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Everything started in that damned first year at U.A. – that’s when everyone had to face the nonsense of secondary gender: alpha, beta, or omega. A ridiculous division, but that’s the way the world works.

Alphas? The top of the food chain. The strongest, the fastest, born to lead and dominate. Everyone thinks alphas are meant to control, and, well, they’re not exactly wrong. Nature gave them the instinct to protect and provide. Everyone wants to be an alpha.

Betas? Most people out there, neither too weak nor too strong. They’re the “normal” ones. They don’t get the praise that alphas do, but at the same time, no one pays them much attention either. Which is fair, when you think about it.

And then there are the omegas. The bottom of the food chain. Fragile, submissive, with that “care and nurture” instinct. The world seems obsessed with them—probably because they’re a bit rarer than the others and, of course, because any one of them can get pregnant, regardless of gender. They’re practically walking reproduction machines, or at least that’s what everyone used to think. Omegas were treated like “breeders” and nothing more.

Over time, protests arose, people fought to change things, and they managed to earn a little respect. Medicine advanced; they developed suppressants, pills… all the crap that supposedly “equalized” the genders. As if that changed anything. On paper, everyone is equal now, but deep down, nothing really changes. Prejudices still exist, and attacks continue. They just slap a shiny “equality” label on everything.

Gradually, as the year passed, Class 1-A began to show their secondary genders, and Bakugo watched it all with a mix of boredom and irritation. Betas were predictable since they could be identified early on.

It was no surprise when that damned Half-and-Half revealed himself as an alpha. He had that air of superiority, so of course, he’d see himself at the top of the chain. Then came Shitty Hair, also an alpha. He was way too friendly for Bakugo’s taste, but he had strength and loyalty that almost justified the title. Alright, he could accept it. It kind of made sense.

The Alien Queen followed soon after, and, surprise, she was an alpha too. Female alphas weren’t that common, and Bakugo figured she seemed more like a beta, but, well, that radiant smile and boundless energy showed she wasn’t like the others.

The girls, like Cheeks, turned out to be omegas. Nothing extraordinary there. He expected it, considering her demeanor—sweet, caring, always trying to help others. Female omegas were common, after all, and he barely spared a second thought on it. Earphone Jack was also an omega. It made sense; she was quiet, observant, always listening more than talking. She preferred to stay in the background.

But then one day, Yaoyorozu showed her secondary gender. Bakugo was momentarily confused to see she was an omega. The girl was strong, confident, practically a born leader. She didn’t fit the “submissive nurturer” stereotype typically associated with omegas. It bothered him more than he cared to admit. Yaoyorozu had presence, and seeing an omega so independent and powerful messed with his head—a thought he preferred not to dwell on.

Things only got interesting when Dunce Face revealed he was an omega. That day, the entire classroom fell silent. Bakugo could see the surprised expressions on several idiots’ faces. Male omegas were rare, and thinking of Kaminari as… a nurturer? Bakugo almost laughed. It was pathetic, but deep down, he didn’t care. To each their own.

But, in a way, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for Kaminari. Like all omegas, he went into his first heat and was rushed to the infirmary. Poor guy, Bakugo thought, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Then came Tape Face and Four-Eyes, also alphas. In the end, most of the class turned out to be betas. They didn’t stand out in any way, in Bakugo’s opinion. They were just there, breathing the same air, but they made no difference.

And then, there was the damned nerd—Deku. He still hadn’t revealed his gender. Neither had Bakugo. Time passed, each day, week, month, and nothing happened. Bakugo trained more and more intensely, trying to shake off his anxiety. Not that he had any doubts. He knew he would be an alpha. How could he not be? His father and mother were alphas, so it was in his blood.

One day in the cafeteria, while they were having lunch, Kirishima decided to blurt something out, full of his usual energy. Bakugo just grunted, continuing to chew, but he listened.

— Kaminari! Dude! How was it, presenting as an omega? What’s heat like? Does it hurt as much as they say? — Kirishima asked, all excited, as if he were talking about the most interesting thing in the world.

Dunce Face shrank a little on the bench, blushing with a nervous smile, nothing like his usual carefree attitude. It was strange to see him without that casual bravado.

— W-well… it was… unpleasant, heh… — he replied, his voice low and hesitant, as if afraid to say too much.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. Of course, it was “unpleasant.” What a stupid question. He glanced at Kirishima with disdain, wondering why the blockhead thought this was cafeteria conversation material. But deep down, he felt a mix of curiosity and irritation. The idea of being vulnerable like that… he couldn’t understand how Dunce Face put up with it.

Everyone had to study secondary genders in middle school, so Bakugo knew the basics about the transition. It wasn’t hard to see why most omegas were female. Biology did its part. Omegas needed a uterus and functioning reproductive system to bring new life into the world. But as for male omegas, nature, in its twisted wisdom, had found a painful workaround for it.

Future male alphas or omegas were born with a penis, of course. But, in those early years, there was a kind of “waiting space,” a place where the body decided if it would form testicles, in the case of alphas, or… well, a vagina, if it were an omega. And, of course, the process was a painful nightmare. Just the thought of it made him uncomfortable, and he pushed it out of his mind whenever he could.

Kaminari spent an entire week in the infirmary, and Bakugo knew exactly what that meant. The pain. The adaptation. The transformation of a body that had to reconfigure itself. Just thinking about it sent a shiver of discomfort down his spine. Dunce Face had gone through something no beta, alpha, or female omega ever had to face, and Bakugo found himself, for a second, curious about how someone so loud and energetic was handling it all.

Kaminari now wore a tight black choker around his neck, for his own safety. If he went into heat and an alpha bit into his glands right there on his neck, the two of them would be cursed to stay together forever. This bond was unbreakable—a permanent tie that, once made, destroyed any chance of finding someone they truly wanted to be with. It was pathetic, but necessary. Dunce Face knew this, and Bakugo could see the nervousness in his eyes every time he adjusted the choker.

His body, however, was only beginning to transform. The complete maturation was still ahead. He would develop omega traits—a body with noticeable curves, broad hips, thick thighs, and a narrow waist. The kind of body nature deemed ideal for an omega: small, delicate, practically made to be protected by an alpha. Thinking about it made Bakugo roll his eyes. All this biology geared towards submission and nurturing was something he just couldn’t accept.

Alphas went through a similar process, but unlike omegas, they grew larger and more robust. Their shoulders broadened, muscles became denser and more powerful, and everything about them exuded a dominant presence. Tall, strong, ready to dominate anyone who dared to stand in their way. Bakugo knew he was destined for this development—it was as if his body was preparing itself to ensure he would always be in control.

And, watching all of this, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disdain. All this stupid biology, instincts that tried to shove everyone back into predetermined roles. It was ridiculous. He didn’t need anything other than his own strength and determination. To hell with instincts.

But in the end, it wasn’t his problem. Everyone had to deal with their own pain.

— Whoa, Kaminari, bro! That’s so manly of you, dude! — the redhead continued, with that shark-toothed grin and both thumbs up. — You’re really strong, man!

The electric hero blushed even more, his cheeks practically on fire. But he smiled, nodding, clearly trying to maintain his composure.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the spectacle. Kirishima’s enthusiasm made it seem like being an omega was something worthy of a medal. Pathetic. Dunce Face, all red and grinning, seemed to soak up the approval. Typical of him, always needing a pat on the back. If only they’d focus on training instead of this ridiculous back-patting, he thought, snorting irritably.

Kirishima leaned towards Kaminari, still smiling with that relaxed, friendly expression.

— Seriously, bro! It doesn’t matter what secondary gender you have. Alphas, omegas, betas, everyone here is equal. We’re a team, man, and nothing’s gonna change that. — He laughed and clapped Kaminari on the back, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Kaminari laughed a little nervously, but he seemed relieved by his friend’s words. Across the table, Sero nodded, arms crossed and smiling.

— Yeah, man, Kirishima’s right! — Sero said, nodding. — No one here cares about that gender hierarchy crap. You’re the same as always.

Kaminari smiled, still a bit awkward, but clearly happy with his friends' support.

Bakugo, however, was on the verge of a major eye roll. He clenched his fists as the three continued with their sentimental conversation. His patience was running thin.

— What the hell are you all talking about? — he growled, his voice cutting through the room and catching everyone’s attention. The three friends stopped and looked at him, surprised. — The truth is, none of you actually think that way. You sit there acting like it doesn’t matter, but the reality is different. Omegas are treated one way, alphas another.

Kirishima frowned but kept his tone calm.

— Bakubro, that’s not it, man. I’m serious. Who cares what society thinks? We’re not like that. I see all of you as equals. And I know you care too, even if you pretend not to.

Bakugo let out a dry, irritated laugh.

— And that’s why you’re all pathetic. Pretending everyone’s equal, when the reality is no one cares about this “we’re all equal” crap when instincts kick in. Omegas are vulnerable, and everyone knows it. Accept it, Dunce Face, because none of those speeches will change what’s real.

The blond leaned over the table, his intense gaze fixed on the omega beside Kirishima, who was looking more and more uncomfortable.

— Try skipping your suppressants or going into heat in front of an alpha — he murmured, his voice low and sharp. — Let’s see if that corny “equality” speech saves you then.

Silence fell over the table, so thick it seemed to weigh down on all of them. Kaminari looked down, his face turning red, clearly uncomfortable. Sero shot Bakugo a disapproving look, obviously not okay with the attack. Kirishima stayed quiet, but there was something in his gaze—a firmness Bakugo noticed even though he didn’t want to.

Bakugo just snorted, looking away. He wasn’t there for moral lectures. The idea that everyone could be equal was a joke, an illusion he refused to buy into. But as he prepared to leave, he caught a quick glance at Kirishima. The redhead stared back at him, a mix of disappointment and stubbornness in his gaze—like he really believed what he was saying. Bakugo felt a flicker of discomfort but brushed it off.

Without another word, he grabbed his tray and stomped out of the cafeteria, his footsteps echoing as he left the three friends behind.

That night, after his shower, Bakugo threw himself onto his bed, huffing as he prepared to sleep. He felt a bit strange, though. His body seemed a little warm, but when he checked his temperature, everything was normal. Not thinking much about it, he just turned over and fell asleep.

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The next morning, Bakugo woke up in a pool of sweat, the sheet clinging to his skin. Groaning, he sat up in bed, his head spinning a bit as he tried to regain his focus. His blood pressure seemed to have dropped suddenly. Ugh, had he caught some stupid cold? But he knew he couldn’t miss today’s class—there was an important exam, and he wasn’t about to let anything get in the way.

Shaking his head to dispel the grogginess, he took a long gulp from the water bottle beside his bed and stood up slowly, waiting for the feeling to pass. That’s when he felt a dull ache between his legs, a light but persistent pressure that made him stop in his tracks, surprised.

His eyes widened as the realization hit him. Was he finally starting the process to present his secondary gender? His heart sped up a little, and a smile crept onto his lips, a mix of excitement and relief.

— Ha! About time, damn it! — he muttered to himself, feeling adrenaline replace the discomfort. Whatever it was, he was ready. He’d been waiting for this longer than he cared to admit, and the idea of finally discovering his secondary gender only made him more eager and impatient.

He wasn’t about to let anyone be better than him—whatever the result, he’d use it to keep proving he was the best, as always.

Bakugo gathered his things and headed to the bathroom, feeling satisfied with himself. As soon as he left his room, a few different scents began to invade his nose. They were still faint, but he could already distinguish them, which brought a smirk to his face. Finally, things were changing.

When he entered the men’s locker room, reserved for betas, alphas, and those who hadn’t presented yet, he found Kirishima, who was wrapping a towel around his waist and waving enthusiastically.

— Hey, ohayou, Bakubro! — the redhead greeted cheerfully. But as soon as Bakugo approached, Kirishima’s expression changed instantly. He frowned, leaning in a bit to sniff the air, clearly confused. — Uh? What’s that smell?

Bakugo gave a disdainful, yet proud, smirk.

— None of your business, idiot, — he replied, his voice surprisingly calm but with that superior tone that was all his.

He noticed that now, up close to Kirishima, he could pick up on the other boy’s natural scent, something like orange blossom and lime, though it was still too faint to define clearly. Kirishima seemed more intrigued by the second, his eyes locked on Bakugo, as if he were trying to understand what was happening.

The blond let out a sigh, annoyed but thrilled with the new sensations. This was just the beginning, he knew. Soon, all these scents would make sense, and he was eager for what would come next.

Bakugo and Kirishima walked toward the showers, talking casually. The blond could hardly wait to wash off the sweat and that sticky feeling. The hot steam filled the space as the water poured down, relaxing his muscles under the strong flow. Kirishima, beside him, began talking about the combat training they had later, but Bakugo barely listened. His mind was still occupied, trying to comprehend his sudden sensitivity to scents.

Finishing his shower, he grabbed a towel and quickly dried his face. The two returned to the locker room, and Bakugo noticed a slight change in temperature as they left the bathing area. Then, suddenly, as he rounded a corner, he ran straight into someone.

— Oh, sorry, Kacchan! — Deku stumbled back, his hands up, clearly caught off guard.

Bakugo froze in place. The warmth in the room seemed to intensify, and he felt a wave of something hot and intense ripple through his abdomen. It was like something inside him was burning, something he’d never felt before. A gentle yet penetrating aroma invaded his nose, a scent that blended the freshness of freshly cut grass with something sweet, almost citrusy. It was… addictive. Instinctively, he took a deep breath, and the smell overwhelmed his senses.

— Tch… Deku! — he growled, trying to sound irritated, but his voice came out a bit huskier than he’d intended.

Deku, unaware of what was happening, gave a nervous smile, taking a step back.

— Ah, s-sorry, Kacchan, I didn’t see you there! — He glanced at the two friends, noticing Kirishima standing beside them, who was watching the scene with a curious expression.

Bakugo felt his heart racing, and the warmth in his abdomen only grew, spreading through his body like a fire he couldn’t extinguish. Damn, why was the nerd’s scent affecting him so much? It was the best aroma he’d ever smelled—fresh, invigorating, addictive—and the thought irritated him. He averted his gaze, trying to maintain his composure, avoiding Deku’s bright green eyes that sparkled more than he’d care to admit.

But then he noticed Deku frowning slightly, as if picking up on something new. Deku began sniffing the air more deeply, his eyes losing focus, almost closing.

— What… is that smell? — Deku murmured, his voice rough and heavy, with a tone Bakugo wasn’t used to hearing. He seemed dazed, as if in a trance, and with each breath, he took a step closer.

Bakugo’s face flushed, and the heat within him intensified. The feeling was overwhelming, and before he could react, Deku was mere inches away, his scent so close it seemed to saturate the air.

— Haah… — Deku sighed, his eyes half-closed, as if intoxicated by the scent. — You smell s-so good, Kacchan…

Bakugo’s expression hardened, but he felt his heart skip a beat. The heat, the smell, and Deku’s closeness were becoming unbearable. He needed to get out of there, to rid himself of this vulnerable state that left him exposed.

— Move it, Deku, — he murmured, his voice rough and lower than he’d intended. Without waiting for a response, he gave Deku’s shoulder a shove, pushing him back. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was retreating. He needed to get away from here, away from that scent that seemed to coil around him, stealing his self-control.

Kirishima, who had been watching the scene in silence, followed him, giving Bakugo a curious look but choosing not to say anything. The two walked down the hallway in a heavy silence, Bakugo’s face set in a scowl as he forced himself to focus on anything but the lingering warmth and the damn scent of Deku, which seemed to embed itself in his mind.

The smell still lingered in his thoughts, and no matter how hard he tried to push it away, he knew it would be more difficult to ignore than he’d like.

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After lunch, everything happened very quickly. It was already late, and the class was taking their exam, with Aizawa standing at the front of the room in absolute silence, his arms crossed behind his back, his eyes fixed on each student. Bakugo felt the heat intensify, a dull ache pulsing in his abdomen, worsening every time he caught a whiff of that damn nerd's scent nearby. He clenched his fists under the desk, trying to maintain his composure.

When it was time to pass the papers back, Bakugo didn’t bother to turn and look at Deku. He just tossed the sheets onto Deku’s desk, his movements swift and rough. But even without looking, he knew Deku was close—too close. And his scent… damn, it was even stronger. Every second, it seemed to fill the air more, a dense, tempting smell that made Bakugo’s stomach churn.

He struggled to focus, but his anger was rising. Was Deku doing this on purpose? Did he know what was happening and was trying to provoke him? Like he had something to prove, trying to show he was stronger than him? Bakugo ground his teeth. Ha! As if that nerd could ever compete with him.

Feeling the sweat trickle down his neck and the heat spreading more intensely, he took a deep breath, trying to ignore it all and concentrate on the test. But the scent was still there, pulling him back, taunting him. He felt the muscles in his hands tense, forcing himself to write with more force than necessary, as if that could ward off the sensation.

With every breath, Deku’s scent seemed to intensify, and Bakugo knew that if he let himself give in, he would lose control. His heart pounded faster, and irritation rose as he forced himself to ignore everything around him and keep his eyes on the test, determined to finish it without giving in.

As he tried to concentrate, he could hear Deku’s heavy breathing behind him, each breath more uneven than the last. Something was changing, and Bakugo felt his instincts heighten, as if his body were preparing for an attack. The heat in his abdomen seemed ready to explode.

A low, guttural growl echoed through the room, and Bakugo felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He turned slightly, expecting to meet Deku’s gaze. But what he saw made him freeze. Deku was practically panting, his green eyes—normally bright and friendly—were now darkened, wild, staring at him with a primitive intensity. Bakugo could barely believe what he was seeing—Deku’s sharp canines gleamed under the classroom light, menacing, making it clear that he was face-to-face with an alpha in a feral state.

— No way… — Bakugo muttered, his mind reeling as he realized that the calm, reserved nerd was presenting as an alpha.

— Kacchan… — Deku growled, his voice low and rough, full of need and an intensity that Bakugo had never witnessed. Deku seemed intoxicated, completely consumed by Bakugo’s scent, as if the aroma had taken over his senses.

Before Bakugo could react, Deku moved forward, his hands gripping the back of Bakugo’s chair with a crushing strength, bringing his face dangerously close to Bakugo’s neck. Bakugo tried to stand up, but Deku held him firmly, pressing him against the desk, his possessive scent filling the air. Bakugo felt the heat spreading throughout his body, a wave of electricity mixed with the resistance he was desperately trying to gather. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from giving in.

What the hell was happening? It was as if his own body was reacting, as if a deeper instinct was satisfied with what was happening—with the fact that Deku, of all people, was marking him. This made no sense! He was an alpha too!

— What the hell are you doing, Deku? — he hissed, struggling to break free, but Deku’s strength was brutal, his hands holding him with a firmness that didn’t intend to let go.

Deku growled again, drawing even closer, and Bakugo felt his hot breath on his neck, sending a painfully pleasant shiver through his entire body. Deku was out of control, and his scent only grew stronger, enveloping and dominating, as if it were marking Bakugo with his essence.

Then, suddenly, Deku pulled Bakugo even closer, rubbing the side of his neck against Bakugo’s in a primal, possessive gesture. Bakugo froze, and his heart skipped a beat. To his utter surprise, he, Bakugo, let out a slight whimper, almost like a purr—just like a damn omega.

It was then that he felt something unexpected. A much stronger heat shot up his spine, spreading electricity through every fiber of his being. It was a sensation he had never experienced, a scandalous pleasure, a wave of warmth that exploded in his stomach, making him nearly gasp. The contact of Deku’s neck against his seemed to send a flood of butterflies into his stomach, a pleasure that spread through every cell in his body.

He wanted to resist, to pull away, but his instincts were taking over. Every time Deku rubbed his neck against him, Bakugo felt an absurd urgency and gave in a little more, his muscles relaxing, his body taking on a posture he hated to admit.

It was as if Bakugo’s pride had been set aside, and he was reacting with something beyond his own will. His instincts were beginning to respond to the alpha, and he knew he was losing control, which only fueled his frustration and anger. Deku’s presence overwhelmed him, and the only thing he could do was fight the urge to surrender completely, even though his body had already practically handed victory over to the other.

Everything around Bakugo blurred, as if the world had lost focus, and the only thing he could feel was Deku’s scent, the comforting warmth, and the alpha’s presence, which was suddenly ripped away from him. A painful emptiness filled his chest, and before he could process it, a desperate whimper escaped his mouth.

— No! — he cried, his voice breaking. Why were they pulling his alpha away? Bakugo looked around, his vision blurred with tears, his heart pounding, his mind still wrapped in a haze of despair. Had his alpha rejected him? The thought made him tremble.

Suddenly, the entire room plunged into chaos. He heard voices, shouts, and when he finally managed to focus, he saw Deku being restrained by Kirishima, who wore a serious expression. But Deku was out of control, growling like an animal, his green eyes blazing with a terrifying intensity as he struggled to break free.

Deku roared, his voice rough and dripping with anger, as he fought against Kirishima’s grip. His body emitted a glowing green aura, the One for All starting to hum around him, growing stronger and stronger.

— Calm down, Deku! — Kirishima shouted, gritting his teeth, clearly straining to hold the other alpha. Even with his quirk, he trembled under the effort of containing Deku’s rising power, which seemed ready to explode at any moment. The green energy aura intensified, flickering and pulsing, casting a menacing light around the room, as if the room itself was reacting to the furious alpha’s presence.

Their classmates backed away, some shouting for the nurses. Bakugo tried to get up, his muscles still weak and his body trembling. He felt Deku’s absence as a physical pain, something that left him dazed. His mind screamed at him to get closer, to reach the alpha who seemed determined to fight for him.

— Izuku! — he cried out, his voice choked. He hated the weakness in his own voice, but his instincts were taking over, and all he wanted was to feel the alpha—his alpha—by his side again.

— Izuku, control yourself! — Aizawa said, activating his quirk, his red eyes fixed on Deku. He used his capture weapon to bind Deku, trying to disrupt the destructive power of One for All, while also casting a look of rare concern at Bakugo. — Bakugo, get back! This is out of control!

Bakugo, still crying, forced himself to stand. Even with his legs shaking, he yielded to the instinct pulling him toward Deku, the alpha who called to him with an almost physical urgency. Every fiber of his being begged him not to let Deku go. But before he could take another step, he felt strong arms wrap around him.

— Bakugo, calm down! — Sero held him, embracing him from behind, his hands firm on Bakugo’s waist, trying to keep him from moving forward. — You can’t go near him right now!

Bakugo struggled, thrashing, and a desperate sound escaped his throat—a whimper he never imagined he was capable of making. His eyes, still blurred with tears, were fixed on Deku, as he fought against Sero’s hold. But it was Bakugo’s vulnerable whimper that seemed to snap something inside Izuku.

Deku paused for a moment, and his expression shifted from rage to something more dangerous. He fixed his gaze on Sero, his green eyes dark and bloodshot, and let out a deep, menacing growl that echoed through the entire room. He broke free from Kirishima and Aizawa with an explosive move, using the power of One for All to propel himself, charging toward Sero like a runaway train.

Sero barely had time to react before Deku collided with him, the force of the impact pushing them both against the wall, causing Bakugo to fall to the floor beside them. Deku’s face was inches from Sero’s, his teeth bared in a wild snarl, and his alpha fangs were fully exposed, ready to bite, forcing the other alpha to either submit or face the consequences.

— Deku, get a grip! — Aizawa shouted again, his capture weapon moving once more as he tried to restrain him, but Deku was too determined, the power of One for All vibrating around his body like a storm of green energy.

Bakugo felt a wave of guilt mixed with desire, an internal conflict that left him dizzy. He knew he shouldn’t want this, that it was madness to give in to his instincts, but the desperation and need to be close to Deku were overwhelming. The sight of Deku defending him, even in such an aggressive manner, made his heart race. Alpha is strong, alpha wants to protect me, good alpha, his instincts whispered.

Kirishima rushed to help Sero, trying to pull Deku away, but the alpha wouldn’t back down, his gaze fixed and possessive, the green energy surrounding him, intensifying his movements.

— This omega is mine, — Deku managed to snarl, his voice sounding deeper than ever, a primal and clear claim.

A flicker of consciousness broke through Bakugo’s haze, and he frowned, wondering what omega Deku could possibly be talking about.

Sero exchanged a quick, worried glance with Kirishima, both of them realizing that if Deku remained out of control, no one would be able to contain him for long. Deku’s scent dominated the room—heavy, threatening, an alpha essence that no one else could match. It was an almost tangible force, as if the very air was bending under his presence.

Suddenly, a few nurses entered the room, their expressions determined, holding a syringe in hand. Taking advantage of a brief opening, one of them quickly injected a tranquilizer into Deku’s neck. He growled, shaking his head, and while his muscles began to weaken, he continued to resist, his legs wobbling but his strength intact. The nurses exchanged tense looks, and realizing one dose wouldn’t be enough, they administered a second.

Bakugo watched everything with wide eyes, his heart pounding frantically. He felt his instincts rebelling, a primal anger rising within him as he saw Deku stumble, the energy slowly draining from the alpha’s body. His instincts screamed that his alpha was being taken from him, and it was unbearable. Desperation began to rise, and an anguished cry tore from his throat.

— No! Don’t take him from me! — Bakugo screamed, struggling to get up from the floor, his eyes locked onto Deku, who was now collapsing to his knees, his movements slowing until he finally gave in, unconscious.

The blond began to thrash even more, crying and shouting, his voice filled with anguish and frustration. But before he could do anything else, he felt Sero’s arms around him again, holding him tightly, as if trying to keep him from running toward the fallen alpha.

— Bakugo, calm down! — Sero grunted, his voice heavy with worry. — You need to get a hold of yourself, man. You’re losing control!

But Bakugo couldn’t hear him. All he could see was Deku’s body lying there, and his own instincts screamed for protection, for closeness. He felt an unbearable heat in his chest, something that seemed to tear him apart from the inside, the need to be near Deku almost suffocating him.

Then he felt a sharp prick in his neck. His vision started to blur, and a heavy drowsiness overtook his body. He heard the voices around him grow faint as the world around him began to fade into darkness.

— Sorry, Bakugo, but this is for your own good, — Sero’s voice came, muffled and distant, as Bakugo’s body began to go limp, the scream in his throat silenced.

— What happened? — the distant, calm voice of Icy Hot asked as he entered the room. Damn alpha.

Everything went dark, and the last thing Bakugo felt was the void where Deku’s scent had been, an absence that left him with a deep sense of loss. The darkness swallowed him, and he felt nothing more.

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When Bakugo finally regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was pain—a pain so intense it made his whole body clench, his teeth grinding together. It was like he was being consumed from the inside out, a throbbing, relentless ache centered right between his legs. He’d never felt anything like it, and the worst part was that it seemed endless. His body was on fire, his skin sticky with sweat as he twisted wherever he was lying, trying to escape the infernal sensation.

The pain came in waves, along with a scorching heat that seemed to melt every piece of his skin, leaving him in a constant state of haze. He’d black out, wake up, and everything would start again—a relentless, cyclical torture that stripped him of every ounce of pride he had. How much time had passed? He had no idea and couldn’t focus enough to find out.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bakugo woke up again. The pain had dulled to something more bearable, though it was far from gone. Even so, he managed to open his eyes, which felt as heavy as lead. He blinked a few times, waiting for his blurry vision to clear. Around him, he saw the lights of the infirmary, the damned smell of antiseptic filling the air.

There was a needle in his arm, connected to an IV, and he felt an immediate, almost offensive discomfort. He tried to move his arm to pull it out, but a jolt of pain stopped him, making him grit his teeth and mutter a curse under his breath.

— What the hell... where the fuck am I? — he growled, his voice rough and tired.

Before he could try to sit up, he heard a noise nearby and, to his dismay, saw the small figure of Recovery Girl approaching his bed. She looked at him with a calm expression, but there was a serious glint in her eye, one that Bakugo hated, as if she knew something he didn’t.

— Finally awake, Bakugo-san. I was beginning to think I’d have to give you another dose of sedative, — she said, her tone patient.

— What… what the hell is going on? Why am I here? — He tried to sit up, but the heat surged through his body, forcing him to lie back down, feeling weak and irritable.

Recovery Girl sighed, shaking her head.

— You’re in the infirmary, Bakugo-san. In the special wing for omegas. — Her words came out calmly, and he felt his stomach turn at hearing that. He looked at her, eyes wide, as if she’d just said the worst insult imaginable.

— Omegas? — he snarled, trying to process what she’d just said, anger rising alongside disbelief. — What the hell? Are you crazy? I’m not... I’m an alpha, dammit!

She looked back at him, unfazed, unaffected by his outburst.

— No, Bakugou-san. You’re presenting as an omega. This heat, this pain you’re feeling is your body developing and entering a heat. It’s perfectly normal for a healthy omega during presentation.

She observed him with a calm look, as if explaining something basic to a child, which only made Bakugo angrier.

Katsuki let out a bitter laugh, which quickly turned into a groan of pain as the heat flooded back into his body. Heat? Him? It was a joke, a mistake. He tried to sit up again, but the pain pulled him back down onto the bed, and he cursed loudly.

— I am not a fucking omega! — he roared, but the intensity of the pain cut his scream short. It was as if his own body were betraying everything he knew, everything he believed. — D-dammit, my parents are alphas! — he groaned.

Recovery Girl stepped closer, gently pressing him back down onto the bed.

— Accept it, Bakugou-san. Your body is undergoing changes, and fighting it will only make things worse. You’re in a safe environment, with everything you need to get through this process. Resisting it will just make it more painful.

He tried to push her away, but the heat and weakness kept him pinned down. His pride screamed at him not to give in, to fight, but his body refused to obey. The idea of being an omega was an affront, a personal betrayal. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t someone who needed protection, someone who needed someone else to take care of him. It didn’t make any sense.

As Recovery Girl stepped back to adjust the IV, Bakugo lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the heat wash over him again. Shame and anger consumed him, but he could barely keep his eyes open. His body was still at war, a battle he couldn’t win, and deep down, a small voice whispered that maybe he never would.

Lost in thought, something clicked in his mind, and the memory of what had happened before he ended up there came rushing back. He remembered being in the classroom, Deku’s scent, the heat, the feral look of an alpha ready to attack, and the way he, Katsuki, had reacted like a needy, pathetic omega. He instinctively curled up on the bed, his sore body recoiling, and a low growl escaped his lips.

— That damn… nerd… — he grunted, gritting his teeth as his body protested, the pain intensifying by the second.

Recovery Girl looked over at him, raising an eyebrow as she adjusted the IV.

— Ah, you mean Midoriya-san, Bakugo-san? Yes, he presented as an alpha. From what I’ve been told, his instincts were triggered by your presentation. Most likely, he entered rut due to your heat.

Bakugo felt his stomach twist at that. The nerd, that damned nerd he’d despised since childhood, was an alpha? And worse, he had reacted to him like an alpha would to an… to an… He gritted his teeth, the word catching in his throat. He refused to say it, to accept it.

— This must be a joke. I’m not… I never… — He fell silent, unable to finish the sentence, his head pounding with anger and confusion. He looked at Recovery Girl, his eyes full of fury, but also something else, something he didn’t want to admit.

Vulnerability.

— Midoriya’s response, however, was something rare. The kind of reaction that you both had only happens when an alpha and an omega are destined for each other. — She sighed, seeing Bakugo’s expression harden even more. — And, on top of that, both of you presented as dominants, which is even rarer.

Katsuki felt the shock hit him like a punch. Deku, that damn nerd, wasn’t just an alpha, but a dominant alpha? And he… he himself was a dominant omega? He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His heart raced, and for a second, the surprise silenced him. But then, the anger boiled within him, a searing rage that needed to be unleashed.

— Destined for each other? — he laughed, but it was a harsh and bitter laugh. — What a load of crap! This is nonsense. Me and Deku? I don’t even want to think about this stupid idea of “destined.” We’re nothing to each other, and we never will be. And me, a dominant omega? What a sick joke! — He tried to stand up again, but the heat still held him back, making him lie down, frustrated.

Recovery Girl watched him patiently, allowing him to vent his anger. She seemed to expect that reaction. 

— I understand that it’s hard to accept, Bakugo-san. But the bond between you two may be inevitable. Both of your bodies responded to something beyond conscious control, and fighting against it will only bring you more pain. I’m not saying you have to accept it now, or make any decisions about what it means. But what happened between you two is real.

Bakugo clenched his teeth, the anger mingling with a sense of betrayal. He felt as if the whole world were turning against him, as if his own body had betrayed him, forcing him to accept a reality he refused to face. Destined? Him and Deku? This was a bad joke.

— That’s just more romantic nonsense someone made up to try to justify the fact that biology decided to mess with my life! I don’t care about these instincts. I’m not an omega, and I’ll never accept this… this bullshit of “destined mate”! — He spat the words out, full of disdain. — I don’t care what my body says, I’m not giving in to any of it. Not to him.

Recovery Girl gave a small sigh. 

— I understand, Bakugo-san. But your body will continue to feel these impulses, and resisting them won’t make them any weaker. You’ll have to decide how you want to handle this, but don’t let pride make you suffer more than necessary. — She stepped back a little, giving him space to process the situation.

The blond looked away, refusing to meet her gaze, his body still trembling with anger and the unsettling sensation of the heat running through his veins. Pride and instinct seemed to be in a deadly battle within him. The idea of being dominated, of being “destined” for Deku, made him feel a humiliation he couldn’t accept.

He closed his eyes, still refusing to give in, but at the same time, feeling that a part of him recognized the truth in what Recovery Girl was saying. He knew that, sooner or later, he would have to face this reality. But for now, all he could do was try not to lose control again.

The days passed slowly, each second marked by Bakugo’s irritation and resistance. Every fiber of his being seemed to revolt against everything he had discovered about himself, but he insisted on ignoring the signs, refusing to give in. Finally, he was discharged from the infirmary, but still felt his body weak, his muscles more sensitive than they had ever been. Not that he cared, though. To him, this “second gender” was nothing more than a cruel joke, something he had no intention of taking seriously.

Before leaving, Recovery Girl handed him a pack of suppressants along with a small folder containing information he needed to know—medical care, warnings on how to stay healthy now that his body was reacting differently. She also mentioned the need to follow up with a specialist, someone who could guide him on how to deal with all of it.

Bakugo scoffed, laughing with disdain. A specialist? As if he needed help with anything. He wasn’t willing to accept any of it, much less submit to consultations or advice. There was nothing he couldn’t control with brute force and determination.

Now, back in his room, Katsuki stood in front of the mirror, his expression dark and his eyes fixed on the image reflected back at him. The folder and suppressants lay discarded on the bed, forgotten, but in his hands, he held a simple black choker that had been given to him as a mandatory item. A protection, they said, to ensure that no alpha could mark him against his will, now that he was an omega.

He held the choker with contempt, his fingers gripping the fabric as a slow fury burned within him. A piece of cloth that identified him as someone who needed protection. As if he were weak. Ridiculous. But the rules were clear: whenever he left his dorm room, he had to wear it, and the idea disgusted him.

While he had been hospitalized, his room was immediately transferred to the area reserved for omegas, a space with reinforced doors and advanced security systems designed to ensure their “freedom” and protection. That change enraged him as much as the choker he now held. As if that area made him freer. It was all hypocrisy, a joke. As if anyone actually cared.

Katsuki took a deep breath, his gaze hardening. He knew the school imposed these rules, but he hated being pushed into a label, being placed in a box they claimed was “safe” for him. He hated it all, to his core. He gripped the choker tighter, and for a moment, he considered throwing it in the trash, forgetting it existed, and walking out with his head held high, like he always did.

But even as he tried to deny it, his body now betrayed him, exposing him to things he never imagined he’d have to face.

Then, with a sharp movement, he brought the choker to his neck and fastened it. The touch of the fabric against his skin made him tremble with anger, but he secured it tightly. The blond looked at his own reflection, his eyes filled with a cold determination. He might be forced to wear it, but no one would make him feel weak. No one. He would find a way to reverse all of this, to take back control.

— This is all a shitty joke — he muttered, his gaze laced with contempt. — Let them come. I’ll show them who I really am.

Knocks on the door pulled him out of his wave of rage and irritation. With a frustrated sigh, Bakugo went to the door and yanked it open. On the other side, he found Dunce Face – more nervous than ever, fiddling with the hem of his gray shirt as if it were a refuge for his trembling hands.

— Uh… Bakugo… I just came by to see how, uh… you’re doing… — Kaminari mumbled, managing a small smile, though he seemed ready to shrink away at any moment, clearly expecting an explosion.

Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes. Without saying anything, he turned and walked back into the room, leaving the door open behind him. He flopped down onto the bed casually, one leg bent, while he grabbed the damned folder and the pack of suppressants, holding them in his hands as if he wanted to crush them.

Kaminari entered timidly, watching his friend as he closed the door behind him. He looked hesitant, as if he were weighing his words before saying anything. Katsuki could feel the other’s nervousness as if it were something tangible, which only served to irritate him even more. He lifted his gaze, shooting Kaminari a sharp look.

— So, what do you want? — Bakugo growled, his tone impatient. — Come to do me a little pity favor? Is that it?

Kaminari shook his head quickly, his eyes wide.

— N-no! Of course not, Bakubro! I just… I was worried, you know? — He gave another nervous smile, looking at the floor and then back at him. — We heard that… well, that things have been tough for you, and I… I wanted to help, if you need anything.

Bakugo let out a bitter harsh laugh as he looked at the pack of suppressants. It was just another reminder of the new reality he hated accepting. He rolled one of the pills between his fingers, thinking about the hypocrisy of having to take something to control an instinct he never wanted.

— Help? — he repeated, a note of sarcasm dripping from his voice. — How, exactly, do you think you can help me? What are you gonna do, Dunce Face? Help me accept this omega shit they say I am? — He scoffed, clenching his fists tightly. — I don’t need anyone. Especially not an idiot who doesn’t understand a damn thing about what I’m going through.

Kaminari took a step back, but he didn’t leave the room. He took a deep breath, as if gathering courage, and looked at Bakugo with an expression that mixed understanding and determination.

— How do I not understand? I went through the exact same thing! I’m an omega too! — He paused for a second, searching for Bakugo’s gaze. — You don’t have to handle all this alone, you know… I-I thought that maybe, we could stick together, since we’re the only male omegas in the class…

— So you think this is some kind of special bond just because we’re omegas? — he growled, his tone more defensive than he intended. — That I’m gonna join up with you, that I’m going to accept all this just because you “went through the same thing”? — He scoffed, squeezing the pill between his fingers as if he wanted to crush it. — This is just another joke. I’m not gonna be anyone’s “brother in suffering.” I’m not weak!

— It’s not that! I’m not saying you have to accept it or that you’re weak! Just… just that we don’t have to go through this alone. That you can have someone by your side, someone who understands. It’s not weakness, okay? We… we really don’t have to face this isolated!

Bakugo looked at him with a mixture of disdain and confusion, a storm of emotions crossing his eyes. Anger bubbled up, but there was something more, something that bothered him deeply. He hated the idea of seeming vulnerable, of needing someone, but what irritated him most was the fact that, for a brief moment, Kaminari’s offer didn’t sound as bad as he wanted to believe.

— You really think you understand what this is, Dunce Face? — he hissed, but there was less fury in his voice now, as if the anger were dissolving into something he didn’t want to acknowledge. — You think you know what it’s like… to lose control? In front of everyone? And even with that damn nerd scent marking you? — he growled the last part, losing his composure. — I’m not like you. I’m not going to bow down to this!

— No one’s asking you to bow down. I know you’re strong, and I know you’ll find a way to deal with all of this. I just want you to know that, if you need it… I’m here. No judgment, no pity. Just someone who… understands. — He turned to leave but paused at the door, looking back. — And just so you know… being an omega or whatever, it doesn’t change a thing. You’re still Bakugo. The explosive, irritating, hard-headed Bakugo we all know.

The explosive hero took a deep breath, trying to ignore the wave of emotions threatening to overflow.

— Go away, Dunce Face — he murmured, his voice lower, almost inaudible. — I don’t need help. Not from you. Not from anyone.

Kaminari gave a final nod and left, closing the door behind him. Katsuki let out a long sigh. That electric idiot had more guts than he thought. But, somehow, the brief moment of honesty had eased a bit of the weight he was carrying.

Even so, his path was a solitary one, and he knew that. He would resolve this the way he always had: alone and on his own terms. And if there were consequences, he’d face them all, one by one.

Katsuki sighed with irritation, swallowing the pill roughly and closing his eyes, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that the earlier conversation had left behind. He knew he was delaying something inevitable, but for now, he was determined to keep control, even if every fiber of his being challenged him.

When he finally tried to rest, the insistent ring of his phone brought him back to reality. He huffed, already guessing who it was. The number flashing on the screen confirmed it: the eighth call from that persistent old hag. His mother never knew when to quit, and as always, he avoided answering. But with every missed call, it seemed her determination to harass him only grew. Grumbling, he reluctantly reached for the phone and finally answered.

— About time, brat! — the familiar voice rang from the other end, direct and impatient, as always.

— What do you want, old hag? — Bakugo grumbled, irritated but resigned. He already knew that once she set her mind on something, she wouldn’t rest until she said her piece.

— What do I want? I want to understand why you’ve been ignoring my calls! — she shot back, her tone a mix of concern and disapproval.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. The last thing he needed was to hear a lecture or advice about something he already considered resolved.

— Yeah, yeah, what’s the problem now? I’m busy, hag — he muttered impatiently.

He heard his mother sigh on the other end of the line, and her voice came back in a softer tone, a bit different from the direct, impatient tone she usually used.

— Katsuki, how are you? — she asked, a bit more gently. — Your father and I are worried about you.

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “Here we go again with the lecture.” He knew that when omegas or alphas presented, it was standard practice for U.A. to call the parents and report the situation. Apparently, they had done their duty and filled his mother in on everything. He wasn’t in the mood to hear about how he was handling his new condition.

— I’m fine, okay? — he replied, his voice laced with irritation. — I don’t need anyone worrying about me. I already said, I handle things my way.

— Oh, sure, your way — Mitsuki replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. — So, your way is to ignore your mother’s calls and act like no one cares about you?

Bakugo clenched his fists, controlling the urge to respond more aggressively. This was becoming unbearable.

— It’s not like I need your permission to move on, old hag. I already told you I’m fine! — he retorted, his frustration spilling over. — I’m not some useless omega, and I definitely don’t need you hounding me, damn alpha!

Mitsuki took a deep breath, and for a moment, he could feel the weight of the silence on the other end of the line. Then, she let out a heavy sigh.

— Katsuki, you’re my son, and it doesn’t matter if you’re an alpha, beta, or omega. Your father and I will always be here for you. You’re not useless, and we both know that better than anyone — she replied, her tone softer now. 

Bakugo grew even more irritated. He hated this feeling, as if he were being treated like a child, someone who needed to be protected or comforted.

— I don’t need your pity, got it? — he retorted, his voice filled with anger. — I’m not weak, and I’m not going to stand here listening to a lecture about how I should accept myself!

Mitsuki let out a short laugh.

— You know, Katsuki, I know that stubbornness of yours better than anyone. And it’s a good quality, believe me. I just want you to know that, no matter what, you’re our son, and we love you just the way you are, no matter how stubborn and irritating you may be. — She chuckled at the last words. — And you don’t need pity, but maybe, every now and then, you need someone to remind you that you’re not alone.

Katsuki stayed silent, his breathing heavy. He hated to admit it, but her words got to him in a way he wasn’t prepared to face. It was irritating, but at the same time, something in his chest tightened.

— Yeah, yeah… now that you’ve given your speech, can I get back to what I was doing? — he growled, trying to keep his tone irritated and distant.

Mitsuki just sighed, but there was a hint of affection in the gesture.

— Alright, I’ll leave you alone, for now. But remember, brat, we’re here. And I’ll keep calling, so be prepared — she replied, with a slight smile in her voice. — Katsuki, take care of yourself. Remember that no matter how you choose to handle things, we love you and want you to be happy. Don’t forget that.

Bakugo hesitated, swallowing hard, before answering.

— Fine… I know. Now, bye. — he said, his voice softer.

He hung up before she could respond, tossing the phone back onto the bed and closing his eyes, feeling his chest tighten slightly. As much as he tried to shake off the feeling, her words lingered in his mind. No matter how much he denied it, a part of him felt comforted knowing that his parents were there, no matter how hard he fought against that feeling.

Katsuki took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut, as if trying to lock away everything he felt deep inside, where no one—not even himself—could reach. The feeling of vulnerability suffocated him, and he hated what was happening.

No matter what, he would keep moving forward. He’s Katsuki Bakugo, dammit! Strong, determined, invincible. It had always been that way, and it always would be. He refused to be seen as someone who needed support, someone who gave in to emotions. That’s what he repeated to himself, what always kept him standing. But now, as silence filled the room, he felt something crack inside.

His throat tightened, like needles digging deep, and his eyes started to burn, a warmth he tried to ignore, but which became impossible to contain. He bit his lip, clenching his teeth hard, but it wasn’t enough. Before he could stop it, he felt tears sliding down his cheeks, silent and warm, a betrayal of everything he tried so hard to be.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his palms. “Damn it…” he thought, as he tried to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. It was pathetic. Frustrating. And, at the same time, inevitable. He hated it, hated himself for giving in, even if only for a moment. The conversation with his mother had stirred something he wasn’t ready to face.

Bakugo turned over in bed, quickly wiping away the tears and burying his face in the pillow. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, fighting against the pain that seemed embedded in his chest.

— I’m not weak… I’m not… — he whispered to himself, like a mantra, trying to convince himself that he still had control, that he was still the same as always.

He closed his eyes, wishing for sleep to take over, for the pain and frustration to evaporate with the morning. But, for now, the pillow was the only witness to the weight of his emotions. He knew that, the next day, he would get up and face it all again. But, for now, he just wanted the pain to dissipate, for the tears to stop falling. Even if only for a moment.

With a final sigh, he gave in to the exhaustion, allowing himself to rest at last. Tomorrow would be a new day, and he would refuse to remember these tears. Tomorrow, he would rise stronger, more determined, and nothing—not even what he felt—would keep him from moving forward.

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Bakugo woke up late the next morning, which was unacceptable to him. With a frustrated grunt, he dragged himself out of bed, still feeling weak and lethargic. The suppressants were enough to dull some of the intensity, but they did nothing for the exhaustion that seemed to cling to him. He rushed through his morning routine, just wanting to leave that dorm that now felt more like a prison than anything else.

As he descended to the common area, he took a deep breath as the elevator doors opened. But as soon as he stepped into the room, a tense silence filled the space. He felt the weight of everyone’s stares on him, and his eyes narrowed, anger rising once more.

“Great. Everyone decided today’s the day to get in my way,” he thought, gritting his teeth as he made his way to the main door. He was determined to skip breakfast; he didn’t need anyone, least of all a crowd of extras asking him pointless questions.

Before he could take a third step, Kirishima and Sero appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

— Bakubro! — Kirishima exclaimed, his tone concerned. — Are you alright, man?

— How are you feeling now, dude? — Sero cut in, his eyes sincere as he scanned Bakugo’s face.

Bakugo scoffed, irritated, and took a step back, only to realize that more people were approaching, forming a circle of worried and curious gazes around him. Rage bubbled up, spilling out before he could contain it.

— You’re all a bunch of idiots! — he snapped, his tone sharp and venomous. — I don’t need you. I don’t care about your questions, or your concern. Get out of my way!

He gave Sero a light shove and, with a furious glare at Kirishima, pushed past the crowd that had gathered, asking how he was. He stormed through the door, ignoring the murmurs behind him, and the fresh air outside hit his face. He exhaled in frustration, but the feeling of relief was short-lived.

After a few steps, his gaze caught a familiar figure at the entrance. Midoriya was standing there, and Katsuki froze for a moment as he saw his face, eyes swollen and red, clearly marked by tears. It looked like Deku had been crying all night.

Deku stepped forward, an expression of regret on his face, and before Bakugo could even react, he knelt down, bowing his head. Katsuki looked at him, surprised and a bit irritated, but it was Deku’s voice, trembling, that disarmed him.

— K-Kacchan… — Deku started, his voice broken, almost failing. — I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what happened. I… I really couldn’t… control it. I never wanted this to happen to you, truly. I’m so, so sorry…

He swallowed hard and continued before Katsuki could say anything, his words rushing out breathlessly, as if he needed to explain everything at once.

— I… I’ve thought a lot, ever since that day, about what happened, about what I did, and… I know it’s my fault. I should’ve controlled myself, should’ve been stronger, should’ve been… well, better. I always try to be someone you can trust, someone you respect, but… I failed. And honestly, I don’t know if I can forgive myself for that, Kacchan. I know you’re strong, that you’d never let something like this affect you, but… even so, I know I caused something that can’t be erased…

— Deku… — Bakugo growled through clenched teeth.

He lifted his head, his eyes glistening with tears he was trying to hold back, his nose running as he sniffled.

— …I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I… I just needed to tell you that… I’m really sorry. I wish I had done things differently, but I couldn’t. I failed you, and it eats away at me every day. I know you don’t want to hear this, that maybe you’ll never forgive me, but… please, let me try. Let me try to make things right, even if it’s something small. I… I need to know that, somehow, I can still do something for you! I’d do anything, Kacchan. anything!

He lowered his head again, his voice quieter. 

— … andI know it may sound… maybe even pathetic, but… it’s just that… you’ve always been someone I look up—

— DEKU, SHUT THE HELL UP! — Bakugo roared, taking a step back from him.

Izuku flinched, still sobbing as he remained there, kneeling, with his head lowered, completely exposed, expecting nothing but rejection. His position exposed his neck to the blond, a gesture of submission. Bakugo stared at him, incredulous, clenching his fists by his sides.

He was angry, but seeing the idiot show submission to him triggered something primal inside. Waves of energy ran through his body, giving him an inexplicable feeling of power.

— Apologies? You think that’s going to fix everything? — he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. — You think an apology will change the fact that you made me like this? I’m an omega now, because of you, Deku!

He felt each word like a punch, each one loaded with the weight of his frustration and disgust. Deku lifted his head, looking up at him with furrowed brows, his face still streaked with tears and snot.

— I… I know I can’t change what happened, but I swear I… I never wanted you to suffer like this, Kacchan! If I could go back… — Deku’s voice broke, and he clenched his fists, tears welling up in his eyes again.

Bakugo was about to shout again, but then something happened. An unmistakable scent hit him, a fresh and enveloping smell that seemed to hang in the air, invading his senses. He knew immediately what it was: Deku’s pheromones. It was like the freshness of freshly cut grass with a strong, irresistible undertone of musk and cedar.

It was like Deku’s signature—something that surrounded him and refused to let go. He could smell it as a presence that attracted and challenged him at the same time, an inescapable force.

Something inside him reacted, as if that smell was the most irresistible thing he’d ever sensed. As much as he hated to admit it, his body responded viscerally, an uncontrollable attraction that made his stomach tighten, his skin tingle.

His omega side seemed to beg him to stay there, next to his—no, the alpha, near that scent that made the world around him disappear. He gritted his teeth, trying to resist, but felt his own body leaning forward, instinctively drawn to Deku.

— What the hell is this, Deku? — he whispered, his voice full of anger and confusion. His body was in conflict; his mind wanted to pull away, wanted to reject the bond that seemed to be forming, but his instinct said otherwise. — You did this to me, and now… now I have to deal with this damn instinct?

Deku looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and something else, something Bakugo knew he couldn’t face at that moment. He wanted to pull away, but the heat of Deku’s presence seemed to hold him there, trapped, even though he hated every second of it.

He took a step back, fighting to push down the desire taking over him, but Deku’s scent surrounded him so completely that he felt unable to fight against what his own body was craving. He took a deep breath, gathering the last spark of control he had, and clenched his fists.

— Stay away from me, Deku. I don’t want anything from you — he growled, trying to move away, but his own voice betrayed the hesitation he felt. — You did this to me.

With one last look of contempt, he turned and walked away, feeling the internal struggle as he distanced himself from the alpha that his omega side had chosen. The distance he put between them was both a relief and a torment, and he knew that inner conflict would follow him from now on, a constant battle between what he wanted and what he needed.

Classes and training that day were pure hell. Every movement felt like a monumental effort; his muscles ached, and his whole body felt heavier than ever. He knew his friends noticed how worn out he was, and their concerned looks only served to irritate him more. When someone tried to offer help, Bakugo exploded, snarling at them to leave him alone and stop acting like he was some kind of invalid.

Deep down, he felt a growing hatred for himself. He, Katsuki Bakugo, the strongest kid in the class, reduced to this? It was like the world was laughing in his face, mocking the weakness that now defined his daily life. Every ache, every heavy breath was a constant reminder of his new condition, and he could barely endure the wounded pride that burned inside him. A damn omega. The word sounded like a curse.

As he left the training room, he saw Deku across the way. Those green eyes met his, and for a second, Katsuki felt that piercing gaze, as if the alpha wanted to say something, but nothing was said. Deku did absolutely nothing. He just stood there, staring.

It irritated Bakugo in a way he couldn’t explain. A part of him—the part he hated—whined and whispered: alpha doesn’t care about us! Alpha doesn’t want us!

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of rejection building in his chest, a feeling that made him hate himself even more.

— Screw this! — he grumbled, stomping out of the arena, slamming the door behind him as a wave of frustration washed over him.

Later, back in the dorm, Katsuki threw himself on the bed, his body still aching and his pride more wounded than ever. The exhaustion was unbearable, but he knew he couldn’t sleep, not with the resentment boiling inside him. Begrudgingly, he grabbed the damn booklet Recovery Girl had given him. He had avoided looking at it, but now, alone and frustrated, he decided to give it a look.

Flipping through the pages quickly, he ignored the general information about omegas and went straight to the section on “male omegas.” The page had a big title and an illustration of a boy surrounded by question marks. He frowned, finding it all ridiculous.

As he read, the details filled him with a mixture of discomfort and fury. The text talked about the differences in male omega bodies, how hormonal changes made them more sensitive, how their bodies reacted to alpha pheromones, and the changes in their own bodies as they matured. He ran his finger over the words, his brows furrowing in disgust. Each line felt like a personal insult, an attempt to turn him into something he never wanted to be.

The only good part he read was that only the first heat, the presentation one, was painful and distressing.

— This is ridiculous — he muttered to himself, tossing the booklet aside and staring at the ceiling.

But, even against his will, the information started to spin in his mind. The intensity of Deku’s gaze during training came back to him, the way his body, even under the suppressants, reacted to that shitty nerd’s scent. A strange and painful sensation filled him every time Deku ignored his presence. It was as if the alpha had the power to destroy his pride with mere indifference.

Alpha doesn’t care about us , he heard a voice whisper in his mind, that omega side he hated, but which was becoming more and more present. He clenched his fists, trying to ignore it, but the image of Deku kneeling, apologizing, came back to his mind, followed by that musk scent that still seemed to hang in the air around him, even after hours.

He sat up, his tired muscles still complaining, and looked at the booklet once more. The word “destined” appeared there, talking about omegas who felt an irresistible attraction to alphas with whom they shared an instinctive bond. A bond that, according to the booklet, the body recognized even before the mind.

— Damn it! — he shouted, throwing the booklet to the other side of the room as if trying to rid himself of it. He hated what was happening, hated how Deku could affect him in ways no one else ever had.

Bakugo lay back down, but his body refused to relax. He had showered, scrubbed himself until his skin was red, but somehow, that damn Deku scent seemed to have seeped under his skin, clinging like an irritating shadow. It was as if the nerd’s pheromones were as stubborn as he was, refusing to leave Katsuki alone.

He felt his body warming up, a heat spreading through each muscle, making him tense and uncomfortable. It didn’t make sense. His heat was over; he shouldn’t be reacting like this. Unless… He swallowed hard, feeling a surge of anger. Unless his body was responding to Deku’s pheromones.

The idea made him bite his tongue in frustration, irritated with his own vulnerability. If that was the case, then his body was out of control. He turned onto his side, trying to ignore the wave of heat threatening to overwhelm him. He tried to calm himself, forcing his eyes to close, but it seemed impossible. The tension and discomfort only grew, a pressure tightening in his chest, keeping him awake.

Every time he shifted, Deku’s scent seemed to hover around him, stirring something he didn’t want to acknowledge. It was as if the very aroma clung to him, messing with his mind and body. Bakugo felt a mix of rage and shame as he realized the effect it had on him, a sensation that was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

The tension in his body grew, morphing into a warmth below his stomach that he hated to admit. It was a growing need, a desire that made him shift uncomfortably in bed, seeking a position that would bring him relief. He took a deep breath, trying to contain the arousal that seemed to invade every fiber of his being, worsening each time that damn scent lingered in his thoughts.

— This is bullshit! — he whispered angrily, clenching his fists against the mattress.

His rational side fought against what he was feeling, trying to argue that it was just the suppressants not being strong enough. But his omega instincts knew the truth, knew that his body was calling for something more, for someone else. And, as much as he wanted to resist, the idea that his body was responding to Deku’s pheromones only frustrated him further.

Then he started to feel something wet in his black boxers. His eyes widened, and he trembled slightly. No way. Since he’d gone through his omega presentation, Bakugo had simply ignored what had formed between his legs. But now, it was as if that part of him were calling out.

Biting his lower lip, he slowly brought one hand down between his legs, where he felt the damp fabric of his underwear. Or rather, soaked.

— Son of a bitch… — he cursed softly.

Is that it, then? His body could experience pleasure and urgency even outside of a heat? Ridiculous!

He tried to continue ignoring the sensation spreading through his body, but it soon became impossible. He felt something throb, but in a way that sent butterflies through his stomach. Maybe, if he just touched a little… just enough…

Biting the lips, tentatively, Bakugo reached down to his little cocklet, hoping for some relief. However, the sensation was underwhelming, and he quickly realized that his true source of pleasure lay elsewhere. With a deep breath, he shifted his hand lower and brushed his fingers against the newly formed cunt between his legs. A wave of intense pleasure washed over him, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

He started to explore his new anatomy, Bakugo became more comfortable with the sensations, and his touches grew more confident. His fingers traced the delicate folds, teasing and caressing until he could no longer resist the urge to penetrate himself. Slowly and carefully, he pushed a finger inside, marveling at the wet tight warmth that greeted him.

Bakugo's breathing grew heavier and he shivered as he continued to pleasure himself, his hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. Despite his usual brash nature, he was gentle with himself, savoring each new sensation and revelation about his body. As he neared the edge of orgasm, his cocklet began to twitch and leak a clear, slick fluid that only heightened his pleasure, and he couldn’t hold back his moans anymore.

With a final, deep thrust of his finger, Katsuki tipped over the edge, his body shaking with the force of his climax. A rush of heat spread through him as his pussy clenched around his only one finger, and his cocklet spurted a thick, creamy fluid onto his stomach. Bakugo gasped and panted, his body trembling with the intensity of his first self-induced orgasm.

In the aftermath, Katsuki lay there, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The scent of Deku's pheromones still lingered in the air, but now it was mixed with the musky aroma of his own release. He felt a sense of wonder at his newfound abilities. The experience had been intense and eye-opening, leaving Bakugo a little curious about himself and his new body.

With a satisfied sigh, Bakugo cleaned himself up and lay back on his bed. This was merely the fucking beginning but he embraced it with the same fiery determination he'd shown on the battlefield.

As sleep eventually claimed him, Katsuki drifted off into dreams filled with Deku's pheromones and the throbbing warmth between his legs.

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Over the months, life at U.A. finally started returning to normal. The class seemed more stable, each student adjusting to their secondary gender and learning to manage the instincts that had once seemed like a constant torment. The alphas had learned to control their presence, and the omegas had mastered their pheromones in a way that avoided any friction.

But for Bakugo, nothing was truly resolved. Since the day Deku had knelt before him, showing a submission that had left him stunned, the two hadn’t exchanged so much as a glance, let alone a word. Bakugo avoided him at every opportunity, staying on the opposite side of the room, or taking alternate routes around campus, all to avoid any chance encounter with the idiot alpha.

Still, there was something in Deku’s silence that bothered him deeply, something that made him feel restless and… irritated. His omega side was unsettled, depressed, and he hated himself for it. But no matter how much he tried to push those feelings away, they returned with a vengeance, like a wound that refused to heal. There was an emptiness there, something he tried to ignore but which seemed to grow with each day that passed without any contact.

What frustrated him the most was Deku’s reaction. The damn nerd hadn’t reached out, hadn’t tried anything. There hadn’t even been an attempt at communication. That made him feel… rejected, a feeling he detested and which filled him with rage. He tried to ignore the discomfort, repeating to himself that it didn’t matter, that he didn’t need the attention of an alpha, least of all Deku’s. But what infuriated him most was knowing that, deep down, he had hoped Deku would do something, anything, to try and make up for what had happened.

His omega side whined silently, seeking a comfort he refused to acknowledge. As much as he tried to ignore it, there was something in him that longed for that presence, that wanted Deku to at least try to understand what he was feeling.

But he was Katsuki Bakugo, and he wouldn’t give in to those damn instincts! Every day, he fought against his own body, and the instincts betrayed him, reminding him of the invisible mark that linked him to the alpha. He forced himself to train even harder, to fight with even more intensity, all to smother that sense of vulnerability. If Deku wasn’t seeking him out, fine, he would use that as motivation.

And yet, no matter how much he repeated this, there was a subtle sadness that nestled in his chest, something he tried to suppress. It was the kind of feeling he hated, one that made him feel weak, like a needy, pathetic omega.

For now, he would keep moving forward, staying strong and determined. But he knew that Deku’s shadow would always be there, a silent ghost he would carry with him, even as he tried to distance himself from all it represented.

Over time, Bakugo noticed that, as much as he resisted, fighting against it all was only wearing him down. He hated to admit it, but he would continue to walk his own path, adapting to the instincts in his own way: by ignoring everything and focusing on being the best.

Of course, accepting and adjusting didn’t mean he’d given up. On the contrary, Bakugo threw himself into everything he did with brutal intensity. He was determined to be number one, even as an omega. He needed to prove that to everyone. Every fiber of his being was molded to win, and even if his omega instincts irritated him at times, they were something he used to propel himself even further.

The result? He’d secured second place in the class. He hated it more than anything, but, for now, it was acceptable. He ranked above that damn Half-and-Half — something he made sure to remind Todoroki of at every opportunity. But… of course, there was still one person he hadn’t been able to surpass.

— Damn nerd… — he snarled to himself, punching the heavy bag during training, as if Deku’s image were right there in front of him, taunting him as always.

It was humiliating, infuriating, and exhausting. Even though he had adjusted to the instincts, he couldn’t ignore Deku’s presence. The nerd was always there, always ahead, like a shadow he couldn’t erase. Seeing Deku in the lead, while he remained in second, was a wound that never healed. Katsuki felt his blood boil every time he crossed paths with the damn alpha. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed he would never reach the point where he could fully break away from Deku. Even now, with the nerd in first place, second place for Bakugo was nothing more than a constant taunt, a reminder that he hadn’t yet reached the top.

On top of everything, it seemed like the entire world kissed up to the nerd. Of course, Deku was a dominant alpha, so people seemed to worship him for it. Katsuki watched the way Deku executed every task with an irritating ease, almost effortlessly, while he himself had to fight against the limitations and challenges imposed by his own body.

Over time, he understood the reason. Dominant alphas, as the name implies, were exaggerated versions of regular alphas. They were bigger, their pheromones suffocating in intensity, and their instincts were more aggressive and possessive. But in Deku’s case, it seemed like the nerd ignored all these traits. He was still the same friendly idiot, always smiling at everyone as if he weren’t a damn dominant alpha.

On the other hand, being a dominant omega was a different story. If Deku seemed oblivious to his own condition, Bakugo quickly learned that his came with its own complications. Dominant omegas had heightened sensitivity. His entire system seemed finely tuned to the extreme: he felt everything more intensely, and his more delicate appearance was part of the package. At the same time, they had deeper, more primal instincts. The explosive blond learned over time that he struggled more with certain things, that his heats were longer and more intense, but he used that as fuel to drive himself. If life was set on making the path harder, he’d simply charge forward with even more force.

Another “interesting” aspect was that dominant omegas had pheromones that were irresistible, even to betas. Moreover, books explained that dominant omegas had a higher tendency to enter a feral state. It wasn’t without strategic advantages. In any case, he’d already learned to control his own pheromones with extreme ease, a skill he’d mastered to avoid any situation that might make him feel vulnerable.

In general, dominant omegas were avoided by both alphas and betas, as they were seen as unstable, not that Bakugo gave a damn about that.

Still, every time he sensed Deku’s presence, the alpha’s pheromones surrounded him subtly, like a constant provocation. But Katsuki would never give in, would never allow it to weaken him. He would use every ounce of energy to fight, to move forward, and, one day, to stop caring entirely about what it meant to be the dominant omega of an alpha like that.

If the nerd wanted to be the great hero, so be it. But he, Katsuki Bakugo, would do it on his own terms. He’d face every challenge with the instincts of a wolf and the unbreakable determination of someone who would never accept defeat.

Time passed, and then came the war. The battle against the League of Villains and the chaos that spread across the country left deep scars, not only on the cities but on everyone who fought. Bakugo and his classmates saw hell up close, facing threats they had never imagined, and the entire world seemed on the verge of collapse. But amid the chaos, Deku stood out like no one else.

Deku carried One for All as if it were an extension of himself. He fought with overwhelming strength, as if he were destined to save the world. Every punch, every move he made echoed across the battlefield, and even the most powerful villains trembled before him. To the public, he became a symbol of hope, a true hero. Someone society idolized. The greatest hero ever seen, they said.

Katsuki watched it all with a mix of frustration and… something he didn’t want to admit. As much as he hated it, part of him felt connected to Deku, as if his very body twisted with the desire to be close, to fight by his side. But he’d never give in to that.

— It’s like he’s a drug… — Bakugo muttered in moments of solitude, his eyes fixed on an empty spot as hatred and desire mingled.

Even after everything, even after the wounds of the war, he refused to get close to Deku. He saw the nerd receiving recognition, applause, attention—and it made his blood boil. His omega side, that part within him that felt drawn to Deku, cried out silently, longing for attention. It was an annoying voice, a constant presence that whispered to him every night, a desperate plea for him to approach Deku. But Katsuki ignored it, smothering that instinct like a flame he refused to let burn.

Yet, no matter how much he tried to deny it, the bond was there, a force he felt but would never admit. Deku was the alpha his body recognized as “his,” which only made things worse. Bakugo hated the feeling that bubbled inside him, hated every sleepless night, and, even worse, those nights spent touching himself while smelling clothes he’d stolen from the green-haired hero.

It was a horrible feeling, and shame consumed him every time he did it. Still, it was impossible to hold back; his body moved on its own.

It all began when his first real heat arrived. Normal omegas usually experienced heats monthly, which lasted around 4 to 7 days. But those damn dominant omegas—in his case—had heats every three months, which might have seemed manageable if they didn’t last 15 to 20 days!

The whole “heat” issue was a new discovery for him as well. Bakugo woke up that day with an irritating sense of fatigue, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. It wasn’t normal. He always woke up full of energy, ready to kick the ass of anyone stupid enough to cross his path. But that day, he felt his body heavier, and, to make things worse, his stomach growled as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Damn… am I getting sick?” he thought, irritated, as he dragged himself to the kitchen. He felt an absurd hunger, an insatiable need to eat something. Usually, he was practical about breakfast—something quick and straightforward, and then he’d head off to training. But this time, he found himself preparing more food than usual.

When he got to the kitchen, he realized no one else was around yet, which was perfect. He didn’t need any witnesses as he devoured a veritable feast. He loaded his plate generously with eggs, bacon, toast, fruit… everything he could find. Before he knew it, he had piled up a plate of food that, on any other day, would have made him nauseous just to look at.

But right now, the hunger was so intense that he didn’t care. He sat down and started eating, ignoring the strangeness of the situation. The following days were exactly the same. He woke up, and all he could think about was food. He had an insatiable hunger, as if his body demanded every possible calorie.

His classmates started to notice. First, it was Round Cheeks, who stared at him with wide eyes as he devoured his third plate of food during dinner.

— U-uh, Bakugo, you’re… eating more than usual, aren’t you? — she asked, her voice hesitant.

He rolled his eyes, annoyed by the comment.

— What’s the problem, Round Cheeks? Never seen someone eat before? — he growled, shooting her a piercing glare. — If you can’t keep up, that’s your problem. I’m just eating like I always do.

She just nodded, not wanting to argue, but he could see her expression of confusion, as if something wasn’t right. She clearly didn’t buy his excuse, but he didn’t care.

As the days passed, the situation only got worse. His body felt heavier, and to make things worse, the hunger grew. He was annoyed by how his muscles seemed more swollen, his arms a bit bulkier. At any other time, he’d have seen this as a victory, but now it felt like a transformation he didn’t understand and, frankly, it made him uncomfortable. However, he refused to stop. His body was clearly demanding energy, and if he was hungry, it meant he needed it, right? Simple as that.

Even Kirishima noticed. During one of their training sessions, the redhead approached him with a half-skeptical smile.

— Hey, Bakubro! You’ve been training a lot, huh? But… it looks like you’re, uh, putting on some weight too — he commented, with a careful tone.

— So what? — Bakugo snapped, turning to him with an irritated look. — Is that a problem for you? You think I don’t know what I’m doing?

— No, no! — Kirishima replied quickly, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. — I just thought… well, you’ve been eating a lot. Like, a lot, man. We’re just a bit worried…

The blond looked past the redhead and saw Kaminari and Sero nervously waving, a bit unsure. Katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms, refusing to admit anything.

— I do whatever I want, Shitty Hair. And if I want to eat more, I’ll eat more. Maybe you should increase your intake too, ever thought of that?

Kirishima laughed, a bit awkwardly, but he knew when not to press. Bakugo himself ignored the obvious signs that something was changing, refused to recognize the signals his body was sending. But if he’d paid attention during those damn omega classes, he might have understood what was happening. He just refused to accept anything that implied weakness, anything that reminded him he was an omega.

Over time, he noticed his clothes were fitting a bit tighter, and it annoyed him. But he refused to give in. He kept eating as if his appetite was something he could control, even when it was obvious that something else was influencing him. He had ignored the pre-heat signs purely out of stubbornness, refusing to admit that his body was preparing for what was coming.

But the truth was inescapable. Every calorie, every meal, was an instinctual adjustment for the heat period approaching, something he couldn’t avoid, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. He felt irritable, took it out on his classmates for any comment, and still didn’t fully understand why his body was storing energy, why he felt so different.

Even if he just drank water, he felt like his body was storing a bit of that too, which was ridiculous! He didn’t need that!

One Saturday morning, he tore through another pair of pants, cursing under his breath. They simply didn’t fit anymore! Sitting on the bed nearby, Kaminari watched the scene, already somewhat used to his friend’s outbursts. He grimaced, observing the growing pile of ripped and unusable clothes Bakugo had accumulated over the past few days.

— This is ridiculous! — he grumbled, glaring at himself in the mirror. — I haven’t even done anything different! Haven’t gained that much weight either! Dammit!

— Dude, just accept it! You need to buy new clothes — Kaminari said, crossing his arms, his expression a bit exasperated. — This is going to happen to you every three months. You need to have some bigger clothes ready! You can’t keep tearing through everything all the time.

The blond shot him a death glare.

— And since when do I want advice from you, Dunce Face? — he growled, his patience thin. — I don’t need bigger clothes. This is just a stupid phase! I’ll be back to normal before you know it.

Kaminari shrugged, but it was obvious he wasn’t buying his friend’s excuse.

— Look, I know you hate to admit it, but… this is your body getting ready for heat. I go through it too, though I don’t put on as much weight… — Kaminari said hesitantly. When he noticed sparks crackling from Bakugo’s hands, he cleared his throat nervously, holding his hands up in a calming gesture. — Ahem! But, you know, the clothes, the extra weight… it’s all normal for us, you know? You’ve got to accept that your body’s storing energy for what’s coming. And honestly, it’s better to be prepared.

Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes with irritation as he tossed the torn pants aside and headed for the closet to grab another pair. The idea of needing to buy larger clothes infuriated him. It was like a physical confirmation of all the changes his body insisted on going through, and the last thing he needed was more reminders. Every piece of clothing that tore was a reminder of what he preferred to ignore. Why did he need all this energy anyway? He was strong enough as it was!

