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      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou, Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Bakugou_Katsuki's_Parents, Class_1-A_(My_Hero_Academia),
      Yagi_Toshinori_|_All_Might, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, League_of
      Villains_(My_Hero_Academia)
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      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, political_corruption, Omega_Bakugou_Katsuki,
      Most_of_U.A._are_alphas, lots_of_sexy_stuff_later, they're_horny
      teenagers_afterall, Dark_Concepts, As_dark_as_I_can_think_of, Alternate
      Universe_-_Canon_Divergence
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      Published: 2017-12-08 Updated: 2017-12-19 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6659
****** The Silence of the Bombs ******
by theumbrellastealer
Summary
     The world is the same, the quirks existence is here, but now with the
     added a/b/o concept.
     In this world, where birthrate is one the decline, omegas are
     becoming rare sexes, treasured. A population less than five percent.
     As a result, there is a globally accepted expectation of omegas. Stay
     alive and protected, get married to one or more fertile alphas, and
     have kids. Breed. Like animals.
     As a result, there are no known omega heroes. It is far too dangerous
     a profession for the fragile secondary sex.
     However, one little omega refuses to abide by the rules.
Notes
     A prompt that wouldn't leave me alone. I've been reading a/b/
     o stories in the BnHA fandom, and some of them were quite good. I
     didn't mean to let it get out of control, but one concept lead to
     another and suddenly I had four chapters and 3 pages of notes! I hope
     whoever takes the time to read this likes it. It's the first time I
     tackle some social problems directly. I wanted to try a serious take
     on this, although me being the perverted me, I do plan smut in the
     future. I'm gonna try my darndest to keep them in character. I think
     I've been doing alright so far. Feel free to call me out on anything!
     I like criticism and help of any kind! I know my style isn't the best
     and I want to improve! So, ja ne~ Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
“In other news, a new study shows an increase in beta males and an increase in
alpha females presenting in Japanese high schools. Similar studies are being
conducted in four other countries. Statisticians and historians suggest that
with the increase in alpha females, birthrate may go down, increasing the need
for omegas even more so in the next fifty years. A new record –“
Static.
“Pharmacists study hormonal changes in male omegas during heat weeks in order
to better understand and create effective suppressants. Experts –“
Static.
Click.
He turned the TV off with a sigh. Nothing interesting, as usual. He pulled his
jacket on, picked up his bag, and headed to school without a glance to his mom.
He boarded his usual train to U.A. and ignored the idle chatter. It was just a
normal day in Musutafu. He wasn’t much for normalcy, he was going to be the
number one hero after all. But the routine was met with less anger than his
usual mood. He’s long since recovered from his humiliating defeat against
shitty Deku and that side character at Ground Beta (…a weekend). Now, he just
wanted to continue his time at U.A. He didn’t have time to try and figure out
why Deku had some weird ass quirk.
He dismounted at his stop and walked the short distance to the large school. He
fell into step with the crowd of students and swiped his card in, ignoring the
ever present mob of reporters insisting on information about All Might. Fucking
Pests. No one spared them a glance. When will they take the fucking hint?
Someone bumped into him. Bastard, none of these students had any respect. It
was a new school, none of his old lackeys were good enough to get into U.A.,
just as he expected. Except for Deku for some damn reason. His anger flared, he
glared and bared his teeth. The kid looked back, mildly intimidated by him.
Good, but not good enough. Whatever. It didn’t matter anyway.
He arrived at his classroom anyway. He was one of the first to be here. Him and
that other side character with the glasses. He took his seat, lifted his legs
onto his desk and looked out the window. As he expected, Glasses immediately
came up to him with that weird ass chopping motion he did first day of school.
“Bakugou-san! Do you not have any respect? Remove your feet from the desk!” A
few other students entered to the scene.
“Huh? Or what, Glasses? You’ll chop on my legs until I do? If so, then your
ideas are as fucking shitty as your quirk,” he sneered. “Go and die. Shitty
side character.”
“Bakugou-san! That language is not school appropriate!”
“The fuck you care?”
“Bakugou-san, as I stated before, people put time into making this desk!”
He glared and looked out the window. This seemed to spur the pest on, if his
erratic chopping was any sign. The room slowly filled with chatter and soon
enough, Glasses finally left him alone. To go talk to fucking Deku.
Damn nerd was a hit in the class. Not that he cared. Shitty Deku.
More commotion commenced. More students came in. Didn’t matter. They were just
side characters after all.
He continued to ignore everything until Aizawa arrived in that weird sleeping
bag of his. Only then did he place his feet on the ground. Annoying Glasses was
one thing, but his Sensei wasn’t one to take lightly. Said man took attendance
leisurely before beginning announcements. Nothing unusual, everything perfectly
normal.
