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Alpha Class 1A x Reader Pt.4

Here’s another part to the growing Saga! I will say, the order these are published aren’t necessarily chronological, but more so in the order people ask for them. I also tried to flush out the reader a bit more. I know this isn’t 100% accurate, but writing every little thing that happened over a series of episodes would make a longer fic than anyone would want to read, not to mention how long it would take. I did my best to summarize and make the story my own. After all, who would want to just read the USJ attack all over again but with one more character added. I hope you all still enjoy it and continue wanting more alpha class 1A x reader as I really enjoy writing this series! Until next time!

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To say you were beyond excited was an understatement. If you could, you would be jumping with all the energy you had, but when you had tried to get up before while the bus was still moving Iida had all but tackled you back into your seat, all the while giving you a lecture on how 87% of injuries on buses were due to passengers moving around out of their seats while still in motion.

So now here you sat, squished between Kirishima and Uraraka as you bounced your leg up and down while constantly looking through the windows behind you in hopes of catching a glimpse of your destination. Your friends merely laughed at your puppy-like display.

“You know, we’re not going to get there any faster no matter what you do right? Might as well relax and enjoy the ride.”

Uraraka nodded along with Kirishima. “Yeah. No doubt Mr.Aizawa has something tiring planned for us.”

“I can’t help it.” You whined, sighing as you let your head fall back against the window. A bit too hard at that, as the small ‘thunk’ of your skull making contact with the glass was followed by a whine of pain.

Kirishima laughed, ruffling your hair while you rubbed the now sore spot. Unbeknownst to the both of you, there were a few other alphas watching the scene, attention drawn from the moment your distressed chirp hit their ears.

“It’s just that I’m so excited to finally be doing some practice other than fighting. Being able to show up to disasters and save people, it’s what being a hero is all about. More so than just hitting people really hard.”

“Yeah,” Midoriya chimed in from the other side of Uraraka. “Being a hero is more than just fighting. Keeping those who can’t protect themselves safe is the most important thing.” He was already flipping through his book, showing off information on all the rescue heroes he had studied.

“And with your quirk, you should be great at whatever they throw at us.”

You blushed, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. The moment was short lived as the overpowering scent of multiple alphas pressed forward, fighting for dominance in the small space as they practically screamed ‘back off’.

The most notable being the all too familiar scents of wood smoke and peppermint, so potent and powerful that you were practically choking on it.

“Knock it off! As alphas and future pro heroes you should learn to control your scents. A slip up can lead to a whole new set of problems in a crisis involving civilians. Not only am I tired of it but I would think you would be more considerate of your classmates.” Aizawa spoke for the first time since crawling into his sleeping bag at the start, gesturing over to where you and Uraraka sat as he did.

With the attention now solely on you it was clear that you both, being the only Omegas, were uncomfortable. You had gotten used to the overpowering scent of alphas and could easily squash down your instincts that screamed at you to submit, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable when it did happen.

It was the alphas’ turn to blush, mumbling as windows were opened to air out the smell.

“Apologies (f/n)-san, Uraraka-san. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable, and it appears I have a ways to go before I am able to completely control my scent from getting out of control.” Todoroki stood and bowed in your direction, ignoring Iida and his ranting to sit down.

“Ah, it’s alright Todoroki.” You waved your hands frantically trying to disperse the awkwardness. It wasn’t that big of a deal after all. “We’re all still learning, and it’s not like your smell is bad at all.”

Uraraka nodded as even she had to admit the boy had a sharp and calming scent. Perfect for an alpha of his status.

Said boy was quick to straighten, eyes slightly widened as he stared back. Whatever he was going to say was lost as another alpha jumped forward, red eyes full of anger.

“Oi! My scent was the strongest one! It had to be mine that you were smelling! It’s the best after all, you’ve said it yourself!” Bakugou was fuming, smoke practically coming out of his ears and hands clenched with barely controlled rage as he held himself back from attacking Todoroki.

“It’s a good scent for an alpha,” you admitted, making his chest puff with pride. “,but it’s a bit much right now.”

The reaction was almost instant, with him immediately deflating and casting a glare Todoroki’s way before flopping back down into his seat, growling to himself as he took back to staring out the window.

“Alphas.” You shook your head, Uraraka nodding in agreement beside you.