— I don’t need anything, Dunce Face! — he retorted, his voice sharp. — If you want to give in to this crap, fine, but I’m staying the same. This is just… temporary.

Kaminari sighed but, determined, continued.

— It may be temporary, but it’s going to happen to you every three months! It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know? Everyone here is adjusting in one way or another. And you’re not going to be the only exception. Look, I split my wardrobe into normal clothes and pre-heat clothes. The pre-heat ones are a bit bigger, with super comfortable fabrics, you know? There are even specialized stores for this stuff, Bakubro! Why not give it a chance?

Katsuki crossed his arms and ignored Kaminari’s words, returning to rummaging through his drawers until he found one of the last pairs of pants that still seemed to fit. He pulled them on with determination, determined to prove that his body was still the same as always. But as he tried to pull the fabric over his thighs, he felt the pants tighten painfully. He forced the button, angrily, but with a loud pop, the seam split, leaving the fabric hanging uselessly.

— DAMMIT! — Bakugo yelled, his face turning red with rage and embarrassment.

Kaminari jumped, clearly surprised, but he quickly let out a laugh. 

— See? — he said, trying to sound encouraging and not laugh. — That’s your body trying to tell you something, man! And honestly, you’re going to save more money in the long run if you just buy some bigger clothes. It’s not a weakness thing, it’s a practicality thing, you know?

Katsuki shot him a death glare, which made Kaminari raise his hands defensively once again.

— Come on, Dunce Face, who are you to lecture me about my own body? — he growled, still gripping the torn fabric. — I’m going to get through this; I don’t need bigger clothes. I’ve never needed any of this before, and I sure as hell don’t need it now. It’s just a stupid phase. I’ll be back to normal soon enough.

Kaminari shook his head, still with a sympathetic smile.

— Bro, I know you think you can fight this. And I respect that, I really do. But let’s be realistic: one pair of pants after another is turning into history here, man. You don’t have to make this a personal battle. We’re all dealing with it in some way, okay? No one here is saying you’re weak or giving in. I’m just suggesting that maybe accepting some things is easier than trying to fight all of them.

Bakugo took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he tried to control his anger. He knew that, in part, Kaminari was right, but he wouldn’t admit that, not even under torture.

— Maybe one day. But I don’t need you telling me what to do — he replied, his tone lower, the irritation evident. — If I decide to buy those clothes, it’ll be on my terms. And if you open that mouth again, I swear I’ll make you eat your words.

Kaminari gave him a friendly smile, nodding.

— Alright, alright. I just wanted to help. But seriously, if you need anything, I’m here. No judgment, I promise.

Bakugo turned away, still holding what was left of the destroyed pants, feeling the weight of frustration growing with each passing second. As he looked at the pile of ripped, useless clothes accumulating in the corner of the room, he felt the irritation simmering under his skin. He took a deep breath, huffing, determined to find a solution that didn’t involve giving in to these changes.

He took a hesitant step toward the mirror, knowing he needed to confront what his body was becoming. As he looked at his reflection, he let out another sigh, this time heavy with pure frustration. His eyes scanned over his own body, analyzing every change, every damn curve and bulk he hated to admit.

His arms, which had always been strong and defined, were now thicker, with a slight softness that he knew wasn’t muscle. “Damn it,” he thought, squeezing his arm as if trying to crush what wasn’t supposed to be there. And then his thighs—they were a real joke. Thick enough that they brushed against each other when he walked, only reminding him that his body was adjusting to something he didn’t want to face.

Bakugo’s gaze dropped to his hips, which now had small bits of fat on the sides, awkwardly framing the edges of his underwear. The waistband was visibly tight, pressing into his skin and reminding him that even these clothes wouldn’t fit much longer. He clenched his teeth, resentful. Even his abdomen, which had always been firm and muscular, now had a soft, slightly rounded layer covering what he used to show off proudly.

But it was his chest that made him look away in anger. “This is ridiculous,” he thought, observing how each pec was now a bit swollen, pudgy, soft—characteristics he’d never tolerate in himself. He stared at them with deep disgust, fighting the urge to punch the mirror. And, as if that weren’t enough, even his face had changed, looking rounder than usual. He didn’t know if it was from all the calories he’d been consuming or from the damn hormones his body insisted on releasing, but whatever it was, it was driving him insane.

The reflection seemed to laugh at him, silently mocking what he had become. He wasn’t the alpha he’d always imagined himself to be, nor the hero with defined muscles and a powerful presence. Instead, he saw someone he barely recognized, someone trapped in a body that insisted on challenging him more with each passing day. He clenched his fists, feeling the anger simmer.

— What the hell is this…? — he murmured, glaring at his own image, his tone full of disdain. This wasn’t him. He didn’t want to be like this. And he hated the fact that nothing he did seemed to change it.

Even though his body was going through these changes, he refused to accept that they dictated who he was. Somehow, he would find a way to fight back, to regain control over his own body and over these damn reactions that wouldn’t leave him alone.

And if he had to adapt, he’d do it on his own terms, without anyone reminding him of it. After all, he was Katsuki Bakugo, dammit, and even if his own body insisted on rebelling, he was still in control—or, at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

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— Katsuki was sitting in the common room, arms crossed, wearing his damn new clothes that clung to his body in an irritating way. Not that they were too tight; in fact, they were loose enough for him to move freely, but he hated the idea of wearing something that was so clearly designed for his “condition” as a dominant omega.

Beside him, Kaminari was talking to Kirishima, laughing and chattering as usual, as if the world were full of rainbows and annoying happiness. The explosive blond rolled his eyes, remembering what had brought him to this situation. He didn’t have a choice anymore; after blowing through practically half of his wardrobe, he’d had to swallow his pride and buy new clothes. It was a necessity, something anyone would do when their own clothes decided to turn into a joke.

The trouble started when Dunce Face noticed him leaving. Barely had he crossed the door when that walking sunbeam was following him, insisting on tagging along. Sure, he’d initially said “no” in every way possible, but the idiot insisted so much that, in the end, Bakugo just ignored him as he followed along. And honestly, it was probably for the best that Kaminari came, even though he’d never admit it. If it had been up to him, Katsuki would have lost his patience from the get-go.

As soon as they entered the first store, his stomach turned. It felt like everything in there was screaming, “I’m here to humiliate you.” Every rack, every hanger. That’s when the real battle began. Who the hell designed these clothes for omegas? A group of stylists with their heads in the clouds? He held up shirt after shirt, glaring at each one with more contempt than the last.

— Damn it, isn’t there anything here that isn’t baby pink, full of ribbons, and… is this lace?! — he growled, waving a delicate blouse in front of Kaminari like it was some kind of abomination.

Kaminari laughed out loud, which only irritated Bakugo even more.

— Dude, chill! This is just the front section; there are some more neutral options in the back. I swear they have some darker colors — Kaminari replied, still smiling.

Katsuki huffed, rolling his eyes as he shoved the lace blouse back on the rack. He headed to the back of the store with Kaminari, trying to ignore the damned smile on his face. What he found back there was a little better—at least there was no lace or flashy colors. But the selection was still pitiful.

— Seriously, is this a real store or a masquerade in disguise? — Bakugo muttered, picking up a black t-shirt that, thankfully, seemed decent. But as he unfolded it, he noticed the fit was too tight in the chest and back, as if it were meant to highlight curves he had no intention of showing off.

He shot a look at Kaminari, who just shrugged, as if to say, “You’ll get used to it.”

After digging through rack after rack, he finally found some clothes that didn’t look like they’d stepped out of a fashion nightmare. There were a few neutral t-shirts and some comfortable pants that, surprisingly, didn’t look too feminine. When he’d finished choosing, he carried his finds to the checkout, scowling. He could feel his wounded pride dripping onto the floor.

Now, back on the couch, he glanced around at the other students, wondering if anyone would dare comment on his new look. If they did, he was ready to explode at the first person who opened their mouth.

He was wearing a basic black t-shirt that he’d found by some miracle, but it clung a bit to his curves. And then there were the pants—a ridiculous, fluffy fabric in baby lilac, and, as much as Bakugo hated to admit it, they were the most comfortable clothes he’d ever worn.

Kaminari, still smiling, turned to him, his eyes gleaming.

— So, you like the clothes? They actually look pretty good on you — he commented, trying to be encouraging.

Bakugo turned away, visibly disgusted.

— Do me a favor, Dunce Face, and shut up before I lose my patience. These clothes are better than the crap up front, but I’d rather be wearing my usual pants.

Kirishima, on the other side, chuckled, giving Katsuki a friendly look.

— Hey, at least you found something that fits, right? And, honestly, they do look pretty good. If you need more company for this kind of thing, we’re here, Bakubro.

Bakugo looked at him, and for a moment, he almost smiled, but he held back.

— Sure, sure. One of these days, I’ll bring you two along to help pick out more lace and ruffles, why not? — he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. — I only wore these because they were the best I could find, end of story. One more stupid comment, and I’ll make you try them on for me.

Kaminari and Kirishima laughed, but they kept quiet after that. They knew the blond wasn’t completely comfortable, and despite the jokes, they respected the adjustments he was going through. The important thing was that, in the end, Bakugo now had some clothes that fit, even if begrudgingly, and what he’d never admit was that, secretly, he felt relieved to be wearing something that finally fit him.

Bakugo slumped a little further into the couch, trying to ignore Kaminari and Kirishima’s conversation, when the door to the common room opened, revealing a noisy group of omegas. Uraraka, Kyoka, and a few other students walked in, laughing and chatting, surrounding none other than the damn nerd himself—Deku.

Katsuki’s brow furrowed when he saw Deku, and his already sour mood grew even darker. It seemed that, since the last time he’d seen him, the nerd had grown. He was a little taller and, much to his irritation, more muscular.

Deku radiate confidence and presence. Surrounded by other omegas, he moved with ease, laughing and exchanging friendly words with each of them. He seemed to be in his element, and the worst part was that he didn’t appear the least bit affected by the attention. Bakugo began to feel a growing irritation as he watched the scene.

Something inside him started to burn, and he bit his tongue to hold back a growl. Why was Deku surrounded by omegas? Who did that damn nerd think he was?

Go over there and tear those other omegas away from him! Rip their necks! He’s our alpha! insisted his inner omega.

It was then that Deku’s eyes landed on him. Katsuki noticed a brief hesitation in the nerd’s gaze, as if he were a bit unsure of something, before he finally approached. With each step Deku took toward him, Bakugo felt his irritation subside just a bit, but along with it, something else began to bother him: the scent.

A subtle yet unmistakable scent filled the air around him. It was a mixture of fresh grass, musk, and cedar, a fragrance that seemed to float and envelop everything nearby, and Bakugo hated how his body responded to it. He clenched his fists, fighting against the feeling that the omega within him was reacting in an unbearable way, excited, as if it were… happy to have Deku’s attention.

Deku stopped just a few steps away, and the gentle, almost shy smile he gave only increased Bakugo’s irritation.

— Hey, Kacchan — Deku said, his voice calm, but there was something different there. — I… are you okay? We haven’t really seen each other in a while.

Katsuki scoffed, tightening his crossed arms defensively.

— I’m great. As always. Unlike some people who go around showing off — he replied, his tone sharp, though he felt his face heat up as he realized that damn scent from Deku was growing stronger. The omega inside him was practically jumping for joy, as if celebrating, and he hated every second of it.

Deku moved closer, and Katsuki felt his own heart speed up. He tried to maintain his composure, but it was hard with that scent surrounding him. It was like he was trapped in a field of irresistible pheromones.

— I just… — Deku seemed to hesitate, his green eyes shining as he watched him. — You seem different, Kacchan. I kept wondering if you were alright. If you need anything, you know I’m here, right?

Deku’s tone was gentle, but there was something in his eyes that Bakugo couldn’t quite identify. The blond felt a wave of nervousness mix with the disgust he felt at being so affected by Deku’s presence.

Meanwhile, his inner omega wouldn’t shut up. Alpha cares about us! Alpha worries! Good alpha!

He pressed his lips together, trying to keep control over the whirlwind of his emotions and instincts as he stood up from the couch.

— I don’t need anything from you, Deku — he growled, attempting to walk away, but the scent seemed to follow him, as if taunting him. — Besides, you’re far from being helpful.

Deku’s eyes softened, and he leaned a bit closer, encroaching on Bakugo’s space. The movement made the scent around him intensify, and the blond felt a tingling spread across his skin, his body reacting in a way he couldn’t control. He felt his inner omega practically purring, delighted with the attention the alpha was giving him. “Damn him,” he thought, fighting against his own desires.

Now that the alpha was closer, Bakugo noticed, with a clear sense of being punched in the gut, that the damn nerd was actually taller than him. What irritated him most was the ease with which Deku could invade his space without being attacked. Katsuki simply couldn’t react the way he wanted to.

— You know, Kacchan, I worry about you — Deku murmured, his voice low, close to a whisper. — No matter how much you don’t want to admit it, we’ve always looked out for each other. And… I just wanted you to know that, even if you push me away, I’ll be here. I’ll wait for you…

The blond felt his face heat up, and his heart beat even faster. He didn’t want to hear any of that, didn’t want to feel this connection his body seemed to crave. He took a step back, looking away.

— I don’t need your pity, Deku — he replied, his voice lower, trying to keep it firm. — And if you’re here to give me a lecture, you’d better leave before I blow you up.

Deku stayed where he was but gave him an understanding smile, as if he knew exactly what Bakugo was feeling. The blond glared at him, full of anger and frustration, but his inner omega was practically celebrating, relishing in the alpha’s presence.

Finally, Deku took a step back, respecting his space.

— Alright, Kacchan. I won’t push anything. — The damn nerd’s gaze drifted slowly over the omega’s body, making Katsuki shiver. — You look… really good. Well, I’ll see you around. — He gave a slight wave and moved away, returning to the other omegas, leaving Bakugo alone with his inner omega bouncing with excitement.

Katsuki stood frozen for a moment, still absorbing Deku’s last words. “Really good?” He felt a warmth creep up his face, and the irritation morphed into something he preferred not to name. That damn nerd had looked him over from head to toe, like… like he really meant it.

— Tch, damn nerd — he muttered, but his voice came out weaker than he’d intended.

Deku’s scent still lingered in the air around him, as if refusing to fade. With each breath, he could smell the fresh grass, mixed with musk and cedar, clinging to his skin. And the worst part? His damn inner omega seemed to be buzzing more and more, happy. It was as if his whole body were savoring the moment of attention the alpha had given him, regardless of what his mind wanted.

“Good,” he repeated mentally, his face heating up again. Since when did he need compliments? And from an alpha, of all people? What kind of joke was this? Damn hormones.

— Hey, man, are you alright? — Kaminari asked, looking at him from the couch with a confused expression.

Bakugo growled, quickly looking away, not wanting anyone to notice how much that had affected him.

— Like it’s any of your business, Dunce Face — he snapped, trying to recover his aggressive tone. — Just leave me alone.

— Hey, Bakugo, seriously, are you okay? — he asked, genuinely concerned, still seated next to Kaminari on the couch.

Katsuki closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, then took a step away from both of them.

— Both of you, just leave me alone. I don’t need anyone’s attention — he replied, his tone full of frustration. — Besides, I’ve got better things to do than sit here listening to you.

Without another word, he left the room, his fists clenched at his sides. What irritated him the most was the memory of that look Deku had given him—soft, direct, as if he were seeing something no one else did. And what he’d said… good. It was like the word echoed stubbornly, refusing to disappear from his mind.

That same night, Katsuki found himself in the middle of his nest, lying and wrapped up in a tangle of blankets and pillows. He’d barely realized how much his body had pushed him to create this space, carefully arranging each piece of fabric, adding more and more soft layers around him. The idea of a nest was ridiculous enough for him, but now, as he curled up among the pillows and blankets, he couldn’t deny how comfortable it was.

What bothered him most, though, were the pieces of clothing he’d gathered, one in particular—a dark green hoodie he’d taken without a second thought. Deku’s scent was all over the fabric. He hated how that aroma filled the room, as if it were intentionally forcing its presence into every corner. Yet, at the same time, the omega inside him seemed to calm down, as if the scent were a kind of comfort.

His body burned, sweating, and he twisted on the bed, unable to find a position to ease the wave of heat surrounding him. Every inch of his skin felt hypersensitive, pulsing in response to the warmth growing inside him. The heat came in waves, each one stronger than the last, leaving him breathless, his heart pounding with a desperate rhythm.

With quick movements, the blond rid himself of his clothes, the slick, sticky fluid soaking the blankets around him.

— Damn it… this is ridiculous — he murmured, his voice coming out hoarse. 

He pressed himself against the pillows, feeling his body at war. His pride kept him from giving in to what he knew his body wanted, but the heat was inescapable, consuming every part of him. Bakugo buried his face in Deku’s hoodie, inhaling that scent that seemed to pulse along with him, Deku’s pheromones filling his lungs and relieving some of the tension, though only enough to increase his need.

Damn it, he thought, clenching the hoodie in his fists. Why did this have to happen to me?

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to take a deep breath, but it was useless. Every breath seemed to bring more of that damn scent, and the omega inside him was vibrating, purring at the presence of the alpha—even if it was just the scent surrounding him. He hated how it seemed to control him, how it made him feel so vulnerable.

— Damn it, Deku… this is your fault — he whispered, his voice breaking.

He sank into the nest, clutching the hoodie to himself, trying to control his breathing, but he felt his body pulsing, anxious, begging for something more. And even as he refused to give in, he knew that battle would keep him company through the night, an endless struggle between what he wanted and what his body demanded.

Using one of his pillows, he positioned it between his legs and began to push his waist back and forth, desperately searching for fiction. But, of course, it wouldn't be enough.

Bakugo couldn't concentrate. The scent of Izu—no, Deku, his—no! The alpha he desired clung to his clothes, filling the dorm room with a musky aroma that had his body responding all on its own. His omega's hormones were raging, unable to ignore the warm ache between his legs anymore, his wet puffy pussy throbbing with need. 

In a desperate attempt to relieve himself, Bakugo grabbed his small cocklet. It was hardly impressive, but it served its purpose. He remembered the way Izuku's eyes lingered on him, the way he called Katsuki “beautiful”, in his own way. That was enough to make fire ignite within Bakugo's loins, making the need for release even more pressing.

Panting softly, Bakugo laid back on his bed, his chubby belly rising and falling with each breath, his pudgy nipples were hard little peaks. Spreading his legs wide to reveal the pussy that lay beneath. Fuck, he just wanted Izuku’s strong hands on his curves, his thick cock filling him up. But for now, he'd have to make do with what he had.

Katsuki circled his fingers around his entrance, shuddering at the sensation. He dipped one finger in, moaning at the tight heat that greeted him. Slowly, he pumped his finger in and out, curling it to hit that special spot inside him. His other hand came up to pinch and tug at a nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

— Fuck, Izuku… — Bakugo panted, lost in his fantasy. In his mind, it was Izuku's fingers inside him, stretching him open. He imagined his alpha's tongue laving over his plump clit, making him see stars. — More, aahn… p-please... I need more...

Desperate for relief, Bakugo added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch himself wider. He spread his thick thighs wider, giving himself better access. Katsuki could feel his orgasm building, his walls fluttering around his fingers. He rubbed tight circles over his clit, imagining it was Izuku's thumb pressing down on the sensitive nub. 

— I'm gonna cum, — he gasped, his hips bucking up into his hand. — Fuck, a-alpha!

Katsuki's pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers as his orgasm crashed over him. Wave after wave of intense pleasure radiated through his body, making him shudder and gasp. His skin was slick with sweat, his heart pounding in his chest.

As the aftershocks subsided, Bakugo slowly withdrew his fingers from his sensitive hole. He brought them to his lips, tasting himself with a moan. He tasted like caramel with a hint of vanilla, and his arousal only served to reignite the fire in his veins.

In his mind, Katsuki pictured Izuku pinning him down on the bed, all of the alpha's lean, muscular body pressing him into the mattress. He imagined Izuku's lips on his neck, his sharp alpha’s teeth grazing Katsuki's sensitive pheromone glands. The alpha's hands would roam over Katsuki's soft curves, squeezing and kneading his chubby belly and thighs.

Katsuki's small cocklet twitched valiantly between his legs, already starting to harden again. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking slowly from base to tip. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, easing the way for his fingers.

— Want you… mnhnn… a-ah, i-inside me, alpha ngh… — Bakugo panted, his hips rocking into his hand. — Want to feel that, nghn, big alpha cock… ahn… s-splitting me op-open… fucking me deep… mnhnn… and… a-and hard until I can't walk straight aahn…

He brought his other hand back between his legs, pressing two fingers against his pussy. The entrance was still slick and loose from his previous orgasm, eagerly accepting the digits. Katsuki began to thrust them in and out, setting a fast, rough pace.

— Ahn! Y-yes, fuck mn, AH! Just like that, — he moaned, lost in his fantasy. — Pound me… mnnnh… with that thick cock ahn, aahn, knot me, fill me up with… nhg… y-you… AH! Your cum! Breed this needy omega pussy.

Bakugo could feel another climax building. Katsuki's moans grew louder and more desperate as he worked his fingers faster, plunging them deep into his greedy hole. The wet, obscene sounds of his masturbation filled the dorm room, mingling with his ragged breathing.

Unable to resist, Katsuki's free hand slid up his soft belly to cup one of his pudgy little breasts. He squeezed the supple flesh, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. The added stimulation made him gasp and arch his back, pressing his chest into his touch.

— Ahnn fuck, a-alpha, — Katsuki whimpered, pinching and tugging at his sensitive nipple. — Bet y-you'd… mnnn… love these tits, wouldn't you? Ahn, haah… love sucking on them while you fuck me senseless.

Katsuki's imagination ran wild as he pictured Izuku's head dipping down to capture a nipple between his lips. The alpha would suck hard, his tongue swirling around the bud, sending sparks of pleasure straight to Katsukii's core. Meanwhile, Izuku's hips would piston in and out, his thick cock spreading Katsuki wide open.

Lost in the vivid fantasy, Bakugo increased the pace of his fingers, fucking himself with wild abandon.

With a silent scream, Katsuki's pussy clamped down on his fingers as his second orgasm ripped through him. His cocklet jerked and pulsed, spurting more of a thick, creamy fluid onto his chubby stomach, while his cunt was pulsing and squeezing fingers. Katsuki's whole body shook with the force of his release, his vision going white.

As the waves of pleasure gradually subsided, Bakugo slumped back against the bed, chest heaving. He slowly withdrew his fingers from his twitching hole, bringing them to his mouth once again. Katsuki cleaned them thoroughly, savoring the taste of his own essence.

Katsuki's heartbeat slowly returned to normal, and he lay in the afterglow of his masturbation session. His chubby body was flushed with heat and exertion, sweat glistening on his skin. Feeling adventurous, Bakugo began to explore his own body, running his fingers over his soft curves. He cupped his breasts, feeling their gentle weight. The nipples were sensitive and hard.

Next, Katsuki dragged his hand down his belly to massage his pussy. It was still slick from his orgasms. He couldn't help but wonder how Izuku would react to his chubby pre-heat body, his softness contrasting sharply with the alpha's hard muscles.

Bakugo's fingertips strayed lower, tracing the line of hair that led to his cum-smeared cocklet. He gave it a playful tug, feeling the tender flesh twitch in response. A smile tugged at his lips, the image of Izuku dominating him, taking what he wanted from Katsuki's willing body, remaining vivid in his mind.

For now, all Bakugo could do was continue to fantasize, imagining what it'd be like to have the alpha's hot, thick knot buried deep within his needy wet cunt. He knew it'd feel like pure heaven, but for now, he was content to enjoy the afterglow of his self-indulgence, already looking forward to the next heat wave.

The heat days had dragged on, both intense and slow. Each day felt like an eternity, but now that they had passed, Bakugo could look back with a bittersweet feeling. He’d survived. His body, as much as he hated to admit it, had made it through without him having to fully give in. And, in the end, he’d realized something that left him relieved: the extra weight he’d hated so much was gone. He felt in control again, strong, and back on top.

— At least there’s one good thing about this damn process — he murmured to himself, tasting the bitter pride mixed with the sweet relief of being back in control.

With that, the first year finally came to an end. He looked around at the empty hallways of U.A., knowing he’d have a few months of peace. No Deku’s watchful eyes on him, no damn scent trying to provoke him at every step. It would be a much-needed break, a chance to rebuild the walls around his pride and forget anything the heat had brought to the surface.

But as he was packing his clothes into his bag, something made him pause. He noticed that, among the shirts, there were some pieces that weren’t his—Deku’s pieces. Some were worn, others still carried that unmistakable scent. Bakugo clenched his fists, his face taking on a tense expression as the omega inside him stirred, pleased, at the familiar aroma.

“Precaution,” he thought, trying to justify it to himself. “Just as a precaution.”

He tossed Deku’s clothes to the bottom of his bag and zipped it up firmly.

With his bag packed and one last glance at the dorm, he left, determined to leave everything behind. He’d spend the next few months away, without Deku, without pheromones, and without heat. Just him and his willpower, enough to erase any trace of vulnerability.

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When the second year started, Bakugo felt the impact of his secondary gender—literally. Before presenting, he had always imagined that, by his second year, he’d be a tall, imposing alpha, someone who made others avert their gaze out of fear and respect. He saw himself as a symbol of strength, someone others would have to approach cautiously. But reality had been cruel, and the changes that had come with time showed just how different things really were.

Bakugo had stopped growing. He’d ended up at 5'6", which, while not exactly short, was far from what he’d hoped for as a dominant alpha. The fact that he was an omega only added to his frustration. He knew that, for an omega, it was a reasonable height, but it didn’t make him feel any better. Even worse were the physical changes his body had gone through—changes he never would have chosen.

Now, his body had curves he never imagined he’d have. Thick, firm thighs, attention-grabbing glutes, and a slender waist that he’d only seen on female omegas. Even though his physique was still in great shape, trained to the extreme, it was undeniable that his body had changed. And it made him angrier than ever.

No matter how much he trained, his arms didn’t have the bulk he wanted. His biceps, however defined, weren’t as muscular as those of other alphas or even some of the betas in his class, and that realization infuriated him. He spent hours in the gym, lifting the heaviest weights he could, pushing his body to its limit, but the results weren’t what he wanted. It was as if his body were determined to remind him, every second, that he was an omega.

What bothered him the most, though, was his chest. Up until last year, he’d had a flat, defined chest, exactly what he expected from someone who trained as much as he did. But over time, he noticed that hormonal changes had created small bumps there. Small omega pecs that, though almost unnoticeable, he felt as a constant annoyance. He knew that probably no one else noticed, but to him, they were always there, a reminder of everything he hated about his condition.

— Damn it… — he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror, running his hand over the swelling on his chest, his face twisted in a mix of anger and disgust.

His face had changed, too, with finer, more delicate features, softer lines.

It was as if every change was there just to taunt him, to challenge the pride he still tried to keep intact. The touch of his hands on his skin only made him more aware of what he’d lost and what he now carried. He hated the feeling, hated the fact that his body was changing in ways that appealed to damn alphas, as if it were molding itself to attract their attention.

He traced his fingers over his waist and hips, feeling the pronounced curve, and feeling how soft and sensitive his skin was. No matter how much he trained, no matter how much he fought his own body, it seemed he was cursed to have a look he despised. He knew the looks he got. He knew that others noticed the curves, the thighs, the hips. And he knew what it meant. His omega side annoyed him, making him feel like he was being shaped to fit what society expected of an omega. Something he would never accept.

But despite it all, he would never let it affect his performance, not even his own body would dictate what he was capable of doing. So he would continue training, running faster, lifting more, pushing himself further. He wouldn’t let these damn changes define him. As hard as it was, he made it a point to show the world that, omega or not, he was still the strongest.

He watched his reflection in the mirror with a hard, almost defiant look. They might see him as an omega with curves, but he knew that beneath that exterior, there was a strength no one else possessed. And if the world wanted him to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he’d do it his way.

Bakugo put on his uniform, which he’d purposely chosen to be looser so that the unwanted curves would be less noticeable, along with his choker, which he no longer even bothered to take off. He hated it when he caught other people’s furtive glances, when he noticed them analyzing his body. It only served to remind him of what had changed, what he was trying to ignore. But now, ready and determined, he gave one last look in the mirror and walked away. Every fiber of his being seemed an affront to the image he wanted to project, but he wouldn’t let it define him.

With an irritated sigh, he left the dorm room, slamming the door shut. As he walked down the hallway, his frustration bubbled up, but he forced himself to stay calm, channeling his anger into his training for the day. After all, that’s what kept him centered: training, fighting, pushing himself. He’d give it his all, as always, and no one would see him as anything but what he truly was.

As he reached the elevator, he saw Dunce Face standing there, waiting for him. Kaminari smiled as he saw him, that slightly idiotic smile that Bakugo found unbearable.

— Bakugo! Dude, how are you? — Kaminari asked, his face lit up with enthusiasm.

As an omega, Kaminari had gone through his own changes too. His body had curves now, but what irritated Katsuki the most was that Kaminari’s curves weren’t as pronounced as his. Probably because Bakugo was a damn dominant omega, but at least he was a bit taller than Kaminari.

The explosive blond let out a grunt, narrowing his eyes at his friend. He was in no mood for chit-chat, especially coming from someone who knew too much about him, someone who was aware of the parts he struggled to hide.

— How am I? I’m fine, Dunce Face, until you showed up and started annoying me first thing in the morning.

Kaminari gave a nervous laugh, scratching his head.

— Oh, it’s just… you know, I was worried about you, and…

— Worried? — Bakugo interrupted, crossing his arms. — I’m exactly where I’ve always been, doing what I’ve always done, while you’re here, trying to be my damn therapist.

Kaminari took a step back, still smiling. Dunce Face had clung to him ever since Bakugo presented, and no matter what he did, Kaminari never left his side. Even during the break, the other omega kept in touch, and they’d even hung out a few times—at Kaminari’s insistence, of course.

Bakugo hated to admit it, but somehow, it comforted and calmed him.

When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Katsuki and Kaminari stepped out and headed to the common area. Without another word, they both walked to the kitchen. The explosive blond could feel his impatience growing, but he managed to keep it in check, focusing on ignoring anything that might irritate him this early.

Upon entering the kitchen, they found Cheeks and Four Eyes. The female omega was practically the same as last year, but, of course, the alpha had grown as if he’d been on steroids.

Damn him.

Bakugo continued to observe the two. The girl was blushing, laughing brightly as she talked to the nerd with glasses. The alpha had a smile on his face, clearly enjoying her attention, and Bakugo couldn’t help but scoff, rolling his eyes. Typical.

— Look at that — he muttered in disdain to Kaminari. — A perfect example of omegas with zero self-control.

Cheeks didn’t even seem to notice their presence, continuing her conversation and laughing at whatever the other was saying, without a hint of shame at being so obviously smitten with the alpha. Just looking at it irritated Katsuki. The idea of an omega letting themselves be led by those instincts so openly disgusted him.

To him, there was a huge difference between being an omega and acting like one. Instincts were a part of him that he’d learned to control, to use as a weapon, not a weakness. Seeing someone like Cheeks giving in, smiling with sparkling eyes at any alpha who showed interest, only reinforced how much he refused to be associated with that kind of behavior.

Kaminari, noticing Bakugo’s displeasure, just chuckled lightly.

— Aw, come on, Bakubro, relax. Uraraka-chan’s just having fun. Not everyone wants to be alone like you, you know? Sometimes, it’s nice to let go.

Katsuki shot his friend a sharp look, as if he wanted to burn him right then and there.

— I’m not alone because I need someone, Dunce Face. I’m alone because I choose to be. The difference between me and them is I’m not going to throw myself at any alpha that comes along — he growled, crossing his arms. — I’m not one of those omegas that needs attention or protection. What they’re doing is pathetic.

Kaminari shrugged, serving himself a glass of juice, but he didn’t argue. Bakugo turned away, still casting a look of disdain toward Cheeks and Four Eyes. In his mind, it was a waste. He couldn’t understand how anyone could be so weak, so willing to let instincts take over without an ounce of control. That kind of behavior was what made others see omegas as fragile, as dependent creatures. He’d never allow himself to fall into that trap.

Never.

The blond was about to take a bite of the toast he’d prepared when a familiar, addictive scent hit his nose. The smell of freshly cut grass, with that refreshing sensation and the deep note of musk and cedar that both irritated and attracted him, filled the air around him. Before he could contain his reaction, he turned his head instinctively toward the kitchen door.

There he was. The damn nerd.

Since the break had started, Katsuki hadn’t seen Deku, so he couldn’t help but feel a small shock when he noticed the changes in him. Deku had grown—and not just a little. He was enormous now. The blond found himself staring, and, to his dismay, had to raise his chin slightly to look at his face, even from a distance.

Deku’s shoulders were broad, strong, and well-defined, an imposing presence that seemed to fill the entire space. The muscular arms stood out, stretching the thin fabric of the simple white t-shirt he was wearing, and Katsuki could see the muscles moving smoothly as he walked. Deku’s physique exuded raw power and strength, something that deeply irritated Bakugo. It was as if the very air around him had changed, now heavy with an intensity and presence that couldn’t be ignored.

Exactly what he’d once hoped to be.

But it wasn’t just the body. Deku’s face had matured as well, with more defined and firm lines. The angular jaw seemed sculpted by hand, and the prominent Adam’s apple added an even more masculine tone to that image of an alpha. It was strange, almost unsettling, to see how the nerd had transformed. He was no longer the boy with the childish smile and wide eyes. Now, he was a man, with a presence that Bakugo could barely ignore.

But he still had his traits, like the messy green hair, the adorable nose, the big, bright green eyes covered by a thick layer of lashes, and the freckles scattered like constellations all over the hot body his alpha…

Katsuki bit his tongue.

Deku noticed his gaze and gave a slight smile, as if he knew exactly the impact his presence had. He entered the kitchen, the smell of freshly cut grass mixed with something more intense, something that made Bakugo’s body react involuntarily. An uncomfortable tension crept up his spine along with a familiar fluttering feeling in his stomach.

“Damn alpha…” Katsuki thought, feeling his heart race with irritation. He hated the fact that Deku’s presence affected him like this, in such an uncontrollable, involuntary way. It was as if his own instincts were betraying him, forcing him to react in a way he despised. All he wanted was to keep a cool head, but Deku’s scent, combined with the sight of that imposing body, made it so much harder.

— Ohayo, Kacchan! — Deku greeted him, his voice deeper than before, something that only added to Bakugo’s discomfort. There was an annoying calmness in his tone, a familiarity that made the omega want to snap back, just on instinct.

Katsuki scoffed, looking away with a low growl.

— Who gave you permission to talk to me, nerd? — he muttered, trying to sound indifferent. But the way his voice faltered slightly betrayed him, and he hated it even more.

Deku just smiled, stepping closer to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and Bakugo could feel his scent intensify. It was unbearable. His pheromones made Bakugo’s body respond automatically. His inner omega was practically begging for attention from that alpha, even while he made a point of resisting.

He gripped his toast harder, his gaze fixed on the plate in front of him, trying to block out every reaction Deku’s scent and presence evoked. He wouldn’t let him notice the effect he was causing. Even though heat was rising to his face and irritating him deeply, Katsuki refused to give in.

Deku moved closer to Uraraka and Iida, his deep voice filling the space as the blond stayed still, as if trying to blend into his chair. He couldn’t decide what was worse: Deku’s overwhelming presence or the fact that his own body seemed to be having such a primitive, treacherous reaction.

As Deku chatted with the others, Katsuki felt each heartbeat like an irritating drum, echoing in his chest and making him even more aware of the discomfort. The air seemed thicker with each second, Deku’s presence was like a weight he couldn’t ignore, and it left him in a vulnerable position that he despised. The irritation, the anger, and… something else. Something he refused to name, but that bothered him deeply.

He hated Deku for being the center of attention, for moving with that irritating confidence that seemed to challenge him at every second. There was a naturalness to the way he occupied the space around him, as if it were his place, as if there was nothing to fear. And that calm provoked him, challenged his pride. After all, Bakugo had always been the center, always the focus, and seeing Deku there, with such a mature and assured posture, felt like a direct affront to his own strength.

And as he struggled with these feelings, he felt a discomfort growing. It was his omega side, a part of him he worked hard to ignore, to suppress. But now, that part was there, drawing his attention, whispering in his mind.

Why didn’t our alpha look at us? he heard an inner voice whisper, irritating and unsettling. Alpha should notice us. Do something! Go to him!

Bakugo clenched his fists, fighting against the treacherous impulse rising in his chest. A part of him was begging for attention, his own body betraying everything he stood for. He could feel his omega instincts whining, demanding that Deku notice him, look at him, say something just for him. And it made him squirm inside. There was nothing he hated more than this feeling of vulnerability, of need that his body seemed determined to manifest.

“I don’t need him,” he thought, angrily, his face twisting with disgust. “ I don’t need anyone’s damn attention, especially not from that idiot nerd.”

But as much as he repeated this to himself, he couldn’t ignore the persistent feeling, the unease that consumed him and made him want, against his will, to stand up and call Deku’s name, to do anything to make the alpha realize he was there.

With every laugh Deku exchanged with the others, every glance he threw at Cheeks, Katsuki felt a growing pang of frustration and anger. He took a deep breath, trying to concentrate, but the tension in his body didn’t ease. Deku’s scent of freshly cut grass surrounded him, blending into the air, and he realized that part of what bothered him was exactly what attracted him.

Trying to control his expression, Bakugo forced himself to focus on his breakfast again. He would refuse to give in. He wouldn’t let the alpha see any weakness. His pride was all he had, and even if he had to fight his own body to stay firm, he would.

“Damn this stupid instinct,” he thought, looking down, his jaw clenched.

He would ignore it, suppress any desire that arose, and continue to act like the warrior he’d always been. He wouldn’t lower himself for anything, and no one—not even the most irritating alpha in the world—would break that determination.

And as Deku continued his conversation as if nothing were happening, Katsuki knew that this fight was his alone. He would never let anyone dictate what he needed or wanted. The world could try to push him into the role of a submissive, needy omega, but he would resist to the end, even if he had to fight every treacherous impulse his body insisted on throwing at him.

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Bakugo strode out of the training arena with firm steps, his body still buzzing with the adrenaline of the intense fight he’d just had against that damn Half-and-Half. Every muscle vibrated, reminding him of the strength he possessed, of the control he’d gained over his own body. Facing Todoroki wasn’t easy; the bastard had power, and his annoying ability to switch between fire and ice made things challenging. But, in the end, Bakugo had held his own, even as an omega fighting an alpha. “What were those idiots thinking, making such a stupid rule about separating alphas from omegas? Hah! As if that could stop me.”

Fights between alphas and omegas were prohibited for “safety reasons,” and Bakugo scoffed in irritation just thinking about it. He hated the fact that others thought he needed protection, as if he were made of glass. He wasn’t the type to bow down to idiotic regulations. Since the beginning of the second year, he had pushed Aizawa to the limit to allow him to face alphas in fights. In the end, the teacher had given in, allowing the blond to fight—as long as he was supervised, of course. And with every training session, he proved that he was more than capable of handling whatever came his way.

Bakugo felt a satisfied smile form on his face as he ran his hands through his sweaty hair, pushing it back. He hadn’t just fought Todoroki; he’d shown just how ridiculous the idea of limiting omegas to “safer” training was. Since when did he need special treatment? He is Katsuki fuckin' Bakugo, the second-best in the class! If he wasn’t fighting to be the best, then what was the point of being there?

Sweat dripped down his forehead, his breathing a bit faster. He could feel every muscle burning, a sign that his effort hadn’t been in vain. Nothing satisfied him more than feeling his body burning from all the training, especially after smashing that damn Icy Hot’s face in.

Beside him, that irritating Dunce Face was chattering non-stop. The blond shot irritated glances at him as they made their way to the locker room. As always, Kaminari was drowning in a flood of words.

— …and man, did you see how Kiri totally crushed Iida? — Kaminari said, his face flushed and grinning from ear to ear. — Dude, he literally flattened him! Wow, Kiri’s always been strong, but he’s gotten even stronger this year, right? And… he’s grown a lot… and, you know, gotten more muscular, hehe… well, I mean, he is an alpha, after all…

Bakugo rolled his eyes, feeling his impatience grow with every word from the other. Dunce Face seemed fidgety, tugging at the hem of his sweaty shirt, his face as red as a tomato. Katsuki gritted his teeth, stopping in his tracks for a moment to turn toward him.

— Would you shut that damn mouth of yours? — he growled, his tone as sharp as a blade.

Kaminari swallowed hard, shrinking a little under Bakugo’s threatening glare, but he quickly recovered, giving a nervous smile.

— Ah, sorry, man — he replied, laughing sheepishly. — I was just… commenting, you know? Kiri really impressed me today, that’s all.

Bakugo scoffed and kept walking, his footsteps echoing in the metal corridor that led to the locker room. The place was a bit humid, the floor slightly slippery from the accumulated sweat of a day of training. The characteristic smell of adrenaline and effort hung in the air, mixed with the faint scent of cleaning products that tried, unsuccessfully, to mask the heavy atmosphere.

As they walked, Bakugo forced himself to ignore Kaminari’s constant chatter, who seemed to alternate between admiring Kirishima’s strength and babbling about irrelevant things, like the new hair hydration products he’d been trying. How does he talk so much? Bakugo thought, increasingly irritated. Even exhausted, Kaminari seemed to have enough energy for hours of idle chatter.

Finally, they arrived at the omega locker room, where Katsuki shoved the door open, the creak echoing through the empty space. The place was simple, with wooden benches in the center, rows of lockers around, and an entire wall of showers on the opposite side. He threw himself down on a bench, pulling off his sneakers with a harsh tug and tossing them aside. Kaminari followed him, still talking, but now in a lower tone, as if sensing he was at risk of a verbal explosion at any moment.

— I just wanted to say it’s really cool to see everyone getting stronger, you know? Everyone’s… changing… especially Kiri… — he finished, embarrassed, fiddling with his shirt.

Bakugo shot him a quick glance, noticing the blush on the other’s face, but he rolled his eyes. He yanked his shirt off, tossing it onto the bench beside him, and stood up, heading for the showers. He didn’t have the time or patience for Kaminari’s chatter about “change and growth.”

— If you’d shut up for a second, you might have some time to train — he grumbled sarcastically. — I don’t have time for your useless little talks, Dunce Face.

Katsuki had no tolerance for this sappy stuff, and all this talk about “change” only made him feel even more irritated with his own body. He did his best to ignore his new curves, which he found annoyingly delicate, and he tried his hardest to hide them. Once he finished stripping down, he wrapped himself in a white towel, bundled up like a sushi roll.

While he peeled off the last bits of clothing, he noticed Denki standing off to the side, staring at nothing, biting his lip like he was holding back something worse than a secret. Katsuki rolled his eyes again, thinking things couldn’t get any weirder, but just before turning toward the showers, something in Denki’s far-off look made him ask, almost without thinking:

— What is it, Dunce Face? — he grumbled, trying to distract himself.

— IHAVEACRUSHONKIRISHIMA!! — Kaminari’s mouth exploded, the words rushing out. His chest heaved with tension as he looked at Bakugo with wide eyes.

Katsuki’s eyes went wide, surprised by the sudden outburst, but his shock quickly turned into a smirk, followed by a mocking laugh he couldn’t hold back. He looked at Denki, who was now as red as a tomato, his chest rising and falling as if he’d just run a marathon.

— What the hell, Dunce Face! So, what do you want me to do with this useless information? You want love advice now, is that it?

Kaminari stood frozen, as if he couldn’t believe he had actually let that slip out. Katsuki just shook his head, still laughing internally at the ridiculous scene. He turned around and headed for the shower, muttering something about how everyone seemed to have forgotten the purpose of the Academy. Katsuki unwrapped his towel from around himself and turned on the water.

The water poured down heavily over him, his muscles relaxing after yet another exhausting workout. Steam filled the locker room, fogging up the area and muffling any outside noise. But even there, alone under the shower, Bakugo’s mind wouldn’t stop. He still couldn’t understand how everyone around him seemed so comfortable with all this talk about growth and feelings. Bakugo huffed, running a hand through his wet hair, feeling the hot water slide down his face. As if any of that would make them real heroes. What a joke.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed movement beside him. Denki stepped in, still with that embarrassed look, turning on the shower next to his. The guy hesitated, looking nervously down at the floor like he wanted to disappear.

— M-man… please… d-don’t tell anyone about this, okay? — he murmured, glancing at Bakugo with a low, almost pleading tone.

Bakugo rolled his eyes hard, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he replied.

— Me? Spill about your horrible taste? Why the hell would I do that, Dunce Face? — He gave a half-smirk. What was so embarrassing that Kaminari had to beg him to keep quiet? As if he’d waste his time talking about the guy’s pathetic love life.

Kaminari sighed, visibly relieved, letting out a shy smile.

— Thanks… — he whispered.

Silence returned, and the two stood there, each in his own corner, until they finished washing up. Bakugo wrapped a towel around the swell of his chest, already impatient to leave the locker room. But before they could even grab their clothes, the door opened, revealing three cheerful omegas: Momo, Uraraka, and Jirou. The three of them were laughing together, clearly pleased with their training, while they pulled off their dirty clothes.

Earphone Jack waved, giving them a smile, especially toward Kaminari.

— Hey, what’s up? — She started excitedly. — Denki, you totally crushed it in training today!

Kaminari immediately blushed, but it was obvious that the compliment inflated his ego. He beamed, his confidence temporarily restored.

— You think so? I really gave it my best!

Bakugo, watching the scene, could barely hold back an acidic remark. He never understood how Kaminari let himself get affected by things like this. To him, compliments only mattered if they came after an absolute victory, a victory where he crushed every competitor, proving he was the best. But there was Kaminari, glowing just because other omega said he “did well.” Pathetic.

Earphone Jack nodded, still smiling.

— Yeah! I even heard Kirishima talking about it with the other alphas…

And that was enough to make the idiot Kaminari burst into a small wave of electricity around him. The jolt shook the room for a second, the lights flickering, and Bakugo felt the mild shock hit his arm. It was enough to ignite his anger.

— Hey, you moron!! — he growled, stepping back as the towel slipped down from his small omega tits, dropping to the floor. Kaminari, however, seemed like he was in another world, as if his own stupidity had taken over his brain.

Dunce Face was so red he looked like he was about to explode any second. From his face to his neck, the idiot was drenched in color, with the dumbest grin Bakugo had ever seen.

— He actually said that?? — Kaminari repeated, his voice brimming with an enthusiasm that Bakugo would never understand. All that sparkle in his eyes, all for a random compliment from Shitty Hair.

— Did you even hear what I just said, you moron? — Bakugo glared at Kaminari, trying to ignore the faint buzzing of the electricity still sparking around him. — You wanna blow up the entire locker room just because Kirishima praised you? Go ahead, throw yourself at him already and get it over with!

But Dunce Face just looked at him with that goofy smile, still not grasping the weight of Bakugo’s words. Kaminari was in another world, one where no amount of Bakugo’s yelling would reach him. He was stuck on the idea that maybe, just maybe, the alpha he liked had actually noticed his effort. And for some reason, even with all his anger boiling, Bakugo almost understood him.

Almost.

Cheeks and Yaoyorozu stepped closer, each wrapped in a towel.

— Wow, Bakugo! You gotta tell me your diet, p-l-e-a-s-e. — She exaggerated each syllable, looking at him with an amused look.

Bakugo let out a low growl, about to explode, when he heard Uraraka’s high-pitched voice, her hands covering her mouth as she blushed visibly.

— Bakugo, what’s your secret? How do I get a body like yours? — Her voice was so high-pitched, it seemed to hit an ultrasonic frequency.

Jirou, who had been watching with a crooked smile, let out a stifled laugh.

— This guy’s got the body all of us would love to have… — Earphone Jack muttered, a hint of envy in her tone.

Katsuki looked down, noticing the towel was still on the ground. He ran an irritated hand over his flushed face, quickly picking up the towel and wrapping it back around himself, just below his armpits, with a sharp movement.

— You think this is some kind of joke? — he growled, tensely crossing his arms over his tits now covered by the towel.

The three of them stared at him, still laughing, as if he had just confirmed exactly what they wanted to hear. It was unbearable.

— Bakubro, not like that! They’re complimenting you! — Kaminari said, now finally alert, but still blushing as he placed a hand on the explosive blond’s shoulder.

Katsuki took a deep breath, trying to ignore the urge to blow something — or someone — up. He tasted blood as he bit the inside of his cheek hard. The steam-filled room, and the omegas’ constant chatter felt like needles pricking his ears. He wasn’t going to give in to whatever these idiots were expecting! Bakugo wasn’t going to lose his cool that easily. He was way better than that!

At that moment, Jirou called out to him, her eyes glinting with an idea he knew he wasn’t going to like.

— Hey, Bakugo. We’re having a sleepover in my room tonight... — she started, with that little smirk that always seemed reserved for some provocative comment.

— I don’t need any stupid omega gatherings — he shot back, his tone unmistakably sharp. — Why the hell would I bother with that?

Jirou rolled her eyes. Uraraka and Momo glanced at each other, and in unison, they started insisting.

— Oh, come on, Bakugo! — Uraraka pleaded, with that slightly shrill tone he hated. — It’ll be fun! You don’t have to be alone all the time!

— Yeah, and maybe you’ll even learn to relax a little — Momo added, with that look like she thought he needed to “emotionally grow,” a topic they all seemed obsessed with lately.

Katsuki looked at them with an expression somewhere between pure disdain and exasperation. As if they really thought he wanted to blend into some sleepover full of giggles and shallow talk. Before they could say another word, he stepped away, grabbing his clothes quickly. He wasn’t about to waste any more time.

Katsuki dried off hastily, throwing the towel onto the bench, putting his choker back around his neck, and slipping on his black t-shirt with a skull on it, purposefully a bit oversized. He pulled on a pair of loose, gray sweatpants, sinking into the fabric’s comfort but still feeling like a ticking time bomb. He adjusted the shirt over his small omega tits with an irritated tug and turned, giving the omegas one last sharp look.

— I’ve got better things to do, — he said with disdain. With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the locker room quickly.

As he exited, the cooler air of the hallway hit his face, easing his simmering irritation a bit. Without looking back, Katsuki moved forward, leaving behind the giggles and voices of the omegas. He didn’t need sleepovers or “cute” moments to be the best. And, in fact, the idea of sitting in a circle talking about feelings was so ridiculous he didn’t even consider it. He is Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive hero, the second-best in his class, and that kind of nonsense wasn’t going to help him crush villains or, soon enough, be number one.

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Katsuki looked down at the plate in front of him, the food nearly untouched. The sound of the common kitchen around him was a constant hum of laughter and conversation. Pans clinked, voices overlapped, and all of it formed a chaos he normally detested. But tonight, the noise served to drown out the silent discomfort he was trying to ignore. He took some of the scrambled eggs with his chopsticks, mixing it into the rice as if he were fighting something. A banana rested beside the plate, solitary and waiting to be eaten. He didn’t even know why he’d grabbed it, but the habit of a balanced meal spoke louder than the irritation in his chest.

The idiotic conversation from earlier still pounded in his head, along with the growing annoyance. He’d made it perfectly clear he didn’t care about that ridiculous sleepover, but for some reason, the image of them all together, probably laughing and sharing stories, kept flashing through his mind. He shook his head, trying to push the thought away. It was pointless. He wasn’t like them — he didn’t need that kind of stupid distraction.

As he chewed with force, Kaminari approached with that hesitant smile, the typical Dunce Face getting ready to strike up a conversation. Katsuki didn’t even bother to look up. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the plate, emanating an aura that practically screamed: Don’t you dare open your mouth. And, to his surprise, it worked. Kaminari hesitated for a moment, as if he were trying to summon some hidden courage, but he ended up retreating and moving back to the table where the omegas were already gathered.

Katsuki caught a glimpse of Denki sitting down with them, the sound of giggles soon filling the space, and he felt momentarily relieved. Finally, he’d gotten what he always wanted — space. Silence. He was alone. No one was bothering him, no one was trying to get him to open up or ask what he was thinking. But as he chewed the rice, letting the salty taste dissolve in his mouth, he felt something heavy inside, a hollowness he couldn’t explain.

He gripped the chopsticks, frustrated with himself. “What the hell, Bakugo! What’s happening to you?” Stupid thoughts began to form, about how, maybe, he liked the presence of others more than he’d ever admit.

“I’m better than this,” he thought. He didn’t need distractions. He didn’t need Kaminari’s useless chatter to feel okay. And he certainly didn’t need a sleepover to connect with anyone. He’s Katsuki Bakugo, dammit! The first omega who’s going to be number one — not some needy omega who craved others' approval to feel like he belonged.

As these thoughts spun in his head, he glanced over at the omegas at the opposite table. They were laughing at something Kaminari said, and he could see the huge smile on Denki’s face. No matter how hard he tried to look away, he couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling that he was watching for too long.

He finished the eggs with one last aggressive jab of his chopsticks and, without even touching the banana, shoved the plate to the side. Even with the silence he’d wanted so badly, that weight in his chest lingered, stubbornly challenging him to admit what he refused to see.

Before he could even stand up, that damned, irresistible scent of freshly cut grass hit his nose. Bakugo scowled, feeling his blood boil — that scent could only mean one thing. Instinctively, his eyes shot to the door, and there he was. Deku entered the kitchen with that relaxed walk, the scent of alpha pheromones spreading through the room.

He wore an old, worn-out white t-shirt and black shorts. Katsuki was sure the shirt was old because it looked too small on the alpha, especially around the sleeves, which clung to his muscular biceps in a way that was irritatingly — maybe even dangerously — sexy, making the omega seethe with rage… and maybe something else.

Meanwhile, the omega inside him was practically vibrating with excitement.

Alpha is so big! Alpha strong, good alpha to protect!

Bakugo clenched his teeth and tightened his fists in his lap. He glanced around the kitchen, trying to distract himself. The fluorescent light reflected off the stainless steel countertops, and the smell of food in the air mixed with that damn nerd’s aroma. The dorm kitchen was spacious and well-equipped, but at that moment, all he could see were the irritating details surrounding him.

Deku approached Iida and Todoroki, who were stirring things in a few pans at the counter in front of him. Both seemed occupied preparing their own meals, but they immediately gave Deku their attention as he came over. The damn nerd already looked a bit taller and more muscular than the other alphas. How was it possible Deku kept growing??

The three stood there, fairly close to Bakugo, and he tried to ignore them, but his keen hearing picked up every word. After all, he was a damn curious bastard.

Deku began to speak, and Bakugo could barely believe the enthusiasm in that nerd’s tone.

— …so, Fat Gum asked me to intern with him! — Deku said, with that damn sparkle in his too-green eyes. — I thought that was only for third-years, but he said he was impressed by what I did in the war.

Bakugo felt his irritation flare up like fire, burning in his chest. “The great and admired Deku,” he thought, bitterness seared into every word that simmered in his mind. But, to his own dismay, he felt a shiver run down his spine. No matter how much he wanted to hate him, his traitorous body responded differently.

Alpha or not, Deku was… strong. Damn, too strong.

Yes, alpha is strong! he heard his inner omega whisper in his mind.

— That’s amazing, Midoriya! — exclaimed Iida, excited. — It’s not every day a hero like Fat Gum asks a second-year to intern. He must see a lot of potential in you!

Deku laughed, a bit embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. Bakugo could almost feel the warmth of that laugh, each sound tugging at his insides in a way he hated. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore how Deku’s pheromones made the air thick, almost suffocating. It was as if that scent and that damn smile could seep under his skin, torturing him.

— Won’t that interfere with your studies? — Todoroki asked, casting a curious look at Deku.

— Oh, no! I’ve already talked to Aizawa about it! He’s making an exception. — Deku answered, full of certainty.

Bakugo huffed quietly, but no one noticed. He leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on his empty plate, still listening to the conversation, even though he hated that he couldn’t stop.

— Are you going to accept, Midoriya? — Todoroki asked, his eyes impassive.

Deku nodded, a smile forming on his lips.

— Probably, yeah. It’s a good opportunity, and I think I’ll learn a lot… and… well… I want to prepare so I can provide for my future omega.

“DAMN HIM!” Katsuki thought, biting the inside of his cheek so hard it bled a little. “The jerk is trying to get the attention of the other omegas!” And it became obvious by the way Deku raised his voice, as if trying to catch the attention of Kaminari’s table while talking about wanting to be able to provide for his future omega.

“Who does that bastard think he is? Just because he’s a dominant alpha, he thinks all omegas are at his feet? Thinks he can be with whoever he wants? Jerk!” Katsuki fumed, his mind exploding with thoughts.

Bakugo immediately felt his blood boil, his anger detonating like dynamite. He clenched his fists tighter in his lap, feeling small sparks burst against his palms. Katsuki didn’t understand why Deku’s statement bothered him so much, why it made his stomach churn and gave him the urge to cry. But it didn’t matter anyway, probably just another stupid delusion from his instincts.

The omega forced himself to focus on something else, anything else, but he couldn’t. He hated this. He hated how fate had tied him to an alpha like that. Someone so annoyingly good. It was as if the universe had done this just to mock him, to force him to confront everything he despised about himself.

Katsuki felt a surge of anger and humiliation bubbling up inside him. He needed to control himself, or soon the entire kitchen would be filled with the damn scent of his distressed omega pheromones, revealing exactly how he felt. “Shit,” he thought, trying to calm himself, forcing his breathing to slow. If Deku noticed, it would only make the situation worse.

— Hey, Kacchan, — Deku suddenly called, as if he’d only just noticed his presence there. Bakugo’s stomach twisted. — Do you want anything? We’re making a bit more rice here, if you’d like.

Katsuki turned his head, eyes blazing with the intensity of his anger and the disgust he felt. “Want rice? As if he would lower himself to accept anything from that nerd!”

— Yes.

Silence fell over the kitchen. For a moment, Bakugo didn’t understand what he had just said. Time seemed to freeze around him, as if someone had paused the world. “Shit. Did I really say that?”

He blinked, incredulous, feeling his face grow warm. That idiot Deku’s eyes went wide, his expression surprised. The alpha’s green eyes sparkled, reflecting a mixture of shock and… some other irritating emotion. Then, as if he’d received a response he hadn’t even expected, Deku smiled, that awkward, damn smile only he had.

Meanwhile, Bakugo’s damn, pathetic, wretched inner omega seemed pleased with what he’d done. Alpha will cook for us! an annoying voice echoed in his mind.

— Oh, really? I… I’ll make something! — Deku replied, looking so excited that he almost leaped towards the stove. He started gathering ingredients, and Bakugo noticed his hands were shaking a little. “Is he nervous?” he wondered, but immediately dismissed the thought. As if Deku would ever feel nervous around him, a mere omega.

“Confident bastard nerd.”

Todoroki and Iida exchanged a quick look, clearly picking up on the tension in the air. Without wasting time, they hurried to serve their meals, retreating with calculated discretion to the farthest table, where Kirishima, Sero, and a few betas were already sitting, laughing at some dumb joke.

As Deku began stirring the pots, Bakugo remained where he was, rooted in place, trying to understand why, in the name of all that was sacred, he’d agreed to this. His mind was racing, and he felt ridiculous. Here he was, waiting for Deku to cook for him, as if he were some kind of… of…

“No, no way. This was a mistake.”

He huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at the table as if it were to blame. Katsuki was tense, fighting the impulse to get out of there as quickly as possible. But, to his despair, something inside him refused to move. It was like he was trapped, as if his body refused to let him leave, even though nothing was holding him back, at least not physically. And meanwhile, his cursed inner omega was happily humming.

Deku glanced over his shoulder, a quick and hesitant look, as if checking to see if Bakugo was still there. He was. And he knew it.

— Kacchan, I… — Deku began, stirring the pot. — I… I know you probably find this weird, but I’m glad you accepted. I-I wanted… I wanted to make something for you, you know?

Heat flushed through the blonde’s body before he could stop it. On top of that, he felt that familiar flutter in his stomach and a faint throb between his legs. It was ridiculous and humiliating. And to make things worse, the nerd’s pheromones were radiating happiness and… possessiveness? “What the hell is that?” Bakugo thought, confused. But the scent seemed to calm him down more and more, leaving him relaxed, even in this shitty situation.

And of course, his inner omega wouldn’t shut up. Alpha likes us! Alpha wants us! He clenched his fists, as if he could force these feelings to disappear through sheer willpower.

— Since you think you're so badass, you could see if you can actually cook. — he lied outright, feeling his own voice betray his intentions.

Deku laughed, a soft, confident laugh that seemed to pierce through Bakugo’s armor, filling the air between them. Bakugo felt his jaw tighten, every muscle in his face rigid, as the alpha's scent grew stronger, bombarding his senses, blending with the warm aroma of spices wafting from the pan. The delicious smell of curry filled the kitchen, and Bakugo hated how... comforting it was.

— I’ll try not to let you down then, Kacchan.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, almost finding it ridiculous how casually Deku spoke to him now, as if he wasn’t right there, ready to knock out the next person who dared to approach. But deep down, that “Kacchan” spoken with a soft and respectful tone was unsettling; it irritated and comforted him at the same time, a paradox Bakugo couldn’t explain. He looked away, trying to hide it, but for some reason, a strange satisfaction grew within him.

The green-haired man’s pheromones seemed to envelop Katsuki more and more. He noticed that now, the scent of freshly cut grass wasn’t as strong, and the powerful, deep smells of musk and cedar were more dominant.

As Deku continued stirring the curry, Bakugo watched his movements — the firm hands, the focused gaze on the preparation. Against his own will, Bakugo relaxed slightly, though his mind was still a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The silence between them was thick, but not uncomfortable, broken only by the low chatter and laughter of others in the kitchen. And for a fleeting moment, he found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, very maybe, it wasn’t so bad.

Then, Deku turned around, a steaming plate of curry in his hands, and walked over to him. His green eyes shone with a mix of anxiety and something Bakugo refused to interpret. Deku placed the plate in front of him and then served himself, taking the second bowl with him and sitting down next to the blond, so close that Bakugo could feel the warmth of the alpha’s large body beside him, and of course, the damn pheromones, now stronger than ever. The proximity made his stomach churn, an involuntary heat rising through his body. He grimaced, trying to keep his face impassive, while his inner omega stirred in a ridiculous way.

Deku scratched his neck, visibly nervous. He gave an awkward laugh and, before Bakugo could process what was happening, Deku lifted a fork, with a piece of curry ready for him.

— Ka-Kacchan, I… I can feed you? — Deku asked, his voice hesitant and low, with puppy eyes.

Bakugo froze, his eyes widening in disbelief, and the blood rushed so fast that he felt his entire face heat up.

— HAH?! — his hands exploded, burning the tablecloth, and his voice came out in a shout, surprising even himself. — Are you kidding me, you damn nerd?! Feed me? Do I look like a damn baby to you, you jerk?!

His heart was racing, and he couldn’t understand why Deku’s proposal had affected him so much. He should be furious, should make a scene, blow up Deku, but for some reason, the shyness left him almost speechless. His mind was a mess of conflicting emotions, and his inner omega seemed even more satisfied, as if savoring every second of that attention.

Deku, despite his tone, kept the spoon extended, his face slightly flushed, but his gaze determined.

— Sorry, Kacchan… it’s just that… I wanted to do something for you, you know? — he said, his voice low but firm. — After everything… I-I thought that maybe, I could… I don’t know, take care of you a little…

Bakugo bit his lip, feeling his words resonate in a way he hated. He looked at the spoon in front of him, with the food Deku had made, and something inside him broke. He wanted to yell, wanted to make a scene and kick Deku out of there, but his voice wouldn’t come. Instead, he inclined his head, looking away and trying to contain the embarrassment rising to the surface.

Katsuki remained silent, his head lowered, eyes fixed on the plate in front of him. And Deku, the damn nerd, seemed to interpret his silence as a yes.

The alpha leaned in a bit closer, and Bakugo felt his warmth invading the space between them. Deku brought the spoon to his lips with an irritating calm, as if this was the most normal situation in the world. Bakugo could barely breathe, his facial muscles tense as he tried to keep a hard, unyielding expression. He refused to look at Deku’s face, but he could feel the other’s gaze burning beside him. He knew, without a doubt, that Deku was smiling. Satisfied.

“Confident bastard,” Katsuki thought, trying to ignore the heat rising through his body, burning his cheeks and making his hands tremble almost imperceptibly, and the butterflies insistently stirring in his stomach. He parted his lips, allowing the spoon with curry to enter, the aroma of spices, meat, potatoes... everything filling his senses. The sauce was spicier than usual, exactly how the omega liked it, and he felt an involuntary wave of satisfaction at the realization. The damn nerd knew him well.

Good alpha, his inner omega purred.

He chewed slowly, and, for a brief moment, almost wanted to smile. Not that he would ever admit it – not to Deku, nor to himself. Bakugo felt his face burn again and turned away, feigning disinterest.

— You’re just a dumb alpha trying to play protector. — He said, his voice low, trying to keep the tone of disdain as he swallowed.

Deku laughed again, the soft sound filling the air between them, and Bakugo bit his lip to keep any expression from betraying what he felt. He clenched his hands into fists, almost trembling with rage – or maybe it was something else he refused to name. The silence remained thick, heavy, with the smell of curry and Deku’s pheromones filling the air, surrounding him possessively.

The alpha leaned in a little more, his eyes still fixed on Bakugo, as if waiting for something – maybe a reaction, maybe another insult. But Bakugo kept his gaze averted, trying to focus on anything other than the presence of that bastard beside him. His own body betrayed him, his omega instinct craving that contact, seeking Deku’s warmth, even as he wanted to scream in denial.

Bakugo didn’t know how much longer he could endure the situation, but there, in that moment, he remained quiet, the taste of curry still lingering in his mouth, while his mind wrestled between wounded pride and an uncomfortable satisfaction, something he would never let Deku know.

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That night, Bakugo was holed up in his nest, the blankets and pillows meticulously arranged around him, creating a barrier he pretended was impenetrable, while he hugged an All Might t-shirt he’d stolen from Deku. The room’s lights were dim, and he forced himself to close his eyes, trying to ignore the distant laughter coming from Jirou’s room, across the hall. The sleepover had already started, and each laugh, each muffled shout made his irritation grow even more.

He clenched his teeth, his body rigid, as if ready to attack at the slightest sign of intrusion. Earlier, before he came upstairs to the dorm, Kaminari and the others had tried to invite him again. They’d insisted, practically begged, saying he should show up and join them. And he, of course, blew up. He yelled, cursed, and told everyone to go to hell, demanding that they leave him alone. He didn’t need more reasons for them to mock him, especially after that pathetic scene in the kitchen with Deku.

“Shit,” he thought, sinking further into the blankets, pulling them up to his shoulders as he pressed the All Might t-shirt, grinning and giving a thumbs-up, against his face. “As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to let that damn Deku feed me… And now everyone saw it.”

He knew that, even though no one had said anything directly, that moment between him and Deku was already the talk of the halls. Alpha and omega, Deku and Bakugo… The thought made him want to scream, but he just punched the pillow beside him, clenching his fists so tightly that his fingers hurt. He hated the vulnerability that moment had brought to the surface, that disgusting feeling of others seeing something he’d rather keep buried.

The scent of that damn nerd’s pheromones filled the room, and he muttered a curse under his breath. It was already hard enough being an omega who rejected the condition biology imposed on him. And now, all his damn dormmates had another thing to talk about, one more piece of gossip to whisper and chatter about. Maybe no one had spoken to him directly about it, but Bakugo knew the whispers would be there, in the looks that avoided his.

Outside, the laughter grew louder, and he could hear Jirou and Uraraka’s muffled voices, probably exchanging stupid jokes and gossip. He took a deep breath, his chest tight, trying to push away the discomfort surrounding him, but the happy, carefree sounds outside only made his loneliness more evident.

— Pathetic, — he muttered to himself, with such deep disgust he could barely stand it. “As if I’d join them, sit in a circle, and share little secrets.” I don’t need that crap.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to ignore the noise, to reject any bond that might make him feel like one of them. Because, deep down, he knew that all he wanted – and hated to admit – was to have something like they did: that easy companionship, the weightless laughter, the acceptance of being who he was. But he would never admit it, not even under torture.

Bakugo clenched his teeth and buried his face in the t-shirt, trying to muffle the thoughts, the laughter, and the anger growing inside him. If they thought he cared, they were all wrong.

Bakugou squirmed on his nest, the soft bedding is practically made from Deku's freshly cut grass cradling his body. He couldn't help but inhale deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of the shitty alpha. The fragrance of grass mixed with the musky undertones of Deku's sweat, and an unmistakable whiff of cedar pheromones that hung heavy in the air.

His heart raced as he replayed the events of the day in his mind. Deku carefully feeding him. His fucking green eyes, his soft smile and his scent of satisfied alpha, it all built up inside him, threatening to overwhelm him.

Katsuki squirmed on the nest, unable to ignore the desire that pooled between his legs. He quickly got rid of his boxers and his hand found its way to his small cocklet feeling the smooth skin, followed by the slickness hidden beneath it. His fingers parted the folds, revealing his pussy, swollen and waiting.

He hesitated for a moment, in denial of his own feelings. But the need to touch himself was too strong. He began to stroke his pussy, his fingers sinking into the depths, feeling the walls slick and throb with arousal.

He closed his eyes, imagining it was Deku's hand exploring him, teasing him, bringing him closer to the edge. His breathing grew ragged as his pace quickened. Each thrust of his fingers sent a bolt of pleasure racing through his body, and he couldn't help but moan softly.

— P-please… nnh… Deku, please… ah, aahn… I need y-you… — he pleaded with desperation.

His body responded, the pleasure growing, threatening to unravel him. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hips ground against his hand, desperate for relief.

Bakugo's hands roamed over his body, exploring every damn curve, every dip, every inch of soft skin. His fingers grazed over his small, perky omega tits, teasing the sensitive nipples until they hardened under his touch. He squeezed them gently, rolling the nubs between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

His other hand continued its ministrations between his legs, fingers plunging deep into his slick throbbing pussy. He curled them just right, hitting that spot that made him see stars. His hips bucked, grinding against his hand, desperate for more.

He could feel the knot of tension coiling tighter in his lower belly, the heat building, threatening to consume him. His breaths came in short, sharp gasps, his chest heaving with the effort.

— Fu-fuck, Deku ahn… hah… — Bakugo purred. — need y-you… aahn, mnnh… so, so… aaahnn… bad…

He pinched his nipples harder, the sharp pain mixing with the intense pleasure radiating from his core. His fingers pumped faster, harder, thinking about Deku’s hot knot inside him, breeding him.

Suddenly, his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his vision whiting out for a moment. His pussy clenched around his fingers, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over him. He cried out, his back arching off the bed, his entire body shaking with the force of his climax.

As the aftershocks subsided, Bakugo collapsed back onto his nest, panting heavily. His body felt boneless, sated in a way he had never experienced before. But even in the haze of his post-orgasmic bliss, he couldn't shake the image of Deku from his mind.

Bakugo rolled onto his side, pulling the soft All Might’s t-shirt up to his chest. He drifted into a restless sleep, dreams of Deku and a forbidden pleasure.

Shit, he got the shirt dirty.

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The next night, Katsuki stood in front of the mirror, holding the new clothes his mother had sent him. His eyes scanned over the pieces which, though practical and functional, seemed to scream at him about how much his life had changed. His parents owned a major brand known for making clothes for alphas, but ever since he’d gone through his first hellish pre-heat, Mitsuki had decided to create a special line for him. She’d spent a lot of time researching fabrics and adjusting designs because it seemed like omegas needed special care even for the crap they wore. But Mitsuki was determined to ensure the clothes would be comfortable for an omega like him. The package had arrived the previous month, but he’d been putting off opening it. Just another unwanted reminder of his condition.

— Whoa, Bakubro! These clothes are awesome! — Kaminari exclaimed, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Bakugo’s bed, a spark of curiosity in his eyes as he observed the clothes spread out on the bed. Bakugo had made him stay there, away from his carefully arranged nest; he didn’t need anyone messing up that space.