Or as normal as U.A. can be.
So boring.
Boring. And annoying with Present Mic yelling about how they had to get their
heads up. Why he ever became a teacher remained a mystery to most students.
Bakugou just continued to gaze out the window, ignoring the damn quips.
Seriously, he could do these exercises in his sleep.
Well maybe not in his sleep, but still, it’s a waste of time.
“Bakugou! Which of these phrases is correct?”
He glanced over, frowning as he assessed the three sentences. “None of them.”
“Eeeeeeeeexactly! None of these are correct. Mineta, please explain why the
first one is incorrect.”
He returned his gaze to the window then rested his eyes. Called on once usually
meant he won’t be called on again. Time in English passed quickly. Kinda
surprising. Or did he fall asleep? Bakugou wasn’t sure, nor did he care. This
had nothing to do with hero training anyway.
Not that he wouldn’t try, of course.
Next came Modern Literature. Something he mildly enjoyed. Still boring.
Then an unusual scent wafted the room. Everyone looked up and Cementoss paused
his lecture. It was unusual but it was familiar. Someone was presenting again.
The third one this week in this class.
Nothing unusual.
Although the scents haven’t exactly been all that great. Then again, Bakugou
has yet to present himself. He won’t understand why everyone reacts the way
they do. They all smell the same after all.
“Ok, ok, you know the drill. If you can’t focus, head to Recovery Girl for a
full check-up. Otherwise, let’s focus back again,” the hero instructed.
Bakugou heard the chair in the back scrape against the floor. He glanced over,
unable to smother his curiosity.
Todoroki Shouto.
So shitty half-and-half presented. He wasn’t sure what though. Alphas and betas
smelled the same to non-presented people. And he’s not likely to be an omega
because he’s not going into heat like a little bitch.
He left the classroom and Cementoss returned to his lecture. Some of his
classmates continued to look at the door, others turned to each other. Bakugou
shifted back to the front, frowning at the information on the board. When did
he erase the quotes? Shit. He looked down to his incomplete notes. Great.
The day continued on. No one else in the class presented.
Boring up until Foundational Hero Studies.
“Alright! Today we shall do some team exercises!” Ever annoying All Might tried
to get them pumped up. No hero costumes today.
Everyone was changing in the locker rooms when Todoroki returned. The scent was
gone, but how long that was gonna be, no one knew. Didn’t matter anyway.
“Hey Todoroki-san! Congratulations on presenting! You were barely affected!
Unlike Sero…” that blond one taunted. He chanced a look behind him to the half-
and-half.
“Maybe you’ll understand when you present! I bet you’re more weak-willed than I
am!”
More banter ensued but he just pulled off his shirt and ignored them. He saw
Todoroki do the same. He felt uncomfortable momentarily. Damn bastard. Mild
curiosity rose in him. Was he an alpha or a beta?
Because it mattered when he beat his ass.
If a non-presented person defeats an alpha…
Well…he smirked at the thought.
They finished changing and walked out to follow All Might to Ground Beta.
“Alright! I’m sure you remember the first time we worked on Ground Beta! Quite
a learning experience! Today, we’re going to practice different retrieval
exercises. One person will be appointed villain, a second with be the hero and
the third will be the victim. We will work in a ruined structure.”
He pointed to a fallen building. “We will safely deposit the victim deep
underneath the ruins. The hero will naturally try and save them without
bringing danger to themselves or the victim.”
He took a moment to look to Bakugou, to which he responded with a glare. “The
villain will do what they can to prevent that. We shall assume that the
building has collapsed. When that happens, debris causes a cloud of dust to
accumulate. That, along with the enclosed space, is detrimental to a victim’s
health. However, that is not the situation that we are going to work with. We
shall assume that those circumstances are null.”
Ponytail raised her hand. “Isn’t it impractical to not treat this as a
realistic situation? If we subtract certain variables, won’t it take away from
experience?”
The large man pointed a huge finger to her. “Right you are, young Yaoyorozu!
However, there is a component that is important for heroism that is my focus
for today! Communication.”
For once, he shared his classmates’ confusion.
“The last exercise we did on Ground Beta helped me assess certain aspects of
your characters. Today I need to assess other components. So! Roles will be
given via computer! I already assigned the first round to be.” He held up a
card that read: Villain: Midoriya. Hero: Hagakure. Victim: Aoyama.
“Yaoyorozu and Iida, please escort the others to the control room. Aoyama,
please follow me. Hagakure, please find a place approximately ten meters away
from the building. Midoriya, stand nearby the building. After I enter the
control room, I will start a count down. Then you may begin the mission.”
Bakugou had stopped listening, just simply watching the screen. Shitty Deku
playing villain? That was downright laughable.
