Without You -BakuDeku Omegaverse

~TWENTY~

Okay, reminder. Same time frame. Midoriya is meeting with Midnight. So here is that chapter.

~1766 words

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Midoriya made his way to the office, a smile on his face as he caught the faded whiff of Bakugou on his jacket. He'd need to take that off to get an accurate reading of Midnight's training. He could feel the nerves jumping around in his chest as he caught sight of the sign stating which door was the office. He slowed his walk as he approached the door, sliding it open with care. Most of the teachers had gone home for the day, and Midoriya only saw Midnight's door open, as well as a few of the upper class teachers milling around as they all prepared to go home. 

"Come on in, Midoriya!" Midnight's voice filtered through her door, a calming scent wafting over the male. One of the other teachers glanced in Midoriya's direction, and he could feel the undertones of the Alpha teacher as the male looked him over. He hurried into Midnight's room, closing her door as she gestured for him to do so. The scents from the office were cut off as the latch clicked. Midnight smiled sweetly at the male as she stood from behind her desk. "Scent-proof room. Crucial for my training. Can't have anyone flipping out on me in the school" She giggled, offering the couch for Midoriya to sit. 

"So how exactly does this work?" Midoriya asked quietly as he set his bag down, sinking into the couch cushions.

"Well I want to start you out at the high school level so I can judge how much you've gotten on your own. We would have started this a lot younger for you, but we didn't want to trigger your heat here at the school before your body was ready" Midnight began setting up a machine in the corner of the room, her fingers expertly clicking through the programs to get it set up. "I have fifteen levels on each mode of the program, and we are always working to make it better. So we will begin on level one of the high school program. Make yourself comfortable. Focus on your breathing. Don't hold your breath. That'll make it worse. You have to make yourself reject the smell." Midnight nodded to him, waiting for confirmation before she began. 

Midoriya took a breath of his jacket, smiling at the caramel before pulling the jacket off, folding it over his bag, taking away the last bit of Bakugou's scent from himself. He knew it would distract him. Taking a fresh breath of the room, he nodded lightly to the female who just smiled back at him. He kept his breathing steady as she cut the machine on. He could smell the want in the artificial pheromones, and he felt himself getting light headed. Closing his eyes, he focused on his breathing, opening them once he felt that he was level. The pheromones had a hint of lemongrass behind them. He smiled lightly to himself. If he could relate the smells to his classmates he felt he could withstand them longer. 

The second level hit him harder, an earthy undertone to the scent. Kirishima couldn't control him like that, and as he told himself that, he felt his head clear, and the scent didn't hurt him again. The third had a vanilla scent, and Midoriya smiled at it. The thought of his mother as an Alpha was funny to him. His hands gripped the couch as an unfamiliar scent forced its way into his senses and he started his breathing techniques over again. He knew Midnight was in the room and wasn't going to let anything happen to him. He couldn't smell her though, and his eyes were focused on the ground as the scents increased. He wanted to succumb to it, let himself be submissive. Bakugou's voice in his head kept him calm as he let himself grow numb to the scent. He felt like his mate would be angry at him if he submitted to another Alpha. 

Midnight sat quietly beside the machine, turning the levels up as she listened to Midoriya's heart rate, and monitored his scent. She, herself, was wearing a scent patch so the Omega wouldn't catch on to her scent. She needed him to focus on the Alphas' scents only for the full experience of the testing. She cranked it up to level five and watched carefully as Midoriya's whole body stiffened and a whine escaped his throat. His breathing picked up and his eyes squeezed shut as he worked calming himself. His grip on the couch got stronger as he shifted his feet to push his knees together. She held her own breath, wanting to cut the machine off before he submitted. The wild beating of the male's heart slowly dipped back to a normal rate, and his grip loosened on the cushions as sweat formed on his forehead. Midnight tilted her head lightly, her eyes narrowing as Midoriya's scent returned to normal. She hesitantly pushed up to level six, biting her lip as a full mewl left Midoriya's mouth.