Kaminari was right. The clothes were… well, nice. Loose, basic t-shirts, like Bakugo had asked for, made from a soft, cozy fabric. He almost felt hugged while wearing them, which was both irritating and, somehow, comforting. There were also gray and black sweatpants, which Mitsuki had crafted with the same care, comfortable and flexible. He scowled at the sight of a pair of thigh-length shorts in the pile; there was no way he’d wear those, showing off his legs like he was some kind of… of… he didn’t even want to think about it. But, of course, his mother thought he needed to try everything on.

At least they were normal, simple clothes without any frills or tacky ribbons.

Kaminari, obviously incapable of staying still, leaned over, grabbing the package and rummaging through what was left inside. Bakugo watched out of the corner of his eye, holding the new t-shirts against his chest, mentally measuring just how much life could irritate him.

— Dude, your mom even sent boxers! — Kaminari commented, pulling a pair from the box and rubbing it against his face.

— Ugh, give me that! — Bakugo growled, snatching the item from Kaminari’s hands, his face red with fury and embarrassment.

Kaminari laughed, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.

— Ah, sorry, man! I just wanted to see if they were actually comfortable… your mom’s amazing, you know that, right? — he said, a relaxed expression on his face, but then his posture shifted slightly, as if he was about to say something more. — But… you know, I was just wondering… do you only wear… uh… you know… boxers?

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, his expression immediately turning into a mask of displeasure. He crossed his arms, looking at the other omega with an expression of disdain.

— What the hell are you talking about, you walking battery? What kind of stupid question is that?

Kaminari shrugged, looking a bit uncomfortable, though curiosity still lingered in his eyes. He scratched his neck, trying to avoid Bakugo’s gaze for a moment, as if he knew he was treading on dangerous ground.

— Ah, it’s just that… you know, we have, like, a… a different organ, right? — he finally said, his voice hesitant. — I just thought… maybe you’d prefer something that would be… more, uh, comfortable than… boxers…?

Katsuki felt his face burn with pure rage and humiliation. He knew exactly what Kaminari was talking about, and he hated how the other seemed to bring up something he preferred to ignore. He could feel the blood pounding in his temples, and his hands instinctively clenched into fists.

— Why the hell are you so interested in what I wear? — he snapped, his voice filled with barely contained fury. — It’s none of your business! I don’t need anyone reminding me of what I already know, got it?

Kaminari backed off a little, raising his hands again in a gesture of peace.

— Okay, okay, chill, Bakubro! I was just asking, man. I know it’s… hard, but I just wanted to make sure you’re comfortable.

Bakugo ground his teeth, trying to control his heavy breathing. It was humiliating enough needing special clothes, but having someone prying into that, touching on such a sensitive point, was like opening a wound. And to make it worse, the damn idiot knew exactly what he meant, of course, since Dunce Face was also a damn omega. But if there was one thing he hated, it was being reminded of that.

He turned his back, trying to contain the rage and shame running through his body. He grabbed the t-shirt and put it on with a quick motion, feeling the soft fabric hug his small chest. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the intrusive thoughts.

— You know what? Go mind your own business, Dunce Face, — he grumbled, still with his back turned. — If I ever want to discuss what I wear or don’t wear, I’ll let you know. Until then, leave me alone, got it?

The silence that followed was heavy, and Bakugo knew Kaminari had gotten the message. He refused to be defined by his condition, and every reminder of his anatomy only reinforced his determination to never submit to it.

After a while, Dunce Face finally got up from the floor, looking hesitant, as if he were thinking of the right words to say. Katsuki could only think of how much the other omega annoyed him with that sheepish look.

— Dude, you should’ve come to the sleepover last night, — Kaminari mumbled, his expression a little distant. — It would’ve helped you a lot, you know?

Bakugo felt irritation rise like lightning. He crossed his arms and shot Kaminari a deadly look, pressing his lips together with barely contained anger.

— Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what would help me, huh, live wire? — he growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. — Like I need to sit around with a bunch of fussy omegas, talking about “feelings” and that kind of crap. And so what? You think I’m gonna join in just to feel “included”?

Kaminari didn’t back down; he just sighed, seeming somewhat resigned to Bakugo’s outburst. He scratched his head, a light smile still on his face, but there was a glint of understanding in his eyes.

— It’s not like that, Bakubro. It’s just that… well, it was a good night, you know? — he said in a casual tone. — All the omegas were there. We talked about a lot of stuff, like how it’s been dealing with heats, the expectations people put on us, and even about… how society expects us to act. It was good to know we’re not alone, man…

Bakugo rolled his eyes, taking a step toward Kaminari, feeling fury pounding in his chest, disgusted at the idea of joining in on a conversation full of cheap sentimentality.

— Oh, sure, because Dunce Face thinks a bunch of omegas talking about their “expectations” is gonna make any difference to me, huh? You think I care about what people think about omegas? — he spat, the words coming out as sharp as knives. — I’m not like you guys, got it? I don’t need that kind of thing. And I’ll tell you one thing, if you think that crap will help me, you’re wasting your time. — he said, stepping closer to Kaminari with a scorching glare, his words as smooth as sandpaper.

Kaminari stood his ground, although clearly embarrassed. He gave a small, genuine smile and shrugged.

— I know you think that way, Bakugo. But honestly… it was really nice sharing things with people who get it, you know? Even if I don’t want to admit it, it was cool hearing that everyone goes through these insecurities. We laughed our heads off, ate junk… Not everything was about that, you know? There were some cool ideas, and… everyone was super chill. I think you’d have liked it.

Bakugo crossed his arms, letting out an exasperated groan. The idea of sitting with other omegas and listening to them vent about the difficulties of being one seemed ridiculous, almost humiliating. He hated the thought of being seen as weak or needing support.

— Ah, cut it out, Kaminari! I don’t need group therapy. If you like whining to the other omegas, great, but don’t drag me into that crap. I’ve got enough to deal with as it is.

Denki shrugged, seeming unfazed, though a glimmer of understanding was still in his eyes. He lowered his gaze, as if he were reflecting.

— I’m not asking you to whine, Bakubro. Just to give it a chance. If you ever change your mind, just show up, okay? I just think it’d be good for you too. We just helped each other out, no whining involved.

Bakugo scoffed and turned away, refusing to let Kaminari see any hint of hesitation on his face.

— I already told you I want nothing to do with it. If you wanna be a sentimental idiot, go ahead. But keep my name out of it.

Even with his back turned, he heard Kaminari’s soft laugh, as if he understood something Bakugo would never admit. And, despite not liking to hear it, a part of Bakugo felt a bit less irritated, as if the idea of not being alone in this hell was, at the very least, a little less unbearable.

Later, still in his dorm room, Bakugo huffed, annoyed, as his phone buzzed for the third time in less than five minutes. He already knew who it was, and he was about to hurl the device against the wall, but reluctantly answered, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice.

— What is it, old hag?! — he growled, bringing the phone to his ear, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

On the other end of the line, Mitsuki’s voice came through with a carefree tone, but there was an underlying impatience, as if she’d been expecting him to blow up.

— Don’t start with that rudeness, brat! — she snapped back, firm. — Since you won’t answer my messages, I decided to call. I want to know what you thought of the clothes. You finally tried them on, didn’t you?

Bakugo rolled his eyes, leaning back against the wall by his bed and sliding down to the floor, holding the phone with one hand while rubbing his face with the other. He already had enough clothes and didn’t need something that reminded him of his condition every time he put on a damn shirt.

— Tch, they’re fine, satisfied? — he grumbled, trying to end the conversation before she decided to drag it out even more. — You know I didn’t need this crap, so I don’t get why you even bothered.

There was a brief silence on the other end, and Bakugo could almost hear the hag smiling, as if she understood exactly what he was thinking but still didn’t care.

— Look, brat, I made these clothes because I wanted to, not because you asked. I just wanted you to have something comfortable. And you can pretend all you want, but I know you like things well-made, so tell me the truth: did you like them or not?

He clenched his free hand into a fist, his teeth grinding in anger and embarrassment. She knew him way too well for his liking, and he hated the fact that she knew exactly where to poke to make him even more uncomfortable. He looked at the clothes folded on the corner of the bed, the soft fabric and the neutral colors, just as he’d requested. He didn’t want to admit it, but she’d nailed it. The loose t-shirts were good, the sweatpants comfortable, and even he knew the hag had made everything with care.

— They’re good, yeah, all right? — he muttered. — Comfortable, just like I asked. Now stop calling all the time, damn it!

On the other end, Mitsuki laughed, a short, almost affectionate laugh, but he knew it had a hint of irony.

— Don’t give me that attitude, kid! I don’t make custom clothes every day, so you’ll just have to deal with my interest. — Her voice softened a bit, and he picked up on a sincere note in her words. — I’m glad you liked them. I just wanted to make sure you have what you need. And, no matter what you think, I’m always going to want to take care of you, even if you pretend you don’t need anyone.

Bakugo huffed again, looking away as if she could see him.

— Yeah, enough already, old hag. — He could almost see her smiling on the other side, but he didn’t wait for a response. He hung up, tossing the phone onto the bed and letting out a heavy sigh.

Sitting on the floor, he crossed his arms and looked at the new clothes, his mind still lingering on the conversation. It was typical of her to want to help, but at the same time, make him angrier than he thought possible. He pulled one of the t-shirts toward him, the soft fabric between his fingers, and muttered to himself.

“Damn old hag…” he thought. At least the clothes would be useful.

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It was just another day at school, and as if fate wasn’t cruel enough, Kayama-sensei decided to ruin the morning with a crappy group assignment. Bakugo was already standing with his arms crossed, brow furrowed, and one foot tapping impatiently on the floor when she began giving instructions.

— All right, class, attention! — exclaimed Midnight, clapping her hands with a broad smile on her face, the kind of smile only someone about to drop a bomb would have. — You all need to improve your interpretation and expression skills! So, I’m going to divide you into pairs, and each pair will choose a classic tale to act out a scene!

Bakugo let out a loud scoff, rolling his eyes as some idiots around him seemed excited, and others groaned, saying they wanted to choose their own partners. He was about to complain too, but was interrupted by Kaminari’s shrill voice:

— Hey, Kayama-sensei, can’t we at least pick our partners?

— Of course not! — she replied, in that theatrical tone that irritated Bakugo down to his last nerve.

Meanwhile, the Icy Hot idiot raised his hand, with an expression so emotionless it looked ridiculous.

— Sensei, can I go to the bathroom? — he asked, desperate to escape the hell the teacher had just unleashed in the room.

Bakugo let out a dry laugh. “Dumb alpha.” But before he could relish the ridiculousness of the situation, Midnight continued, her smile becoming even more wicked.

— But of course, it won’t be that simple! — she said, with a glint of malicious satisfaction in her eyes. — To really challenge your creativity, I’m going to switch traditional roles! Alphas and betas will play omega characters, while the omegas will play alphas!

Bakugo froze, his teeth clenched and his fists so tightly balled that the veins in his arms throbbed. He was already used to dealing with the humiliations of being an omega, but now the teacher wanted him to act as an alpha? His face turned red with rage.

— What kind of joke is this, Kayama-sensei?! — he exploded, his voice laced with venom. — As if any of these idiots could act like an omega properly, and like I need to play a damn alpha for this crap!

Midnight crossed her arms, staring at him without losing her composure. In fact, it seemed she had expected exactly this reaction.

— Bakugo, that’s precisely the point. You need to step out of your comfort zone, explore a side you usually don’t allow yourself to. It’s an acting exercise, not a judgment, so make the most of it.

Bakugo let out a frustrated growl but knew he had no choice. He looked around, irritated, trying to see who the unlucky person would be that he’d have to put up with for this assignment. “Great,” he thought, each second regretting more that he’d come to this class.

And to make things worse, Deku on the other side of the room (he’d been moved since last year’s incident) seemed excited, which made Bakugo shrink back even more. If that nerd ended up being his partner, he might as well consider himself screwed. The room was chaotic, students split between those who were excited and those trying to escape — the sounds of laughter and whispers echoing through the space. Midnight’s voice continued organizing the chaos, but Bakugo could only think about how that morning was becoming increasingly unbearable.

Bakugo was seething. He watched, every muscle tense, as she organized the pairs, arranging the students like pieces on a chessboard.

— And finally… Bakugo, you’ll be paired with… Shinsou! — she announced, with a sharp smile on her lips.

He let out an irritated grunt. Shinsou, a beta, was sitting on the other side of the room, observing everything with his usual bored look. He looked as excited as a corpse, but without protest, he got up and walked over to him. As he approached, Bakugo rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh while pointing to a pair of empty chairs.

Shinsou pulled up a chair and sat next to Bakugo, crossing his arms and surveying the room around him.

— You know, if we’re really doing this, we might as well do it right, — said Shinsou, his tone calm, unfazed by Bakugo’s attitude. — Let’s pick a scene that’s straightforward. Less time wasted.

Bakugo scoffed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

— Fine, omega, — Bakugo replied, heavy with sarcasm, his arms crossed and his expression defiant. — What’ve you got in mind? C’mon, since you’re so eager to play an omega, suggest something that won’t make me want to puke.

Shinsou tilted his head, a cynical smile playing on his lips as he crossed his arms. He didn’t even flinch at Bakugo’s bad mood, which only irritated the blond more.

— How about Darcy’s proposal to Elizabeth from the book “Pride and Prejudice”?

Bakugo’s eyes widened, and he let out an incredulous laugh, unable to believe what he’d just heard. He had to be joking. He opened his mouth to respond, but no insult seemed adequate enough to express the absurdity of the suggestion.

— You’ve got to be kidding me, Shinsou, — he growled, clenching his fists at his sides. — Me, doing some romantic proposal to you?

Shinsou shrugged. He leaned toward Katsuki’s desk, his gaze fixed on the omega with an infuriating calm, his mouth still curved in a lazy smile. He was completely at ease, as if he didn’t care one bit about the rage burning in Bakugo’s eyes.

— Why not? — he said, his tone light, but his gaze challenging. — You’re the alpha. Darcy’s pride is wounded, he’s arrogant, and he thinks he has the right to demand what he wants. Seems like the role suits you well, don’t you think?

Bakugo ground his teeth, his blood boiling in his veins. Shinsou was just inches away now, and the blond could smell him — lavender with a hint of black tea — not as intense as an alpha’s, but somehow that closeness made him uncomfortable. He narrowed his eyes, shooting a deadly glare at the beta, who looked unfazed.

— Fine, Elizabeth, it’s not like I have a choice with this stupid assignment. But don’t expect any kindness from me. I’ll make this alpha the biggest jerk you’ve ever seen.

Shinsou gave a half-smile, not backing down an inch. He tilted his head, as if provoking Bakugo, his expression relaxed, but his gaze steady.

— I wouldn’t expect any less, Darcy, — Shinsou replied, almost in a whisper, his voice far too calm for Bakugo’s liking. — Besides, it’ll be interesting to see how you pull off an alpha in love. If you can manage to show anything remotely close to affection, that is.

Bakugo felt his face heat up, his fists clenched as small sparks crackled between his fingers. His blood was boiling, and he was about to unleash a sharp retort that would probably leave Shinsou on the floor, but before he could speak, a deep, threatening growl echoed through the room, freezing the air around them.

The sound rippled across the room like a wave, making everyone turn, the silence falling like a stone. Bakugo felt a shiver run down his spine, a reaction he instantly hated but couldn’t avoid. He followed everyone else’s gaze and saw the source of it: Deku, standing in the middle of the room, his eyes fixed on him as if he could burn him alive just by looking. The nerd had his jaw clenched, the muscles in his face taut, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. The scent of intense pheromones filled the air, a heavy, oppressive aroma that made it clear he was furious.

Katsuki’s body reacted instinctively, and, for a brief moment, he felt something he’d never admit: fear. His inner omega hesitated, shrinking back, a response that made him disgusted with himself. It was as if every fiber of his being refused to face that alpha, Deku’s intensity becoming unbearable. But at the same time, he hated himself for it. Anger and humiliation bubbled up, mixing with the adrenaline, and he clenched his fists even tighter, trying to ignore the submissive instinct his traitorous body insisted on showing.

“Damn it, why is that bastard doing this?!” he thought, grinding his teeth, his eyes fixed on that damn alpha, even though part of him wanted to look away. Every muscle in him screamed to confront him, but the other part, the part he despised, wanted to back down. He couldn’t stand the fact that Deku made him feel this way.

Shinsou, on the other hand, backed off, leaning against the back of his chair, his gaze still cold but clearly surprised by Deku’s reaction. Bakugo noticed the movement, but he was still transfixed by Deku’s expression, which looked ready to explode.

— Midoriya, dude… chill. — Jirou said, her voice low and hesitant, placing a hand on the nerd’s back, trying to calm him as others around them began to approach cautiously, concerned expressions on their faces.

Deku didn’t move immediately, but his shoulders relaxed a little, his fists unclenching as he took a deep breath. Jirou gave a quick glance at Bakugo and then at Shinsou, seeming to understand what had happened. Deku’s pheromones still lingered in the air, oppressive, but gradually the atmosphere began to ease, and he finally allowed himself to be led a few steps back, with Jirou by his side and some other classmates trying to calm him down.

Bakugo swallowed, the fury burning inside him now more intense than ever. “Why the hell did he react that way?” he thought, looking at Deku through narrowed eyes as he tried to suppress the wave of humiliation and anger. He hated how his own body had shrunk back, refusing to face the alpha head-on. All of this only reinforced what he detested most: his damned omega status and the submission he rejected with every ounce of his being.

Only then, when his gaze shifted to Shinsou beside him, did Bakugo realize something. Deku’s expression, the intensity of the pheromones, and the growl… they hadn’t been directed at him. “No…” he understood with a lump in his throat, as a sensation of surprise mixed with fury grew inside him. Deku’s threat had been aimed at the beta next to him, as if he were protecting Bakugo from Shinsou.

The thought made him let out a grunt of disgust. He glared at the beta, who was now a bit more distant, as if that would make him seem less guilty. The anger inside Bakugo was boiling over. He clenched his fists again, feeling a fresh wave of rage. Being the target of an alpha’s protection was humiliating, but even more so was knowing that Deku, that nerd, thought he needed it.

Alpha protects, good alpha, his inner omega muttered.

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Katsuki was sprawled on the couch in the common room, watching TV with zero interest, the remote abandoned next to him. The screen displayed some stupid news broadcast that he wasn’t even bothering to follow. Beside him, Dunce Face and Shitty Hair were chatting animatedly, poking each other and laughing as if they were in the middle of an important conversation. Bakugo shot them a sideways glance, increasingly disgusted with their giggling exchange.

Kaminari, with that dumb grin plastered on his face, was talking animatedly, laughing in that way only omegas do when they’re trying to get an alpha’s attention.

— Oh, I don’t really mind being an omega! — Kaminari said, throwing his head back and laughing with a tone that sounded almost rehearsed. — I mean, I naturally have more speed and flexibility than alphas. And that’s great for my quirk!

Bakugo rolled his eyes, feeling bile rise up. “Big deal, speed and flexibility. As if that’s an excuse for the submissive role he’s so happy to accept.”

— Yeah, I noticed you’ve changed up your training and diet! — exclaimed Kirishima, grinning with that dorky, enthusiastic, positive vibe. — Wow, that’s so manly, Denki!

Bakugo tensed up instantly. “ They’re already on a first-name basis?” he thought, disdain written across every line of his face. Not that he cared about that, but the silly, admiring way Kirishima looked at Kaminari was infuriating.

Kaminari immediately blushed, his eyes shining with a hint of shyness as he nervously fiddled with the hem of his yellow plaid pants. He looked away, laughing in a way so childish it was absolutely ridiculous.

— Mm! Y-Yeah! — he murmured, as if confused by the attention. — I… I adapted, you know… I mean… my body changed a little, heh…

Kirishima smiled warmly, leaning slightly closer to Kaminari. He watched the other omega with a shy look, his face reddening a little.

— It’s true, man, — he said, his voice low but full of admiration. — Your body… looks amazing, seriously. You can see how much effort you’ve put in. Really… manly, for sure.

Bakugo felt his face twist in pure irritation. It was like he was watching a ridiculous spectacle, and everything in him screamed to tell them to shut up. The urge to puke only grew as he watched the way Kirishima looked at Kaminari, that almost dreamy gaze, as if he genuinely thought there was something “manly” about all that sweet, bashful behavior. “Give me a break,” Bakugo thought, with a look of pure disdain.

Kaminari, red to the tips of his ears, let out a nervous laugh, hunching his shoulders as if he’d just received a love confession. He pulled at the sleeve of his gray hoodie, covering his hand and looking down, as if the compliment had really gotten to him.

— Aw, thanks, Kiri! — he said, a shy smile on his face. — I mean, it’s nice to hear that, coming from you and all… I really wanted to improve, you know?

— I noticed, Denki, and I’m super proud of you! — Kirishima replied, thumping his fist against his chest in an exaggerated gesture. — Your training’s really paying off. I can see you’re more confident, and you’re taking your adaptation really seriously. And, honestly… your body looks… incredible.

Kaminari smiled and hid his completely red face in his hands, still covered by his hoodie sleeves, as if it were the cutest thing in the world. Bakugo huffed, staring straight ahead and forcing himself to focus on the TV, though it was clear he wasn’t watching a thing.

He ground his teeth as the giggles and exchanged glances grew more intense beside him. But as much as he despised the scene, he felt an inexplicable wave of anger rising within him, something that only grew with every glance Kirishima and Kaminari exchanged, as if there was more to it than just friendship.

He suddenly stood up, the abrupt movement drawing both their gazes, who stared at him in surprise.

— Get a room, for god’s sake! — he shouted, his voice dripping with disdain. — This is the common room, not some sappy romance scene!

Bakugo was about to turn and leave, leaving Dunce Face and Shitty Hair behind, when the news broadcast on the TV suddenly erupted in a loud sound, capturing his attention. He turned with a scowl, annoyed, but then he felt his blood run cold at the sight of who was on the screen.

At the center of the scene was Deku – the great and glorious "rising hero" and now the new intern at the Fat Gum Agency – as the focus. The footage showed Midoriya in direct combat with a massive villain, the kind of opponent any normal intern would struggle to face. But Deku wasn’t just any intern, and the news emphasized this, replaying scenes of his fight with one compliment after another.

Deku was covered in scratches and sweat, but there was a determined smile on his face as he attacked the villain with devastating force. He moved with speed and precision, landing blows with a determination that even Bakugo, against his will, had to recognize. The blond felt his teeth clench as the damn nerd delivered the final blow, taking down the villain with an impact that made the screen shake.

Kirishima and Kaminari were cheering beside him, their eyes glued to the TV, faces radiating admiration.

— Man, Deku is incredible! — Kirishima exclaimed, a proud smile on his face as he watched Deku on the screen. — Look at his strength! No wonder he’s already interning with Fat Gum. This guy was born to be a top-tier hero!

— Yeah, I can’t believe he took down that villain on his own! — Kaminari added, eyes shining, as if he were watching a legendary hero. — And he makes it look easy. Just look at the way he moves!

Bakugo felt his face flush, and it wasn’t from embarrassment. He could feel the heat of fury rising, his stomach churning with pure jealousy and disgust. “Big deal.” He hated every word of praise coming out of their mouths, and he hated even more that, deep down, his own body was reacting in a traitorous way. His inner omega, that side he tried to bury, vibrated with pride seeing his alpha dominating the battlefield.

Kirishima leaned a bit closer to the screen, his eyes still shining with admiration.

— Deku’s going to be one of the greatest heroes, man! Just look at this, Denki. He’s so dedicated, so focused… It’s like nothing can stop him.

Kaminari nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

— Totally, Kiri!

Bakugo clenched his fists, his fingers tingling with the urge to explode something – anything – to let out that overwhelming rage. He didn’t know what was worse: the fact that Deku was getting so much attention, or his own body reacting as he watched the alpha in action. Every move Deku made on the screen seemed to pull him back, as if there was an invisible cord between them, something he refused to accept.

“Damn it, pathetic omega!” he thought, his body vibrating with the humiliation of feeling anything remotely like pride. Instinct betrayed him, making his heart beat faster as he watched Deku fight with such skill and determination. He wanted to hate him, and he hated even more the idea that the damn nerd could be someone he might admire.

Alpha is strong and brave! Good alpha to protect pups.

And with that thought from his inner omega, Katsuki exploded, right in the middle of the room.

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That night, Bakugo was a complete mess. He fussed compulsively with his nest, adjusting pillows and tossing blankets around in a futile attempt to find some relief from the restlessness that had taken hold of him. Every time he rearranged something, it seemed like the discomfort only grew, and he’d end up ripping things back out, trapped in an endless cycle of frustration. He hurled a pillow at the wall, cursing, and then grabbed an extra blanket to line the bottom better, but nothing felt right.

Slowly, he started arranging a few pieces of clothing he’d stashed away in his nest – shirts, hoodies, and even a jacket he’d managed to swipe from Deku. The damn nerd’s scent had always been intense, saturating the air and clinging to everything, but tonight… he could barely smell any hint of pheromones. And that only made his restlessness worse. He grabbed one of the shirts, lifting it to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Damn it,” he thought, annoyed, realizing that the scent was weaker than before.

Deku was a dominant alpha, and usually, his scent would cling to the fabric for a long time. But even his pheromones faded over time. Bakugo tossed the shirt back into the nest with a grunt of disgust. The damn smell of freshly cut grass and musk was already disappearing, and to make things worse, he knew time was against him. The heat was starting to rise, an uncomfortable sensation he tried to ignore, but that pulsed through every inch of his body.

He took a deep breath, running a hand over his face and glaring at the pile of Deku’s clothes. “Damn it, I’m going to have to return these things and get new ones.” As if that would be easy. But pre-heat was getting closer, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the real hell began. He could already feel his body reacting, craving more warmth.

— Stupid nerd, — he muttered, tossing a blanket over the nest and crouching down, adjusting one of the pieces in the pile. — As if I didn’t have enough problems already.

Bakugo looked at the nest he’d created, sighing in frustration. Nothing there seemed good enough, and the heat inside him was only growing, foreshadowing the disaster to come. He sat on the floor, back against the nest, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he tried to ignore the turmoil in his mind.

The damn nerd always ended up tangled in his life, and now he needed Deku’s damn scent again, something that only made him feel even more miserable.

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Bakugo woke up that morning feeling like absolute crap. The uncomfortable heat of pre-heat had finally arrived, and the discomfort was starting to take over his body. He stretched, feeling his muscles stiff, as his stomach growled loudly, reminding him he needed to start preparing. Thankfully, he’d managed to snag some new clothes from the damn nerd last week. Just thinking about the way he’d returned the previous items – sneaking into the alpha locker room at night and tossing them into a random locker – brought a smirk to his face. Deku probably thought he’d put them back in the wrong place without realizing it. What an idiot.

Before leaving, Bakugo had checked Deku’s locker, hoping for anything the alpha might have left there. And he’d gotten lucky: there were a few pieces of clothing, plus an old workout tank the nerd used for training, the fabric so soaked in his scent it would take days to fade. He almost hated to admit it, but the thick aroma of Deku – freshly cut grass with a deep hint of musk and cedar – brought an unwanted sense of comfort.

Now, with the clothes carefully arranged in his nest, Deku’s scent filled the room, making Bakugo feel strangely safe, his own dumb body relaxing in the presence of it. Even the symptoms of his pre-heat eased a bit with that damn nerd’s pheromones in the air around him.

He threw on his uniform in a hurry, already feeling impatient, and headed downstairs, his stomach rumbling with hunger. Normally, during pre-heat, he’d wake up earlier than the rest of the idiots to avoid any interaction. But, of course, not this morning. He’d barely made it to the kitchen door when he heard the sound of pans and the unmistakable smell of hot food mixed with the scent that made him want to punch something.

— Damn it. — he muttered, closing his eyes for a second, already guessing who was there.

And he was right. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he came face-to-face with the nerd himself: Deku, with that stupid grin on his face, stirring a pan as he hummed softly. The sight was as annoying as it could be – the nerd was dressed in an old t-shirt and sweatpants, his large arms flexing as he stirred the food. That freshly cut grass aroma was so intense it made the air feel thick around him.

— Ohayo, Kacchan! — said Deku, turning around with that same dumb grin. — Hungry? I made breakfast if you want. There are scrambled eggs, whole-wheat toast, and even fresh juice!

Bakugo blinked, realizing he’d been staring at the alpha’s arms. He grunted and scoffed, a look of disgust clearly on his face. Katsuki walked over to the counter and dropped into a chair, clenching his teeth.

— Tch, as if I need a nerd to cook for me, — he growled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. — I can handle myself just fine, thanks.

But his damn stomach betrayed his words with a loud rumble, and he saw Deku bite his lip to keep from laughing. The smell of the food was inviting, and even though he wanted to blow up the nerd for looking so pleased with himself, he knew he wouldn’t refuse the offer. Not now, with his pre-heat making him feel weak and irritated.

Deku, of course, didn’t seem fazed by his aggressive tone. He placed a plate on the counter with scrambled eggs and toast, a satisfied smile on his face.

— Fine, fine. If you don’t want it, I’ll eat it all myself then, — he replied, but pushed the plate closer to Bakugo, his green eyes gleaming. — But I thought you might like something healthy since training will be intense today...

Bakugo gritted his teeth but shrugged, pulling the plate toward himself. He grabbed the fork, shooting a deadly glare at Deku.

— Don’t get cocky just because I’m eating this, — Bakugo muttered, stabbing the eggs with his fork and taking a bite. — It’s far from impressive. Not even that good.

In reality, they were the best scrambled eggs he’d ever tasted. The creamy texture and spice made his senses buzz. He felt a warmth spread through his body, and, against his will, he had to bite his tongue to hold back an instinctive purr of satisfaction. “Damn nerd,” he thought, every cell in his body burning with humiliation at enjoying it so much.

Deku chuckled softly, irritating the omega even more. He picked up a cup of coffee and sat next to Bakugo, that damn freshly cut grass scent even more intense, filling the air around them. Katsuki couldn’t stop looking at the shitty alpha’s body. The large biceps flexing against the t-shirt sleeve as he sipped his coffee were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

His hands were also huge, with thick fingers. The omega’s mind started to wander, imagining how those powerful hands would feel squeezing his tits, how amazing those thick fingers would feel inside his pussy…

Bakugo bit his tongue, feeling his whole body react instantly, his inner omega vibrating with happiness, something that made him want to punch something. It was unbearable how his body reacted so naturally to him, even as his mind screamed in anger.

— Anyway, it’s good to see you eating, Kacchan… — Deku said, his voice calm and affectionate, as if he had no idea how much it annoyed Katsuki. — …if you need anything, I’m here, okay?

Bakugo’s anger spiked like lightning. He choked on his juice, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and shooting a murderous glare at Deku, his eyes blazing.

— HAH?! Who said I need you for anything?? — he growled, his voice dripping with fury. — Stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, Deku! Go mind your own business!

His traitorous body was vibrating, his inner omega pleased with the alpha’s closeness, and that only fueled the rage consuming him. Deku, however, remained unfazed, with that calm goofy smile Bakugo hated so much.

Deku got up slowly, picking up the empty plate and walking over to the sink. He didn’t even bother responding to Katsuki’s hostile tone, which only irritated the blond more.

— Sure, Kacchan. Make yourself at home, — Deku replied, his voice calm and steady. — Oh, there’s more in the pan if you want it!

Bakugo didn’t respond, but the urge to punch something was stronger than ever. He watched as Deku left the kitchen, shoulders relaxed and that persistent smile on his face, as if nothing in the world could faze him. Anger and humiliation bubbled up inside him, and he looked down at the almost-empty plate in front of him, feeling a wave of frustration rise in his throat.

As soon as Deku was out of sight, he leaned over to the still-warm pan and served himself more eggs. He devoured each bite, not even bothering to hide it. The crispy toast and the pitcher of fresh juice disappeared in the blink of an eye, and before he knew it, he was cleaning off the plate and the pan as if it were his last meal.

He swallowed the last bite, still tasting the spicy eggs in his mouth, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain control. Deku’s scent still lingered in the air, and Bakugo knew that the feeling of satisfaction was a direct betrayal of everything he despised. It was ridiculous, pathetic, and irritating… but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the momentary comfort he felt.

— Damn it, — he muttered, throwing the fork onto the plate and clenching his fist against the table. He refused to admit the influence that damn nerd had over him. Yet here he was, with his body warm and satisfied, as if a part of him actually needed that moment.

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Days passed, and Bakugo couldn’t escape Deku’s unwanted attention. It was as if the damn nerd had decided the omega needed to be fed at every opportunity. It started with breakfast – Deku would show up in the kitchen with that lame excuse that he’d cooked too much. Bakugo wasn’t an idiot; he knew it was an obvious lie. But his traitorous body, hungry from pre-heat, wouldn’t let him refuse.

Then the nerd started showing up at dinner, too, always with some new dish, saying he’d just made it by chance and couldn’t eat it all himself. Bakugo threw his usual insults, calling him annoying and nosy, but every time he looked at the plate, his stomach growled, and he’d end up devouring everything. Even in class, Deku would surprise him with snacks, tossing a chocolate bar onto his desk and claiming he’d “lost his appetite.”

Bakugo’s omega side, the side he hated to admit existed, was more satisfied than ever. His body seemed to purr with contentment, an internal urge whispering nonsense like alpha takes care of us, good alpha .

It was humiliating.

— Damn bastard, — Bakugo muttered, chewing on a protein chocolate bar that Deku had “forgotten” with him during the break. The chocolste bar is exactly Bakugo's favorite brand, which makes Katsuki even more pissed.

That day, he was sitting on one of the hallway benches, arms crossed and an irritated expression on his face, trying to ignore the curious glances from the others around him. Dunce Face, Yaoyorozu, Earphones, and Cheeks were gathered nearby, watching him with interest while he kept chewing with the same furious look.

— What’s up, Bakubro? — Kaminari asked, leaning closer with a sly, mischievous grin. — Why do you get so mad every time Midoriya takes care of you during pre-heat? He’s a very attentive alpha!

Bakugo scoffed, his face twisted in disgust, and he tossed the empty wrapper into the trash next to him.

— He doesn’t know I’m in pre-heat, you useless live wire, — he muttered through gritted teeth. — He’s just sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong, as always.

Uraraka raised an eyebrow, leaning in a bit closer.

— Seriously? Because it seems pretty obvious, Kat!

Bakugo shot her a glare full of pure disdain. Kat. The stupid nickname the other omegas insisted on using, ignoring him every time he made it clear how much he hated it. He huffed, irritated, remembering all the times he’d rejected the idea, only to be ignored without the slightest care.

— We can feel it from your pheromones, and from your behavior too! — she continued, with a puzzled expression. — I thought he knew, considering the way he’s been acting.

— She’s right, Kat! Your pheromones are much sweeter than usual! — Jirou closed her eyes and took a deep breath. — Something like… caramel and vanilla!

Yaoyorozu, who was sitting beside her, nodded.

— Yes, Midoriya seems quite aware. And the fact that he’s cooking for you and offering you food like that… it doesn’t seem like something he’d do without a purpose. After all, what he’s doing is typical for alphas taking care of his omega during pre-heat! It’s really sweet!

Bakugo clenched his fists, feeling his face heat up with anger. He hated hearing this, hated that everyone was interpreting Deku’s actions as if the nerd were… taking care of him. It filled him with a deep sense of disgust. But, at the same time, he couldn’t avoid the feeling of satisfaction from his inner omega, which reacted positively to each small gesture from Deku. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but the uncomfortable tingling wouldn’t leave him.

— You know, Kat, — Kaminari said with a smirk. — An alpha feeding and caring for an omega during pre-heat isn’t just anything. Normally, it’s something alphas and omegas who are already bonded do. In your case, this is seen as courting!

Bakugo felt a wave of fury wash over him. He turned, glaring at Kaminari, his face redder than ever.

— Don’t be ridiculous, Kaminari! — he growled, every word dripping with disdain. — Deku’s not “courting” anyone, and I definitely don’t need him to do anything for me! You’re all delusional if you think I’d fall for that!

Jirou raised an eyebrow, watching him with interest.

— Really? Because, from the way you’re acting, it seems like your body doesn’t entirely agree with that. If that’s the case, then why don’t you reject what he’s offering you, huh?

Bakugo let out a growl, looking away angrily. He wanted to punch something, wanted to scream, but he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. He was trapped in this humiliating situation, where his own body seemed to betray every word coming out of his mouth. That damn nerd was, in fact, interfering – and, worse yet, he was provoking reactions in him that he refused to accept. But despite everything, he knew that pre-heat was only just beginning, and the hell to follow would be even harder to ignore.

He crossed his arms tightly, looking straight ahead, trying to ignore the way the others were watching him. But even as the anger boiled, he knew Deku was gaining ground, and his omega side, as much as he hated to admit it, seemed to have accepted it – no, more than that, it was celebrating it.

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Katsuki was sprawled out on the common room couch, already wearing his pre-heat clothes, comfortable and loose, made especially by his mom. The soft fabric wrapped around his now chubby, curvy body as he entered this phase, and he felt a mixture of irritation and exhaustion.

He pretended to be paying attention to the TV, but the truth was he was secretly hoping to catch some news of Deku in action. “Damn nerd,” he thought, casting a glance at Dunce Face and Shitty Hair, who were sitting beside him, shamelessly flirting. He rolled his eyes in disgust.

As their giggling filled the room, Shinsou entered and threw himself onto the couch, right next to Bakugo, close enough that the blond felt immediate discomfort.

— Hey, how’re you doing? — the beta asked, his voice calm.

Bakugo moved away a bit, making a point of grunting in response, crossing his arms over his now slightly larger chest, glaring at the other with disdain.

— None of your business, idiot, — he growled, his face marked with irritation. — What the hell makes you think I want to talk about that with you?

Shinsou just shrugged, a faint, enigmatic smile on his face, not seeming affected by Bakugo’s aggressive tone.

— I just thought you might feel better with a little company, — he replied, looking Bakugo up and down in his loose clothes. — And I’ve got to say, you look… interesting in those clothes. They’re a bit baggy, aren’t they? Why do you wear such loose pieces?

Bakugo immediately felt uncomfortable, his face turning red with anger.

— Go to hell, blueberry-head! — he shot back, leaning forward, eyes sparking with rage. — What kind of stupid question is that? I’ll wear whatever I want!

Shinsou raised one hand, as if trying to defuse the situation, his gaze steady but now more cautious.

— Easy there, Bakugo, I was just curious. — He gave a small smile and, unhurriedly, pulled two chocolates from his pocket, holding one out in front of Katsuki. — No need to get worked up. I brought two of these, but I don’t want to eat both. Want one?

Bakugo’s stomach growled almost instantly. His mouth watered as he looked at the chocolate in the other's hand, but something held him back. He felt his inner omega refusing to accept anything that didn’t come from his alpha. This irritated Bakugo, and he wanted to take it just out of spite, but he felt as if he were doing something wrong, betraying Deku.

He gritted his teeth, but before he could react, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. Everyone in the room turned to the doorway, where a familiar, towering figure appeared.

Deku was there, still in his dirty hero uniform, his dark green hair messier than ever, with a few scratches across his freckled face. He looked exhausted, but when he saw Bakugo and Shinsou on the couch, his green eyes widened, immediately locking onto the beta next to Bakugo, who was still holding the chocolate bar in his hand.

Katsuki saw the instant shift in Deku’s expression. The alpha’s fists clenched, his jaw tight, and in the blink of an eye, he advanced. Shinsou barely had time to register what was happening before Deku grabbed him by the collar, eyes blazing with fury.

— WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? — Deku growled, his voice heavy with threat. — GET AWAY FROM HIM. NOW!

Shinsou tried to pull away, but the alpha held him tightly. Katsuki stood frozen for a moment, watching the scene with a mixture of surprise and... satisfaction. Deku's fierce expression, the violent and intimidating pheromones that filled the air, his bared long, sharp fangs, provoked a warm and pleasurable response in his body.

No one in the room had the courage to react. No one would be crazy enough to step between an enraged dominant alpha. Except for Katsuki.

— Let him go, Deku! — Bakugo shouted, trying to ignore the effect Deku’s presence was having on him. — What the hell do you think you’re doing?

Deku didn’t release him, but shot Bakugo a quick, possessive look, as if he were marking his territory in a silent, definitive way. He turned back to Shinsou, his tone still threatening.

— I said get. Out. Beta. I don’t want you near him. — He tightened his grip on Shinsou’s collar, while the other tried to keep calm. His voice came out low and guttural, filled with a violent edge that made the air feel thick and heavy.

Shinsou shrank back at the ferocity in Deku's gaze, his entire body reacting to the dominant alpha's aura. With a resigned expression, he tilted his neck, exposing it in a clear gesture of submission. Deku still held him firmly by the collar of his shirt, his fingers clenched so tightly that the fabric was completely wrinkled. Shinsou remained quiet, his eyes diverting from Deku's face as he showed his surrender—a sign of respect that Bakugo knew must be difficult for someone like him.

Bakugo could feel his own body reacting, every part of him vibrating with the dominant energy emanating from the alpha. He knew he should be angry at the situation, maybe even outraged at the way Deku was handling it, but a part of him—that deeper, irrational part he hated—was reveling in the scene.

His inner omega, traitorous and insatiable, was melting at the sight of Deku asserting himself with such strength and authority. Seeing Shinsou cowering, baring his neck, and the alpha standing tall, relentless and commanding, stirred something in him that he didn’t want to admit. Bakugo clenched his fists, trying to focus on his anger, trying to pull himself away from that treacherous feeling.

— Deku, let him go! — Katsuki demanded again, in the most authoritative tone he could muster.

Deku released Shinsou abruptly, as if the contact with the beta was something repulsive. He turned to Bakugo, his gaze still intense, while Shinsou stepped back, rubbing his neck and throwing one last look at the omega.

Meanwhile, Deku didn’t take his eyes off Bakugo, and the omega felt the heat rising in his body, leaving him increasingly vulnerable. That damn green gaze seemed to pierce through him, and he hated the way his body reacted – the familiar tingling in his stomach, his legs weakening, heart racing, and his pussy pulsing. Deku bit his lip, letting out a low growl that Bakugo almost felt in his own chest, before grabbing him firmly by the arm.

— Come on, Kacchan, — Deku said, not giving him a chance to resist.

Before Bakugo could protest, he was being pulled toward the elevator, with the others still frozen, watching the scene with curious and shocked looks. Bakugo felt his face heat up as they passed, but he refused to look back. He knew the others were watching, and his pride made him want to pull away and tell Deku to go to hell, but the warmth of the alpha’s touch immobilized him in a way that deeply irritated him.

When the elevator doors closed, the space became small and stifling, Deku’s possessive pheromones dominating the atmosphere in an almost tangible way. Bakugo swallowed, trying to control his breathing, but it was useless. He felt surrounded, the heat spreading through his body, intensifying every second. He shot a defiant look at Deku, but even that felt forced now, with the alpha so close, so overwhelming.

— Were you going to accept chocolate from that beta? — Deku asked, but surprisingly, his voice was soft and gentle, making Bakugo’s stomach churn even more.

— N-no… — Bakugo mumbled, his voice low and a bit shaky. He hated how uncertain, how vulnerable, his words sounded. — Of course I wasn’t… as if I needed anything he offers me...

Deku was inches away, his gaze fixed on Bakugo’s, observing every little reaction. Bakugo wanted to pull away, to yell, to do anything to dispel the humiliation he felt at realizing his own body was responding to the alpha’s presence. But the pheromones were so strong, with cedar and musk dominating the elevator, leaving Katsuki dazed, as if every part of him wanted to give in, even as he fought with everything he had to resist.

— It’s good to know that, Kacchan, — murmured Deku, possessiveness lacing his voice, as his hand still held Bakugo’s arm firmly. — I want you to know that you don’t need anyone else… as long as I’m around.

The heat in Bakugo’s stomach grew, his legs turning to jelly, and his hands trembling as he struggled to maintain any shred of control he had left.

— Go to hell, Deku… — he whispered, the words coming out weak, feeling his face burn. — I don’t need you for anything… this is all just… just…

Deku looked at him with a gentle smile, leaning in closer, his eyes filled with a certainty that irritated Bakugo down to his last nerve.

— Then prove it, — Deku replied, almost in a whisper, but without losing the firmness in his tone. — Show me that you don’t need me, Kacchan. Because, to me, it doesn’t look like you hate my help… but how much you actually want it.

The elevator continued its climb, each second increasing the tension between them. The space felt tight, stifling, as Deku gazed at him with that intense look, his breathing heavy. Bakugo wanted to push him away, to hold firm in his refusal, but the damn nerd’s pheromones, strong and enveloping, wrapped around him in a way that made it impossible to ignore the effect the alpha had on him. He grit his teeth, fighting the pull, but the heat in his stomach only grew.

Deku took another step forward until his face was inches from Bakugo’s, and the blond felt his chest tighten. Deku’s gaze seemed softer now, with a hint of something Katsuki recognized, though he was afraid to admit: desire. And without giving him time to process it, Deku leaned down and pressed his lips against Bakugo’s, soft yet deep.

Bakugo tensed, his hands ready to push Deku’s chest, but the touch, the warmth, and the familiarity of the scent made him hesitate. He tried to resist, pride screaming in his mind, telling him to fight, to pull away. But instead, he found himself giving in, his jaw still tense, fists still clenched. Deku held him with an unexpected gentleness, deepening the kiss, and Katsuki felt a shiver run down his spine, every particle of his body responding to the contact.

— Tch, ge-get… away from me, Deku, — he muttered, not moving, trying to keep his voice steady. But his voice trembled, and he knew Deku noticed. — I… I don’t want this… don’t n-need this… don’t need y-you!

Deku smiled against his lips, those green eyes watching him with an understanding that made Bakugo uncomfortable. He let out a low sigh, his fingers sliding down Bakugo’s arm until they held his hand.

— Then push me away, Kacchan, — Deku said, his voice as soft as a breath. — If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.

Bakugo closed his eyes, pride still pulsing within him, but something stronger was seeping into his resistance. He tried to find the strength to push him away, to yell, but instead, he relaxed his hands, feeling his shoulders soften under Deku’s touch. Unable to fight the heat that consumed him any longer, he let out a deep sigh and leaned in closer, deepening the kiss.

He felt his chest vibrate, and before he could hold back, a low purr escaped his lips, blending into the kiss. He hated the way his body seemed to melt at the touch, but at the same time, a sense of comfort and peace wrapped around him. His inner omega was in bliss, practically humming with happiness as he felt the strength and presence of his alpha. He intertwined his fingers with Deku’s, gripping tightly. He needed something to anchor him as he gave himself over to the moment completely.

Deku held his face, gently stroking the soft curve of Bakugo’s jaw with his thumb, deepening the kiss with a gentler intensity, but as possessive as the moment required. Katsuki felt his body relax, his legs almost giving way, but the feeling of Deku holding him kept him steady. The heat surrounding them was almost unbearable, yet it was everything he wanted. Each purr, each broken breath was a silent surrender, and, in that moment, he found he couldn’t care anymore.

The two continued kissing, their tongues entwined in a wet dance. Deku ran his hands along Bakugo's waist, gentle yet firm, pulling him even closer. Katsuki moaned, and Deku swallowed every moan he made. He gently sucked on Bakugo's lower lip, and dove back into the kiss.

Bakugo finally stopped fighting, letting go completely, and the familiar warmth filled his chest. The anger and pride took a backseat, replaced by a feeling of surrender that surprised him. He didn’t need words anymore; he didn’t need to resist. Deep down, he knew that, in this moment, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

The elevator opened with a soft “ding,” revealing the omega dorm hallway. Deku reluctantly pulled back and held Bakugo’s rounded face with a tenderness that made him want to hate it and melt at the same time. The blond felt a shiver run down his spine as Deku looked at him with that caring gaze, something he didn’t know how to process. It was intense, unsettling, and in the back of his mind, he knew he was giving in, if only for a moment.

— You need to rest, Kacchan, — Deku murmured, his voice soft as he planted a gentle kiss on Bakugo’s plump cheek.

Katsuki closed his eyes, breathing deeply, feeling the alpha’s touch on his skin, and he realized that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fight against it. The warmth spread through his body, the familiar sensation of comfort and peace enveloping him. He opened his eyes, his face still a bit flushed, and the pride inside him was nothing more than a faint whisper, replaced by the need his omega cried out to be fulfilled.

He held Deku’s scarred hand, squeezing it with surprising strength, and looked directly into his eyes, his gaze more vulnerable than he would ever admit.

— Stay with me… — he asked, his voice coming out low and hesitant. He hated how the words slipped out almost like a whisper, but part of him refused to feel ashamed of it now.

Deku seemed surprised for a moment, but then the gentle smile returned to his lips. He laced his fingers through Bakugo’s, holding the grip firm and steady.

— Of course, Kacchan, — Deku replied, his voice soft, yet full of tenderness. He leaned in once more, planting a light kiss on Bakugo’s lips. — I’ll go with you.

Bakugo led Deku down the hallway toward his room in silence. When he opened the door, he turned to the alpha, still a little hesitant, but feeling the need burn, growing inside him. He let go of Deku’s hand and walked in, feeling the alpha follow him in, and closing the door behind them.

Inside the room, with the comforting and familiar scent of the nest he had built, Katsuki felt more at ease. Bakugo couldn’t care less that the alpha could see his clothes in the omega’s nest. He turned to Deku, who was watching him with a calm, almost reverent look. Without saying anything, Bakugo moved closer and pulled him in, his chest rising and falling quickly, his body responding before his mind.

Deku wrapped his arms around him, holding him carefully, almost as if he were protecting something precious. Bakugo relaxed against him, feeling his own body give in, finally allowing himself to feel the comfort of the alpha’s presence, his warm and steady breathing, almost like an anchor.

— I’m not going anywhere, Kacchan, — Deku said, as if he knew what Katsuki was thinking. — I just want to help you, to make sure you’re alright. And I’ll stay as long as you want me to.

Bakugo let out a sigh, relaxing completely. He surrendered for a moment, closing his eyes, a low purr escaping his chest as a sense of peace surrounded him, safe and protective. He simply allowed himself to be cared for, sinking into the moment, comforted by Deku’s steady presence by his side.

After a few minutes, the heat began to invade him more and more. Katsuki was sweating and felt his pussy throb. His pants were already soaked, and his inner omega was whining. Bakugo let go of his alpha and approached his nest, feeling the urge to curl up there. Deku looked at him tensely, with his jaw clenched. Bakugo looked down, seeing the volume of his cock in his green uniform.

With a smile, feeling a little in control, Katsuki took off his clothes, soaked in sweat and slick, and threw them on the floor, revealing his chubby body. Deku growled softly, and Bakugo felt sex pheromones being released from the alpha.

— Come here… — Bakugo purred to the alpha.

Deku rushed to him and crawled into his nest, his eyes roving over Bakugo's chubby body, taking in the sight of his omega's most intimate places.

— You're so beautiful like this. — he murmured, reaching out to stroke Bakugo's soft cocklet.

Bakugo shivered at the alpha's touch, his hips bucking up involuntarily. Deku smirked and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Bakugo's inner thigh. 

— I want to savor every inch of you. — he purred, trailing kisses up to Bakugo's slick pussy.

He dipped his head between Bakugo's legs, inhaling deeply. He licked a slow stripe up Bakugo's slit, tasting the sweet omega nectar.

—  Mmm, —  Deku groaned, his tongue circling Bakugo's plump clit. —  You taste divine.

Bakugo's head fell back against his pillows, his eyes fluttering shut as pleasure coursed through him. The omega groaned as Deku traced his fingers along the soft folds of his slick fat pussy, his breath hitching slightly. He could feel himself getting wetter already, just from a few gentle touches.

— A-alpha… s-stop teasing… — he demanded, trying to sound tough but his voice came out breathy with need.

Deku obliged, sealing his lips around Katsuki's throbbing clit and sucking hard. His tongue flicked and swirled, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he delved deeper, fucking his tongue into Bakugo's tight heat. Katsuki writhed beneath him, his back arching off the nest as he rode Deku's face. The alpha's mouth was driving him wild, and he could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine.

— Ahn… a-alpha… mnnn — Bakugo gasped, his grip on Deku's hair tightening.

“This shit is so fucking better than my fuckin’ illusions…” Katsuki thought.

Bakugo whimpered and arched his back, trying to push himself further against Deku's mouth. He was so turned on, his small cocklet hard against his pudgy belly. Below, his pussy throbbed and clenched, aching to be filled.

Izuku lapped at Katsukio's folds, delving his tongue deep inside his tight channel as he growled, shuddering with delight. His hands kneaded and massaged Bakugo's plump thighs, caressing his chubby body.

— AAAHN A-ALPHA!! — Katsuki gasped out, overcome with sensation. He tangled his fingers in his alpha’s hair, holding him close as Izu-no! Deku continued his ministrations. Bakugo’s trembling, his slick flowing freely now, making obscene wet sounds as the green haired hero ate him out.

— Yes, just like that, — Deku moaned as Bakugo panted, his head thrown back in ecstasy. The alpha redoubled his efforts, tongue fucking Katsuki's sopping cunt, determined to make the omega fall apart. Soon Bakugo was shaking and moaning incoherently, his pussy spasming around Deku's tongue as he came undone, squirting his release all over Deku's face and hands.

As the waves of pleasure washed over him, Bakugo felt his heat start to set in. His body burned with waves of pleasure and urgency, his head went completely hazy, just being able to focus on his strong hot alpha. His pussy clenched and gushed, soaking the sheets of his nest beneath him. Katsuki felt so empty that it hurt. He needed, he wanted his alpha inside him, needed to be claimed and breed.

— I-Izuku… a-alpha… — he whined, tears rolling down his round flushed cheeks. — ne-need… mnnnn… y-your knot… please a-alpha… ahn… fill… fill me up…

Izuku's eyes were dark with lust, his alpha instincts taking over as he smelled deep Bakugo's sweet arousal. He impatiently removed his uniform, almost tearing the tough fabric. He removed everything that was in his way. When the green haired man was naked, just like him, Katsuki looked at his alpha with admiration and satisfaction, purring. “ Alpha’s so big and strong! Alpha will breed me with healthy pups!”

He moved over Katsuki, nestling his hard thick cock against his slick clenching entrance.

— I've got you Kacchan, — he rumbled, his voice low and husky.

He bluntly thrust inside with one smooth motion, sheathing himself to the hilt in Bakugo's hot, tight heat. Katsuki mewled loud, closing his eyes. The green haired man groaned at the sensation, his hips snapping as he set a hard, fast pace. Bakugo’s pussy gripped him like a vice, velvety walls fluttering around Izuku’s throbbing length.

Bakugo moaned out, shooting “ah, ah, ahs” on every thrust, wrapping his thick thighs around his alpha’s waist. He could feel his heat building, his needy hole clenching greedily around his alpha's cock. Izuku's hands roamed his body, gripping and caressing every plump curve.

Katsuki's pudgy belly jiggled with each powerful thrust, his body jiggling and bouncing as his alpha pounded into him. Izuku latched onto one of his plump nipples, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive bud. Bakugo moaned loud, his fingers digging into the green haired man back, blunt nails scraping against his skin.

Izuku's knot started to swell, stretching Katsuki's stretched needy hole even further. He could feel it, hitting his g-spot inside with each powerful thrust, pushing him closer to the edge. Bakugo panted, his head thrashing from side to side. He started to spasm, his cunt clamping down on his alpha cock like a silken fist as he came with a scream.

Deku followed shortly after, roaring as his knot locked them together, pumping Bakugo full of his thick, potent seed. They collapsed together, panting and sweaty, Izuku's hard cock still buried deep inside Bakugo's cum-filled pussy. Katsuki feel asleep quickly after, still feeling his alpha cock, locked inside him, spurting cum on short breaks. His omega side purred in satisfaction.

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Days passed and Bakugo's heat raged through him more and more, his body craving Izuku's touch and knot, pleading for more of his seed. Izuku isn't much better either, swallowed by his own rut, triggered by Katsuki heat.

One of the times the heat waves hit Bakugo, he writhed beneath the alpha, trying to take him deeper, make him fill him up over and over again. Izuku's knot stretched him deliciously, keeping him stuffed full even as he softened between rounds.

Izuku's mouth was everywhere, tonguing and nipping at his sensitive skin. But the choker around his neck prevented the green haired man from marking what was his, driving the alpha wild with need. Bakugo wanted it so fucking much, whining and squirming, pleading for that mark.

With a growl, his alpha flipped Katsuki over, positioning him on his hands and knees, his extra fat jiggling with the movement. He moaned at the change in angle, Izuku's cock hitting even deeper inside him. Izuku reached around, stroking Bakugo's sensitive clit, bringing him to the edge quickly.

Izuku squeezed his round plump ass, slapping it hard right after, the lewd sound echoing through the room. Bakugo keened, his voice high and needy. His alpha pistoned his hips, pounding into his dripping cunt with abandon. The force of his thrusts rocked him forward, Izuku’s heavy balls slapping obscenely against his fat ass.

Katsuki's orgasm crashed over him again, like a tidal wave, his vision whiting out from the intensity. His pussy clamped down on Izuku's cock like a vice, milking him for every drop of cum. Deku followed, his knot swelling up once more, filling Bakugo to the brim with his hot seed.

They collapsed together, a sweaty, sticky mess. His alpha’s knot kept them locked together, keeping Bakugo stuffed full even as they rested, the omega purring happily, as he nestled himself in the strong arms of his alpha. Katsuki could feel his own cum leaking out around Izuku's girth, mixing with his slick to create a lewd mess.

Izuku nuzzled into Bakugo's neck again, sniffing at his pulse point. Bakugo tilted his head, offering himself up to his alpha, a true act of submission. Izuku growled, satisfied, and licked at the collar of the choker, frustrated that he couldn't mark what was his. He settled for sucking at the supple skin beneath, leaving dark hickeys in his wake. Bakugo shivered, his spent pussy twitching at the praise. He knew he looked a sight, face flushed, lips parted, choker digging into his throat. The perfect picture of a well-used omega. He loved every second of it.

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Bakugo's heat peak lasted for days with his body aching for Izuku's touch. His plump, chubby form is sprawled out on his nest in the dorm, his soft skin glowing with a rosy tint. The green haired man trails a finger along his curves, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. Bakugo purrs, arching into his alpha’s touch, his small cocklet twitching with excitement.

Even being so full of cum, Katsuki still felt empty, and whined asking for more.

Deku dips his head, pressing kisses along Bakugo's neck and collarbone, making his way down to the swell of his plump tits. He takes one of Bakugo's nipples into his mouth, suckling gently while his hand continues to explore Katsuki's curvy body. His breath hitches as pleasure courses through him, his fingers tangling in his alpha's messy hair, urging him on again.

As Izuku makes his way lower, Bakugo's heart races with anticipation. He spreads his legs wider, exposing his throbbing cum-filled cunt to Izuku's hungry gaze. The white thick fluid leaked from his entrance. Izuku lowers himself,  lapping at the slick plump folds.

Bakugo gasps, the sensations are overwhelming, and he can feel his heat rising even further. Izuku's growls of pleasure vibrate against him. As his alpha continues to please Katsuki, he shifts his position, pressing his own hardened hot member against Bakugo's clenching entrance. The omega whimpers, desperate for more, and Izuku obliges, slowly pushing into him. The stretch is exquisite, and Katsuki can feel every inch of his alpha filling him up again.

They move together, their bodies perfectly in sync as Deku thrusts into him. The pleasure is immense, and Bakugo can barely process the sensations overtaking him.

As Izuku's thrusts become more intense, Katsuki feels his belly start to swell, stretching with the growing volume of his alpha seed inside him. The sensation is foreign yet exquisite, and Bakugo can't help but moan loudly as Izuku knots him again and fills him to the brim, his omega extremely satisfied.

Katsuki cries out, his voice hoarse with pleasure. His chubby belly is now visibly distended, the soft skin taut and glistening with a sheen of sweat, looking like he's already pregnant. Izuku's hands roam over his swollen stomach, marveling at the sight and feeling the warmth of his own release within. Katsuki can’t help but purr.

His pussy clenches around Izuku's cock, the walls fluttering with each thrust. The combination of his full belly and the relentless stimulation makes Bakugo see stars, his body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure.

His alpha’s growls grow louder as he picks up the pace, his hips snapping against Bakugo's with a force that shakes the dorm and make Bakugou’s plump tits jiggling together. Katsuki's body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as Izuku’s cock hits his sweet spots over and over again.

Bakugo chants, his voice breaking as his climax approaches. Suddenly, Izuku’s hand finds Katsuki’s plump clit, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation proves too much for him, and with a loud cry, he squirts. His pussy clamps down on his alpha's cock, milking him for all he's worth.

Izuku's growl turns into a roar as he follows him over the edge, his seed flooding Bakugo's already full womb. The feeling of Izuku’s hot cum mixing with the previous loads inside his womb sends the omega into another wave of ecstasy, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure slowly ebb away, Izuku collapses onto the nest, hugging Bakugo, their bodies spent and satisfied. Katsuki's belly is now round and full, the skin almost painfully stretched. Bakugo looks down briefly and purrs, pleased to see that he has been filled properly by his alpha.

Deku lets a low growl rumble his chest, while he sniffs Katsuki’s neck again, right where the omega’s scent glands are, beneath his choker. Bakugo exposes his neck and his alpha grumble, biting the choker angrily.

Katsuki rubs happily against his alpha's body, making his round belly press against the other’s large, muscular body. This catches his alpha’s attention, and he looks at Bakugo's round belly. Deku’s lets out a deep purr, much more powerful than his own, and caresses his swollen tummy.

The omega purr, hoping that this heat was successful. With luck, he will come out pregnant, with his womb full of pups.

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Bakugo was in crisis. After a shared heat with Izu—Deku, he could barely process what had happened. Fragments of scrambled memories surfaced in his mind, but his inner omega was strangely quiet and satisfied, which only served to worsen his mood. That damn nerd had apologized countless times, an annoying string of “I’m sorry” and “I’ll take care of everything,” but Bakugo could still smell the proud alpha scent lingering in the air. All he wanted was to blow up the idiot’s freckled face.

— I’ll take responsibility, Kacchan! — Deku had said, with that ridiculously serious voice, after they’d finally woken up, once the heat had passed. — You can count on me!

Before he could say another word, Bakugo unleashed a blast of pure fury, throwing the nerd out of the room with a shout of rage. He didn’t want to hear anything else from that meddling alpha. As soon as Deku left, Bakugo got dressed quickly, still feeling weak but refusing to surrender to that vulnerability. He noticed how his belly was still swollen and round, looking pregnant, which only made his crisis worse.

His first destination was the infirmary. He had read in that idiotic pamphlet they gave him right after presenting as an omega, that the contraceptive injection is administered after an unprotected heat. “I’m not taking any risks because of that nerd,” he thought, entering Recovery Girl’s office.

The room dimly lit by a cold light and smelling strongly of antiseptic that he hated. He scowled, his irritation evident as he adjusted the new choker around his neck, a replacement for the one Deku had destroyed during the heat. That damn nerd had bitten the choker like it was a toy.

Recovery Girl greeted him with a knowing look, raising an eyebrow as he explained what he wanted, bluntly.

— Just give me the contraceptive injection. I want it today. — He said again, impatiently drumming his fingers on the counter. The nurse looked at him with her usual expression of concern, shaking her head slowly.

— Bakugo-san, were you attacked? — she asked gently.

Katsuki felt his face turn even redder. He clenched his teeth and pulled up the collar of his sweater, trying to hide the hickeys that the damn nerd had left. Bakugo takes a deep breath before answering.

— No, I wasn’t. — he said irritably.

Recovery Girl sighed, relieved.

— Bakugo-san, you know I can only administer it with your guardians' permission, — she replied, her voice calm and careful. — If you really want the injection, I’ll need to contact them.

Bakugo scoffed, feeling his face heat up with frustration. Everything was getting even more complicated than it already was, and he grew angrier by the second.

— Then call the old hag and tell her I want it today, got it? — He replied, his voice heavy with impatience. — I’m not waiting for anything.

Recovery Girl sighed but nodded, picking up the phone. She stepped into a small side room, leaving Bakugo alone to wait. He sat down in one of the green plastic chairs, crossing his arms tightly as he looked around.

The place was as usual: the smell of disinfectant, folded white sheets on the bed, and an irritating calmness he couldn’t stand. Sitting there, he felt each second of waiting as a test to his patience, his face hardened as he avoided looking at the door, thinking about that damn nerd’s words and the tone of responsibility he’d used. “As if I’d want anything from you, Deku.”

Katsuki ran a hand over his neck, feeling relieved that there were no marks there. But his stomach twisted in a strange way when he thought about it. He felt rejected, in a way.

After what felt like an eternity, Recovery Girl returned, her professional demeanor intact as she carried a small syringe. Bakugo settled into the chair, rolling up his sleeve with a brisk movement, not caring about the worry in her eyes. He just wanted this over with.

— Alright, Bakugo-san, — she said, taking a small cotton ball with antiseptic. — I’ll administer the injection now. Take a deep breath, please.

He rolled his eyes, impatient, but remained silent as she cleaned the area and positioned the syringe. The moment the needle penetrated his skin was brief, and he barely felt any pain. It was more the weight of everything happening that bothered him.

— There you go, — Recovery Girl said, pulling back and disposing of the syringe. — You’re safe now, Bakugo-san.

Bakugo pulled his sleeve back down, letting out a sigh of relief mixed with irritation. At least that part was resolved, and he wouldn’t have to think about what had happened during the heat with Deku. He stood up, facing Recovery Girl for a moment, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he gave her a quick nod and left the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing down the hallway.

As he walked back to the dorm, Bakugo felt a strange weight in his chest. The anger and frustration that had always been there like a shield began to fade, leaving room for something more unsettling and unexpected: a sadness he couldn’t explain. It was as if a silent emptiness was consuming him from within, something he refused to admit but found impossible to ignore.

The days that followed were a blur. Bakugo locked himself in his room, refusing to see or speak to anyone, and alone, he felt a knot grow in his throat. The anger that had once kept him steady began to crumble. He found himself sitting on the floor of his room, wrapped in the blankets that normally made him feel safe but now only left him feeling more uncomfortable. The familiar scent that lingered there, fragments of what he had shared with Deku, left him feeling even more confused.

At one point, as he stared out the window, he noticed something warm running down his face. He raised a hand to his eyes, incredulous, and realized he was crying. “Damn it,” he thought, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to repress what he was feeling. But the feeling only grew, and even without fully understanding the reason, he allowed himself to shed the tears he had tried to hold back for days.

His inner omega cried along with him, incessantly, longing for his alpha to be there to comfort him. Katsuki unconsciously placed his hands over his stomach, now flat and empty.

Each sob seemed to pull an unknown pain from within him, carrying a weight he was only now beginning to recognize. Each night, while the world around him remained silent, Bakugo let the tears flow, a quiet ritual of farewell. 

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Bakugo was sprawled on one of the floor cushions, a pillow shoved over his face, trying to ignore the chaos that had taken over his room. The night had already started off badly enough, with Katsuki forcing himself to answer the old hag, who’d been calling him incessantly since the day he took the injection.

After listening to a long rant about how important it is to take care of himself and only share heats if he was going to be marked, Katsuki hung up on her. Now that he could finally rest, for some reason, the other omegas had decided to invade his dorm and turn it into a sort of “pajama party.” He’d protested, of course, but, as usual, he was thoroughly ignored.

Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Uraraka, and Kaminari were scattered around the floor, on top of pillows and blankets they’d brought themselves, munching on snacks and laughing. Katsuki scowled, rolling his eyes at every laugh that escaped them. His room, which he considered his refuge, was now full of laughter, the smell of popcorn and chips – a total circus of idiocy, in his opinion.

But he knew that, deep down, the others were there for another reason. None of his friends mentioned anything about his last heat, but it was obvious that they all knew he’d gone through it with Deku. What other excuse could there be for why Deku had been gone for 16 days? “Screw them.”

Since the heat with Deku, he’d been quieter, and of course, the others had noticed. They insisted on supporting and caring for him, which was the last thing Bakugo wanted right now.

— Oh, so this is the hair cream you were talking about the other day, Denki-kun? — asked Uraraka, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to Kaminari, leaning toward him and taking the bottle of cream from his hands.

Bakugo watched out of the corner of his eye. “How can anyone care about a damn hair cream?”

— Yeah! — said Kaminari with a wide smile, holding the bottle with a proud glint in his eyes. — Ever since I started using it, Kiri can’t stop complimenting how soft and nice my hair smells! He keeps saying the scent is “manly” and everything!

Bakugo scoffed, holding himself back from gagging. He shoved a hand into the bowl of chips next to him, chewing with a disgusted expression.

— You’re all pathetic, you know that? — he muttered, casting a disdainful look at the others. — A whole night to talk about hair cream? Are we back in kindergarten now?

Jirou, who was leaning against the headboard of Bakugo’s bed, laughed and gave him a light push on the shoulder.

— Oh, come on, Kat, stop being such a grump! — she said with a sly smile. — It’s just a conversation. Besides, you need to relax. And don’t bother denying it; we know you’re not doing well.

Bakugo felt his face flush with irritation. “Kat again.” He crossed his arms, turning his face to the side, but their insistence was infuriating. They weren’t going to leave until he acknowledged something, it was obvious.

— I don’t need you worrying about me, alright? — he grumbled, his voice full of disdain. — You can take these creams and all this nonsense somewhere else. I didn’t ask you to invade my room.

Yaoyorozu, who was preparing a tray of snacks with the treats she’d brought, smiled at him with a calm and persistent air that irritated him even more.

— We just want to spend some time with you, Kat! — she said, her voice gentle. — You’re our friend. And sometimes, it’s good to have people around.

Katsuki looked at her, his face contorting in irritation. They were trying to help, and he knew it. The problem was, he hated needing this kind of help. Their presence reminded him of what he was trying to ignore, of the emotions he wanted to bury.

— If you’re gonna stay, then at least stay quiet, — he grunted, shoving his hand back into the bowl of chips, chewing as if he could chew away his own frustration.

The group exchanged glances. Despite Bakugo’s constant complaints, they continued talking and laughing, each one sharing stories and small confessions as the night wore on. He rolled his eyes, pretending not to care, but inside, he felt something strange: he wasn’t really alone.

Gradually, the initial anger began to fade, giving way to a subtle sense of calm. It was irritating, yes, but somehow, he felt that maybe, just maybe, having these idiots by his side wasn’t so bad after all.

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Bakugo still couldn’t believe what had happened. The old hag, his mother, had pushed things to the limit, saying that he needed to go to therapy, or she’d transfer him to another school. He scoffed, remembering her firm, determined tone. Of course, he’d argued, yelling and threatening, but Mitsuki hadn’t budged an inch. And now, here he was, slouched in an uncomfortable chair, glaring at a stranger in a room he hated just by looking at it.

He sat with his arms crossed, slouched back, his face twisted in disgust as he stared down the psychologist sitting across from him. She was an omega with a calm appearance, blonde hair tied up in a bun, her posture straight, and a tranquil look he already hated just for existing. She wore neutral-colored clothes, a long skirt, and a long-sleeved blouse, as if this whole situation didn’t bother her one bit. The room was too organized, with furniture that looked straight out of a home decor catalog, and the scent of lavender filled the space in a way he found nauseating. Every part of him screamed to get out of there.

“This is a total waste of time,” he thought, staring at the wall, refusing to look at the woman. He didn’t have anything to say here. He was just following orders. And if he could manage to stay silent long enough, maybe she’d give up, and the old hag wouldn’t have a choice but to leave him alone.

The woman gave a slight smile, apparently not at all bothered by his aggressive expression.

— Katsuki Bakugo, right? — she said, her voice soft, as if she was trying to slip beneath his irritation. — Nice to meet you. Well, here you can talk about whatever you want, or you don’t have to talk at all, if you’d prefer. This is your time.

He scoffed, not moving a muscle. Talking was the last thing he wanted to do, and as far as he was concerned, he’d spend the rest of the session in silence. The woman kept her calm expression, not looking away, patient.

— Then I’m not saying anything, — he growled, turning his face back to the window, staring at the sky like it was more interesting than this forced conversation.