The shitty sparkling kid kept making a fuss when being rescued. Somehow the
invisible girl managed to get him out. He was right about Deku. Pathetic.
A few more rounds went. All just as painful to watch. All a waste of time.
Extremely boring. What he didn’t understand was why they were in their gym
uniforms? It would have been more practical and realistic if they were in their
hero costumes.
Pony tail asked this question for him, to which the symbol of peace replied
with a wave of his hand and “reasons that are irrelevant.” It didn’t matter.
His turn came and he was the victim. Which made absolutely no fucking sense.
“Why do I have to be the victim?” he demanded. He crossed his arms and glared
at the giant man, who continued to smile down on him like a motherfucking
bastard. “I don’t need saving!”
“Young Bakugou! You are a unique victim. Something only you can do!” The fuck?!
He can only be a fucking victim!? He couldn’t stop trembling in rage and
grinding his teeth.
“I apologize, young Bakugou. But you have been chosen as victim. Please follow
me.” He continued shaking and baring his teeth.
It was easy enough to get him into the space and enclose him in. Now he had to
wait. He sat down and glared at the ceiling, waiting ever so impatiently.
It took an unusually long amount of time.
He grew bored.
Then there were some explosions. Some temperature changes. Todoroki was the
fucking hero. A poor excuse for a hero. He better not crush him or else he’ll
be crushing his sorry presented ass.
Gradually, it became hotter in the space. Unusually hot. Was this Todoroki’s
doing? It wasn’t natural. Bakugou began to sweat vigorously and feel extremely
uncomfortable. Tingly. Maybe not Todoroki. He tried to wipe some off his brow
but that did no good, only sending more droplets in his eyes, stinging them. He
was sweating all over and he couldn’t find a comfortable seat on the floor. It
was becoming increasingly stuffy. But he wasn’t about to bitch about being
uncomfortable……
But….something was obviously wrong. He shifted a few times. It shouldn’t be
this hot. He adjusted his uniform.
Fuck, Todoroki had better hurry the fuck up or he would get himself out, All
Might be damned.
More time passed until finally some debris fell. The heat was released,
allowing a fresh breath of air into Bakugou’s lungs. But it was strange
still... he was still hot….
The scarred faced bitch finally made his appearance. Without a word, he held
out his hand, although an unreadable expression crossed his faced. Something
different than his usual blank appearance. Before he could even consider taking
his hand, half-and-half pulled back and sniffed.
“What is it, ass-munch? Did you shit yourself?” the arsonist taunted, smirking
up.
Todoroki sat back on his heels, a thoughtful look on his face.
“AHAHAHAHAHA, HERO! You hesitated for too long!” Suddenly, an over-enthusiastic
Glasses round housed an unsuspecting Todoroki away from the exit. Before he
could advance, however, he too stopped and took a sniff.
“What is that smell?”
“Did you also shit yourself?”
He sniffed more. Following his entitled nose towards the pit.
“Bakugou, do you use some sort of shampoo or soap this morning? Perhaps it
accumulated…”
“Huh? The fuck you talking about?”
Something was happening. Glasses began to sweat more and a new smell made
itself known. Bakugou’s eyes widened. Something dripped down his leg. And it
wasn’t sweat. Or piss. Or shit.
Definitely not shit.
He wasn’t scared.
Or was he?
No…..
……What was happening?
“Young Iida, Young Bakugou, is something the matter?” All Might asked over the
speaker.
Glasses came down slowly, clearly showing a change in stature. Bakugou sat
back, heat rising, the substance making a damp spot on his ass.
What was happening?
Glasses stooped over slightly before getting on his hands and knees, crawling
to the jittery blond.
Suddenly, Todoroki made an appearance in the pit, matching expression adorning
his face.
Bakugou’s heart rate increased and his breathing became labored and a new heat
pooled to his abdomen. Something musky and mouth-watering clouded the space,
and something worse happened.
His already half hard cock rose to attention.
What was happening?
“Stay-stay ba – stay back,” Bakugou stuttered. Something was wrong. He should
be angry.
He felt drained. His legs jelly-like.
Something crossed their features. They slowed their advance but kept coming.
These weren’t the shitty ass poor excuses for heroes.
These were completely different people.
Something was wrong.
Something was very, very, very, very, very, very wrong.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Wowwee! This story got a lot more attention than I anticipated! And
     as a result, I got super excited to post this sooner than I meant to.
     Thank you so much! Lemme know what you think! Ja ne~ Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The ground shook beneath them. Suddenly Bakugou felt weightless as All Might
swept him into his muscular arms and leapt out of the pit. The surprised alphas
barely registered that the omega had disappeared. The smell dissipated enough
for them to get a grip and look up to the fake sky.
