"Shoto, stop fighting me." He doesn't answer, continuing to squirm. "Shoto, stop." He pulls his hand from yours, squirming more. "Shoto."
Your alpha has always been a baby when it comes to getting hurt and someone needing to take care of him. This time, after a nasty battle with the latest villain all the pro heroes are trying to take down, he's left with a broken arm, broken ribs, and a fresh new cut across his chest.
The doctor ordered him bedrest be the requirement for him to return home, which he insisted on, and you promised you'd be there to take care of him. The only problem is Shoto insists on not wanting your help, being the stubborn alpha.
"Shoto. Shoto, let me change your bandge." You reach out and try again to wrap the bandage around his ribs. It's the last thing you need to do. It took you about thirty minutes to change his arm cast and fifteen to get him to swallow his pills. "Shoto," you sigh, feeling him move out of your reach again.
You sigh from frustration and sit back, crossing your arms. "Shoto, why are you being so stubborn? I'm trying to help you."
"I don't need your help," the first words he uttered since the whole ordeal started.
"Oh?" you shrug, "ok." You get up from your spot, kneeling on the bed, setting the bandage wrap on the edge, out of Shoto's reach. "Alright then, come get the bandage and re-wrap yourself," you say, crossing your arms and looking at him.
Shoto's head turns, looking at it, and then turns back. "Don't need it."
You roll your eyes, turning around. "You have actually got to be kidding me. Shoto, come on. Stop being so difficult. Just accept my help. It's not the end of the world." It's silent for a few more seconds. "For someone so hurt, you sure are moving around a lot to avoid my help."
"I wanna go in my den."
You sigh again, your head hanging low. "You cannot be serious." You get up and walk to the door. "I am going to go make dinner. And when I come back, we are going to eat, but before that, you are going to stop fighting me so I can change your bandages. Because I swear to god, Shoto, if I have to call the doctor and order a sedation drug, I will."
You walk into the kitchen, taking a breath and trying to calm down. You decide to make some quick cold soba, hoping maybe that'll be a good bribe toward him; maybe getting him to corporate. It doesn't take long, and sooner enough, you're walking back toward the bedroom again.
"Alright," you begin, setting the bowl on the nightstand and sitting next to him. "I need you to eat, and I need you to let me change your bandages otherwise I can't take you to your den Shoto. I need you to work with me."
The other reason you're so bent on getting his bandages changed and in a comfortable spot is cause his rut is due to hit soon. You can smell it, his scent stronger, and obviously his attitude is declining, but the doctor specifically told you he can't do any of those activities, not while he's still recovering.
You decide to take another approach. "Please, alpha? I need you to let me take care of you." He sighs, and you can tell if you want to do anything, this's your opportunity. You grab the bandages, start the process, and do it quickly but carefully, and finally, his bandages are changed, and you can relax. "Ya know, if I ever get hurt like this, I hope you realize I'm getting you back good."
Your clarity only lasts a few minutes, those minutes ending when a strong, musky scent bleeds through the air. His rut.
soooo we gonna get a part 2??👀 “He'd have to test his theory.” jealous breeding kink Shoto idk just a suggestion…
You absolutely can bby-
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Alpha! Shoto Todoroki X Omega! Reader
Your moans were muffled as your cheek was pressed further into the mattress, an icy cold hand holding your lower back as a warm hand kept your throat pinned. Shoto was behind you, a low growl in his throat as his thrusts slammed into you over and over and over again. A part of you was starting to regret going to dinner, especially as a mixture of slick and cum dripped down your thighs.
What you had thought to be mindless compliments seemed to go deeper (Fuck if you knew), and it seemed to irk your alpha far beyond anything you could do. He seemed to have a goal in mind and was intent on seeing it through, using you as a vessel.
You ass hurt from how hard he was smacking it ever few thrusts, your neck hurt from how long you had it craned, your voice was strained from how much you had been whining and whimpering, moaning and crying. Tears were still falling down your cheeks in silent sobs as overstimulation racked your cunt, slick still trying to drip out every time his balls smacked your clit.
"A-Alpha-" Your voice was cracking as you keeled again, another orgasm teetering, one right bit of pressure away from pulling you under. "'m close."
"Good girl." He purrs, even if the growl in his throat is still ricocheting off of your bedroom walls. "Good girl telling your alpha." His hips thrust harder as his knot prodded your entrance. "One more, give me one more, gorgeous. One more orgasm and I'll stuff you full of my knot."
You let out a loud whine, stuffing your face into the mattress as you cried. You wanted to, so badly, to cum once more and get stuffed by his knot but it was so hard. So far but so close.
"I'll stuff you so full of my cum you'll have no choice by to carry my pups. Can you see it now?" His hand falls from your back to caress your stomach, where a small bulge met his hand. "This belly so fat and round with my pups. Telling everyone your mine and mine alone. Because I can. I can imagine keeping you barefoot and pregnant as long as you'll allow me, showing everyone how satisfied your alpha keeps you."
The words he whispers makes your walls clench and suddenly your orgasm is too close. Too soon. You can feel the build up, how it tenses every muscle in your system, preemptively curling your toes.
