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Alpha! Kirishima helps Omega! Bakugou with his heat-related teeth aches
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Since the moment they met, Kirishima immediately assumed Bakugou was an alpha. What, with how anger seemed to be his go-to emotion for damn near everything. Bare minimum, Kirishima presumed Bakugou could potentially be a beta...maybe, just maybe. But definitely not an omega. He only pieces it together when Bakugou suddenly became crankier after he'd been rescued from the league. Kirishima knew stress could push anyone into an early mating cycle. That part didn't surprise him. It was that Bakugou wasn't displaying the typical alpha-in-rut signals. He wasn't being territorial or becoming domineering. Instead, he was acting more like a whiny brat.
Bakugou on the other hand was in agonizing pain. His body was aching all over. His classmates had joked plenty before about him being a grandpa with his sleep schedule. It had never felt truer than in that moment with how stiff his joints were. And then the hot flashes. Those he was used to thanks to his quirk. Even then, they felt like how they did when his quirk first manifested. At least with those he could turn the A/C on blast. The newest symptom he couldn't stand though? How badly his teeth ached. Curled in fetal position, groaning into his pillow at how much they hurt. Black tank top drenched in sweat. Having already kicked off his matching sleep pants. Trying to stay cool in his boxers.
It's this sight that greets Kirishima when Bakugou finally decides to say fuck it and seek out the alpha. Knocking on the alpha's door, spiky blond hair askew. Back bowed inward as he tried to not emit any whines or whimpers. "Shitty hair, open the door!" His voice weaker than normal. Kirishima barely heard him, his attention on the tv show playing. The alpha nonetheless muted the tv, smelling Bakugou's scent waft beneath the doorframe. Soured with sickness. "Katsuki, what's wrong?" Realizing in the moment about Bakugou's omega designation. Not commenting on it as Bakugou burst past the entrance.
Seeing the omega stressfully pull at his hair, Kirishima grabbed Bakugou's wrists. Wishing to avoid using his quirk against Bakugou. To avoid any potential blasts. "Can smell you're in heat...we'll do this one step at a time, okay? Now what's the absolute worst of it right now?" Kirishima assuaged, maintaining eye contact with Bakugou's tired eyes. "Teeth," Bakugou answers tersely. "It's like I lost a tooth. Aches like a motherfucker. Don't know how to fix it." Eventually letting himself whine with the last sentence. "Help, please."
Kirishima lets go of Bakugou's wrist as he thinks up a solution for his teeth. "Sit down. Know the feeling, experienced when I first presented. Feels like you need to bite something." Sifting through his many boxes of energy drinks and soda. Perks of spending a good iota of time with Denki...that spark plug. Looking for something sturdy enough to survive a few chompy bites. Bakugou's face scrunched up as he watched the alpha essentially pilfer through his trash. Biting his tongue for once as he really needed the help. "Okay, let's try these." If not, Kirishima expected the omega to negatively react to his next suggestion. Said suggestion being to go to a teacher for help.
Seeing Bakugou give him a weird look, Kirishima took one of the pieces of cardboard himself. Chomping down with his canines akin to a cat. Poking two staple-like holes in the thick cardboard. Demonstrating what to do. "You try." Hiding his smirk when the omega yanks the cardboard from him, not at all offended. Bringing it close to his mouth, Bakugou tentatively bit down. Feeling the cardboard crunch in his mouth. Kirishima thought that Bakugou looked cute, all befuddled by the sensation of cardboard against his pearly whites. "How is it, Kats?" Kirishima asked.
"Oddly...satisfying," Bakugou answered. Ignoring the infuriating nickname. Piercing a few more sets of holes through the cardboard. "Like scratching an itch, huh?" Kirishima teased. Once thoroughly obliterating the cardboard, he pulled back. "Wanna stay over here? Won't do anything frisky. That way someone can keep an eye on you." The alpha desperately wanted to dote on the omega. Hoping—praying Bakugou would agree.
Bakugou sighed as he thought about the mini headache hauling his stuff over to Kirishima's room. It had been a while since he had let any alpha take care of him during his heats. Especially since he kept his designation a complete secret to everyone. Only when situations called for it. "Ugh, fine but you better not be weird about it. Don't turn all mushy on me," Bakugou relented, going to leave and grab his stuff. Kirishima following behind him to help.
“Like you don’t love it,” Kirishima remarked as Bakugou hadn’t once realized how mushy he had been acting towards the omega so far.
This was written for the hermitcraft guess the author 2026 event. Do go check out the other authors as found in the AO3 collection.