“What just happened?” Todoroki asked, looking as if he’d been slapped in the
face. He couldn’t make sense of the emotions he was feeling. It was almost as
if he was deprived of something he couldn’t understand. As his head cleared
further, he grew more puzzled.
“I’m not sure,” Iida answered, sharing his confusion. Never once has he been
rendered so….inert? No, he was moving, but without conscious intent. He just
had one thing in mind and he couldn’t comprehend it. He wanted to go after All
Might, get some answers.
“Class dismissed!” the teacher shouted, shaking the students from their
reverie. Those still in the control room were frozen in shock. One minute, All
Might was there, the next he was leaping across to the exit. Slowly, they came
back to reality and ventured into the terrain.
“That was really weird,” Kaminari stated. “Did All Might want to save Bakugou
instead?”
“Iida, Todoroki, was Bakugou injured during the retrieval?” Yaoyorozu called.
“I don’t think Kacchan would get injured. He would’ve fought back if something
happened,” Midoriya commented. “Depending on how much he was sweating, he
could’ve created an explosion capable of destroying the debris and making the
pit bigger. I wonder how much nitroglycerin would be produced at an accelerated
rate wherein-” He continued to ramble off while his classmates ignored him in
favor of sniffing the air.
“What is that?” Uraraka wondered. She took a few more sniffs. “It’s so sweet.”
She could feel herself grow agitated and fidgety. Her legs travelled closer to
the source, followed by some of her classmates.
“Oi, time to change,” a new voice called. Aizawa appeared, bored. However, if
one knew him well enough, they would recognize the concern of the events and
the effect he felt from the pheromones.
Meanwhile, All Might sped around the corners of the school and up flights of
stairs until he reached the nurse’s office. His mind was a constant string of
not good, not good, not good, not good. WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN NOW? What
was the possibility of it occurring now and in one of the most alpha populated
areas? It’s been years since an omega presented in this town. None of the kids
have experienced an omegas smell. Unless they had family. And even then, this
town is too populated to host omegas.
“RECOVERY GIRL! WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY!” He finally arrived. Unfortunately he
left a trail. That will need to be rectified.
Thankfully no one was there aside from the nurse in question. Startled, the
small lady dropped from her chair, took a few moments to assess the situation.
One sniff is all it took.
“Oh dear, oh dear, put him on the bed and barre the door. Do not, under any
circumstances let anyone in.” She pulled a drawer out and opened a syringe
packet. She filled it with a yellow liquid and pressed it into Bakugou. The
passive boy looked to just close his eyes. The scent lessened significantly but
still lingered from his entrance.
“All Might, you need to get Principal Nezu. Have him call his parents. They’re
going to want to discuss the situation. Bakugou cannot stay here surrounded by
so many alphas.” He glanced to the now sound asleep boy on the cot.
All Might nodded and looked down. He couldn’t help but pity the boy. The
normally abrasive teen just laid limp in his arms as he ran here, conscious but
not. He could smell the submission. Bakugou had no control over his actions.
Especially in the presence of so many alphas.
The boy all but just given up. That certainly is not the Bakugou he knows.
The poor kid….this is going to change everything for him.
He certainly didn’t want to be here when they broke the news to him. Assuming
he could still understand them at this point.
“All Might. Now is not the time to worry. We don’t know the consequences of an
omega presenting so suddenly. Retrieve Nezu and we can converse more.” She
shared his expression. Worry. Concern. Pity.
Bakugou was a promising student.
“Of course. Please excuse me.” He hurried off.
“Now, what am I going to do with you?” Recovery Girl mused, looking back to the
unconscious boy. The suppressant won’t last forever. It was only meant for
presented alphas. She had no idea how long it would last with Bakugou. And with
All Might running all over the school he most certainly left a trail. It’s been
years since an omega presented in this region of Japan. She could only imagine
the consequences.
Some banging on the door and the knob jiggled.
“Recovery Girl! My classmate here presented! He needs to lie down.” She sighed.
She still had a job to do.
The minute she stepped outside, three more pairs of students arrived. All of
which she smelled new alpha pheromones. “Oh dear…” She was afraid this would
happen. All Might really doesn’t think sometimes.
“Recovery Girl, I don’t know what’s going on but they just passed out suddenly.
Is there some sort of epidemic?” one of the girls asked. She shouldered the
other girl more firmly on her back but the older woman recognized some of the
smaller signs she herself displayed. Dilated eyes, flaring nostrils, stooped
head. Her instincts to hunt had activated. She smelled Bakugou. As did the
others. This really was not good.
“Recovery Girl, what’s that smell?”
More students began to pile into the hallway. “Oh dear…” She sighed. “Alright
that’s enough. If you please, direct yourselves to gymnasium A. I’m afraid the
room is occupied at the moment. There’s nothing detrimental, just some
hormones.” She guided them away from the room. At that moment, All Might
reappeared with the principal on his shoulder. Goodness, teenagers were so
hormonal. They had no control over themselves.