You opened your mouth to squeak again, but nothing came out. Shoto leaned down, pressing a hot kiss to your lips, hand reaching further from your tummy to your clit, giving it a rub. You broke from the kiss to whine and moan as your orgasm hit you, slick squirting from your cunt as you buried your face into the mattress, earth-shattering pleasure ribbing through you.
Shoto takes the moment to stuff you with his knot, grunting into your ear as his back arches, another warm load shooting into your womb. His knot keeps you locked together as he leans over you. A few sweltering breaths warming your spine.
"Such a good girl, you are, taking me so well. Your going to be such a good mother." He presses a kiss onto your mating bond. "And it'll keep pests away from what's mind. A win-win if you ask me,"
You just keened as your stomach swelled with cum, something that would, undoubtedly, turn into the first of what could possibly be several pups.
Bakugo’s scent is a mixture of cinnamon and caramel, with just a little bit of smokiness.
He’s more aggressive when his primal instincts take over, especially when it’s over an omega.
Many betas and other alphas try to court him, but he only sees himself being with an omega. He prefers their sweetness.
He has a hard time finding someone to court since most omegas get overwhelmed by his aggressiveness.
When Bakugo finally comes across you, it surprises him that you simply laugh at his behavior, even going as far as offering him some sweets.
He thinks he’s smooth when it comes to secretly scenting you, trying to lure you into his trap of falling for him.
You just think it’s silly, but let him think that it’s working, eventually starting a courtship with him.
Bakugo gladly accepts the bracelet, and makes you a necklace in return.
Kirishima:
Kirishima’s scent is crisp apple, and a little earthy.
He’s not aggressive at all, unless someone is making an omega uncomfortable, or hurting them in some way.
When Kirishima sees how uncomfortable you are as an alpha tries to force you to accept a courting gift, he jumps in to help you.
The way you looked up at him with awe and profusely thanked him made his heart skip a few beats.
Kirishima knew that he wanted to court you, but he wanted to start out by simply getting to know you.
You felt extremely safe around him, so you were always found right by his side.
He is the one to make the first move in starting a courtship, gifting you a sculpture made from rock.
You give him a watch that you had made with the help of your grandfather.
Denki:
Denki’s scent is fruity, and the smell of rain.
He’s not aggressive unless he gets taunted too much.
He isn’t very good at interacting with omegas as they made his instincts go into hyperdrive.
Denki is surprised when he finds out that you are an omega as you make him feel more calm than alert for your safety.
He did like it though, so he was quick in coming up with a plan to court you.
Denki watches closely to find out your likes and dislikes, leading him to give you a giant stuffed animal he made and scented.
You accept it and gift him with a charm that you made of one of his favorite characters.
Midoriya:
Midoriya’s scent is strawberry.
He is very good at staying calm, unless he sees someone in trouble/distress, which causes his instincts to come out more.
He bumps into a child while on patrol, only to find you, her babysitter, a few minutes later.
With the girl falling asleep in his arms, you ask Midoriya if he can carry her home, since she’s finally asleep after hours of you trying to get her to nap.
After that, Midoriya finds himself spending time with you, his inner alpha going crazy to court you.
He courts you by writing a letter, since it’s easier for him to get everything out on paper rather than saying it.
You give him a bracelet that has some charms of All Might on it.
Todoroki:
Todoroki’s scent is sweet and lemony.
Nothing really aggravates him, but he won’t hesitate to defend someone, especially when they can’t defend themselves.
There are plenty of people, alphas, betas, and omegas, who try to court him, but he just isn’t interested in them. He wants to experience real love.
When you enter Todoroki's life, you’re just another person in his friend group, but over time he feels something change.
He begins to feel the need to be around you more, and have more of your comforting touch, especially when you play with his hair.
When you write him a letter as a courting gift, he accepts it, giving you a special stone somehow made of fire and ice.
Tamaki:
Tamaki’s scent is blueberry.
He is not aggressive at all, unless he absolutely has to be.
No one seems to find any interest in him due to his timid nature, so he loses hope of ever finding someone to court.
You change that when you pick him, out of everyone, to be partners during a project.
Tamaki clings to you whenever he feels nervous, but you don’t mind at all, even making yourself available whenever he needs to go somewhere with a large crowd.
You know you’ll have to start the courting process, so you make an octopus charm for him.
He accepts it, and, although he feels like he might pass out from happiness, he manages to make you an octopus plush.
Hawks:
Hawk’s scent is the natural outdoors smell, and rain.
He can be very aggressive, but keeps a level head most of the time.
A lot of alphas throw themselves at Hawks, but he denies to start a courtship with any of them.
He ends up having to catch you during a villain attack since he accidentally causes you to get thrown off of a roof.
Unlike the typical reaction that he usually gets, you hit him for causing the accident to happen in the first place.
After that, Hawks constantly bugs you, in which he gets the same result of you ignoring him, but he just can’t stay away.
After some time, he gives you a necklace as a courting gift.
To his surprise, you accept and give him a drawing you made of him.
Aizawa:
Aizawa’s scent is Lavender.
He is good at hiding his aggressive nature, but it still comes out every once in a while.
He has known that a new nurse would be joining UA, but he never expected it to impact him.
When you entered the office to help patch him up, he became uncharacteristically flustered, causing a slight blush on his cheeks.
He would often visit your office to spend time with you, and to scent you so that others would know to stay away.
