Without You -BakuDeku Omegaverse

~NINE~

I smell angst....

Midoriya shivered as he took his seat. He couldn't help but glance at Bakugou before looking at the purple haired Alpha approaching him. The calming licorice scent washing over him. It was met with pin pricks near his scent glands. In the past, Shinsou was one of the only other Alphas able to calm him down. Now, Midoriya tried not to react negatively as he smiled at the male.

"Welcome to your second puberty," he chuckled, sitting on the edge of the desk. 

"It was awful. I don't want to experience it ever again," he felt his face heat up, involuntarily looking to Bakugou for a split moment. He felt warm again as the Alpha's eyes met his own. 

"Bakugou tells us nothing happened. Is that the truth?" Shinsou questioned, a low growl heard from across the room.

"Yeah, nothing happened. He doesn't like me that way anymore," Midoriya shrugged, looking to his hands curled up in his lap. His uniform sleeves barely covered his wrists. 

"You reek of each other though," the purple haired Alpha wrinkled his nose, ruffling Midoriya's hair. 

"I mean, we scented each other. He was just tryna calm me down," the pink that dusted his cheeks darkened, looking back up to meet the tired, yet amused, violet eyes that were near him. He reached up to fix his hair, though it stayed a curly mess.

"I'm glad you're a whole Omega again. I should go take my seat now before Bakugou kills me," he winked, chuckling as he hopped off the desk to go sit at his own.

"Dude, lay off" Todoroki raised his hands lightly, the dominating scent blanketing the Alpha's that stood closest to Bakugou. The blond tracked Shinsou's trek back to his seat, satisfied for now that he was away from the green-haired Omega. 

"Yeah, Bakubro. He's unmarked. You can't get possessive over him again," Kirishima muttered, though the blond Alpha heard him. 

"You guys don't understand anything. He's still beneath me. Other than protecting his unmarked status, I could care less," he stomped from the room, his pheromones leaving the class silent. Midoriya ignored the painful ice pricks in his neck for two seconds before he was on his feet, running after the blond. He brushed past Aizawa who reached to grab him, missing by a hair. He turned to the class for an explanation. 

Midoriya followed the angry scent as it morphed to distress up to the roof. The blond stood next to the greenette's makeshift nest, his face curled in an unreadable expression. 

"Leave me alone, Deku," he whimpered, the pair flinching at the cold feeling that washed over them. 

"I can't do that, Kacchan. And you know that. I still care about you and you've got to understand that doing this to yourself again will hurt you!" he yelled back, clenching his fists as he approached the blond. Bakugou turned with a snarl, stopping Midoriya in his tracks.

"I'm sick of people telling me what to do!" he pulled at his hair. "Did you ever stop to think that I don't like you? That I might even hate you!"

"Then why did you take care of me! Why does my chest burn with every hurtful thing you say!"

"I pity you. You have been nothing but a Beta for years in my eyes. You broke my heart and I just want you to go away," Bakugou shoved Midoriya backwards, the male holding his footing as he shoved Bakugou back, his anger blocking out the crushing amount of pheromones that the blond was emitting.

"Liar! You don't get to talk about broken hearts! You bullied me for years because you are scared, Katsuki!" The moment his given name left the pink lips of the other male, Bakugou felt himself break. He was covered in ice, time almost frozen as he stared at him. Tears stung at his eyes as he moved to shove Midoriya again. He brought a hand up to punch the tear stained cheek in front of him. He hit him again with a string of curses, blood dotting the ground as Midoriya's lip busted, his nose cracking and Bakugou's knuckles split open. 

"I hate you more than I hate myself, Baka!" he spit, Midoriya finally tremoring on the ground beneath him as he took off into the school, his mind carrying his feet anywhere but there. 

Midoriya flinched as he reset his nose, coughing up the blood that was trickling down his throat. His face burned as tears rolled freely down his cheeks, mixing with the blood in their wake. The faint caramel scent surrounded him as he buried himself in the nest on the roof. He wanted to be furious with Bakugou. He wanted to follow him, and show him exactly how he felt. But the ice that began to clog his breathing and his thoughts got colder, freezing him in a curled up position under a pile of his mother's blankets, crying to no one.

I'm sorry. Don't hate me. I started writing. And well. That happened.. Whoopsies