Bakugou slept better than he had in weeks. He opened his eyes and remembered how they had fallen asleep as a pile of bodies with him in the middle of it all. As he stirred the arms wrapped around him tightened. In the night Kirishima must have been subconsciously clinging to him and wasn’t ready to let go. Bakugou allowed himself a tenderness he could only afford when no one was watching. His fingers brushed through red strands. His hand sliding down the back of his head to his neck, trailing closer and closer to the gland he knows he should avoid. Ever so lightly does he brush a finger over the area. The omega squeezes him tighter and starts softly purring. Bakugou was cursing himself for waking up his alpha.
Claim! Mate!
“Sorry,” he whispered, breaking free from the sturdy hero’s grip.
“Katsu— uh,” Kirishima started to wake up rubbing an eye. “Bakubrou, where are you going?”
“Toilet,” the ash blond escaped, hoping his morning wood was hidden well enough.
“Mmmm,” Kirishima grumbled displeased.
“Kiri, baby, you okay?” Mina cooed.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“KIRIIIIII!” Denki woke up too and tackled his friend. “WE WERE SO WORRIED!!!”
“Glad you’re okay,” Sero added.
“Aw you guys are sweet,” he beamed.
From that morning on they developed a system: double patching, double checking the application, and not leaving campus alone. News of the incident came and went as a strange, unsolved story. There was a brief investigation, but the onlookers kept quiet so it was dropped. Bakugou was holding his breath for the next incident, but day after day it seemed all was going well. So well in fact that when the time for internships came, they didn’t hesitate to offer Kirishima one as well. When Kirishima bubbled excitedly about the opportunity he could feel the nervousness radiate off of Bakugou. Mentally, Bakugou knew this was something he needed to do, he couldn’t become a pro hero by hiding in school his whole life. But he couldn’t help but worry.
Bakugou even went with Kiri to the nurse to get confirmation himself that Kiri was safe to be on the battlefield.
“Wow, I must say you’ve had a pretty dramatic drop in hormone secretion in... just two days?” The nurse studied the records perplexed. “With these numbers you should be safe to run around even without a patch—but please don’t do that. These things do tend to fluctuate, so we will continue to monitoring you on your internship.”
“Hell yeah!!” Kirishima exclaimed.
“Since you’re here Bakugou, want to get your levels too?”
“Whatever,” he rolled up his sleeve and waited for the cold alcohol wipe and quick prick. They waited while the blood ran through the machine.
“Bakugou! I’ve never seen numbers so low for you! Whatever you’re doing, keep it up. I never thought I’d see your levels even close to normal,” she chuckled.
“Whatever,” he grumbled. He hadn’t been doing shit differently.
“I’ve got to go pack!” Kirishima was bouncing toward the door ecstatically. Of course he would miss Bakugou, but this was an incredible week long opportunity.
“We have to have a movie night before I go!!” Kirishima demanded.
“Yes!!” The bakusquad exclaimed (except Bakugou of course). So, well after the sun set, the group congregated in the common area. Bakugou chose the far end of the couch to avoid his classmates as much as he could. But that didn’t stop Kirishima from landing right next to him. Kirishima choose a typical action movie for them to watch and the group quieted. Bakugou’s eyes flicked to see his friend’s face glowing from the tv light, smiling as bright as ever. Damn he was going to miss that.
In the morning Kirishima finished packing his bag haphazardly, taking some of the garments from the squad along with him and chatting incessantly.
Followed by three days of silence. There has been a few text exchanges but Kirishima was busy and exhausted. Bakugou tried to stay busy and the prospect of a new mission on day 4 was a blessing.
“Will you be okay? You’ve been extra pissy without our Kiri-angel around to even you out,” Mina pondered, fastening her boots.
“Haaa?! You tryin to die?!”
“Heh, that’s about what I expected. Don’t push yourself too hard okay?”
“I’ll DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT?!?”
“Oooiiiiiii!! Bakusquad (minus Kiri), LETS GOOOO” Kaminari bellowed.
One particular alpha stood out among the villains to Bakugou. They locked eyes and the blond watch this stranger smirk before disappearing.
“Shit, what the—“
“Nice to meet you, Bakugou,” the voice was right behind him, inches away. “I saw you at the sports festival. Feisty one, aren’t ya.” Bakugou spun around throwing a punch that was only met with air as the villain disappeared again. Standing in the space the other had left, Bakugou smelled it. Among the chaos and commotion of Kirishima’s assault, that alpha’s scent lingered. He had been there. It could have been him. Bakugou launched himself across the 20 ft to where the villain now stood, landing on top of him, pinning him to the ground.
“Was it you?” he huffed.
“Whatever do you mean?” Fucking cocky smirking bastard. “Oh, you mean this?” he reached into his jacket to pull out a weathered, crumpled scent patch. It was unmistakable what omega had been wearing it.
“FUCKING,” Bakugou reared back, “ASSHOLLEEE!!!!!!!” Bakugou let out a catastrophic explosion in the man’s face. When the smoke cleared, the man had apparently teleported to a safe spot.
“Oi, oi, I hope you’re not that rough with our sweet little red-head.” Bakugou’s furious, urgent scent was spreading over the battlefield but he didn’t care. They needed to feel his anger and his pain. He had to assure this fucker was taken down.
“Get him.”
Anyone within earshot unconsciously lunged at the man. This asshole simply rolled his eyes and disappeared from sight breaking the command.
“FIND HIMMMM!!!” Bakugou screamed.
“Ka-chan, calm dow-“
“BACKOFF!!” Bakugou turned and threw an explosion at his green-haired teammate. Dazed and on the ground, Deku realized Bakugou was not just his normal pissy self. He was growling, ready to attack anything that moved closer to him. He was radiating heavy contempt making everyone take a few steps back.
“Bakugou, what’s wrong?!” Kaminari cried, running toward Midoriya.
Pack!
Bakugou whipped around and was on the electric blond in seconds. His hand was on the back of his neck, both possessive and protective. He pulled them both away from Midoriya and all the other potential “threats.”
“Bakugou…” Kaminari whined under the strong grip, forefinger and thumb digging into his scent glands. Once he stopped struggling Bakugou moved to press his wrist to Kaminar’s neck and doused him in potent, concentrated, alpha scent.
“Um guys?” Deku spoke into his radio. “I think Bakugou might be...
...feral.”