He wants to wait for you to court him.
When you approach him with a cat plushy for him to scent for you, he is more than willing to do so.
Aizawa, in return, gives you a ring.
Dabi:
Dabi’s scent smells like a campfire.
He doesn’t even try to hide his aggression, causing omegas to steer clear of him.
When he is walking down an alleyway, Dabi bumps into you.
He attempts to rob you, in which you simply move around him, and when he goes for his gun it is now in your hands.
You smile at him before throwing it back to him, making a snide remark.
Dabi can’t believe you’re an omega, but he finds himself drawn towards you nonetheless.
There are no courting gifts. It’s just an unspoken fact that you are his and he is yours, so there’s no need for any material things when there are plenty of emotions.
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Warnings: Depictions of violence, blood, injuries, head trauma, fighting, you know the drill by now.
Dabi nudged you forward out into the crisp night air, following closely behind and pulling you into the shadows of the night as the two of you took in the battle scene in front of you. Spinner and the Dragon hero Ryuku were the two closest to you, whereas Endeavor, Shigaraki, Aizawa and Kurogiri were all fighting on the other side of the torn apart parking lot. You barely caught a glimpse of ice slicing through the air, met by blue flames just around the edge of the building as Dabi guided you forward and into the hiding space behind some bushes that had yet to be disrupted. Dabi was silent as he pointed to a building down the street, a warehouse just two blocks away. If you two could get over there, Dabi could get you to safety and then go provide help for the others
There wasn’t much coverage between here and the building though. You would have to sprint and hope that no one noticed the two of you. Dabi’s eyes were fixated on the battle, a slightly worried look crossing his features when you both noticed that the heroes seemed to have the upper hand. Reaching out your hand to intertwine with his, getting his attention on you, you pressed a quick peck to his lips, your fingers squeezing around his briefly before you nodded towards the warehouse in the distance, tugging on him lightly.
You needed to get to safety. If you could get away, then Dabi could go back and help the others. Everyone could still get out of this. Especially if your decoys got their jobs done.
With one look back to the battlefield, Dabi nodded, giving you a short count down with his fingers, waiting for the opportune time for Spinner to get the dragon-heroes back to the both of you before the two of you took off down the street.
Your feet pounded against the concrete as you forced your legs to move as fast as they could, Dabi racing along just behind you glancing behind himself every few feet to see what was going on. You were halfway there! So close and you’d be safe, at least for the moment. You barely turned your head to look at Dabi, hope blooming in your chest only to come crashing down as you were tackled to the ground, a flash of ice and fire flying past you, the bunny hero blocking your vision as she held down your struggling body.
“Stop struggling- damn omega’s.” She roughly rolled you onto your stomach pinning your arms behind your back despite your kicking and scratching at her skin, hisses leaving your lips as you spit at her. Your resistance didn’t matter though, the alpha rabbit hero was much stronger than you were, pressing her knee to your back to hold you down as she spoke into the coms.
“I’ve located and captured the omega. She’s unharmed but she’s fighting.”
You could hear a staticky voice speaking through the other end of the line from the comms in her ear but couldn’t understand it. You tried to focus, searching your field of vision for ice or fire, any sign of Dabi or Shoto, but you couldn’t see them. Could only hear the sounds of fighting in the distance and a persistent ringing in your ear.
“Got it, I will evacuate the omega and come back to assist.”
“No! Let go of me!” You screamed, thrashing about as the alpha picked you up throwing you over her shoulder, with ease, a glimpse of blue catching your eyes in the distance, followed by a flash of orange light.
The alpha ignored your hits and struggles, shifting so she had a good hold of you preparing to take off with her enhanced rabbit like speed. You couldn’t help the sob that broke out from your lips, feeling the panic of the situation starting to take over. If she got you away, you might never see Dabi again. Or Shigaraki, or Kurogiri, Spinner, Toga, Twice-
“Let her go. Now.” Twice’s voice rang out making the hero take pause, both voices agreeing for once with a matching ferocity. Twice’s normally confusing mixed scent was sharp and heavy in the air. Gone were any notes of sweetness coming from the beta, all that remained was a rotten scent that burned your nose, making your eyes water.
You felt the sudden stiffness in the rabbit hero, felt the second she tensed up, a shift in her own scent making you freeze as well, glancing around with what little movement you still had while she still clutched you tightly. In a circle, all around you, trapping the rabbit hero in place, stood the copies of the same figure, his face no longer comically switching from emotion to emotion, a matching look of hatred on each face, his black and grey uniform tattered and soaked in blood in the exact same place on each clone.
“Shit.” You heard the hero mutter under her breath, shifting her stance as she took in the same information you did. Twice had duplicated himself, not once, not twice, but six times and it looked like he was still going, all his anger converged onto one spot, the rabbit hero.
“Hawks… Hawks come in. I need assistance… Twice duplicated himself. Hawks!” The hero screeched into his comms unit as she twisted this way and that, narrowly dodging the nimble attacks coming at her from all sides. But she couldn’t dodge all of them, she was very much so outnumbered at this point, and one solid kick to her gut had her loosing her grip on you, one of the duplicates catching you before you slammed against the ground, pulling you away from her grasp as the rest of them converged onto her.