She just nodded, unbothered, and continued:

— That’s fine, Bakugo-san. You don’t have to say anything. — She crossed her legs, still keeping that calm smile. — But if you don’t mind me asking, how do you feel about being here? You seem… pretty uncomfortable.

He shot her an annoyed look, without moving his head, just shifting his eyes towards her.

— Because this place is crap, — he muttered, his tone dripping with venom. — I don’t need any of this. My mom thinks I do. It’s just a waste of time.

She chuckled, but it was subtle, not mocking.

— Most people feel that way in the beginning, — she replied, her tone calm and understanding. — And I know it’s being forced on you, so I understand your frustration. But if I can help in any way, even if it’s just to prove to your mother that this isn’t necessary, I’m here to listen.

Katsuki didn’t respond, but he felt a little less angry than before. The psychologist didn’t seem to push, and that casual, almost carefree tone of hers made him feel marginally less tense. Even so, he refused to let his guard down.

She waited patiently, her gaze steady, as if there was no pressure for him to speak. After a while, she picked up a small notepad, unhurriedly.

— Bakugo-san, I could be wrong, but it seems like you’re carrying a lot with you. Anger, frustration… that must be exhausting, right? — she said, her voice almost a whisper.

That irritated him again, making him clench his fists. But something in the way she spoke, not imposing, just suggesting, made him feel… less resistant. He scoffed, uncrossing his arms and glaring at her with a defiant look.

— So what? — he growled, lifting his chin. — You think you know what that’s like?

She nodded slowly.

— Maybe you’re right. But I can try to understand, if you want. And it doesn’t have to be now. I just want you to know that this space is yours too, and you can use it however you want.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, sizing her up. Despite everything, the anger was beginning to shift into a bothersome curiosity. It felt like a small crack was beginning to open, a space where maybe he could at least try to express what he felt. Even if it was just to make it clear how much he hated being here.

He shifted in his chair, still reluctant, but with a bit less tension.

— This place still sucks, — he muttered, but his tone wasn’t as angry. It was as if he was testing the waters, seeing how much he could give without losing his dignity.

And for the first time, he allowed himself to consider that maybe, just maybe, this place wasn’t as suffocating as he’d thought.

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Months passed in the blink of an eye, but to Bakugo, it felt like he was trapped in a torturous eternity. He’d been avoiding that damn nerd with every ounce of his strength, but Deku seemed determined to be a constant nuisance. No matter where he went – in the hallways, the cafeteria, even on the training field – Deku was always there, looking at him with that ridiculous worried expression, asking if he was okay or if he needed anything. It infuriated him deeply, but the worst part was the betrayal from within. His inner omega silently cried for attention, yearning for his alpha’s touch and comfort.

Every time he pulled away, the emptiness only grew. Bakugo’s body began to resent the absence, becoming more restless and painful with each passing day. Even the clothes he stole from Deku—those shirts and hoodies filled with the comforting scent—were no longer enough to fill the space that seemed to open up inside him. When his heats arrived, the situation became unbearable—intense pains, endless nights, and blackouts that left him exhausted and weaker than he was willing to admit.

After yet another episode where he woke up sweaty and nauseous, his whole body throbbing, Bakugo knew he needed to do something. He knew his pride was wounded, but the physical need was becoming harder to ignore. So, on impulse, he convinced himself he was doing this for his body’s sake. The next morning, he got ready and went looking for Deku, determined to resolve the situation once and for all.

A little before the year ends, Katsuki found Deku at the end of an isolated hallway in the school, he saw it as an opportunity. Bakugo pulled him into an empty room, away from the curious eyes of others. Deku seemed nervous, rubbing his palm against his jeans as he looked at Katsuki with anticipation. His green eyes were wide, filled with an anxious gleam that irritated and unsettled him at the same time.

— What, you scared, Deku? — Bakugo growled, crossing his arms and glaring at him with pure disdain. — Relax. I didn’t call you here to kill you.

Deku swallowed hard, forcing a nervous smile while keeping his gaze fixed on him. Seeing him, this big, strong dominant alpha acting like that almost made him want to laugh.

— No, I’m not scared, Kacchan. Just… just surprised you wanted to talk to me. You’ve been avoiding me for a while, and I… well, I wanted to help you.

Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes. Typical meddling nerd. But now he needed to play it practical. He took a deep breath, trying to keep control over his anger and pride, and forced himself to say what he had rehearsed with his therapist.

— Look, I’m not here to listen to your nonsense, — he began, his tone dry. — I’ll be direct: the situation’s making me sick, and as much as I hate you, I need a solution. — He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking at him again. — I want us to share my heats, as long as we do it safely. No more involvement, no drama. Just the necessary. And… I need you to scent mark me once a week. That’s it.

Deku blinked, seeming to absorb each word with a look of surprise, as if this was something he’d never expected to hear. Then his face lit up, and Bakugo realized the alpha was absolutely thrilled. His green eyes sparkled, and a smile that Katsuki both hated and wanted appeared on his freckled face.

— You want me to… — Deku swallowed, visibly trying to contain the emotion in his eyes. — You want me to help you with your heats and… and to scent mark you?

Bakugo scoffed, looking away, his face heating up with the anger and shame that refused to stay buried.

— That’s exactly what I just said, isn’t it, nerd? — he growled, turning back to face him with a closed expression. — Don’t make me repeat myself, and don’t think this means you can get cocky. This is only for my physical well-being, got it?

Deku nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with a mix of joy and emotion that he was trying to keep under control, though he wasn’t doing a great job of it.

— Of course, Kacchan. I understand. I’ll do it exactly how you want, and… a-and I promise it’ll be safe! — He stepped forward, reaching out as if to touch him but stopping himself, waiting for permission. — Thank you… for trusting me.

Bakugo rolled his eyes but didn’t step back. He needed the alpha, and he knew his body was crying out for this, even though his mind still resisted. Feeling his pulse quicken, he took a step closer to Deku, his face hardened as he tried to control the emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

— You’d better do this right, Deku. Because if I have to go through another heat alone, I’ll make sure to blow you up myself, got it?

Shitty nerd nodded again, his face still wearing that bright smile that both irritated and unsettled him. Bakugo knew that despite all his resistance, he was about to give in, and though he hated the thought, a small part of him felt relieved.

With a slight movement, Deku leaned in closer, and Bakugo took a deep breath, feeling the weight of anticipation thickening the air. Reluctant but resolute, he raised his hands to his neck, undoing the choker he wore with a firm motion, exposing his swollen, aching scent glands. He hated this feeling of vulnerability, but right now it was necessary. It was a matter of physical need, and even though he despised the idea, he knew he couldn’t put it off any longer.

He heard the alpha swallow hard, and the sound almost made him laugh in irony. The damn nerd was nervous, which somehow made Katsuki feel slightly more in control of the situation. Deku stepped closer, moving slowly, and Bakugo felt the familiar scent of fresh-cut grass fill the space around them, making the air thick and almost tangible. He closed his eyes, trying to brace himself for what was to come, willing the tension in his body to ease as he prepared for the next step.

The green haired man tilted his head, positioning himself so their scent glands could touch. The first contact was a shock: a jolt of pure electricity shot through Katsuki’s body, making him take a deep breath as he held back the instinct to let out a sound. That moment lasted only a second, but it felt like an eternity until Deku began to rub their glands gently, moving slowly and precisely.

Bakugo felt a wave of bliss surge through him, intensifying every sensation. He saw stars, his vision blurred as his entire body seemed to be filled with an unbearable yet irresistible heat. Deku’s scent flooded his senses, completely overwhelming him, and a feeling of comfort and belonging he’d tried to deny took hold of him. His body relaxed, the relief of finally having his alpha there, caring for him, breaking down the last defenses he still tried to maintain.

Katsuki felt the pheromone oils from their glands mixing together in a way that was undeniably satisfying, as Deku continued with his deliberate movements. His previously tense muscles gave in, and he found himself letting out a shaky sigh, almost a purr, as Deku’s scent enveloped him, bringing a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time. His irritation and pride faded, if only for a while, and he let his body surrender to the moment.

Deku seemed equally absorbed, his eyes closed and his breathing quickened as he focused on marking Bakugo with care. Time felt suspended, and Bakugo felt as if he were floating, submerged in a calm he hadn’t experienced in ages. Though it was hard to admit, the scent-marking brought a sense of completeness, something that filled the emptiness in his chest.

Finally, Deku pulled back a little, his face still close to Bakugo’s, his green eyes glowing with an intensity that left him feeling exposed. The omega took a deep breath, his head still spinning from the intensity of the moment, and for a brief second, he didn’t care what it all meant. He was marked, and he knew that the physical relief was just part of the need that had been met.

But then, reclaiming a bit of his pride, he let out a final growl, still trying to sound defiant, though his body was already spent.

— This doesn’t change anything, Deku, — he muttered, his voice still shaky from the scent-marking. — Remember that. I’m only doing this because I need to.

Deku gave a soft smile, nodding slightly.

— I know, Kacchan, — he whispered. — And I’m here to help you. However you need me to.

Katsuki looked away, fastening the choker back around his neck with trembling fingers. The feeling of comfort and satisfaction washed over him, even as he tried to hide it. It was a truce, however temporary, and for now, he allowed himself to live in the relief he’d been seeking, saving his words for a future confrontation.

“This is all just out of necessity. Nothing more.”

Bakugo hoped that this would solve his problem at least temporarily, but of course that would be asking too much. In the middle of his vacation, Katsuki had to deal with another problem: his swollen and lactating breasts.

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Bakugo was in his room, the space around him familiar and organized, but at that moment, it felt strange, suffocating. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection with a mix of horror and disbelief. His eyes were wide, fixed on something he never thought he would see.

— What the hell… — he muttered, his fists clenched at his sides as he stared, perplexed, at his own chest.

They were bigger. Not by much, but enough to notice the difference. The weight, the shape… everything felt wrong. He reached out hesitantly. Touching them was the only way to confirm that it was real. He barely touched one, and a spasm of pain shot through him, making him recoil with a grimace.

— Ugh! Damn it! What the fuck is happening? — he growled, gritting his teeth as irritation grew with every passing second.

He could feel the strange weight, the painful pressure, and a discomfort that seemed to spread through his entire tits. With a mix of confusion and anger, he forced himself to look back into the mirror, observing every detail with growing frustration. His nipples were swollen and hypersensitive.

Desperate to understand what was going on, he gently pressed one of his chests, only to pull back immediately when a thin stream of whitish liquid shot out, splattering the mirror in front of him. Bakugo froze, his face twisted in surprise and horror.

— What the fuck is this?! — he said, his voice trembling with disbelief. He backed away, almost stumbling as he looked at the stain on the mirror, as if it were mocking him. — Am… am I lactating?! How is this…? This is impossible!

He felt his face burn, and the heat in his chest only increased, his own body at odds with him. He tried to ignore what his instincts were whispering, but he had a sick, uncomfortable feeling that it was some ridiculous natural response from his omega body, something he had tried to suppress for so long.

Without thinking too much, he pressed his chest again, hoping to understand if it was some sort of passing effect. Milk started to bead on his nipple, small drops running down the swell of his tits  to his flat belly. He stepped back, feeling his stomach churn as he looked at the liquid. It was a primal instinct he could barely process.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door broke the silence, followed by someone entering without waiting for a response. Bakugo spun on his heel, his surprise quickly turning into pure irritation when he saw who it was.

— Bakubro! He—

Before Kaminari could finish, Bakugo stepped forward, slamming the door shut and pressing his hand against the other omega's face, pushing him against the wall, inside his room.

— What the hell are you doing here, Dunce Face? — he hissed, pressing his palm against Kaminari's face.

The other omega raised his hands, fingers trembling in a gesture of peace, his eyes wide as he tried to look at Bakugo through the fingers pressed against his face.

— W-we agreed I-I would sleep here tonight… re-remember? — he stammered, his voice almost a whisper, his expression panicked.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes as he tried to understand what this idiot was saying. For a moment, his memory betrayed him until flashes from the past week of school came back. Before the holidays, Denki had asked if he could spend a night at his place, and Bakugo, distracted, had mumbled something, thinking the matter would die there.

He snorted, loosening his grip on Kaminari's face, but not pulling away completely.

— And you thought that was an invitation to come in without knocking? — he growled, his eyes narrow and his tone laced with contempt. — What the hell kind of manners are those, huh, walking battery?

Kaminari rubbed his face, unable to hide his nervousness, but he tried to compose himself, with a hesitant smile, clutching the strap of his backpack.

— Sorry, Kat, I just… just thought you had agreed and, well… — He looked around the room, his eyes curious. He stopped, staring at the white liquid dripping down the mirror, raising an eyebrow and then turned back to Bakugo, noticing his uncomfortable expression and the redness on his cheeks. — Dude, are you okay? You seem kinda…

Denki's eyes dropped, and Bakugo followed his gaze, realizing the idiot was staring at his swollen chest. He froze, expressionless, for a few seconds, then his eyes widened and he blushed, his mouth opening in surprise. Bakugo felt his face burn with embarrassment and irritation. Before he could stop himself, he took a step forward, his gaze deadly.

— If you say anything, you're dead. — Bakugo hissed, shooting him the most threatening look he could muster as he quickly turned, grabbing a black t-shirt lying on the bed.

— O-oh! Y-yeah, sure! I-it's just that… — Kaminari stammered, looking down at the floor, clearly trying to ignore what he had just seen.

Bakugo pulled on the shirt violently, yanking the fabric down as if it would solve all his problems. But, looking back at Denki, he felt his discomfort grow. He could feel the damp fabric clinging to his skin, right where his nipples were. Looking down, he saw two small dark spots beginning to form on the fabric. His embarrassment turned into pure rage.

— Damn it! — he shouted, teeth clenched as he stared at the stains. — What the fuck is this? Why is this happening to me?

Denki bit his lip, clearly uncomfortable, putting his backpack down on the floor and taking a step forward. He cast an uncertain look at Bakugo, as if trying to find the right words.

— Uh… Kat, do you really want to kn—

— OF COURSE I WANT TO KNOW! — Bakugo roared, each word loaded with impatience and frustration, his face aflame. He took a deep breath, trying to control the whirlwind of emotions that were overtaking him. That feeling of vulnerability and confusion was messing with him more than he wanted to admit.

Denki took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as he looked at Bakugo with a hesitant expression.

— Okay… Alright. Look, Bakubro… you know, right, that it's common for omegas to… um, start producing milk after sharing their heat with an alpha. The body kind of… adjusts, you know? Wants to nurture, or something like that. — He gave a nervous smile, avoiding direct eye contact. — Maybe that's it… — he finished quietly.

Bakugo was silent, still, for a long moment, his face twisted in a mix of horror and anger as he tried to process what the other omega had just said. The Kaminari’s words seemed to hammer into his head, sinking deep, forcing him to face a reality he refused to accept. His body, the damned traitor, was reacting to Deku’s presence – that stupid nerd. Just the thought made him clench his fists, every muscle tense, while shame and irritation mingled into a fury he could barely contain.

— DAMN NERD! — Bakugo growled, running his hands through his spiky hair in an exasperated gesture. He felt his face burn with rage and humiliation. — So you’re telling me my body is betraying me? It’s reacting as if I need a damn alpha for something? That I need… Deku?! — he  hissed.

Kaminari raised his hands in a gesture of peace again, his eyes nervous, clearly trying to stay calm in the face of Bakugo’s explosion.

— It’s not that you need him, Bakubro… it’s just… it’s instinct, you know? — he said, his voice coming out almost as a nervous whisper. — The body reacts because that’s the omega way… it’s not something you control.

Bakugo clenched his teeth, his shoulders rising and falling as he struggled to contain the anger and embarrassment that threatened to explode. He felt like his own damn body was the enemy. Katsuki tightened his fists until his knuckles turned white, each word forced out, loaded with frustration.

— I only shared my heat with that damn alpha ONCE, and he does this to me! — Bakugo growled, before throwing himself into his nest, pressing his palms against his face.

Denki sat down on the floor beside the bed, looking at him with a mix of sympathy and hesitation.

— Well, but… isn’t he scent-marking you? Maybe that triggered something in your body! — Denki ventured, shrugging. — I mean… your omega wants to nurture your alpha! Dude, that’s so romanti—

Before he could finish, Denki covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes wide with fear as he realized what he had just said. But, strangely, Bakugo didn’t even react to that jab. He was too tired, just done with everything. The worst part of this whole situation was that he knew there was truth in it. Every part of him, even the part he hated most, yearned for the alpha. His body, his instincts – they were all conspiring against him.

— This is ridiculous. — He sighed, burying his face into one of the pillows and closing his eyes.

Denki, who seemed to be calming down now, gave a small, encouraging smile. Bakugo, even without opening his eyes, felt the weight of the other's gaze on him.

— Look, Bakubro… nobody's saying you have to be this or that! — Denki's voice was softer now, the tone firm, but with an understanding Bakugo didn’t want to hear. — Maybe, if you can accept that part of this is natural, you'll feel a little better, you know? No one’s asking you to be different. Just… to take care of yourself. In whatever way that means.

Bakugo let out a frustrated grunt, his chest rising and falling as he tried to maintain control over the whirlwind of emotions consuming him. He didn’t want to hear any of this. All he wanted was for that weight on his chest to disappear, for this betrayal by his body to vanish, for him to go back to being himself, without feeling so absurdly vulnerable.

— Uh… you know you’ll have to face this, right? — Kaminari continued, in an infuriatingly calm tone.

Bakugo snorted, crossing his arms as he sat up, his muscles tense with frustration.

— Yeah, I know that, you useless idiot! — he growled, gritting his teeth. — I just don’t… know what to do.

Kaminari gave a hesitant smile and leaned closer, speaking in a whisper, as if the idiot were about to reveal the world’s biggest secret.

— Oh, that’s easy! Want to hear a secret? — He glanced around, checking that no one else could hear them. — I’m dating Kiri! — His mouth broke into a goofy smile, cheeks blushing as he said it.

Bakugo shot his friend an incredulous and irritated look. He’d known about this “secret” for months; even a blind person could see the pathetic way Kaminari and Kirishima acted around each other.

— I know that, idiot. But what the hell does that have to do with my situation, Dunce Face? — he growled, his eyes narrowed in frustration.

Denki shrugged, looking a bit nervous as he fiddled with the hem of his own shirt, averting his gaze.

— Well, it’s just that… Eiji and I are… well, we’re sharing my heat. — He hesitated, blushing and looking down. — And, a few months ago, this started happening to me too…

Bakugo froze for a second, shock plain on his face. So, Kaminari had gone through this too? The idea was so ridiculous that he didn’t know whether to laugh or scream.

— How did you make it stop? — Bakugo asked incredulously.

Denki blushed even more, his hands fidgeting as he seemed to struggle with how to respond.

— A-actually, it doesn’t stop, Bakubro… — He let out a nervous laugh, his face a little pale. — Our bodies want to show they’re good, you know? Heh… Like, just as the alpha wants to show he’s strong and can provide, the omega wants to… uh, show he’s a good omega. That he can nurture and produce healthy offspring…

Bakugo stared at him in disbelief as Denki’s words seeped into his mind, each one more disturbing than the last. He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm, but felt his fingers tingling as small explosions sparked from his palms. It was the only thing keeping him from blowing Denki’s head off right then and there.

— Spit it out already, idiot! — Bakugo interrupted, growling. His patience was already long gone, and all he wanted was a concrete answer to this damn situation.

Denki flinched, raising his hands as if expecting an explosion—literally. He swallowed hard and tried to continue, his voice trembling.

— Oh, right! It’s just that… um… the body… it doesn’t stop reacting, you know? Even after a while… — He cast a nervous glance at Bakugo, trying to gauge his reaction. — Actually, it’s the opposite. The more you go through heat with the same alpha, the more the body responds… and it’s like it’s asking to be marked, you know?

So that explained why Katsuki felt like crap when he shared his heat with Deku. He hadn’t been marked.

Bakugo let out a grunt, his face flushed with embarrassment and fury. The thought of his body responding to Deku in that way made him want to break something. He didn’t want to need him for anything, much less have his body betray him so openly. But as Denki spoke, it was impossible to ignore the uncomfortable truth. Part of him – the part he hated with everything he had – was yearning for it.

— Damn it! — Bakugo ran his hands over his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly. — So, you’re saying there’s no way to… I don’t know, turn this crap off?

— Actually… no, man. But… if you want, you could try to keep things under control… although I don’t think you’ll like it, — Denki replied, his voice hesitant.

Bakugo lunged at him, still in his nest, with a look of pure fury as he raised his hand, letting small sparks crackle in the air.

— There’s a way to control it? Spill it, you idiot battery! — he growled, eyes narrowed as he pressed his hand against Denki’s face, who shrank back nervously, raising his hands.

Kaminari swallowed hard, his eyes avoiding Bakugo’s, and began to speak, his voice so low it was almost a whisper.

— You need to let the alpha… um… feed… on the milk… — he murmured, visibly tense, as if expecting an explosion at any moment.

Bakugo’s reaction was instant: his face twisted into an expression of pure horror and disgust, his eyes wide as he processed what Denki had just said. He backed away, letting go of the other omega, and looked at him as if he had completely lost his mind.

— You’re telling me… the only way to stop this crap is… to let that damn nerd feed on me? — He spat out the words, the disdain in every syllable, his voice loaded with an intensity of disbelief that made it tremble. — What kind of lunatic do you think I am, huh?

Denki’s face contorted into a tense smile as he tried to stay calm.

— Hey, chill out, Bakubro! — he said, trying to sound gentler. — I know it’s weird… it is! But it’s the only way for your body to understand that it’s being… recognized and accepted by the alpha, in some way. Like… an exchange. The omega’s body starts to realize the alpha is being sustained, and then the flow stabilizes. That’s how it works for bonded alphas and omegas.

Bakugo looked at him with a mix of disgust and desperation, Denki’s words spinning in his mind like shards of glass. He couldn’t believe it – the idea of Deku, that damn nerd, feeding from him was so absurd it made him want to break something.

But, the thought of “nursing” the shitty alpha, imagining that damn nerd leaning against him, gripping his swollen chest, his mouth latched onto him, sucking down his milk, made his tits tighten as he felt his boxers dampen too. “Damn instincts!” he thought, running his hands over his irritated face.

— Well, I can say it’s not so bad, — Kaminari began, his voice still a little nervous, but now blushing. — I mean, sure, it’s super weird at first, but after… after it becomes natural. It’s a healthy exchange for both sides. The omega feels fulfilled, happy to nurture his alpha, and the alpha… he gets calmer. Actually, I’ve heard that this habit can even make alphas stronger, in some cases…

Bakugo lowered his hands from his face, casting a confused and slightly skeptical look at Kaminari. He still felt anger boiling inside, but curiosity kept him frozen in place, his face an indecipherable mix of emotions.

— What did you say? — he growled, frowning as he looked at Denki.

Kaminari swallowed hard, shrugging and trying to sound as casual as possible.

— Well, it’s just… something I heard, Bakubro, — he murmured, averting his eyes, but continuing to explain. — When the alpha consumes the omega’s milk, it’s like… reinforcing the bond. And it’s not just psychological, you know? It’s about instinct. The alphas get calmer, more… how should I say? More focused. And, in some cases, they even become physically stronger. — He gave a timid smile. — So, in the end, it’s kind of an advantage.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, trying to dismiss the idea as complete nonsense, but something about that explanation made his inner omega stir. The thought of being “useful” to the alpha, even if against his will, awoke something he preferred to bury.

— You’re saying I have to submit to this so Deku can get even stronger? — he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm and disbelief. — Like I’m his damn energy drink? I won’t… I don’t…

— Look, man… I’m not saying you have to do anything. But it’s an exchange, you know? You nourish the alpha, the alpha protects you. It’s a natural dynamic, even if it’s not easy to accept. And, well… if you think about it that way, you’d be helping him. But, at the same time, your body is asking for it too. — He shrugged, glancing out the window. — It’s part of who we are. And it’s not so bad once you accept it.

Bakugo stared at the floor, Denki’s words echoing in his mind as the whirlwind of emotions and confusion bubbled inside. He hated what his body was asking for, despised the thought of needing someone, of being useful to an alpha, and especially to Deku. But he knew that Dunce Face, as idiotic as he was, had a point. His body wanted this, and he could deny it all he wanted, but the desire was there, a burning need.

Letting out a sigh of pure frustration, he threw himself back into the nest, closing his eyes as he tried, unsuccessfully, to push away what Denki had just said. The words still echoed in his mind, reminding him that, despite all his resistance, he couldn’t avoid reality forever.

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Bakugo stood with his arms crossed in the middle of that damn nerd’s room. The environment was exactly what he expected: a messy but organized space, filled with All Might posters on the walls, shelves overflowing with hero figurines, and piles of manga scattered by the bed—which, to top it all off, had an All Might bedsheet. He rolled his eyes, trying to ignore all of that. He had too much on his mind to waste time getting annoyed at the stupid decorations in a stupid idiot’s room.

In front of him, the alpha looked visibly nervous, his face so red he almost resembled a tomato, and his eyes were wide with confusion and surprise.

— Uh… um… I-I didn’t quite understand what you meant, Ka-Kacchan… — Deku mumbled, looking at him as if trying to process what he’d just heard.

Bakugo snorted, irritation boiling as he looked at Deku. Of course that damn nerd wouldn’t understand it right away. After the bizarre conversation he’d had with Dunce Face, he ended up bringing the topic up with his therapist—though only because she insisted, obviously. The psychologist, as much of a pain as she was with her persistence, seemed to know how to handle this situation better than he did, and maybe that was the only reason he still went to those sessions.

— …think of it as a form of control, Bakugou-san, — she had said, looking at him with the same annoying patience as always. — I know all of this feels strange and uncomfortable, but the reality is that alphas become dependent on this kind of bond. They need the nourishment that omega milk offers, and it becomes essential for them. And, for the omega, there’s a natural satisfaction in this… It’s a balancing exchange. In your case, it might give you the control you value so much.

Bakugo recalled how that last sentence had taken him by surprise. Control. A word he liked to hear. The idea of having Deku depend on him… it was strange and unsettling, but at the same time, it seemed to bring an advantage he hadn’t considered before. He looked at the alpha now, trying to ignore the discomfort that crept up as he saw Deku there, nervous, yet with an anxious expectation in his eyes.

Realizing how easily he could make Deku nervous, seeing the strong dominant alpha… at his feet… Katsuki smirked.

— You’re going to feed from me, but on my terms and in my time. It’ll be when I decide. — He crossed his arms, still smiling, utterly confident.

Deku’s eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly in shock. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words seemed stuck in his throat. Those green eyes gazed at him with an almost reverent intensity, and Bakugo saw the way Deku’s body seemed tense, waiting for permission to move.

— What’s the matter, nerd? Cat got your tongue? — Bakugo’s smile broadened. — Maybe that’s for the best. Now, you’re going to learn to do things my way. And in case you didn’t get it, I’m the one in control here. Got it?

Deku swallowed hard, his face turning even redder, and he nodded earnestly. Bakugo could feel Deku’s scent in the air, the smell of freshly cut grass intensifying. As much as he tried to keep a firm expression, Bakugo felt his own body reacting to Deku’s silent submission. Was it him, or his inner omega? Katsuki couldn’t tell.

Deku finally seemed to regain his voice, his breathing still a little shaky.

— Y-yes, Kacchan… I… I understand! — He stammered, his tone respectful but bordering on submissive, which only made Bakugo feel even more in command.

Bakugo nodded, the smile still present as he took a step forward, observing Deku with the look of someone who’d just won a battle.

— Good. From now on, this is how things are going to be, Deku. You’re going to follow my rules, do things my way. And if you don’t like it… tough luck. I don’t care. — The words came out in an order, and Bakugo tasted the sweet satisfaction of authority.

“Fuck this is fantastic” he thought with a mischievous smile on his face.

— Sit, — ordered Bakugo, giving a brief nod, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument.

Deku obeyed immediately, sitting on the bed with his back straight and tense, ready and waiting. His palms were pressed together between his legs, an almost subconscious gesture of someone trying to hold back. He looked nervous, but there was also an anxious anticipation in his eyes, a barely hidden eagerness.

Bakugo smirked, approaching with slow, deliberate steps, confidence radiating from him as he took in Deku in this state. Seeing the great alpha, normally so strong and dominant, now sitting there, awaiting his orders with silent submission, brought a sense of power that made Bakugo feel stronger than ever. The room seemed to shrink around them, every detail fading away as he focused on the anxious expression in Deku’s eyes.

— Good boy, — Bakugo murmured, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked down at him, feeling the weight of his own presence fill the space. — That’s exactly how I want you to be. Attentive, waiting, like a good alpha should.

Deku remained still, his eyes fixed on Bakugo, his pupils so dilated that the bright green was just a thin ring around them. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze was full of respect, completely submitted to the omega’s command. Bakugo could feel the heat of the tension in the air, that blend of control and challenge, a silent dance over who was truly in command here.

Bakugo stopped a few steps from the bed, watching Deku’s every reaction, studying the way he responded to each movement he made. The alpha’s submission was more than he had expected, and that made him smile with satisfaction.

— Things are going to change from now on, Deku, — the omega whispered, stepping closer slowly. — And you’re going to learn to follow every damn rule I give you. And you’re going to like it.

Deku swallowed hard, his face flushing as he nodded in silence, clearly nervous but unable to look away. He was completely focused on Bakugo, as if nothing else existed around them. His intense gaze and rigid posture were proof that he was ready to accept anything the omega commanded.

Bakugo moved closer, the smile of pure pleasure still firm on his face, as he watched Deku, that big dominant alpha, completely submissive before him. The feeling of power overwhelmed him, intoxicating. There he was, in absolute control, and Deku's anxious gaze made him feel stronger than ever.

Finally, stopping in front of the dummy alpha, Bakugo sat down next to him on the bed, so close that there was barely any space between them, their legs touching each other. He leaned closer, until he was almost in Deku's lap, feeling the tension in the air like an electric current. Deku stood still, his eyes wide as he watched Bakugo's every move, his breathing heavy and irregular.

Bakugo let out a low laugh. That feeling was too good. “Fuck, why have I never tried this before?” He enjoyed seeing Deku so nervous, so attentive, completely at the mercy of his actions.

— You need to mark me with your pheromones, Deku… like we agreed, remember? — Bakugo purred, letting his voice come out soft and provocative, his eyes fixed on the alpha as he got even closer.

Deku nodded quickly, afraid of missing the moment, his face even redder, anxiety written in every line of his face.

— I-I… c-can I do this n-now? — Deku asked, his voice trembling, but filled with palpable anticipation.

Bakugo smiled, reaching his hands to his neck and slowly removing the choker, each movement calculated as he kept Deku's gaze locked on his. He knew the alpha was watching his every move, his breathing even heavier as Katsuki placed the choker to the side, exposing his neck. With a slow gesture, he tilted his head, revealing his pheromone glands, which were already throbbing in anticipation. The tension in the air was almost suffocating, and he could feel his own body vibrating, the omega inside ready to accept the mark, whatever it was.

— Yes, you dummy alpha. Now, — Bakugo said, smiling with a mix of defiance and satisfaction.

Deku swallowed hard, and Bakugo watched the way sweat made the alpha's dark green hair stick to his forehead. Without hesitation any longer, Deku leaned towards the omega, his hands shaking slightly as he positioned his own neck next to Bakugo's exposed neck.

Katsuki felt the alpha's heat against his skin, and Deku's delicious scent surrounded him, invading every sense. When Deku finally pressed his glands against his neck, Bakugo felt a wave of intense pleasure, an ecstasy that ran through his body like shockwaves. This marking went deeper than he had expected, and the direct contact made every part of him vibrate.

Alpha wants us! Alpha wants us! thought his idiotic inner omega. At the same time that Bakugo felt his body tingle with pleasure, feeling the oils of their pheromones mixing, he could feel his breasts harden a little, heavy with milk eager to be released. He felt his body grow hot, his pussy throbbing and his tits starting to leak milk.

Deku breathed heavily, his eyes closed as he let his pheromones permeate Bakugo's body. Every movement was slow and reverent. Bakugo felt every second like a victory. He was there, in control, accepting the alpha's mark, but knowing that he was the one who dictated the rules.

He was the one who let the alpha mark him, not the other way around.

When Deku finally pulled back a little, his face still flushed and his breathing labored, Katsuki looked up and smirked, satisfied. That feeling of power was all he needed, and Deku's look, full of submission and desire, was confirmation that he had gotten what he wanted.

— See, Deku? — Bakugo murmured, his voice low and full of provocation. — That's how it's going to be from now on. You mark me, but it's my way, and at my time. And you're going to learn to be content with that…

Deku, still a little dizzy from the moment, just nodded, his gaze fixed on Bakugo.

— I have one more thing for you, dummy alpha… — Katsuki purred, as he closed his choker around his neck again.

Deku looked at him confused, still taken by the fog of the marking.

Katsuki just smiled smugly, and placed his hands on his swollen breasts, grabbing them and shaking them slightly, making sure to show their weight. The alpha swallowed again, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, as he clenched his teeth.

— Aw, what's wrong? You don't want it? — Bakugo caressed his breasts, feeling a slight discomfort. The damn milk was creating an irritating pressure. — Can't you smell it?

At this point, Deku was completely red, his face and ears, even his neck. He nodded, and Bakugo could notice the change in the nerd's scent: sex. The idiot was horny, but Katsuki already knew that, from the tent pressing against the fabric of his pants.

— You'll have to ask me, and I'll think about whether to let you or not — the omega said, still massaging his breasts.

The alpha's eyes were fixed on the movements Katsuki made with his hands, around his swollen breasts.

— P-please... o-omega… — the alpha said in a whisper, his voice hoarse, without taking his eyes off the other's tits.

Damn, that sounded like music to Katsuki's ears. Feeling more confident than ever since he presented himself as an omega, he began to shift, straddling the alpha's waist and taking off his shirt, revealing the plump, milky breasts. Izuku grunted softly, without taking his eyes off his chest.

— So needy, aren't you? — Bakugo teased, flicking his fingers over a hardened nipple. — Let's take care of that.

He brought his breast to Deku's lips, and the alpha's mouth latched on eagerly, suckling the supple flesh. Warmth spread through Bakugo's body as his milk flowed freely, nourishing Deku. The uncomfortable feeling disappeared instantly as Deku started to suckle.

— Ahn… — Bakugo moaned. It felt better than he thought.

Katsuki’s inner omega is vibrating, as his alpha accepts his milk and recognizes that he can nourish. Bakugo started to feel arousal, but that didn't bother him. He is the strong side of this shit, after all. He’s the one in control.

— That's it, drink up, dummy alpha, — Bakugo encouraged, massaging his breast to keep the milk flowing. — You're doing so well… ah…

As Deku fed, Bakugo reveled in his submission, enjoying the power he held over the mighty alpha. He stroked Deku's hair, feeling his power over the other. He never thought he could feel this way, being an omega, the lowest on the food chain. But shit, not only can he be in control, he has a strong, fucking dominant alpha on his hands.

Katsuki continued to nurse Deku, his fingers gently kneading his breast to encourage the steady flow of milk. Deku's strong hands gripped his hips, afraid of losing contact. The alpha's eyes eventually drifted shut, his body relaxing as a sense of peace washed over him.

Bakugo watched Deku's features soften, taking pride in knowing that he was responsible for eliciting such a calming effect. He could feel his own heartbeat beginning to sync with the nerd's, their bond strengthening with each passing moment.

As the nursing continued, Katsuki noticed Deku's breathing becoming more shallow, his eyelids fluttering as if he were in a trance-like state. A smirk played on Bakugo's lips. Confident in his dominance, and feeling arousal, he leaned down and captured Deku's lips in a deep, sensual kiss. He could taste the sweetness of his own milk on Deku's tongue. It tastes like vanilla ice cream with caramel topping. Fucking good. Breaking the kiss, Bakugo trailed his lips down Deku's jawline, nibbling and licking the sensitive skin and, in a sudden but fluid movement, he took off the alpha's shirt, throwing it on the floor, revealing a powerful, hot torso, sculpted with muscle.

Damn, Katsuki could feel his cunt getting wetter.

— You're so beautiful like this, — Bakugo whispered into Deku's ear, his voice a low, seductive growl. — All relaxed and at peace with me.

Deku let out a soft, contented whimper, his body trembling slightly at Bakugo's touch. Emboldened, Katsuki's hands began to explore Deku's body, his fingers dancing across the alpha's chiseled chest and abs. He could feel the heat emanating from Deku's skin, a clear indication of the desire building within him.

Katsuki hated to admit it, but Deku’s body is so fucking strong and hot. The alpha is so big, his muscles so powerful and firm. Think that this body is his to use as he wants, the time he wants and how he wants makes Bakugo’s pussy throb.

Katsuki shifted his position, adjusting his hips so that his pussy brushed against Deku's rock hard cock. The alpha's eyes flew open, dilated with lust, as he felt the warm, slick heat of Bakugo's arousal, even beneath his clothes. A low moan escaped Deku's lips, his hips involuntarily rocking upwards in search of more friction.

— Patience, big boy , — Bakugo teased, his voice a velvety purr.

Katsuki's hands continued their sensual exploration, tracing the lines of Deku's abs down to his hip bones. He could feel the alpha's heartbeat quickening beneath his touch, matching the increasing pace of his own. With a wicked grin, Bakugo ground his hips against Deku's, the delicious friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through his body.

— You're such a good alpha, — Bakugo cooed, continuing to tease Deku with slow, sensual movements. — So obedient and eager to please me.

His fingers found Deku's nipples, and he rolled the hardened buds between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a gasp from the alpha's lips. Deku's cock throbbed beneath Bakugo's core, smearing precum across his skin and adding to the slick glide of their hips.

— I… I w-want to put it in, — Deku panted, his voice raspy with desire. — Ple-please, Kaccha… omega…

Bakugo's eyes gleamed with triumph at Deku's surrender. He lifted himself off the alpha's cock, much to Deku's disappointment. The alpha whined, which made Katsuki felt even more pride. The omega slowly take off his pants and boxers, Deku following every movement with his hungry gaze. When he finished, he looked at the other with a smug smile.

— What you’re waiting for, dummy alpha?

Deku blinked in confusion for a second, then immediately took off his shorts and underwear, just enough to free his hard cock. His dick fell heavily against the alpha's chiseled abs, leaking precum. Katsuki could see his knot threatening to swell. Good. See Deku like that made his arousal increase even more. He felt proud of himself to see how he messed with a powerful alpha, making him nothing more than a big puppy.

Smirking, Katsuki positioned himself above that hot cock. With agonizing slowness, he lowered himself onto Deku, his pussy stretching to accommodate the alpha's size.

— Fuck, Deku, — Bakugo groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he took Deku inch by inch. — You're so fucking big…

Once he was fully seated, Bakugo began to move, riding the nerd with a steady, sensual rhythm. His hands braced against the alpha's chest, and he used the leverage to roll his hips in a way that ensured maximum stimulation for both of them.

Deku's grip on Bakugo's hips tightened, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh as he fought to maintain control. But Bakugo was determined to push him to the edge of his endurance, so he leaned forward Bakugo's eyes burned with possessive desire as he gazed down at Deku, the alpha, spread out beneath him. Despite the intense sensations coursing through his body from the delicious friction of their joined hips, Bakugo's attention was drawn to the swollen breasts heaving above Deku's chiseled chest, jiggling together with him. With a wicked grin, he leaned down, offering his breast to the alpha once more.

— Drink up, Deku, — Bakugo purred. — You need to regain your strength so you can serve me better.

Deku's lips eagerly latched onto Bakugo's nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud as he began to suckle. Bakugo groaned in pleasure, the dual sensations of Deku's mouth and cock bringing him to new heights of ecstasy.

As Deku nursed, his hands began to explore Bakugo's body, tracing his curves and planes of his delicate frame. His fingers danced across Bakugo's flat stomach, before dipping lower to tease his throbbing plump clit. Bakugo gasped and arched into the touch, his hips rolling faster against Deku's in response to the added stimulation.

— That's it, — Bakugo encouraged, his voice hitching with pleasure.  — Touch me, dummy alpha. Make me feel good while I feed you.

Emboldened by Katsuki's words, Deku's hands continued their exploration. He caressed and kneaded Bakugo's breasts, alternating between massaging the plump flesh and tugging gently on his nipples. Despite the blissful sensations, Katsuki maintained his control, setting a relentless pace as he rode Deku. His pussy clenched and rippled around the alpha's thick cock, urging him closer to the edge with each pass.

— You're mine, alpha, — Bakugo growled, punctuating his words with sharp grinds of his hips. — This body, your cock, your knot, everything about you belongs to me. You're just a plaything for my pleasure.

Deku could only respond with a muffled whine as the alpha's body trembled beneath him. The dominance in Bakugo's tone combined with the sublime pleasure of their joined bodies sent waves of shivers down his spine. The alpha sucked harder at his breast, the rhythm matching the desperate rise and fall of his hips as he pursued his own release.

The room filled with the sounds of their sex, Katsuki's breathy moans intertwining with Deku's muffled groans as he continued to nurse, punctuated by the wet, lewd noises of their bodies coming together. Bakugo's clit throbbed against Deku's abdomen, providing delicious friction with every thrust.

Bakugo's hands gripped Deku’s shoulders tightly, his knuckles white with the effort of maintaining his pace. He could feel the pressure building in his core, his orgasm approaching with the speed of an oncoming storm. With a final, hard shove of his hips, he pushed both of them over the edge, crying out in ecstasy as his climax crashed over him like a tidal wave.

Bakugo's eyes rolled back in his head, overwhelmed by the intensity of his climax. His body shook and trembled as his pussy contracted around Deku's cock. The waves of ecstasy washed over him in a relentless tide, leaving him breathless and spent.

Katsuki's eyes flashed with pride and satisfaction as he felt Deku's cock throb within him. He knew he had the alpha right where he wanted him, completely under his spell. With a few more powerful thrusts and grinds of his hips, Deku reached his own release too.

The alpha's body shuddered and convulsed beneath him as Deku’s knot began to swell, locking them together intimately. The sensation of being stretched and filled sent shockwaves of ecstasy through Bakugo's body, his pussy clamping down on Deku's cock milk him dry.

As Deku's orgasm crashed over him, Bakugo felt a surge of power and triumph. He had reduced the alpha to a quivering mess, drunk on pleasure and utterly devoted to him.

— Good boy, Deku, — Bakugo purred, his voice honey-sweet and dripping with seduction. — You did so well providing for me, alpha.

Deku could only respond with soft, contented sighs, his arms wrapping around Bakugo's waist and holding him close while they were locked together. Despite the disparity in their sizes, Deku's gentle embrace made Bakugo feel safe and cherished. Which made Katsuki irritated by the feeling.

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That was how their relationship became established. Bakugo decided he liked that dynamic—he set the rules, and Deku, with his always eager and idiot obedient gaze, followed each one of them without question. For Katsuki, it not only brought a sense of satisfaction but also a sense of security. He had the control, and this power over the nerd was exactly what he needed to feel on top.

Deku, of course, didn’t seem to mind at all. He did whatever Bakugo ordered, always willingly, eager for every opportunity to serve him. At first, Katsuki only allowed Deku to feed from his milk, maintaining a strict routine. However, as time passed, he began to relax, slowly feeling not just secure but also… cared for. Not that he’d ever admit it, but he started to enjoy seeing Deku take care of his pre-heats, making sure everything was in order, ready for any need. Deku even started to be around in his day-to-day life, which Bakugo initially found suffocating, but gradually came to accept… and appreciate.

The truth is, Dunce Face was right: he no longer had any issues with swollen and painful chest since he started feeding Deku regularly. And that annoying therapist was right, too. Katsuki began to notice how the alpha seemed almost… addicted, eagerly waiting for each time he would feed. At first, Bakugo allowed it once every two weeks. Then, once a week. Over time, the damn alpha started asking for more. Bakugo, of course, took advantage of every opportunity, demanding that Deku beg on his knees, which the nerd did, his eyes shining, more willing to follow orders every time.

Once he felt satisfied, Bakugo established that the nerd could feed once a day. Usually, they did this at night, replacing Deku’s dinner with it. And, to his complete astonishment, the difference in Deku was noticeable. Not only did the nerd seem calmer and more focused, but Katsuki began to notice that his milk had done more than just calm the alpha. Deku was becoming stronger—faster in training, healing a bit faster from small injuries, and Bakugo knew, with a silent pride, that he was the one causing it. The nerd was growing even more powerful because of him, and it only increased his sense of superiority.

As time went by, now in their third year at U.A., the media's attention on Deku began to grow. It was obvious that journalists, and even some veteran heroes, were starting to notice the nerd’s power and charisma. He was becoming famous, and even though he was just an intern, he was already gaining some recognition. And, of course, where there’s fame, there are fans. Many of them.

Girls began to show up, and it irritated him in a way he didn’t want to admit. The silly giggles, the lingering glances, the way some of them tried to strike up a conversation with Deku in the U.A. hallways—all of it ignited a fire of anger within him. Bakugo found himself watching the interactions, his jaw clenched and his fists tight. He hated how much it bothered him, and the idea that Deku could give any attention to one of those stupid extras made him furious.

Of course, he wouldn’t admit it, but the idea that someone could try to take Deku away from him made him livid. The nerd was his, not just because he’d decided so, but because he was the one making him stronger, the one helping him grow. Deku was in the position he was in because of him, and none of these nosy fans had any right to interfere.

So, he started to act. Every time he saw one of them too close, he used it as an opportunity to reinforce who was in control. He made more frequent, trivial demands of Deku, knowing the nerd would do anything he asked. It helped him maintain control, but deep down, Bakugo knew that damn jealousy was still something he needed to master.

The nerd was rising in the ranks, but he knew, better than anyone, that this ascent was only possible because he allowed it. He smiled to himself, proud, knowing that no matter how many fans showed up, Deku would still depend on him. And that made him feel on top, in absolute control.

One day, as Bakugo left training, his body still warm from the workout and sweat trickling down his forehead, he spotted Deku up ahead. At first, he snorted, assuming the nerd was just wandering around, but soon realized the alpha was surrounded by a group of omegas. They laughed and exchanged glances, clearly entertained by his attention, and, to Katsuki’s irritation, Deku looked a bit confused, but also… pleased.

“Those idiots,” Bakugo thought, clenching his fists. He gritted his teeth, feeling anger rise like a heat he couldn’t contain. It wasn’t enough for them to just surround Deku; they had to do it right there in the hallway, where everyone could see? That was his alpha. Who did those extras think they were?

Taking a deep breath, he made a quick decision. If Deku was dumb enough to let that happen, Katsuki would make it clear, discreetly, that the alpha already had an owner. He started walking, his gaze fixed and determined, passing right by Deku without even glancing at him.

But at the exact moment he passed, he released a light flow of sweet pheromones, enough for the scent to mix with the air and make it clear who the strongest omega was. The scent was thick and sweet, enveloping, one that only the nerd would recognize immediately. It didn’t take long for him to notice the effect: Deku stopped speaking immediately, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he tried to locate the scent’s origin. He turned, clearly affected, his gaze slightly dazed as Katsuki’s pheromones took over his senses.

Bakugo smirked, satisfied, but kept walking as if he hadn’t done anything at all. He didn’t look back or bother checking the reactions of the omegas, who were now murmuring among themselves, confused as they watched Deku suddenly lose interest in the conversation.

And, just as he expected, within seconds he heard the hurried steps of the alpha behind him. Without even needing to look, Katsuki knew that Deku was following him. Bakugo stopped beside a pillar, arms crossed and a smug smile on his face as he waited for Deku to catch up.

— Kacchan! — The nerd’s voice was filled with surprise and a hint of confusion. — I… did you leave training early? I was waiting for…

— Waiting? — Bakugo interrupted, feigning disinterest as he looked at him from the corner of his eye. — Seems like you were too busy to notice.

Deku blinked, clearly confused. He looked down at the ground, seeming guilty, and scratched the back of his neck, his eyes returning to Katsuki with an expression that was a mix of regret.
— It was nothing, Kacchan! I was just talking, but I… I was waiting for you to finish training. — Deku said, his voice low and embarrassed.

Katsuki’s gaze was heavy with possessiveness. He knew the effect his pheromones had on Deku, and the way the alpha was looking at him now, with shining eyes and slightly quickened breaths, was proof that he had total control. The omega had never imagined that feeling desired by the nerd could be the best sensation he’d ever felt.

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— Oh my God, I really hope we can at least still see each other! — whined Cheeks, sitting on the floor with tear-filled eyes.

Bakugo huffed, crossing his arms as he watched the scene with a mix of irritation and boredom. Dunce Face’s dorm was a total mess. Blankets were strewn across the floor, open bags of chips and soda cans littered everywhere. Kaminari, Cheeks, Jirou, and Yaoyorozu were spread around him, forming a chaotic circle, all trying to absorb the weight of the moment.

“Last sleepover before graduation,” Bakugo thought, casting an indifferent glance at the rest of the group. Kaminari had practically dragged all of them there, saying it was “the last chance to be together.” Sentimental nonsense, in Katsuki’s opinion, but somehow, he’d ended up agreeing.

Cheeks was sniffling, hugging her knees, and Jirou, sitting next to her, was awkwardly patting her back. Yaoyorozu wore a worried expression but tried to hide it while nibbling on a piece of chocolate.

— Don’t overdo it, Cheeks, — Bakugo grumbled, rolling his eyes. — You all act like life’s ending tomorrow. Come on, everyone’s going to survive. Just because we’re splitting up doesn’t mean we’ll never see each other again.

Uraraka shot him a look that was somewhere between hurt and annoyed.

— Kat, this means we’re all going to different agencies, different cities… It’s going to be hard to keep in touch as much as we do now!

— Yeah, Bakubro, — Kaminari interrupted, shaking his head. — What she means is, like, we’ve always been together, and now… now it’s each of us going our own way, you know? It’s the end of an era.

Bakugo huffed but didn’t respond immediately. As much as he hated to admit it, a part of him understood what they were trying to say. Despite all his irritation, he felt a slight heaviness in his stomach as he realized that, in fact, this was the last night they’d spend together as a real team. It bothered him more than he’d like to admit, and he hated himself a little for it.

— Whatever, — he muttered, trying to push away the discomfort. — We don’t even know if we’re actually going to different agencies yet. But if we do, there’s nothing we can do about it, and crying won’t change that.

Kaminari let out a nervous laugh, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him.

— You know, Bakubro, you have this special talent for sucking the joy out of a moment, don’t you?

Katsuki shot him a deadly look, but before he could respond, Yaoyorozu intervened, smiling kindly.

— I understand what Bakugo means, Denki. We have to focus on what’s ahead, but… — she cast a soft glance at everyone. — …it’s not wrong to feel like we’re leaving something important behind. What we’ve experienced here was special.

Bakugo huffed again, looking away. Special. He hated that word, but for a moment, he allowed himself to feel the weight of it. The truth was, no matter how much he despised all the nostalgia and sentimentality, he knew these were the few people who truly understood what he’d been through. He knew they were his team, even with all their stupid drama and unnecessary emotions.

— That reminds me of something! — Earphones shot a mischievous look in Bakugo’s direction. — You and Midoriya have something special, don’t you? Why haven’t you let him mark you yet, Kat?

Bakugo huffed, rolling his eyes in irritation. He crossed his arms, fists clenched, trying to ignore the heat rising in his face. But the rest of the group was already looking at him, eyes wide with curiosity.

— Because I didn’t want to, you nosy little… It’s that simple! — he growled, hoping his harsh tone would put an end to the topic.

Uraraka raised her eyebrows, apparently determined not to let it go.

 But why? You two already act like a couple, Kat.

He felt his face burn even hotter at that, clearing his throat as he tried to mask his discomfort.

— That’s not true, Cheeks, — he muttered, his face turning red with both anger and embarrassment.

Jirou scoffed, giving him a look that clearly showed she didn’t believe a word he was saying.

— Aren’t you even heat sharing with him? How is that not a couple thing? — She raised her eyebrows, challenging him to deny it.

Bakugo tightened his grip on the soda can, irritated, and took a long sip, trying to calm himself.

— Yeah, but the idiot’s on alpha suppressants. He doesn’t even go into rut anymore. Our heat share is controlled. — he said in a dry tone, his voice tense as he tried to keep his composure. — So stop bugging me about it.

He shot the group a fierce look. This kind of conversation always got to him because, as much as he hated to admit it, he knew he had the desire to be marked. But letting that happen was something he wouldn’t do until he was absolutely certain. It felt like a final commitment, something that would tie him to Deku in a way he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

Uraraka watched him with a thoughtful expression, as if trying to understand what was going on in his head.

— But if you already trust him enough to share your heat, what’s so different about being marked? — she asked, her tone genuine, though it only served to irritate him more.

He clenched his teeth, eyes fixed on her as he tried to find an answer clear enough to stop their questions.

— Because it’s permanent, — he said, his voice low and controlled. — I like having control. Being marked, accepting that kind of thing… it’s like admitting that I need him, in a way that… I’m not ready for yet. I don’t want to give in to something just because society or my own body expects it from me, especially because they think Deku and I are destined! I want to do things on my own terms, damn it!

The group remained silent for a moment, and Kaminari leaned forward, smiling in a more understanding way, trying to lighten the tension.

— I think Kat just wants to make sure everything happens his way. Nothing wrong with that, right? — he said, with a carefree smile.

Katsuki huffed, but felt the tightness in his chest loosen a bit. That was it. He wanted to own his own decisions, and he knew that being marked was something big, something that required more than he was ready to give.

He settled down on the floor, trying to hide the discomfort that those questions had caused. The truth was, over time, he’d started to see the positive side of having someone like Deku by his side. It was no longer just a matter of instinct or physical attraction. He was maturing, understanding that maybe needing someone, trusting someone, wasn’t the weakness he’d always thought it was. But until he allowed himself to be marked, he needed to be absolutely sure that it would be his choice, a decision made with his head, not his instinct.

He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he lifted his chin with his usual pride, his expression firm.

— When I want to, and if I want to, it’ll be on my terms, my way. — He shot the group a challenging look. — Until then, no one’s going to make me do anything. Got it?

A murmur of agreement spread through his friends, who seemed to respect his response, harsh as it was. They knew he was stubborn, but now they understood a bit more of the complexity behind that decision. And, seeing that the topic was closed, Bakugo relaxed, turning his attention back to the soda, pretending nothing else mattered.

— Alright, enough with the sappy talk. Let’s just do what we came here to do and get this night over with before it gets any more sentimental. — he grumbled, grabbing a bag of chips and tossing it into the middle of the circle, as if to change the subject.

Kaminari, with a relieved smile, grabbed a soda bottle and held it up in a toast.

— To our last year! And to all the battles we’ve faced together! — he said, with an enthusiasm that Bakugo found exaggerated, but still, he felt something inside soften.

They raised their glasses, and, for a moment, the quiet room seemed to overflow with something genuine. Katsuki raised his glass, reluctant, but with a small hint of gratitude he’d never admit to. Whatever lay ahead, he knew this part of their story, as irritating as it was, had been important.

And, for now, that was enough.

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Graduation day came and went in the blink of an eye, quick as an explosion. The hallways were packed with people; parents, students, and teachers filling the auditorium with laughter and tears that, honestly, made Bakugo want to get out of there as fast as possible. He looked around, bored, while others hugged their families and posed for photos—something he tried to avoid at all costs.

The ceremony itself was torture. The room was decorated with colorful banners and posters, the kind of sappy stuff that irritated him just to look at. The line of parents with cameras and the red-eyed, teary students only made things worse. Onstage, Nezu began the first speech, a long-winded ramble about “courage” and “the value of friendship” that seemed endless. Bakugo rolled his eyes multiple times, but, to his dismay, he wasn’t the only one bored; even Kirishima, who usually ate that stuff up, was looking at the ceiling, pretending to listen.

The highlight—or, depending on the view, the low point—came when Aizawa dragged himself to the microphone. He was grumpier than usual, clearly annoyed to be speaking in front of such a large crowd. The room fell silent, and Bakugo had to stifle a laugh when the teacher began to speak:

— So… congratulations, I guess, — Aizawa muttered, looking at everyone with his usual sleepy gaze. — You didn’t blow up the school. It’s a miracle, considering the group we have here.

A few stifled laughs came from the audience, while Bakugo crossed his arms and huffed. Aizawa let out a heavy sigh and returned to his seat, muttering something about “finally” being able to rest.

Then it was Present Mic’s turn, who probably intended to give an inspiring speech, but his volume and enthusiasm were so over-the-top that nobody understood a word. Some of the mothers in the audience tried discreetly to cover their ears, while the students looked at him with wide eyes, some blinking as they tried to recover from the sonic assault.

Between one forced pose and another, Bakugo had to endure his mother, Mitsuki, nagging him to smile for each photo. She hugged him way too tight, loudly talking about “how proud” she was of him, without a hint of shame. His classmates snickered while the old hag trapped him in a hug he couldn’t escape. Masaru, beside them, stood still, tears streaming down his face non-stop.

When the ceremony finally ended, the room filled with applause and more hugs, as teachers approached students, exchanging a few words of encouragement or farewell. Deku came up to Bakugo, with that stupid, emotional grin on his face, his eyes still a little misty. He was about to say something, but Bakugo just gave him a light smack on the shoulder, muttering:

— Don’t even start, nerd.

Deku only laughed, clearly oblivious to Katsuki’s attempt to shut down the moment. Inko showed up, and, along with the old hag, the two of them insisted until Bakugo agreed to take a photo with Deku, without exploding.

As the hall emptied and the students said their goodbyes, Katsuki felt a mix of relief and… maybe, JUST maybe, a small pang of nostalgia. He wouldn’t say it out loud, of course. But, as he looked at the group, he knew that, despite all the drama and the tears, this was something he’d remember, as much as he hated to admit it.

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A few days after graduation, Bakugo was upstairs, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace. But it didn’t last long; he heard knocks on the front door, followed by the loud, familiar voice of the old hag.

— Izuku-kun, dear! — Old hag shouted.

Bakugo huffed, rolling his eyes as he headed downstairs, already imagining the chaos about to unfold. When he reached the living room, he saw his mom practically crushing Deku in a hug, grinning from ear to ear as if she were seeing her own son.

— Auntie! — Deku said, his voice muffled against her shoulder, but with that polite smile he always had. — I… I came to talk to Kacchan, but I also wanted to see how you all were doing. Thanks for having me.

Old hag pulled back, still holding Deku’s shoulders, and looked at him with a mix of pride and approval. Bakugo stopped at the entrance to the room, arms crossed and an impatient look on his face.

— You know, Izuku-kun, — Mitsuki began, pulling Deku inside and motioning for him to sit on the couch. — I was thinking… now that you and Katsuki have graduated, I’m sure things are going to change. I want to know: have you decided which agency you’re going to? And, more importantly, what are your intentions with my son?

The final question came out without any tact, with a sharp look that even made Bakugo raise an eyebrow. He huffed, already feeling his irritation boil.

— Tch, what the hell kind of talk is this? — he growled, crossing his arms tighter. — This is none of your business, old hag.

But hag ignored him completely, giving him a warning look before turning her attention back to Deku, whose cheeks were already red, visibly unsure how to respond. Bakugo opened his mouth to speak again but felt a hand on his shoulder; his father, Masaru, gently pulled him back.

— Katsuki, let your mother talk to him. I think she just wants to make sure of a few things.

Bakugo rolled his eyes but crossed his arms again, just watching the scene. He could have intervened, but seeing the nerd with that look of desperation on his face was almost worth it. Besides… maybe Bakugo was a little curious about the answers himself. Old hag settled on the couch across from Deku, looking at him expectantly.

The dominant alpha cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

— Well, Mrs. Bakugo… about the agencies… I-I got an offer from Endeavor’s agency, — Deku said, his voice slightly shaky as he shot a quick, nervous glance in Katsuki’s direction before turning back to the old hag. — They offered me a good salary to be a sidekick…

Bakugo froze for a second, his eyes widening in surprise. Endeavor’s agency. The damn Endeavor agency! Despite all the drama that had happened with the Todoroki family, that agency was still the biggest and most respected in the country. A top one, and the truth was, almost no one got a spot there. Endeavor’s agency didn’t offer openings; they handpicked who would have the privilege to work alongside the number one hero. Bakugo felt a reluctant stab of respect for Deku—the damn nerd had managed that before the dust of graduation had even settled.

He huffed, rolling his eyes, trying to disguise any sign of being impressed. But, it was to be expected. Even before graduation, Deku had been gaining a ridiculous amount of notoriety, and now he was heading straight to the most prestigious agency in Japan.

Old hag let out a whistle, a proud and slightly mischievous smile appearing on her face.

— Well, well, Izuku-kun, — she said, with a twinkle in her eye. — Endeavor, huh? That’s pretty impressive. — She shot a quick look at Bakugo, her smile widening when she noticed his irritated yet intrigued expression. — And what does Katsuki think about this? Does he know about the offer?

Deku swallowed hard, casting another quick look at Bakugo, clearly nervous about his reaction.

— Actually… I hadn’t mentioned it to Kacchan yet. But I wanted him to be the first to know. That’s why I came here.

— Of course you were called by Endeavor, huh, nerd? — Bakugo grumbled, trying to hide his reluctant pride. — You barely graduate, and you’re already getting pulled into Japan’s top agency. But, being your usual idiot self, you came here first to hear what I think about it?

Deku just nodded, looking a bit awkward but determined.

— I… I want you to know that, wherever I go, I want us to stay together, Kacchan. And if that means being in different places, I hope it won’t keep us apart. — He spoke simply, but there was sincerity in his voice, and Bakugo felt a twinge of discomfort.

Old hag patted Deku on the shoulder, a proud smile on her face.

— Good to hear that, Izuku-kun. Katsuki needs someone who challenges him, but also someone who understands him. And you seem to understand my son, even when he tries to hide things, don’t you? — she said, casting a meaningful glance at Bakugo, who huffed, trying to look away.

— Tch. He’s going where he wants, that’s his business. Just… — He hesitated, pressing his lips together as he tried to find the right words. — Just don’t come whining to me afterward, Deku. I won’t make things easy for you, not here, not anywhere.

Deku laughed, a nervous but clearly happy laugh, and Katsuki felt his discomfort grow, irritated by all that sentimentality. He shot a deadly glare at the alpha, who just smiled back, as if nothing could shake that irritating optimism.

— And what about my son? — Mitsuki cut in. — I want to know what your plans are, Izuku. He’s stubborn, impulsive, and has no idea what commitment means, but he’s my son, and I want to make sure you’re taking this seriously.

Deku swallowed, but a determined smile started to appear on his face. Bakugo could see the glint of confidence in his eyes, and it only made him more irritated and embarrassed.

— Mrs. Bakugo, I… — Deku paused, taking a deep breath. — I’m taking all of this very seriously. Kacchan is important to me, and I want to be by his side, to support him and… and do whatever it takes for both of us to be happy.

Bakugo felt his face heat up.

— What kind of stupid declaration is that? If you’re here to make speeches, you can leave, Deku!

Deku looked at Katsuki, clearly trying to keep his nerves in check.

— Sorry, Kacchan… I just want your parents to know I’m here for you, even when you’re… — Deku hesitated but shrugged. — Well, irritated.

Old hag burst into laughter, slapping her knee as if it were the funniest thing in the world, while Masaru shook his head with a patient smile.

— Looks like you know what you’re getting into, Izuku-kun, — Masaru said, casting a glance at his son, who was still standing there with an irritated expression. — The important thing is that you’re prepared, because Katsuki can be quite the challenge…

Deku nodded with a clear determination in his eyes, and Bakugo just huffed, trying to ignore his embarrassment.

— Alright, enough of this sentimental talk. — He shot his mother a glare. — Old hag, cut it out. If Deku wants to talk to me, he knows where to find me.

Old hag let go of Deku and stood up, smiling in satisfaction.

— Fine, brat. Now that I’ve heard what I needed to, I’ll leave the rest to you two. But remember, Izuku, I expect you to keep your word, okay?

Deku smiled, more confidently now, and Katsuki felt a mix of relief and irritation as his parents left the room, leaving them alone. He knew that this conversation was just beginning and that, as much as he tried to keep control, Deku had already proven himself capable of handling his temper.

Huffing, Katsuki sat down beside the alpha on the couch and looked at him irritably.

— Just say what you want, nerd, — he grumbled, crossing his legs and shooting a look of pure impatience at the alpha. Deku shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Bakugo’s piercing gaze as he seemed to ponder what to say.

— I just… Ka-Kacchan… do you already know which agency… you’re going to? — Deku asked, his voice slightly shaky.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, clearly annoyed by his awkwardness but also curious. It was typical of the nerd to always be nervous around him.

— No, not yet, — Katsuki replied, shrugging. — I still need to finish sending out my applications. I’m considering a few options. But why do you want to know?

Deku gave a nervous smile, his gaze wandering back to the floor, and Bakugo felt a twinge of suspicion. There was something strange about his behavior, and he knew the alpha wouldn’t just show up to talk about going to a new agency or to ask something so simple. The nerd wasn’t the type to meddle in others’ business, at least not like this. So why all this unease?

— It’s just that… I only… I wanted to know, in case we have to… — Deku hesitated, biting his lower lip, clearly choosing his words carefully. — …to separate, you know? I didn’t want us to end up too far apart…

Bakugo huffed, looking away for a moment, trying to hide the slight discomfort those words provoked. Meanwhile, his inner omega was whining, not wanting to separate either.

— It’ll be whatever it is, Deku. It’s not like I depend on you. I can handle anything on my own, no matter where.

Deku laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck, his face turning even redder.

— I just… I want to make sure we stay connected somehow. Even if we’re in different agencies. But… — He hesitated once more, looking away. — I guess that’s all, Kacchan. I’ll let you handle the rest of your applications, then. I just wanted to know…

Bakugo watched him for a moment, a growing sense of suspicion gnawing at him. Deku was definitely hiding something, and he didn’t know exactly what it was. But before he could ask anything else, the alpha was already turning to leave, casting one last nervous smile over his shoulder.

— Fine, nerd. Don’t bug me with these pointless questions. It’s not like… we’re actually going to separate, damn it.

Deku nodded, still smiling, but there was something in that smile that made Katsuki feel strange. The damn nerd was planning something, but what?

As Deku walked out the door, Bakugo watched him from the corner of his eye, the suspicion still there, but without questioning him directly. But there wasn’t time to think about it—Katsuki still had a lot to do, more than enough to worry about without wondering what the idiot alpha was planning.

The next night, Katsuki went over to Deku’s house, walking straight into his room like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was strange and irritating to think that this could be the last time he’d be there for a long time. Deku was already waiting, sitting on the edge of the bed, his face slightly red with the look of someone on the verge of breaking down into tears.

Bakugo threw himself onto the bed beside him, huffing as he tried to hide his discomfort. He cast a quick glance around the room, noticing the All Might posters on the walls, the piles of notebooks on the floor, and all the details so typical of Deku that they seemed to make him even more present there. All of that stupid decor and the smell of freshly cut grass mixed with something he now automatically associated with the nerd… it was all irritatingly familiar.

— So, this is it, huh? — Bakugo murmured, crossing his arms and looking at Deku with a mix of impatience and discomfort. He hated this—goodbyes and all the sentimental crap that came with them.

Deku took a deep breath, as if trying to gather the courage to speak, and turned to him, his overly green eyes already shining with emotion.

— I… I just wanted to say that this separation won’t last long, Kacchan, — the idiot alpha said, trying to smile, but with a shaky voice and slightly misty eyes. — No matter where we go, I-I promise we’ll stay together.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, huffing, but he couldn’t ignore the pang of sadness that hit him. He hated to admit it, but the thought of being away from that clingy, annoying alpha bothered him more than he wanted to confess. He felt a mess of feelings inside him, a mix of what he wanted and what his inner omega demanded. And it only made him more irritated.

— What kind of sappy speech is that, Deku? — he grumbled, trying to keep his tone harsh. — It’s not like I’m gonna die just because you’re going to Tokyo.

Deku let out a low laugh, quickly wiping away a tear that had escaped.

— I know that, but… I just wanted to remind you, Kacchan. We’ve been through so much together, and that’s not going to change. It’ll just… be different for a while.

Bakugo sighed heavily, feeling the discomfort grow. He couldn’t tell if it was anger, frustration, or just the stupid fear of being alone. But he knew that, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t just tell Deku to shut up and ignore what was happening.

— Fine, fine, I get it, — he grumbled, crossing his arms even tighter. — But don’t expect me to be texting you all the time or anything like that. I’ll be way too busy for that nonsense.

Deku smiled, clearly more relieved, and before Katsuki could react, he felt his arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Bakugo tensed up for a second, but he didn’t have the energy to push him away. Instead, he just closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and feeling Deku’s pheromones, which were bitter from the sadness. Somehow, that was part of him now, and even though he hated to admit it, he knew he would miss it. Not just the nerd, but everything he brought with him.

After a moment, Deku pulled back, his face still flushed, sniffling, but with a smile on his face.

— I know you won’t admit it, but… I’m going to miss you too, Kacchan. And I know you’ll miss me.

Bakugo looked away, his face turning red, and he huffed.

— Don’t talk nonsense, nerd. Just because we do heat share doesn’t mean I depend on you, got it?

Deku just laughed, a low, calm sound that made Bakugo feel a strange tightness in his chest. He knew that laugh meant Deku understood what he was trying to say, even if his words were the opposite.

That night was different. There was a strange calm in the air, a silent weight he wasn’t used to feeling. The two of them lay on the bed, just holding each other, not saying a word. Deku wrapped a strong arm around him, engulfing Katsuki with his size, holding him close, his face gently pressed against the top of his head. Every so often, the nerd would lower his face to give him a light kiss, a soft touch that Katsuki felt like an anchor, something that kept him there, despite his usual desire to avoid that kind of closeness.

Katsuki had planned to keep his composure. He thought he could just lie there, maybe sleep, and that it wouldn’t be a big deal. But as the minutes passed, he realized that the weight of that goodbye was sinking into him in a way he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just the thought of being apart for a while. It was the realization that, no matter how hard he tried to protect himself, a part of him already belonged to Deku.

Deku continued to kiss him from time to time, in silence. Bakugo stayed quiet, just closing his eyes and absorbing the sensation. As much as his body had been rigid at first, he found himself relaxing, letting the exhaustion and confusion blend together until sleep finally overtook him.

The sound of Deku’s breathing and the warmth of his body were all he felt. And, even though he wasn’t sure if it was his own desire or the instinct of the omega within him, he nestled in closer, feeling a strange sense of peace.

The weight of that night was much more than Bakugo was prepared to handle, but, for now, he allowed the silence between them to speak for itself.

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Bakugo was in the locker room at Endeavor's agency, yanking the zipper of his hero uniform with irritation. The metallic sound of the locker slamming shut echoed through the silent space. He exhaled sharply, spinning on his heels and getting ready to leave. Today would be his first damn patrol. Just thinking about it made his blood boil. Not because of the patrol itself—he was excited for that—but because he was here, at Endeavor’s damn agency.

How had he ended up here? That damn nerd, of course. Katsuki clenched his fists, feeling the frustration pulsing through his veins. It had only been a week away from Deku when the idiot called, all worried, asking if he had applied to Endeavor's agency. Naturally, Bakugo responded with whatever came to mind at the moment: no. What kind of idiot thinks the number one agency has open slots just like that? Besides, there was something he wouldn't admit even under torture: the fear of being rejected.

It was pathetic, but the idea of being turned down by Japan’s biggest agency made his stomach knot. It would be such a blow that he wasn’t sure he could handle it. And there was still that whole issue of being an omega, something he was trying to shove to the back of his mind. Worse yet, was the fact that he was... tied to Deku. He was still dealing with all of that.

But, of course, Deku wouldn’t let it go. On the phone, the nerd begged—yes, begged—for him to apply. And while Bakugo loved hearing the alpha beg, it still felt completely strange. The idiot was practically forcing the situation, which made him even more suspicious. He didn’t want to deal with it, but... he was in pre-heat. And when Deku offered to take him to his favorite restaurant as a "bonus," Bakugo finally gave in.

