His | Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Heat

You knew it was coming.

Your first heat.

You'd been preparing for it since your eighteenth birthday. Your parents had given you all the tools and information needed to get through it, however, you never did end up getting it. According to your doctor, it was normal for a first heat or rut to come late.

In your mind, however, you felt abnormal. Most, if not all, of your friends and classmates had already experienced their first heats and ruts. For six months you've been waiting, and you'd had yet to go through it.

Until now.

You'd been taking birth control, suppressants, and wearing your collar, though you hadn't actively needed them yet, in an effort to get used to them. Because you hadn't experienced a heat, the doses for the suppressants had been particularly low and your collar was nothing more than a decorative choker.

For the last week, however, you'd felt strange. Off. You weren't deathly ill, but you didn't feel like you were at 100% either.

Your body temperature had steadily risen until you felt like you were constantly being consumed by a raging inferno. Anything that brushed up against you, whether it was your clothing or an innocent passerby, sent an unpleasant ache through your limbs and down between your legs. Your nose was constantly overstimulated, filled with the tantalizing, masculine scents intermingling through the halls of UA.

Anything and everything set you off, no matter how slight the infraction. If someone accidentally bumped into you, you were ready to tear their throat out. If you forgot your homework, you wanted to throw yourself off the highest balcony you could find. You were short with everyone around you, regardless of whether they were students or teachers. At one point, you even viciously snapped at Professor Aizawa when he asked you to read out a passage from your textbook.

Your nasty attitude caused Mina and Jiro concern, though you could hardly muster the ability to give a flying fuck. However, it wasn't lost on you how patient and understanding they were being. They knew what was going on, even if you hadn't yet realized it yourself. They could smell it off you, after all.

Everyone in 3-A could.

That afternoon, after combat drills, Professor Aizawa had taken you aside and told you to get to the dorms and lock yourself away. His insistence confirmed what you'd been suspecting for the last five days.

That your first heat was upon you.

You wanted to go home, to go through it in a safe place where no one would bother you. However, it felt somewhat embarrassing knowing that your parents would be around to witness your first heat. You were torn over what to do as you reached the dorms and headed for the showers. You feared that if you stayed at UA, you might endure awkward, if not downright humiliating encounters. You decided then to head home.

It would be embarrassing, but at least you'd be comfortable.

With a sigh, you stepped into the large shower stall, turning the water down as cold as it could possibly get. If it had been possible, you were sure your skin would've sizzled at the touch of the frigid water. As it was, the icy torrent did little to lower your body temperature. You lathered up your hair with shampoo, skin immediately erupting with goosebumps as soon as your fingers made contact with your scalp.

A groan of annoyance escaped your lips, your irritation reaching new heights. You could barely touch any part of yourself, no matter how innocent, without sending out waves of agonizing pleasure to each and every nerve ending. The aches that had been building in your abdomen were becoming unbearable and all you wanted to do was curl up in a pile made up of pillows and blankets and give into the tender embrace of death.