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Shigaraki took in the scene around him, anxiety creeping up his throat making him itch as he met eyes with the flame hero in front of him. He was trapped. Kurogiri was all but caught and there was no way out this time. The flame hero wasn’t giving the villain any chance to get near him let alone touch him. At first Shigaraki had the upper hand, with his speed and reactions, but Endeavor proved himself to be better in drawn out battles. The scrannier alpha was already wearing out, growing frustrated. Whereas Endeavor, while he wasn’t in the best condition, he was definitely still ready to fight, still madly grinning and taunting the villain opposite him.
Watching the fired up alpha in front of him, ignoring his rants, Shigaraki couldn’t help but compare him to the blue flamed alpha that had become one of his closest friends. He wasn’t sure how he didn’t see the similarities before, they both were so full of themselves, yet both had, annoyingly, the strength to back it up.
With his back to the building behind him, fire on either side of him raging, the only place Shigaraki could go was straight forwards. Straight to Endeavor. He barely registered the pain from the scratching at his neck. This wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go. What should he do…
A million thoughts ran through his mind as he tuned out the sounds of Endeavor insisting the villain just give up, just turn himself in, but Shigaraki’s brain kept looping back to the same one, the briefest of sad smiles that had crossed his omega’s lips when she had seen the Lilly he left on her window. He had only paused briefly, looking back in the dark night, seeking out her pale face in her window. Her eyes searched the ground for his shadowy figure, but he knew she couldn’t locate him. He was just about to turn away when her eyes landed on the little white flower, delicate fingers wrapping around the stem, he lips tilting up ever so slightly before a choked sob rang out through the night. He had stood there for far longer than he planned, listening to the sounds of her crying, his fingers scratching away insistently at his neck before he finally forced himself to leave.
He knew she was here. He wasn’t stupid. While she was decent enough at hiding her scent to others, he had always been hypersensitive to it, picking it out of a crowd blocks away. It had exploded in his mind the second that the walls had come down, sticking to the outskirts of the battlefield. He couldn’t help but be furious at the fact that she was here, at the fact that she was being put into danger again, because of him, again.
If he was able to get out of here, he had half a mind to snatch her up and force her to go with him, it worked for Dabi so why couldn’t he try it?
Because she would hate him even more than she already did.
But Shigaraki wasn’t sure he would care if it meant she was safe.
He couldn’t control the deep inhale he took, how her scent filled all of his senses, seeming far closer than it was before, and he couldn’t help but revel in the solace he found in that honey soaked scent. If he did die here today, at least he got to be near her one more time. Just being near her was enough.
No one even saw it coming, the blast that took Endeavor off of his feet, embedding him into the concrete wall of the building across the street. Nor did they know what to do when they saw where the blast came from, the fighting on the field pausing as everyone watched in shock.
The yellow swirling shockwaves fizzled out, leaving deep blue eyes staring into flaring red one’s, a look of angry determination on her face. Without hesitation she propelled herself forward with her quirk, closing the distance between herself and the villain in front of her, dropping to her feet just a few feet away. A challenge in her eyes.
“Nejire stay back! What are you doing!” Her mentor yelled, pushing off of the ground and into the air, flinging Spinner away from her using her tail as she raced to get to her sidekick.
She was too slow though. It all happened so fast, one heartbeat and Shigaraki was staring at the periwinkle-haired heroin in front of him, a feral smile breaking across his features as understanding flit across his face, words floating through a silent bond between them, the next his hands were around her throat, all ten fingers touching as he pulled her against him, his thumbs tilting her head up to meet his lips against hers.
The shriek of agony that left the dragon heros mouth as Nejire’s palm moved up, her quirk shooting out to blast the dragon away as she neared the two echoed throughout the entire block, her focus remaining on the alpha in front of her, fingers of her other hand sliding into his hair as he pressed further against her a growl of approval rumbling through the air.
Finally, they separated, but Shigaraki’s fingers stayed around her throat, mist surrounding the two, Shigaraki smirking wildly as Aizawa slumped to the floor, tears filling his eyes as he struggled to keep them focused on the villain in front of him, anger flashing through his face as he took in the scene of his previous student, promising young hero, and the UA traitor.
It wasn’t until the mist almost swallowed them whole did Shigaraki drop his hold, instead moving three fingers to caress the young omega’s cheek looking down at her with something that made Aizawa’s blood boil.
The shock that crossed Shigaraki’s face, however, was worth it, as Aizawa’s binding cloth tightened itself around Nejire’s waist, yanking her from the villains grip and back towards the ground out of the mist. A shriek of pure agony leaving her lips as she fought against his hold. Shigaraki reaching his hand out towards the omega only to be swallowed whole by the mist and disappearing completely.
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Your feet ached, your lungs burned, your eyes were filled with tears making it hard to see, but none of that would stop you. Forcing yourself to ignore the pain you shot forward, you had to go faster, you had to make it in time.
There. Fifty yards in front of you, a mixture of blue and red flames, ice slicing through the air as they danced around each other. The two alphas were ruthless with each other, neither of them holding back as they fought. Their scents tainted by the metallic scent of blood in the air, the smell only spurring you to push your legs faster as your chest constricted in fear. Fear for your mate, fear for your friend. Fear for them both.