After submitting the application—mostly out of stubbornness and the promise of dinner rather than any real desire—Bakugo didn’t expect anything. He was ready to deal with a polite “no” or maybe even be completely ignored. But no. The damn response came quickly. Too quickly.

It was obvious. So damn obvious! Katsuki was livid when he realized that the reason he got the spot wasn’t because of his talent (even though he knew he was good enough—hell, he was number 2 in his class and he was the one feeding Deku, making him even stronger), but because of Deku’s damn fame. Of course, the nerd must have pulled some strings, used his name as influence—the beloved protégé of Endeavor, the rising star—and now here he was, with the position secured.

— Son of a bitch, — Bakugo muttered, grinding his teeth as he adjusted the gauntlets of his uniform.

The metal locker room around him seemed to amplify his anger, every sound echoing as he walked out.

— Kacchan! — Deku's voice cut through the air before Bakugo even made it out of the locker room completely, with that damn goofy smile on his face. His green eyes sparkled with pure excitement, as if Bakugo was about to do something amazing—when in reality, he was just going on a damn patrol.

Bakugo huffed, already irritated just by looking at that happy face.

“Why the hell is he here right now?” But Katsuki knew the answer. The nerd was always hovering around him, worried, anxious to see if he would do well. And even more so today, since he’d be patrolling with Icy Hot, while Deku dealt with his own problems, seeing as the bastard, even as a sidekick, was already part of the agency’s elite. And Katsuki expected nothing less. He didn’t hang out with losers.

— What the hell are you doing here, nerd? — Bakugo growled, trying to keep his tone as irritated as possible but feeling a bit satisfied.

Deku stepped closer with a smile, that hopeful look Bakugo hated and, at the same time, couldn’t help but notice. He was there just to see Katsuki off for the damn patrol, like it was some big event. But there was something else—Deku was there because he wanted to make sure everything would go well. That Katsuki would be safe.

And the omega liked that attention.

— I just... wanted to see you before you left, Kacchan! — Deku said, nervous.

Bakugo huffed, turning his face away, pretending he didn’t care, but feeling his satisfaction grow, along with the feeling of being cherished, of being cared for by his alpha, knowing his alpha made a point to show how important and valued he was…

“Damn it! What the hell kind of thought is that?” He hated when his mind did that, when he caught himself thinking like some dumb omega and feeling satisfied with that kind of thing. His damn inner omega acting without permission drove him crazy. Or maybe it wasn’t his inner omega at all?

— Big deal. — Bakugo muttered, feigning disinterest while glancing at Deku and shrugging.

Deku chuckled softly, but his eyes sparkled. He knew exactly what was coming before the nerd even had to say anything.

— Kacchan... — Deku took another step forward, blushing slightly. — Can... can I scent mark you before you go?

Bakugo felt his heart beat faster for a second, his pussy throbbing. Deku wanted to make sure his scent was all over Bakugo before he left, wanting to make it clear that Katsuki already had an owner. And Bakugo loved that like hell. He loved knowing that the nerd wanted everyone to know he was his, that he had a powerful alpha by his side, who made sure to be remembered, even when far away. The feeling was just too damn satisfying, and Katsuki bit his tongue to stop himself from purring.

— You think I need that, Deku? — Bakugo huffed, trying to maintain the façade that he didn’t care. — I’m not a kid, and I don’t need your scent to make sure I handle this patrol just fine.

Deku gave a nervous smile, but the possessive gleam in his eyes didn’t lie. He was determined to mark him, and Bakugo knew there wasn’t much point in fighting it. Not that he really wanted to fight it, anyway.

— Fine, just get it over with, then. I’m late.

Deku approached slowly, while Bakugo lowered the collar of his uniform and took off his choker. He tilted his neck slightly, exposing the pheromone glands eager to be marked. The nerd wasted no time; he leaned down and rubbed his glands against Katsuki's possessively, releasing his thick and striking scent of cedar and musk that immediately filled the air. Katsuki, as always, closed his eyes and felt himself relax, while seeing stars.

Heat took over his body and he felt his pussy getting wet and his breasts tightening. Without wasting time, Katsuki moaned softly, hearing a provocative and possessive growl soon after. Bakugo smiled smugly, and wrapped his arms around the nerd's large figure, rubbing his breasts against him. The alpha grunted, and wrapped his powerful arms around the omega, almost swallowing him with his size, and squeezed Katsuki's ass, while still scent marking him.

Bakugo moaned again, low and slow, teasing the nerd as he tilted his hips back, pushing his ass against the alpha's large hands. Deku purred—which came out more like a deep, thick sound—and continued to squeeze the omega's ass. After a while, Deku pulled away, his scent permeating Bakugo, and he felt a wave of satisfaction and pleasure. The alpha leaned in and captured his lips, kissing him, with Deku surprised him by pressing him against the cool wall.

— Fuck, Kacchan. You drive me crazy… — Deku's voice was husky with desire as he captured Katsuki's mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded Katsuki's mouth, tangling with his own.

Katsuki's body arched into Deku's as they kissed passionately. His smaller frame was pinned against the wall, utterly at the mercy of the larger alpha's strength. Deku's hands roamed possessively over Katsuki's body, leaving trails of tingling heat wherever they touched. One large hand cupped Katsuki's swollen breast, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple.

Katsuki grumbled and pushed the alpha back, his face flushed and breathing heavily. He felt his own body on fire, and his boxers wet, but a commitment is a commitment, and he would NOT be late on the first day.

— That’s enough. Now get lost, — he said in a low voice.

Deku smiled, his face a little flushed and his eyes slightly hazy. His fangs were just barely visible, sending a shiver down Bakugo’s spine. What would happen if the nerd sank them into his neck…

— Take care, Kacchan. I’ll be waiting to hear all about your patrol. — he said, handing a protein bar to Katsuki.

Bakugo huffed, grabbing the bar and turning to leave without looking back, though with a small sense of comfort. Damn inner omega.

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Bakugo walked through the bustling streets of Shibuya, chewing his protein bar with force, as if the food had done something personal against him. The evening sky was painted a bright orange, and the neon lights were starting to glow everywhere, illuminating the stores and their flashy posters. The streets were packed with people —typical Shibuya chaos— with hurried pedestrians and loud conversations echoing all around.

But what was really irritating Bakugo wasn’t the city noise. It was that damn Icy Hot walking next to him, with that annoying calm and carefree stride. The guy acted like he wasn’t drawing attention, but of course, everyone was looking. Especially the omegas, who would pass by and take a second glance, some even smiling discreetly. Katsuki could feel the stares, and it bothered him more than it should.

Half-and-Half is an alpha, after all. A big, strong alpha, of course he would get attention wherever the bastard went.

“For fuck’s sake, can’t anyone see he’s just a fire and ice robot?” Bakugo thought, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist. That was part of the problem. Todoroki either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care about the attention he was getting. Always with that stoic, indifferent posture. Like nothing could shake him. It drove Katsuki crazy.

— What the hell, Icy Hot? — Bakugo grumbled, pausing for a second to swallow the last bite of the bar. — Don’t you ever get tired of walking around like you’re the center of attention? These omegas are practically drooling, and you don’t even notice. Or pretend not to.

Todoroki, of course, didn’t even change his expression. He gave Bakugo a sidelong glance.

— It’s not something I pay much attention to. — He responded, his voice unshaken, as if talking about the weather.

Katsuki snorted, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hero uniform jacket. Now that he was in pre-heat, his uniform was special, being larger and more comfortable, courtesy of the old hag. Icy Hot was good at what he did, Bakugo couldn’t complain about that, but the indifference… the calm… it irritated him in ways he couldn’t explain. And besides, the fact that Todoroki was patrolling with him instead of being somewhere else in the city only made things worse.

— Shit, I should’ve gone alone. I don’t need a babysitter, least of all you.

Todoroki raised an eyebrow but kept his tone unchanged.

— Do you think I chose this? It wasn’t my idea to patrol with you today.

Katsuki stopped walking for a second, narrowing his eyes at the idiot alpha.

— Hah? Then why are you here, huh? If you didn’t want to, why the hell are you glued to me, Icy Hot?

Todoroki shrugged, continuing to walk.

— Midoriya insisted.

The name rang like a bell in Katsuki’s head, and he nearly stopped in the middle of the street. Deku. Of course, that damn nerd had something to do with this. Always him. Bakugo clenched his fists, trying to hold back the wave of irritation that surged through his body. Why the hell was Deku always getting involved in his business?

— What do you mean? — Bakugo growled, his tone sharp. — What the hell does Deku have to do with this?

Todoroki paused for a moment, glancing sideways, his face expressionless.

— Midoriya wanted to make sure you’d be with someone reliable on your first patrol. He said it would be a good idea for us to patrol together. I’m only here because he asked.

The anger Bakugo already felt intensified instantly. That damn nerd had interfered again. He knew Deku cared about him, but this… this was too much. As if he needed someone to hold his hand on patrol. Pathetic. And the worst part was that, deep down, a small part of him felt satisfied knowing that Deku wanted him to be safe. Especially with an alpha he could trust for that.

And because that damn Half-and-Half was already bonded with Yaoyorozu.

— That nerdy bastard! — Bakugo shouted, kicking a small can on the ground, sending it flying far away. — Who the hell does he think he is? Does he think I can’t patrol alone? Goddamn it!

Todoroki didn’t respond immediately, just observed Bakugo with his calm gaze, waiting for him to release all his frustration before saying anything.

— He just wanted to make sure you were okay, Bakugo. — Todoroki said, unshaken. — I don’t think he doubts your abilities. In fact, he trusts you a lot.

“Trusts my ass.” Bakugo gritted his teeth, the frustration coursing through him like an electric current. And with that, his omega side began to get on his nerves.

Alpha always trusted us. Always!

Katsuki closed his eyes, jaw clenched. Damn it, he agreed with his omega. He believed Deku was just being a damn possessive alpha. And that only made everything more confusing.

He bit his tongue, trying to ignore the fact that his inner omega was pleased to know that his alpha cared so much. And Bakugo was also pleased.

— Fine, whatever, — he grumbled, starting to walk quickly again, fists clenched. — Let’s just get this damn patrol over with.

As they walked through the neon-lit streets of Shibuya, the glow of the lights reflecting off the shop windows, Katsuki couldn’t shake the feeling that, no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up in Deku’s shadow somehow. And that irritated him… and, deep down, in a way that was still hard to admit, it also relieved him.

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Katsuki got home late that night, feeling the weight of the intense patrol on his body. Every muscle seemed to complain as he forced his last steps down the hallway. He unlocked the door and pushed it open with his shoulder, already thinking about how he would crash into bed as soon as he walked in. But the sight that greeted him made him pause for a second.

Deku was sprawled out on the couch, sleeping like a damn baby, spread out as if he owned the place – which, technically, he did – and, to make things worse, it seemed like he had been waiting for Bakugo. His breathing was calm, chest rising and falling, with the low sound of the news channel playing on the TV. It was almost funny to see a dominant alpha, as big as he was, sleeping so peacefully like that.

And it showed something else to the omega: the power of the alpha. No one would be crazy enough to invade Deku’s domain. Bakugo felt calm and protected because of that, which was ridiculous.

— Damn alpha... — Katsuki muttered to himself as he kicked the door shut and quickly pulled off his shoes in the genkan . The thud of the shoes echoed on the floor, but it didn’t wake the nerd. The truth was, Bakugo was irritated. Irritated by the patrol, by the work, and, of course, by the fact that he was temporarily living here, in Deku’s apartment.

When the offer came, Katsuki didn’t have much time to think. He was called to Tokyo at the last minute, and there wasn’t enough time to find his own place. Deku, of course, was prepared for everything, and casually suggested that Katsuki stay with him, “just until he found another place.” What seemed like a practical idea at first quickly revealed itself to be a much more well-thought-out plan than Bakugo cared to admit.

What really caught Katsuki’s attention in the first few days was how the damn nerd already had everything perfectly arranged for two. Two bedrooms – of course – but more than that, the whole apartment was set up for two. Double utensils, too much space, even kitchen items that clearly hadn’t been bought just for him. It was as if Deku had been planning this for a while. And that idea irritated Bakugo to the core. Not because it was uncomfortable, but because a part of him knew it made him more… comfortable than it should.

— Damn alpha... — Katsuki grumbled again, this time louder, running a hand through his messy hair as he made his way to the center of the room.

Deku, as usual, seemed to have some kind of internal radar for any movement he made, because the second he got closer, the nerd woke up. He yawned, stretching on the couch like a lazy cat, and gave a half-asleep smile as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

— Okaeri, Kacchan! — he said, his voice still heavy with sleep but with that damn soft tone that always stirred something inside Bakugo. — I left your dinner in the fridge.

Of course he did. Bakugo snorted, crossing his arms as he looked at Deku, feeling the heat rise in his face that always came when the nerd tried to be all helpful. That stupid, lazy smile, the tone of someone happy to see him. Katsuki bit his cheek to stop himself from purring.

— Tch, I didn’t ask for anything, you idiot nerd! — Bakugo muttered, heading straight for the kitchen that was connected to the living room, but not before casting one last glance at Deku. He tried to ignore the way his stomach tightened, his damn inner omega satisfied to have someone waiting for him, above all, his alpha taking care of him.

He opened the fridge, and there it was, the food, perfectly packaged and ready to be heated up. Of course Deku had left everything ready. Damn thoughtful alpha. Katsuki grabbed the plate, threw it in the microwave, and stared at the machine as it turned, trying to ignore the thoughts that were slowly taking up space in his head.

The truth was, no matter how hard he fought it, he was starting to accept his feelings – well, something, at least. The problem was, he still didn’t know exactly what to do with them. He was confused as hell, but the worst part was that, more and more, he found himself... liking it. The way Deku took care of him, the almost irritating concern the nerd showed in every detail. And that pissed him off.

But there he was. Sharing an apartment. Sleeping under the same roof. Eating the food the alpha had left ready. All the while, his damn inner omega was more satisfied than ever, purring with the attention.

When the microwave beeped, Bakugo grabbed the plate and went back to the living room, finding Deku still there, on the couch, the lazy smile still present. Katsuki sat at the table, his back to Deku, and began to eat, chewing forcefully, trying to take out his irritation on the food.

— You should go to bed, Deku. — he said without turning his head. — Tomorrow’s another shitty day, and you’re still playing babysitter.

Deku chuckled softly, the gentle sound filling the silence.

— I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Kacchan. — he said, with no trace of malice. — I worry about you.

That simple sentence made Bakugo pause for a second, his fork halfway between the plate and his mouth. He took a deep breath, trying not to overreact, but biting his cheek again, holding back the purr that threatened to escape.

— Tch, I’m fine. — he said, going back to eating faster, trying to end the conversation.

As Bakugo chewed his food, he felt the irritation growing inside him. Each bite seemed to carry more than just the weight of a meal. It was like he was swallowing all the shit he’d been bottling up for the past few weeks. The damn comfort, the fact that he was here, accepting that care… “Accepting?! What the hell was that?”

He wasn’t the type to accept anything, much less from Deku. He slammed the fork down harder on the plate than he intended, the sound echoing through the room. His chest was starting to fill with that familiar frustration, and he felt the heat of anger rising up his spine. He could no longer ignore the damn feeling of submission that surrounded him. No matter how much he fought it, something inside him was giving in, and he hated it. Hated it so damn much.

— Why are you doing this? — the question came out as a growl, cutting through the silence.

Deku, still sitting on the couch, turned to look at Bakugo, surprised.

— Doing what, Kacchan? — he asked, his voice calm and confused.

Bakugo let out a frustrated sigh, dropping the fork onto the plate and turning to face Deku with an irritated expression. His eyes sparkled with anger as he tried to control the rage boiling inside him.

— All this shit! — he burst out, his voice rising more than he intended. — Letting me live here, cooking for me, marking me with your damn pheromones when I go out on patrol! I’m not blind, Deku. I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re trying to keep me close, playing the possessive alpha!

Deku blinked, visibly caught off guard, but didn’t say anything right away. He opened his mouth to speak, but Bakugo continued, not giving him a chance to respond.

— And don’t think I don’t know you pulled strings to get me into Endeavor’s damn agency! — Bakugo stood up from the chair, crossing his arms as he glared at him with fury in his eyes. — You think I’m stupid, nerd? I know it wasn’t just because I’m good that they called me. You stuck your nose where it didn’t belong, like always!

Deku got up from the couch, still calm but now with a serious expression on his face.

— Kacchan… — he started, his voice low and controlled. — I just wanted to help you. You deserved that spot, even without my interference. I just... sped things up. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Bakugo snorted, taking a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides.

— Okay?! You mean I can only be “okay” by your side, you damn nerd? — he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. — I don’t need you helping me, damn it! I don’t need a babysitter, I don’t need some damn alpha thinking he can control me. You’re always doing this, Deku! Always trying to “help,” always surrounding me with this damn attention!

Deku frowned, finally looking irritated, but still keeping control.

— It’s not about controlling you, Kacchan! — he replied, his voice firm now, but not aggressive. — I just care about you, that’s all! Why is it so hard to understand that I just want you to be safe and okay?

Bakugo let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking his head.

— Care about me? — he said, feeling the anger pulsing through him. — That’s just an excuse, and you know it. You just want to mark your territory, Deku! You want to make sure no one else gets close! And you know what’s worse? That, somehow, it’s working! — he exploded, his voice now full of frustration as he punched the wall next to the table, making a dull thud. — I’m here, eating your food, living in your apartment, and my damn omega is satisfied with it! Satisfied with you surrounding me in every possible way and it’s pathetic! I’m Katsuki Bakugo, damn it! I shouldn’t depend on anyone, least of all you!

Deku took a step forward, his serious expression now turning into something firmer.

— You don’t depend on me, Kacchan. — he said in a low voice. — I know you’re strong, I know you can take care of yourself. But I’m here because I want to be. Not because you need me, but because I want to be by your side. I respect you, Kacchan. More than anything. But I won’t apologize for wanting to protect you, because that’s what alphas do. And I’m your alpha. Whether you like it or not.

Bakugo felt the blood rush to his head at those words, and everything inside him screamed to react, to fight, to resist that. But Deku’s words hit him in a way he didn’t expect. He wanted to respond, wanted to scream back, but... something inside him hesitated. Deku was right.

Damn it.

— My alpha, huh? — Bakugo muttered sarcastically, his only weapon left. — Who said I want that?

Deku looked straight into Bakugo’s eyes, not looking away.

— You don’t need to say it, Kacchan. Your body already speaks for you.

Bakugo felt the frustration rise like bubbling lava inside him. Every word Deku said seemed to feed the fire he was trying to contain. The words "your alpha" echoed in his mind like a damn sentence, and all he wanted to do was crush that feeling, erase any trace of submission that his body insisted on accepting. He wasn’t anyone’s property. Not Deku’s, not anyone’s. And the fact that his body reacted to the damn alpha, that his inner omega was practically purring in satisfaction at every one of Deku’s gestures… it was unbearable.

— Hah! — Bakugo roared, standing up abruptly, his entire body shaking with rage. — You’re so full of yourself, Deku! Just because I’m here, eating your damn food and living temporarily in your stupid apartment, doesn’t mean you can control what I do!

With every word, Bakugo felt the pressure building inside him, his anger morphing into a visceral need to attack. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. His whole body screamed in frustration, and the only way to relieve it would be to let loose. He took a step forward, fists clenched, breathing heavily.

— You think you’re my alpha, huh? Think you have any control over me? — he growled, his tone dripping with contempt. — Well, I’ll show you I’m not the damn submissive omega you want me to be!

Deku furrowed his brow, finally seeming to lose his patience. He had always tried to remain calm, to control the situation with patience and care. But now, his limit was wearing thin. Bakugo charged forward, the rage inside him exploding like an electric current. He threw a punch at Deku, without thinking, guided only by the impulse to lose control and break that feeling of submission. He wasn’t going to be controlled.

However, before the punch could land, something changed. Deku didn’t move, didn’t dodge, didn’t counterattack. Instead, he stood his ground and, for the first time, used a different tone, a command Bakugo had never heard before.

— Stop.

Deku’s voice rang out like a wave of force that immediately ran through Bakugo’s body. He felt his legs freeze, the muscles in his arms instantly paralyze. It was as if his body had been taken over by a control he could no longer command. His breath caught in his throat, eyes wide with shock and surprise. He tried to move, but couldn’t. His whole body obeyed. He stood there, frozen in place, the punch he was about to throw stopped mid-air.

And at that moment, reality hit him like a heavy blow. The command voice. That only worked with marked mates. Katsuki couldn’t believe it. They hadn’t even completed the formal bond, but the fact that Deku had been able to use it… could only mean one thing.

They were truly fated pairs.

Katsuki felt a bitter realization coursing through his body, like an electric current running through every part of him. He tried to move, tried to fight against it, but Deku’s command held him still. And more than anything else, that made him feel powerless.

— What... — Bakugo tried to speak, his voice trembling with restrained fury. — How did you...?

Deku took a deep breath, his patience finally wearing thin. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on Bakugo’s, with an intensity the omega had never seen before. The glow in Deku’s green eyes was serious and angry. For the first time, he wasn’t trying to be gentle. Deku was finally making it clear that he also had a limit.

— Kacchan... — Deku began, his voice dangerously low. — I’ve tried. I’ve tried in every way to be patient with you. To respect your space, not to pressure you. But you need to stop fighting this! We both know what’s going on here. You’re not weak for being by my side. You’re not submitting to anything. But I am your alpha, Kacchan. And you know that. You just don’t want to admit it.

Katsuki tried to speak, but his throat was tight. He wanted to scream, wanted to explode, but Deku’s words were hitting him like blows. Each sentence penetrated deeper, stripping away layers of his resistance, one by one.

— I’ve always been by your side, Kacchan, ever since we were kids. I respect you more than anyone. — Deku continued, the frustration now visible in his eyes. — But I’m not going to pretend this isn’t happening anymore. I’m your alpha, and you’re my omega. This isn’t about control or power. It’s about us, about who we are.

Katsuki felt the weight of those words, sweat dripping down his forehead as he struggled to keep control of himself. His body was still frozen by the command voice, but his mind was a mess of emotions. Anger, frustration, fear. And amidst all of that, a bitter feeling of acceptance that he could no longer ignore.

— You... you can't control me... — he murmured, his voice hoarse, but without the same conviction as before.

Deku shook his head, his voice soft now, but still firm.

— It's not about control, Kacchan. It never was. It's about trust. And you know that. You're just so scared to admit that you have someone by your side who can protect you, take care of you, that you'd rather fight with everyone.

Katsuki felt the lump in his throat tighten, Deku's words echoing in his head. He was right. Damn it, Deku was right, and that only made everything worse. He wanted to fight, he wanted to break free, but... something inside him knew that it was already decided.

They were a pair, marked or not.

And now, he had no way of running from it.

— I… I'm not… — he began, but his voice failed, and the anger he was trying to hold onto mixed with frustration as his eyes filled with tears.

Deku, on the other hand, was no longer willing to hear excuses. For the first time, he seemed to be genuinely angry. Really angry. He wasn’t the patient and careful Deku as usual. The light in his eyes now was of someone who was tired of trying.

— Yes, you are, Kacchan! — Deku shouted, his words cutting through the air like blades. — I am your alpha, and you are my omega! It's always been that way! And you know it, even if you try to deny it!

Katsuki tried to move, but he still felt the effect of Deku's command on his body. The words kept echoing in his head, and he felt the control slipping through his fingers. The internal battle he had been fighting for so long was falling apart, and that terrified him. He wanted to scream, wanted to keep denying it, but… he couldn’t anymore.

Deku stepped forward, the fury in his gaze was something Bakugo rarely saw. He looked more than just angry — he was disappointed.

— Do you know why I've always been around, Kacchan? — Deku began, his voice firmer now, but loaded with something deeper. — Because from the beginning, I've always taken care of you. Even when you didn’t see it. Even when you didn’t want to see it. I learned how to cook so I could feed you, so I could provide for you, especially during your damn pre-heat period, when you're even more demanding than you already are! — Deku ran a hand through his rebellious green hair, clearly frustrated. — I was the one who insisted that Kaminari help you whenever he could. You think he stayed close just to be friendly? No! I always asked him to make sure you wouldn’t be alone!

Katsuki felt a pang in his chest with those words, as if everything he thought he knew was being dismantled. He had always believed he was in control of his own life, but now he was starting to realize that Deku had always been there, in the shadows, making sure he didn’t notice.

— And do you know why you never had to deal with prejudice for being an omega? — Deku continued, his tone laced with anger. — Because I kept other alphas away from you! I always marked you, always kept your pheromones mixed with mine to make sure no one would get close to you! I've been doing that since we both presented, Kacchan!

The words hit Bakugo like a storm. Each one revealed a truth he wasn’t ready to face, but that was there, bare and raw. Deku had always been in control. Always taking care of him. Always making sure he was safe, protected.

— And I left my clothes marked with my pheromones, did you know that? — Deku continued, his eyes now carrying something more than just anger. There was pain there, a deep pain. — I left them ready for you to take whenever you wanted in the locker room, so you could smell me and calm down, and you always took them. Always, Kacchan. And don't even try to deny that.

“Deku has always been behind everything.”

— Damn it, Deku... — he murmured, his voice trembling, hot tears running down his cheeks.

Deku took the final step, now face-to-face with Bakugo, his eyes locked on his, without any hesitation. Bakugo's breathing was quick, and he felt his heart hammering in his chest.

Deku leaned slightly forward, getting even closer, and with a low, firm voice, but filled with undeniable power, he said:

— I am your alpha, Kacchan. I always have been. And you are my omega. It doesn’t matter how much you try to deny it. It doesn’t matter how much you fight against it. I. AM. YOUR. ALPHA. — he said, growling, with clenched teeth.

And, instantly, upon seeing the other’s show of power and dominance, Katsuki tilted his head to the side, exposing his jugular to the alpha. He was defeated. Not by Deku, but by himself. By his own body, by his own heart. The battle he had been fighting for so long, against his feelings, against his inner omega, had finally ended.

And, for the first time, Katsuki felt the weight of what it meant to be part of something bigger. To be cared for. To be loved. But this acceptance did not come without pain.

Deku watched Bakugo for a moment, his green eyes still fixed on him, while Katsuki remained in his submissive posture. But the alpha didn’t seem satisfied with that. Finally, with a long sigh, Deku made a gesture with his hand, releasing him from the command.

Katsuki felt control slowly returning, as if his body was coming out of paralysis, and he collapsed to his knees on the ground with a dull thud. The omega kept his gaze on the floor, his tears falling silently, too afraid to lift his head and look at the alpha in front of him, like the coward he was.

Deku, on the other hand, was visibly irritated. Not the same kind of irritation as before, but something deeper, exhausted from fighting the obvious. He ran a hand over his freckled face, taking a deep breath before speaking.

— Alright… so listen, Kacchan. — He began, his tone firm and less aggressive than before. — I’m going to stop taking my rut suppressants.

Katsuki lifted his eyes slightly, just enough to glance at Deku from the corner of his eye, but still too afraid to look at him directly. His heart skipped a beat with that statement, but he said nothing. He just remained silent, too confused and overwhelmed to respond.

Deku continued, knowing he wouldn’t get an immediate answer.

— One for All burns through the effect of the suppressants too quickly. I was already taking a really high dosage, and now my doctor said I need to stop altogether. There’s no point in taking something that doesn’t last long. — He took a step back, trying to give Bakugo some space, but his presence was still overwhelming. — I just thought you’d want to know that.

Katsuki remained silent. The confusion that had been just about his own feelings was now mixed with this new information. Deku was going to stop taking the suppressants. That meant things were going to change. That damn nerd would be in rut soon, and Katsuki didn’t know how to process that. His inner omega was already reacting, eager, as if it knew what that meant. But Katsuki… he just wasn’t ready. Not now.

Deku let out another sigh, this time more controlled. He realized there was nothing more to say, that forcing something in that moment would only make things worse.

— I’ll leave you alone now, Kacchan. I think you need some time to… process everything.

Deku took a few steps back, slowly distancing himself. Before leaving, he stopped at the door of his room, casting one last look at Katsuki.

— Oyasumi, Kacchan. — He said in a lower tone.

The door closed with a soft click, leaving the room silent. Bakugo stayed there, his gaze fixed on the floor. The apartment was steeped in a strange calm, as if the air was stuck, waiting for something. But Katsuki… he just couldn’t react. He was exhausted. Exhausted from fighting his own feelings, from battling his own mind, from trying to deny what his body and his instincts had known for so long.

His inner omega was crying. He felt it intensely, almost physically. His chest tightened with a feeling of emptiness, a deep sadness that tore him apart inside.

Alpha is gone. Alpha left us alone.

All his body wanted was the warmth and comfort of Deku’s presence by his side, to feel complete.

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A few weeks had passed since that damn argument with Deku. Bakugo was in his apartment, lying around in his room, “enjoying” the first day of his forced break before his heat. He was wearing loose, comfortable clothes, his body already gearing up to enter that damn phase again. Every muscle felt heavier, and the rising heat was making him restless. The discomfort was starting to settle in, but he still had some control. For now.

To help matters, the damn alpha bastard hadn't nursed his milk, which left his breasts swollen and sore, and now more so than ever. This forced Bakugo to try, using his own methods, to 'drain' the milk from his breasts. He had tried to do it in the bathroom, squeezing his nipples, but this only made his breasts even more sore. His tits were as stubborn as he was. As if in retaliation, he began to lactate even more.

This forced Katsuki to buy pumps to extract his milk. Every night, the omega did this in his room, filling six cups in total. Bakugo was so furious that he thought about throwing all the milk away, but that would be a waste of work. So, he left the cups full of milk in the fridge. The next day, he was surprised to see the empty cups on top of the sink.

Damn alpha.

He and the nerd hadn’t exchanged more than a few words since that night. No real conversation, no confrontation. But despite the silence, Deku kept taking care of him in that irritating way. Every time Bakugo opened the fridge, he found prepared meals, perfectly balanced, the damn alpha already knew exactly what he would need. And honestly, Bakugo was too tired to fight it. He accepted it, eating without complaining, without having to worry about cooking anything.

The break from work came on a silver platter too. He didn’t even need to ask. The answer was there before he even thought to mention it. Of course, Deku had taken care of it, requesting the time off for his heat without even consulting Bakugo. And, like before, Katsuki just accepted it. The idea of dealing with bureaucracy or justifying the break seemed unbearable, so he just let it happen.

Now, he was lying in bed, surrounded by the nest he had spent hours arranging. Soft blankets, layered pillows, and, of course, Deku's clothes were scattered around, filling the room with a scent his body immediately recognized. It made him feel comfortable and safe.

Bakugo curled up more comfortably, feeling at ease with his own body, now chubby from the pre-heat. It was as if the extra weight protected him from the chaos in his own mind. Katsuki was still… hurt by Deku, mostly because he had used his command voice on him. But, he could understand it, even that: Deku had no other choice. He had always pushed the nerd to his limits; it wouldn’t be fair to complain now. Besides, he found it… attractive how Deku looked when he was angry. A strong, vigorous alpha.

Damn, the heat was messing with his head.

He was holding his phone, texting Kaminari, trying to distract his mind from the growing heat that was starting to take over. Since graduation, the two hadn’t met, but it seemed like a lot had changed.

Dunce Face: My last heat was last week, and Kiri and I finally marked each other!

Bakugo frowned, rolling his eyes but kept reading.

Dunce Face: Dude, it was the best feeling of my life!

He scoffed but with a small, crooked smile. Kaminari had always been a sentimental idiot, he’d known that since their first year at U.A., but somehow, it was nice to see the other omega’s enthusiasm. Even though he’d never admit it out loud, it was interesting to hear the perspective of someone who had finally marked their alpha.

Dunce Face: You have no idea, Bakubro! It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe... it’s like you’re finally complete, you know? When Kiri marked me, it was like the whole world got clearer. I felt more... free, but at the same time, so damn protected.

Dunce Face: And the feeling when he bit me… man, that was paradise, I died and came back.

He could almost picture how sappy Kaminari was as he wrote that, but for some reason, the words hit him harder than he expected. He knew his inner omega, the one he had been ignoring for weeks, was paying way too much attention to this.

Dunce Face: And the best part is, it’s such a good exchange, man. I know he takes care of me, but I also take care of him. We feel more connected, you know? Like, damn, it feels like I’ve always been a part of him, and he’s always been a part of me. I’ve never felt so protected and loved like this before. It’s an insanely good feeling.

Bakugo snorted loudly this time, his lip twisting into a more pronounced scowl. Protected and loved? Damn, that was too much even for Kaminari. But Katsuki’s inner omega knew exactly what the other idiot was talking about, and it was eager to experience it.

He glanced around the room, Deku’s clothes scattered in the nest. His scent was embedded in everything, and the worst part was, even though he didn’t want to admit it, it made him feel better. Calmer. Safer. It was something his body recognized, something his inner omega longed for. And even though his mind resisted, he knew the heat was approaching fast, and soon, his control over himself would be hanging by a thread.

GEMGD: You idiot, is it true that Deku forced you to befriend me?

Okay, maybe he was already losing control.

In Kaminari’s contact, he could see the bastard typing and erasing nonstop. The little icon kept flashing and disappearing repeatedly, like he was carefully choosing his words. The silence between messages made Bakugo’s head throb.

Finally, after a few long minutes, the reply came.

Dunce Face: It’s true that Midoriya asked me to stick around you and give you support, but I did it because I wanted to!

Dunce Face: We were the only male omegas, and I always told you we should have each other’s backs!

Dunce Face: You helped me too, man, even if it was in your own way…

— Sentimental bastard… — Bakugo muttered to himself, tossing the phone aside.

He pulled the blankets over his body, trying to sink deeper into the nest, fighting the growing need to have Deku nearby, at least while he could still hold out. Damn it, his body was starting to betray everything he had been trying to ignore. The heat, the comfort of the nest, Deku’s scent soaked into the clothes. Sleep was beginning to take over the omega, his eyes heavy, until a loud sound shattered the silence of the apartment.

BAM!

The front door burst open with a bang, and Bakugo shot up in bed, his heart pounding. His eyes widened, and for a second, he froze, listening intently. But soon, the sounds that followed made his blood run cold and his mind snap into full alert.

Screams and growls. Low, deep. What the hell... What the fuck was happening at the entrance?

Bakugo jumped out of bed without thinking twice. His body was still too hot, the heat of his pre-heat pulsing under his skin, but the adrenaline was already starting to cut through it all. He ran to the bedroom door, swinging it open with such force he nearly tore off the doorknob, and what he saw at the entrance made his jaw drop.

In the genkan, that damn Half-and-Half was trying to break free from a wild Deku, who had his hands around Todoroki’s neck like he was trying to rip his head off. The two of them were shoving each other, and Deku looked completely insane, his eyes glowing with fury and confusion, growling with his fangs bared. The scene was so absurd that, for a second, Bakugo thought he was dreaming.

— Todoroki, what the fuck are you doing here?! — Katsuki yelled, still trying to understand what the hell was happening, but his question was quickly answered by the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Icy Hot turned his face toward Bakugo, struggling to get Deku’s arms off his neck, now trying to choke him in a headlock.

— Bakugo, he’s going into rut! — Todoroki grunted, trying to break free from Deku, but clearly losing patience. — I thought bringing him home would be better than letting him lose it in the middle of the agency, but now...

Deku, who had been focused on fighting Todoroki, suddenly stopped. His darkened eyes, which had been shining with anger, now locked immediately onto Bakugo. He felt the air change. Deku’s strong, possessive pheromones filled the space between them, and in the blink of an eye, all the fury he had been directing at Todoroki turned into a violent storm of pure possession.

Deku released Todoroki in a second, his wild eyes now completely fixated on Bakugo. The scent of his heat was intoxicating, and Deku was clearly out of control, consumed by the rut and the need to mark his omega. And in the state he was in, the presence of another alpha — Todoroki — only seemed to inflame the situation even more.

— He’s mine! — Deku growled, his voice guttural, as he bared his sharp fangs at the other alpha. His posture was aggressive, ready to attack anyone who got too close. — That omega is mine! This is my territory! — he growled, positioning himself between Icy Hot and Katsuki.

Todoroki let out an exasperated sigh, clearly out of patience to deal with a Deku in a hormonal rage. He tried to calm the situation, raising his hands as he stood up, but without much success.

— I’m not here to challenge anyone, Midoriya. I just brought you back before you did something stupid. — Todoroki said, trying to keep calm, but his tone made it clear that he was one step away from freezing the whole floor. — I already have my own omega, remember?

— Deku, you idiot, cut this crap! No one’s trying to challenge you here! — Bakugo shouted, trying to keep control of the situation, but it was hard when his own body was reacting intensely to Deku’s rut presence.

Deku, however, seemed even more lost in his own instincts, not really hearing what was being said. All he saw was another alpha — Todoroki — in his territory with his omega, and that was making him more violent. Every fiber of Deku’s body was screaming that he needed to protect what was his.

— You fucking alpha, do you really think you can beat me? Your dick must be smaller than my pinky, you piece of shit! You'll never be able to satisfy him! — Deku growled again, his muscles tensed, ready to attack Todoroki again.

So this is Deku in rut, protecting what he thinks is his? Not bad. Katsuki frowned and stood there watching the situation. Seeing his alpha in a fury, throwing curses at the damn Half-and-Half, was like a harmonious song to his ears. If it weren’t for the chaos happening in the genkan, he might’ve enjoyed the scene even more. Deku, that always-so-righteous nerd, was completely out of control, driven by pure dominant alpha instinct.

But Todoroki’s expression — the bored look and exasperated sigh — snapped Katsuki back to reality.

— Can you deal with this before I have to freeze him up to his head? — Todoroki said impatiently, ready to smack a block of ice into Deku’s face at any moment.

— Relax, Icy Hot. You can leave before Deku wrecks you. — The satisfaction dripped from his voice, and he didn’t even bother to hide it.

Todoroki shot a brief but sharp look at Katsuki, clearly out of patience with the omega’s taunts.

— It’d be nice if you two could sort this out before he breaks something else. — Todoroki muttered, massaging his own neck as he left.

Bakugo chuckled softly, still enjoying the situation. Seeing Deku like this, out of control because of him, was just too good.

— Fuck you, Todoroki, — Deku growled, his voice hoarse and deeper than usual, the muscles in his neck tense. — Kacchan is mine. And I'm not going to let some beta who thinks he's an alpha get him!

And then the nerd ran his hand over his private parts, showing his already hard cock, even under his pants.

— You’ll never be able to satisfy him like I can. — Deku growled, baring his fangs again as strong pheromones of possessiveness and aggression filled the apartment. The nerd began unbuttoning his pants, and at that moment, Todoroki huffed, leaving the apartment, relieved to finally escape the hormonal hell.

— Good luck with him. — Todoroki said, his voice dry, before shutting the door behind him.

As soon as Todoroki left, the air in the apartment shifted. Bakugo felt the weight of the situation settle over him. Deku was there, his eyes darkened with desire locked on him, breathing heavily, his whole body tense. Katsuki knew his heat was approaching, and Deku… well, he was about to be consumed by his rut.

The nerd finished stripping in the blink of an eye, kicking his clothes away. His cock swung free and imposing, already leaking pre-cum. Deku stroked his thick dick a few times, still staring at Katsuki with a hungry gaze. The omega felt his own heat rising, already irritated by the clothes clinging to his body.

— You’re really out of control, aren’t you? — Bakugo murmured, watching Deku approach, his body instinctively reacting to the heat and the dominant presence of the alpha.

— You drive me crazy, Kacchan... — Deku responded, his voice still hoarse.

Katsuki feels a rush of heat between his legs, his own neglected pussy clenching needily. Milk begins to leak from his swollen but perky breasts, dampening his shirt. Deku let's out a guttural growl, pupils blown wide with lust, hungry. In a flash, he crosses the distance between them, grabbing Bakugo by the hips and lifting him effortlessly. Bakugo yelps as he's manhandled, legs instinctively wrapping around Deku's waist.

— Mine, — Deku rumbles possessively, one hand fisting in Bakugo's hair while the other grips his plush ass. He crushes their mouths together in a bruising kiss, tongue plundering the warm cavern of Bakugo's mouth.

Bakugo whimpers into the kiss, overwhelmed by Deku's raw strength and primal need. He can feel the massive cock throbbing against his pudgy stomach, smearing his shirt with pre-cum. His own arousal skyrockets, pussy soaking through his sweatpants.

— Fu-fuck...alpha… — he pants as they break apart for air. Milk dribbles down his chest, nipples painfully erect of the weeks that the alpha had not fed. He squirms in his alpha's iron grip, equal parts afraid and turned on.

Izuku rips his PJ open, buttons flying. The alpha buries his face between Bakugo's plump tits, tongue lashing hungrily over a pebbled nipple. Katsuki arches with a loud moan, back bowing as electric pleasure zings straight to his core.

His alpha tears his sweatpants down his legs, cool air hitting his heated skin. He's left wearing nothing but his soaked panties, the drenched fabric clinging to his plump pussy and round ass. Bakugo flushes, feeling utterly exposed under Izuku's hungry gaze. The omeg adecided to use panties for the first time, trying to be as comfortable as possible during his pre-heat.

The alpha growls in approval, drinking in the sight of Bakugo's chubby body. Soft, white flesh spills over his small frame, jiggling enticingly with every squirm. Bakugo's small cocklet strains against his panties, the outline clearly visible, as well his cunt is, his plump wet folders clenching with desire.

— Look at you...so fucking needy, — Izuku purrs, palming Bakugo's hefty chest. He thumbs a perky nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through the omega. — Your cunt is fucking soaked...bet you're just aching to get stuffed full of my cock, aren't you?

Katsuki whines, hips bucking into Izuku's touch. Milk leaks steadily from his breasts, going tacky on his flushed skin. His heat is building rapidly, the ache between his legs becoming unbearable and painful. He needs to be filled, bred, claimed by his alpha. He wants to show to the world that Izuku is his, and only his.

His alpha seems to sense his desperation, ripping Bakugo's panties away and tossing them aside. Bakugo yelps at the sudden exposure, thighs clamping together instinctively. But Izuku forces them apart, spreading Bakugo open lewdly.

A flood of slick gushes out, running down the crack of Bakugo's fat ass. The sweet scent fills the air, making Izuku's head spin with lust. He buries his face between Katsuki's thighs, tongue delving deep into his soaked cunt.

Bakugo cries out, fisting his hands in Izuku's hair. Electric pleasure wracks his body as the alpha eats him out, tongue swirling around his plump throbbing clit while he inserts two thick fingers, fucking into his fluttering hole. His back arches off the arm Izuku has slung around his waist, putting his dripping pussy on full display.

Bakugo's chubby body jiggles enticingly as Izuku's tongue ravages his soaked cunt. Soft, pale flesh ripples with each thrust, love handles and belly shaking. His pussy clenches, winks and flutters, begging to be filled.

Katsuki's generous breasts heave with panting breaths, milk dribbling steadily from the rosy peaks. The creamy liquid runs down the slopes of his hefty tits, pooling in his navel. His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, flushed a pretty pink from arousal and exertion.

Izuku groans into Bakugo's cunt, the vibrations making the omega see stars. He laps up the tangy slick flooding his tongue, relishing the way Bakugo's walls flutter and clench, while he still fuck his omega with his fingers, in and out on a steady motion. The alpha reaches up to maul Bakugo's bountiful chest, kneading the pliant flesh roughly with his free hand.

At this point, the two are already on the kitchen floor, with the alpha on top of the omega.

Milk sprays from Bakugo's nipples as Izuku pinches and tugs on the sensitive buds. He thumbs the nubs, rolling them between his fingers until they're red and puffy. Bakugo keens, back arching as much as Izuku's arm allows, pushing his tits more fully into the alpha's grasp. Izuku growls and latches on one of the puffy nipples,nursing eagerly. Katsuki whines, feeling his first climax, his cunt clenching around his alpha’s fingers.

— Mo-more, ple-please, alpha… — Bakugo sobs, hips undulating shamelessly against Izuku's face. His pussy aches to be filled, empty walls clenching desperately around nothing. He can feel his juices running down his cunt, dripping onto the floor below. — need yo-your cock… want… want yo-you to breed me a-alpha… — Bakugo whines, fat tears rolling down his round cheeks.

Izuku pulls back with a wet pop, alpha lips shining with milk. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with feral lust. He flips Bakugo onto his hands and knees, shoving his face into the ground. Bakugo yelps at the sudden movement, his fat jiggling together. He happily presents himself for his alpha, exposing his throbbing pussy..

His alpha kicks Bakugo's chunky legs apart, exposing even more his dripping cunt to the cool air. Bakugo whimpers, reaching back to spread himself open lewdly, his skin folding over the extra fat. His puffy lips glisten with arousal, fluttering needily. The omega's swollen pink clit peeks out from

Katsuki's heart races as he feels the blunt head of Izuku's massive cock pressing against his soaked entrance. He's stretched so wide around the alpha's thick length, a burning stretch that borders on painful. But the discomfort is eclipsed by the overwhelming need to be filled, claimed, bred.

— I-it hu-hurts so mu-much, a-alpha… — Bakugo whimpers, arching his back to present himself more fully to Izuku. His chubby ass jiggles enticingly, plump cheeks parting around the alpha's hips.

Izuku snarls, gripping Bakugo's wide hips hard enough to bruise. In one brutal thrust, he hilts himself inside Katsuki's tight heat, bottoming out against his cervix. Bakugo's eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. He's never been so full, so deliciously stretched around another person.

Even during the other heatshares, Izuku was never in a rut, he was always controlled and caring for his omega. But now, at the peak of his rut, which would last as long as the omega's heat lasts, Izuku wasn't being careful or even caring about the consequences he would have.

And Bakugo fucking loves that.

Izuku sets a punishing pace, hips slamming against Katsuki's plush ass with enough force to shake his whole body. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the kitchen, punctuated by Bakugo's wanton moans.

— Take it, — Izuku grunts, angling his thrusts to hit Bakugo's g-spot dead-on. Electric pleasure explodes behind the omega's eyelids, vision whiting out from the intensity. — Fucking take my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are. Gonna pump you so full of jizz, make your belly swell with it.

Bakugo babbles incoherently, drool dribbling down his chin as Izuku fucks into him. Milk leaks steadily from his bouncing tits, spraying with each powerful thrust. His pussy clenches rhythmically around the thick alpha cock splitting him open, slick squelching obscenely.

Bakugo gasps as he feels Izuku's teeth graze the sensitive skin of his neck, the alpha clearly trying to mark him as his own. But the choker prevents Izuku from breaking the skin, a physical barrier between them.

Izuku snarls in frustration, slamming into Bakugo harder, faster, trying to punish him for wearing the choker. Bakugo keens, eyes rolling back from the brutal pace, the delicious sting of being split open on the alpha's massive cock.

— Why are you wearing this damn thing? — Izuku growls, voice rough with lust and anger. — You're mine, Kacchan. My omega, my mate. I should be able to mark you properly, show the world that you belong to me.

Bakugo whimpers, feeling sad and needy at the same time. For him, in a heat state, that choker was a constant reminder to himself that he was unclaimed, unmated. That his alpha doesn't want him. Katsuki cries when he remembers that. But now, with Izuku's cock pounding into him, claiming him so thoroughly, he realizes how wrong he was. He belongs to that alpha, that alpha wants him so bad, that alpha loves and cares for him. And he wants to be marked, wants everyone to know that he's Izuku's.

— Kacchan, please let me mark you, omega… — Izuku purred low, kissing Bakugo’s chubby cheeks. — I want you as my omega Kacchan, I can only see you as my partner. You’re so strong, omega… — His alpha continued, pleading. — I want you, and only you.

Bakugo whimpered and nodded with Izuku’s sweet words, despiste his rut, undoing the choker with shaky pudgy hands. The choker falls away, baring Katsuki’s unclaimed pheromones glands, as the omega bare his neck, submissive. Izuku growls possessively, his fangs stretching, sharp and white.Without further ado, his alpha latches onto his flesh. He bites down hard, breaking the skin and flooding Bakugo's veins with his alpha venom.

Bakugo cries out, back arching as the sharp pain morphs into intense pleasure. His pussy clamps down on Izuku's cock like a vice, milking him desperately as he reaches another orgasm. Slick gushes out around the thick shaft, soaking Izuku's balls and dripping down.

A wave of pure ecstasy crashes over Katsuki as Izuku's teeth sink into his neck, the alpha's potent venom flooding his system. It's like dying and going to heaven all at once, just like Kaminari said, every nerve ending in his body lighting up with electric pleasure. His vision whites out, world narrowing down to the feeling of Izuku's cock pounding into him, claiming him, branding him as the alpha's mate. Milk sprays from his bouncing tits with each brutal thrust, painting his plump belly and the ground with creamy stripes. His whole body quivers and shakes, muscles pulled taut as a bowstring.

Izuku snarls against Bakugo's neck, hips slamming forward with enough force to make the omega's chubby ass ripple. He can feel his alpha’s knot starting to swell, stretching him fluttering walls even further. The alpha ruts into his mate mindlessly, lost to the primal need to claim and breed.

— Fuck, — Izuku grunts, voice strained with impending release. — Gonna...gonna knot you...fill you up with my cum… and pup you round with my litter…

His words send Bakugo careening over the edge, pussy clamping down viciously on Izuku's throbbing cock. Pleasure explodes behind his eyelids, white hot and all-consuming. He comes again with a ragged scream, cunt milking Izuku for all he's worth.

Izuku roars, slamming into the hilt as his knot pops past Bakugo's entrance, locking them together. His cock jerks and pulses, painting Bakugo's insides with thick ropes of cum. The omega can feel the scalding heat of it flooding his womb, claiming him, owning every part of him.

Bakugo's chubby body shudders and quakes, impaled on Izuku's throbbing knot. His puffy pussy spasms rhythmically around the thick alpha cock buried inside him, milking it for every drop of cum. Slick squelches obscenely with each clench, the sound mixing with their ragged pants and moans.

Izuku groans into the crook of Bakugo's neck, hips twitching as he grinds against his mate's plush ass. His hands roam greedily over the omega's soft, pliant flesh, squeezing and groping. He palms the swell of Bakugo's belly, feeling the way it's starting to swell with his seed.

Pulling Katsuki’s head to the side, Izuku crashes their lips together in a searing kiss. He licks into Bakugo's mouth possessively, claiming every inch of him. Bakugo whimpers into the kiss, surrendering himself completely to his alpha.

Breaking the kiss with a wet pop, Izuku latches onto one of Bakugo's heavy breasts. He suckles hard at the puffy nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Milk gushes into his mouth, sweet and creamy on his tongue.  Bakugo keens, back arching as much as the knot allows, pushing more of his tit into Izuku's hungry mouth. Milk dribbles down his chin, the alpha gulping it down greedily. His pussy flutters around Izuku's cock, a fresh gush of slick coating his length.

Izuku hums in satisfaction, switching to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. He kneads the neglected tit roughly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. His knot throbs inside Bakugo, the alpha's balls twitching as they prepare to give his omega another load.

The days pass in the blink of an eye, without either of them noticing.

Bakugo squirms and whines needily beneath Izuku's large form, his chubby body flushed and sweaty. Bakugo's pussy throbs, dripping slick as his heavy breasts leak milk. The nest is soaked with their combined fluids.

— Nngh fuck... I-Izu... your cock... so big... stretching me… — Bakugo moans brokenly as Izuku pounds into him. His alpha’s hands grasp Bakugo's soft sides possessively, fingers sinking into the plush fat.

Bakugo's belly jiggles with each powerful thrust, making his milk dribble down his chest. His thick thighs are spread wide, opening himself completely to Izuku's rutting as his whorish pussy clenches around Izuku's thick shaft, greedy for more. He rocks his hips back desperately, needing Izuku to go deeper, harder. His knot slams against Bakugo's swollen clit, making him see stars.

Bakugo wails as Izuku's knot pops inside, locking them together. His pussy clamps down rhythmically, milking Izuku's throbbing cock. Bakugo's eyes roll back, tongue lolling out as he's flooded with sensation. He screams in ecstasy as Izuku starts pumping him full of more hot, thick cum. Bakugo's chubby belly is already swollen from the sheer volume, making him feel deliciously stuffed.

Izuku roars possessively, grinding his hips against Bakugo's plush ass. His hands maul Bakugo's tits, squeezing out spurts of milk that coat their bodies. Katsuki is so lost in the intensity of his orgasm that tears stream down his face. With Izuku's knot plugging him up, Bakugo's pussy just keeps clenching and fluttering, greedy for more even as it's filled to the brim. Bakugo's whole body quakes and quivers, overwhelmed by pleasure.

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Katsuki lies on his back in the nest he'd prepared for his heat, the soft blankets cushioning his chubby body. Izuku looms over him, powerful form caging him in, the alpha's weight pressing him into the mattress. Bakugo's legs are thrown over Izuku's broad shoulders, opening him up completely, putting him on lewd display.

Izuku's massive cock spears into Bakugo's dripping cunt with each deep thrust, the thick shaft splitting him open, stuffing him full. Bakugo keens, back arching off the bed, tits bouncing with the force of Izuku's movements. Milk kept spraying from his puffy nipples, adding to the mess of fluids coating his pudgy belly.

Izuku growls, voice rough with lust and possessiveness. He lurches forward, sinking his teeth into the mating mark he'd already bitten into Bakugo's throat, marking him again for good measure. Bakugo cries out, pussy clamping down on the alpha's cock, slick squelching obscenely.

His alpha pistons his hips faster, chasing his release. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the room, mixing with Bakugo's high, breathy moans and the creaking of the bed. Izuku's knot starts to swell, catching on Bakugo's rim with each thrust, making the omega see stars.

— Gonna...gonna fill you up again, — Izuku pants, hips stuttering as his orgasm approaches. — Pump you so full of my cum...make you fucking drip with it.

Bakugo sobs, nodding frantically, too far gone to form words. He clings to Izuku desperately, heels drumming against his shoulder blades. His pussy flutters wildly around the thick cock splitting him open. Katsuki's chubby body jerks and writhes beneath Izuku, impaled on the alpha's massive cock. Electric pleasure zings up his spine with each deep thrust, the thick shaft dragging deliciously along his sensitive walls. Slick squelches obscenely as Izuku pounds into him, the wet sound mixing with their ragged pants and moans.

Izuku's knot catches on Bakugo's rim with each stroke, the pressure building with every passing second. Katsuki's pussy flutters wildly around the girthy intrusion, trying to suck Izuku in deeper, greedy for his knot. Izuku snarls, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt. His knot pops past Bakugo's entrance, stretching him impossibly wide as it locks them together. Katsuki screams, back arching off the bed, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. His pussy clamps down viciously on Izuku's throbbing cock, milking him eagerly.

His alpha roars, slamming Katsuki into the mattress as he comes. Bakugo can feel the scalding heat of it flooding his womb, claiming him, owning him again and again. He clings to Izuku desperately with his nails digging into his alpha's back, drawing blood.

The room reeks of pheromones, sex and sweat, the heady musk of a successful breeding. Bakugo's belly is swollen with Izuku's seed, the alpha's cum plugging him up, preventing even a single drop from escaping. He's utterly full, stuffed to the brim with his mate's essence. Izuku collapses on top of Bakugo, blanketing his smaller form, their sweaty skin sticking together. He peppers the omega's face with soft kisses, murmuring praise and endearments. Bakugo melts into his alpha’s strong arms, purring satisfied.

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Katsuki woke up that morning feeling a crushing pressure on his body. Every muscle ached, as if he had been hit by a truck. The first thing he noticed was the intense heat around him. Izuku was behind him, the damn alpha hugging him like he was some kind of pillow, with his dick still stuck inside him. Katsuki felt the weight of Deku's arm around his waist, his body firm and warm against his, and for a brief moment, he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the discomfort in his body.

But something wasn’t right.

The pain in his neck was unbearable, throbbing like a burning brand. Without thinking, Bakugo brought his hand to it, instinctively touching the sensitive skin. The touch sent a wave of pain and clarity crashing over him all at once.

— Fuck... — he whispered, freezing in place.

His trembling hands ran over the contours of his neck, and he felt it. His entire neck was marked, deeply. The memories of the last few days came rushing back like a missile, crashing into his mind one by one, without mercy. The hours of heat, Deku’s body against his, the muffled moans, the sensation of being completely claimed. He couldn’t deny it any longer. Izuku had marked him. Completely marked him.

Katsuki Bakugo now officially belonged to Deku. He was Deku’s omega. And Deku was now his alpha. The thought made him squeeze his eyes shut, trying to push away the knot growing in his throat. His hand was still on his neck, as if he wanted to tear the mark away, but he knew it wouldn’t come off. It was etched into him, forever. For everyone to see. For him to feel every time he touched it.

But that wasn’t all.

Katsuki felt his whole body trembling. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He felt a strange pressure in his lower abdomen, a sensation of something growing inside him. It was oddly comforting. His breathing became irregular, and suddenly, everything became clear. The smell, the heat, the way his body was reacting.

He was pregnant.

The word formed in his mind like a punch to the stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. He felt his throat tighten, his heart pounding as if it was about to explode. He knew. Fuck, he knew deep down this could happen, but now that he was faced with the reality, he didn’t know what to do. It was a surreal, overwhelming feeling. He was carrying Izuku’s litter.

— Shit... — he whispered again, tears starting to spill down his cheeks before he could stop them.

But they weren’t tears of sadness, nor anger. It was something much more confusing. He wasn’t ready for this. Fuck, how could he be ready? His body had betrayed everything he had been trying to resist. He couldn’t stop thinking about how fast it had all happened, how his life was now completely turned upside down.

But at the same time... there was a strange relief. Something inside him, something he had ignored for so long, was satisfied. And Katsuki no longer heard his inner omega. Everything was quiet. And he was at... peace. Now, he was connected to Deku in a way that went far beyond any mark. He was pregnant with the alpha’s child. He was carrying the litter of that damn nerd, and that was something he didn’t know how to process.

He tried to take a deep breath, but the weight of the situation was crushing his chest, and he felt like he was sinking deeper and deeper. He closed his eyes, clenching his fists tightly, trying to maintain control, but the tears kept falling, silent and hot, as his body fought against the overwhelming confusion.

How could this have happened? How had he gotten to this point?

Katsuki’s hand trembled as he brought it to his stomach, as if somehow the touch would confirm what he already knew. The skin was sensitive, swollen, still impregnated with the alpha’s seed. He slowly rubbed his palm against the warm surface, feeling the heat beneath his fingers, and with that, more silent tears streamed down his cheeks. Fuck... There was no more doubt. It wasn’t just him anymore. He wasn’t alone in his own body.

The damn Katsuki Bakugo was creating life.

He lay there, in the silence of the room, with Izuku still holding him from behind, the alpha’s arms wrapped firmly around his waist. The heat radiating from the alpha was almost suffocating, but at the same time, reassuring. A small part of the chaos inside him, the storm of emotions he had been trying to control, began to calm down. As much as everything was a mess in his head, something — something deep and instinctual — was starting to settle.

Carrying life. Such a simple thought, yet so overwhelming. Fuck, he was carrying life. Something an alpha like Izuku could never dream of doing. He, Katsuki Bakugo, was nurturing a litter inside him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the tears continue to fall. The confusion was still there, the fear of what was to come. But now, in this moment, he also felt something he hadn’t expected: peace. An almost suffocating sense of relief washed over him. For the first time since all this began, he felt... in control of himself. The alpha’s warmth behind him, the weight of the mark on his neck, and now, this new life inside him. It was all part of something bigger.

He was Katsuki Bakugo. A damn dominant omega who could create life and kick any villain’s ass that came his way. He was so badass that he tamed the knothead holding him from behind. He, Katsuki Bakugo, had made a dominant alpha beg to mark him. Made a dominant alpha take care of him without invading his space.

Amidst all these swirling emotions, he didn’t notice when Izuku’s body began to stir behind him. He only realized it when the damn nerd started to murmur, his voice hoarse with sleep.

— Kacchan...? — the alpha called softly, still half groggy but already alerted by the muffled sound of Bakugo’s crying. Izuku’s grip tightened around him, holding his waist with a mix of concern and possessiveness. — Kacchan, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?

Katsuki felt Izuku’s body lean forward, as if the alpha was desperate to see his face, to understand what was happening. But Katsuki didn’t move. He kept his face turned away, the tears continuing to fall silently, while his hand still rested on his swollen belly, which seemed to be in an advanced state of pregnancy.

Izuku stayed quiet for a moment, but Katsuki could feel the nervousness pulsing through the alpha’s body. He knew that pattern of behavior. The damn nerd was seconds away from panicking.

— Kacchan! — Izuku said, his voice now clearer but still full of fear. — Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me! Please, Kacchan... talk to me. I... I’m so sorry! I’m really sorry! — He started speaking quickly, as if he was on the verge of a breakdown. — I shouldn’t have marked you like that, not without your permission! I was a terrible alpha... I hurt you, I know I hurt you! I... I didn’t want to force you into anything, Kacchan, I swear! I just... I couldn’t hold back. It was the rut. But... but that’s no excuse! I was an idiot! I never wanted this to happen like that...

Katsuki remained silent for a moment, still trying to process the enormity of what was happening, but Izuku seemed more and more desperate. He leaned forward, trying to see Bakugo’s face, even though the other was turned away, clearly struggling with something. Deku didn’t know what it was, but the fear of having done something terrible was eating him up.

— I’ll leave if you want me to, Kacchan. — Izuku said suddenly, with desperation. — I... I don’t want to hurt you. If you want me to go, I’ll go. I don’t want to be an alpha who hurts you, who traps you. I don’t want to be that kind of person to you. — The words spilled out, almost stumbling over each other, and Izuku was clearly on the verge of an emotional collapse. — If you want... I’ll leave your life. I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll... I’ll step back and let you be.

Bakugo snorted, feeling the knot in his throat tighten even more. The words were stuck, but he knew he needed to say something. He needed to calm the idiot Deku down before he spiraled into a full-blown panic attack. The heavy silence and his tears were obviously driving him crazy.

— That’s not it, nerd. You can’t even get up from here, you idiot. — Bakugo murmured, his voice rough. He took a deep breath, feeling the air heavy in his lungs. — Just... shut up for a minute. I’m trying to process this shit.

Izuku hesitated but kept his hold around Katsuki.

— I’m here, Kacchan. — he said softly. — I’m here for you, whatever it is. Just tell me what’s going on.

Katsuki finally turned his face just enough for Izuku to see the tears still streaming down his cheeks, his eyes red and swollen from holding back the flood of emotions pouring out of him. It was hard to admit, even to himself, how much this was affecting him. The concern in his alpha’s eyes, the way he was trembling around him, made a part of Katsuki want to spill everything at once. He wanted to scream that he was pregnant, that he was carrying the damn litter of that knothead... But something inside him still held him back from saying it.

Not yet.

He took a deep breath, his chest tightening slightly as he tried to organize his thoughts. The tears hadn’t stopped, but he needed to say something. Izuku was clearly on the verge of losing control, with tears and snot mixing on his freckled face, and that only made the tension worse. Katsuki knew he couldn’t let the nerd break down, or things would get even more complicated.

He had to take control of the situation, like the good dominant omega he was. He sighed, trying to seem calmer than he actually was, forcing the words to come out.

— I’m just... — He began, but his voice was still rough, weighed down by everything he had to say. — I’m just trying to process this shit that we’re marked now, okay? — He ran a hand over his face, wiping away the tears with irritation, as if he wanted to force them away. — And, to be clear... — He hesitated for a second, but the truth came out, surprising both him and Deku. — I don’t regret it. I let you mark me, you knothead.

Izuku froze for a moment, his eyes wide and locked on Katsuki, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. The tension that had gripped Izuku’s body seemed to dissolve for a second, but the alpha remained hesitant, afraid he had misunderstood. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but no sound came out at first.

— You... you don’t regret it? — Izuku repeated, his voice low and filled with uncertainty. He seemed incredulous, as if expecting it to be a trick.

Katsuki snorted, still trying to control his emotions but feeling the weight of relief mixed with confusion.

— Fuck, Deku, I just said I’m processing it. Give me a break. — He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. — It’s not like I planned any of this, but... — He paused, feeling his throat tighten again. — I don’t regret it. That’s it.

Izuku was still in shock, his eyes filled with emotion as he tried to absorb what Bakugo had just said. He stayed quiet, but Katsuki could feel his breathing start to calm, the tremor in his hands beginning to fade.

— Kacchan... — Izuku whispered, his voice full of relief and gratitude, but still laced with a concern that wouldn’t disappear so easily. — I promise I’ll take care of you. I... I never wanted this to be forced. But if you’re with me, I... I’ll be the best alpha I can be for you.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, feeling the usual irritation rise, but this time, there was a hint of affection deep down.

— You’re still an idiot, Deku. — He muttered, his voice softer.

“My idiot,” the omega thought.

And despite everything, Katsuki didn’t regret it.

He just… wasn’t ready to deal with everything all at once.

He would tell Izuku that he was pregnant… eventually.

Chapter Text

Bakugo sat in the chair, facing Kaminari, already regretting agreeing to this meeting. Damn Dunce Face had insisted they meet at a restaurant in Tokyo right after his heat had passed. Katsuki was still a bit weak, his body recovering from that intense hell, but... he also felt satisfied. And as strange as it seemed, this satisfaction was different from anything he had ever experienced.

He was far too aware of the fact that he was pregnant. The feeling of knowing he was carrying a life inside him so soon was, at the very least, surreal. But, damn, he couldn’t imagine not being pregnant anymore. How the hell was he enjoying this? Just thinking about it made him huff to himself. As sentimental and idiotic as it was, he was starting to get used to it. It was his own drama, damn it, and as ridiculous as it sounded, he was... enjoying it. Not that he would admit that to anyone, of course.

The idiot Kaminari was sitting there, across the table, eyes wide as if he were seeing an alien.

— What the hell, Dunce Face? — Bakugo growled, feeling his patience slipping away.

But before he could get any reasonable response, Kaminari leaned forward, words tumbling out of his mouth like an out-of-control avalanche:

— OhmyGodyourpregnant!

Bakugo practically choked on his own saliva, resulting in a coughing fit so violent he thought he’d cough up a lung. He leaned forward, trying to catch his breath, his eyes watering as he stared at Kaminari in disbelief. How the hell did this walking power outlet know about that?!

— What did you say? — Bakugo growled, his voice hoarse from the coughing, eyes narrowed and fixed on the other omega. — How the hell do you know that, you idiot?

Kaminari blinked, a bit hesitant, but soon recovered, a nervous smile spreading across his face as he pointed to the space between them.

— It’s obvious, dude! I’m an omega too, remember? I can smell your pheromones from miles away, Bakubro. It’s written all over your face! — He clasped his hands together, excited. — So, how’s it going? Tell me!

Bakugo felt his face burn with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He clenched his fists on the table, trying to ignore the growing heat in his neck. Damn, he hadn’t thought about that. The pheromones he was emitting must have given everything away. He’d always been good at controlling that crap, but now, with his pregnant body, he was probably radiating the truth to any omega nearby.

— Go to hell, Dunce Face! — he growled, slamming his fist on the table.

Kaminari let out a laugh, not at all intimidated by Bakugo’s explosive temper, as usual.

— Relax, Bakubro, I only noticed because of the pheromones. Omegas have this weird connection. — he said, leaning a bit closer to the table, his eyes shining with childish curiosity. — I mean... it’s kinda hard not to notice when you’re giving off that “future mom” vibe and all. — He exaggerated a wink, clearly amused by the situation.

Bakugo felt his anger rise even more, but before he could truly explode, he threw himself back in his chair, letting out an exasperated sigh.

— I’m going to kill you one day, Dunce Face, I swear to God. — he muttered, trying to ignore how exposed this made him feel. — And stop making me nervous, you idiot.

Damn, he knew Kaminari was right. There was no hiding it anymore. His body was acting on its own, and the pheromones gave away everything he tried to keep secret. And now, with this walking power outlet throwing it in his face, it was impossible to deny it. He was pregnant, and his body wasn’t letting anyone forget it.

Kaminari, still smiling like an idiot, leaned back in his chair.

— So, how are you feeling, Bakubro? — he asked, genuinely curious. — I mean, besides wanting to blow me up, of course.

Bakugo huffed, his eyes sparking with irritation, but at the same time, there was a small spark of relief. He hated to admit it, but with Kaminari, he could be a bit more... relaxed. He knew the other omega would understand him.

— If I blow you up, there’ll be nothing left to talk about afterward. — he growled, without much force. — But, damn... it’s weird. It’s not bad, but... I’m feeling different. And, holy shit, this part about carrying a litter inside me is... — he hesitated for a second, trying to find the words without sounding completely sentimental. — ...it’s surreal, you know?

Kaminari nodded, his smile softening a little, showing that he understood. He knew the weight of it, knew that as much as Bakugo hated to admit it, this was a huge change. A change that went far beyond what he could control.

— Well, if it helps, I think you’ll be a great mom. — Kaminari said, with a sincere smile.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter. Damn, maybe he could handle this crap after all. Not that he would admit that out loud, but right there, in that moment, things seemed a little less suffocating. He adjusted the high collar of the sweater he was wearing, hiding the bond mark that idiot nerd had left on him. The touch on his neck reminded him of the past week, of the heat and the sensation of being marked. It was all so intense, but at the same time, it had felt too damn good.

The mark on his neck still hurt a little, but it was a comforting pain.

Instinctively, his eyes flicked to Kaminari’s neck. The other omega was glowing, clearly carefree about anything in the world, and Bakugo noticed two crescent-shaped marks embedded there, already healed but still slightly red. Not that the mark was necessary to see that the walking power outlet had a mate. Kirishima's pheromones surrounded Kaminari like a mist, a clear message for other alphas to stay away.

Bakugo huffed, but without his usual irritation. It was almost a reflex.

— How are you and Shitty Hair? — he asked distractedly, almost as if he didn’t want to know, but deep down, his curiosity was there.

Kaminari lifted his head with a smile so big it seemed like he was about to explode. His eyes sparkled with excitement, as always, and Bakugo already knew he was going to regret asking. But it was too late.

— Oh, man, everything's perfect! — Kaminari began, and Bakugo already knew he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. — You know, Kiri and I finally moved here! We’re living together now, in Tokyo! Can you believe it? Like, after so much time just talking about it... it finally happened! — He spoke quickly, the words pouring out like a flood, while he gestured enthusiastically. — And... — he lowered his voice a bit, a sweet smile appearing on his face — ...it’s so good, Bakubro. We’re living in the same place, you know? Waking up together, going to work together, taking care of each other...

Bakugo just raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to roll his eyes again. Damn, what a romantic mess. But he knew Kaminari was like that. He’d always been the sentimental idiot who saw the good in everything, even in the dumbest situations.

— And guess what? — Kaminari continued, practically bouncing in his chair with excitement. — We’re working at the same hero agency now! Yeah, man! Kiri and I both got spots at Ryukyu’s agency. The team is awesome, everyone gets along really well. And... I know you don’t care about this stuff, but... — he gave a nervous laugh — it’s great to work with him, you know? We understand each other at work, in life... and after everything we’ve been through together, it’s like... things finally feel right.

Katsuki listened, but part of him was trying to filter out the excess sweetness in what Kaminari was saying. He wasn’t the type to get caught up in all this soulmate, romantic talk, but damn, he knew that for Kaminari and Shitty Hair, it all made perfect sense. They’d always been glued to each other since U.A., and Bakugo... well, he could be irritable and explosive, but even he couldn’t deny that they made a good couple.

— You two are shitting happiness, huh? How the hell do you work together without wanting to tear each other’s heads off?

Kaminari laughed, his smile even bigger.

— Oh, it’s ‘cause he’s calm, right? Kiri is... well, he gets me in a way no one else does, Kat. And I know you think that’s cheesy as hell, but it’s true. We just... work. We fight sometimes, of course, but it always works out in the end. And I... — He hesitated for a second, his smile softening a little, but still there. — I feel safe with him, you know? It’s good to have someone who supports you, protects you, but also respects you. I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.

Bakugo was silent for a moment, just staring at Dunce Face, taking in those words. As much as he wanted to mock the Walking Power Outlet for being a sentimental idiot, something about it made sense to him. He could understand what Kaminari was saying.