The rest of the ride was relatively uneventful, and when you finally arrived you were the first one off. Jumping through the doors and bouncing around as everyone filed out, you lead the group right to the doors of USJ. Your excitement was almost palpable in your scent, your classmates soaking it in along with the small chirps of excitement that periodically escaped you. There was nothing that relaxed an alpha more than a happy omega, and with how you were now all the nervousness and stress from before had completely melted away. It was one of the few things you actually did like about being an omega, having the ability to help your classmates with just a small scent change.

“All right students, this is Disaster Hero: Thirteen.” Aizawa gestured to the man beside him. “She’ll be helping me with the instruction today and every other time we come here.”

Her space themed suit made it hard to miss her huge form, and the unfeeling gaze set you on edge. If it weren't for the fact that she looked like a giant marshmallow you might have actually been a bit scared of her.

When she spoke however, the voice that reverberated through the dark glass of her helmet was light and echoed, like she was a friend yelling from a distance.

“It’s nice to meet you all. I can see UA has procured some exceptionally promising young heroes this year. As Aizawa said before I am pro hero Thirteen, and I specialize in disaster events. And this, ” she gestured to the building around her. “,is the USJ training facility.”

She proceeded to explain the facility and it’s different components, all the while you grew more and more excited. This was it! You were finally going to be able to test your quirk to its limit in a multitude of different scenarios!

“If you’ll just come along this way then-”

Before she could finish, a dark cloud appeared behind him. It was almost mist like in nature, curling and weaving through the air as it continued to spread. When it began to slow in spreading, a voice emerged from the inky darkness.

“Forgive us for being so rude as to invite ourselves in, but we have some business to attend to.”

From the shadows emerged a man made from the same smoke spread throughout the arena. After him was a boy who looked not much older than yourself. His hunched figure and unnerving aura was enough to draw attention, but what really caught your eye were the hands placed all over his body. Namely the one that was placed directly over his face, only allowing the smallest view of the cracked and scarred skin beneath. He reeked of alpha, just like all the others that were emerging from the mist behind him. It set your omega on edge, having this many powerful alphas all in one room.

“Where is All Might? He was supposed to be here.” He sounded annoyed, scratching at the scarred skin of his neck as he spoke.

“He’s not here right now, but I’d be more than glad to take a message. Thirteen,” he glanced back to where you were all still grouped near the entrance. “Get them out of here.”

Aizawa jumped into the throng of villains below, never a moment of hesitation as he took out one after another. Meanwhile Thirteen was trying to get you all out, only to have her path blocked by the mist man from before.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you leave. Having you return to the school and alert them of our presence here would do no good for our plans.” He raised his arms, a black mist instantly shooting out and towards your group. Speed had never been your forte, and his attack took you by surprise. There was no way you could have dodged it.

Everything was black, leaving you completely blind. Then, all at once, you were free falling, light once again blinding you. The journey ended with a splash as water encompassed your body. An involuntary chirp left your body at the shock of the cold liquid, allowing water to make its way into your throat.

Steadying the increasing levels of panic, you urged your body to kick and pull, propelling you through the water and back up to the surface. As soon as your head broke through you were hacking up water, trying to pull in desperate gulps of air at the same time. Your lungs burned with air, worse than the time you had almost drowned in the wave pool at the water park.

As your mind began working once again you were quick to assess the area. It looked like you were in the water rescue part of the facility. Water poured down in heavy sheets to the left, partially blocked in view by the boat that laid in the middle. There were no others that you could see so they must be scattered elsewhere. There was no time to worry about them though. Right now it would be best to get back to the main entrance and see if anyone else was still there.

Confident with the plan in mind, you began to once again propel yourself through the water towards the edge of the pool. With your attention completely focused on getting out though, all else was blocked out by your brain. Namely the ripples on the surface of the water, which grew bigger and faster as they neared.

Passing by the ship, movement from the corner of your eye had you pause. Turning, you saw Midoriya, Tsuyu, and...was that Mineta? Great. You were stuck with the perverted beta in a life or death situation.

They were yelling, waving their hands and pointing, but it was hard to make out what they were saying.

“(F/n)..out...water!....behind..”

It was all you needed to hear, whipping around just in time to see a shark faced man springing from the water.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Before he could reach you, you felt something soft and warm wrap around your waist. The next instant you were yanked back, once again flying through the air as the man’s serrated teeth closed on empty space. The landing on the deck you were a bit more composed, managing to stay upright and on your feet while stumbling.

“Ah! Great catch Tsysu!” Midoriya exclaimed. He and the others were on you in an instant, checking your body for any wounds or bruises.