Dabi narrowly dodged a spear of ice sent his way, only to spin around and throw a column of his blue flames towards the younger alpha, only to be met with Shoto’s own flames, the colors meeting in the middle just for Shoto’s flames to quickly become overpowered by Dabi’s, Shoto having to quickly slam an ice barrier in place before he was engulfed in blue fire.
Shoto moved quickly, shooting ice from his right hand, sliding on it and looping around Dabi, circling him as he threw ice attack after ice attack with deadly accuracy. Dabi countered with his own attacks doing little more than simple melting the ice spears before they could land a hit, before he got fed up, slamming his fist to the ground blue fire erupting out from him in a wide circle, melting Shoto’s ice causing him to trip and tumble to the ground.
Neither male slowed at all, Shoto rolling out of the way of a shot from Dabi, only to jump to his feet and throw his own attack back, countering Dabi’s fire with his own once again meeting in the middle. You could see it now, the way that it was taking incrementally longer for Dabi’s flames to overcome Shoto’s. Dabi was still stronger, still at the advantage at this point, but he was quickly wearing down. You were growing closer, fear striking your heart as you noticed the single streak of blood dripping from the staples under his eyes. He was going to burn himself up if you didn’t stop them.
You weren’t the only one noticing he was being run down though. Shoto’s eyes lighting up with a newfound determination as he sent blast after blast, ice spear after ice spear towards the dark haired alpha, creating new pathways for him to slide along in a wide circle around him, Dabi barely keeping up now as he melted the ice while still countering the fire attacks at the same time.
All at once everything shifted, time feeling like it slowed down to a crawl as you watched Shoto shift from sliding on ice, to standing still his stance wide. You felt like you were running through molasses watching as Shoto brough both of his hands together, his right-hand curling into a fist minus his first two fingers, pointed directly at Dabi, his left curling around the outside of his other hand as he aimed, bracing himself. Your heart plunged at the sight, as you lunged forward. You had only seen him do this move once before, back in a training session, and Shoto had immediately ruled it as too dangerous to be used in a fight, only to be used as a last resort. It wasn’t just dangerous; it could kill a person.
He didn’t care at this point if he hurt the villain in front of him. To him, that villain had kidnapped his omega, had hurt them, forced them into a bond. Shoto wasn’t going to stop, not without knowing the truth.
You had to tell him.
“Stop!”
You saw the second that the ice started growing, only to be consumed by red flames, blue flames building from behind you as you forced yourself in between the two, holding out your arms to make yourself as big as you could, closing your eyes to ignore the fear gripping your heart at the fire surrounding you, as you were engulfed in a swirl of red and blue light, something hitting you right under your ribs, stealing your breath away as pain bloomed in your abdomen and chest the force knocking you back, both fires dying out quicker than they started at the sound of your cry of pain. [MF1] Dabi had quicker reflexes, sliding to his knees and catching you in his arms just before your head would have smacked the ground. Shoto on the other hand stood frozen, shock clear on his face as he took in the scene in front of him.
Tears streamed down your face as you whimpered, Dabi immediately tearing at your clothes to check the damage, noting the already purple bruise just under your ribs. It spread across half of your upper body some places growing darker than others, especially you’re the last three ribs on your left side. The damage would have been worse if the ice hadn’t of melted at the touch of your quirk. If it was Dabi, or anyone else, it would have pierced straight through, skewering them. You took in a rattling breath, another cry forced out from the pain as you tried to sit up only for Dabi to tense his hold on you, softly telling you to stay still, don’t move, you’ll make it worse.
It didn’t stop you from reaching up and gently placing your hand against his cheek, wiping away tears of blood slipping down his face.
The stunned sound, like a choked growl, that left Shoto’s lips had both you and Dabi tensing up, blue flames erupting around you like a protective bubble, Dabi’s lips curled back in a snarl as he stared at the two toned alpha mere feet away.
“I’ll kill you.”
“No don’t, don’t hurt him please.” Your voice was meek, but Dabi still glanced towards you, a look of frustration and a hint torture in his eyes. He would have to hurt Shoto if the two of you had any chance to get away and his quirk was already overused.
You heard a blast followed by shouts come from the parking lot, a scream followed piercing the air in a sound of pure anguish. The sound made you all pause, Dabi’s fire flickering out, your stomach turning as you tried to discern whose wails of agony were echoing around the block.
Those sounds were quickly forgotten though, Shoto dropping into a fighting stance once again though hesitating slightly as he took in how Dabi curled more protectively around you, fire burning in his eyes threatening to overcome him. He wouldn’t let Shoto take you.
“Let her go Dabi.”
“Not a chance, brat.”
You forced yourself up into a sitting position, Dabi letting out a strangled sound as you wavered like you were going to pass out before you steadied once again putting yourself between the two brothers, your voice shaking as you pleaded softly.
“Stop. Shoto stop. Let us go.”
“Move out of the way y/n.” Shoto’s face was guarded, his hands up and prepared to attack at a moments notice.
You didn’t.
“Y/n please. Move out of the way.”
You stared him down, your fingers reaching back and curling around Dabi’s hand, feeling the radiating heat coming from inside him. You knew he couldn’t fight much longer. Not without killing himself. But he would if he had to if it protected you.
“Y/n he’s dangerous! A villain! He will kill you.” The exasperation was showing on his face, the frustration and confusion in his voice. The betrayal. Part of your heart felt like it broke as you watched him.