“Hello, hello! What have we here? A mouse? A dog? A bear? Smelling a newly
presented omega?” the small creature mused.
“I’m afraid that’s the case, principal Nezu. Bakugou Katsuki, to be exact.”
“This is quite troubling…the press will be all over us. And poor Bakugou…his
mother is on her way. I left his father a voicemail, but as long as one parent
comes, it should be ok. All Might, please stay out here and direct all
presented students to the gymnasium.”
“Yes sir.”
When they opened the door, they were overwhelmed by the sweet odor of an omega
in heat. Said omega lie on the bed, oblivious to the world.
“How many years has it been, Recovery Girl?” Nezu took a seat on one of the
cots.
“I believe ten years,” the older recounted, a tap to her face in recollection.
“The omega at the time was moved immediately to a safety community. There was
no consequences to what happened. Her quirk was not hero worthy, as far as I
know. So she wasn’t surrounded by this many alphas.”
“This is very troubling. Who would have known the number one rank in the
freshman class…is an omega.” He tapped his heel against the bedding in thought.
“How about some tea?”
Recovery Girl frowned. “He’s not going to be able to stay here.”
“He will be advised to move to a safer location. However…I don’t believe he
will be inclined to listen.”
“Perhaps he will listen to his mother.”
“For his sake, I hope so.”
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“This way, Mrs. Bakugou. Your son is in the nurse’s office.”
“This is ridiculous. MY kid couldn’t possibly be a fucking omega! There’s no
fucking omega blood in this family! How could this happen?” Aizawa lead a
woman, whose appearance resembled Bakugou Katsuki almost exactly, down the
hall.
“The principal is waiting for you in there. You can discuss your concerns with
him.”
“How could this happen?” she demanded. “Are you sure it’s heat? Not a fever?”
“If it was a fever we would not have called you to come in right away. I know
this is unusual to happen, but there’s no doubt about it.”
“Fuck….this is….this is fucking impossible. Why isn’t Masaru here? Why didn’t
he pick up his fucking phone?”
The teacher gave nothing away. Although…he could see where Bakugou got his foul
mouth from.
They turned down the hall and saw the symbol of peace directing more kids to
the gymnasium. He quietly let Bakugou Mitsuki and Aizawa into the office.
The first thing that hit them was the smell. It was pungent from being locked
up for so long. But the staff couldn’t risk it. Too many students were
presenting at an alarming rate, no doubt from sensing a nearby omega, ready to
be taken, ready to be impregnated.
Similar thoughts flew in the mother’s mind as she saw her son lying unconscious
on the cot. “Oh Katsuki, what fucking mess did you get into this time…” She
gazed at his softened face, unaffected by the smell.
“It’s risky, Mrs. Bakugou, but I’m afraid your son can’t remain here forever.
You must take him to a secure location.” The rodent-like creature began
explaining the transportation options and safe houses, but she didn’t want to
hear it. She didn’t care. So she shh-ed him and pushed back the white bangs.
His skin was feverish with a glowing pink tint, sweat ran down his body and
stained the sheets, an obvious tent was popping up, and his breathing was
labored. He looked sick, but she knew that he wasn’t. She didn’t want to
believe it, but fucking hell the pheromones don’t lie....to think her own son
would give off such a needy scent. This wasn’t her Katsuki.
“We put him on a suppressant that we use for newly presented alphas. We thought
it was better than nothing, but it doesn’t help the same way,” the principal
explained. Mitsuki looked up, eyes wet and lips pressed together.
“How long will it last?” she asked, kneeling down and brushing more hair back.
It’s been a long time since she had to nurse her son. She didn’t raise a bitch
that complained. No, she knows the punk she raised but never in her wildest
dreams did she expect an omega as well. She couldn’t help but think of how
Katsuki will react when he comes to.
“At best? Approximately three more hours,” the old woman replied shakily. “Then
he must enter his cycle. It’s the healthiest option. He could try to suppress
it more but it’s detrimental to a still developing body.”
Mitsuki sighed. “I understand. But, I won’t discuss anything further until he’s
awake and coherent.” She stood up and glared, albeit there was sorrow that only
a mother could conjure.
“I agree, Mrs. Bakugou,” Nezu confirmed with a nod and a smile. “We will have a
squad take him in a van that’ll cover his pheromones and you can keep him in
his room if you so choose. Are you sure you don’t want a safe house? It’s been
a decade since an omega presented in this town. The Compounds are designed to
protect them and provide products that are clinically proven to hide the scent.
This particular population of this town is very unused to dealing with an omega
in heat.”
