Electric Omega

Part 1

He was blonde, but not loud. He was plain looking and easily forgotten, though it didn't bother him much. He didn't have many friends, so when he read manga or fanfiction no one made fun of him for it because nobody knew.

Right now Mashirao Ojiro was especially glad nobody knew he read fanfiction because he had just stumbled across something called omega verse. Ojiro had seen the new tag and decided to look up what it was, he didn't know whether he should be intrigued or worried.

Worried, he decided after seeing it was ship fanfiction of his classmates. Ojiro didn't really want to know who was writing fanfiction about his school but curiosity took over him so he clicked on the story and started to read.

Apparently it was what the author called it a "kiribaku" fic, which was the ship name for two of his classmates, Eijiro Kirishima and Katsuki Bakugo, but the author also said it would contain "bakubottom".

If Ojiro wasn't concerned before, he is now.

Halfway through the fic and another google search later, Ojiro realized that omega verse stuff had a lot of smut and nsfw in it, but it was the type of thing you couldn't look away from no matter how much you wanted to.

After finishing the fic, Ojiro was thoroughly traumatized to say the least.

It was eleven o'clock at night, he was tired, yet he clicked the next story. This time it was a "seroida" fic, the author said it contained alpha Hanta Sero, alpha Tenya Iida, and bondage.

After reading that fic, and then a few more, Ojiro concluded that the author was creative and an amazing writer, even if the genre of the stories made him regret knowing how to read.

Because Ojiro never bothered naming his accounts his username was just user and then a few random numbers, so he felt safe knowing that if he for whatever reason followed the author, they would have no idea that someone from the school these fics were about was following them. Upon clicking the author's account and looking at the username "electric omega" that appeared on his screen, the dots seemed to connect, then fall apart.

The name screamed Denki Kaminari, but his overall grades made Ojiro doubt it was him because of the quality writing in the fics. Though to be fair Ojiro didn't actually know what Kaminaris' grades were, he just knew that the boy was on the lower end of the class.

Ojiro plugged his phone in then moved it to the farther side of his nightstand, hoping to discourage himself from reading more, before rolling over in his bed and trying to sleep.

- - -

His attempts at falling asleep had not been successful. Ojiro's head was spinning with everything he had read. Ojiro wasn't sure he would be able to look at some of his classmates the same.

Especially Bakugo.

The way the explosive boy had been written was so out of character but at the same time seemed so accurate, and those thoughts did not settle well with him. Ojiro tiredly stumbled out of bed, using his tail to help him regain balance, and walked over to his dresser and got dressed in his school uniform. Sitting back down on his bed, Ojiro grabbed the comb from his nightstand and started combing through his hair, getting rid of the bedhead. Moving to the tuff on his tail, the comb caught on something, looking down Ojiro recognized it as the small braid Kaminari had put in it during class yesterday. Smiling to himself he undid the braid then finished combing out his tail.

Walking down to the common room Ojiro was greeted by the usual chaos. This time Mina was yelling at a guilty Sero for stealing one of her teas. Looking around Ojiro noticed a certain electric blonde watching the two before pulling out his phone and typing away on it. Awkwardly walking through the crowd Ojiro eventually made his way to the kitchen where he made himself a bowl of cereal.