“He won’t hurt me.”
“Y/n,” Dabi’s whisper had your eyes flicking over as to where the swirling black mist was growing a mere few feet away from you, relief drenching your system as Dabi carefully stood behind you, helping you up as well, tense and ready to block any attacks from Shoto who no doubt had taken notice of the mist as well, growing restless as he started to raise his voice at you.
“How can you know? How can you be so sure?” He was already shifting to put himself between the two of you and the portal, as Dabi tried to counter by guiding you in a ever moving circle.
“I just know, you have to trust me Shoto.” Two toned eyes looked back at you with disbelief, almost disgust as he matched you step for step, staying between the two of you and the portal, Dabi’s grip on you tightening, ready to snatch you and run at the blink of an eye.
“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? How crazy? How stupid?! Even if he doesn’t hurt you, he’s a villain! I can’t just let him go! He kills people Y/n! For fun! And you want to be with that?”
“I love him!”
Shoto snorted, his calm and rational demeanor seeming to be stripped away as he glared at you. This time there was no doubting the disgust crossing his features as he sneered back.
“What would Touya think of you now?”
“He is Touya! You snapped, a snarl leaving your lips that rivaled that of an alpha, pulling away from Dabi and stepping towards Shoto who took an incremental step back, your fists curled. You felt like you were seeing red, your usually sweet scent that you had grown used to hiding flaring out and turning rotten and burnt flooding the area.
Dabi froze the second the words came tumbling out of your mouth, and you could feel the shock radiating off of Shoto as what you said processed. Could see the moment where things clicked in his mind as his gaze shifted to the dark haired male behind you that was littered with scars and held together by staples, taking a deep inhale of his familiar scent which you could tell Dabi was allowing to leak out more than normal.
“You’re supposed to be dead”
“My death was … greatly exaggerated.”
You watched as the two males stared at each other, both with guarded expressions, stances tense, ridged. A fight blooming behind Shoto’s features as he warred with himself on what to do. It almost looked like he was about to say something, but stopped short, the portal behind him dissolving away and a new one appearing at Dabi’s back. Kurogiri must have a visual on you.
You felt Dabi’s fingers wrap lightly around your wrist, pulling you back to him which you allowed, your eyes focused on Shoto’s form, your own expression wary as you watched him struggle within himself. Just a few more second and you two will be gone. Safe.
Just when you felt Dabi relax, the portal almost completely covering your vison, red flames flared to life, hurtling towards the two of you as Shoto let out a roar that echoed throughout the streets. You reacted quicker than Dabi, shoving him back and using your body to block the flames, feeling something stirring in your mind as they disappeared around you, clenching your fist as Shoto marched towards you, a look of determination on his face.
You didn’t give him the chance to attach again, swinging your fist, you felt it when you connected with his jaw, saw the surprise crossing his features. Not at the fact that you punched him, not at the fact that it clearly hurt. But at the fire that accompanied it, red flames dancing from your skin, red flames that matched his perfectly. Like you had somehow stolen them. No… like you had absorbed them.
You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face, turning your hand and watching the flames move across your skin, bending to your will. You glanced over to Shoto, confusion covering his face before something else, maybe awe mixed with slight terror as he stumbled back from you, ice coating his body instantly as you hurled the fire at him again and again, forcing him to back up step by step, further away from you, from Dabi.
You advanced on him, watching as he stumbled the the ground, looking up at you, anxiety clear in his scent as you glared down at him, feeling that same ice he used against you earlier prickle at your fingers until it grew into a spear like shape that you held to his throat, warning clear as day in your voice.
“Leave us alone. You will not tell anyone that he is alive or I swear to god I will hunt you down myself. He’s mine. And you will not hurt him.” The growl that ripped through your throat had Shoto tensing up all over again, Ice sticking to his skin as he built up a protection against his own powers used against him.
You paused for a moment, feeling the ice shard melting in your hand, like the power behind it was dissolving, snarling at the Alpha beneath you one more time before you released the hold on the ice spear, it landing in a watery splash acrossed his chest as you spun and stalked back towards a stunned Dabi, waiting by the portal.
“They will come after you, you know! You’ll be labeled as a villain now. They will hunt you down like the rest of them.”
“Let them. Being a villain doesn’t sound so bad. Besides, we both know who the real villains are.” You threw over your shoulder, pausing once you reached Dabi and the portal, one foot in before you glanced back to one of your oldest friends, ignoring the ping of pain and guilt that gripped your heart at the sight. “Tell Endeavor I’m coming for him, and I won’t be silenced anymore.”
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Stepping out onto the rooftop high above the city scape below, you couldn’t help but curl up again Dabi for heat the wind whipping your hair around you wildly. You were careful to not move too much, the pain that you were able to ignore back in full swing, Dabi holding up most of your weight as you shuffled closer to your pack. Spinner was sitting on the roof, looking exhausted as he watched from afar the jumbled mess that surrounded the two beta’s.
Twice had Toga laid out on her back on the roof, several of his doubles surrounding her including one of Toga’s own self, looking just as beat up as her original, a blood transfusion already started between them as Twice took care to wrap her head as delicately as he could, several other doubles of him tending to her other wounds. One double, or maybe it was the original, caught your eye, a short nod to confirm she would be okay.