“If Katsuki wakes up in an unfamiliar environment, he won’t cooperate. Besides.
I want him home. I’ll contact the nearest compound and discuss getting their
cleaning supplies.”
“Very well. Aizawa, please have a team prepare a van to transport Bakugou
Katsuki to his home. And inform the teachers that we are cutting school early
today. Once Bakugou Katsuki is out of the premises, we need to usher the other
students off the property for cleansing.”
“I understand.” He pulled out his phone and exited the room.
“Recovery Girl, please stay on stand-by. I fear the scent of an omega on
hormonal teenagers is going to cause quite a riot.”
“What else would it be, Principal. Is there anything else?”
“No, but please do not disturb me while I make an important call.”
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“This is quite a turn of events,” All Might commented, hands on his hips.
Aizawa grunted, waiting for the other line to pick up. “It probably wouldn’t
have been so bad…if you had just removed Todoroki and Iida instead of Bakugou
and leaving a trail all over school. At least then the pheromones would have
been contained and the only presented students would be ours. Not the entire
school.”
The number one hero kept his smile but he was clearly at a loss for words. He
scratched at his cheek and his palms grew sweaty. “Ah….yeah…I suppose so…” He
was right…
“Cleaning crew will really be put to work this week.” He held the phone up to
his ear and gave the blond a side glance. Said man stiffened then quickly
turned to look down the end of the hall at…nothing…didn’t matter as long as it
wasn’t at the shorter man.
Chapter End Notes
     So....comments are appreciated. I love constructive criticism! Or
     anything! I'm a needy author who loves everything!
     Also, I have a request for whoever wants to help out! I have two
     pairings put in my tags and to be honest, I haven't decided on what
     my end pairing should be. If you want, leave in the comments on what
     you would like to see and why! Thanks so much for the support!
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Got this done as soon as I could! I wanna keep my updates a weekly
     thing, but we'll see what happens during the holidays! Next chapter!
     Some legal talk. Some OC lawyers, but they're unimportant. Please cut
     me some slack since I had to pretend to be a legal system that isn't
     mine and in which I am not a lawyer whatsoever. I did the best I
     could to have it make sense and seem interesting.
     For those of you who commented last chapter on the couples, I
     appreciate your help! As a result, I am still unsure. I was starting
     to sway in kiribaku direction (because I love Kirishima) but then was
     swarmed with ideas of todobaku and dekubaku! So now, I'm back to
     square one. Well, lemme know what you think! Ja ne~ Enjoy!
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Bakugou’s heat lasted a week. An average length.
During that week, over fifty students at U.A. Hero Academy presented
spontaneously as alphas.
As expected, the event was met with a flurry of confusion from the students,
parents and press.
Principal Nezu sat in his office, ear twitching in irritation. The cleaning
crew had been efficient in neutralizing the omega scent but the students
exploded in hormones and pheromones in a domino effect. The lawyers in his
office argued consistently over the solution to this epidemic.
Epidemic, they called it. Nezu sighed and hopped down from his seat and went to
the window overlooking the school entrance. He could only imagine what the
reporters were demanding to know. He wondered if the Bakugou household was
swamped as well. He didn’t dare to even turn on the TV, for fear of any
negative reports being repeated.
Well, U.A. is well-reputed as the number one hero academy in the world. The
amazing All Might himself graduated from here. But he wasn’t concerned over the
reputation of the school. Not over something like this. Rather he worried
himself over with how the omega would be treated and accepted.
It was his lawyers’ jobs to discuss the legal matters.
But as far as he was concerned, there was no law against omegas becoming
heroes. But that wasn’t the issue.
A knock on the door.
It revealed Bakugou Mitsuki, Aizawa Shouta, two men he didn’t recognize, and a
pouting, rumpled Bakugou Katsuki. He took a quick discreet sniff and was
satisfied that he could barely register the newly presented omega.
“I trust you entered through the back-way, Aizawa-san?” Nezu questioned. The
two lawyers finally stopped bickering.
“It’s the only way to get in here with all those reporters being nosy,” the
scruffy man replied. On the surface he appeared disinterested, but Nezu knew
differently. This was Bakugou’s home teacher after all.
“One of you, I believe, is Mr. Bakugou?” the principal asked, holding out his
paw.
“That would be me. Bakugou Masaru,” the brunet introduced, returning the
gesture. “And this is our attorney.”
“Watanabe Sora, Civil Rights Attorney. I’m here to represent Bakugou Katsuki
and discuss his right to remain a student here at U.A. regardless of secondary
sex status.” He held out his hand to the principal as well.
“Nice to meet you. How are you feeling, young Bakugou?”
The teenager took a look at him before sending a well-managed glare. “Tch.” He
looked away. Certainly not a typical omega.