“Our poor omega! Left to fend for themself!” Mineta cried dramatically.

“But,” his mood shifted, a familiar gleam in his eye returning. “Since we saved you, how about you give your heroic alphas a kiss.” He leaned closer, lips already puckered, only to be stopped as Tsuyu shoved him down.

“We have other things to worry about. Besides, we all know no omega would kiss you.”

“Waaahhhh! How could you be so cruel!” He was crying, dramatic tears running down his face while the rest of you ignored him.

“What are we going to do about them. There’s no way we can get out of here and back to the others without going through the water.”

“Yeah, you're right. But even if they’re lower ranking villains they still have way more experience with their quirks than we do. Taking them in a face to face fight won’t work. Not to mention they outnumber us easily.” Midoriya placed his chin in his hand, brows furrowed in thought.

The voice of one of the many people rang from below.

“There’s no way you’re getting out of here. Shigaraki paid us to kill you brats and that’s what we’re going to do. Though,” his eyes fell onto your form, eyeing you like a dog would a piece of meat. “, if the cute little omega wants to come down here and surrender peacefully, we could let them live.”

“Yeah. Could have a lot of fun with that one.” The shark man from before laughed along with his comrades.

You were steaming. It was no new thing to experience treatment like this from alphas, but the fact that they weren’t even recognizing you as a student hero set a fire in your stomach.

“Tch. Like I would ever even let you touch me with a ten foot pole!” You yelled back. “I would rather die first!” Beside you both Tsuyu and Midoriya were just as angry, if not more so. They might not be looking to be your mate but you were still class 1A’s omega and there was no way they were going to let anything happen to you!

“Lets see if you’re saying that when we actually get our hands on you.” The group drew closer, forming a loose ring around the boat as they approached.

“I got it!” Midoriya shouted. Gathering around him, he laid out what could only be described as the most insane and luck involving plan you had heard from him yet.

“This better work.” You grumbled. “I hate getting thrown around.”

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Coughing water for the second time in less than an hour, you were utterly tired to the bone. The next time you went swimming would be too soon. Even the thought of being drenched as you were now was enough to make you shiver. Or maybe that was from the water already submerging everything from the neck down.

Currently you were floating next to the others, watching Aizawa struggle more and more as he grew weary.

“We have to help him!”

Midoriya was barely able to hold you back, struggling to keep you in his grip as you fought to aid your alpha teacher. They may not have been able to smell it as alphas, but with your own omega sense of smell being acutely tuned in to alphas you could tell he was growing weaker and weaker, though he gave no physical evidence of it.

“No. He drew all the villains to the main plaza so that we could have a better chance of getting away.”

“Maybe, but are the others even still there? And if they are, is the mist guy from earlier still there as well? Ribbit.”

Even from here you could see the battle between Thirteen and the mysterious villain. A fight that seemed to be at a standstill with only a handful of your classmates caught up as well. The others must have suffered the same fate and been transported to different parts of USJ. So not only were you all being attacked, but you were split up and weakened as well!

“There’s no time to worry about that!” It was taking every ounce of will in you to keep your own scent from going wild. Between the stress you yourself were feeling and that of your classmates, your need to cover the area in your own sweet smelling scent to deescalate the situation was driving you crazy. “Aizawa needs our help now! If we don’t then-”

No sooner had the words left your mouth than Shigaraki appeared before the alpha. Even though he was a smaller alpha, just a child standing next to the full grown hero before him, he gave off the same sense of danger, if not more.

“You quirk isn’t all that impressive. You wear the goggles to hide your eyes, but you can’t hide from me.” His arm reached out as if in slow motion, latching on to Aizawa’s elbow. Instantly the material of his short fell apart, followed by skin as fracturing cracks splintered across the surface before withering away, exposing the flesh and bone underneath.

In the same moment the battle between Thirteen and her opponent took a shift. With one simple warp gate the back of her suit was destroyed, trapping her and using her own quirk to tear it apart. There was a commotion, but all you could gather from your viewpoint was the sound of Uraraka yelling, followed by the sight of a chunk of metal seemingly attached to the villain flying in the air.

It was a dazzling sight, almost enough to draw your attention away from the much closer, and much more dangerous fight going on in front of you. Movement from the corner of your eye drew your attention one again. A shadow, big and fast, was moving.