You breathed a sigh of relief, eyes moving over to where Shigaraki stood at the edge of the roof, looking down, his face a mask that you couldn’t read. Dabi and you made your way over to him, Kurogiri waiting nearby for orders.
“What’s the plan boss? We can’t stay here for long, they will be searching the area all night for us.”
Shigaraki wouldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene below and you stepped forward, peering down below the flashing lights of the police below as well as first responders. Heroes scattered the area, many already seeming to be searching around the rubble for any information they could gather, other’s being tended to with first aid. Endeavor was no where to be found for the time being. Neither was Shoto.
But you knew within a second that none of that was what had Shigaraki’s attention. Your eyes zeroing in on the blue haired female that was currently being shoved into a police car, her hands cuffed behind her back; spitting, and kicking wildly. You don’t think you recognized her, but judging by her outfit, you had a feeling she was a hero, at least up until tonight.
Once the door to the car was closed, the girl out of view, Shigaraki snapped his eyes up, them snagging on your own for a brief moment, emotions swimming in the sea of red before he turned to his crew his voice gruff and annoyed sounding.
“We need to assume all of our safe houses have been compromised. Need to restart. Build up our inventory again, make a new base. Somewhere fresh. Any ideas?
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“It has been two weeks since the battle between our heroes and the group known as the league of villains. What had started out as a rescue mission for what was believed to be an omega hostage, quickly went south as it was confirmed that the omega hostage was in fact a member of the league. After a gruesome battle in which the building was collapsed and both number 2 hero Hawks and number 5 hero Miriko were injured, the league unfortunately got away. Not much is known about the new mystery omega member. Hero Endeavor has shared in his speech this afternoon that police believe the omega was an orphan who grew up on the streets who goes by the name ‘Y/n L/n’. Her quirk is reported to be a kind of nullification quirk that only works on herself, though there is not a lot of information on it. It is believed that Y/n has been working with the league for some time now in the shadows and that they are considered to be a dangerous threat. Any information about her whereabouts or sightings would be appreciated if handed over to the authorities immediately.”
Dabi’s snort at your side had you punching his shoulder lightly. You heard him grumble something about how you were as dangerous as a mouse and couldn’t help but roll your eyes as your attention fell back to the screen in front of you, your fingers resuming their braiding of Toga’s blond hair as she sat on the floor in front of you.
It seemed as though Shoto had kept quiet about your fight, either that or the media wanted you to believe that. You weren’t sure.
“In shocking news, after many speculations, the UA traitor has been officially confirmed as third year student and intern Nejire Hado, also known by her previous hero name –“
The TV cut off, much to Toga’s complaint, the dark screen reflecting your packmates faces, a pair of narrowed red eyes appearing behind you from the hallway. Sensing the other alpha in the room, Spinner turned and shot a barely veiled concerned smile towards him, holding up a glass with a dark brown liquid swirling in it.
“Boss! Did you hear? Y/n is officially considered dangerous! Cause for celebration don’t you think?”
“I’ll consider her dangerous when she stops jumping every time someone comes around a corner. How is her training coming Dabi?”
“She’s getting there, her quirk is definitely different than what we thought, but still testing out the limits. Still not sure if her ability to use the absorbed powers are based on a time limit or amount of stored energy.” Dabi looked over to you and you nodded. You didn’t want anyone to get their hopes up yet, but the two of you had been practicing a lot and noticing different things about your quirk that you never stopped to pay attention to before. Like the surge of power you felt after being hit by someone’s quirk. You hadn’t been able to control it as well as you did that night, but yesterday you were able to light Dabi’s cigarette with his own flames. Small progress was still progress.
“Good, whatever it is keep going, I need her in fighting condition sooner rather than later. We’ve got a big mission coming up and I need all players in the game.”
“What’s the mission?” The question came from Twice this time, his attention being piqued.
The smile that broke across Shigaraki’s face was maniacal. Not for the first time did you seriously wonder about this man’s sanity. But it all clicked into place as his words came out.
Thank you all again so much for the love and support on this series! Reading y’all comments is always the best. Thanks for sticking with me for this. Love you all!
Being a hero was amazing. Easily the best job in the world, if you could do it right.
Katsuki did it right.
Katsuki did it perfectly. The press loved him, the villains feared him, omegas wanted him, every alpha wanted to be him, and his commission checks allowed him to afford an entire mansion off in the country somewhere, or a private yacht marooned in his own personal harbor, less than a year after graduating with honors from UA, the best hero school in all of Japan. He had earned his place in the world, on a pedestal high above mediocrity.
So why? Why was he so miserable? Why did he live in one of the tiny agency apartments in Jeanist's building? Why did he eat budget meals of convenience store ramen? Why did he train in the dead of night when no one could see him?
He knew why.
Because Kirishima had the room down the hall. Because Kirishima LIKED that dollar store garbage. Because Kirishima was so fucking huge and so goddamn strong that it was no wonder he had an omega of his own. Because Katsuki was so fucking obsessed with motherfucking Kirishima that he could never think about anything else. Obsessed with his stupid red hair and his pretty red eyes and his horrible habit of being shirtless on all occasions. Obsessed with his smile and his laugh and that awkward tick he had of grabbing the back of his neck whenever he was nervous. Obsessed with his hands and his jawline and his muscles shown off by that stupid hero costume of his that didn't make any sense but was oh-so completely Kirishima.