Because he felt the same way with that nerdy idiot.

— Alright, alright, enough of your shitty romance. — Bakugo grumbled, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that it made more sense than he wanted to admit. — If you’re happy with Shitty Hair, good for you. Just don’t bother me with this sappy crap.

Kaminari laughed again, not looking the least bit offended.

— Relax, Kat, I know it’s not your thing. But seriously... I’m happy for you too, you know? — He said, with a more sincere smile. — And if you need anything, like... I don’t know, to talk or whatever, I’m here, okay? I know you hate talking about this stuff, but... we’re friends, man.

Bakugo huffed, looking away, but part of him knew that Dunce Face was serious. Damn, maybe he really could handle all this crap.

But for now, he just needed one thing.

— Pass me the menu. I’m starving. — Bakugo muttered, trying to cut the sentimental atmosphere before it became unbearable.

Kaminari laughed and tossed the menu his way, clearly pleased with Bakugo’s usual behavior.

And for the first time in weeks, Katsuki felt a little more at peace with the mess that was his life.

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Life continued in that damn usual chaos. Work, patrols, kicking criminals' asses, and, of course, dealing with his idiot alpha's hormonal mess. What made things even more complicated was that Katsuki still hadn’t told Deku he was pregnant. And luckily, alphas are dumb enough not to notice that during the first few months of pregnancy. Which was a relief. He wanted to control the moment he would say it, and, damn, he still hadn’t found the right moment.

But ever since the last heat, Izuku had been clingier and more emotional than ever. It was like dealing with a giant child, and that was starting to test Bakugo’s patience in ways he hadn’t imagined. How the hell was he dealing with this without blowing up the house yet?

— Deku, I already told you to get the hell out of here, damn it! — Katsuki growled as he chopped the vegetables on the kitchen counter, preparing katsudon, the crying alpha's favorite dish. He tapped his foot irritably, trying to shake off Izuku, who was literally clinging to his leg, sobbing like a baby. Damn, what a pathetic sight.

— B-but Kacchaaann... — Deku sobbed, looking up at him with red, swollen eyes. The nerd’s face was a mess of tears and snot, as usual, when he started this damn emotional show. — I missed you so much! — He sniffled loudly, trying to wipe his face on Katsuki’s pants. — We’re always working, a-and I’m hardly ever home!

Katsuki huffed. The damn alpha had a point. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, Izuku was out most of the time, caught up in investigations, interviews, dumb events, and everything else that came with being the new rising star in the public eye. Izuku was a sensation, a damn rising star, and it seemed like everyone wanted a piece of him. And meanwhile, Katsuki was there, living his hormonal hell while trying to keep his damn pregnancy a secret.

He shook his head, trying to focus on dinner. Of course he was making katsudon for the damn nerd. Even though he was a pain in the ass, it was Katsuki’s way of spoiling that idiot. He’ll never know that. The smell of the dish started filling the apartment, and for a moment, he managed to tune out the emotional mess happening at his feet.

— Deku, get that ridiculous face up and stop crying, damn it! — Katsuki growled, leaning over to toss the onion peels into the trash since the nerd wouldn’t let him move.

Izuku sniffled again but didn’t let go of Katsuki’s leg. If anything, he clung even tighter, like some sort of needy pet.

— It’s just that... I-I know you’re here, Kacchan, b-but... — his voice wavered with emotion. — But we don’t spend that much time together. I… I-I want to be with you more, but work, the interviews, the missions... — He sobbed again, his voice breaking. — I miss you!

Katsuki almost threw the knife on the floor. Damn, this was ridiculous!

Of course, he knew Izuku was always swamped with crap. The nerd never stopped, and meanwhile, Katsuki worked normal hours as a sidekick, already making a name for himself, but it was nothing compared to the damn nerd who was in the spotlight 24/7.

He felt his stomach churn again, reminded of why he couldn’t take part in any of that crap. He didn’t want some random omega to notice he was pregnant before Izuku knew. Damn it, he needed to tell Deku, but when? He hadn’t found the right moment, and this crap about timing was pissing him off more than anything.

— Look, nerd, — Katsuki huffed, tossing the rice into the bowl and topping it off with the juicy meat for the katsudon. — I get that you’re in this clingy-ass phase, but I don’t have time to deal with your emotional crises right now. Take this damn food and go cry somewhere else while I finish here, got it?

He shoved the plate toward Deku, who finally let go of his leg to sit down in the chair, his eyes still shining with tears, but already reaching out for the food like it was the most precious gift in the world.

— Ka-Kacchaaann... — Deku murmured, his voice shaky but with a smile on his face as he picked up the chopsticks. — Thank you... I... I really missed you, you know? — he said, taking a bite of the katsudon.

Katsuki huffed again, turning back to the stove, but he felt a small twinge of satisfaction. Damn nerd. Even though he was a hormonal mess, at least he was happy with the damn katsudon.

Now he just had to figure out when and how he was going to break the damn news.

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Katsuki was at the agency, buried up to his neck in paperwork. Today was his damn desk day, organizing reports and dealing with the most tedious part of hero work. He had always hated this crap, but lately… well, he saw things a little differently.

Damn, ever since he found out he was pregnant, every fight seemed to carry a different weight. Every time he went out on patrol, he felt his chest tighten in a way it never had before. What if something happened? What if he took a hit to the stomach? Just thinking about it made his stomach churn, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Unconsciously, his hand slid down to his abdomen. There was nothing visible yet. His hero uniform still fit the same way, and he wasn’t big enough to raise anyone’s suspicions. But he knew. Damn, he knew what was growing in there. And he also knew that soon things would change, a lot. There was no hiding from it anymore. Not after he’d noticed something he initially thought was crazy.

It was more than one. More than one damn pup. He didn’t know how many yet, but he knew there wasn’t just one in there. This crap was getting too real, too fast. And the feeling of carrying a litter had him tense all the time.

He sighed heavily, running a hand over his face in exhaustion, while the TV in the small desk work room at the agency continued to fill the space with the sound of some irrelevant news report. The room was dimly lit, with piles of reports scattered across the table, the laptop open with graphs flashing and notifications pinging every now and then. The distant sound of conversations from other heroes echoed through the agency’s halls, but in that moment, he felt isolated in his corner, battling against the damn rising anxiety.

The leather chair creaked as he shifted, trying to find a position that wouldn’t make him even more uncomfortable. The TV noise droned on in the background, but he could barely focus. The thought of going back on patrol made him uneasy. The streets didn’t feel as safe anymore. Damn it, if any idiot villain hit him… How had he gotten to this point? A damn hero, always ready to fight, now worrying about something he couldn’t even see yet. The protective instinct was messing with him in ways he’d never imagined.

Shit, desk work seemed like a relief now.

He huffed, running his fingers through his blond hair, feeling the tension in his shoulders grow. He knew he’d have to tell the truth soon, face reality once and for all. Not just the damn fact that he was pregnant, but the fact that Izuku still didn’t know anything. And the more time passed, the harder it would be to hide.

— I’m screwed... — he muttered to himself, his voice low, as he lazily typed on the keyboard. Each word felt like an added weight, not just from exhaustion, but from the damn responsibility he was carrying, which would soon, literally, weigh more.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through his thoughts, and Katsuki instinctively turned his head to the TV. And there he was: Deku, in his hero uniform, all dirty, his green hair stuck to his forehead, messier than ever. It looked like the damn nerd had just come out of a heavy fight, still panting and with dirt on his broad shoulders.

Katsuki bit his lip without realizing it. Damn, the nerd was really good-looking. He didn’t want to admit this crap even to himself, but it was impossible to deny it now. After reaching adulthood, Izuku had turned into a damn tank. The guy was a massive 2 meters tall, his shoulders like a wall, and those muscles... damn it, he looked like a damn professional fighter. Just his biceps were almost half of Bakugo’s body, and it made him huff in irritation.

Sure, the nerd had lost that baby face long ago, but he still carried that stupid, youthful, and innocent air that got on Bakugo’s nerves. Even being a mountain of muscle now, he was still the same damn Deku Katsuki knew. His freckled face, ridiculously long lashes, that well-defined jawline... and the eyes. Damn, those green eyes shining on the TV, like he was always ready to save the world.

Bakugo couldn’t tear his eyes away. There was the damn alpha, his alpha, being interviewed live, with his firm hands on his hips, looking nervous while the reporter asked stupid questions.

— ...Well, next week there will be the heroes’ convention, — the reporter said with an exaggerated smile, getting way too close to Izuku for Bakugo’s liking. Way too close. Katsuki frowned, his fingers starting to tingle. — Will you be attending, Deku?

She casually touched Izuku’s arm, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Katsuki felt his stomach turn with rage. Small explosions crackled in his palms without him noticing, but the irritation was clear on his face. The alpha still hadn’t made their relationship public, and, damn, that was starting to become a problem.

“Who does that bitch think she is?” Bakugo gritted his teeth, his eyes glued to the screen. It was common for him to get pissed off like this, especially since they still hadn’t gone public with their relationship. Everyone treated Izuku like he was a damn prize, an unmated dominant alpha, always wanting to get too close, touch too much, and it made Bakugo’s blood boil. But seeing that woman, with that sly smile, touching his alpha on national television...

— Son of a bitch... — Katsuki muttered quietly, his eyes flashing with anger as the reporter continued with the damn questions.

Izuku, as always, was being his damn polite nerd self, answering with a slightly nervous smile. The guy could handle powerful villains, but he got all flustered when someone got too close to him in public. “Damn it, nerd! Do something!”

Katsuki felt his chest tighten as he watched the scene. He knew it wasn’t just the reporter that bothered him, but the fact that Izuku still hadn’t told the world about them. And now, more than ever, that was pissing him off. Not just out of jealousy, but also because the damn pregnancy was starting to weigh on him. How the hell was he supposed to tell Izuku he was pregnant if they hadn’t even announced they were together?

The rage burned in Bakugo’s chest, mixed with a stab of insecurity he hated to feel. But he couldn’t help it. He wanted things to be clear. He wanted the world to know Deku was his. The way it had to be. And seeing that woman casually touching Izuku... well, it only made everything worse.

More sparks escaped Katsuki's hands as he tried to take a deep breath, without success.

— If I see that bitch in the street, I swear I'll blow her up until there's nothing left, — Bakugo growled, teeth clenched, his gaze fixed on the damn screen. — Damn bitch, Deku already has a mate... And a litter!

He barely had time to breathe before a familiar voice cut through the room like a knife.

— Oh, so you're pregnant, Bakugo? Gokainin omedetou. — said a monotone voice with irritating calm.

Katsuki jumped out of the chair, nearly knocking the laptop to the floor. He turned toward the voice, eyes wide in pure shock. Todoroki was sitting calmly at the desk behind his, surrounded by huge piles of paperwork, as if nothing had happened.

— S-since when... — Katsuki started to stutter, something rare enough to make it clear he was freaking out inside, his hands trembling.

Todoroki looked up, his usual expression: completely emotionless, as if he were talking about the weather or something equally insignificant.

— Since you walked in, — Icy Hot replied calmly, adjusting one of the piles of documents beside him.

Bakugo immediately felt his blood boil. How the hell hadn’t he noticed that damn iceberg had been listening the whole time?! He always underestimated Todoroki's damn ability to blend into the background. Katsuki felt his face heat up, anger pulsing in his temples. He ran his hand through his blond hair, messing up the already spiky strands, trying to pull himself together.

— You damn Half-and-Half bastard... — he began, but his voice came out lower than he expected. — How long have you been listening to my life, huh?!

Todoroki didn’t seem the least bit affected by the impending explosion of anger. He just shrugged.

— I wasn’t listening on purpose, — Todoroki replied, keeping that calm, almost bored tone, which only made Katsuki even angrier. — But it’s hard not to notice when you start talking out loud about "litter" and "mates" while working.

Katsuki felt the explosions in his palms intensify. Damn, he hated that Todoroki could make him feel so pissed off and humiliated at the same time, without even trying.

— And if I blow you up right now, huh, Icy-Hot? Will you keep acting like this? — Bakugo threatened, his eyes sparking with fury, but deep down he knew he couldn’t do anything stupid right there, in the middle of the agency, especially his damn father’s agency. Icy Hot remained impassive, as if Bakugo’s threats were merely a mild inconvenience.

— I was just making an observation, Bakugo, — Todoroki said, now pushing some documents to the side, organizing his desk as if the conversation was something casual. — No need to blow everything up just because I heard you confirm what was already pretty obvious.

Bakugo quickly put his hand on his stomach. Obvious? He glanced back at the TV, where Deku was still being interviewed, and a knot began to form in his throat. Did everyone already know? Had this shit been written all over his face the whole time and he hadn’t even noticed?

— Go to hell, Todoroki, — he muttered, more to himself, before throwing his body back into the chair.

— You still haven’t told Midoriya, have you?

Bakugo immediately gritted his teeth, feeling the anger rise through his body like a wave of heat. Damn meddling bastard. His face heated up instantly, and he slowly turned in his chair, his eyes narrowed and blazing with fury.

— No, I haven’t, and if you open your damn mouth to anyone, you’re dead, Half-and-Half! — Katsuki growled, turning his chair fully to face Todoroki with pure hatred in his eyes.

He felt the small explosions start to tingle in his palms, his entire body tense, as if he was seconds away from flying across the room and blowing the bastard up in the middle of his documents. He knew Todoroki wasn’t the type to go around spreading secrets, but, damn, just the thought that someone might say something to Deku before he could…

Todoroki, for his part, merely raised an eyebrow, clearly not intimidated by the threat.

— I’m not going to say anything, — Todoroki responded, his voice so flat it sounded like he was discussing what to have for lunch. — I’m just saying it would be better to tell him before he finds out from someone else.

Bakugo felt his blood boil even more. Damn it, he knew that! Of course he knew! But he needed to find the right moment for it! He was feeling suffocated by all this shit, but he knew that letting more time pass would only make things worse. Todoroki was right, but, as always, hearing the truth from someone else only pissed him off more.

— I know that, damn it! — Bakugo snapped, his fists clenched on the arms of the chair. — I just... — He bit his lip, unable to finish the sentence.

He didn’t know how. Damn it, he didn’t know how to tell him.

Todoroki just nodded slightly, as if he understood without needing to hear the rest.

— You don’t need to explain anything to me, Bakugo, — he said calmly, turning his attention back to the documents in front of him. — But time is passing. And Midoriya won’t stay blind forever, no matter how dense he is.

Katsuki gritted his teeth once again, frustrated by Todoroki's damn unshakable logic. Damn it, he knew that better than anyone.

— I’ll tell him in my own time, damn it! And you stay out of it! — Bakugo snapped, his voice low but filled with anger, as if it was the only way to keep control of the situation.

Todoroki shrugged, not taking his eyes off the papers.

— Sure. — He paused and added, without looking at Bakugo: — Omedetou.

Bakugo felt his face heat up even more. He let out a growl of frustration before turning back to his desk, fighting the urge to blow the whole room to pieces.

Damn meddling bastard.

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Things weren’t getting any better. In fact, the crap was getting worse by the day. Deku was being approached by all sorts of people: omegas, betas, and even female alphas, all clinging to him like flies on a damn piece of candy. And the damn nerd, with that stupid smile as always, treated them all kindly. Katsuki knew Izuku didn’t do it maliciously, knew the alpha was just a social butterfly who didn’t see the obvious intentions of those around him. But damn, watching these “fans” throw themselves at him, even though Izuku didn’t notice, made Katsuki want to blow up the whole damn city.

It was one of his days off. He was sprawled on the couch, bored, with the TV on one of those stupid shows he’d never watch if it weren’t for a very specific reason. Deku. The damn nerd was in yet another live interview, on some idiotic talk show, as the main guest this time. And of course, Katsuki was watching, if only to keep an eye on who would try to get close to him this time.

Izuku was well-dressed, wearing a white shirt and the crimson skinny tie Katsuki had picked out for him. The alpha looked like a damn model, sitting there all put together, with perfect posture, the shirt emphasizing his muscles, and his messy hair perfectly styled. But what made Katsuki growl in anger were the two omegas sitting next to Deku. Doctors, of course, and both were speaking with those stupid smiles on their faces, saying how strong Izuku was, how essential he was to their work, how his presence helped save more lives. All the while practically throwing themselves at him.

Katsuki gritted his teeth. He knew he shouldn’t care so much, knew it was part of Izuku’s life now. But damn, seeing those two smiling and flirting with his alpha? No matter how much he tried to convince himself he was overreacting, the anger was constant.

The tension in the studio seemed light to everyone—except Bakugo. The two omegas were giggling discreetly, crossing and uncrossing their legs in a calculated way, while Izuku, the damn nerd, tried to stay composed, clearly oblivious to the vibe of what was happening. The host, some guy with a fake smile and a disgusting cheap heartthrob attitude, decided to throw even more fuel on the fire.

— Deku, you’re such a successful hero, so young and already so prestigious... But there’s one thing the public always wants to know... — the host began, his tone insufferably casual. Katsuki felt a chill of irritation crawl up his spine, already anticipating the crap that was coming next.

Deku, on the other hand, just smiled, innocent as ever.

— Why are you never seen at social events? You’re always so reserved. I mean, with all the success you have, people wonder... how can an alpha like you still be unmated? — The host let out a laugh, forced and irritating, while the two omegas beside Izuku giggled along, casting glances at him.

Katsuki felt his blood boil, his eyes glued to the screen as if he could burst through it and blow up everyone in the studio.

Deku looked visibly uncomfortable, his smile faltering for a second before trying to mask it. Katsuki knew that nervous look. The damn nerd didn’t know what to say, and that only made Bakugo more furious. He knew Izuku wasn’t the type to handle this kind of personal question well, especially when caught off guard.

— Ah, I... well... — Deku began, scratching the back of his neck in a way Katsuki knew all too well. He was nervous, and that only made things worse. — I like to focus on my work as a hero, you know? I don’t think my personal life is that important...

— But Deku, you’re such an amazing alpha! How can you say your personal life isn’t important? — interrupted one of the omegas, her voice dripping with forced sweetness. — I bet a lot of people would love to get to know that... more intimate side of you.

Katsuki clenched his fists, small explosions already crackling between his fingers. Damn, those bitches were hitting on Deku in front of everyone! And the idiot nerd was just sitting there, smiling like a lost puppy, trying to change the subject. He could feel the heat rising, the jealousy and frustration building with every second.

Deku laughed nervously, clearly trying to escape the conversation.

— Well... I really am more focused on my work. I don’t have much time for that sort of thing... — He tried to dodge, but the host was having too much fun with the situation to let it go.

— Really? Not even a secret girlfriend somewhere? — The host poked, with that smug smile, as if he’d uncovered Izuku’s biggest secret.

The omegas laughed, their looks becoming even more suggestive, and Katsuki felt like he was about to blow up the entire room. He jumped up, breathing heavily, staring at the TV with pure hatred in his eyes.

— Son of a bitch... — he muttered, each word dripping with rage. If only he could spill everything on live TV, at least he could put those bitches in their place.

Deku was clearly uncomfortable, but as always, he was too polite to just cut off the topic. Katsuki knew the damn nerd was trying to stay professional, but damn it, he wanted to blow up that studio and end it all right there.

He took a step toward the TV, sparks already rising up his hands, but he held back, taking a deep breath. Even so, the feeling of helplessness gnawed at him from the inside. It was obvious no one there had any idea that the damn Deku had a mate and a litter on the way.

Deku took a deep breath, and Katsuki noticed just how much he was trying to stay calm. The nerd knew what was at stake. Izuku wasn’t going to say anything about what was happening between them because Bakugo had asked him not to. He needed peace, time. Damn, with all the chaos going on in his life—the last heat, the pregnancy, work, the damn hormones, and everything else—the last thing he wanted was the media digging into his personal life. He had been clear with Deku: “Keep this between us for now. I don’t want everyone poking around in our lives.”

And, damn, Deku respected that. Katsuki knew that. But now, seeing the nerd being pressured like this, with those two omegas practically licking their lips beside him, only made everything worse.

Deku smiled nervously again, shaking his head, trying to dodge the topic as best as he could.

— I really prefer to focus on my work, — he said, keeping his voice calm, but Bakugo knew he was uncomfortable as hell. He could see it in the small hesitations from the alpha, in the way he scratched his neck, in the quick glances he shot around, as if looking for an escape.

— That’s very noble of you, Deku, — said the host, a malicious smile on his lips. — But are you sure there’s no one special in your life? After all, alphas like you don’t stay single for long... — The words came out with a forced laugh, and the omegas beside Deku giggled too, tossing their hair back and giving him suggestive looks.

Katsuki closed his eyes, trying to contain the rage boiling inside him. Damn bitches. They were practically offering themselves live, and Izuku, being the polite nerd as always, was being way too kind. He understood why Deku wouldn’t say anything—it was him who asked for secrecy—but at that moment, a part of him wished Izuku would just throw all the crap into the open.

— Are you sure there’s no one hidden away somewhere? — the host continued, clearly enjoying the situation. — Maybe a secret girlfriend? A fling with a coworker?

Deku shook his head again, trying to smile, but it was obvious he was uncomfortable.

— No, I really don’t have anything like that, — he replied, his voice a bit firmer this time, but still nervous. — I prefer to keep my personal life out of the spotlight.

Katsuki could feel the weight of Izuku’s words. The nerd was protecting the both of them, protecting what they had, just as he had asked. But at the same time, seeing how the situation was playing out made him want to blow everything up. Small explosions began crackling again in Bakugo’s palms as he watched the two omegas giggle and exchange glances.

Damn, what a nightmare.

The guy was a social idiot, always trying to be kind, and didn’t see the venom in the interactions around him. But, damn it, Bakugo couldn’t take watching that scene any longer. The urge to call the studio and tell everyone to go fuck themselves was too strong.

— Deku is very focused on work, that’s clear, — one of the omegas commented, casting an affected smile in Izuku’s direction. — But such a dedicated alpha... I’m sure many people would love the chance to get to know him better... outside of work, of course.

Deku let out a nervous laugh, clearly trying to end the conversation.

— I really do prefer to keep my personal life separate from work, — he repeated, this time with more firmness. — Let’s focus on hero work, which is what really matters here.

“Good, nerd,” Bakugo thought, feeling a small sense of relief seeing that Izuku was managing to get out of that situation. Even so, the anger still burned in his chest. He threw himself back onto the couch, his muscles still tense, as he watched the program continue with those stupid questions. Damn, he knew he’d have to deal with this at some point. Sooner or later, the shit was going to hit the fan.

But for now, he just wanted peace.

He still needed to tell the alpha about the pregnancy.

And for that, Izuku was doing exactly what he’d asked.

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Katsuki was determined. He wasn't going to let what was happening go unnoticed. He's Katsuki fucking Bakugo and he wasn't going to let any bitch do whatever she wanted with his alpha. That week, he stopped by a few omega stores, but this time he went straight to the "sex shop" section. 

There were a lot more interesting things in that store than Katsuki had imagined when he went out for a quick shopping trip. A crooked smile appeared on his face as he tossed the items into the cart. “Damn, it was so easy to find what I needed.” He finished shopping without a second thought and headed to the checkout, satisfied with what he had gotten.

That night, he was already in his room—or rather, Izuku’s room. After discovering the pregnancy, he ended up moving in there, leaving his old room to be turned into a nursery. Not that the nerd had noticed anything suspicious about it. On the contrary, Izuku was over the moon. The bastard thought Bakugo had finally "opened up" to the idea of living together. As if he needed an excuse to build his nest there...

Anyway, Izuku was as happy as a dog wagging its tail. Especially because Katsuki made sure to build a big nest on the bed, allowing the alpha to sleep next to him instead of on the couch in the living room. Just remembering the dumb look Deku had when he saw the completed nest made Katsuki want to blow the world up from secondhand embarrassment.

From the bedroom, he heard the sound of the front door opening. Deku’s routine had become so predictable that he didn’t even need to check the clock to know that the nerd had just gotten home from work.

— Tadaima! — Izuku shouted from downstairs, with the same boundless energy as always. Happier than ever, as usual.

— Up here in the bedroom! — Katsuki yelled back, without taking his eyes off what he was doing.

He heard the heavy footsteps of Izuku climbing the stairs, and within seconds, the damn nerd was at the door, with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face, like he was some kind of walking present. He was still in his uniform, his green hair all messy, but that ridiculous sparkle in his eyes made it clear how happy he was to be home.

But then, when he saw how Katsuki was dressed, his grin morphed into an open-mouthed ‘o,’ and his face flushed red. Katsuki smiled, feeling confident and incredibly sexy.

— What’s the matter, Deku? Cat got your tongue? — he purred, moving toward the frozen alpha.

Katsuki closes the bedroom door softly and looks at Izuku, who is now growling lowly.

He’s wearing a skimpy doctor's lingerie set - a sheer white babydoll nightie with ruffled trim, complete with matching panties that barely cover his plump rear. The flimsy garment does little to hide his perky breasts, stiff pink nipples already leaking droplets of sweet cream. He grins impishly at Izuku.

— Well well, looks like my big strong alpha is home early, — Bakugo purrs, doing a slow twirl to show off his delectable body. — Ready for your checkup, Izuku? I hope you haven't been a naughty boy...

Izuku's eyes darken with lust as he drinks in the sight of his bratty omega all dressed up and dripping milk. His nostrils flare, picking up Bakugo's heady scent. Unable to resist, Izuku stalks forward and grabs the babydoll, yanking it down to fully expose Bakugo's leaking tits.

— Fuck, you look so sexy dressed up like this, — Izuku growls approvingly, palming and squeezing the soft mounds, fingers sinking into the supple flesh. Milk dribbles over his knuckles as he toys with Bakugo's sensitive nipples as he leads them to the bed behind Katsuki — Been thinking about your mouth on my cock all day…

Katsuki arches into Izuku's rough touch with a breathy moan, reveling in the way his alpha manhandles his lactating tits. He rakes his nails down Izuku's muscular back.

— Ahn… nng… yeah, play with my titties just like that, — Bakugo pants, pupils blown with desire. — Get them nice and drippy for you.

Izuku snarls possessively and clamps his teeth around one stiff peak, suckling hard. Bakugo keens and writhes, squirming onhis nest, fisting his hands in Izuku's short blond hair. Milk floods Izuku's eager mouth as he nurses.

— Ah fuck yes, drink it all down, — Bakugo groans, head thrown back in bliss. Feeling confident enough, he starts to joke around a bit, knowing that his dummy alpha won't understand.— Gonna feed our pups on these fat milkers soon enough...

He grinds his dripping cunt against Izuku's rock hard cock, beneath his uniform. Bakugou’s panties are soaked through. The alpha growls and reaches down to tear the flimsy lace away with one hand, leaving Bakugo bare beneath him, as he quickly he violently takes off his own clothes. Conveniently, the uniform has an easy-to-open zipper (Katsuki’s credits here). Izuku lines up his throbbing tip with Bakugo's entrance.

— Ready for me, you bratty little doc? — Izuku asks darkly, voice thick with need. — Gonna fill this pussy up so fucking deep…

Bakugo grins wickedly up at his alpha, eyes glinting with mischief and lust. He rolls his hips, rubbing his slick folds along Izuku's rock hard dick.

— Nngh, aahnn… fuck yes, stuff me full of that fat alpha cock, — Bakugou purrs, voice low and needy. — Wanna feel you throbbing in my guts as yo—mmph!

Izuku silences him with a bruising kiss, tongue delving deep to plunder Bakugo's mouth. He grips the omega's slender hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises and thrusts in brutally, burying himself to the hilt in one sharp snap of his hips. The bed makes loud noises, as if it were going to break.

— Take it, you bratty little doc, — Izuku snarls against Bakugo's lips, already pounding into him at a relentless pace. — Gonna fuck you so full of my seed, you'll be dripping with it for days...

Bakugo throws his head back with a shrill cry of pleasure, walls clenching down tight around Izuku's pistoning length. Milk sprays from his jiggling tits with every jarring thrust, painting both their bodies. The obscene wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, along with Bakugo's desperate mewls and whimpers.

— AHN! Yes yes yes mmmnhhh, ahn, ri-right there! Mnnh, mmmnn, h-harder Izu nghnn… fuck me ha-harder! — Bakugo babbles deliriously, completely lost to the overwhelming pleasure.

Bakugo's head thrashed against the pillow, his slender body shaking with the effort of taking Izuku's dick. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the burn of the stretch. Izuku just smirked down at him, green eyes gleaming with barely restrained lust as he watched Bakugo's face contort and flush. 

— That's it, take it like a good boy... such a tight little pussy wrapped around my cock…

— Cocky...sonuvabitch.. — Bakugo managed to grit out between clenched teeth. He dug his nails into Izuku's skin, leaving crescent marks in their wake. — Think you're hot shit, huh? Nngh...fuckin'...splitting me open...

He could feel his slick walls flutter and ripple around Izuku's pistoning cock, the delicious friction making stars explode behind his eyelids. His own neglected little cocklet throbbed painfully between his legs.

Izuku reached between their bodies to roughly palm Bakugo's weeping cocklet, jacking him with quick, ruthless strokes. 

— This pathetic little thing? Fuck, I bet you'll cum just from having your pussy stuffed, doc…  — He leaned down to capture Bakugo's lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue. — Gonna...fuck...breed this bratty cunt...

Bakugo moaned wantonly into the kiss, his hips rolling to meet Izuku's increasingly erratic thrusts. He could feel Izuku's massive cock throbbing inside him, stretching him impossibly wide. Each rough thrust sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine, making his toes curl against the sheets.

Izuku pounds into Bakugo's sopping cunt like a man possessed, chasing his rapidly approaching climax. His heavy balls slap loudly against Bakugo's ass with each brutal thrust, drawing shrill cries from the overwhelmed omega.

— Fuck, gonna cum soon, — Izuku grits out, voice strained with impending release. — Gonna pump you so full of my seed, knock you up with my baby!

He bit his tongue to keep from revealing that he's already pregnant. His eyes roll back in ecstasy, tongue lolling out as drool trickles down his chin. His pussy spasms wildly around Izuku's plunging cock, milking him for all he's worth.

— Aaahnn, yes yes yessss! Do it, mnnn bre-breed me alpha aaan — Bakugo screams, back arching as his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave.

With a guttural roar, Izuku slams in to the hilt one final time, hips flush against Bakugo's cunt as his cock twitches and throbs, his knot swelling and locking they together. Thick ropes of hot seed gush into Katsuki's fluttering depths, flooding his womb with potent alpha cum. Bakugo can only moan weakly as he's pumped full, belly starting to swell from the sheer volume.

Izuku collapses on top of Bakugo, both of them gasping for air, bodies slick with sweat and sexual fluids. Bakugo mewls softly as Izuku's cock throb and releases jets of sperm in short bursts of time. 

— Mmmn, a-ahn… — Bakugo purrs languidly, basking in the afterglow. — Think you put a baby in me this time for sure, stud... Can't wait to see my tits get even fatter with milk.

Izuku chuckles breathlessly and gathers Bakugo into his strong arms, nuzzling into his damp hair.

— I-Izu...please… — Bakugo panted, voice ragged. He wasn't even sure what he was begging for anymore: more pleasure or a reprieve from the relentless stimulation.

Izuku just smirked at him, green eyes glinting with possession. He leaned down to mouth at Bakugo's throat, sucking dark bruises into the delicate skin, just above his bond mark. Bakugo shuddered clenching purposefully around Izuku's knot as he moaned. Deku chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest and into Bakugo's chest. He nipped at Katsuki's earlobe, tugging sharply. 

— You sure about that? Feels pretty damn messy from where I'm knotted...

He punctuated his words with a particularly forceful grind of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in Katsuki's fluttering heat. Bakugo keened high in his throat, eyes rolling back as another mini-orgasm ripped through him.

— Fuck...fuck...Izuku… — he slurred drunkenly, his pussy clenching rhythmically around the thick shaft

Bakugo ground his scent glands against the side of Izuku's neck, marking the larger alpha with his potent omega sweetness. He nuzzled into Izuku's skin, breathing in the heady mix of their combined oils together. It was intoxicating, dizzying.

— Mmmnn...mine… — Bakugo purred possessively, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. He clenched his inner muscles around Izuku's knot, reveling in the way it made the bigger male shudder and gasp.

Izuku's hands flexed on Bakugo's hips with his nails digging into that soft flesh.

— The hell are you doing, doc? — he growled, even as he arched into Katsuki's touch. — Trying to...ngh...claim me?

Bakugo just smirked, tongue darting out to lap at Izuku's pulse point. He could taste the alpha's confusion, his uncertainty...and beneath that. It made Katsuki’s dark and possessive side unfurl. Without losing time, the omega bite his alpha, ‘marking’ him as strong as he could. Now that damn omegas will be away from his alpha. Izuku shivered and squirmed, growling low, but he let Bakugo do whatever he wanted to.

— Maybe I am, — he murmured, sucking the skin of Izuku's neck. Slowly he released Deku’s neck and licked his pheromone glands, now marked with two half moons. — Maybe I'm done being the bitch in this relationship... maybe it's time for you to submit to me for once...

He punctuated his words with a sharp roll of his hips, grinding his swollen clit against Izuku's pelvis. The bigger male let out a choked moan, eyes closing as his knot pulsed inside Bakugo's fluttering channel, releasing loads of his cum again.

— You...nngh...you think you can...ah...handle me, omega? — Izuku panted, even as his hands slid up to palm Bakugo's ass. He kneaded the plump flesh roughly, pulling Katsuki harder against him.

Bakugo just grinned, sharp and feral. 

— Ngh… O-oh, I think I can handle mnnn anything you can ahn mnn… dish out… the question is nnnn… ahn can… can you handle me?

He set a punishing pace, riding Izuku's knot with single-minded focus. The obscene wet slap of skin on skin filled the room again, punctuated by Bakugo's breathy moans and Izuku's grunts of pleasure. But then, Bakugo huffed in annoyance as Izuku pinned the smaller omega beneath his bulk. He could feel the alpha's knot pulsing inside him, still locking them together.

— Tch...too tired, huh? — Katsuki grumbled, fingers digging into Izuku's shoulders. — Lazy alpha...what's wrong, can't keep up with me?

Izuku just smirked down at him, his green eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

— Oh, I think we both know who's really too tired here, omega — he purred against Bakugo's mouth.

Katsuki flushed hotly, aroused and irritated by the alpha's condescending tone. He squirmed beneath Izuku, trying to find some friction, some relief from the aching emptiness in his core.

— Sh-shut up, — Bakugo hissed, even as he tilted his hips up invitingly. — I'm not...

His words cut off in a strangled moan as Izuku ground against him, the thick shaft buried inside him rubbing deliciously against his sensitive walls. Stars exploded behind Bakugo's eyelids and he clung to Izuku's strong shoulders.

— Mmnh aaahn...Izuku...please… — he whimpered, voice thin and reedy with need. He hated how desperate he sounded, how utterly debauched...but he couldn't help it. His body craved more, craved Izuku's touch, as hell.

Deku chuckled darkly. He ducked his head down to Katsuki's chest, latching onto one dusky nipple and suckling hard.

— Aww, does mommy need it? — Izuku cooed mockingly, tongue flicking out to tease the pebbled bud. — Does mommy's need to cum again?

Katsuki shuddered violently, a fresh flood of slick gushing out around Izuku's knot at the filthy words. The alpha's tongue on his nipple, the degrading endear, was hella hot.

— D-don't… mnnnn… call me that, — Bakugo whined breathlessly, even as he arched into Izuku's touch. The bigger male just smirked, green eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

— Why not, mommy? — Izuku purred, punctuating his question with a sharp nip to Bakugo's nipple. — You're being such a good little mommy for me...so desperate for your baby's cock...

A broken moan spilling from Bakugo’s lips.

— Nngh… Izu… baby… please… — he panted, hips rolling needily.

Izuku sealed his lips around the abused nipple and suckled hard, tongue flicking out to tease the pebbled bud.

— What was that, baby? Mommy needs...needs what?

Katsuki whimpered, squirming beneath his alpha’s ministrations.

— I-I need...I need to cum, — he admitted shamefully, voice thin and reedy with desperation. — Please baby… nnnn… make me… ahn… cum o-on your cock…

Izuku's grin widened, eyes flashing with heat. He reached between their bodies to wrap a calloused hand around Bakugo's weeping cock, jacking him in time with the slow grind of his hips.

— There's a good mommy, — Izuku praised condescendingly, thumb swiping over Katsuki's leaking slit. — Gonna feed this fat cock to your hungry pussy, hmm? Let baby stuff mommy full...

Bakugo thrashed beneath Izuku, his body singing with pleasure as the alpha worked him over with expert touches. Izuku's words washed over him, degrading and dirty, stoking the flames of his arousal higher and higher. Bakugo babbled incoherently, back arching as a particularly deep thrust hit his g-spot dead-on. His cunt clenched greedily around Izuku's knot, trying to draw the alpha even deeper.

— That's it, mommy… gonna make you cum so hard on my cock...

Katsuki keened high in his throat, the dual stimulation of Izuku's thrusts and his skillful hand pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

— P-please...I need...I'm gonna...nnnhhh! — His words cut off in a strangled cry as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His pussy clenched and pulsed, clamping down viciously on Izuku's knot, rippling and fluttering around the thick shaft. Slick gushed out around the alpha's length, soaking the sheets of their nest..

— Hahh...hahh...fuck… — Bakugo panted, chest heaving as he came down from the high. His thighs trembled, inner walls still clenching weakly around Izuku's knot.

Deku groaned above him, hips stuttering as Bakugo's release triggered his own. He buried himself to the hilt in Bakugo's fluttering heat again, knot pulsing as he pumped the omega full of his thick seed again and again.

— Mmmph...good mommy, — Izuku praised breathlessly, leaning down to mouth at Bakugo's sweat-damp throat. — Took baby's load so well...

Fuck, if Katsuki wasn’t already pregnant he surely would be now.

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Days had passed, and Bakugo still couldn’t find a damn decent way to tell Izuku about the pregnancy. He knew he needed to do it soon, before that damn alpha figured it out on his own. Or worse, before others noticed what was happening. He huffed, kicking an empty can down the street as he walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo. That night’s patrol had been uneventful, which was a relief. But damn, that didn’t help calm the storm of thoughts swirling in his head.

Izuku was getting clingier and more dramatic than usual, and Katsuki had his suspicions. He suspected that the damn alpha's instincts were already starting to pick up on something different, even if Deku still had no idea what was going on. The truth was about to explode, and the pressure on Bakugo was suffocating him more than ever. Damn it, how did he let this shit get this far?

He huffed again, walking faster as he crossed one of the busy avenues of Tokyo. The neon lights of the shops and billboards flickered in his vision, creating a chaotic scene filled with people coming and going. The noise of conversations, cars, and distant sirens filled the air, everything around seemed hectic, but in Katsuki’s head, the mess was even greater. How the hell was he going to tell Deku this?

To make matters worse, rumors were starting to circulate. Damn, how could they not? It was obvious. He, in a damn fit of hormonal jealousy, had ended up biting Izuku's neck and marking him with his own pheromones a few days ago, while they were having sex. The nerd didn't mind, of course, but the fucking media didn't take long to smell it. And now, all hell was breaking loose. They were saying that fucking Izuku was with an omega, and Bakugo knew very well that he was the reason for these rumors.

— Shit... — he murmured to himself, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair, frustrated. How had he let himself get carried away so easily?

But deep down, a part of him was satisfied. Yes, Izuku was marked, and the world had finally noticed. Fuck if they were speculating; at least they knew he was already with someone. Katsuki flashed a small crooked smile. The truth was, he even liked this whole thing. It was high time people noticed that Deku had an omega, and if everything went well, when he told Izuku about the pregnancy, Deku would probably want to reveal their relationship to the public.

He could barely wait for that. He wanted to see everyone’s faces when the news broke. It was going to be epic.

— Dynamight? — a voice sounded, loud enough to pull him out of his thoughts.

Katsuki turned automatically, his face set, seeing a small group of fans approaching him. To his dismay, one of them was an alpha, and the other two were betas. Damn it, right now?

— Hey, Dynamight! We’re your biggest fans, man! Could you give us an autograph? — the alpha said, brimming with energy, getting way too close to Bakugo.

— Tch, — Katsuki muttered quietly, but he wasn’t in the mood to explode anything at the moment. He took the pen one of the betas handed him and started signing what the fans held out in front of him. Shirts, notebooks, phones. The usual crap. He just wanted it to be over soon.

But then came the damn problem. The alpha was way too close. Too close. Katsuki could smell his pheromones, that invasive, nauseating aroma that made him scrunch his nose instantly. The guy was rubbing against him while waiting for the autograph, as if he had no sense of personal space. The scent of another alpha was really starting to bother him, making Katsuki feel sick.

— Can you stop touching me, damn it? — he growled, shoving the guy hard enough to push him away. The alpha stumbled back, wide-eyed, surprised by the hero’s reaction.

The betas exchanged quick, uncomfortable glances, and one of them gave a nervous smile.

— Chill out, man. He was just excited... — one of the betas started to say, but the alpha interrupted, still staring at Katsuki.

— Damn... I knew it! He’s covered in another alpha’s pheromones... — the guy said in a low tone. Bakugo gritted his teeth, annoyed, as the alpha backed off a little more but still looked curious.

— You can smell it, — the second beta agreed, making a slight grimace. — It’s like... a warning. To stay away from him.

— Yeah, dude... someone’s already marked him. And it seems to be a pretty strong alpha... — the first beta nodded, looking nervously at Bakugo, now keeping his distance.

Damn! They could smell Izuku. His alpha's pheromones were so present, so strong, that even the betas could feel it. This only made Katsuki more irritated. He knew that smell of “don’t touch” was getting stronger every day, especially with Izuku's annoying need to mark him at every opportunity, and that just made everything more complicated. He needed to tell Izuku soon, before more people made that damn connection.

— Do you want the autograph or do you want to die? — Bakugo growled, his voice heavy with anger as he forcefully finished signing, his fists clenched, every muscle in his body tense.

The fans recoiled, clearly intimidated, but grabbed the autographs quickly before getting the hell out.

Damn idiots.

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Katsuki opened the apartment door and was immediately hit by the pleasant smell of home-cooked food. Damn, even the smell was welcoming in this place. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his coat in the genkan, letting out a heavy sigh as he walked toward the kitchen.

There was the nerd, humming like an idiot while stirring a pot and chopping vegetables as if he were the damn happiest hero in the world.

— Ah, Kacchan! Okaeri! — Izuku said, turning to look at Bakugo with a ridiculous, goofy smile on his face, like a puppy wagging its tail. Katsuki swore he could see the damn tail wagging with enthusiasm.

— Tadaima, nerd, — Bakugo grunted back, heading straight for the fridge to grab some water. He needed something to cool his nerves after what happened on the street with that stupid alpha.

Izuku was wearing an apron with "Plus Ultra" printed right in the middle, and Katsuki let out a sarcastic huff.

He walked past Deku without thinking much, heading toward the fridge, but before he could grab the water bottle, he felt Izuku's arms around him. The alpha did this almost automatically, always hugging him from behind as a reflex whenever Bakugo walked by. It was annoying and comforting at the same time, something he still didn’t know if he hated or... well, fuck it.

But this time was different.

Before Izuku could do the usual and give him that stupid kiss on the cheek, Katsuki felt the alpha’s body freeze, his muscles tensing as if they had just detected danger. What the hell was that? Katsuki furrowed his brow, feeling the immediate change in the air.

And then came the growl. Low, threatening, coming directly from Izuku's throat, reverberating through the kitchen.

— What the hell... — Katsuki started to say, confused.

— Why do you smell like another alpha? — Izuku's voice was low, threatening, but not directed at him. Katsuki knew that tone well. It wasn’t against him, but against the damn idiot who had left his pheromones on Bakugo’s body.

— Tch, some fans approached me before I got here, — Bakugo replied dismissively, as if it were no big deal. But the alpha clearly didn’t like the answer.

Izuku growled louder, irritated, and tightened his grip around Bakugo in the hug, swiftly lowering the high collar of Katsuki’s sweatshirt. He was visibly bothered, which meant things were about to get possessive very quickly. Katsuki barely had time to react before Izuku started rubbing his pheromone glands against Bakugo's, almost desperately, trying to erase any trace of that alpha who had gotten too close before.

— Tch, st-stop that... Deku, — Katsuki grunted, trying to sound irritated, but the truth was he wasn’t inclined to stop what was happening at all. — Possessive idiot alpha.

Izuku didn’t stop, not even for a second. He kept marking Bakugo with his scent, rubbing his gland against the omega's sensitive neck with intensity, as if the world depended on it. Katsuki huffed again, but... damn, he didn’t even make the slightest effort to push Izuku away. On the contrary, he tilted his head slightly to the side, offering better access to his neck.

The truth was that, despite the sharp words, Bakugo was quite pleased with the alpha's reaction. It felt good to know that Izuku was protecting what was his. It’s great that Deku is like this because Katsuki, besides not associating with losers, also wouldn’t be with an alpha who didn’t care about him.

Izuku didn’t seem at all willing to stop. The damn guy kept growling low, in a way that made the hair on the back of Bakugo’s neck stand up, while rubbing his glands against the omega's neck with an almost animalistic intensity. Izuku was staking his claim on him, making it clear that no one else, no damn alpha, could even think about getting close to Bakugo without facing the consequences. Izuku’s scent filled the kitchen, dense, possessive, and suffocating, and the heat of the alpha's body around Bakugo only intensified the atmosphere.

Damn... Katsuki loved that.

The way Izuku became fiercely protective, marking him as if the world depended on it... made Katsuki’s chest vibrate with a satisfaction he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Izuku finally started to relax after a few long minutes of marking and growling. When he seemed satisfied with what he had done, the alpha slowed down and pulled away, but not before leaning in and giving a soft kiss on Katsuki's lips, which made the omega roll his eyes but feel completely satisfied.

— Tch... always such a damn clingy one, — Bakugo grumbled, not pulling away.

Izuku smiled with his usual idiotic grin.

— I’m just taking care of you, Kacchan... — he said, his tone gentle.

Katsuki sighed and walked over to the fridge, grabbing the water bottle and pouring himself a drink leisurely.

— How was your patrol? — Izuku asked as he went back to stirring the pot.

— Quiet, nothing much to do... Some idiots decided to show up, but nothing worth my time, — Bakugo replied, opening the water bottle and taking a sip before continuing. — Aside from that damn alpha who decided to rub up against me, it was just a normal day.

Izuku fell silent for a moment, still stirring the food, but Bakugo noticed the quiet. He knew the nerd well enough to recognize when he got like this... trouble was brewing. He glanced sideways at Deku, noticing how the alpha was starting to sweat a little, his lips pursed as he nervously washed the dishes in the sink.

— And you, how was your day? — Katsuki asked, narrowing his eyes. Izuku could never hide anything for too long. Especially not when he got nervous like this.

— Ah... m-my day was... it was good, — Izuku replied, lacking conviction. He continued washing the dishes, but his movements were tense. Katsuki could see that the damn nerd was hiding something.

— Deku... — Bakugo started, his voice firm, placing the weight of his suspicion on him. — What the hell are you hiding?

Izuku froze in place, his body stiffening, but he had no way to escape now. He looked at Katsuki nervously, his eyes wide, scratching the back of his neck in that typical way he did when he was about to spill some crap.

— W-well... you see… — Izuku started, his voice trembling a bit. — I... I was invited to participate in a... show...

— What kind of show? — Bakugo immediately asked, not giving Izuku a moment to breathe.

— Um, uh, a... a reality show... — Izuku replied, looking a bit more nervous. — That show where they pair couples... I think it's 'Heroic Bonds.'

Katsuki stopped for a second, letting the information sink in.

— WHAT?! — he roared, throwing the water bottle back into the fridge with so much force that the sound echoed through the kitchen. — You were invited to a damn COUPLES reality show?! — He said furiously as sparks began to crackle in his palms. No way in hell was that damn nerd going on some matchmaking show! Not on his watch; he’d rather blow up the whole studio!

— I-I didn’t a-accept! — Izuku tried to justify himself, his wet hands raised defensively against an imminent explosion. — T-they invited me, but... but I said I’d think about it!

Bakugo’s hands exploded in fury as he clenched his fists, the sound of the pops echoing through the kitchen. Damn it, he could blow up this apartment right now.

— THINK?! Think my ass, Deku! — Katsuki roared, his face red with rage and his expression furious. — You have no reason to think about this, damn it! You already have a mate, or have you forgotten?! — He stepped forward, his crimson eyes sparking with fury, the explosions still crackling in his hands. — How can you even consider going on a show like that knowing you’re already with me, damn it?

The idea of Deku on a couples reality show, surrounded by desperate omegas, female alphas, betas throwing themselves at him, made Katsuki’s blood boil even more.

Meanwhile, Izuku was desperate, and it showed on his face. His wide green eyes, hands trembling and on the verge of curling up completely. The nerd even took a step back, as if that would alleviate the explosion.

— I-I’m not going to participate! — Deku stammered, his voice shaky, hands raised at face level in a peace gesture. — I just... I didn’t want to be rude and say no right away. — He took a deep breath, trying not to fall apart. — But I won’t, Kacchan, I swear!

Katsuki huffed, the sound deep and full of anger, as he felt the blood still boiling in his veins. Damn it, the mere fact that Deku considered the invitation was enough reason for him to want to blow up the whole block. How could he think about “not being rude” in a situation like this??

“DAMN NERD! WORTHLESS ALPHA!” he thought.

— You will formally decline that crap, understood? — Bakugo demanded, his voice dangerously low as he stepped forward, pointing his finger right in Deku’s face. The poor alpha was hunched over, looking like a rabbit about to be torn apart by a wolf. — If this shit makes it to the papers, you’ll see hell, Deku. — He growled, feeling the anger boiling inside him. — You’re going to say no, and you’ll make sure everyone knows you already have a mate. I’m not going to sit here watching that stupid show with alphas and omegas drooling over you while I’m here carrying your litter, damn it!

The word slipped from his mouth before he could think. Katsuki froze, his brain struggling to process what he had just said. “Shit… Did I just say ‘litter’?” It was as if someone had muted the world around him; all he could hear now was the muffled sound of his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

Deku, in turn, had wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to form a sentence.

— Wh-what are you talking about, Kacchan? — Izuku stuttered, his voice trembling and hesitant.

Katsuki remained silent, his thoughts racing frantically as he tried to decide whether to explode the wall, Deku himself, or just himself. Damn it, why had he let that slip? How could he be so stupid? He saw Deku’s expression shift from confusion to pure panic, and then the alpha stepped forward.

— Kacchan... what do you mean by “litter”? — Izuku repeated, his voice almost pleading for confirmation, his green eyes even wider. He was almost breathless.

There was no turning back. The damage was done. Bakugo gritted his teeth, his hands shaking as he tried to hold back the emotional explosion brewing deep in his chest. Fuck, what else could he do?

— I’m pregnant, Deku. Damn it, you’re not stupid enough not to realize that, are you?

Izuku's reaction was immediate. The alpha went completely still for a second, as if the universe had paused around him. Then, reality hit hard, and tears began to well up in Izuku's eyes, sparkling like two green puddles of despair and happiness.

— Ka-Kacchaaaan...! — he murmured, his voice broken, before throwing himself forward and wrapping Bakugo in a tight hug. The touch was not gentle, far from it. Izuku seemed desperate, gripping Katsuki's waist tightly while rubbing his face against the blonde’s belly.

— Hey! Hey, damn it! — Katsuki tried to pull back, but his legs felt locked in place. He could feel Deku's tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt, the warmth of the alpha’s body pressing against his. Izuku was clinging to his waist as if his life depended on it, and Bakugo felt a knot forming in his throat.

— Ka-Kacchan, I... I... I'm so happy! I'm sorry for not realizing, sorry, sorry! — Izuku sobbed, the words tumbling out in a rush as he cried uncontrollably, his face still buried in Bakugo’s flat belly. — I... I promise I’ll do everything right! I’ll take care of you both, Kacchan, I swear!

The omega rolled his eyes, struggling to ignore the flood of emotions that overwhelmed him. Damn it, how did he always end up in situations like this? In the midst of emotional crises and declarations, when all he wanted was to blow something up or knock someone down with a good punch. But at the same time... the relief was palpable. He felt proud, relieved, and, fuck, happy.

— St-stop crying and let go of my damn waist, nerd, — Bakugo said, but his voice faltered slightly, betraying the control he was trying to maintain. He gritted his teeth, frustrated with himself. Damn it, he wasn’t going to cry!

Izuku slowly lifted his head, his face still wet with tears and his damn nose running, looking at Bakugo with adoration and happiness. And, as always, Katsuki noticed how the nerd's eyes seemed even greener after crying. So... beautiful. Izuku didn’t move, still clinging to Katsuki’s waist as if letting go would make him disappear forever.

— Ka-Kacchan... y-you have no i-idea how much this means to me... — he murmured, his voice choked with sobs, looking vulnerable and at the same time grateful, as if he were gazing at something sacred.

Katsuki averted his gaze, feeling his face heat up. He didn’t know what to do when Izuku looked at him like that. The blonde sighed, trying to maintain his tough facade, even with his heart pounding in his chest.

— Tch, of course, I don’t, you idiot. — He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the knot forming in his throat as he looked at the ceiling, trying to keep calm and ignore the knot that was forming in his throat. — I just... wanted to tell you at the right time, damn it.

— I’m sorry, — Izuku repeated, still sobbing, his voice broken like cracked glass. — I’ll take care of you, Kacchan. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll be a good alpha and father for our pup...

Katsuki felt his whole body stiffen. That weight in the word “father” hit him like a punch. Father? Damn it, just hearing that come from Deku’s mouth was enough to make anxiety rise like a wave threatening to drown him. The omega still hadn’t fully grasped that he was pregnant, let alone that Deku was the father of his litter. He took a deep breath, trying to hold it together, but his hand trembled slightly, which only made him angrier.

Katsuki leaned his head down, looking at that big idiot, all wet with tears and snot, still glued to his waist like some damn koala. How could this damn nerd be so dramatic? Katsuki exhaled slowly, preparing to drop a bomb (figuratively speaking this time).

— It’s more than one, — he said, without any preamble, like throwing a grenade and waiting for the explosion. There was no need for beating around the bush. If he was going to give the news, it might as well be done all at once, with the same subtlety as a kick.

The impact was immediate.

Izuku stood still for a second, his gaze blank, his brain crashing like a blue screen. His face, already slightly swollen from crying, lost color until it was almost white like a sheet. He stared at Katsuki, blinking rapidly as he tried to process the damn information he had just received.

— K-Kaccha... wh-what do you mean... more... more than one? — Izuku's voice was weak, almost a whisper, but it was clear he was entering another stage of panic. The alpha looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown at any moment. Damn, it was impressive how Izuku could be so ridiculously predictable and yet surprising at the same time.

— I'm saying what you heard, nerd. — Katsuki replied, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep his tone steady, trying not to make too much of the information that was scaring him himself. — I'm carrying more than one brat. — He took a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists to prevent himself from exploding with nerves.

Izuku's eyes widened even more, the intense green now looking glassy, almost opaque, from how big his pupils were. The nerd seemed to be struggling not to faint right there, which made Bakugo huff in irritation. Damn, how could someone who faced world-class villains be on the verge of a breakdown because of brats?! Izuku opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out, except for his rapid and uneven breathing.

— Hey! Breathe, damn it, — Katsuki murmured, forcing his voice to come out calmer than it actually was.

Izuku, however, was not cooperating. He shook his head frantically, trying to erase a thought he couldn’t process. The alpha's large hands tightened around Bakugo's waist even more, making it seem like the blonde was the only anchor in a sea of emotional chaos. Deku's breathing was heavy and quick, his shoulders rising and falling on the verge of hyperventilation, his face growing increasingly pale.

— Deku, stop acting like you're about to faint, damn it! — Katsuki growled, trying to maintain a firm tone, but his voice carried a mix of irritation and a hint of panic. He felt the alpha's body start to tremble slightly against him, and that only made his own tension increase.

And then, as if all of Bakugo's words had been just a blur in the background, Izuku completely lost color. His green eyes went glazed for a second, and before Bakugo could even register what was happening, Deku fell backward like a sack of potatoes. White as a ghost.

— Damn it, nerd! — Katsuki shouted, trying to catch Izuku’s large body as the alpha collapsed. But of course, with the height difference and the weight of the muscular body, he could only prevent the idiot’s head from hitting the ground hard.

And then, as if the universe wanted to add another layer of chaos to the situation, the unmistakable smell of burnt food filled the kitchen.

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Izuku was lying in the corner of the kitchen, his legs stretched out and propped against the wall, looking lost in thought as he continued to recover from the shock. The nerd was still a bit pale, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he tried to understand the universe. “What a dramatic idiot,” Katsuki thought, while finishing the dinner order, because the homemade food the alpha had started to prepare was already in the damn trash.

— Done, — said the blonde, wrapping up the order and dropping his phone with a light thud on the kitchen counter next to the sink.

He turned to look at where the nerd was, leaning against the wall like a trembling sack of potatoes. Izuku, noticing the gaze, let out a low murmur, looking even more pathetic.

— S-sorry, Kacchan, — the nerd murmured, tilting his head back to face him with those big, guilt-filled eyes.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. Damn, he didn’t have the energy to deal with more crying today. He moved closer and sat down beside Izuku on the cold kitchen floor, letting out a grunt as he felt his back relax.

— You’re an idiot, — he said simply, without any hint of anger in his voice, but with a touch of exasperation.

Izuku let out a sheepish laugh.

— I promise I’ll get better as a partner. For you and... and for our litter.

— You better, nerd, — Bakugo replied, with a grunt, although a small part of him was absurdly pleased. He looked away, trying not to smile. Damn, he wasn’t going to soften up that easily.

The two sat in silence for a while, the kitchen now filled only with the low noise of the ceiling fan slowly spinning. The environment was simple, with warm yellow lights, a granite sink full of utensils that Izuku always left messy, and a corner lamp in the small space between the living room and kitchen casting a soft, warm glow.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of quiet, Izuku broke the silence:

— Have you been to the doctor? — the question came out all at once, anxious.

— Not yet, — Katsuki said, without giving too many details but clearly tense. He knew he should have gone, but... damn, he wanted to go with Deku. Do that couple shit and have someone there to hold his hand, even if it was just to curse afterward.

Izuku's eyes widened a bit. He quickly lowered his legs, sitting up straight and turning to face Bakugo.

— Kacchan, we need to take you soon! We need to see how the pups are doing! — Izuku murmured, his voice filled with almost suffocating concern. He wrapped his hands around Katsuki’s waist, pulling him closer. — What if you need something? What if the pups need more vitamins or, I don’t know, calcium or...!

Izuku started to murmur a bunch of things, stumbling over his words and already mentally listing what they needed to do. He was talking so fast that it was hard to understand, something about supplements, scheduling appointments, and ensuring Katsuki got enough rest.

Katsuki sighed, rolling his eyes. Damn anxious nerd. He thought he’d feel annoyed by all that protective nonsense, but... damn, there was something comforting about it. Izuku was talking about vitamins and sleep routines, and the only thing Bakugo could think about was how he had an alpha who cared like hell. Even with all the chaos and dramatic moments, the bastard was there, planning every detail to take care of him.

— Deku, — Bakugo called him, his voice more firm. The nerd froze, still holding onto his waist, and looked up, waiting for what would come next.

— Relax a little, okay? — he said, his tone trying to sound more like an order than a request, but the softness slipped out unintentionally. — I was going to ask you to come along. I just... — He hesitated, hating to admit weakness. — I wanted to go with you, damn it.

Izuku's face softened, his green eyes shining. He nodded, trying to hide the idiot smile that threatened to break out.

— Kacchan... — he murmured, tightening his grip around Katsuki’s waist as if that were possible. — I’ll always be with you.

Katsuki huffed, looking away again, feeling his face heat up. Damn it, he wasn’t going to cry. He was NOT going to cry.

— Tch, whatever, — he grumbled, lightly shoving the alpha’s face with his hand. — Now stop murmuring that crap and help me grab dinner at the door when it arrives.

Izuku laughed, a genuine laugh, even though his eyes were still slightly red. Katsuki couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Despite all the drama, all the emotional crap... deep down, he knew he had a loyal partner by his side. And, damn, that was something he never imagined he would come to appreciate so much.

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The next few days were hellish. Truly. After Katsuki dropped the bomb about the pregnancy, Deku practically went into "24/7 protective alpha" mode. And the first thing the nerd did was request that Katsuki be taken off patrols, leaving him only with desk work. At first, Bakugo almost exploded with rage, but he couldn't deny the unexpected relief he felt. Carrying that invisible weight during patrols and missions was something he hadn’t even noticed until he was without it. Damn, it felt like he could breathe again.

After all that, Deku wasted no time scheduling a doctor's appointment. He became almost unbearable, mumbling about “procedures” and “precautions” all the time. When they finally went to the office, it was quite the spectacle. Neither of them had publicly announced their relationship yet, so it was a minefield of paparazzi and curious onlookers. They did everything they could to stay discreet, but the fact that Izuku was visibly nervous and clinging to Katsuki like a damn leech only made things worse.

By the time they got to the doctor's office, Katsuki was already at his limit. He had to deal with a ton of impertinent questions and uncomfortable exams while that shitty nerd stuck to his side, a sweaty hand holding his. Bakugo didn’t need help, not for this, but he knew that if he tried to pull away, Izuku would probably have another nervous breakdown. So he just endured it.

The small consultation room was silent, with the sound of the air conditioner humming softly in the background and the distant echo of people talking in the hallway. The room smelled of antiseptic, with white walls and light gray furniture, creating a cold atmosphere that made Katsuki uncomfortable. A fluorescent light shone too brightly over the examination table, illuminating everything with a clinical and irritating brightness.

Finally, it was time for the ultrasound. The doctor, a slightly graying man who was way too professional for Bakugo’s liking, grabbed the damn cold gel and spread it across the blonde's belly with a spatula. Katsuki shivered slightly at the sensation, trying to control his rising irritation. And, of course, the nerd was there, standing next to the table with a tension so tight it could snap a steel cable.

— Everything’s going to be okay, Kacchan… it’s going to be okay… — Izuku murmured, his voice low and shaky. But Bakugo knew those words weren’t for him; they were for the damn nerd himself, who looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

— I know that, damn it. Relax, — Bakugo muttered, rolling his eyes but not pulling his sweaty hand away from Deku's. There was a fine line between not wanting to give in and knowing that sometimes it was easier to just let the idiot stay there.

The doctor grabbed the ultrasound device and slowly began sliding it across Bakugo's skin. The room fell silent for a moment, and the blonde looked at the screen, trying not to show the anxiety creeping into his chest. The monitor flickered a few times, and then, suddenly, a blurry black and white image appeared.

— Hmmm, — the doctor murmured, frowning as he adjusted the device.

Katsuki felt his heart beat faster but kept his expression indifferent. Damn it, why is this taking so long?

— So... here’s the first one… — the doctor said, pointing to a small smudge on the screen. Bakugo looked at it suspiciously, trying to make out something in that damn blur. He didn’t have the patience for this kind of thing.

Izuku, on the other hand, was in shock, his wide green eyes fixed on the screen. He seemed to be holding his breath with every word the doctor said.

— Here’s the second one… — the doctor continued, sliding the device a little further to the side.

Katsuki clenched his teeth, feeling the nervousness intensify. He squeezed Deku's hand unintentionally, as if he needed an anchor at that moment. The two of them exchanged glances.

— We’re going to handle this, Kacchan! — Izuku said with a nervous smile.

But then the doctor adjusted the device again.

— And… here’s the third, the last one. — the doctor finished, in a casual tone, as if he were commenting on the weather.

— WHAT?! — Katsuki and Izuku shouted at the same time, but for completely different reasons.

Katsuki went as pale as a sheet, trying to absorb the information. Three? Damn, three brats? His stomach churned, and he felt his hands starting to sweat too. He didn’t know if he wanted to blow something up or just run away.

Izuku, on the other hand, went into absolute panic. The alpha’s face lost all color, his eyes wide and fixed on the screen like he was staring at a monster. Katsuki saw the exact moment Izuku went stiff as a board, and before he could even react, the nerd toppled over backward with a loud thud.

— Damn it, Deku! — Bakugo yelled, but it was too late. The damn nerd collapsed to the floor as if someone had flipped his switch. The doctor jumped, visibly startled, but Katsuki just huffed, rolling his eyes in exasperation. It was only fair the alpha fainted, since HE was the one who had done this to Katsuki.

He was going to blow him up when they got home.

— Dramatic idiot, — he muttered, still processing the information about the three brats, while looking at Izuku passed out on the floor. Katsuki felt a pang of relief — at least the nerd didn’t hit his head too hard.

The doctor cleared his throat softly, trying to hide the discomfort from the surreal scene he had just witnessed. He turned to Bakugo, keeping a professional expression.

— Uh… should I call for help? — the doctor asked hesitantly.

— No need. He’ll wake up, — Bakugo replied, crossing his arms and trying to appear more confident than he felt.

The ultrasound image was still on the screen, showing the little beings he now knew he was carrying. Three brats. Three, damn it. And as messy as the situation was... a part of him felt a strange pride and relief. He was building a new life, or rather, three new lives.

Bakugo glanced at Izuku, who was starting to regain consciousness, and felt a twinge of affection he hated to admit. Despite all the chaos, at least he knew he wasn’t alone in this. Even if the nerd was the biggest drama queen in all of Japan.

— Get up, Deku, — Katsuki grunted, rolling his eyes and mentally preparing himself for the hellish months ahead.

With the ultrasound tucked in a white folder under Deku’s arm, they finally finished the appointment and were sitting at the doctor’s desk. Katsuki still felt a lingering trace of suppressed anger and embarrassment from Izuku’s dramatic fainting episode, but he was trying to keep his composure. He hated feeling exposed like that, vulnerable, being watched and judged by a stranger.

The doctor was casually back in his chair behind the desk, with a look that suggested his day was far from over.

— Well, since you’re a dominant alpha and omega couple, — the doctor began, adjusting his glasses and flipping through a few pages. — I’d say the litter came in a normal quantity. Typically, for couples with your characteristics, it’s between 3 to 5 pups.

The word “normal” sounded like a cruel joke to Katsuki. Normal for who, damn it? He was dealing with a multiple pregnancy of three little beings that were going to depend on him for everything and... damn, three?! Bakugo clenched his teeth, trying to process all that information. And it didn’t help that Izuku was clutching the white folder like it was a lifeline, his face still a bit green like he was trapped in a nightmare.

— Now, let’s talk a bit more about the necessary care during the pregnancy, — the doctor began, adjusting his glasses while organizing some papers on the desk. — First, the diet. We need to make sure Midoriya-san is getting the proper nutrients, with an emphasis on protein and calcium.

Katsuki’s jaw tightened when he heard the damn doctor call him Midoriya-san. He could understand the protocol, but he couldn’t help the wave of irritation that surged through him. It wasn’t Deku who was carrying three brats in his womb, damn it.

— I recommend including supplements, especially if there’s difficulty maintaining a balanced diet due to nausea, — the doctor continued, as if he hadn’t noticed the look of pure discontent on Bakugo’s face.

Katsuki gripped the edge of the chair, trying not to explode right then and there. It wasn’t that he cared so much about a name, but it felt like everyone was ignoring the fact that he was the one in the middle of this pregnancy mess, not Deku. And the most annoying part? He knew Izuku didn’t mean any harm. The nerd was just proud and happy, like a damn dog wagging its tail, without realizing that it might bother Bakugo.

Izuku, next to him, was jotting down every recommendation on his phone, as if it were a mission report, his hands still trembling slightly. He looked so focused it was almost comical, if Bakugo wasn’t too busy trying to control his urge to blow something up.

— Midoriya-san will need a diet rich in protein and calcium. Iron supplements may also be necessary. Additionally, it’s crucial to avoid foods that might cause discomfort…

Bakugo huffed, rolling his eyes. He was eating just fine, considering he didn’t have any nausea. But damn, that “Midoriya-san” was pushing him to the brink of losing his patience.

He leaned forward a bit, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Why was he getting so pissed off over a last name, damn it? It wasn’t like it was important... right?

Izuku noticed the tension beside him and, instinctively, lightly squeezed Katsuki’s shoulder as if to calm him, without taking his attention off the doctor’s words. The blond glanced sideways, unsure whether to thank or punch that damn dramatic nerd for being so considerate. Katsuki sighed deeply and turned back to the doctor with a sharp look, trying not to seem so pissed off.

— And finally, there’s the issue of pheromones, — the doctor said, this time looking directly at Izuku. — The omega must be regularly marked with your pheromones, Deku-san. This practice is essential for maintaining a more stable hormonal environment and for reducing stress levels for both of you, especially for Midoriya-san.

Bakugo let out a grunt of displeasure at hearing that, but damn, he was already used to the nerd marking him like a big possessive dog. Just thinking about Deku’s expression after hearing this medical recommendation, Bakugo already knew Izuku would love this crap. As if the nerd needed an extra reason to keep rubbing up against him.

— Of course, sensei. I’ll do that! — Deku responded seriously, his voice almost trembling with emotion. Katsuki rolled his eyes, letting out a long sigh. Obviously, Deku was going to love the idea. Of course he would.

But then came the final part. The doctor casually dropped a little bomb that almost made Katsuki lose his composure.

— Oh, and of course, Midoriya-san, you’ll need to come back regularly for follow-up appointments until the pups are born. We need to closely monitor everything to ensure it’s all going as expected.

Katsuki froze. Regular appointments? That meant coming back to this hellhole multiple times, facing questions, exams, and... damn it, being watched like some kind of test subject.

— What the hell kind of nightmare is this?! — he exploded, his voice rising instantly. — I have to come here every week, is that it?! Do I not have anything else to do with my life?!

The doctor maintained his composure, though a slight twitch in his lip showed he wasn’t used to this kind of reaction. Deku, on the other hand, was looking at Katsuki with a panicked expression, trying to calm him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

— Ka-Kacchan... it’s for your well-being, and for our pups… — Deku murmured softly, but without the same confidence as before. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground.

— For my well-being, my ass! I don’t want to have to come back to this damn place every damn week and get poked and prodded by some nosy doctor! — Katsuki retorted, crossing his arms and huffing, clearly irritated.

The doctor cleared his throat slightly, trying to regain control of the conversation.

— Midoriya-san, I understand it may be uncomfortable, but it’s standard protocol for multiple pregnancies in dominant omegas. We need to ensure the safety of all of you...

— Tch, whatever, — Bakugo huffed, giving up on continuing the argument. He knew he didn’t have a choice, but damn it, he wasn’t about to admit that out loud.

The doctor kept talking about the necessary care with a calmness that made Katsuki wonder if he had any idea how exhausting it was to deal with so many changes and recommendations. A damn diet, supplements, light exercise, adequate rest, regular checkups... it felt like his entire life now revolved around this damn pregnancy.

And to make things worse, he knew Izuku would follow those instructions to the letter, which meant Katsuki would have to endure lectures and be monitored like it was a high-risk mission.

Katsuki rolled his eyes one last time before finally resigning himself. He knew all of this was necessary, and as much as he hated to admit it, having an over-the-top nerd like Deku by his side wasn’t the worst thing. The problem was just... all this new crap he had to deal with. And adapting was never something Bakugo liked to do.

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The news that Deku and Dynamight were together spread like wildfire. Photos of the two of them leaving the doctor's office, the two of them in baby stores like a couple of idiots, and one photo in particular where Katsuki made a point of showing off his mark on his neck — a proof of ownership that only served to further fuel the fire of gossip. Those damn omegas and the inappropriate invitations to Deku were finally silenced, but it wasn't enough.

Not for Bakugo.

— When are you going to assume our relationship, Deku? — he snapped, his voice filled with an irritation that seemed to cut through the heavy air of the room. He was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, and his piercing gaze fixed on Izuku, who was there, sweaty and nervous, trying to assemble cribs while the smell of new wood mixed with the smell of effort.

Bakugo was wearing a stupid nerd's t-shirt with All Might's print, which looked more like a dress on his body. His slightly protruding belly was starting to show, and it made him more nervous than he would like to admit. The idea of ​​becoming a mother weighed heavily on him, like a weight on his shoulders, but he still refused to let anyone see that vulnerability. Izuku's presence, with his focused and nervous expression, only increased his frustration.