Aizawa had just managed to rip his arm away before it was completely disintegrated, jumping back and away, only to be slammed into the ground. He tried to get back up, only to have his other arm smashed back down, twisting it at an odd angle and drawing a cry of pain from him. Again he tried to escape, only to be pisces up and slammed back down. The force of which cracked the spot beneath him, giving a sickening crunch as bones cracked and snapped against gravel. Pinned down, he laid there, unmoving.

“Aizawa!” The sound tore through the air, sounding more like an agonizing howl than a scream. So loud and full of pain it was hard to believe such a sound had come from your own throat.

The alpha you looked up to as a mentor, encouraging you and offering advice in his own gruff way, helping you train after school and nurture your talents, always being the first to help figure out any roadblocks you came across as an omega, was laying lifeless before your very eyes. The same alpha who came called a meeting with your parents and scolded your father, your pro hero alpha father, for discouraging your dreams of becoming a hero.

There was an instant hush that fell across the stadium, all heads turning your way as the sound made its way through the giant space, bouncing off every wall and creating an awful echo of your own scream. The alphas next to you had their ears covered, scents going wild as they tried to sooth you. There was nothing, no alpha or beta or omega, that could calm you now. Right now though, there were bigger things to worry about than feelings.

Shigaraki was there in the blink of an eye, looming above your hiding spot in the water from his position on the edge of the pool.

“I guess getting rid of these ones will have to do.”

He reached out, past Tsuyu, past Midoriya, even past Mineta. You weren’t fast enough, to even think about dodging, but Tsuyu was. She quickly shoved you out of the way, alpha instincts working in overdrive to continue to protect the omega that had been in her immediate care since they had found you at the boat. Images of what happened to Aizawa’s own flesh ran through your mind, with Tsuyu crumpling into a pile of dust, the ashes of her body mixing and being carried away by the water.

It hovered a moment, tempting anyone to try and stop him, before making contact with the long tongued girl.

Nothing happened, everyone remaining frozen. Even Shigaraki himself seemed surprised.

“You’re really cool, Eraser Head.” Straightening back up, he cast a glance back over his shoulder.

There, head straining against the hand of the monster above him, was Aizawa. His eyes glowed their familiar red, preventing Shigaraki from doing anything to his students.

“Hmmm, how troublesome. You’re not even a boss.” He snapped his fingers, causing the beaker creature to slam his face back into the ground.

“Now,” he spoke, turning back towards your group. “where were-”

“Sssmmmaashhh!” Midoriya screamed, jumping from the water. His arm pulsed with veins of power, just like in the entrance exams. His fist arced towards the lean boy with the intent of hitting full force. You had seen the power he could produce first hand. If he were to release it onto a living person there was no other outcome but death. Midoriya, nor any of your other classmates, had ever killed anyone with your powers. Would he even be ab;e to live with himself afterwards? But in this situation was there any other choice?

His first made contact, sending a blast of explosive power like a shockwave everywhere. Being so close to the point of impact knocked the wind from your lungs, eyes blinded with tears as the wind drew every ounce of moisture from them.

All at once it was over, leaving nothing but swaying trees and rippling water.

“N-no way!”

There, standing in the path of the hit and taking all it’s force, was the black monster from before. It hadn’t even looked like it took any damage.

“I-impossible.”

The creatures' pin point eyes rolled in their sockets before locking on to Midoriya, who was still frozen in shock.

“You were trying to kill me with that, weren’t you?” Shigiraki shighed. “How rude of you, hero.” He chastised the young alpha, despite having tried to do the same thing just seconds ago.

The creature grabbed onto Midoriya’s arm, enveloping almost the entire lower half in a single hand. It didn’t take a genius to know what was coming next, and even though he was the king of injuries there was no way he would survive a fight with this thing.

“Midoriya.” It was a slip up, something you had thought had been beaten out of you with months of practice, but along with his name a chirp escaped your lips. A very distressed, omega chirp.

Shigaraki’s head snapped back to face you so quickly you thought ,and hoped, he had broken his neck in the process. Just as quick as before his arm reached out, except this time you were prepared. Diving forward you caught him around the waist, taking him both by surprise and to the ground. He was still stunned as you straddled his lower back, twisting his arms behind him and incapable of doing any damage.