He was hit upside the head. “Show some respect, you brat!”
“Fucking old hag! I’ll beat your ass!”
Quite a family.
“Mitsuki, Katsuki, please. Now is not the time to argue.”
The teenager glared and crossed his arms, looking away. The woman also looked
annoyed but underneath that was concern. She sighed.
“How was the heat cycle?” Nezu asked, attempting to diffuse the tension. This
caused them all to pause and looked at the student in question once more. He
didn’t return the gaze but it was obvious the news was troubling him. Nezu
wouldn’t be surprised if he still didn’t believe it was true.
“Nothing unmanageable,” the father replied instead. “Unfortunately, a few
alphas in the area turned feral and tried to break in, but the police were
helpful. Once the heat dissipated, we had the house cleaned and everything
returned to normal.”
“Tch,” the student snorted.
“No matter,” Aizawa replied. “Recovery Girl said most new omegas have their
heats irregular but they occur between every two to three months for one week.”
“Yes,” Nezu began. “That’s why we’re all here. Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou, young
Bakugou, these are two of U.A.’s lawyers assigned to this case. They are here
to assess your son’s educational options and plans around the recent events of
his heat.”
“I’m staying at U.A.” They turned to the boy. He was tired but that fire
continued to burn in determination. “I’m going to be the number one hero and
you can’t stop me. I’ll beat whoever tries to. I’ll beat ‘em ‘til their
entitled asses bleed and they cry like fucking bitches.” Another hit upside the
head, but his mother didn’t comment.
“I’m afraid that isn’t up to you, son,” one of the lawyers confessed. His rat
face smirked. “Otsuka Brendan, Public Interest Attorney.” He held out his hand
to the family.
“The hell it is!” Mitsuki responded with a glare, swatting him away.
“My client is right,” the Watanabe stated, opening up his brief case.
“According to the Japanese government, there is no law saying that Bakugou
Katsuki cannot continue his education. It is impractical to take him out of the
curriculum.” He brought out papers concerning the laws regarding the protection
and nature of secondary sexes, as well as the educational system of Japan.
“Also according to law,” Otsuka interjected, “an omega must be protected in a
secure environment. I’m sorry, but as excellent a facility as U.A. is, it is
not that kind of protective location that is meant to provide for omegas.
Especially since it is still full of developing teenagers that have yet to gain
control of their hormones. Developing alphas, to be specific.”
“And betas,” the lawyer continued. “And I don’t know about you, sir, but after
the initial presentation of the secondary sex, we are capable of controlling
our scent glands. The only time it is erratic is during the heat week.
Something that can be regulated.”
“There is no concrete proof of such regulation. And with Bakugou’s
presentation, he will be a distraction to the other students. It is alpha
nature to be drawn to omegas.”
“If dumbass hormonal extras don’t know how to control their hormones and keep
it in their pants, then they sure as hell aren’t fit to be heroes. Besides, I
don’t need fucking protection.” He crossed his arms and glared at the
attorneys.
Otsuka bristled. “On the contrary, young man, omegas are meant to be protected
and the sooner you accept that –“
He stood up and went to grab his collar. “The fuck did you not hear me!?”
Aizawa activated his scarf and restrained him. “Fuck! I said I don’t need
shitty protection!” He scrambled and thrashed but was effectively subdued. He
bared his teeth and seethed.
“Katsuki, sit down! You’re embarrassing yourself!”
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
The brunet lawyer smirked while the others sat in shock. Such a feisty omega.
Nezu sighed. This was going to be more complicated than he would like…
“Please, let us get back on track,” he insisted. The mother and son were at
each other throats, even with the boy under wraps, while their father tried to
calm them both. Watanabe just frowned at a loss as did the other attorney. He
didn’t like how Otsuka was looking at the boy. Maybe he should have been
pickier on who to have represented them.
Ah well, he’ll find someone else after this.
“Bakugou, sit down,” Aizawa commanded. “This is not helping you. Now, if you
want even SOME semblance of a chance of staying here and being number one, then
you will sit down and let the lawyers discuss this.”
The teen stalled his anger. Slowly, he felt his limbs be set free. He continued
to glare, but otherwise sat back down and crossed his arms once more.
“As we were discussing,” Watanabe continued, “young Bakugou is right. There is
no concrete proof that alphas can’t control themselves. Humans have evolved to
not just bow down to our primitive nature. This is the first time an omega has
had a powerful and promising quirk that is capable of heroism. And besides, we
are here to discuss the legality of the situation.”
“I agree,” Nezu added. “We are getting off track. U.A. is the best school in
the world with top Pro Heroes teaching here. There is no law that bars an omega
from going to this school, learning to be a hero, and becoming certified. U.A.
is well known for its security in technology and pro Heroes present.”