Izuku stopped what he was doing, a look of confusion crossing his face.

— But I thought we were already publicly out...?

Katsuki snorted, rolling his eyes.

— Pictures of us circulating around doesn't mean we're out! — He advanced into the room, his fierce gaze fixed on the alpha in front of him. — And the one who's going to do that is you! You're the alpha, deal with it!

The satisfaction that ran through him as he said those words was almost palpable.

— Y-yes sir! — was all the nervous alpha could mutter, his voice trembling.

Bakugo snorted, satisfaction building up inside him like an explosion waiting to happen. It was his turn to take control, to make Deku understand that they weren't just playing around. They were together and Bakugo had no intention of letting that idea get lost amidst photos and gossip.

— And get on with it, I need you to nurse me right away. My boobs are so fucking full, it hurts like hell! — Izuku's face lit up and he nodded vehemently.

As the pregnancy progressed, Katsuki's boobs were getting bigger, producing milk like a damn factory. Even so early, his body seemed to want to make sure he had enough milk for the pups and his idiot alpha.

He went to his room, where he lay down in his nest and began to prepare to breastfeed, taking off the loose t-shirt he was wearing, staying only on his panties. He looked down at himself, seeing the small swelling in his stomach. Katsuki snorted, thinking that in a few months his belly would be like a balloon, carrying Deku's three pups in his belly. Damn alpha.

Meanwhile, he heard his dummy alpha trip over himself and go take a shower. After a few minutes, the shower turned off and Izuku was already back from the room, with a silly smile on his face, as he sat on the bed, next to him, not bothering to put on clothes.

Bastard.

Katsuki lounged on his nest, one hand idly caressing the swell of his pregnant belly. The sheets were soft against his sensitive skin, and he let out a contented sigh as Izuku settled down beside him. Katsuki could feel his alpha’s large, warm body radiating heat, and it made his nipples tingle and leak. He was always so fucking sensitive lately.

Katsuki turned his head to look at Izuku, drinking in the sight of his strong alpha. Izuku looked so big and powerful next to his small, delicate frame. But beneath that tough exterior, Izuku was unbelievably and irritatingly gentle with him. Especially now, with him carrying their litter.

 — Hey, — Bakugo said softly, reaching out to brush his fingers along Izuku's chiseled jaw. — C'mere, dummy alpha.

Izuku smiled, leaning into Katsuki's touch. He carefully gathered Bakugo into his arms, cradling the pregnant omega against his broad chest. Bakugo shifted until they were both lying comfortably on their nest. His fat breasts, engorged with milk, pressed against his alpha’s firm chest. He could feel the wetness from her nipples leaking out and rolling down onto the soft covers of the nest.

Izuku reached out tentatively, brushing his fingers over the curve of Katsuki's breast before cupping it fully. Katsuki let out a shuddery exhale, arching into the touch. His pussy clenched, already getting wet just from this simple caress. He wanted to feel Izuku's mouth on him, want to feed his alpha. His body ached with it.

Katsuki's nipple was puffy and leaking, the creamy drops of milk beading at the tip.

— So pretty, — Deku murmured reverently. He leaned down and licked a slow stripe across Katsuki's nipple, sampling the sweet taste of his omega's milk.

Bakugo whimpered as Izuku's hot mouth closed around his nipple, drawing him deeper. The pull and tug of Izuku's lips and tongue sent sparks of pleasure radiating through Katsuki's body. Milk began to flow freely from his breast, filling Izuku's mouth.

Katsuki gasped, tangling his fingers in the alpha's dark green hair. He held Izuku close, cradling his head to his chest. The wet suckling sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet bedroom, as his alpha sucked hungrily.

Izuku hummed around Bakugo's nipple, clearly enjoying the sweet taste. He began to nurse more vigorously, his cheeks hollowing with each draw of milk. Katsuki could feel the pull deep in his core, almost like Deku was milking him dry.

The omega squirmed, his thighs rubbing together as his pussy grew increasingly wet. Breastfeeding always turned him on so much, especially with how greedily Izuku drank from him. Milk dribbled down Katsuki's breast and stomach, the cool liquid only heightening his arousal.

Izuku shifted, moving to straddle Katsuki's hips as he continued to suckle. Bakugo let out a needy whine as the new position caused Deku's hardening cock to press against his panties mound. He could feel the heat of it even through the fabric, making him ache to be filled.

Katsuki arched up into Izuku, offering himself completely.

— M-more, — Katsuki pleaded breathlessly, tugging Izuku closer.

Katsuki's entire body shivered as Deku's strong hands slid down, stroking his pregnant belly and moving down, tugging his soaked panties aside. Bakugo lifted his hips to aid him, spreading his legs wider in invitation. The cool air hit his heated flesh, making him whimper needily. Fuck, he needed Izuku's touch so badly it hurt. His pussy ached to be filled, his clit throbbing almost painfully with arousal.

Deku growled low in his throat, the sound sending a bolt of lust straight to his core. 

— So wet for me already, — he rumbled. — You're fucking dripping, baby. From both sides.

Katsuki couldn't help but moan in response, his face flushing with embarrassment and desire. He was always soaked around his dummy alpha lately, his body primed and ready to be bred at a moment's notice. The pregnancy hormones had turned him into such a needy slut.

Deku rubbed his fingertips through his slick folds, gathering the copious wetness. Katsuki bucked into the touch, seeking more friction, but Izuku kept his motions maddeningly light, teasing.

— A-alpha, please, — Katsuki whined, trying to grind against his hand. He felt like he might combust if Izuku didn't touch him properly soon.

— Shh, I've got you, — Deku soothed, pressing a kiss to Bakugo's forehead.

Then Deku's fingers found Katsuki's clit and began to rub slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. The omega nearly screamed, his back bowing off the nest. Pleasure exploded behind his eyelids, short circuiting his brain.

— Ahn! Yes, yes, yes! — Katsuki chanted, fisting his hands in the sheets. His thighs trembled, spreading wider of their own accord.

The pleasure was too much, too intense. Bakugo writhed beneath Izuku's ministrations, his body feeling like it was on fire. Every nerve ending was alight, screaming for more. He could barely think past the haze of lust clouding his mind, hyper-focused on the sensations—the wet suction of Izuku's mouth on his nipple, the maddening circles Izuku drew around his aching clit while the other hand of his alpha stroke the swell of his belly. It was almost too much stimulation, pushing Katsuki rapidly towards a peak.

Bakugo chanted, his voice hitting a keening note. His hips bucked erratically, fucking himself on Izuku's fingers. More slick gushed from his pussy with each thrust, coating Izuku's hand.

Deku growled around Katsuki's nipple, the vibrations making Katsuki see stars. He could feel the way his alpha's cock throbbed against his inner thigh, heavy and hard. Izuku was just as affected as Katsuki was, lost to the heady rush of arousal.

Bakugo's orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, sudden and overwhelming. His pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled. Clear fluid squirted from his clit with each pulse of pleasure, making a mess of his stomach and Deku's hand.

— AAHNN MNN! Fuck, Izuku! — Bakugo cried out, his voice echoing off the walls. His back arched sharply, pushing his breast further into Deku's eager mouth. Milk sprayed from his nipple, mixing with the slick coating his skin.

Izuku nursed harder, swallowing down the creamy liquid even as Katsuki thrashed beneath him. He kept rubbing his clit in tight, firm circles, extending his omega's climax. Bakugo collapsed back onto the nest, his body going limp. He panted for air, his chest heaving with exertion. Aftershocks zipped through his nerves, making him twitch and shiver.

His tits felt empty now, the skin pulled taut and aching for more stimulation. His pussy throbbed in time with his racing heart, still wet and ready despite the mind-blowing orgasm. The omega reached up with a shaky hand to card his fingers through Izuku's dark hair. He gently tugged him back up until they were face to face, noses brushing. Katsuki leaned in to capture Izuku's lips in a lazy, languid kiss.

The taste of himself on Izuku's tongue made Bakugo shiver. He could practically feel the phantom pull of Deku's mouth on his nipple, the ghost of his orgasm still tingling in his veins. It was intoxicating, being so thoroughly claimed by his alpha.

When they finally broke apart, both panting slightly, Katsuki gazed up at Izuku with hooded eyes. His pupils were blown wide with lust, the blue nearly swallowed by black. Bakugo licked his kiss-swollen lips, tasting the remnants of his own milk.

— I want you inside me, — Katsuki whispered, his voice wrecked. He reached down to palm Izuku's still hard cock, feeling the thick length twitch at his touch, flushed an angry red and leaking precum from the tip. Katsuki bit his lip at the sight, his pussy clenching hungrily.

Deku groaned at the contact, his hips rocking forward into his hand. Bakugo could feel the heat of him even through the fabric, scorching his sensitive skin. He wanted—no, needed—to feel Izuku bare, hot and hard and heavy inside him.

— Kacchan, — Izuku panted, his head falling back. His hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to grab Katsuki's wrist and take control. But he resisted, letting  the omega set the pace.

Bakugo smirked and stroked him harder, twisting his wrist on the upstroke just the way he knew Deku liked. He situated himself on his back once more, his head nestled in the plush pillows of his nest and reached up to cup his heavy breasts, lifting them until they formed a deep valley of cleavage. Milk dribbled from his puffy nipples, leaving glistening trails on his pale skin.

The omega wrapped his heavy tits around Deku's throbbing length, enveloping him in soft, pillowy flesh. The heat of his alpha’s cock was intense, searing his sensitive skin. He could feel every twitch and throb against his sternum. Slowly, he began to move, squeezing his breasts together, creating a tight channel for Deku to fuck into. The motion made more milk leak from his nipples, coating Izuku's shaft in slickness.

— Oh fuck, — Deku groaned, his hips rocking shallowly. The drag of Bakugo's tits around his cock was incredible, the soft give of the flesh perfectly contrasting the hardness beneath. — K-Kacchan, you feel so good.

— Mnn… o-of fuckin’ course I am, dummy alpha. — Bakugo loved being able to make Izuku feel this way. He increased his pace, pistoning his breasts faster.

Izuku's hands came up to grip Katsuki's wrists, holding them in place. He began to thrust in earnest, fucking his cleavage with deep, powerful strokes. The wet squelch of his cock sliding through the mess of milk and sweat filled the room.

Katsuki's pussy clenched with each thrust, arousal building at the erotic sight of Deku using his body. His nipples ached, the constant stimulation keeping them hard and leaking. He felt drunk on the heady rush of pleasure, his mind hazing over.

— Ahn… Izuku, — Katsuki panted, his head thrashing on the pillow. His thighs shook where they bracketed Izuku's hips, muscles tensing and relaxing

The lewd sounds of his alpha's cock sliding through his cleavage filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing. Milk and precum smeared Bakugo's breasts, making the slide even slicker, his pussy clenched rhythmically around nothing, aching to be filled.

— Kacchan, gonna... gonna cum, — Izuku grunted, his rhythm faltering. His balls drew up tight, the pressure becoming too much to bear.

Bakugo whimpered, his back arching off the nest. He wanted to see Izuku fall apart, wanted to be painted with his alpha's seed. 

— Do-do it.., ngh… — he panted harshly. — Come on me, mark me. I wanna feel you.

That was all it took to send Izuku over the edge. With a guttural moan, he slammed his cock through Katsuki's cleavage one last time. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, white hot ecstasy searing through his veins. Deku's cock pulsed as his knot swelled and he emptied himself, thick ropes of cum painting Bakugo's breasts and face. The first jet hit Katsuki right in the mouth, splattering across his lips and tongue, the salty-bitter taste exploded on his tastebuds, making him moan.

He swallowed what he could, but there was too much. Cum dripped down his chin, pooling in his cleavage. Izuku kept stroking through his release, milking every last drop from his aching balls. Katsuki was utterly debauched, covered in his alpha's seed. Finally, Deku's orgasm tapered off, leaving him panting and sweaty. He collapsed forward, bracing his hands on either side of Katsuki's head.

Deku nuzzled into Bakugo's neck, breathing in the heady scent of sex and milk. He placed a tender kiss to his racing pulse, then another to his jaw. Katsuki tilted his head, allowing his alpha to peppered his face with soft kisses, tasting himself on the omega's skin. The omega's breath hitched with each press of his alpha's lips, his body still thrumming with pleasure. He felt boneless, utterly sated in a way only Izuku could make him feel.

Izuku pulled back slightly to look at Katsuki, full of affection. He reached up to cup Bakugo's face, thumbs brushing over the sticky remnants of his release. 

— My beautiful omega… — Izuku murmured, voice rough with emotion. — so beautiful while carrying our pups… — Deku placed his calloused hand on Katsuki’s belly, stroking softly.

Katsuki flushed at the praise. He never quite knew what to do with the open adoration Izuku showed him. It made something in his chest ache, a warmth that suffused his entire being.

— Shuttup, dummy alpha… — he muttered, but nestled himself on Izuku’s strong chest.

Izuku's arms wrapped around Katsuki in a way that was both comforting and suffocating. The ilence between them was heavy, but not uncomfortable. Just... there, as if it was normal for them now. Katsuki didn’t like to admit it, but that warmth made him feel calmer than anything else in the world. Still, he wasn’t the type to express that out loud.

Suddenly, he felt Izuku shift. The blond frowned, opening his eyes in irritation, only to see the alpha stretching to grab his phone from the nightstand, then settling back into their previous position while typing at lightning speed. Katsuki narrowed his eyes.

— What the hell are you doing, nerd? — His voice came out a bit harsher than necessary, but whatever.

Izuku, with the calmest expression in the world, replied without stopping his typing:

— What you asked for. — He said it as if it were obvious. Katsuki raised an eyebrow, confused.

— What the hell are you talking about? — He growled, trying to figure out what the hell Deku was up to this time.

A few seconds later, Izuku smiled that irritating smile that always made him want to punch him — lovingly, of course. Katsuki felt his stomach twist, but he stayed serious. Deku turned the phone toward him, showing an open Instagram page.

Katsuki blinked a few times, his gaze fixed on the caption that used to only list Endeavor’s agency. Now, new words flashed like a damn bomb about to blow up in his face.
“Hero, fighter, and soon-to-be father.”

Katsuki froze. His brain, used to dealing with explosions and life-or-death battles, shut down completely. The shock hit him like a damn runaway train. His eyes widened so much he could almost feel the strain on his eyelids.

— What the hell is this? — Katsuki's voice came out hoarse. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Izuku’s smile grew wider, that damn smug smile that always pissed him off and at the same time... damn it, so annoying.

— I also posted the ultrasound picture.

The blond blinked, eyes still glued to the screen. His brain, which had dealt with explosions, insane villains, and battles that almost killed him, simply couldn’t process the monumental 'disaster' this was. The ultrasound caption read: "Next mission: daddy 👶👶👶💚".

— You’ve got to be kidding me... — Katsuki whispered, his chest rising and falling fast. Panic, happiness, and a bunch of other feelings all mixed together. He sucked at handling these kinds of emotions, and right now, everything felt like it was exploding inside him. Damn it, he was a mess when it came to anything that wasn’t smashing enemies.

Izuku looked at him with that damn warm look he always used when he wanted to calm things down. Deku's phone buzzed once, twice, three times, notifications popping up nonstop, but the nerd just turned off the screen and tossed it aside like it was nothing, as if the world wasn’t exploding around them.

— Now everyone knows we’re together. And expecting pups. Like you asked. — His voice was low, calm, almost too sweet for all the shit that was happening in Katsuki’s head. And then, to make it worse, Izuku leaned in and kissed his cheek softly.

Katsuki froze. As if all the internal chaos he'd been trying to contain had slammed into a wall. "Pups." That word echoed in his head like a bolt of lightning. That was it, everything was right there, staring him in the damn face, and he had no way to run from it. The idea of being with Izuku, of actually building this life together... and now, all this crap about becoming parents.

Then, without warning, he felt a damn tear escape his eye. Just one at first, but then another came. And another. And before he knew it, his eyes were completely fucking watery.

— Damn it, no... — he growled softly, bringing his hand to his face angrily, rubbing his cheeks hard. — No, damn it... what the hell is this...?

He tried to wipe his face, but the tears kept falling stubbornly. It wasn’t dramatic crying or anything like that. Just... tears, the damn things, and he couldn’t stop them. Katsuki felt his chest tighten even more, a mix of anger and... happiness? Damn it, what a mess.

— What the hell... — he grumbled again, voice lower now, frustrated. He was crying and hated every second of it. — What kind of shit is this, crying like this? — His voice was laced with irritation, but it was more directed at himself than anything else.

Izuku looked at him with a smile, like he found the whole thing ridiculously cute. And before Katsuki could react or blow something up, Izuku pulled him into a tight hug. The blond tried to resist, tried to push the alpha away with a light shove, but his arms wouldn’t cooperate.

— What the hell are you laughing at, bastard? — Bakugo growled, his voice thick with emotion, the tears still falling against his will. He couldn’t hide the lump in his throat that seemed to grow with every second.

Izuku, with that damn gentle smile, just chuckled softly, hugging him even tighter.

— You’re happy, Kacchan. And that’s okay. I’m happy too. — His voice was soft, and somehow, that only made Katsuki angrier. How could someone be so calm? How could Deku understand him so well, enough to just let things flow, no drama, no complications?

— Like hell I am! — Katsuki tried to argue, but his voice had lost its edge. — I don’t cry, damn it... — He was trying to convince himself, but the truth was, he was happy. Happy as hell, actually. But he hated admitting it. Hated how the green-haired idiot knew exactly how he made him feel.

— I know, — Izuku said quietly, running a hand through Katsuki’s blond hair, trying to soothe him. — But you’re still crying.

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut, more tears slipping down his cheeks, and he let out a frustrated grunt. And damn it, even with all this, he was. He was happy. A damn future mom and dad. And somehow, with Izuku by his side, it felt like everything would be okay. Even with him crying like a fool.

— Damn nerd... — he muttered softly, but this time, without his usual anger.

Things would be better from then on, and Katsuki was looking forward to it.

Chapter Text

Kaminari still could hardly believe the recent twists in his life. First, he had landed a sidekick spot at Ryukyu's agency, in the heart of Tokyo! And the cherry on top? Kirishima was already working there! When the redhead had invited him to share an apartment, he almost couldn't believe it. Now he was there, living with his boyfriend.

But something was bothering him...

— Heeey, Earth to Denki! — Kyouka’s voice broke through his thoughts, shaking his head back to reality. He was at the agency, sitting at his desk, trying to focus on desk work. Across the desk, Kyouka was leaning casually, laughing at his distraction.

— Wow, you were really on another planet, huh? — she teased, the tips of her ears twitching slightly, reflecting her amusement. Her purple hair, tied up in two messy buns, bounced along.

Kaminari chuckled and stuck his tongue out playfully.

— Well, you haven’t stopped talking since I got here!

Kyouka rolled her eyes dramatically.

— I was telling you about my weekend, you idiot! — she huffed. — Uraraka and I went to that new bar that opened near the agency, you know? We ended up running into Mina there and… well, I’m pretty sure Mina was flirting with me!

As Kyouka continued talking, Kaminari glanced around. Ryukyu’s agency was amazing, with massive windows that let natural light flood the space, a nice contrast with the modern, minimalist furniture. The other sidekicks were also around, focused on their tasks, but the atmosphere was calm. “Relax, Denki,” he thought to himself, taking a deep breath. “Everything's fine. Everything's great, actually.”

He leaned back in his chair, trying to absorb the positive energy around him, and refocused on Kyouka, who was gesturing animatedly, clearly waiting for him to join in the conversation. But no matter how hard he tried, it just wasn’t going to happen. Kaminari had always been the type to try not to let things bother him for too long, but lately, something was eating at him more than he wanted to admit, even to himself.

It was Kirishima. Or, more specifically, the alpha's lack of interest in marking him.

Since they had started dating, everything seemed perfect. They got along in pretty much everything, and living together in Tokyo only brought them closer. Kaminari loved the feeling of waking up next to the redhead every morning, and the warm smile Eijirou gave him when he got out of the shower, hair wet and messy, always made his heart race. But behind the appearance of happiness, a discomfort was growing, a doubt he tried not to let show.

Why had Eijirou never talked about marking him?

He knew Kirishima loved him. There was no doubt about that. The alpha was attentive, affectionate, always making a point to show how much Kaminari meant to him. But for Denki, the fact that Eijirou had never even mentioned the possibility of marking him cast a shadow of insecurity.

It was such a simple thing, but the alpha’s silence on the matter created a growing insecurity inside Denki. He found himself becoming more and more obsessed with the idea, even though he tried to pretend he wasn’t. So much so that he had stopped taking his suppressants, hoping that his heats would become more intense, more impossible to ignore. Maybe then, Eijirou would finally give in to the instinct and mark him.

But Eijirou... He was far more controlled than Denki had expected. No matter how much Denki provoked him, no matter how much his scent intensified during heats, the alpha always maintained an impressive calm. And that, instead of reassuring him, only fueled his insecurities. Did he not want him enough? Did he not see him as an omega who should be marked?

Kaminari tried hard not to let it affect the relationship. After all, it wasn’t like every alpha-omega couple needed a mark to be happy, right? He kept repeating that to himself, but the doubt continued to gnaw at him deep down. Did Eijirou not think he was good enough? Was he hesitant to take that step?

Denki would shake his head whenever that thought came up, trying to focus on anything else. But the question followed him like a silent shadow, surfacing at the most unexpected moments. Like now, as he pretended to pay attention to Kyouka’s stories.

He sighed, fiddling with the choker around his neck, trying to shake off the discomfort. Everything was perfect, he told himself again. Eijirou was the boyfriend of his dreams. But why did that nagging feeling of insecurity keep throbbing in the back of his mind?

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The hallway was dimly lit, the only sound the muffled noises of the two heroes entangled together. Denki's slender body was pressed against the wall, his skirt (which he purposely used today on the mission, to try to seduce his alpha, which worked, thank you very much) hiked up around his waist and his thick tights were pulled down to his knees as Eijirou's large frame loomed over him. Kirishima's tall, muscular build dwarfed Kaminari's more delicate physique.

Eijirou had his hero uniform unzipped partway, his chiseled chest always visible with that hot uniform of his. He gripped Denki's hips firmly, thrusting into him with powerful strokes. Denki let out breathy moans, his small hands gripping Eijirou's broad shoulders.

Kaminari's tight pussy clenched around Kirishima's thick alpha cock as the taller male pounded into him relentlessly.

— Nnh...E-Eiji… — Denki whimpered, his hair damp with sweat. His petite body quivered with each deep plunge of Kirishima's hips.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the deserted corridor, along with Denki's keening cries of pleasure. Eijirou snarled possessively, the scent of his omega's arousal spurring him on. He slammed into Kaminari harder, intent on claiming the smaller male thoroughly.

Denki's breath hitched as Kirishima's large hands gripped his hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Each powerful thrust sent shivers of pleasure through the omega's lithe body, his insides stretching deliciously around Kirishima's thick cock.

— Ahh...n-more...faster! — Denki gasped out, his head tipping back against the wall with a soft thud. His now long hair that he is letting grow splayed out behind him, sticking to his sweat-dampened skin.

Eijirou obliged eagerly, pistoning his hips at a furious pace. The sound of their joined bodies echoed obscenely in the empty hall, mixing with Denki's high-pitched moans and whimpers. Kirishima's strong chest heaved with exertion, his red eyes dark with lust as he stared down at his omega.

Kaminari's slim legs wrapped around Kirishima's waist, trying to pull him impossibly deeper. His slender fingers scrabbled at the other male's broad back, leaving faint red marks in their wake. Denki could feel his climax building rapidly, his neglected little cocklet throbbing painfully against his flat stomach.

— I'm...I'm gonna… E-Ei! — Kaminari keened, his slick walls starting to flutter and clench erratically around the alpha's plunging length. Sweat dripped down his face, mingling with the tears of pleasure that leaked from the corners of his eyes.

Eijirou's thrusts became erratic as he felt Denki's pussy start to spasm around his cock. The tight heat was almost too much to bear, driving the alpha closer to his own release. He leaned down, capturing Denki's lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing the smaller male's desperate cries.

— Cum for me, little one, — Eijirou growled against Denki's mouth. — Milk my cock with this greedy cunt.

Those filthy words were all it took to send Denki careening over the edge. His back arched sharply, a silent scream of ecstasy tearing from his throat as his orgasm crashed over him. Kaminari's hands fisted in Kirishima's hair, his hips bucking frantically to meet each powerful thrust.

Eijirou let out a feral snarl as he felt Denki's pussy clamp down like a vice around his shaft. With a few more hard, deep strokes, the alpha found his own release. He buried his face in the crook of Denki's neck, biting down on the soft skin lightly as his knot swell and emptied himself inside the omega's fluttering channel.

They stayed locked together, panting harshly as the aftershocks of their intense coupling rippled through them. Kirishima's softening cock still spurted jets of cum time to time. The omega leaned bonelessly against his alpha, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

— You okay, Den? — Kirishima purred, still holding the omega in his lap as he left a trail of soft kisses along Kaminari’s neck and jaw, who seemed more relaxed with each touch.

Kaminari murmured in response, nodding slightly, the comforting warmth of the alpha helping to calm his nerves. Eijirou hadn’t marked him yet again, but the affection he was receiving now soothed him a little.

— You sure? — the alpha asked, pulling his face away from his neck slightly so he could look directly into his eyes

Kaminari blinked a few times, processing the question before answering. His thoughts were a bit clouded with anxiety and disappointment, but after a few seconds, he managed to form words.

— Mmm… yeah — he said softly.

Kirishima smiled in that way only he could, flashing his sharp teeth while somehow looking incredibly gentle. He leaned in to kiss the omega’s cheek, which flushed instantly.

— Why did you decide to wear a skirt on today's mission? — the alpha suddenly asked, pouting adorably. — That’s not even comfortable! Those dumb villains couldn’t stop staring at you! — He huffed, and Kaminari laughed.

— Is that why you hit them so hard? — he teased.

The alpha turned as red as his own hair, clearly caught in the act, and averted his gaze for a second, nervously scratching the back of his head.

— I just... didn’t like the way they were looking at you, you know?

“Then why don’t you just mark me already?” Kaminari thought. But of course, he wouldn’t say that out loud, afraid of what the alpha's answer might be. Maybe Kirishima didn’t see him as an omega worth marking, after all.

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Days had passed, and nothing had changed. Kirishima remained as gentle and affectionate as ever, but he never brought up the idea of marking Kaminari. Denki began to wonder if maybe it was his appearance that was holding Kirishima back. He couldn’t help but think that maybe Kirishima preferred omegas with more muscular bodies and striking curves, like Katsuki’s. The idea of turning into a dominant omega like the other blonde made his heart race.

Bakugo was taller, slender, and had a physique that could make any omega green with envy. How did he manage to have such a thin waist and, at the same time, such a big butt? "Ugh, what a mess!" Denki thought, frustrated. It was unfair! He wanted to ask Katsuki for tips, but he knew that would be his death sentence. The last thing he needed was to provoke the explosive omega, who would certainly look at him as if he’d lost his mind.

He looked at himself in the mirror, a short and too-skinny omega staring back at him. Insecurity wrapped around him like a heavy blanket. Of course, Eijirou couldn’t be physically attracted to him. He gave a sad smile to his reflection, imagining what it would be like to be stronger, taller, more... everything.

With a resigned sigh, Kaminari put on his pajamas—a large T-shirt with a hero print and some comfy gray sweatpants—and headed to bed. Kirishima was on a night mission, and ironically, this was the worst night of all for him. The room was shrouded in a cloak of darkness and silence, except for the incessant noise of his own thoughts that seemed to scream, “You’re not good enough!”

Feeling small and ridiculous compared to the big and strong alpha he shared the bed with, Denki turned from side to side, looking for a bit of comfort in those covers that now seemed so huge and out of proportion. He needed to talk to someone, but Katsuki was probably blowing up Midoriya right now as he moved into the green-haired alpha's apartment.

With a deep sigh and a slight tremor of anxiety, he grabbed his phone and decided to send a message to the only omega who might truly understand him.

ZapMaster⚡💛: hey, you up? srry for the late msg...

He pressed "send" and waited, biting his lower lip, a gesture that revealed his apprehension. The silence in the room seemed to grow, as if it, too, was waiting for a response that could change everything. Words floated in his mind, but insecurity kept him from forming any clear thoughts.

Denki’s phone vibrated, breaking the tense silence around him. His heart raced as he looked at the screen, a glimmer of hope lighting up his face.

Momo✨: Hey, Denki! Don’t worry ‘bout the time, I’m here! What’s up? You seem kinda worried

Kaminari smiled at her response. Momo had always been one of the people who understood him best, and now she could really help him, as she was the only omega in his group who was marked. He started typing quickly, the flow of thoughts flooding his mind.

ZapMaster⚡💛: Ah, it’s just… well, you know me, right? Kirishima’s amazing, but sometimes I feel… idk, kinda insecure? 😅

He sent the message, and while he waited, he couldn’t help but reflect. She always seemed so confident and strong. He winced at the thought of her mark, a bond that made her relationship feel even more real.

The phone vibrated again, and he immediately turned to read it.

Momo✨: Oh, Denki, that’s totally normal. Everyone’s got their insecurities, even people who seem like they have it all together. You’re awesome just the way you are! Don’t doubt yourself

Denki bit his lip, feeling warmth spread through his chest. Her words were like a cozy blanket on a cold night.

ZapMaster⚡💛: Thanks, Momo! You always know just what to say! But I keep wondering if maybe Kirishima wants someone… I dunno, stronger? Like, y’know, like Kat!

As he typed, he looked back at the mirror, examining himself as if that might change something. He remembered how much he admired Katsuki, not just for his physical strength, but for his determination.

Momo✨: Denki, Kirishima likes you exactly the way you are! Strength isn’t just physical you’ve got a big heart, and you’re always so fun and kind. That stuff matters way more! ❤️

Kaminari felt a smile bloom on his lips. Momo’s confidence was contagious, and her words seemed to push back some of the fog of insecurity surrounding him.

ZapMaster⚡💛: You really think so? Sometimes I can’t help but think he’d want someone… idk, maybe strong like him

Momo✨: Kirishima might be strong, but he also needs someone who brings light into his life. He really likes you, Denki I can totally see it!

Denki smiled, a comforting warmth wrapping around him. He took a deep breath, feeling a little lighter. He was starting to believe that, even with all his insecurities, he could be the kind of omega Kirishima wanted. With a bit more courage, he decided he would talk to Eijirou as soon as he got back. After all, if Momo believed in him, maybe it was time to believe in himself too.

Of course, things wouldn’t be that easy. Denki was lying in bed, surrounded by soft blankets and a pile of pillows in his nest, watching TV in an attempt to distract his restless mind. The news rolled slowly on screen, a sequence of crime reports, but he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he barely paid attention until suddenly, a familiar image appeared.

It was Eijirou. But he wasn’t alone. The camera focused on his alpha, who was kissing a woman. A tall, slender woman with long, silky hair, who seemed to fit perfectly into the image of what Denki thought a "perfect partner" should be. The woman’s bright smile and the way she wrapped her arms around his alpha’s shoulders tied a knot in Kaminari’s stomach.

Denki’s world seemed to freeze for a moment. He felt as if the air had been sucked from his lungs. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open in disbelief.

— No, no, no… — he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible as the scene played out on screen. He turned to his side, trying to look away, but the image was like a magnet, pulling his gaze back.

Denki’s mind was a storm of emotions. Just a second ago, he had been feeling more confident, thinking that he could be the omega Kirishima wanted. Now, he was wondering if it had all been an illusion. He felt a mixture of anger and sadness, a sense of betrayal that left him even more confused.

— But… he told me he likes me! — he thought, but doubt began to creep into his mind. What if it was just talk? What if Eijirou truly preferred a woman like her, with the perfect figure and a strong presence? Denki’s heart sank, and he wondered if he could ever be enough for the alpha.

He turned off the TV, the image of the woman still echoing in his mind. He threw himself onto the bed, burying his face in the pillows as despair took hold. What should he do? It was as if a wave of discouragement had washed over him, and all he wanted was for Momo to be there again to offer him some comforting advice.

With a deep sigh, he sat up in bed, feeling tears threatening to slip down his face. Insecurity hit him like an electric shock. How could he compete with that woman? He knew he wasn’t as strong, as impressive… He was just Denki, a short and insecure omega.

— Why does this always happen to me? — he thought, wiping away the stubborn tears with his hands, wondering if this was just more proof that he wasn’t worthy of the love he so deeply desired.

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Kirishima arrived home late, the moonlight filtering softly through the apartment curtains, creating a calm and cozy atmosphere. He gently pushed the door open, holding the handle carefully, trying not to make any noise so as not to wake Denki, whom he knew was asleep in his cozy nest.

Eijirou’s heart was heavy, a mix of exhaustion and worry. Damn, he should shower as soon as possible to get rid of the unpleasant smell of that omega. The scent still bothered him, an unwanted reminder of the job he hadn’t asked for. He had been assigned as a bodyguard for a famous actress and, to his surprise, was instructed to pretend to be her boyfriend during the event. Kirishima’s heart clenched at the memory of her forced smile and how he had to act like he was in love with someone he’d never seen before. If he’d known, he would never have taken the job. But he was just a sidekick, with little choice in the situations he found himself in.

Sighing, he took off his shoes in the genkan, feeling the comforting sensation of the tatami under his feet. The familiarity of the place calmed him a bit. As he quietly entered the apartment, he let the tranquility of the environment and Denki’s sweet pheromones surround him. The smell of the dinner Denki had prepared still lingered in the air. Kirishima smiled, remembering how the omega always made sure to keep everything cozy, like a true home.

"I should tell Denki about this, right?" he thought, his heart tightening at the idea of the omega’s reaction if he found out. But doubt started to creep in. Wouldn’t this just hurt his beloved? He didn’t want Denki to feel insecure or compared to anyone else.

— Damn it, Eijirou, what are you doing? — he muttered to himself, running a hand through his messy hair as he was swept away by uncertainty. He felt a bit lost, trying to figure out what to do next. As always, his emotions took over, and he didn’t know how to deal with it all.

With a hint of regret, he decided that the best thing to do was to take a quick shower. He needed to rid himself of that smell and feel clean, not just physically, but emotionally as well. The warmth of the water might help him clear his mind and, perhaps, find the right words to explain things to Denki. He moved slowly, trying not to make any noise, aware that the last thing he wanted was to disturb his omega’s sleep.

As he walked toward the bathroom, his thoughts were on Denki, lying in his nest, wrapped in blankets and dreaming peacefully. Kirishima’s heart warmed at the thought of how cute his omega must look, with messy hair and a serene smile on his lips. He knew that, despite all the insecurities he felt, the love they shared was real and special. And that was why, even amid the confusion, he felt determined to do the right thing.

What Kirishima didn’t notice was the bitter scent of a distressed omega, masked by the alpha suppressants he was taking.

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The days passed slowly, and Kirishima felt as if he was carrying a weight on his shoulders that only kept growing. He watched Denki from a distance, trying to understand what had changed. Before, the omega was pure light, with that easy smile and casual touches that made Kirishima shiver with happiness. Now, Denki seemed like a shadow of himself: elusive, distracted, as if he wanted to pull away at all costs. This left Kirishima with a knot in his stomach and an uneasy feeling in the back of his mind. Could it be that he, Eijirou, wasn’t the alpha Kaminari wanted?

That day, Kirishima was on a joint patrol with Midoriya. The two alphas, from different agencies, still found themselves working missions together from time to time, and honestly, he enjoyed these opportunities. They walked through the streets, alert, but even so, Kirishima couldn’t get Denki out of his mind. He needed to ask, or he was going to explode from anxiety.

— Hey, Midobro, can I ask you something kinda… personal? — he began, scratching the back of his neck.

Midoriya raised his eyebrows, surprised and curious.

— What’s up?

— It’s just… do you think it’s normal for an omega to never ask to be… you know… marked? — He left the question hanging, feeling his face heat up. Maybe it was silly, but it was eating him up inside.

Midoriya blinked a few times, confused.

— Uh… well, to be honest, I don’t really know. But at least Kacchan always asks when he’s in heat… — he said, thoughtful but with that awkward way of his, like he was trying to help even without much certainty.

His friend’s answer only left Kirishima more confused. "Bakugo asks?" He pictured the scene for a second, and a small, awkward smile appeared on his face because, honestly, imagining Bakugo asking for anything was just too strange.

— No way, really? Bakubro asks? I thought he was… I dunno, way too proud for that! — he commented with a laugh.

— Yeah, I thought so too, but guess not, right? Go figure… — Midoriya laughed, shrugging.

But the lightness of the moment didn’t last long. Kirishima went back to thinking about Denki, about how his behavior had changed. He seemed so distant, almost avoiding any contact. Had he done something wrong? Was he smothering him? And worst of all: did Kaminari not want to be marked by him?

Kirishima had even started taking stronger suppressants because it was so hard to resist his own instincts, especially with Denki around, and even worse when he pulled away. Every time he saw him, that primal urge to mark him intensified, like an animal he was trying to contain. But he’d never say anything… maybe it was a sensitive issue for Denki, or maybe it was just too soon. Damn, it was hard to know what to do!

— Hey, Kiri, you okay? — Midoriya looked at him, now with a concerned tone.

— Oh, sorry, it’s just… man, I’m just trying to figure things out. Denki’s been acting weird lately! — Kirishima blurted out, frustrated, as they walked side by side through the city’s busy streets. He gestured a little too much, catching a few curious glances from people, but he was too worried to notice.

Midoriya raised his eyebrows, thoughtful, before responding.

— Aaaah, omegas are kinda… strange, I guess… — he said, his face scrunched up as if trying to solve a complex riddle. — Kacchan is always yelling at me, but I can still smell a hint of satisfaction in his pheromones, instead of irritation…

Kirishima stopped in his tracks, looking at his friend with an expression of pure disbelief.

— Wait, what? Satisfaction?! But he’s… cursing you out?

Midoriya shrugged, as if it were a silly question.

— Yep! He yells, but with this… uh… hint of… I dunno, I think it’s happiness? Like, he’s furious, but not really, you know? Like… almost affectionate? — Midoriya explained, scratching his head, while Kirishima tried to make sense of it. They both stood there, each staring off into space.

— Man… so he’s cursing you out because… he likes you? — Kirishima asked, still not fully understanding. — That makes no sense!

— Exactly! I don’t get it either! — Midoriya said, gesturing dramatically. — But omegas are like that, I think? Like… contradictory!

Kirishima sighed, running a hand through his hair. He thought about Denki, about the way he avoided eye contact, about how he didn’t come close like he used to. What confused him most were the small gestures: sometimes, when Kirishima got close, he could sense Denki’s scent growing stronger, like he was calling out to him. But then… suddenly… the omega would pull away, nervous, with restless hands. It was this push and pull that left the alpha completely baffled.

— See? I don’t get it either! The other day, Denki wore a… a skirt for a mission! — Kirishima confessed, feeling his face heat up just thinking about it. The image of the blonde smiling, with that light fabric swaying, was stuck in his mind. — It was like he was trying to get my attention, you know? But now… it feels like all he wants is distance! I don’t get why!

Midoriya’s eyes went wide, his expression a mix of shock and complete confusion.

— Wait… he wore a skirt? For work? — He blinked a few times, trying to process the information. — That sounds like… a pretty obvious sign, right? Like, he must’ve wanted to show you something, for sure! Omegas don’t do that for nothing, I think… — Midoriya scratched his head, just as lost as Kirishima.

Kirishima sighed, crossing his arms. The memory of Denki adjusting the skirt with an enigmatic smile while looking right at him came to mind, and it nearly made him explode. The worst part was that, even after putting in so much effort to get his attention, the blonde had started acting as if Kirishima were invisible. And Kirishima honestly couldn’t tell if that was a disguised “yes” or “no.”

— Yeah, it was pretty obvious, I guess… — he replied, trying to rationalize it. — But… after that, he started acting different, you know? Avoiding me, watching me from a distance… man, omegas are just way too complicated!

— Look, I think you’re dealing with one of those… uh… opposite signals, you know? Like, he wants you to notice, but at the same time, he’s too nervous. Maybe he’s scared it’ll go wrong or that you won’t like him the way he is? — Midoriya suggested, looking thoughtful.

Kirishima blinked, absorbing his words. Could Denki really be nervous? Maybe insecure? But then why wouldn’t he just say so? Why didn’t he ask to talk? He wanted to be there for the blonde, wanted Denki to know that he respected him too much to rush anything.

— Could be… but how am I supposed to know, Midobro? I just wish he’d give me a clearer sign! I don’t know, something like… “Kiri, just mark me already” or “no thanks, keep your distance”… — he muttered, throwing his hands up.

Midoriya let out a loud laugh.

— I think you’re gonna have to go with a direct question, then. I mean, I was as stubborn as Kacchan back in U.A., remember? — Midoriya said with an almost proud smile, his eyes shining with the memory. — He refused to admit we were… fated pairs, but at the same time, he couldn’t stay away from me. Maybe it’s the same thing, you know? Maybe Kaminari’s testing you, seeing how far you’ll go for him! — Midoriya finished, shrugging, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Kirishima stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, blinking as if he’d been struck by lightning. Testing him? Could Denki really be playing one of those “push-pull games” he’d heard some omegas did? Maybe he wanted to see if Kirishima was truly interested, beyond just an alpha’s impulse? The thought left him feeling kind of confused… and a bit nervous.

— You’re saying that… like… he wants to see if I really care? — he asked, hesitantly, feeling his face heat up. The idea that Denki might be doing this to make sure he was truly there for him left a fluttering feeling in his stomach.

Midoriya nodded, excited by his own theory.

— Could be! Think about it: he wore that skirt, so clearly, he was trying to get your attention, right? But now, he’s ignoring you. If that’s not a test, I don’t know what is!

Kirishima gave a nervous laugh, because, honestly, it kind of made sense.

— So… you think I should… I don’t know, just go and ask him what he really wants? — He laughed, but the nervousness was obvious. The last thing he wanted was to scare the blonde off or look like an idiot.

— Exactly! Maybe he just wants to feel secure that you actually care. — Midoriya patted him on the back, encouraging him.

Kirishima had faced villains and monsters without breaking a sweat, but the idea of going to Denki and saying all that directly was a challenge that made his palms sweat.

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— WHAT? — Kirishima gasped, his voice breaking as he stared at Denki with wide eyes, like someone had just thrown a bucket of cold water on him.

In front of him, Kaminari was fidgeting, nervously wringing his hands in a way Kirishima almost never saw him do. He looked around, as if their own room—the space they shared—was suddenly a strange place.

— That’s it… my heat’s coming, and… I want to go through it alone — he murmured, his voice soft, without a trace of his usual confidence.

Kirishima was frozen, feeling the ground open up beneath him. He couldn’t even remember the last time Denki hadn’t spent his heat with him! They were always together; it was their routine… and now this? Why? Why didn’t Denki want him around? Had he done something wrong? Was the blonde really pulling away from him?

— Denki, babe, please tell me what’s going on! — He pleaded, taking a step closer, his hands reaching out as if to hold the blonde and all the answers he was searching for.

But Denki turned his face away, his gaze fixed on the floor, just as nervous as before.

— Nothing happened, I just want to go through it alone… — he replied in a low voice, but with a firmness that only confused Kirishima even more.

The alpha sighed, frustrated and still completely lost. Kirishima took another step, a bit more desperate, wanting to close the distance that Denki seemed to be creating.

— Denks, you’re driving me crazy! You’re telling me I didn’t do anything, and suddenly, you want me to… leave you… like this? Right when it’s your heat!?

But Kaminari just lowered his head even more. He wanted to reach out, to tell the blonde he’d never, ever leave him alone if he could help it. But at the same time, he had to respect Denki’s choice… even if it tore him up inside.

The conversation with Midoriya echoed in Kirishima’s mind. He was the alpha in the relationship, right? And that meant he needed to act like one—to be strong, to be honest, and to protect his omega. At the very least, he had to tell him what he was feeling.

— Alright, I’ll respect your wishes, Den. — Kirishima began, feeling a new steadiness in his voice. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. — But before anything else, I need to tell you something.

Denki raised his face, his eyes wide and a bit nervous. He bit his lip, shoulders hunched, his hands restless by his sides. That gesture broke Kirishima’s heart; it was the same look Denki had when he was trying not to cry.

The alpha couldn’t imagine what was going on in the blonde’s mind, but he knew he needed to be direct—it was no longer the time to hold back.

— Denks… — he began, choosing his words carefully. — I want you to know that… I love you. — The words came out strong, but with a warmth so intense he could barely hold it in. — I know I can be a bit dense, but I always try to give my best for you… and, well… — He gave an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck. — I’d like to be your alpha, if you’d have me, of course.

The confession hung in the air like a breeze, and for a moment, Kirishima hoped that maybe that was all that needed to be said. But as he looked at Denki, he noticed something was wrong. The omega was trembling slightly, his eyes beginning to fill with tears as he struggled to hold back a reaction that seemed stronger than him.

— Denki? — Kirishima called, now desperate, moving closer. — Hey, what is it? Why are you crying?

Kaminari squeezed his eyes shut, and the tears finally fell. He shook his head, trying to speak, but the words came out broken.

— It’s just… I saw… you… and that actress… you kissed her… and I… — he murmured, his words jumbled between sobs. His face was bright red, and he looked like a mix of insecurity and shame Kirishima had never seen in him before.

That was when it hit Kirishima, like a punch to the gut. He couldn’t believe this was what it was about! The mission! That stupid mission with the actress! The fake kiss, entirely staged, that he hadn’t even thought twice about because, deep down, he knew how he really felt and that only Denki mattered. But, of course, Denki didn’t know that. And now, he saw just how much that detail had hurt the omega.

— Oh, Denki… my God, I’m so sorry! — Kirishima said, his tone desperate. He held Denki’s face gently in his hands, looking straight into his eyes, hoping every word would be like a hug that could erase all the hurt. — That was… just acting! It was all part of the mission, I swear! It meant nothing, nothing at all; I didn’t even think about it. Denki, you’re everything to me, I swear! I’m sorry!

Denki hiccuped, looking at him with a mix of relief and shame, but the tears kept falling. Kirishima pulled him into a hug, feeling the blonde’s body gradually relax against his.

— I’m an idiot, I know… I should have told you about it sooner… Forgive me, okay? I never wanted you to feel hurt, not for a second.

Kirishima felt Denki shift slightly in his arms, and then he heard, almost like a muffled whisper:

— I-I want… — the omega murmured, his voice still thick with emotion.

Kirishima froze, his mind spinning.

— What did you say, Denks? — he asked, drawing closer, his heart pounding as he kissed the blonde’s tear-streaked cheeks, tasting the salt of his tears. He needed to hear it again, just to be sure, just to feel like all of this was real.

Denki looked up, his eyes still bright and his face slightly flushed, with tears caught in his long lashes. Damn, he’s perfect.

— I want… to be your omega — he murmured, his voice barely a whisper but filled with a certainty that struck deep in Kirishima.

Kirishima felt his heart practically leap out of his chest, a warmth so intense in his chest that he thought he might melt right there. With a grin that could barely fit on his face, he pulled Denki closer, holding him as if the blonde were the most precious thing in the world — and, to him, he was.

Eijirou's heart swelled with adoration as he gazed upon Denki's tearful face. His delicate hands tenderly caressed the omega's flushed cheeks, wiping away the glistening drops.

— Shhh, baby. I'm here now, — Kirishima murmured, his baritone voice a soothing balm. — I'll never hurt you.

Denki sniffled, his big eyes watery but trusting as they met Eijirou's, the omega's petite form trembled slightly in his strong embrace, his neck a bit visible—and without a choker. Eijirou's knot throbbed at the sight, yearning to claim what was his.

With infinite gentleness, Kirishima lowered Denki onto their nest, hovering over him protectively. His large hands smoothed over the curve of Denki's hips, tracing the delicate ridges of his ribs.

— You're so beautiful, — he breathed, his voice husky with desire. — My perfect little omega.

A shaky moan escaped Denki's lips as Kirishima's fingers dipped teasingly beneath the waistband of his pants. The alpha's knuckles brushed against the heat of Denki's slick entrance, eliciting a desperate whimper from the smaller male.

— Ple-please, Eiji... need you… — Denki mewled, arching into the touch.

A low growl rumbled in Kirishima's chest as he slowly peeled off Denki's clothes, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of creamy skin. He presses reverent kisses along Kaminari’s perfect body, murmuring words of love and adoration. Gosh, his omega is so perfect! His body is so delicate, with soft cute curves that made Kirishima want to swallow him.

Once Denki lay bare and wanting beneath him, Kirishima quickly shed his own garments. His massive cock sprang free, the thick shaft already slick with pre-cum. Denki's eyes widened at the sight, a mixture of fear and anticipation flickering across his features.

Eijirou positioned himself between Denki's thighs, his muscular body a shelter for his lover. He captured Kaminari's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into the embrace. His tongue delved past his omega's parted lips, tangling with the omega's in a sensual dance.

Kirishima's patience was rewarded as Denki's body gradually relaxed beneath him, melting into the alpha's possessive embrace. The scent of Denki's arousal perfumed the air, that he could feel even under the effects of suppressants, a heady aroma that set Eijirou's blood on fire

Slowly, ever so carefully, the alpha guided the flared head of his cock to his omega's weeping entrance. He paused, giving the omega time to adjust, his breath hitching at the exquisite heat that greeted his sensitive tip.

— Tell me how you feel, baby, — Kirishima rumbled, his voice strained with restraint.

— Full... so full already, — Denki gasped, his back arching off the mattress. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but his expression was one of bliss rather than pain. — More, Ei. Please, I need more of you.

A shuddering groan tore from Kirishima's throat as he sank deeper, inch by oh-so-delicious inch. Denki's walls clenched around him like a vice, fluttering and rippling along his invading length. The sensation was intense, bordering on overwhelming, but Kirishima gritted his teeth and continued his measured descent.

Once he was fully sheathed, the alpha stilled, allowing Denki time to acclimate to the intrusion. His hands roamed the omega's smaller body, mapping every curve and hollow with reverent touches.

— So good, Denki. You're taking me so well, —Kirishima praised, his voice rough with emotion.

Denki whimpered, his hips twitching restlessly.

— Move, Eiji. Please, I need… — His sentence dissolved into a wanton moan as the alpha obeyed, withdrawing until only the tip remained before surging forward once more.

A steady rhythm soon developed, Kirishima's powerful thrusts rocking the bed with their force. Kaminari clung to his broad shoulders, his nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in the alpha's skin. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingled with their ragged panting, creating a primal symphony.

Eijirou angled his hips, seeking out that special spot within Denki that would drive the omega wild. When Denki's head tipped back with a keening cry, Eijirou knew he'd found it. His heart soared as Kaminarii's pleasure escalated, the omega's cries growing higher in pitch and frequency. His own climax coiled tightly in his gut, his knot swelling with each driving thrust. But he held back, determined to bring Denki to completion first.

Leaning down, Eijirou captured Denki's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the omega's moans. His tongue delved deep, claiming every inch of his omega’s mouth as his thick cock claimed his body. One hand slid between their sweat-slicked forms, finding Denki's neglected cocklet.

Kaminari bucked into the touch, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

— Yes, yes, don't stop, — he chanted, his hips meeting  Kirishima's thrust for thrust. Pleasure radiated from his core, building to a fever pitch with each stroke of Eijirou's fingers and cock.

Eijirou could feel his own release barreling towards him, his knot swollen and aching to claim its prize. He redoubled his efforts, pounding into Kaminarii's pliant body with single-minded focus. The obscene sound of his omega's slick walls being stretched and filled echoed through the room.

— Come for me, Denki, — Kirishima growled against the omega's lips. — Let me feel you come apart on my cock.

Denki's body tensed, his muscles pulling taut as a bowstring. With a shattering cry, his orgasm crashed over him, waves of ecstasy washing through his small frame. His passage clenched rhythmically around Kirishima's pistoning shaft, milking the alpha for all he was worth.

The sensation proved too much for Kirishima to bear. With a roar of completion, he buried himself to the hilt, his knot locking him in place as he emptied himself deep within Denki's welcoming body. Pulse after pulse of his hot seed painted Denki's inner walls, claiming the omega as his own.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, while still caged together, their hearts pounding in sync. Kirishima gathered Denki close, pressing tender kisses to the omega's damp forehead.

— I love you, Denki, — he whispered, his voice hoarse from exertion. — I love you so much… I want to mark you, Denks. — he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. — want the whole world to know that you're mine.

Denki's eyes widened, a mixture of excitement and trepidation dancing in their blue depths.

— Yes, — he breathed, tilting his head to the side in submission. — I want that too, Eiji. I want everyone to know that I belong to you.

Kirishima's heart swelled with love and possessiveness. Slowly, reverently, he leaned down and captured Denki's pulse point between his teeth. He bit down, applying just enough pressure to mark Denki's pheromones glands. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, and he lapped at the small wounds, soothing them with his tongue.

The scent of Denki's submission filled the air, mingling with the musk of their recent coupling. It was a heady aroma, one that called to Kirishima's most primal instincts. He wanted to mark every inch of Denki's body, to claim him in every way possible.

Kaminari mewled loud as Eijirou worked, his small hands fisting in the alpha's short red hair.

— Mo-more, — he panted, his hips rolling in lazy circles.

Eijirou obliged, leaving a trail of red marks down his omegai's slender throat and across his collarbones. He suckled at the omega's pink nipples, drawing them into stiff peaks before biting down, hard enough to leave bruises. Denki arched into the touch, his body trembling with each nip and lick.

When he finally pulled back, Denki's chest was a canvas of red and purple. Kirishima's knot gave a particularly forceful throb, and he growled low in his throat as a second wave of release washed over him, filling Kaminari one more time. His omega's eyes were glazed over, his lips parted as he moaned through the overwhelming sensations, squirming underneath him. The sight made Eijirou's heart swell with affection and primal satisfaction.

— Look at you, — Kirishima rumbled, his voice husky with emotion. — So beautiful, so perfect. All mine. Forever.

Denki's smile was dazed, his eyes fluttering closed as he reveled in their intimate connection. Kirishima captured his omega's lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into the tender embrace. He savored the taste of them, the feel of Kaminarii's body pressed flush against his own. In this moment, the world fell away, and there was only Denki, only the two of them lost in each other.

As their knotting neared its conclusion, Kirishima eased them onto their sides, cradling his omega close to his chest. He stroked gentle fingers down Denki's back, marveling at the way his touch made the omega shiver and sigh.

— Rest now, babe — Kirishima murmured, pressing a kiss to Denki's temple.

Kaminari nodded sleepily, nestling deeper into Eijirou's embrace while purring. He looked like he was in another dimension.

— I love you, Denki. More than anything in this world. — Kirishima whispered, smiling, closing his eyes too.

In the hazy aftermath of their joining, Eijirou reflected on the incredible journey that had brought them to this moment. The doubts and insecurities that had once plagued him seemed distant, insignificant in the face of the love he shared with Denki.

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Denki could barely believe that Katsuki had agreed to go out with him so easily! The explosive omega had even thrown out a “fine, let’s just get this over with,” as if, by some miracle, he actually wanted to see him. It nearly made Kaminari tear up with emotion. And now, sitting at the café table, he couldn’t calm down. His hands were busy with his phone, scrolling through non-existent notifications while he glanced at the door every two seconds.

In that moment, Kaminari was so anxious he didn’t even realize he was showing off his pairing mark like a trophy, his jacket collar pulled down a bit, revealing the mark on his neck. To him, it was an achievement—a reminder that he was someone special’s omega.

Suddenly, a sweet scent began to fill the air, something so rich and creamy it was like a mix of vanilla and something softer… like melted caramel. He frowned, giving a small sniff, puzzled by the scent, which seemed almost too strong, almost intoxicating.

And then Katsuki walked into the café, striding in with that determined gait, his usual scowl aimed right at Denki. He pulled out the chair and dropped into the seat, giving Denki his classic impatient glare.

— What the hell, Dunce Face? — he growled.

Kaminari blinked, his mind making a quick connection between the scent and the scene in front of him. And then, the thought hit him like a bullet: Bakugo is pregnant.

— OhmyGodyourpregnant! — was all he managed to say, loud enough that someone at the next table shot them a curious look. And he was CERTAIN of it. Katsuki was pregnant; there was no doubt in his mind. None at all.

And just like that, a fresh wave of insecurity started bubbling up in Kaminari’s chest.

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Kacchan is so cute.

At five months pregnant, he’s never looked more adorable. With his baby bump now very noticeable, each little sign that their three pups were growing healthy made Izuku’s heart melt. He’d lost count of how many times he just stood there, watching, doing nothing else but absorbing the scene before him.

The glow on Kacchan’s skin was undeniable—he seemed to radiate, his hair softer and fuller than ever, stubbornly falling into his eyes. Even while pregnant, the blond had kept up with his training—albeit lighter, of course, thanks to Izuku’s insistence and constant requests. Kacchan hadn’t liked the idea one bit but had eventually given in, though not without plenty of daily grumbling.

Sitting on the living room couch, Izuku observed him quietly, his hands clasped between his knees. He followed every movement of the omega, watching how Kacchan’s body had changed. More curves, yes, but still with that strong physique that made his heart beat faster. It was a combination impossible to ignore.

“Wow… how lucky am I,” he thought, smiling to himself.

— Hey, you idiot nerd! — Kacchan’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Izuku blinked, snapping out of his trance, and realized Kacchan was standing with his arms crossed, staring at him. The pose made his full chest stand out, the curves that had begun to change even more obvious thanks to his body’s extra milk production, making the alpha’s mouth water. The shirt he wore had ridden up slightly, revealing the soft skin and round swell of his belly. Izuku watched, mesmerized, and he swore he saw a small movement on the surface—maybe a kick. Were the pups kicking again? He felt his throat tighten immediately.

— Deku, you damn idiot, I’m talking to you! — Kacchan grumbled, lightly kicking the alpha’s knee.

The room, with its warm lights and comforting aroma of tea and wood, seemed even cozier. Izuku leaned back on the couch, his eyes shining with affection and admiration, while the blond huffed and squinted at him as if he wanted to drill a hole through him with his stare. And somehow, even that was adorable.

— Sorry, Kacchan, what did you say?

The omega huffed, rolling his eyes impatiently, crossing his arms tighter, which made his chest look even fuller beneath, adding to the volume. Izuku swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes on the blond’s face. Every fiery gesture was a trademark of Kacchan.

— I want you to help me put up our Christmas tree. — He pointed his chin at the box on the floor, giving it a quick, skeptical glance at its modest size.

Izuku hurried to agree, nodding eagerly. This would be their first Christmas together in the apartment, and even though they hadn’t managed to buy anything too fancy, he didn’t want to let the date go by without celebration. So, he’d bought a small, artificial Christmas tree with a cozy glow on the branches. Excited, he knelt down and began to open the box, the faint scent of artificial pine drifting out as he removed the plastic.

— I want you to set it up right here. — Kacchan pointed to the narrow space between the couch and the hallway door that led to the bedrooms. His finger indicated the spot with a firmness that allowed no argument.

Izuku paused for a moment, frowning as he assessed the spot the blond had chosen. The space looked… well, very small. He bit his lip, thinking about the difficulty he’d have maneuvering there to set up the tree without bumping into the walls or the couch, and later when he’d have to pass by to get to his room.

— Kacchan, I don’t think that’s a good place… — he began, cautiously.

— I want it here. — Kacchan retorted firmly, his eyes narrowed.

Deku scratched the back of his neck, a bit nervous. He knew his omega could be stubborn, but with pregnancy hormones, Kacchan seemed even more determined to have everything exactly his way. He took a deep breath, trying to argue with a half-nervous smile.

— B-but, Kacchan, look, the space is really small there…

Then, the blond, with a calculated movement, placed his hand on his baby bump and took a step forward, tilting his head toward Izuku with a serious, dangerous look.

— You’re not getting your cuddle session, Deku.

Izuku felt a chill. He knew Kacchan took these nighttime “cuddles” seriously—and he himself loved the feeling of holding him, caressing his belly while feeling the little kicks of the pups. The idea of losing this routine was terrifying. Swallowing hard, he quickly shifted his gaze to the open box, already kneeling down, deciding that, yeah, setting up the tree there seemed like a great idea.

The apartment was decorated with a few simple lights Izuku had strung around the living room, giving the space a soft glow. As he pulled the branches of the tree from the box and prepared to set it up in the cramped corner, he felt Kacchan’s eyes fixed on him, watching every move.

Once he’d finished arranging the branches of the tree as best he could in the tight corner, Izuku looked at Kacchan, hoping for some silent approval. But the blond, without giving so much as a look of encouragement, was already holding the other box, opening it with a look of faint disdain.

— Ugh. — He wrinkled his nose, looking at the contents. — I don’t know what I was thinking letting you choose these ornaments, Deku.

Izuku was stunned for a second. What did he mean, “ugh”?

— Kacchan, these are limited edition! — he exclaimed, puffing out his chest with pride as he carefully picked up the box of ornaments.

Inside, the smiling faces of All Might gleamed from every possible angle: face-shaped ornaments, chibi versions, small muscular figures with an arm raised, and even mini-ornaments making the iconic “peace” sign.

Kacchan rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath.

— Of course you bought this… Limited edition, huh. Who wants to look at that smile all the time? — he murmured, but was soon interrupted by a small, involuntary hiccup. His eyes widened, and he immediately placed a hand on his belly, looking uncomfortable, as if the pups themselves had heard and disapproved of the comment about All Might.

Izuku stepped closer, trying to hold back a laugh.

— Clearly, the pups have great taste — he said, smiling as he gently caressed Kacchan’s belly. — They want All Might everywhere, just like their dad.

Kacchan shot him a death glare, pushing Izuku’s hand away from his belly with a slight huff.

— Idiot. They just moved because you filled them up with fruit juice this morning.

The alpha pulled out a small All Might figure winking and held it up, examining it in the light.

— Look at this, Kacchan! Isn’t it adorable? He even winks! — he said, winking at the ornament with an enthusiastic grin.

Kacchan sighed, visibly exasperated, but Izuku could see affection in the blond’s eyes. Maybe it was the effect of the hormones, but he couldn’t help the light blush spreading over his cheeks.

— Okay, fine. If you start crying because “All Might” winked, I’m out of here — he muttered.

With a huge smile, the alpha started hanging the All Might ornaments on the branches of the tree, arranging everything meticulously, trying to create a masterpiece. Kacchan watched him with crossed arms, his expression growing increasingly grumpy as he saw All Might’s smiling face multiplying in every corner of the tree.

— It looks ridiculous — the omega huffed, rubbing his belly gently. — Looks like a shrine.

Izuku just laughed, his eyes shining with excitement as he continued hanging the ornaments.

— It’s our first Christmas together, Kacchan! It has to be special! And All Might is an inspiration for us — he said, adjusting an ornament at the very top of the tree, where a tiny All Might was giving a wink. — And besides, it’s fun, don’t you think?

Kacchan raised an eyebrow.

— Special? Sure, Deku, but… you have no sense of aesthetics, seriously. A Christmas tree with all this… — He made a sweeping gesture, taking in all the ornaments. — This All Might junk?

Before Izuku could respond, the blond let out a small, frustrated sigh and turned away, pretending to fiddle with the twinkling lights in the window. Izuku noticed that, despite his irritation, Kacchan kept glancing at the All Might ornaments. The alpha continued hanging them with utmost care, and then, sensing the mood was right and that Kacchan wouldn’t explode on him or the tree, he decided to take a risk.

— Kacchan, would you like to put up an ornament? — He held out a small All Might with a flowing red cape, giving a thumbs-up.

The omega rolled his eyes, but his fingers moved to take the ornament. He looked at the All Might in his hand, his eyes narrowing, and he seemed about to make a sarcastic comment, but instead, he took a deep breath, exhaling as if in defeat.

— Fine, but only because you’ll cry if I don’t — he grumbled, stretching up to hang it on a higher branch. But as he raised his arm, a light groan escaped, and he pulled back, placing a hand on his belly, looking a bit surprised.

Izuku immediately panicked.

— Kacchan! Are you okay? Are the pups okay?! — He practically lunged to the omega’s side, eyes wide, one hand automatically reaching out to his belly to check.

The blond pushed him away with a gentle shove, his cheeks flushed.

— Stop being so dramatic, nerd. They just… kicked. That’s all — he replied, trying to sound casual, though clearly affected.

Izuku let out a deep sigh of relief, but the emotion was visible in his bright eyes. He looked down at Kacchan’s belly, thinking that it was like a little Christmas miracle.

— They… they liked the tree, Kacchan! Did you see? They kicked because they liked it! — He smiled, his eyes filling with pure joy.

Kacchan looked at him, incredulous.

— I don’t believe this, Deku. You’re crying over everything these days. — He huffed, but there was a softer note in his tone, and Izuku couldn’t help but notice the slight touch of affection in his voice. Even with an irritated expression, Kacchan’s hand stayed on his belly, gently rubbing where the pups had kicked.

As they continued decorating the tree together, with Kacchan giving sharp instructions and Izuku following every one of them obediently, the atmosphere filled with a warm, familiar feeling.

It was the perfect Christmas for them.

After finally finishing the tree, Izuku took a step back, hands on his hips, grinning from ear to ear.

— Let’s see how it looks! — he said enthusiastically.

Izuku went to the light switch and turned off the room lights, leaving only the Christmas tree’s twinkling lights to illuminate the space. Little points of colored light danced across the walls, reflecting off the All Might ornaments, which now seemed to sparkle even more, as if they were part of a magical Christmas scene.

He moved closer to Kacchan, who stood by the tree, wide-eyed and focused on the twinkling lights. Kacchan’s face was soft and even surprised, a rare sight. He seemed lost in the scene.

Izuku smiled and, with the tenderness of handling something precious, slid his hand around Kacchan’s back, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his temple. The warmth of that kiss made the omega close his eyes for a second, an expression of pure contentment appearing on his face.

And then, Izuku noticed a tear slipping down Kacchan’s face. Small and discreet, but there it was, glistening in the soft glow of the tree. The omega quickly tried to brush it away with the back of his hand, but before he could hide it, another tear appeared, and another, until he was truly crying.

— Argh! — Kacchan grumbled, trying to control his tears and, at the same time, furious with himself. — Damn… these stupid hormones… — he muttered, huffing and turning his face away, unsuccessfully trying to hide his emotions. — I don’t even know why I’m crying, damn it…

Izuku felt a pressure behind his eyes, and before he knew it, his own eyes were welling up too.

— K-Kacchan… you look so beautiful crying… — Izuku said, his voice choked with emotion as tears ran down his own face. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it was too late; he was crying too.

The omega shot him an exasperated, tearful look.

— Oh, great, now you’re crying too? — he grumbled, wiping his face again, frustrated. — Stop being so dramatic, you idiot nerd!

Izuku, with red eyes and the silliest grin, couldn’t stop. He wrapped an arm around Kacchan, pulling him close, ignoring the blond’s muttered protests.

— I just… I’m just so happy… — he stammered, his voice breaking through the tears. — It’s our first Christmas together, Kacchan! And… I couldn’t ask for anything better.

Kacchan, still annoyed but unable to push him away, relaxed slightly and snuggled into the embrace. He sniffed, pressing his forehead against Izuku’s shoulder, mumbling:

— If you tell anyone, I swear I’ll kill you.

Izuku chuckled, even amidst the tears, and hugged Kacchan even tighter, taking in the sweet, joyful scent of his omega.

They stayed like that for a while, the warmth between them mixing with the soft glow of the tree lights blinking in the background. Izuku didn’t want to let go of Kacchan; he wanted to keep this moment forever — the slight tremble in the blond’s body, the muffled muttering only he could hear, the gentle weight of the rounded belly pressing against him.

But, of course, everything has an end, especially when it comes to Kacchan’s patience.

— Okay, that’s enough, Deku! — he said, pushing Izuku’s chest to move him back. — You’re way too clingy today.

Izuku laughed, wiping his face with his sleeve and stepping back a bit, still smiling like a fool. Kacchan muttered something unintelligible and turned, deciding it was time to head to the bedroom.

However, as soon as he took the first step towards the hallway, the blond stopped. He looked at the narrow space between the sofa and the tree, frowned, and tried to pass. But his belly bumped against the lowest branch of the tree, causing a few ornaments to sway dangerously.

Kacchan froze, glaring at the tree as if it were the greatest enemy he’d ever faced.

— What the… — He tried to take another step forward, but his baby bump made the tree trunk tilt slightly, threatening to knock off some of the precious All Might ornaments.

Izuku watched the scene nervously as Kacchan tried an awkward maneuver, attempting to pass sideways, first leaning back, then forward, but with no success. In the end, he only managed to make one of the All Might figures on the upper branch tilt, ending up upside down. This made the alpha’s heart practically leap into his throat.

Kacchan, already out of patience, huffed and turned to Izuku, his face red with frustration.

— This is your fault! — he snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the alpha. — I told you not to put this ridiculous tree here!

— B-but Kacchan, you picked the spot…

— And you did nothing to stop me! — the omega retorted, crossing his arms and glaring at Izuku as if he’d committed a crime. — Move this thing out of the way now, before I have to knock everything down just to get through!

Izuku nodded quickly, hurrying over to pull the tree back carefully, shifting it enough to clear the path. Meanwhile, Kacchan huffed and muttered complaints about “idiot nerds” and “cramped spaces” under his breath.

As soon as the tree was out of the way, the omega walked past, still annoyed, and shot Izuku a final warning look.

— And next time, pick a smaller tree — he grumbled, heading toward the bedroom.

Sensing that his omega was a bit calmer, the alpha dared to push his luck with a reply:

— Sure, Kacchan. Next time, I’ll ask if you want a smaller All Might too.

He heard an indignant grumble from the bedroom.

Kacchan is so cute, even when he’s mad.

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Kacchan is so cute.

Izuku gazed adoringly at his pregnant boyfriend soaking in the bathtub, Kacchan's petite frame contrasting beautifully with his swollen belly. The alpha couldn't resist running reverent hands over those new curves. Izuku is sitting beneath his lover, and even though he had promised that they would just take a bath, that idea seemed distant now.

— You look so beautiful like this, Kacchan, — Izuku murmured, cupping that taut, stretched skin protectively. — All round and ripe, glowing with our litter's life growing inside you.

Kacchan let out a shaky breath, arching into Izuku's touch. His sensitive nipples pebbled against Izuku's palms as he squirmed.

— D-Deku... I feel so full. Our pups are getting so big…

Izuku groaned at the sight, arousal spiking at how his small, feisty boyfriend was blossoming so sweetly. He nuzzled into his omega's neck, breathing in that intoxicating pregnant milky sweetness.

— Shh, I know angel. You're being so good, carrying our child. Let me take care of you, hm?

Large hands stroked down to cup his boyfriend's heavy breasts, kneading that plush flesh. Kacchan gasped, back arching as Izuku rolled and tugged at his nipples.

— Nngh! D-Deku! Ahh... — Kacchan panted, hips shifting restlessly, the water around them fluttering.

— I know, I know. You need me so badly, don't you? My sweet little omega, all desperate and achy… — Izuku purred, fingers plucking firmly at the turgid peaks.

Kacchan cried out, head lolling back against Izuku's shoulder. Milk began to leak from his swollen nipples, dribbling down the soft curves of his breasts. Izuku growled in approval.

— Fuck, Kacchan... You're leaking for me already. So responsive for your alpha...

Scooping up the creamy drops, Izuku brought them to his omega's lips, painting them with the sweet nectar.

— Open up, angel. Drink down what your body is making for our baby.

Kacchan whimpered, tongue darting out to lap up the warm milk eagerly. Izuku groaned at the sight, his already hard cock twitching. The alpha couldn't get enough of Kacchan's milky breasts, glazed with the cream he'd pulled forth. He moved a little, making the omega move a little to the side so he could latch onto one pebbled peak, suckling greedily as Kacchan keened above him.

— Oh fuck, oh fuck, D-Deku! — The blond sobbed, clutching at Izuku's hair. His back arched, pushing more of that heavy tit into his lover's eager mouth.