He tried to get back up, only to have the elbow of the hand not holding him drive into his spine. It was a move Aizawa had taught you for subduing opponents, and you knew first hand how much it hurt. It put a smug sense of satisfaction in you to be able to use a move taught by him against the same villain who put him in the state he was now. All that was left was to place a well aimed blow to the back of his head and knock him out, then you could-

“W..what the hell!” Unable to deliver the final blow as you were hoisted into the air, you could only flounder helplessly as the same creature that had Midoriya grabbed you with it’s other hand. Just like with Midoriya’s arm it’s hand easily enclosed both of yours in a steel grip, growing tighter and tighter the more you struggled to the point where you thought they would turn into nothing more than dust.

Shigaraki stood, shaking his hands out as the blood flow slowly returned to them. Stepping closer, he got closer than you would want anyone to ever be, tilting his head slightly as he examined you from head to toe.

Taking a step closer, he ignored your struggles and moved his mask aside, brushing your hair aside to reveal more of your skin. Leaning in, the skin of his nose brushed the sensitive juncture of your neck, right above the scent gland.

His body almost convulsed, shivers running down his spine as he let loose a low groan. “Omega.” He whispered, chapped lips brushing against the gland.

The way he said it, so possessive and needy, sent shivers down your spine, instilling fear into your core.

“With all these other alpha’s scents I almost didn’t recognize you. What a...delectable...scent you have there. It makes me wonder how I could ever miss it.”

You didn’t even try to hold it back anymore. The scent of fear sripped from every pore, accompanied by an almost constant chirping that took over the ability to even talk.

“There there. You should consider yourself luck. To think I almost destroyed something as sweet smelling as you earlier.” Fingers ran down your cheek, traveling lower and latching themselves around your neck with just the pinky extended. He pulled you from the creature's grasp, as with the grip he currently had there was no chance of fighting back unless you wanted to die. “I can’t believe they let a cute thing like you out here. Haven’t you ever been told? Leave the fighting to the alphas.”

You tried your best to glare back at him, the image surely ruined by the occasional chirp that still escaped and the scent of fear that had only grown stronger. He only laughed, pulling you closer. “I’ll have fun breaking you into the perfect little omega. Kurogiri.” The man from before was instantly at his side.

He had abandoned your other classmates, who were crouched around Thirteen’s body. Even from here you could feel their hatred filled gazes, all directed at Shigaraki. Their own alpha scents flooded the area, aggressive and ready to fight. In a way, it was comforting to know they were all so worried, but there was nothing they could do with you in his grasp as you were.

“Let’s finish this. Get the Nomu. I want to go back and-”

He was cut off mid-sentence by the sound of metal booming. The entrance to USJ steamed, and from that steam emerged the face of hope.

“All Might!”

“I had a bad feeling.” His voice spoke in a deep baritone as he came closer, passing your other classmates. “I passed young Iida on the way here and got a rough idea of what was going on here.”

He turned to them. “You all fought well today, despite never having to face such a challenge before. Which is why I can proudly say,” he looked back, eyes blazing a fiery blue.”I am here!”

He pushed off, nothing more than a blur as he plowed through the remaining villains. He even managed to get Midoriya away from the Nomu, grabbing Tsuyu and Mineta on the way.

“Go to the entrance. I’m leaving AIzawa to you.”

“But All Might, you..”

He held up a hand, silencing him.

“It is alright young Midoriya. I’ll handle everything from here on out.”

He turned, locking eyes with the man that held you captive. His scent gave no hint of worry, but the way his fist clenched beside him said differently.

“Why don’t you let my student there go and turn yourself in to the police. We can do this nice and easy.”

“Kill him.” The Nomu jumped forward towards All Might. They fought. Blow after blow was exchanged, each equally met and matched by the other as they dualed. The force would have been enough to knock you down if not for the support of Shigaraki’s body pressing up behind you.

Everyone had seen All Might fight on TV many times. There were more videos capturing his fights than all other heroes combine. But to see it in person was a whole different story. The entire time you remained tense, ready to flee if given the chance. But, as All Might brought the muscled creature back over his head in a finishing suplex, the floor opened with a familiar purple haze, allowing the creature to reappear under him and latch a vice grip around his waist. It’s fingers dug into his side, going so deep as to draw blood.

“Foolish hero. The plan was never for him to kill you.” Kurogiri stepped forward. “He was only supposed to hold you so that I could finish you off.”

All Might continued to struggle, unable to escape the Nomu’s grip.