“Omegas must be in a protected facility. Is U.A. qualified compared to other
omega living societies? Or even by a qualified alpha?” Otsuka questioned, smirk
still in place. It was very unsettling. Nezu prays he’s the only one who sees
it.
They all stayed quiet.
“Tch.” The blond boy looked away, anger causing him to rattle.
“That is something for the courts to define,” Nezu stated. “For the time being,
I suggest for Bakugou Katsuki to remain here and be provided a dorm on the far
side of the school. I also suggest you to meet with Recovery Girl at the end of
every week on your health. She can order and provide some soap and shampoo that
are known to help omegas protected under the Compound Association.” The boy
glared at him. “This is a nonnegotiable and unfortunately temporary solution.
We can discuss later what will happen for heat week. Afterwards, we can
reconvene and decide if this course of action was the best. If not…” He left
the implication to hang.
“Principal Nezu, as one of the legal minds here, I strongly advise against
this,” the other lawyer commented finally. She had a much softer face compared
to Otsuka. She turned to the Bakugou family. “General Attorney, Yamamoto Yuki.
I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself.” She cleared her throat and sent a
subtle annoyed glare to the sulking teen. “Regardless of Bakugou Katsuki’s
ability to function in a highly alpha favored environment, the press have
already begun creating stories on what U.A. is doing. Some of it is positive,
but a good amount is negative. Politicians will begin discussing whether or not
an omega belongs in a hero academy. Before now, no omega has been qualified to
attend a hero academy due to their nature and lack of quirk to manage the
entrance exams, so it has not been up for discussion. As a result, it will
attract unwanted, negative attention. I suggest we set a court date and discuss
this further in an official environment with judges. We should have Bakugou
Katsuki out of school to protect U.A.’s reputation. After the politicians have
debated this and set a law to either fully protect Bakugou’s education or
revoke it. It is in the best interest of U.A. and Bakugou.”
Another pause. Nezu gave this some thought.
“The negativity can go either way,” Watanabe started. “If we remove him now,
the public may accuse U.A. of favoring alphas and are prejudice against omegas
becoming heroes. Keeping and suspending him will run either way. Besides, this
is not about U.A.’s reputation, it’s about a boy’s education.”
During this time Bakugou grew angrier. Who the hell were they to talk about his
future? His future. So what if he’s an omega? While he’s still reeling from the
thought of it, in the big picture, it didn’t matter. He had one goal and that
was to surpass All Might as the number one hero. No one talked about how alpha
traits contributed to the symbol of peace’s success. He was just a great hero
who won, all the damn time. So why should he be treated any differently? It’s
not like those alpha losers could defeat him. His quirk had him at the top of
the freshman class. Number one. Where he belongs. As a winner. Therefore, he
belonged in the number one school.
“It isn’t practical to remove Bakugou Katsuki from the curriculum,” Watanabe
added, putting his papers away. “Without presentation, he ranked number one in
his quirk skill. He earned his position here. Unless a new law states that
omegas are not allowed to attend U.A., it is not illegal for Bakugou Katsuki to
remain here.”
It pissed Bakugou off that they just talked about him like he wasn’t in the
room. But he appreciated, even mildly, that someone had some fucking brains to
remember he was strong.
“I agree,” Nezu replied. “We do need to set a court date, however. After the
second heat. We can’t rush into court without knowing if this is going to be a
problem. If there is no legality issues otherwise, Bakugou Katsuki, you shall
remain a student under the conditions I set. Are there anymore concerns?
Legally?”
They remained silent. Otsuka looked like he wanted to add something, but
stopped himself. He stole a side glance to the young omega. If he noticed, he
didn’t acknowledge him. Yamamoto on the other hand looked distressed. Nezu
understood. This is a tricky situation. The reputation of the school takes
priority. It’s difficult how the public will react now, when they hear how
Bakugou is remaining a student here.
Or how the students and parents will react.
“Very good. Aizawa-san, I trust you to keep an eye on Bakugou. Mr. and Mrs.
Bakugou, I will give you a few days to gather your son’s possessions and move
them here. Bakugou, you will be escorted to your room immediately. Make
yourself comfortable.”
Chapter End Notes
     I dunno, I was kinda iffy on this chapter. I was especially super
     nervous because I'm not so great with legal talk. Constructive
     criticism is always welcome, but...please be gentle. I'll probably
     keep the end pairing a secret (when I decide on it) until the end,
     but will most definitely have a harem x Bakugou for a while as well
     as a nice mixture of the pairings in the tags.
     Anyway, I appreciate the support! I would like next chapter to be up
     in a week, but with Christmas coming up, I'll do the best I can. I do
     enjoy writing this after all, Even if I'm not the greatest at
     writing.
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