Without You -BakuDeku Omegaverse

~SIX~

The rest of the school day was very much the same for the blond Alpha. Between every class, Midoriya would call, asking how the class went and what they did. He would text Bakugou during class, alternating between different emotions throughout the day. Honestly, the blond was entertained. He knew that Midoriya was going through his heat, and it could be a very aggressive process. He was glad that he'd gone to school away from him. He was, however, craving the feeling of the Omega's hands on his arms again. He shook his head, sighing as the final bell rang at 3. He turned to look at his phone, the screen staying dark. Midoriya wasn't calling him. He quickly collected the stack of work that the teachers had kept, nodding to Kirishima and Todoroki, growling at their smirks as he left. He headed up to the roof, balancing the stack of missed work as he pulled one of the blankets from Midoriya's make shift nest. He could smell the faded vanilla coming off of it. Coming down, he turned to walk in the woods, following the trail of oranges. He smiled at the shortcut again. 

The overpowering scent of cinnamon and oranges stopped Bakugou in his tracks. The front door was open. He quickened his pace, stepping foot in the house with a small growl. He expected to smell someone else. Alphas had a hard time resisting an Omega's scent in heat. He shut the door behind him quietly, setting Midoriya's notes on the counter before dropping his own bookbag. He made his way upstairs, still only smelling the Omega. He could barely smell his parents faded scents anymore. The blanket was still clutched in his hand as he paused outside his bedroom, hearing small groans and mewls coming from the other side. He chuckled, pausing with his hand on the doorknob. It was 3:15. More oranges began to clog the Alpha's breathing. He knew Midoriya was trying to send him into a rut. 

He sat down, hiding his face in his hands, leaving the door closed. He wasn't going to mate with Midoriya of all people. Especially not while in heat. He knew the greenette would hate him for it. He'd hate himself. He spent years bullying the male, trying to dispel his own hurt feelings over the fact that the person he'd spent his childhood thinking he'd marry, wasn't an Omega. Now that he was. Bakugou didn't know what to do. Besides, he didn't have any knot condoms and his mother would have taken hers for her and his father. 

The scent of Midoriya's arousal ran through Bakugou, his vision tinting red. He tried to breath normally, all but begging his Alpha to calm down. The scenting and calming down the Omega didn't bother him. It was the fact that it was Midoriya fucking Izuku. Bakugou could never look at the nerd that way again, could he? He spent too long pushing every hurt feeling aside, ignoring his nature begging him to scent the male, even years after he didn't have his heat. Why did this happen to him.

Midoirya worked himself up, sweating and panting. He hadn't touched himself yet although the slick running down his bare legs might have painted a different picture. The room had become unbaringly hot and all Midoriya could think was I want my Alpha. He groaned against the pain his heat brought him, mewling at the thought of his Alpha coming home to find him in such a submissive form. It made the Omega purr, releasing pheromones into the air, his body begging to be mated. He heard himself whine audibly as the smell of caramel began surrounding him.

"Kacchan" he called out in a questioned tone, feeling another wave of arousal hit him. He gripped the sheets, forcing himself to lay under them in a split moment of clarity. His curls stuck to his face and sweat covered his bare torso. "Kacchan, please" he whimpered, hearing a thud outside the door. Bakugou knew he should leave, banging his head against the wall as he heard Midoriya call out to him. He fought everything to stay seated on the floor. He didn't want to risk losing control. None of his training prepared him for the sweet scents of Midoriya.

"Please make it stop," Midoriya begged through the door again.