“No! Please! Stop this!” You begged, putting every ounce of pleading omega into your voice you could, all the while pumping as many distress pharaones as you could into the air. It was in an alpha’s nature to listen to and try to please and comfort omegas. Surely if you tried hard enough you could use that to your advantage! Maybe the pheromones would be enough to momentarily distract the Nomu and allow All Might to slip from its grasp. That one was a long shot though. That thing didn’t smell like any rank, and it certainly had no problem hurting omegas.

It was all but a pipe dream, as Shigaraki only laughed. “I like it when you beg. Maybe you’re not a lost hope after all.”

You squirmed, ignoring his warnings to stop. If you died then so be it. Anything was better than ending up in the hands of this creep.

Then you caught it. A whiff so faint you could though you had imagined it at first. Then it grew more powerful, coming closer and closer. The smell alone was almost enough to bring you to tears. Woodsmoke, spices, and peppermint, mixed with cedar wood flooded you senses.

“All Might!” Midoriya flew through the air, moving with speed of which you had never seen from him before. His trajectory was aimed right for Kurogiri, putting him in the path of what could now be considered a human bullet.

Then, an explosion.

“Damn Deku! Stay out of my way!”

Bakugou looked pissed. Even more so than normal. His scent had been so strong that Midoriya approaching hadn’t even registered in the scent you were picking up.

Bakugou hadn’t even landed and a path of ice was making its way towards the fight, crawling up the Nomu and completely encasing the entire side of it in ice. Right on cue, Kirishima and Todoroki joined the fray.

Bakugou had what you assumed to be the body of Kurogiri pinned to the floor, grinding him into the dirt. “One move and I’ll blow you to bits.”

“Oh? That doesn’t sound very heroic to me.” Kirishima laughed. Leave it to him to smile during a situation like this.

“No!”

Shigaraki’s grip loosened a fraction at the sight of his top fighters being subdued, hardly at all really, but it was just the chance you were looking for.

Brining your head forward, you slammed back and up as hard as you could. The connection was perfect, a crunch coming from the face of your captor. He yelled out in pain, grabbing the area in pain, and in turn letting you go.

Kiri was the first to reach you, sweeping you into his arms and cradling you protectively to his chest while Todoroki hovered on the other side, squishing you between them.

“Alpha! I can’t believe you came! I-”

The look on Todoroki’s face caught you by surprise, making you shrink further into Kirishima.

You had seen the alpha angry before, but never like this. He looked almost feral. One glance over at Bakugou and you could see even from only a small portion of his face that he was the same. Eyes bloodshot, teeth even harper than normal. His nails were so sharp they threatened to tear through the gloves of his uniform, and now that you stopped to really take a breath you realized how strong their scents were. They were so pungent, it was no wonder you smelled them coming from a mile away. They all had an overpowering, burnt smell to them. The telltale sign of an alpha’s anger.

“Relax. You’re scaring them.” Kirishima laughed. Despite his laid back attitude you could tell he was just on edge. His scent was stronger than normal, and though his eyes weren’t bloodshot, his nails were just as long as the others, if not more so, and his shark teeth seemed even sharper than normal.

“My apologies. That was not my intention, but we heard you shout earlier and I was unable to hold myself back.”

“W..what?”

“Yeah, we heard you yell all the way across the facility. That already had these two frothing at the mouth.” He gestured to the other two, Todoroki still on high alert and Bakugou who still had his back to you. His muscles in his back were tensed and hunched, quivering with what could have been both anger and excitement.

“Then when we got closer we picked up your distressed scent, which was kind of the end game. You should have seen the villains we ran into on the way. They didn’t even stand a chance.”

They did all that for you? Sure, you knew they were protective of you, but so were all the other alphas and betas in the class. Even when you had been caught they could do nothing, only able to watch in anger and fear. Was it just because these three were stronger alphas that they reacted so violently? Or maybe….no. Impossible. You weren’t as cute as Uraraka, or as powerful as or cool as Mina or Yaoyorozu. There were other girls, alphas, that would make better fits for them.

But to think you had drawn the eye of the two strongest alphas in the first year, it made the omega in you both purr in happiness and blush.

“Enough!” Skihigaraki’s shout pierced the air, reminding you he was still there. So distracted by the appearance of your favorite alpha, you had almost forgotten there was currently a life or death situation going on.

“We came here to kill All Might.” He snapped his fingers. The nomu struggled to its feet, both of the limbs Todoroki had encased in ice just moments before snapping off, only to regrow almost instantly. “Behold, Nomu’s regenerating powers.”

