"Loading a tranquilizer set to his body weight,” a hero support voice came over the comms. “Shooting.” All eyes were on Bakugou raging, watching the art stab into his shoulder. He was huffing and growling not able to even conjure words in his state. He ripped out the dart and eyed the shooter. If he weren’t in 'protect-mode' over Kaminari, he would have attacked immediately, but thankfully the electric blond had him trapped (though it felt like the other way around…).
“It’s not working... The dosage must be off… and it’s too dangerous to give him another shot…” the support team explained.
“We need any quirk that can contain him. Cementos, Aizawa... And get Kirishima over here,” Deku called out on the radio.
“Guys?” Kaminari started to squirm again. Bakugou was just holding the collar of his shirt now, looking back and forth.
“Just hold on, Kaminari!” Deku called out.
“Let me see him first!” Kirishima demanded of the higher tier heroes upon arriving to the field.
“No way in hell are we going to let that happen. Don’t be reckless.” While they finished discussing the plan to subdue the alpha, Kiri ran ahead.
Please make it. Please make it.
His legs burned as they carried him to the clearing. He saw the two blonds in the middle, one on his knees, the other hunched over him.
“Bakugou!” Kirishima’s heart broke a little bit at the discomfort and pain Bakugou was expelling.
Comfort! Calm!
Bakugou’s wild eyes found the source of the voice and growled quietly, pupils blown wide.
“Kiri, wait! Its not safe!” Kaminari yelled. Kirishima slowed to a walk, already within 15 ft from them. The closer her got, the looser the grip was on Kaminari.
“Hey,” Kirishima gave a calm smile. Bakugou couldn’t quite process what was happening until he was near enough to smell the earthy, calming scent that was his omega. He dropped Kaminari all together and rushed toward the red-head. The look on his face showed complete abandon. He moved like he was stalking prey only to pull the omega into a tight embrace, burying his nose into his neck.
Omega! Safe! Mine!
His omega knew exactly how to calm the raging alpha but it was still new to the red-faced Kirishima. “Feeling better?” he asked, embarrassed. He realized he still hadn’t heard a single intelligible word out of his mouth. Instead of answering, a hand snaked up his nape, pulling his the red locks gently and tilting his head to the side gently to gain even better access to the coveted gland. Bakugou’s left hand had a hold on his hip, thumb circling the bone. Kirishima felt electricity run up his spine when he felt a wet tongue on his neck. His back arched instinctively. Even in this situation, Kirishima’s omega wanted to take over, to completely submit and calm the alpha. And, well, Kirishima himself wanted to too. All he could feel and see and hear and smell was Bakugou. And he loved it. If people were calling out to them, he didn’t hear it. Teeth lightly scraped below the scent gland and Kirishima felt the warmth pooling in his belly.
