𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗦 || 🅔︎. 🅚︎. 🅧︎ 🅚︎. 🅑︎.

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KIRISHIMA IS AN ALPHA, BAKUGOU IS AN OMEGA, THIS IS AN OMEGAVERSE FANFICTION. IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ, IT'S THAT SIMPLE.

Kirishima was walking to school, his shoes squishing in the mulchy mud. The leaves were sodden and wet. They didn't crackle under his high-topped sneakers, as they were still soaked from the early morning's rainstorm.

"Oi, shitty hair!"

He sighed, rolling his eyes at the nickname. The voice that had called out to him was one he knew far too well.

"Bakugo," he huffed out, stifling his laughter.

"Eh!?" He shouted. "What's so funny?

"Nothing, Bakugo. So, what's up?"

Katsuki Bakugo was an omega, but he took scent suppressants to hide it and claimed himself as an alpha. Meanwhile, Kirishima was an Alpha and didn't try to hide it at all.

"Nothing! Jeez, do I have to have a reason to be next to ya?! Freaking dummy!" His cheeks uncontrollably flushed pink and he awkwardly looked away, flustered.

"I guess not. So, whaddup?"

"Tch, it's fine or whatever, you?"

"I'm really doing good, man! I can't wait for the movie today, and after we can spar!" They had training every Friday.

"Mhm. Can't wait to blow these bitches to hell!"

"Yeah. So, what's with ya? Why you takin this route to the main campus building?"

His jaw tightened as he hitching the strap of his old canvas backpack up on his shoulder. "Just felt like it today, fucknut."

"Mhm. So, how are you?"

"That's the fourth time you asked. Do you not know how to stage a convo or something?"

"Do *you*?" Kirishima retaliated.

"Sh-shut the fuck up," Bakugo snapped. He was panting lightly, his cheeks a bit flushed.

"Everything alright, bro? You're blushing and panting."

"I-I'm fine, idiot."

"Here, have some water." He took his flask and held it out for Bakugo to grab. He simply shooed the kind offer away and the two boys continued walking.

"Hey, Kacchan!"

Bakugo ignored it.

"Catch this, asshat!"

A rock slammed into the back of Bakugo's skull before he had time to react. Then they both spun around, and Kirishima was absolutely shell shocked.

Midoriya was standing there sheepishly, and he was a hot blushing mess. "K-Kacchan?"

"YOU DAMN NERD, I'LL KILL YOUUUU!" He ran at Izuku, a look of rage etched into his face.

"H-hold on! St-stop it!" He easily dodged, and then grabbed Bakugo's shirt before dragging him off into an alleyway.

Kirishima stood there, blinking owlishly in the muted sunshine filtered by the clouds. After a minute of low murmured chatter and some whispers, they emerged, both looking secretive and annoyed.

"Get outta here, pest," he snapped as he flapped his hand at Midoriya. He reluctantly walked away, throwing a few worried looks over his shoulder as he did so.

"You okay, Bakubro?"

"Tch, why wouldn't I be!? Just shut up, will ya?!"

"Okay." The rest of the short walk was in silence until they finally made it to the classroom. They took their assigned seats and just chatted as Aizawa slept in his sleeping bag.