The Things You Left Behind | Kiribaku Omegaverse |

An Alpha's Heart

The day outside was sunny and warm and yet inside of the building bustled with activity and hummed with soft conversation.

Hero's worked behind their desk, most still in costume with masks pulled down away from their faces and capes cast aside, just out of the way so they wouldn't get in the way. Others stood around to talk and discuss some of their missions with friends or eat while they had a break from patrolling.

Paper shifted in quiet corner of the office level, sliding carefully between the small piles of it that were beginning to tower up. A pen scratched across the white surface filling the blank spaces left on the villain file. The end of the pen was dinted and a little misshaped from being bitten during the time the pen left the paper.

Red eyes narrowed in a mixture of concentration and frustration as the pen was lifted away from the paper again and sharp shark-like teeth closed over the end. The man's heel tapped lightly against the front of the swivel chair in a slow rhythm but it was gradually getting faster.

The male dropped the pen on the desk and leaned back against the back of the chair, letting out a ragged sigh. He dragged his hands through his spiked red hair, not caring whether it messed up a little.

"Fuck."

Kirishima couldn't concentrate at all. No hero should have this much paper work on his desk but this was his own fault. Unfilled files from months back were still mixed up somewhere in that chaotic city of paper and stationary. Yeah, he had always hated this side of the hero job but that wasn't the reason they lay there unfinished.

If he thought too much, went to deep into his own mind while doing paperwork, he found himself thinking about a certain blonde omega. And it happened so often.

He wouldn't be lying if he said he never stopped thinking about Bakugou for five years straight. Thinking about the he felt about that omega, that night with him, the great guilt and grief he felt for leaving him that way. Kirishima thought about it at least once every day. But as soon as he arrived back in Japan it had suddenly become ten times worse, weighing on him like a mountain.

He deserved it all though. He knew he did. For all his wanting not to feel like he did and wishing he had never done that to the blonde he deserved every bit of pain he felt every time he wanted to see him.

And he did want to see him. More than anything in the entire world, the red-haired alpha hungered to see Katsuki. He wanted to see his face again, touch him again, smell that caramel scent of the omega again even if he hated him.

No . . . Kirishima was scared that the omega would hate him. If he hadn't been scared, he would have already found him and faced Bakugou for what he did. But he was. And he didn't want to be hated by the one he cared about most.

He didn't want to be hated by the one he still loved.

"Dude," Kirishima looked up to see the Pro-Hero Charge-Bolt leaning over the low office wall, his yellow eyes glimmering with concern. "You kinda look like shit."

"Yeah, well . . ." He rubbed his eyes. "No wonder." Kirishima gestured towards the piles of paper on his desk.

Kaminari glanced at them then looked back at Kirishima. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft. "I mean, you look a little distracted-"

"I'm fine." Kirishima interrupted, straightening in the seat. Kaminari probably knew exactly what he was thinking but he didn't want to talk about it.

Kaminari was the person he had come to about Bakugou. When Kirishima had just been figuring out his feelings, Kaminari had helped him and supported him. When things made him happy in his relationship with Bakugou he never failed to return any of his excited texts. When anything happened that made him sad or angry, Kaminari gave him advice and calmed his rants. When Kirishima arrived in America the first thing he had done was call his electric best friend, telling him everything through his tears as the Kaminari listened patiently to him for hours. Kirishima didn't know what he would have done without him.

Especially when Bakugou never called. For five years.

For a moment Kirishima met Kaminari's gaze. The yellow-haired beta went to talk. "Kirishima-"

"Charge-Bolt! Red Riot!" Another Pro-Hero approached them at a fast pace, adjusting his mic-like mask to his face as he called out. He stopped beside Kaminari. "There's a villain on a main street in our area. We've evacuated the road but he is still rampaging so we need you both in action. Now."

The papers twirled into the air as Kirishima stood straight up, roused from his distracted mind. "What about the other heroes?"

The newcomer ran a hand through his black hair, a light blue streak being pulled back out of his face. "The hero currently out there could have handled him in a normal situation but this is different."

"What?"

"The villain has a young girl hostage. They can't do anything without risking her safety."

The red-haired Alpha narrowed his ruby red eyes as the beta hero Charge-Bold slid his blue-tinted goggles back over his eyes. "We waiting for anything or what?"

As Kirishima pulled his metal mask onto his face, following close behind the other two heroes, he felt some relief to finally have some action. Even if paperwork pushed him further into his unwanted feelings, physically hero work helped him let out a little steam. Going head to head with villians required quick thinking and full concentration, keeping him in a preoccupied state of mind. This way he could forget, at least for a few hours, about the blonde omega he wanted to see so badly.

I'm sorry this is such a short chapter, especially when Kirishima is back in the picture with his side of the story. At this point his full feelings aren't fully out there yet so imagine what he still has to go through when he hasn't even seen Bakugou yet. Oof. Anyways, thanks for this many reads on my story and I appreciate you guys voting!