Summary:
Bakugou survives his first rut only to anxiously wait for Kirishima's release.
Chapter Text
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Gasp!
Where the fuck... heavy breathing... doctors, nurses, restraints. Fuck. He pulled as hard as his weakened muscles would allow to no avail. His eyes were still blurred from the sedative.
FIND! PROTECT!
His alpha was screaming in his head. He was overheating, coated in sweat, heart pounding through his body.
“Shit-...shitty...” he murmured through chapped lips. A nurse was already rushing over to add something to his IV. Fuck.... why are they doing this to me... The world once again went black.
This time when Bakugou awoke, his alpha was quieter. He felt so groggy and sleepy and damnit he was thirsty. They had moved him to a new room sealed by a thick metal door. His restraints were gone so he more comfortably observed this new space while rubbing his wrists. A small table next to the bed had snacks and water bottles. Clearly, he was going to be in here for more than a few hours. A smaller door led to a small bathroom with fresh towels. Then in the corner was a basket with sealed clothing items. He guessed they were for scenting but he didn’t give a fuck about some random extras’ scents.
I want out of here. I want to go workout. I need a fucking shower. So he started with that. As the cool water woke him up he started to feel the affects he’s always been told about but never experienced. Feverish, weakness, need. Fuck.
After he was out of the shower he paced the room counting and labeling each ‘symptom’ when he heard a knock. Turns out there’s a metal sliding door hiding four inches of thick glass though the main door.
“Fucking half and half, what the fuck do you think you’re—“
“Bakugou I can’t hear you unless you use the intercom,” he said as stoic as ever.
Nearly punching the button to its breaking point, Bakugou started screaming his speech over again.
“Calm down Bakugou. What’s happening is.. mostly normal.”
“MOSTLY?!?”
“The circumstances are strange but the main thing is you’re going into your first rut. You know the signs and you know what has to happen now. 5 day minimum hold until hormones even out in the blood tests.”
“DONT YOU THINK I FUCKING KNOW ALL THAT. GOD IF I WERE OUT THERE RIGHT NOW—“
“Kirishima is safe.” That shut the wild blond up, well for a second.
“Do they even know what fucking happened or do they just let their students fall unconscious on the battleground regularly?!”
“They are looking into it. All they know is that you started leaking pheromones which we could all detect. It seems Kirishima may have started to have a reaction after that. Then you managed to command a hundred people or more.”
“Fuck... That’s not supposed to be fucking possible!” Bakugou’s irritation was growing with his physical discomfort.
“Like I said unusual circumstances and they are looking into it. Anyways, they asked me to make sure you were okay and had everything you needed. The first time can be frightening, even if you know what’s happening.”
“Frightening, my ass. You should know nothing fucking scares me.”
“Right. Then I will let them know—“
“Wait.” The sweating blond looked down considering his words. “Are you saying I might have done this to shitty hair?”
“We don’t know the cause yet—“
“IM NOT ASKING FOR YOUR SPEECH AGAIN. I’m asking... do YOU think I caused this.”
“It’s...possible.”
“God damn it. Fucking leave me in peace while I suffer through this stupid meaningless experience.”
“Meaningless… like you don’t want kids?”
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOURE ASKING PERSONAL QUESIONS,” he was becoming more and more out of breath.
“Press the intercom button three times in a row to call a nurse if you need anything, meds, scents—“
“Fuck off,” Bakugou slammed the small window and sat down again the door. This was going to be a long week.
Kirishima was at least mostly out of it. Partially sedatives and partially raging hormones were to blame. He hadn’t enough consciousness to be embarrassed and it was one reason he was rushed to a secure room. His Beta friends visited but Kirishima wasn’t in a state to talk. So they’d bring him their clothes, some candy, some sports drinks. It was hard to see him like this but they knew it would pass. It was even harder since they hadn’t experienced it themselves, but they knew and loved their friend. They would be here for him as much as they could, each taking scheduled shifts to check in until he stopped answering. It was to be expected, but still frightening.
Days passed where Bakugou screamed and punched the walls. Kirishima would sleep, wake, sweat, pant, want, until he passed out again.
