Bakudeku/Dekubaku Oneshots

Alpha and Enigma

If Izuku could have predicted that his mission would result in an emergency communications blackout, he simply would not have gone. Izuku and Katsuki knew it would be a long few weeks apart, but they had intended to talk on the phone, share meals over video calls, and text updates throughout the day until they could see each other again. Plus, he'd be back in plenty of time to spend the holidays with his beloved alpha.

The mission was important. Izuku attended meetings in Japan to arrange a sting on an international arms trafficker. Lives were at risk and Deku was needed to assist in infiltration of the American branch of the cartel. A large ammunition purchase was set to take place in late September: Four head alphas of the largest international smuggling gangs would all be in the same place at once, and it would be their only chance to dismantle the groups from the inside with the fewest number of casualties. It was easy to gain the trust and maneuver his way through the ranks of the American branch. Hero Deku wasn't as recognizable there as he was back home, which was good, because the only enigma heroes in the states were already household names who could never operate in the shadows as the mission required. Only an enigma like Izuku would be completely unsusceptible to the commands of the four alpha leaders.

Deku was out of his element, sure, but it wasn't so bad. Even if he was going to be undercover, he'd still be able to communicate with his mate back home every chance he got to be alone. For better or worse, Americans seemed to hold enigmas with great reverence, so he was unlikely to be questioned by his superiors and would probably rise through the ranks quickly. It was just the norm.

Deku approached his target on a crisp fall morning, the New England cold already nipping at his nose and chapping his cheeks. He sent one last message to Kacchan (I'll be unavailable for a while, but don't worry, I should be free in time for our video call tonight. I can't wait to see your beautiful face!) before knocking on the reinforced steel door in an alleyway. He gave the password, was wrenched into the dark room where he waited for his eyes to adjust. He wouldn't be seen or heard from by his team for the next three months.

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You better be if you know what's good for you

I'll see you then

Setting up now

Don't leave me hanging

Where the fuck are you

I'll kick your giant nerd ass

What the fuck happened

They aren't telling me anything

Are you safe

If you got hurt I'll fucking kill you

Please come home

AssholePlease

We need you

Fuck

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Deku's scent was gone from their apartment, and it pissed Katsuki the fuck off. He felt the weight of his mate's absence deep in his chest, in the bags under his eyes, the new wrinkles between his eyebrows, and in the soreness in his throat and his empty, cramping stomach. Months ago he had bought a diffuser and oils of cinnamon, apple and cranberry, citrus, clove and rosemary and sage and pine… try as he might, the perfect combination eluded him. In fact, the closer he got to mimicking Deku's uniquely complex aromatic cocktail, the more his instincts howled in protest of the cheap imitation. He could barely keep a meal down anymore.

Three whole months without a peep from his enigma and Katsuki's instincts were driving him up the wall. He cursed under his breath, digging in the closet for the last double-sealed, airtight plastic bag with Deku's shitty scent inside. It wouldn't be enough, it was never enough, but it was better than the nest his instincts had forced him to build which contained only his own scent. Three months in, and all traces of Deku's scent had dissipated.