Rendog could hear Mumbo crashing out in his office from the next room over. The android flying out of his chair with it falling to the ground. An audible slam as his metal-alloy hands met the desktop. Ren sighed, making his way over to Mumbo with the assumption that it might involve technology. Sometimes the android was really great with it, having no issues when it came to troubleshooting. Other days, like today, it seemed like the tech recognised him as their kin and decided to fuck with him. Like when a printer could sense a human’s deadline-related panic.
Placing a warm hand on the android’s back to announce his presence. Not that the android could pick up on it. Ren’s body heat. But Mumbo could hear his heavy stomps coming down the hall. Those thoroughly scuffed combat boots. « What’s the problem this time? » Back in the chair, Mumbo pointed at the screen. Hair and moustache reflecting the mayhem he felt.
Leaning down to look at the screen, Rendog saw the captcha glaring back at him. The three by three grid of images untouched. Right alongside the box that said « I’m not a robot. » Apparently the android had been clicking way too fast that the website registered Mumbo as a fellow machine. « Ah-ha. Nothing to cry over. Move, move. » Ren pushes his rolling chair out of the way. Clicking the images that resembled a zebra crossing.
« There you go. All fixed. »
« Mumbo. No. » Rendog thought he was living with a dog instead of an android. Mumbo had been eyeing Ren’s stack of diskettes. The amount of succulent data on them. The android had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Giving Ren a pleading look. But he knew if he let Mumbo have this one, he’d just want more. « We’ve talked about this. You don’t get to suck up all the data simply because it tastes good, » Rendog continued chiding him.
Referring to the time Mumbo had ruined all the wires that kept the fridge and stove working. Having come home to spoiled food. Ren purposely guilted the android by emphasizing how he couldn’t make a cuppa. The android being a model that could intake slim amounts of food and drink without affecting its circuitry.
Instead of backing down, Mumbo brought the floppy disk closer to the port in his mouth. « I already checked, this one has nothing important on it. No sentimental photos or documents, » Mumbo retorted before taking a « bite » into the disk. A crunch sound emitted from said disk. His eyes visibly whirring as did so.
« Of course you already checked. I don’t whether to be grateful for that or disgusted right now. » The disgust was more uncanny valley related unease as Mumbo looked human but he was « eating » a floppy disk right in front of him. To Ren, it was unnatural. « But don’t eat any other. Doesn’t matter if they holding nothing significant. »
Mumbo sighed, not at all apologetic. « Fine. » He couldn’t exactly spit it out. Only continuing when Rendog gave him a withering glare. As if waiting for Mumbo like a disappointed teacher. « I won’t consume any other of your disks. »
Ren paused when he wandered out to the living room. Seeing the android standing upright in his electrical port. A thick cable running off the heel of Mumbo’s right foot. « Huh, apparently even androids needed to sleep sometimes, » Ren thought to himself. Realizing that Mumbo was behind the computer shutdown noise (bluh-da-da-duh) the night prior.
Mumbo was usually the night owl of the two, staying up for days on end before needing the occasional recharge. He tried to do it while Ren was asleep so he wouldn’t be in the human’s way. But he’d gotten so busy lately that it took being on 13% for him to notice. The illusion of a blush had appeared on Mumbo’s cheeks as the thought of Ren finding him on a dead battery crossed his CPU. So he booked it to his charging port.
Contrary to belief, Rendog didn’t think Mumbo was in the way at all. Still able to move around him without issue. The android’s port flush against the wall. Damn near on display. Ren avoided the android stores after too many bouts of paranoia. Blurring the line of human and mannequin in his brain.
Shaking his head at the memories, Rendog went about making himself some breakfast. Sitting down on the couch once it was done cooking. Thinking how it felt weird to watch Mumbo in such a vulnerable state. Hoping he wouldn’t be like this for too long.
He never thought he’d be roomies with an android but Mumbo had managed to worm his way through. All the warnings from video games, television, and literature eroded the more time he spent with him.
It was midday when Mumbo’s eyes fluttered opened. The same bluh-da-da-duh sound echoed through the tiny apartment. Catching Ren’s attention. « Hey sleepy head. Nice to have you back with us. »
The lease was coming up on the flat. Mumbo and Rendog would have to decide whether they wanted to continue living together or go their separate ways. Mumbo didn’t want to leave as it wasn’t a guarantee that his next flatmate be fine rooming with an android. Humans and android relations were still on rocky ground. With that on his mind, the android was reminiscing on his first meeting with Rendog. Trying to spend as much time as he could with the logger.
« Can I ask you something Ren? » Interrupting the bout of the silence they’d been cohabitating in. « Just ask whatever it is that’s on your mind. I’ll let you know if it’s offensive or not. » Ren thought they were long past walking on eggshells around each other. That they no longer had to worry about insulting one another with the faux pas.