No. It wasn’t possible. That thing was already crazy strong, and if it could regenerate from any injury just like that then….

“Destroy them, and bring me back my omega. I want to see them suffer when I publically claim one of their own.”

There was no warning, no sign indicating its attack as it moved, heading straight towards Bakugou. He froze in fear, his grip on Kurogiri loosening and allowing him to slip away back to Shigaraki’s side.

“No!”

You had already seen so many people close to you get hurt today, and if someone else got hurt because of you, you would never be able to forgive yourself. RIpping yourself from Kirishima’s

That’s when it happened. Your quirk activated.

Much like Midorya and many of your other classmates your quirk was still a work in progress, but you had even less control over yours than Midoriya did. The times it did work were far and few in between, but when it did.

You were on Bakugou in a second, covering his own body with your own. His own blood shot and feral eyes widening as your body covered his, shielding him from whatever was to happen. It hit like a brick, landing right in the center of your back, perfectly connecting with delicate bones of the spine.

There was a moment of silence, everyone standing in shocked silence.

“(F-f/n).” Baukgou’s voice was accompanied by a whimper, ignoring the blood that dripped from your own mouth onto his skin. He could smell it already, your scent becoming weaker and weaker.

The scent of someone dying.

You only smiled, cupping his face in yours, small, weakened purrs coming from your own chest in an effort to sooth the distraught alpha. His own hands returned the gesture, careful to keep his slowly retracting nails from scratching soft skin as he traced his fingers over your face.

“You always jump in before thinking.” Small chuckles only caused more blood to bubble out, your breath rattling with the blood in your lungs. Something was definitely broken.

It was getting harder to breath, an invisible weight pushing down on your chest. Seeing was a thing of the past as everything became more blurry while your eyelids became heavier. You couldn’t even manage to make sounds anymore. You were vaguely aware of movement and souting, the feeling of being moved very quickly turning your stomach.

The sensation of hands all over your body was one of the last things you were aware of. Even if you died here, what a way to go. Dying like a hero, surrounded by the scents of yourfrineds and in the arms of one of the alphas closest to you.

Not a bad way to go indeed. It was almost enough to draw a smile if you could have even felt your face.

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Bleach. It invaded your peaceful slumber, forcing your heavy body closer towards consciousness.

You had always hated the smell. It was to steril and unfeeling, especially to your sensitive omega senses. The cleaner you used in your own room and house was designed to be more appealing, smelling more like vanilla and cedar. It didn’t clean as well but it was sure better than any other cleaners you had used.

There was only one place you could think of that still used bleach as a cleaner.

Opening your eyes was a task in itself. Your body was still heavy with slumber, and any moment felt like you were moving through gallons of molasses. Bit by bit you managed, slowly opening your eyes to the unforgiving light beyond until they were halfway open.

Yup. You were in a hospital room. A nice one by the looks of it, since your bed was the only one, and there was a large window off to one side that overlooked the city below. A number of flowers and food from your favorite places were lined along the outside of the room, adding the only splash of color to the steril room.

It was dusk, rays of light streaming in from the quickly setting sun, casting warm shadows in the otherwise cold area. A cold wind blew in from the open window, sending goosebumps along your skin and a shiver down your spine, prompting you to draw the blanket closer.

Well, you tried to anyway. It only pulled so far before stopping, refusing to go any further. Shifting your vision, you saw a familiar head of brown hair laying on the side of your bed.

“U..uraraka?” It hurt to talk, and your voice was little more than a whisper, but that was all that was needed. Said girl's head instantly shot up. Her eyes locked on to yours, instantly filling with tears.

“Guys! She’s awake.” She yelled, throwing her arms around you and burying her face in your shoulder. Her comforting scent washed over you, bringing a sense of familiarity and chasing away the steril hospital smell. Before you could even ask what she was yelling about what sounded like a stampede reached your ears, getting closer and louder by the second.

Kirishima was the first in the room, skidding around the corner of the doorframe and nearly running into the door itself. He was quickly followed by Midorya, then Shoto and the rest of the class. The once quiet room was now a whirlwind of activity with everyone crowding around the bed, trying to squeeze in as close as possible as they asked question after question.

“How are you feeling?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Are you hungry?”

Their combined scents filled the room, creating a hectic and comforting environment as it reminded you of the classroom. Your own scent reached out in return, calming them all enough to finally be able to get a word in.