Because Katsuki was in love. In love with Kirishima. In love with an alpha.
And that just wouldn't do.
Katsuki strove to be perfect. He craved it, he needed it, he hated not being perfect. Kirishima did not crave that. He didn't need to. He was perfect. He didn't even have to try. Kirishima, who worked so hard at being a hero he could care less about being an alpha. Kirishima, who smelled like rust and sand and rain. Kirishima, whose smile lit up a room and whose optimism held up the world. So while Katsuki was at the gym, in the dark, at midnight, going at the leg presses until he cramped, perfect Kirishima was off somewhere else, probably with some cute, petite omegan boy that would beg and pout and whine in ways that Katsuki never would.
Katsuki could never be the perfect omega, so he threw himself at being the perfect alpha. Hell, he couldn't even do that right. His waist was too trim, his bust too full, and his attitude often came off as an absolute brat. At five-foot-eleven, he was just barely the average height for his dynamic. He supposed that was fine, though--after all, Kirishima was only five-nine. Not to mention, he was in love. With Kirishima. His best friend. The alpha. And alphas didn't do that. Alphas didn't love other alphas.
Not for the first time, Katsuki wished Kirishima were a beta. A beta, an omega--anything but an alpha.
Katsuki snorted at himself in the darkness, his nose telling him that his pheromones were betraying his anger and were going to seep into the leather exercise machines and let everyone know how truly pathetic he was if he didn't get himself under control. There was a mirror in front of him that he could just barely see, and so he set the leg press back onto its bench and sat up slowly, leaning forward on his knees. His towel had fallen to the floor, so he picked it up and draped it over his head to soak up the nitroglycerin sweat before he accidentally exploded.
He hadn't always been like this. At school, it had almost been easy. The companionship, the laughter, the pretending that his feelings for his best friend could go away. But they didn't, not even after graduation six months ago, and two by two, their friends had paired off and mated. Midoriya and Todoroki. Yaoyorozu and Jiro. Tokoyami and Asui, Hagakure and Ojiro, even... even Kaminari and Sero. Fucking... fucking Dunce-Face had scored a mate before Katsuki-fucking-Bakugo. Iida had some mate in Kyoto he visited, Ashido and Aoyama seemed to have new lovers every week, but Katsuki...
Katsuki was lonely. He was lonely, and his standards were far too high. Not a good combination. It didn't help that his standards were must be 5'9", weigh 183bs, smile like a sun god on a summer day and be able to put up with explosive rage issues, because that could only ever be one person, and that person was perfectly fine without Katsuki. That person came home early in the morning when he thought everyone else was asleep, smelling like sex and omega and thinking he was being so sneaky keeping it from them. He was slipping away from Katsuki, distancing himself more and more recently, to the point where he no longer confided his secrets in Katsuki, no longer pulled the blonde into whatever hair-brained adventure he wanted to go on. Kirishima was Katsuki's best friend, but Katsuki wasn't sure Kiri called him the same anymore. He had an omega for that now.
Growling, the angry, sorrowful sound deep and threatening and reverberating through the dark, quiet room, Katsuki pushed a hand through his damp, sweaty hair, debating. He was way too close to making a bad mistake, but he knew he needed supervision tonight before he accidentally killed someone. Even if that supervision wasn't exactly the responsible type.
His phone was on another workout machine, just within reach, and Katsuki gave in. It was absurd how easily he found the contact he wanted, a testament to how many unwanted phone calls he received (and ultimately ignored) and ordered the phone to call. His call answered on the fourth and final ring, and Katsuki could immediately hear that it was loud.
"Cut the garbage, jackass," Katsuki barked at the other alpha, definitely not in the mood for this shit. He wasn't drunk, not yet, but he clearly wasn't sober either. "Where the hell are you?"
"Hm? Veilleuse. It's someplace Aoyama suggested. Hey, why would you build a french club in Japan? That's so weird--"
The blonde alpha growled, regretting his choice already but standing and heading for the door, maneuvering the phone into the crook of his ear so he could dry the sweat out of his hair. His muscles burned from his workout, but he couldn't care less. "Shut up, stay there, I'm coming out."
"O... okay..? Is there, like an emergency, or..."
"No, you idiot, everything's fine."
"Wait, wait, so you mean you're coming out with us? Like, voluntarily? To have fun, on a Friday night? Is this Bakugo, or is this Denki fucking with me again?"
"Nah, man, you know I love you and all, but Denki gives way better head, so I'll pass."
"I am going to kill you in the most horrible way possible and feed your body to wild hogs."
"There's the Bakugo we know and love! Alright, see you in five?"
"What-the-fuck-ever," he sighed. "I'm on my way. Don't kill anyone, and buy me a drink."
"Dude, you got it."
Hanging up and leaving the agency, Katsuki couldn't help the groan. This was going to be a long night, and he was going to get way too fucked up. Hell, maybe he needed to get fucked up. Maybe he needed to meet some attractive stranger and throw out his feelings. Sero was a total oddball, but he was always reliable when it came to good liquor and unwinding, so maybe tonight wouldn't be a total loss.
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.”
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.