On the opposite end of the flatmate arrangement, Ren was experiencing growing pains. Having to wager if the longer commute to his new job was worth it. Yeah, the flat was cheap but he didn’t want to use those mere savings go towards transportation. Plus if he was honest, he wouldn’t deny that he wished for more space. But he did enjoy the android’s company. Not worrying about loneliness thanks to Mumbo.
« You don’t really like androids. What made you want to be roommates with one? » Essentially asking what Ren’s thought about him when they had first met all those months ago. « It’s nothing against you. But I thought this couldn’t possibly work. Heard the older the processing model, the more…finicky about things androids could be. »
« I’m a second gen. » Mumbo freely offered up the information. Not being shy about the fact. « Think we’re now on the fourth gen. So I’m still ancient. Get recalls every once in a while. »
« Hmm. » Ren hummed as he gathered his thoughts. « Despite it being your programming, I got to know you personally and that overrode what apprehensions I had. Kinda became less oh I’m rooming and android. And more that’s just Mumbo. » Ren explained, viewing Mumbo more as a person who had weird quirks.
« You have to understand the first time I ever saw androids was one of those sketchy dealerships. Real uncanny valley sort, almost human but not. They looked like they were in pain with all the exposed circuitry and wires. Yet still on display to be sold. » Ren’s face scrunched up at the memory. It had been locked away for so long that it felt raw and not scarred over.
« You’ve…never seen your predecessors before? » Ren shakily asked. Mumbo shook his head no at the question. « I came from an assembly line. Plus there’s next to no gen 1’s around anymore. » Like they never existed. Then again, a lot of people had similar reactions to Rendog. So to boost public relations with the next generation—Mumbo’s generation—they recalled all Gen 1s that were still in circulation. Turning them off for good.
« Sounds horrific. » To Mumbo, Rendog had essentially told him about a severe burn victim. Or an injury that needed extensive care. Emergency care with a team of doctors. « It was. Tried not to think about it for so long. Hey, at least they fixed it. Those hacks. But I have enjoyed being your roommate »
whumpee + hybrid au where they're one of those hybrids that mates with one person for life. one and done.
whumper who purposefully targeted them because of this. assuming they could force some sense of loyalty into them. that because of it, whumpee would never dare harm them or even dare leave.
but they do. tired of being leashed to someone they never loved. they lash out the rare instance whumper has their back turned. their defenses lowered. whumper doesn't go after them. instead, they assume whumpee will eventually come back to them.
whumpee refuses to return to that decrepit place. having nothing to their name, whumpee ends up hitchhiking. meeting caretaker a few cities over. their relationship turns romantic over the years of living together. learning about the nature of whumpee and whumper's dynamic in pieces.
caretaker has seen how whumpee has to fiercely fight their instincts to be with them. being with caretaker is agonizing when it comes to their hybrid based instincts. as they'll never be severed from whumper.
whumpee who insists on pushing through the pain. because they never chose to be whumper's plaything. but they did chose caretaker.
in conversation about white people who go to Japan and expect their knowledge of anime to culturally carry them, I was once posed with “it’s like if there was a Japanese guy who was obsessed with spongebob and came over here and thought he could get by just communicating in spongebob quotes.” This is a false equivalence because if such a man existed we would crown him king. We’d love him. Americans would fucking love that. sometimes I get sad that this isn’t a real guy I can invite to a party.
Snug as a Bug in a Rug; Philza takes Tallulah and Chayanne ice skating but they end up staying out pretty late. Or Missa feeling a parental sixth sense, makes some Arroz Con Leche to ward off potential sickness
Sharkbait Ooh HaHa; After an exhaustive day of chasing around Richarlyson, Pactw helps Felps with his prosthetic leg
The Knife Goes Chop! Chop! Chop!; Missa & Philza play the knife game
Cellbit Stim Headcanons
Monikers; Fundy wants a nickname from Felps that isn't fox boy. Or Felps learns more about Fundy over a night of drinking
Negative Rizz; Fundy teleports to QSMP and ends up crushing on Cellbit
(Is now a good time to admit that this years’ hadm was very much a pantsers vibe? B/c I went into this with 0 plans/themes as to what I’d be drawing. Anyways, was really fun)
hey guys :) yesterday my family played a game my sibling told us they played with a friend in bounce juggle classes so i thought id do a tag game version no tagging needed
a song for each letter of the alphabet, one letter per person. :) feel free to link the song
(Day #21) Hypnotizd + Graffiti/Bubble letters + Graffiti artist! Hypnotizd’s vers of an eye of ender (late entry for day #18), both drawn for @hermitadaymay