Milk flooded over Izuku's tongue, sweet and rich, stoking the fire in his veins. He could feel Kacchan's pleasure, the desperate need pulsing through him, the omega’s pheromones becoming even more sweet, trying to allure his alpha. Kacchan was so close already, trembling on the edge, just from having his sensitive puffy nipples played with.

— That's it baby, let it all out, — Izuku rumbled around his mouthful, free hand coming up to palm the other neglected fat breast. — Give me every drop. You're being such a good mommy for me, aren't you?

— Ahh! Yes, yes! For you, only you! — Kacchan babbled, lost in the haze of sensation. Izuku could feel the blonde's pussy throbbing on his leg.

He switched to the other nipple, latching on and tugging hard, relishing Kacchan's choked cry. He could feel him clenching around nothing, empty cunt fluttering hungrily. His boyfriend needed to be filled, stretched, bred like the sweet little omega he was.

Pulling off with a wet pop, Izuku surged up, claiming Kacchan's lips in a filthy kiss. He thrust his tongue into that welcoming heat, groaning at the taste of his own milk on Kacchan's palate.

— Gonna fill this belly up, Kacchan. Gonna stuff this pussy full of my knot, — Izuku growled against his lips, nipping sharply. — Gonna make you drip with my cum, swell with our baby again.

Dammit, Izuku is so horny for his omega. He knows Kacchan is already heavily pregnant, but his alpha refuses to accept that as a ‘no’ to breed him again. The blonde shook apart with a wail, climaxing untouched, just from Izuku's words. His pussy pulsed against Izuku's legs again, splattering them both with his slick release as his hole clenched greedily around nothing.

— D-Deku! Ahhh! P-Please! — Kacchan sobbed, clinging to his alpha desperately.

Izuku gazed down at his trembling boyfriend with a feral grin, drinking in the sight of the blonde's spent, milk-smeared body. His little omega looked absolutely debauched, rounded with their child, his body full of curves, his extra fat just on the right places, nipples red and puffy from Izuku's attentions.

— Shh, I've got you baby, — the alpha crooned, swiping his thumb through the mess on Kacchan's chest. He brought it to those pouting lips, painting them with the creamy evidence of Kacchan's arousal. — Just relax and let me take care of you.

Kacchan whimpered, tongue darting out to obey, hollowing his cheeks around Izuku's digit. His eyes fluttered shut as he sucked, savoring the combined taste of his own milk and Izuku's skin.

— Nngh, that's it, such a good boy for me, — Izuku purred, free hand drifting lower to press Kacchan’s plump clit. — Always so desperate for my touch, aren't you Kacchan? This hungry little pussy just can't get enough…

Pressing two fingers into that slick heat, Izuku groaned at the vice-like clench around the digits. His omega was always so tight, even after five months of being stuffed full of his alpha's cock. Kacchan's body was made to milk him dry. The water continued to flutter around them, spilling out the bathtub and leaving the whole bathroom wet.

— D-Deku... please… — Kacchan slurred, grinding down onto Izuku's hand with a needy keen. His swollen fat breasts jiggling together with his moves, milk dripping down to the bathtub water.. — Need you... need your cock... ahh!

Izuku snarled, yanking his omega down into a brutal kiss, swallowing his desperate cries.

— Gonna give this pussy exactly what it needs, — he growled against those bruised lips. — Gonna ruin you for anyone else. No one else will ever satisfy you like I can.

With that, Izuku notched the thick head of his cock against his omega's fluttering rim, groaning at the molten heat that greeted him. Then with one hard snap of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt in that velvet clutch. Izuku let out a guttural groan as he hilted inside Kacchan's tight heat, the wet clench of his boyfriend's pregnant pussy dragging deliciously along his throbbing length. Even after months of fucking this sweet hole, the vice-like squeeze never failed to take Izuku's breath away.

— Fuck, Kacchan! Always so goddamn tight, — Izuku panted, hips flexing shallowly as he savored the silken grip. — This hungry little cunt is starving for my cock, isn't it? Desperate to be filled up again...

The blonde keened high in his throat, head lolling back against Izuku's shoulder as he was penetrated by that familiar thickness. He could feel every ridge and vein of Izuku's shaft dragging along his walls, stoking the embers in his core.

— Yes, yes! Need it, need you, Deku! — Kacchan babbled mindlessly, hole clenching greedily around the hard heat splitting him open. — Breed me, fill me! Wanna be so full of your cum!

The alpha snarled, the filthy pleas going straight to his cock. He loved reducing his proud, feisty boyfriend to this - a desperate, needy mess, so far gone on dick that he'd beg for anything Izuku wanted to give him.

— That's right, angel. Gonna pump this fat pussy full, make you take every fucking drop, — Izuku growled, punctuating his words with sharp snaps of his omega’s plush hips. — Gonna make this belly swell with our baby.

Kacchan cried out, inner muscles rippling wildly as his g-spot was jabbed. Pleasure sparked up his spine, making his heavy tits bounce with each thrust. Milk dribbled steadily from his nipples now, painting both of their bodies with the creamy goodness liquor.

— Ahhh! Oh god, D-Deku! I'm yours, all yours! Ruin me, wreck this pregnant pussy!

Izuku's hips snapped forward relentlessly, pistoning into his omega's sopping cunt with animalistic grunts. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoed through the bathroom, nearly drowned out by Kacchan's wanton cries.

— Fuck, you take my cock so well, — the alpha panted, free hand coming up to maul one of Kacchan's heavy tits. He pinched and tugged at the pebbled nipple, sending sparks of pleasure-pain zinging through his boyfriend's oversensitive body. — This greedy pussy just sucks me in, doesn't it? Like it was made for me.

Kacchan could only moan brokenly in response, too far gone to form words. His head lolled back against Izuku's shoulder, drool leaking from the corner of his slack mouth as he was pounded into oblivion. The wet squelch of the tub water and muffled sounds of meat against meat filled his ears, the musky scent of arousal thick in the air.

Izuku's fingers dug into the fat of his omega's chunky thigh, spreading him wider, opening him up for deeper thrusts. He could feel the swollen curve of Kacchan's womb against the tip of his cock with each plunge, making him groan.

— Getting so close, Kacchan. Gonna fill this pussy up, make you take every fucking drop, — Izuku growled, the base of his spine tingling with impending release. — Wanna feel you clamp down on my cock, milk me dry like a good little mommy.

As if on cue, the blonde let out a broken wail, cunt clenching vice-tight around Izuku's throbbing length. His back arched, presenting himself fully to his alpha as he came untouched, splattering the tiles with his release.

The rippling heat of Kacchan's orgasm was too much, pushing Izuku over the edge. With a guttural roar, he hilted himself fully, locking them together with his knot and spilling thick ropes of cum deep into his boyfriend's spasming cunt. He painted those inner walls white, marking Kacchan, claiming him thoroughly.

They collapsed back against the porcelain, panting harshly as the aftershocks rolled through them. Izuku cradled Kacchan's sweat-slicked body close, nuzzling into his neck. As they came down from their high, Izuku peppered soft kisses along his omega's neck, murmuring sweet nothings against his skin.

— You did so good, angel. Took my cock like a champ, just like always.

Kacchan huffed, a hint of his usual fire returning.

— Yeah, yeah, pat yourself on the back later, — he grumbled, even as he leaned into Izuku's gentle touches. — I'm starving now. Better feed me before I wither away to nothing, alpha.

Izuku chuckled, pressing a kiss to Kacchan's forehead. With Kacchan's pregnancy, his body seemed to adapt to his omega, and his knot quickly deflated after he came.

— Of course, Kacchan. Whatever my growing boy needs. — He carefully helped Kacchan out of the tub, wrapping a fluffy towel around his curvy frame.

— Ugh, don't call me a boy, — his omega groused, letting Izuku lead him towards the bedroom. — I'm a man, damn it. A very sexy, very pregnant man.

— Mhm, that you are, — Izuku agreed cheerfully, swatting his omega's fat ass as he passed, making his flesh jiggling. — But right now, you're my very hungry, very needy little omega. And I'm going to take such good care of you.

Kacchan just grumbled under his breath, collapsing onto the bed with a put-upon sigh. Izuku grinned, already thinking what he could do for his boyfriend to eat.

— How about some of that cheese and crackers you like? Or I could whip up some eggs if you want something hot?

— Gimme the cheese. And pour me some of that nice fruit juice, too, — His omega demanded, patting his swollen belly. — Your litter is gonna be a handful.

Izuku laughed brightly.

— Oh, I'm sure they'll be perfect, just like their mama. Now I’ll prepare your food, angel. Gotta keep up your strength for later, when I'm gonna wreck this pussy again.

Kacchan flipped him off, but there was no real heat behind it.

— In your dreams, Deku. In your dreams.

With a final smacking kiss to his omega's cheek, Izuku headed to the kitchen, humming cheerfully to himself. Life was good, with his growing family and the love of his life safe and satisfied.

And, as always, Kacchan is adorable. Especially pregnant.

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Kacchan is so cute, even while sleeping.

Izuku watched his omega's sleeping face, noticing the slight furrow of his brow and the way his parted lips released a steady, calm breath. Even under the covers, the alpha could feel Kacchan's adorable baby bump beneath his hands as he held him from behind, his chest pressed against the blond’s back.

He smiled, feeling his heart soften at the sight, but it didn’t help his insomnia. Another sleepless night. His mind kept whirling in a storm of worries he just couldn’t quiet down.

The agency, missions, responsibilities… It was all a lot, but now there was something new: the growing fame that put an unwanted spotlight on him — and by extension, on Kacchan. More and more paparazzi followed him around, cameras pointed at every detail, as if he and his omega were characters in a show they’d never asked to be in. Even after several interviews where he practically begged for respect for their privacy, it seemed no one listened.

Izuku sighed and settled further into the nest. Kacchan had spent the entire night adjusting the blankets, making the space feel secure and cozy. He knew how much this meant to Kacchan; creating a comfortable nest for the two of them was his way of showing care, affection. Even if he never said it, Izuku knew how much his omega put into these small gestures.

He buried his face in Kacchan's neck, taking in the sweet, comforting scent. The smell calmed him, as if everything in the world could be okay for just a brief moment. Kacchan shifted slightly but remained asleep, warm and cozy beside Izuku.

But his mind kept chattering, the whirlwind of thoughts relentless.

“Will they try to get more photos tomorrow? And what if they try to talk to Kacchan? And what if he gets annoyed again?” He grimaced, recalling the last time his boyfriend almost punched a photographer in the face. Suddenly, Izuku felt a twinge of guilt over it all.

Kacchan had remade the nest that night, muttering — between grumbles — that maybe Izuku wasn’t comfortable with the nests he made. Izuku, of course, immediately denied it, saying every nest Kacchan made was perfect and cozy. He knew Kacchan worried, even if he’d never admit it out loud.

— There’s no way you could make this better, Kacchan — he murmured, his voice muffled against the blond’s neck. — You always make everything so… perfect. Even the scent here is… it’s perfect… it’s so you…

Izuku’s murmuring faded into a contented sigh. He snuggled in even closer, tightening his arm around his omega, trying to anchor himself to that warmth and tranquility. Even with his sleeplessness, just being there, wrapped in Kacchan’s nest, brought a comfort he couldn’t explain to anyone else.

— Kacchan… you don’t even know… — he murmured, the words slipping out unconsciously. — You do so much, always taking care of everything. I just wish… wish the world knew you were more than… more than just a face or a name…

As Izuku snuggled even deeper into the nest, his emotions began to swell. He thought about everything his boyfriend did — the nights spent preparing the nest, the little grumbles that masked his concern, his gruff way of taking care of him. It was all so… precious. He felt a tightness in his chest, and soon his eyes began to sting. Oh no, he was going to cry again.

— K-Kaccha… — he whispered, his voice breaking as a tear slipped out. — You’re… you’re so perfect… t-this nest… it’s so good, K-Kaccha… — He sniffled, trying to hold back the tears. — I… I’m so lucky.

Lost in his admiration, he didn’t notice that the soft murmuring and faint sniffles had begun to wake Kacchan. The blond, still groggy and visibly irritated at being woken up, opened one eye slowly, blinking a few times.

Kacchan sighed, exasperated.

— For the love of… Deku, are you crying again?! — he whispered in a frustrated tone.

Izuku lifted his head, his teary eyes meeting Kacchan’s as he sniffled.

— Kacchan! Y-you’re awake!

— I wouldn’t be if you weren’t there whimpering and suffocating me — the omega replied in a hoarse voice. He tried to pull away, but Izuku’s arm still held him firmly.

— I was just… just thinking… — the alpha began, taking a deep breath as his words started to tumble out in a dramatic rush. — Thinking about how lucky I am… how you do everything for me, Kacchan. This nest… you… everything… you’re so cute. — He sniffled again, tears spilling over. — Kacchan, I… I love you so much.

The alpha rubbed his face against his omega’s shoulder, wiping away his tears and snot on the other’s shirt. The blond huffed, a faint blush creeping onto his face, though he tried to hide it.

— Okay, okay, stop crying, you idiot. I know you love me, but you don’t have to soak me to prove it. And stop wiping your snot on me!

— B-but… but Ka-Kacchan, it’s just… you’re so cute, even when you’re grumbling… — Izuku said, sniffling as he lifted his head again. — And your nest is so cozy… I’ll never be able to thank you enough.

The blond sighed in exasperation, but he placed his hands over the alpha’s, which rested on his baby bump.

— Alright, you crybaby nerd, you’ve thanked me enough. Now shut up and go to sleep.

They settled back in, Izuku still sniffling and trying to hold back his tears as he nestled into the warmth of the nest and his partner.

— Goodnight, Kacchan — he murmured, finally feeling calmer.

— Goodnight, you dramatic Deku — Kacchan replied with a soft tone, pulling him even closer, a slight smile hidden on his face.

Kacchan continued to be adorable, even in the alpha’s dreams.

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Kacchan looked so adorable in the sunlight.

It was a quiet Sunday, and since they had a rare day off the next day, they’d decided to visit their parents. The weather was mild, with a light breeze rustling the tree leaves, and the distant sound of birds completed the cozy setting. As usual, their moms wouldn’t let the occasion go by unnoticed and were already busy in the kitchen, preparing a hearty lunch.

Izuku and Kacchan were sitting on the small back porch of the house, surrounded by a well-kept garden. The porch had a familiar charm, with wooden chairs and a few potted flowers that Kacchan’s mom had planted over the years.

The alpha remembered vividly the moment they had shared the news of the pregnancy with their families, four months ago. They’d waited through the first month with anticipation before sharing the news, wanting to be sure everything was well with the pups before spreading the joy.

Since they couldn’t visit in person, they’d announced it over a video call, but that didn’t diminish the impact of the moment.

As soon as the news was shared, the reactions were everything Izuku had expected — and more. Inko brought her hands to her mouth, eyes tearing up before she could even speak, and then began openly sobbing with joy. Masaru tried to hold back his emotions, discreetly wiping his eyes as he gave them a shy smile, but both Izuku and Kacchan noticed his voice cracking as he tried to congratulate them.

Mitsuki, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of joy. She let out a shout of surprise, causing Kacchan to grumble and pull his face away from the screen as she exclaimed, “I’m going to be a grandma! I’M GOING TO BE A GRANDMA!” She laughed loudly, clapping her hands, already listing all the clothes, toys, and plans she had for her grandkids.

Even at a distance, the happiness was palpable, and Izuku felt as if they were all together in the room. He still remembered how his mother sobbed with joy as she said she couldn’t wait to hold her grandkids in her arms, and how Masaru just nodded, touched, as he hugged Mitsuki.

It was one of those moments Izuku would treasure forever, a memory that made him smile every time he thought about it.

The alpha sighed, smiling as he watched the blond beside him, captivated. Kacchan looked relaxed, his face softened under the gentle morning sunlight, which seemed to bring out the golden tones in his hair. He closed his eyes now and then, enjoying the warmth of the sun as winter drew nearer, and Izuku took the chance to scoot closer, pretending to stretch his back — but really, he just wanted to be closer.

The blond opened his eyes, casting him a suspicious look.

— What is it, nerd? Why are you staring at me?

Izuku chuckled, his eyes shining.

— Nothing, nothing… you just look… — he hesitated, searching for the right words. — You look amazing in the sun, Kacchan.

Kacchan rolled his eyes, but a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

— Idiot… don’t go saying random stuff like that.

Izuku shrugged, content, and looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings. Their mothers were visible through the kitchen window, chatting and laughing as they finished preparing lunch. The aroma of homemade food filled the air — freshly steamed rice, miso, some kind of grilled fish, and vegetables, all with that special touch Izuku knew so well.

He took a deep breath, though he felt a slight pang of nausea he hadn’t anticipated. He’d been feeling a bit off over the past few days, maybe from something he ate, but nothing that kept him from enjoying the moment. He glanced over at Kacchan, who was still watching the garden thoughtfully, relaxed under the sunlight. Izuku tried to push aside the discomfort and focus on the perfect scene, grateful for the day off and the chance to spend it with the people most important to them.

Suddenly, Inko appeared on the porch, her eyes shining with joy as she waved.

— Boys! Come on, lunch is ready! — she called, wiping her hands on her apron.

Izuku got up, helping Kacchan up too, who was grumbling under his breath about the amount of food Inko and Mitsuki had likely prepared. They walked inside together, where the table was already set: perfectly cooked rice, bowls of miso with a hint of scallions, grilled fish with a light smoky aroma, and colorful steamed vegetables that Mitsuki had arranged to perfection. Izuku felt a mix of hunger and nausea at the sight of all the food, but he decided to ignore it.

They sat down, with Mitsuki taking the seat next to Kacchan, who seemed to be mentally bracing himself for some intervention from his mother. As everyone began to serve themselves, Mitsuki reached out and, with a proud smile, gently placed her hand on her son’s belly, which immediately made Kacchan huff.

— Mom, give it a rest! — he complained, trying to swat her hand away. — I’ve told you to stop doing that all the time!

Mitsuki laughed, ignoring his protests as she continued to gently pat his belly.

— Oh, Katsuki, stop being so stubborn! I’m just admiring my grandkids! It’s good for them, you should relax more, you know?

Izuku, trying not to laugh at the interaction, refocused on the food in front of him. But the nausea was growing, and he felt a stronger wave of queasiness. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to take a deep breath and focus on the dishes on the table. He didn’t want to worry anyone, especially since Kacchan was now busy trying to push Mitsuki’s hand away with an expression somewhere between irritated and resigned.

— I’m relaxed! — his omega grumbled, looking away as his mother kept stubbornly rubbing his belly. — I just don’t like people squeezing me, that’s all.

The sound of Kacchan’s mother’s laughter, the loving way his own mother served him, and the homemade food around him were enough to bring a little comfort, even with the nausea. He looked at Kacchan, who was now arguing with his mother, and tried to focus on what was really important: this was a moment he would cherish forever, nausea or not.

— Izuku, dear, are you okay? — his mother, Inko, asked with a concerned look. She was sitting beside him, as Mitsuki had unceremoniously taken the alpha’s spot next to Kacchan. Noticing Izuku’s slightly trembling hand, Inko placed her small hand over his, squeezing it gently.

The alpha forced a smile, closing his eyes for a moment to push away the dizziness he was feeling.

— Of course, mom! — he replied, trying to sound firm, though his smile was a bit pale.

Inko didn’t seem very convinced but decided to leave him alone for now. Everyone started eating, and the table soon filled with familiar sounds: the clinking of chopsticks, the murmur of conversations between Kacchan and Mitsuki (who were debating the best way to prepare fish), and the contented sighs from Inko and Masaru, savoring the taste of the meal.

Izuku, trying to ignore the growing discomfort, picked up his chopsticks with his hands still a little shaky, forcing himself to focus on the bowl of rice in front of him. He tried to calm himself, after all, he’d eaten these same foods many times before. “It’s just a silly thing, it’ll pass soon,” he thought. Taking a deep breath, he picked up a piece of grilled fish and put it in his mouth, determined to ignore the nausea.

But as soon as the first piece touched his tongue, a violent wave of nausea hit him. The taste, which would normally be delicious, felt unbearable. His eyes widened, and he quickly set his chopsticks down on the table.

Feeling he didn’t have much time, he stood up so quickly that his chair toppled backward. With one hand covering his mouth and his face contorted, he muttered a quick and incomprehensible “excuse me” before rushing out of the room, leaving everyone else staring after him in shock.

Kacchan frowned, clearly irritated and confused.

— What the… Deku? What’s wrong with him?

Inko blinked, worried, and Mitsuki raised her eyebrows, a mischievous smile forming.

— Maybe your nerd is pregnant, Katsuki — she teased, laughing. — Just look at him! Doesn’t it seem like a classic scene?

Kacchan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

— Pregnant?! He probably just ate something bad — he muttered.

Meanwhile, Inko was already getting up to follow Izuku, but Mitsuki held her arm, laughing.

— Leave him, Inko, the boy’s an alpha; he can handle it. If he needs help, he’ll call for it.

In the bathroom, Izuku was leaning over the sink, taking deep breaths as the wave of nausea passed. He looked at himself in the mirror, a bit pale, and sighed, trying to understand what was happening. He could hear the laughter and comments coming from the table and knew Kacchan was probably complaining, but at the same time, the sound was comforting.

After another deep breath and deciding he was fine, Izuku opened the bathroom door only to come face to face with Inko and Mitsuki.

— You know, Izuku… if this keeps up, we’re going to have to buy more decorations for all the grandchildren!

The alpha turned red and tried to stifle a nervous laugh, while Inko simply gave him a gentle pat on the back.

— We just want to know if you're alright, sweetheart.

Izuku laughed, a bit embarrassed, and shook his head.

— N-no, nothing like that, mom. I just... I think I ate too fast.

He returned to the table with an awkward smile, as everyone looked at him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Izuku sat back down with a somewhat embarrassed smile, feeling all eyes on him. He sat slowly, trying to act as if nothing had happened, but his cheeks were still red. He picked up the chopsticks again, ready to pretend everything was normal, but even before he could touch the food, the nausea hit him again, full force. He set the chopsticks down on his plate, taking a deep breath and trying to hide it, but Kacchan noticed immediately.

— Deku, if you're going to make a scene, at least try not to ruin everyone's lunch — grumbled the blond, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. — Seriously, what’s up with you?

Izuku tried to shake his head, forcing a smile.

— N-nothing, Kacchan… just a little bit of indigestion.

— Indigestion, huh? Just like when I was expecting you, Katsuki. The nausea wouldn’t go away… I told you, that’s pregnancy!

Kacchan nearly choked on the tea he was drinking, turning to Mitsuki with a horrified expression.

— Mom! Deku isn’t pregnant! He’s an alpha! — he replied, looking around as if he needed confirmation.

Izuku, completely embarrassed and with nausea growing every time he caught a whiff of food from the table, finally gave up.

— I think… I think I can't eat right now… maybe I should rest — he said, forcing another smile so as not to worry everyone even more.

Kacchan just shook his head, rolling his eyes, but gave a slight nod for him to go rest.

— Go ahead, nerd, before you pass out and the old hag starts planning a baby shower for you.

Izuku laughed, a bit nervously, and got up, waving quickly before leaving the room, feeling his face hot and his stomach still churning. He spent the rest of the day between naps and failed attempts to nibble on something, while Kacchan split his time between helping him and dodging Mitsuki’s theories.

The next day, despite it being their day off, Izuku’s discomfort persisted, and Kacchan, finally giving in to Inko and Mitsuki’s persistent requests, agreed to take him to the doctor to check what was going on.

In the doctor's office, Izuku and Kacchan were sitting side by side, Izuku looking pale with wide eyes. Kacchan, with his arms crossed and an impatient look, seemed on the verge of an outburst with each passing second as they waited for the diagnosis.

When the doctor finally entered, Kacchan straightened up, clearly expecting to hear something simple and quick so they could go back home. The doctor looked at his notes, then at Izuku, and smiled.

— Well, Izuku, it seems you have a kind of "sympathetic syndrome" that affects some partners of pregnant omegas. It’s like your body is mimicking some pregnancy symptoms, like nausea and changes in appetite. This can happen because of the intense emotional and physical bond you share.

Kacchan was silent for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

— Wait… you're saying the nerd is "pregnant" with my symptoms?! — he asked, incredulous.

The doctor chuckled, nodding.

— Basically, yes. It’s a psychological and hormonal response, very common among alphas who are deeply connected to their omegas. Nothing to worry about, but he may continue to feel some mild symptoms until the end of your pregnancy.

Izuku, a bit embarrassed, looked at Kacchan with a faint smile, while the blond took a deep breath, his eyes still wide.

— So that’s it? He’s going to keep running to the bathroom, feeling sick, just because of the bond? Even though I don’t even have nausea?

Kacchan sighed deeply, shaking his head.

— This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard…

Kacchan was so cute when he was shocked.

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Kacchan is so sweet.

Izuku's eyes were glued to Kacchan's curvy, pregnant form as he lounged on their bed, dressed in nothing but skimpy black lace lingerie that clung to his swollen breasts and round belly. His omega's body had changed so much in the past few months, his skin smooth and glowing with an inner radiance, hips and thighs thicker and more womanly. And yet, he still radiated that signature fiery intensity, commanding Izuku's attention and obedience with a single piercing glare from those crimson eyes.

— On your knees, alpha, — Kacchan ordered imperiously, crooking a finger at Izuku. — Worship your omega's body. Kiss every inch of my skin and show me how grateful you are for your litter growing inside me.

Izuku hastened to obey, falling to his knees before his omega and pressing reverent kisses along the taut curve of his pregnant stomach. His boyfriend's skin was warm and soft beneath his lips, his baby bump firm and round. Izuku marveled at the miracle of new life growing inside his beloved.

Slowly, worshipfully, he trailed open-mouthed kisses up the gentle slope of Kacchan's belly, over the swell of his heavy breasts. His omega's nipples were hard and sensitive, leaking sweet drops of milk that Izuku eagerly lapped up, humming in satisfaction at the rich, creamy taste.

— Good boy, — His omega purred, tangling his fingers possessively in Izuku's hair. — You love your omega's milk, don't you, dummy alpha? You can't get enough of feeding from mommy's tits like a good little pup.

Izuku shuddered and whined at the dirty talk, his cock throbbing with need. He suckled harder at Kacchani's nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through his lover's body. His boyfriend groaned breathily, arching into the wet heat of Izuku's mouth.

— That's it, drink down mommy's milk. Get nice and dizzy and relaxed for me.

Izuku let himself float on the warm, drunken haze of Kacchan's scent and taste, pleasure thrumming through his veins. He felt his omega tugging on his hair, urging him higher, and he obediently kissed his fat tits. Izuku pulled back from the blonde’s breast with a lewd pop, panting heavily. His face was flushed, lips swollen and slick with milk and saliva. He gazed up at Kacchan with glazed, adoring eyes, drunk on his omega's milky scent and taste. He smells like he's very pregnant, which he is.

— Please, — Izuku rasped, voice rough with need. — Let me worship the rest of you. I need to kiss and lick every inch of your perfect pregnant body.

Kacchan smirked down at him, clearly pleased by Izuku's desperate pleas. With a sharp tug on his hair, he pulled Izuku's face into the soft, plush curve of his lower belly.

— Go on then, alpha. Show mommy how much you love her baby bump.

Izuku moaned brokenly, burying his face against his omega's taut stomach. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses all over the firm skin, trailing his lips along the subtle ridges and valleys. Kacchan’s belly was warm and slightly damp with sweat, his skin stretched taut over the swell of their growing child. Izuku laved his tongue over the stretched skin.

Reaching his boyfriendi's mound, Izuku paused to breathe in the intoxicating sweet scent rising from his omega's cunt. He could hear the distinct squelch of his omegai's arousal, see the glistening pink folds peeking out from between his thighs. The sight made Izuku's mouth water and his spent cock twitch feebly.

— Please, — he whimpered, rubbing his cheeks against Kacchan's plump outer lips. — Let me taste you. I need your flavor on my tongue, omega.

With a dark chuckle, his omega used his grip on Izuku's hair to grind his alpha's face against his dripping slit, making Izuku groan into his sopping folds, lapping greedily at the tangy-sweet nectar flowing freely from his omega's core. The taste was intoxicating, making his head spin with desire and need. He buried his face deeper into Kacchan's plush mound, nose nestling against his lover's swollen clit.

— Mmm yes, just like that, — his omega purred, grinding his hips impatiently against Izuku's mouth. — Taste how wet you've made mommy, alpha. Lap up all my juices like a good little alpha.

Izuku whimpered, sending his tongue delving deep into his omegai's clenching channel. He could feel the subtle flutter of his unborn pups against his lips and it sent a possessive thrill racing down his spine.

Kacchan tugged harder on Izuku's hair, forcing his alpha to meet his feverish gaze. Crimson eyes glinted with dark promise and Izuku found himself drowning in their depths, losing himself completely to his boyfriend's will.

— I think mommy needs something bigger inside now. Why don't you put that huge alpha cock to good use and fuck me properly?

Izuku keened, hips bucking desperately into the air.

— Yes mommy, anything you want.

Kacchan smirked and released him, settling back against the pillows with his legs spread invitingly.

— Then what are you waiting for? Come and claim what's yours.

Izuku crawled forward eagerly, eyes riveted to the glistening pink folds of Kacchan's sopping cunt. His alpha cock bobbed heavily between his legs, the thick shaft flushed a deep, angry red and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

He settled between his omega's spread thighs, the head of his cock nudging insistently at his omega's entrance. Kacchan rolled his hips, coating Izuku's dick in his slick arousal. The wet heat against his sensitive glans made Izuku gasp and twitch.

— So big, — Kacchan purred, looking down the length of his body to where they were joined. — Mommy's pussy is going to stretch so nicely around this fat alpha cock. You're going to split me open and fill me up so good.

Izuku whined, hands coming up to knead the soft flesh of his omega's heavily pregnant belly.

— Fuck, I love you so much. Love this body, love our pups growing inside you.

— Prove it, — Kacchan demanded breathlessly, tightening his inner muscles around Izuku's cockhead. — Breed me like the bitch in heat I am. Fuck mommy and paint her insides white with your cum.

With a guttural growl, Izuku surged forward, hilting himself to the root in one powerful thrust. Kacchan arched off the bed with a sharp cry, back bowing as his alpha's thick cock split him open and filled him to capacity.

— Yes, yes, fuck! — his omega babbled, scrabbling for purchase against Izuku's sweat-slicked shoulders. — So good, feels so good. Harder alpha, fuck me harder!

Izuku complied eagerly, hips snapping in a brutal pace as he pounded into his omega's clutching heat. The lewd squelch of his cock driving in and out of slick, stretched-out holes filled the room, mingling with the creak of the bed and their harsh panting breaths.

Kacchan's nails raked down Izuku's back, leaving stinging red welts in their wake. Izuku grunted, the pain only spurring him on to fuck his omega harder, deeper, chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm. His powerful hips pistoned relentlessly into his omegai's sopping heat, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Kacchan's inner walls gripped him, fluttering and clenching around his thick alpha cock as if trying to milk him dry.

— Fuck, Kacchan, you feel incredible, mommy — Izuku grunted, sweat dripping down his face as he struggled to maintain his punishing pace. — So wet and tight, like you were made for my cock.

Kacchan sneered, his crimson eyes glinting with dark satisfaction.

— Of course I do, you dumb mutt. Mommy's pussy was built to milk alpha cocks like yours.

He rolled his hips, grinding his swollen clit against Izuku's pelvis and drawing a choked cry from his alpha's throat. Izuku's heavy balls slapped obscenely against his omega's pussy with every thrust, drawn up tight to his body as his climax approached.

— Gonna... gonna cum soon, m-mommy — Izuku panted, feeling the telltale tingle at the base of his spine.

— Do it, — Kacchani commanded breathlessly, reaching down to fondle his own weeping nipples. Milk dribbled over his fingers and he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a wanton moan. — Paint mommy's insides white, give me another litter.

The filthy words were Izuku's undoing. With a hoarse shout, he buried himself to the hilt, his knot swelling and came hard, flooding Kacchan spasming channel with thick ropes of his potent seed. His boyfriend's cunt rippled around him, milking him for every last drop as his omega's own climax crashed over him.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, panting heap, Izuku's softening cock still buried and locked deep inside Kacchan's cum-filled pussy. Izuku nuzzled into his omega's neck, breathing in the intoxicating musk of sex and pregnancy.

— Love you, — he murmured, pressing reverent kisses to his boyfriendi's damp skin. — Love you and our litter so much.

Kacchan hummed contentedly, wrapping his arms around Izuku.

— I love you too, damn alpha.

Izuku felt his heart flutter and his eyes water. His omega snorted, already used to his alpha's drama.

Kacchan is always so cute.

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Hello, moonkissz here.

I apologize for the delay in posting. I've been feeling very down, and on top of that, some things happened.

I’ll update this fanfic and the others soon.
Thank you for your understanding, and see you later.

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At seven damn months pregnant, Katsuki considered himself a balloon about to explode. It wasn’t an exaggeration. His belly was prominent and round, just like his breasts, which were fuller with milk than ever—something that made that shitty nerd happy. And to top it off, his feet were always sore, just like his lower back, which felt like it was going to snap in half. Fuck, he couldn’t do anything without help anymore!

Carrying three pups growing like little tanks inside him took effort, and he knew damn well he was doing an impeccable job. His pups would come out strong and healthy, just like their parents (especially their mother). Izuku was happy too—the bastard had fainted in the doctor’s office when they found out they were having three boys. That seemed to be the alpha’s new response to everything.

Deku had made quite the spectacle forcing him to take a leave from work. "Kacchan, you need to rest!" "What if you hurt the pups because of a bad position in your chair?"—the idiot practically screamed, pacing back and forth like a frantic chicken. But Katsuki had already thought about all that crap before the nerd even opened his mouth. Still, it didn’t make it any less unbearable to hear him repeat it like a broken record.

In the end, he gave in. Blaming the alpha for his leave seemed like an acceptable excuse, and honestly, resting in the comfort of his own space was much better than dealing with reports and other bureaucratic trash.

Speaking of the dramatic alpha...

— My God, Kacchan! It’s already 7:52 in the morning! — Deku’s voice cut through the silence in a tone that made Katsuki roll his eyes. — You were supposed to take your vitamins at 7:50!

The damn nerd had turned into a ridiculous biological clock synchronized with every moment of the pregnancy. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, massaging Katsuki’s swollen feet, but was already jumping up to grab the pills like it was a life-or-death emergency.

— Two minutes won’t kill me, Deku — Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms and sinking deeper into the nest he had perfectly built. The damn nest was the only place he could feel comfortable lately. — You know what will kill me? These gigantic feet exploding from being so swollen because you stopped massaging them!

Deku froze mid-step, holding the bottle of vitamins with wide eyes. His green eyes were as bright as ever but now carried a ridiculous panic that Katsuki had to admit was slightly amusing.

— But... but, Kacchan, the vitamins are important! They help the pups grow strong and...

— They’re already healthy, you shitty nerd! Don’t you think so? — Bakugou cut him off, huffing and pointing to his balloon-like belly. He ran a hand through his disheveled blond hair, trying not to show how uncomfortable he really felt. His feet were truly hell. — Now, get back here and do something useful before I explode along with this damn body.

Deku hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between the damn vitamins and the need to appease Katsuki. In the end, like the pathetic alpha he was, he returned to the bed with his tail between his legs but extended the pills and a glass of water to the omega, wearing a martyr’s expression.

— Kacchan, please... — he murmured, sitting down again at the edge of the bed, his wide green eyes giving Katsuki the classic "abandoned puppy" look. That damn cheap emotional trick.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, grabbed the pills, and shoved them into his mouth angrily, followed by a gulp of water. He placed the glass back on the bedside table with an irritated thud.

— I’ve told you before, that mercy look of yours is banned, damn it! — he growled, narrowing his eyes at the alpha.

Deku gave him an idiotic grin so wide it looked like it could split his face in two, and he grabbed Katsuki’s feet again, resuming the massage.

— I didn’t do it on purpose, Kacchan! — he replied in a tone that sounded amused but kept his focus on the task.

— Liar, damn it! — Katsuki snapped back, glaring daggers at his husband.

Izuku looked up, with that shitty pout on his lips.

— But Ka...

— And cut that ridiculous pout out too! — Bakugou fired back.

Izuku stopped, swallowing hard before clearing his throat. When he spoke again, the pout was gone. At least he learned quickly.

— Kacchan, you know I plan our days together with so much care! I worry about you! A-and about the pups too, of course... I just want everything to be perfect for you all. You also know how hard it’s been for me to get my leave. — Izuku’s voice softened slightly. — Endeavor doesn’t want to release me until the very last second because he thinks I’m at my peak right now. He said it would be a waste.

Katsuki huffed, looking away. Just hearing that bastard’s name made his blood boil. Endeavor was draining everything out of Deku, pushing him into absurd missions and shoving him in front of cameras like the perfect poster boy. He wanted his idiot alpha home, especially now that things were more complicated than he’d imagined at the start of the pregnancy.

But then he remembered the notebook. Deku carried a damn notebook with him where he wrote down every little detail of their days off together. Schedules, meals, even reminders to make Katsuki rest. The idiot noted everything like it was a high-priority mission. Not that Katsuki would admit it out loud, but all that effort showed how much Deku truly put him above everything, and it made him relax.

He let out a short sigh, less irritated than before.

— Hmph, shut up and keep massaging. This is your fault, after all. — His tone was sharp but light, something imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know him well.

Deku noticed and, being the dramatic alpha he was, broke into a ridiculous smile that Katsuki pretended to hate, his cheeks turning slightly red.

— Yes, sir! — Izuku replied, his fingers already working to ease the tension in Katsuki’s swollen feet.

In the background, the bedroom TV filled the space with a low and constant hum, a comforting noise that perfectly matched the peaceful moment. Bakugou took a deep breath, sinking further into the blankets of his nest, allowing himself to relax as Deku diligently worked on his feet. It was almost too good to be true.

Then, the words on the screen started catching his attention.

“This year’s voting results for the sexiest hero are out!” announced the presenter enthusiastically. “And for the first time in years, there’s been a surprising change in the top spot! Hawks has dropped to second place, while the new rising hero takes the lead: Deku!”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped open, his body immediately tensing like a wire about to snap. His jaw clenched, and he slowly turned his head to stare at the alpha sitting at the foot of the bed. Deku, being the idiot he was, was visibly avoiding eye contact, his shoulders hunched.

— What. The hell. Is this, Deku? — Katsuki growled.

— Hm! T-t-this is nonsense, Kacchan! — Izuku stammered, raising his hands in a defensive gesture, unable to meet Katsuki’s gaze. — Yo-you know I don’t...

— Are you being approached on the street? — Katsuki interrupted in a low voice.

The silence that followed was deafening. Deku bit his lip, still unable to meet the omega’s gaze, looking more like a cornered rabbit than the ridiculous rising hero. The answer was as clear as day, and it only made Bakugou’s blood boil faster.

— YOU DAMN IDIOT! — Katsuki roared, propelling himself to kick at the alpha, who was already bracing himself for it. Izuku raised his arm to shield himself, stumbling backward from the impact.

— K-Kacchan, wait! — he tried to argue, but Bakugou was already sitting up, his eyes sparking with fury.

— Why the hell didn’t you tell me about this sooner?! — the blond shouted, his fists clenched at his sides, ready to explode more than literally. — You’re being swarmed by disgusting, desperate omegas, aren’t you?

Deku finally looked up, his cheeks a deep shade of red. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, which only served to fuel Bakugou’s temper even more.

— OH, SO IT’S TRUE?! — Katsuki bellowed, leaning forward with gritted teeth.

— Kacchan, I... I don’t care about that! I don’t pay attention to anyone! — Deku blurted out, the words tumbling over each other as he gestured, desperate to quell Bakugou’s rage. — You know that, don’t you?

— Then why didn’t you tell me? — Bakugou retorted.

Deku hesitated, searching for the right answer to avoid making things worse.

— Because... because I knew you’d get mad, Kacchan. — He lowered his head, his eyes darting away again. — And I didn’t want to worry you. You’re already dealing with so much... and it’s not good for you to be stressed during the pregnancy.

For a second, the room fell silent again, the muffled sound of the TV echoing in the background. Katsuki took a deep breath, Deku’s words hitting him hard. Even so, the anger still simmered under his skin.

— You damn nerd... — Katsuki began, but his tone had lost some of its venom. He crossed his arms and let out a loud huff. — That doesn’t give you the right to hide things from me. I’m your damn omega, and you should’ve told me sooner!

Izuku looked up, a little hesitant, but when he realized Katsuki’s tone had shifted, he smiled sheepishly, like the idiot he was.

— I promise, Kacchan!

— Tch, you better. — Katsuki turned his gaze away again, his face slightly flushed as he sank back into the bed. — Now shut up and keep massaging, damn it.

As the alpha’s hands worked with annoyingly precise care, Katsuki closed his eyes, but only for a moment. A low grunt escaped his lips, something Izuku would probably interpret as a sign the massage was working. Idiot. He had no idea what Katsuki was plotting.

In Katsuki’s mind, one thing was clear: if this damn ranking wanted to paint Izuku as the sexiest hero in the world, he would make sure to remind everyone exactly who Izuku belonged to. And it wasn’t the other way around. Katsuki wasn’t the type of omega to stay in the alpha’s shadow.

With his phone strategically placed beside him, he picked it up without raising any suspicion, maintaining a seemingly relaxed expression while Izuku, oblivious, continued massaging his feet like the obedient alpha he was.

In one quick, skilled motion, Katsuki snapped a photo. The image was perfect: Deku sitting at the edge of the bed with Katsuki’s feet in his lap, his strong hands diligently working, his expression focused as he mumbled to himself about being careful because the pups would like it too. Pathetic and hilarious all at once.

Without a second thought, Katsuki opened Instagram. He selected the photo, adjusted the framing (just enough to make it clear who was in charge), and typed out a caption with a satisfied smirk.
"Dummy alpha doing his real work: satisfying me."

He let out a small chuckle, more of a puff of satisfaction than an actual laugh, as he hit the post button. The revenge was simple but delicious.

Izuku finally looked up, confused by the sound of his phone vibrating on the table beside him.

— Kacchan, what are you doing? — he asked, tilting his head.

— Nothing that concerns you, nerd. Keep the damn massage going. — He placed the phone aside, sinking back into the bed with the air of a satisfied king, stroking his belly as he felt his pups give a light kick.

Across the city, notifications started popping up on the phones of millions of fans and coworkers, as the photo of Deku spread like wildfire. The alpha probably had no idea of the chaos that had just been unleashed.

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— For God’s sake, teach me how to be like you, Kat! — Cheeks whined, throwing herself onto the couch dramatically.

That night was one of the famous "omega sleepovers." Katsuki, of course, hadn’t fully agreed to host that invasion of his apartment, but he was pregnant, tired, and Deku had a night shift that day. Before he knew it, the place was overrun with blankets, popcorn bowls, and voices far too shrill for his liking.

Katsuki sighed heavily, sitting in the middle of the small makeshift nest he’d built on the living room floor. His body could no longer handle the discomfort of the couches, and he preferred to keep everyone far from his bed. He glared at Ochako, who seemed to be begging for some divine revelation about how to control alphas.

— You don’t need to be like this. — Katsuki grumbled, his voice dripping with boredom as he rested one hand on his already quite pronounced belly. — That four-eyed idiot has been drooling over you for ages.

— That’s true! — Earphones chimed in, leaning over to grab more popcorn from the bowl beside her. — And honestly, you don’t need to become the "queen of dominant omegas" like Bakugou. — She glanced quickly at the blond as she chewed. — No offense.

— Tch. I just don’t have the patience to be treated like a pet by those shitty alphas.

Uraraka shook her head.

— But you make it look so natural, Kat. Like you don’t even have to try! — She sighed dramatically, sinking even deeper into the couch while clutching a pillow. — When I try to be firm with Iida, he just laughs and says it’s "cute"! CUTE!

Katsuki let out a loud snort, running his hand over his face.

— That’s your problem, Cheeks. You’re trying too hard. — He gave a lazy smile. — If an alpha thinks he can laugh in your face, make him regret it. Next time he laughs, throw a pillow at his head. Better yet, hit him in the nuts hard. They learn quickly that way.

The other omegas laughed, while Ochako widened her eyes, genuinely considering the idea.

— I’m not joking. — Bakugou continued, pointing a finger at her like he was giving a military order. — Stop being cute. Being cute is what makes them think they can control everything. You’re an omega, but that doesn’t mean you need to be treated like porcelain.

— A-and you think that’ll work?

Katsuki shrugged, sinking further into the nest with a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.

— Works for me, doesn’t it?

— You don’t count, Kat! — Momo interjected, adjusting herself as she balanced a tray full of juices before placing it on the coffee table. — You’ve always been like this. It’s in your blood.

— Iz sooo true! — Jirou mumbled, her voice muffled by the absurd amount of popcorn she was still chewing, the bowl now firmly resting on her lap.

Uraraka let out a dramatic sigh, burying her face into the pillow as if carrying the weight of the world on her narrow shoulders. Bakugou rolled his eyes, irritated just hearing all that drama.

— For the love of God, Cheeks, you’re starting to sound like Deku with this nonsense.

Uraraka raised her gaze just enough to shoot him a reproachful look, but before she could retort, Kyouka cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

— Now, seriously — she began, setting the bowl aside and leaning forward, her gaze fixed on Bakugou. — Kat, you’re everywhere after that photo you posted! It’s like… unbelievable.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He knew exactly what she was talking about, and honestly, all the fuss amused him.

— It’s true! — Momo added, settling next to Uraraka and placing a comforting hand on the other omega’s shoulder, trying to console the poor soul tormented by her own dramas. — They’re saying it was the first time an omega ‘marked’ an alpha publicly. That’s incredible, Kat!

Bakugou let out a low laugh.

— Of course, it is. I’m not just any omega!

Kaminari, who had been unusually quiet in the corner until then, shook his head as if he had suddenly regained the ability to speak.

— I wish I could be like you, dude… — murmured Kaminari, his voice low and heavy.

He turned his face to look at him, narrowing his eyes.

— And what exactly is stopping you, you Pikachu wannabe? — he snapped, crossing his arms over his prominent belly.

But, contrary to what he expected, Kaminari didn’t react with his usual nervous giggle or some stupid comeback. Instead, he lowered his head, averting his gaze as if he wanted to shrink and disappear into the couch.

That’s when something clicked in Katsuki’s mind. This wasn’t just Dunce Face’s usual behavior. Something was wrong.

— Hey. What happened, idiot? — Bakugou asked, his voice a bit softer.

Kaminari grimaced, scratched the back of his neck, and tried to force a smile.

— Ahah… n-nothing...

— Oh, don’t tell me it was Kirishima again! — Jirou interrupted, her sharp voice cutting through as she leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. — Because if it was, I swear I’m going to kill him this time!

The other omegas around nodded immediately, all with the same fierce expression of agreement. The memory of the last mess involving Kirishima — the story of a mission that ended with him kissing another omega — was still a topic of heated debate among them. Even with the hero’s entire explanation, most of them hadn’t completely forgiven him. Katsuki, on the other hand, was sure that if it had been Deku, the alpha would be six feet under before even finishing his sentence.

Katsuki let out a loud snort, still glaring at Kaminari. The pheromone of anguish emanating from the other omega was now impossible to ignore.

— Spill it already, Dunce Face. You can’t hide this crap from us.

Kaminari looked away, his hands beginning to fidget nervously.

— Ah, it’s nothing! — he tried to deflect, laughing nervously as he waved his arms in an exaggerated gesture. — Why don’t we just keep the night going, huh? More drinks, maybe?

— Don’t give me that bullshit, you coward. — Bakugou narrowed his eyes further, his voice sharp. — Either you talk, or I’ll drag it out of you.

The other omegas exchanged glances before joining the chorus.

— Yeah, Denki, you’re acting really weird... — Jirou commented, her voice harsher now. — Come on, spit it out.

— We’re your friends, you can trust us! — added Uraraka, her expression concerned as she tilted her head.

— Whatever it is, you shouldn’t keep it to yourself. — Momo said.

Kaminari gave a nervous chuckle, but it was obvious he was cornered. He fidgeted with the hem of his loose pajamas and took a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders visible to everyone in the room.

— It’s just that… I… — Kaminari started, but stopped, nervous. He fiddled with the pajama hem as if that would help him find the right words. — M-me and Kiri, w-we’ve been trying to have kids for a few months now… b-but… it’s not working.

The silence that fell in the room was immediate, so dense that the sound of the TV in the background felt deafening. All eyes turned to Kaminari, who was now visibly uncomfortable, his hands restless and his face red.

Bakugou stared at him, his eyes narrowing as he processed the words. He could smell the sour scent coming from the other omega, mixed with frustration that made his chest tighten slightly.

— Tch, seriously, that’s it? — he growled, but his tone was less acidic than usual. — And why the hell didn’t you say anything earlier?

— It’s a hard thing to talk about, Bakugou! — Uraraka interjected, looking at Kaminari with worried eyes. — Denki, we’re here to help you.

— That’s right. — Momo nodded, her voice soft and comforting. — Have you seen a doctor? Or maybe…

— Don’t start with that ‘maybe’ crap, Yaoyorozu. — Bakugou cut her off, raising a hand as if to silence her before she continued. He looked directly at Kaminari, his expression hardening. — Listen carefully, Dunce Face. This isn’t your fault. If it’s not working out now, that doesn’t mean it won’t work later. Stop blaming yourself for something that’s out of your control, got it?

Kaminari looked up, surprised at Bakugou’s words.

— B-but… what if it’s my fault?

— Oh, shut up with that crap. — Katsuki snorted, rolling his eyes. — You two are healthy and stubborn enough to handle anything. And even if it takes time, you think that idiot Kirishima will give up? He’s more stubborn than you, and that’s saying something.

Jirou let out a short laugh, breaking some of the tension.

— Yeah, Kat’s right. If there’s one thing Kirishima doesn’t do, it’s give up. He’s a love-struck idiot for you, Denki… though he’s, well, an idiot.

— Exactly! — Uraraka added, now smiling slightly. — You two just need to have patience. And if you need anything, we’re here.

Kaminari looked on the verge of tears but held them back, his shoulders tense as his eyes remained fixed on the floor. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but his voice came out low and shaky when he finally spoke:

— Thanks, guys. I… I just needed to hear that, you know? Sometimes it feels like… like it’s my fault.

Uraraka immediately set the pillow aside and moved closer, gently holding Kaminari’s hands.

— Hey, Denks! It’s not your fault. Not even a little. — She smiled softly, her eyes shining with tenderness. — You and Kirishima are amazing together, and you’ll make it happen, okay?

— That’s right! — Jirou said, crossing her legs on the couch while shoving the popcorn bucket aside. — If there’s one thing you two have in abundance, it’s determination. Just don’t let this become a weight you carry alone.

Momo nodded, standing up from the couch and placing a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder, smiling encouragingly. The silence that followed was almost touching, until Bakugou let out a long sigh from his nest on the floor, clearly uncomfortable with the sugary atmosphere.

— For God’s sake, can we cut the drama already? — he huffed, though there wasn’t the usual venom in his voice. He placed his hands on the floor, trying to push himself forward.

The others watched, surprised, as Bakugou got up with visible difficulty, balancing his round belly and holding back a grunt of irritation.

— What are you doing, Kat? — Kaminari asked, sniffing.

— What does it look like, Dunce Face? — he growled, extending a hand toward Momo, who promptly helped him stand fully upright. — Do you think I’m just going to sit here while you pull off this ridiculous group act?

Kaminari looked at him, confused and with tears still shining in his eyes.

— Kat…

— Shut up. — Katsuki took a step forward, approaching the group already forming around Kaminari. — This is ridiculous. But if it’s going to make you stop crying and enjoy the damn night, I’m in.

Before anyone could respond, Bakugou joined the group hug, his arms stiffly resting on the shoulders of Jirou and Uraraka, who made a small space for his belly to fit. It was obvious he thought it was stupid, but no one commented.

Kaminari finally let out a shaky laugh, burying his face into Momo’s shoulder as he returned the hug.

— Thanks, everyone. I needed this.

Bakugou huffed again but, for a second, tightened his arms slightly around his friends’ shoulders before stepping back.

— Alright, that’s enough. If you keep this up, I’m going to start puking. Literally. — He sat back down in his nest, grumbling about how this kind of thing should be banned, though there was a hint of warmth in his tone.

The others laughed and returned to their places, the room now filled with a lighter energy. Kaminari, still with a timid smile on his face, grabbed a bowl of popcorn and settled back in.

— Seriously, guys, thanks. You’re the best.

— Damn right we are. — Katsuki responded immediately, with a small mischievous smirk on his face. — Now shut up, grab the damn popcorn, and let me watch the news before I blow everyone up in here.

More laughter filled the room as Bakugou turned his attention to the TV, quietly hoping to catch a glimpse of Deku.

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The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast a soft, golden hue over the room, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of Bakugou's chest as he lay sprawled on his nest, with your belly resting on one of those pregnancy pillows. His heavily pregnant belly protruded prominently, and Bakugou felt proud that he was carrying the pregnancy so well.

Drained from his frequent night shifts, Deku eased himself onto the mattress beside Katsuki after his shower, careful not to jostle him too much. Bakugou could smell his alpha’s strong pheromones of hunger. That idiot didn't even try to hide it.

Izuku's fingers immediately traced lazy circles on Katsuki's abdomen, eliciting a contented sigh from the omega. Bakugou loved it when Izuku cuddled up and hugged him, the alpha knew it even though the blond had never said it. Feeling his partner's big, warm body made him relax.

— How was your shift, Deku? — Katsuki asked, his voice lazy. 

— Long, — Izuku murmured, nuzzling closer. — But worth it. Now, I get to be with you.

Katsuki's eyes fluttered closed as Izuku's strong hand slipped beneath his shirt, his touch tender and anxious. He and the shitty nerd got used to the routine. Deku's last shifts had been transferred to night due to an investigation and, because of that, Izuku couldn't eat dinner at night anymore.

So, whenever he got home in the morning, the first thing he did was eat his breakfast: Katsuki's milk. And of course the omega would be waiting for it, his breasts would get so sore and heavy when the damn Deku skipped his nursing.

The familiar sensation of Izuku's mouth at his breast brought him back to the present. A rush of warmth breaks through Katsuki's body. He could feel the pull as Izuku nursed hungrily, his alpha instincts driving him to claim what was his. Katsuki's fingers tangled in Izuku's messy hair, guiding him gently but firmly, making a low whine scape Deku's throat. The feeling of nurturing his alpha was amazing, as always. Nurse that dummy alpha have become one of his favorite times, to his own surprise. 

But then Katsuki noticed that Izuku's other hand roamed lower, finding its way to his own erection. The shirty alpha stroked himself slowly, with the moans that escaped his lips were muffled by Katsuki's flesh, but the vibrations resonated through the omega's body, sending shivers down his spine. Deku's pheromones became thick, hungry and now lustful.

Katsuki's mind wandered, half-lost in the haze of Izuku's ministrations. His hand moved from Izuku's hair to his nape, rubbing soothing circles. But something gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. Izuku's self-indulgence, though cautious, grated on Katsuki's nerves.

The thing is: shitty nerd has become much more cautious since their last visit to the doctor. The obstetrician recommended that there be no more penetration, because, although Bakugou is healthy, as are their pups, since he’ll have a litter of three large pups, it would be safer if they didn't do it. And with that, the bastard Izuku banned any kind of sex. In the last few weeks, Deku has been relieving himself in the bathroom or while nursing and this was driving Katsuki crazy.

With a sudden burst of energy, Katsuki pushed Izuku away, causing the alpha to look up in surprise, whining. A drop of milk ran down his lips but Deku was quick enough to not let it go to waste.

— You think I can't handle it, don't you? — Katsuki spat, his eyes blazing. — You think you have to baby me because I'm pregnant?

Izuku blinked, trying to process Katsuki's outburst, his eyes traveling between the omega's face and full breasts, which were leaking a little milk.

— Kacchan, no—

— Shut up, Deku, — Katsuki interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. — I'm done playing nice. Get your fucking hands off yourself and get over here.

Izuku's mouth formed a surprised 'O', but he complied, crawling closer to Katsuki. The omega's hand snaked between their bodies with difficulty because of the obstacle of the belly in front, gripping Izuku's cock with surprising force.

— You want to play? Fine. We'll play my way, — Katsuki growled, his grip tightening as he began to stroke Izuku with deliberate slowness.

Izuku's breath hitched, his body trembling under Katsuki's ministrations.

— Kacchan, please—

— No begging, — Katsuki snapped, his eyes locked onto Izuku's. — You do what I say, understand?

Izuku nodded, his vision swimming with the intensity of Katsuki's gaze. The omega's movements became more erratic, pushing Izuku to the edge but never quite allowing him to fall.

— Ahh… -f-fuck, Kacchan, — Izuku gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

— That's right, — Katsuki purred.— Now be a good alpha and come.

Izuku's world narrowed to the sensations bombarding him, whimpering, his body taut with anticipation.

— Ka-Kacchan… — Izuku's breathing grew ragged, his entire being focused on the hot carnal dance Katsuki was weaving. — Kacchan, I—

— Now, — Katsuki commanded, his hand moving faster, pushing Izuku over the edge. Izuku cried out, his climax washing over him in waves, leaving him shuddering and spent against Katsuki. Bakugou smiled in satisfaction as he felt his alpha's knot swell in his hands, the white liquid spreading between them.

As the aftershocks subsided, Katsuki fixed Izuku with a steely gaze.

— Get ready, you dummy alpha. It's my turn now.

Izuku's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and eagerness dancing in their depths, his pheromones getting dense with possessiveness.

— Play with my pussy, — Katsuki ordered, his voice low and demanding. — Make sure you do it right. I won't tolerate any more bullshit.

Izuku swallowed hard, his hands trembling as they reached for Katsuki's waiting sex, just putting the already soaked panties to the side.

— Yes, Kacchan, — he breathed, fully submitting to the omega's command.

Bakugou watched with satisfaction as Izuku's strong scarred hands, still slightly unsteady from his recent orgasm, hovered over his swollen throbbing sex. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of their breathing. Katsuki's own pulse quickened, not just from the physical arousal but from the deep-seated need to assert his dominance. He’s the damn omega of that relationship and the one carrying their litter. It’s only fair that his alpha to satisfy him.

— Don't just stare at it, Deku, — Katsuki snapped, as he opened his legs, taking care with his rounded belly. — Put your fucking hands to use.

Izuku nodded quickly, his eyes flickering up to meet Bakugou's blazing crimson gaze before returning to the task at hand. He leaned in closer, his fingers trembling slightly as they parted the delicate folds of Katsuki's labia. The warmth and moisture emanating from the omega's core sent a shiver down Izuku's spine, his cock twitching in response despite his recent climax.

— Ahn… thats it… — Katsuki murmured, his tone softening just enough to let Izuku know he was on the right track.

Izuku's fingers dipped into Katsuki's slick entrance, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made Bakugou’s breath hitch. He glanced up again, seeking approval, but the blonde refused to give him anything more than a stern look. It was all the encouragement Izuku needed.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Deku began to stroke Bakugou's plump clit, his touch light and teasing. Katsuki's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping his throat.

— A-ah… Harder, Deku, — he demanded, his voice strained. — mmnnn… n-need more.

Izuku complied, increasing the pressure of his touch, his fingers now working in tandem to bring Bakugou closer to the edge. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Katsuki's body, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel his muscles tightening, his orgasm building rapidly.

— Fa-faaster, aahn… nnn… — Katsuki commanded, his voice a mix of urgency and control. — Shi-shitty… mnnn ahh… alpha…

Izuku's hands moved with newfound confidence, his strokes becoming more insistent, more purposeful. Katsuki's entire body tensed, his back arching as he approached the brink. His fingers dug into the sheets beneath him while lewd moans escaped his throat..

The world narrowed to the point of contact between Izuku's fingers and his throbbing clit. Every nerve ending in Bakugou's body seemed to be focused on that single spot, his every breath and heartbeat synchronized with the rhythm of Izuku's touch.

And then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, Deku shifted his angle, his thumb pressing firmly against Katsuki's g-spot. The final push, the one that sent Bakugou spiraling over the edge.

— AAAHNN! — Katsuki cried out, his entire body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through him. His vision blurred, his mind blanketed in white-hot pleasure. For a brief moment, he was weightless, floating in the sea of sensation that Izuku had created for him.

When he came back to himself, he found Izuku watching him with adoration. Katsuki's chest heaved with each breath, his skin still tingling from the aftershocks of his climax. He reached out, grabbing Izuku by the collar of his shirt and pulling him close. With a sigh, Bakugou cut the last few inches that separated them and kissed him. Izuku smiled and soon kissed him back, slowly and without any rush, their tongues intertwined in a deeper kiss, that only partners like the two of them would know what it's like. It was fucking good, as always.

After some time, the two separated, with Deku gently kissing the omega's cheek. Then, Katsuki watched as Izuku sighed deeply, his body relaxing against the nest. The alpha's eyes fluttered closed, and he nestled back into Katsuki's embrace, his head nuzzling against the omega's chest. Bakugou rolled his eyes, but he felt amusement flickering across his face. He knew Izuku was exhausted from his night shift, but shit, there was something undeniably endearing about the way the alpha sought comfort in him.

With a soft huff, Katsuki allowed Izuku to resume nursing, his plump nipple slipping back into the alpha's warm mouth. The sensation was soothing, and  fucking good. He stroked Izuku's hair gently, the dark green curls sifting through his fingers like silk. Their bedroom was filled with Deku’s dense pheromones and Bakugou’s sweet milky ones, it is a fucking perfect match.

— Lazy bastard, — he muttered, though there was no real bite to his words.

Izuku let out low contented whines, his throat vibrating against Katsuki's skin. The sound made Katsuki's heart swell with affection, and he tightened his hold on Izuku, pulling him closer. The alpha's hands rested on Katsuki's round belly, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the swollen flesh. It was a tender gesture, one that spoke volumes about the depth of their bond.

— Shitty nerd. — Bakugou grumbled, but Deku just chuckled softly without interrupting his nurse.

The room was silent, except for the soft, rhythmic sound of Izuku sucking milk from Katsuki. The nest, carefully built on top of the bed and made of blankets, pillows, and pieces of clothing still carrying Deku’s scent, was now a mess. Bakugou sighed, settling more comfortably against the soft pillows, one hand resting on his belly while the other lazily ran through the messy hair of the alpha nestled against his chest.

— You good there, nerd? — Katsuki asked after a while, his voice rough but unexpectedly gentle. He wasn’t one to openly show his feelings, but seeing Deku so focused and relaxed made him let his guard down, at least for a moment.

Izuku murmured something incomprehensible, still sucking, his eyes closed as if he were in heaven. Katsuki rolled his eyes but sighed with a small smile.

— Damn, you’re a giant baby, you know that? — Katsuki muttered, but his fingers continued to gently slide through the green strands of hair.

Deku briefly opened one eye, but instead of replying, he just made a satisfied noise and returned to what he was doing. Bakugou sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before deciding it was time to address what was on his mind.

— Hey, Deku. — He began, his tone a bit more serious, though still calm. — We need to talk about that junk-filled room you call a ‘collection.’

Izuku made a small questioning sound but didn’t stop what he was doing. Bakugou rolled his eyes again and huffed, this time impatiently, knowing full well that the shitty nerd was trying to ignore him.

— Don’t screw with me, Izuku. — Katsuki pressed his fingers lightly against his scalp, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get his attention. — You know it doesn’t make sense to keep all that crap in there. We need space for the pups’ nursery!

Izuku paused for a moment but soon resumed sucking the milk, avoiding a response. Katsuki raised an eyebrow, irritated.

— Are you seriously pretending not to hear me, you idiot? You know what? I don’t care if you’ve got every limited-edition All Might action figure or whatever the hell! That. Stuff. Needs. To. Go!

— Mmmh… — Izuku responded only with a low hum, his mouth still attached to the omega’s chest. He seemed more interested in what he was doing than the conversation. Damn, that alpha was playing with fire.

— Listen here, you dramatic nerd, I know you’re sentimental as hell, but the pups need space. I’m not raising three mini-bombs in the middle of a pile of figurines! — He paused, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Izuku, who still showed no sign of responding. — And stop ignoring me, damn it!

Deku finally opened his eyes but didn’t let go of the chest. He looked up at Katsuki with his huge, shining eyes. Puppy eyes. That bastard. Katsuki growled softly.

— Ugh! What did I say about puppy eyes being banned, you bastard? You know I’m right. We can stash all that crap in the office or, I don’t know, the damn garage. But the pups come first! Fuck it, Deku, we’ve got three cribs full of junk inside them! How are we supposed to put the pups in there to sleep??

Izuku finally let go of the chest, a bit reluctantly, and looked at Katsuki with flushed cheeks.

— Kacchan… I… I like that room. It’s… special. — He murmured, his voice low and hesitant.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes but sighed, leaning his head against the pillows as he looked at the ceiling.

— Fine, I get it. — He said, surprising Deku, but not before adding: — But you can like that crap in the office or in hell, because that room is for the pups now. No discussion.

Deku stayed silent until he finally nodded slightly. Bakugou huffed, rolling his eyes.

— Fine, Kacchan. — He replied and then snuggled back against Katsuki’s chest, avoiding continuing the conversation.

Bakugou grumbled but sank his fingers back into the alpha’s hair.

— Stubborn nerd. — He muttered as he stared at the ceiling. — I don’t know how I’m gonna deal with you and those three little idiots at the same time.

Deku murmured something that sounded like a muffled laugh, his head still resting against Katsuki’s chest. But that’s when the blond decided to drop the bomb.

— Oh, and before I forget, nerd. You’re going to set up the whole nursery by yourself on your next day off… or forget about my milk.

The words hung in the air for a second before Izuku froze. His eyes snapped open, wide as if Katsuki had just threatened to blow up the entire building.

— What?! — he gasped.

But before he could form a decent response, his jaw reflexively clenched — and he bit down.

— WHAT THE HELL?! — Katsuki growled, jumping on the bed like an angry cat. The impact made him jolt, and instinctively (or maybe out of revenge), his hand sparked with a quick and precise explosion that hit Deku’s face.

— ARGHHH! — Izuku fell back, rolling into the nest with an expression of panic mixed with pain, clutching his face. — K-Kacchan, it was an accident!

Katsuki held his chest with one hand, his expression twisted in anger and indignation as he glared at Izuku, whose hair was now a tangled mess.

— ACCIDENT, MY ASS, YOU NERDY SON OF A BITCH! — he roared, the other hand already sparking with the threat of another explosion. — YOU JUST BIT MY DAMN NIPPLE!

Izuku raised one hand in defense, the other still pressed against his face.

— I didn’t mean to! It was a reflex! — He tried to justify himself desperately, looking at Bakugou, who now seemed ready to blow something else up.

— REFLEX? I LET YOU DRINK MY MILK, AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK ME? YOU KNOW WHAT? THAT’S IT, NERD. NO MORE MILK FOR YOU.

After the incident, Deku was officially sentenced — by decree of Katsuki Bakugou himself — to daily massage sessions for the omega as part of his penance. There was no appeal, and frankly, Izuku knew he didn’t have a choice.

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It was a cold afternoon, the kind of chill that seemed to seep into your bones, even with the apartment’s heaters working at full blast. Katsuki pulled on the limited-edition All Might jacket he’d taken from Deku, wrapping himself up in it with a huff. The piece was huge on his body, even with his prominent belly, and the soft fabric offered the comfort he needed, though he wouldn’t admit it under torture.

He shot a glance toward the bedroom, where he knew Izuku was passed out. The idiot had been working himself to the bone. Endless night shifts, grueling missions... all because that bastard Endeavor seemed to think Deku was some kind of indestructible machine. Katsuki gritted his teeth just thinking about the number one’s face. He already had a plan. He’d march down to that tyrant’s agency and make sure to drill it into the bastard’s head that his alpha needed rest. Not after he gave birth, but before. Way before.

Sighing, Katsuki forced himself to stop thinking about that damned Endeavor before he ended up blowing something up in the living room. He adjusted the oversized jacket once more, feeling the familiar warmth of the fabric along with the comforting pheromones of his alpha.

Walking to the kitchen, Katsuki started organizing the ingredients on the counter. A bit of katsudon would be good for when that nerd finally decided to wake up. He wasn’t going to let Deku eat another piece of instant junk or starve from sheer exhaustion. If it was up to him, Izuku was going to eat properly and regain at least some of the energy that seemed to be drained from him day after day. Or rather, night after night. Son of a bitch bastard Endeavor.

Bakugou’s movements were quick and precise, well-practiced in making this particular dish. Every motion was meticulously calculated, from the way he cut the meat to the care he took with the broth, as if he were planning a damn mission. He found himself frowning, focused on slicing the onions, until a drop of broth splashed onto his hand, prompting him to mutter a quiet curse.

— Damn it. — He wiped his hand on the hem of the hoodie, ignoring the brief thought that Deku would probably complain about him “ruining” the jacket. Bakugou smirked slightly at the thought.

The familiar smell of katsudon began to fill the air, bringing a warmth to the room that even the heaters couldn’t seem to provide. Katsuki paused for a second, holding the spoon in his hand as he looked at the pot. Preparing this meal calmed him. It was a way to ensure Izuku had something warm and decent waiting for him, showing that someone was taking care of him, even if he was an alpha who thought he could carry the damn world on his shoulders.

Katsuki huffed again, stirring the broth with more force than necessary.

— Dummy alpha. — He murmured to himself, but the tone lacked its usual bite.

As he continued cooking, the blond cast one last glance toward the bedroom. When Izuku woke up, he’d make that goofy, grateful face, maybe even flash one of those smiles Katsuki pretended to hate. Katsuki grumbled softly, shaking his head.

The katsudon was nearly ready, the warm and comforting aroma filling the kitchen, when Katsuki’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He frowned, absentmindedly wiping his hands on the hoodie as he pulled out the device. Who the hell was calling now? He held the phone to his ear, still stirring the broth with his other hand.

— Moshi moshi? — he answered, his tone short and to the point.

— Ah, Katsuki-kun? — came the hesitant voice on the other end. It was Inko, Izuku’s mother. That alone made him stop instantly. Inko rarely called him directly, and never with that nervous tone.

He raised an eyebrow, pulling the phone away to glance at the screen and confirm it was really her before putting it back to his ear.

— Yeah. Is everything okay, Auntie? — he asked, though his tone wasn’t exactly gentle. Not that Katsuki was good at that, but something about her hesitation put him on edge.

On the other end of the line, he could hear her breathing, heavy and shaky. She took a few seconds to respond, which only made Katsuki’s irritation grow. He hated when people dragged their feet to say what they needed to say.

— A-ah… I tried calling Izuku, but he didn’t answer... — she finally said, her voice laden with emotion.

Katsuki adjusted the phone against his ear, quickly turning off the stove with one swift movement.

— He’s out cold. Deku finally passed out after weeks of overworking himself. — Bakugou paused, tilting his head. — Did something happen?

Inko let out a trembling sigh, and Katsuki could swear he heard something like a muffled sob.

— Katsuki-kun… it’s about Izuku’s father… Hisashi...

The name dropped like a stone. The omega went silent for a moment, his brow furrowing as he processed what he had just heard.

— He… he’s back. — She finally said, her voice trembling slightly. — After all these years… he showed up…

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Hello, moonkissz here! ✨🌸

I’d like to announce the end of this season! I’ve been thinking a lot, and I’d like to add more elements and enrich the story even further!

With that in mind, I’ll be creating a second season, which I’ll start posting soon.

Thank you so much to everyone who has followed along and continues to support me up to this point.

In the meantime, you can check out my other stories! 

- See you soon! 🍀

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Hello, moonkissz here 🌹💋

So... Sorry for the delay with season two 😅 I've been busy with work and life in general, plus I've been focused on my other fic, Born to be an Omega (and GIRL if you haven’t checked it out yet, go see it!! It’s really good).

I’m planning to start it at the end of the year, probably in October or November.

Thanks for your patience ❤️ see you there xoxo