It was messy, all tongue and teeth nipping, his cock aching as he breathed
harshly through his nose. Still wearing his dress shirt from classes earlier,
Izuku found it rucked up with one of the beta’s hands pinching and rolling the
bud of his nipple, making his chest arch up off the bed. A gasping moan fell
between their mouths, Izuku’s head falling back, dug further into the pillow.
The alpha turned his head, giving the beta all his attention for the moment,
kissing him deeply, leaving a stunned looking Shinsou behind before Eijirou
turned back to his omega, reaching down to begin undoing the now rumpled slacks
from their school uniform. His belt was already off, so fortunately it was just
a matter of unbuttoning and unzipping him, pushing his pants and underwear down
far enough that he could expose his dick.
Izuku felt a little self-conscious, being the only one out of the three of them
to be in an undressed state, but it wasn’t long before Eijirou’s hands were
pulling at the hem of Shinsou’s sleep pants, helped along by the beta himself
as he gave himself the same treatment as Izuku had just received. The moment
their cocks were aligned and the delicious friction of skin on skin achieved,
both moaned loudly, rutting hard against one another. Eijirou leaned back,
licking his lips as he watched the beta and the omega thrust against one
another.
“Fuck that’s hot.” He half-growled in Izuku’s ear, his hands pushing his own
clothing aside. Barely able to do much more than pant and gasp, the omega
reached for his alpha, licking his lips as his eyes landed on the sight of his
erection. Shinsou watched as Eijirou and Izuku moved just enough to make it
possible for the omega to press the alpha’s cock into his mouth, cheeks
hollowing and tongue working to swirl over the head. Eijirou’s fingers weaved
through his green hair, and his head tipped back, eyes slanting closed.
Shinsou’s hand wrapped around his and Izuku’s dicks, stroking them in time with
their thrusts against each other, hooded eyes watching as Izuku’s hand went
from wrapping around Eijirou’s cock to cupping his hip in invitation, lips
loosening enough around the alpha’s member that the redhead could dictate the
pace, thrusting into the omega’s mouth.
Izuku’s green eyes peeked open as Shinsou let go of a strangled moan, his eyes
meeting the beta’s as the alpha thrusted into his mouth. Shinsou thrusted once
more into his hand, against the omega’s own dick, and then his cum was
spattering the omega’s stomach. Izuku groaned around the cock in his mouth,
drool dripping off his chin and onto one of the pillows. Shinsou was still
breathing hard as he swung his leg over to the side, finding a vacant space on
the bed as he watched the alpha and the omega pause for a moment, then the
alpha withdrew to switch positions.
Eijirou almost took up the position that Shinsou had been in before, except
that he pushed Izuku’s legs apart and settled between them instead. Shinsou
watched, his hands threading through Izuku’s fluffy green hair as the omega
wiped at his chin. As the alpha leaned down, licking a stripe up Izuku’s dick,
his hands traveled down to where the beta could no longer see them. Izuku
squirmed somewhat, but then was panting against Shinsou’s mouth as the beta
leaned in for a kiss. Languid from his recent release, the beta licked into the
omega’s mouth, humming in response to the omega’s noises of pleasure. There was
a moment when Izuku seemed to stop, and Shinsou glanced down to see the redhead
rolling a condom on, scooting back into position as he lifted the omega’s hips.
Within the next minute he was swallowing down the moans and huffs from the
omega until Eijirou had reached down, tipping himself and Izuku up so the omega
was riding him. Shinsou leaned back against the pillows, watching as the two of
them fucked, the omega more than happy to bounce himself on the alpha’s cock.
It wasn’t until Shinsou saw the tension that had been slowly building in
Izuku’s muscles melt away that he realized that the alpha had knotted him. His
eyebrows raised and watched as Izuku rocked his hips in small circles, keening
as he worked himself over the edge, cumming with a soft cry.
As Izuku settled back against the sheets after Eijirou’s knot had gone down and
they had cleaned everything up, he looked up to see the camera dome reflecting
his face back at him. His eyes widened momentarily and then he settled,
figuring that Recovery Girl had given them their privacy for that. They were
bound to get a talking to but considering that was the least of their troubles,
Izuku hoped that this embarrassment would be left alone. Eijirou was murmuring
into his hair and Izuku tipped his gaze to take him in.
“You okay? That wasn’t too much?” His red eyes held a hint of worry and Izuku
snuck a quick glance over to the purple-haired beta with his head resting on
Izuku’s chest, idly drawing shapes on his sternum. As Shinsou glanced up at
them, Izuku looked back at his alpha and shook his head.
“No, that was fine.” He was going to ask about why, and when and all that other
information that Izuku was dying to know about, but Eijirou nuzzled against him
and interrupted before he could ask.
“Good. You scared us, you know.” Eijirou’s hand caught the shape-drawing one of
the beta’s and raised it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there before turning
his head and pressing one to the omega’s cheek. “I don’t want to lose you.”
This time, Izuku wasn’t certain that the alpha was just speaking to him—he was
definitely included in that statement, but based on the fond look Shinsou was
giving the alpha, it was meant for them both. Izuku wasn’t sure how he felt
about sharing his alpha in that way. He knew that as the pack grew, he would
have to share him in part, but he hadn’t really thought of it as something that
would affect the two of them being together. Now, even though he cared deeply
for the brainwasher, he felt a small well of jealousy form in the pit of his
stomach. He fell asleep uneasy with that feeling.
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