“I’m fine. Sore, but fine.”

“I can’t believe you did that!” IIda scolded, hands chopping the air in front of him with unexpelled energy. “You put yourself in unnecessary danger! All Might himself was there, so for you to allow yourself to be injured in such a preventable way when he would have been able to take care of everything was highly reckless on you part!”

Despite the scolding, your heart warmed happily . You knew you should be taking him more seriously, but his words were coming from a place of concern and love, making it hard to keep from smiling.

Now that he mentioned it, your thoughts went back to what happened. Between the boat incident, shigaraki, and Aizawa getting hurt everything was a blur. Speaking of injuries..

“Where Aizawa? And Thirteen. Are they alright?” The image of his bent and broken body still haunted your mind, instilling the worst in your mind. He had taken more of a beating than anyone, and without knowing how things had ended.

Shoto placed a hand on yours. “They’re both fine. Thirteen may need some more time to recover, but Aizawa is already back to his normal self.” His lips formed a soft smile as he spoke. “Actually, his room is just a few down the hallway. You’re the only student to be injured so I’m sure he’ll be relieved to hear you’re up and talking.”

“He’s awake?” He nodded his head, putting your mind at ease as you relaxed back into the pillow. You were glad he was okay, but your injured teacher reminded you of someone else.

“How’s Bakugou? All I remember is the fight and, well not much after that.”

An unease grew between your classmates, whispers floating among them.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“He...didn’t take your injury the best.” Uraraka admitted. “He blamed himself. It’s been a hell of a time getting him to even leave your side, let alone allowing the nurses to touch you.”

“Well, where is he now?” You couldn’t even pick up his scent, despite how much Uraraka had told you he had been there. “I want to see him.”

Slowly, your classmates parted like the red sea, making a path towards the door where, leaning against its frame, was Bakugou himself. His hair covered his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. Despite being so close you could hard;y catch his scent, which was already a bad sign. Normally he was pushing it forward as much as he could in any room, always asserting his dominance over the area.

“Bakugou~” You called, using the softest voice you could muster, instilling a warmth that only an omega could. Even then it seemed for a moment as if he were going to stay where he was before begrudgingly taking a step forward.

He dragged his feet the whole way, taking slow, shuffling steps until he was by your side in the place of Uraraka. He kept his head down, eyes lowered and shoulders hunched like a dog returning to their master with its tail tucked between its legs in shame.

You called his name again but received no answer.

Weakly, you reached out, ignoring the way he flinched as you placed a hand in his hair. Running your fingers through the soft pale strands, you hummed and purred as you coaxed him to look at you. When he finally did so you understood.

His eyes were filled with nothing but shame, accentuated by the dark rings that lined their underside. A sign he hadn’t been sleeping well.

“It’s not your fault, you know that, right?”

“But-”

“No.” You cut him off. “We’re all heroes here. We all get hurt. You’ve protected me more times than I can count, and injured even more than that.”

Your hand slipped from his hair, not missing how he followed your touch like a puppy seeking attention as you gently stroked his cheek.

“It’s what we do. We look out for each other. All of us. If you won’t let me do that, protect others, protect you, then how can I call myself a hero?”

He stared back, eyes wide and clearly having expected a different reaction from you. He was the one who had caused you to get hurt after all. He was the alpha. He was supposed to protect you and show you how strong he was, yet here you were almost dying because of him.

“Besides, now you can take my notes for me for the rest of the year to make it up to me.”

He pulled back, crossing his arms and scoffing.

“Tch. You must have hit your head harder than I thought.”

The rest of the class laughed. Despite his tough attitude, everyone knew he would do it even without you asking. The boy already had a notebook full of extra notes, ready for the moment you asked for them.

“Now!” Clapping your hands together, you broke the quiet moment from before. “Why don’t we go visit Aizawa-sensei!”

You turned to Uraraka. “They must have a wheelchair around here somewhere. Do you think you could whaa!”

One moment you were in bed, the next you were in the air, being held by familiar arms.

Smiling up at Bakugou, he stared straight ahead, grumbling despite the red painting his face. His features softened as you burrowed deeper into his chest to get comfortable, allowing the scent of slowly strengthening woodsmoke and spice to fill your nose.

Unbeknownst to you, the same alpha carrying you looked back over his shoulder, fixing a glaring Todoroki with a smug grin as he pulled your IV stand.

Uraraka just sighed.

Alphas. Always trying to one up each other.

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