#alpha todoroki

He heads off first, not even bothering with the door and going right off the balcony which he opens as soon as he wakes to let the nice morning breeze in, but when he leaves he always makes sure to shut and lock it, not wanting you to get too cold as you doze in bed until it’s time for you to get up.

But this morning you had something to do at work even earlier than him. Of course you give him a kiss goodbye as he does for you, laughing when he groans but still accepting the code you make him this time.

You’re out the door and an hour later he’s getting ready to leave as well, but this time he doesn’t bother shutting the balcony. You’re not there to be disturbed so he doesn’t see much point in his still drowsy mind. And so he kicks off with the same speed he normally does.

When he comes home he’s instantly hit with the scent of your distress, panicked thinking he should have closed the doors and someone got in. But as he ventures deeper into the room he finds you kneeling on the bed, not crying but the occasional chirp escaping as you reorganize the blankets and pillows-all ones he’s loving bought with you in mind- only to become even more frustrated since it’s not the same as it was.

“Hey it’s alright I-“

He stops short as you fix him with a glare, pinning him in place as a low growl escapes. Not the playful one you’d give when he would hold things above your head as you jumped to get them. No, this one was pure anger. That if an Omega who promised to pounce and it sounded foreign coming from you.

“You could have just told me you didn’t like it.” You snap, leaving Keigo more confused than before. He tries to question you but you’re on a roll, abandoning your attempt to recreate your nest and turning on him, walking him back until he’s against the wall.

Even with all the situations he faces on the daily as a hero he can’t help but be more scared now than he is in any of those.

“Not only do I have to go to work early, but also have to deal with a bunch of clients who have contradicting demands and refuse to be on an email chain or discussion board together as well as a boss who thinks I can snap my fingers and have things done! Then I come home looking forward to nothing more than sinking into my perfectly constructed nest and reading, and you know what I find?”

Keigo swallows, biting his tongue, already realizing his mistake but far too late.

“Blankets everywhere! Not a single pillow left on the bed! Bare except for the sheets!”

You turn back around, still silently fuming as you go back to trying to get everything back in order.

Keigo can’t help but feel guilty, knowing you’d been under more pressure than normal at work and the last thing he wanted was to add to that. And so it’s with all the disposition of a locked puppy that he goes out to the kitchen, ordering your favorite takeout.

The smell when it arrives is enough to lure you from the bedroom, your frown easing just a fraction when you see the table set and Keigo standing awkwardly. He was a good mate. Amazing even. So the times that you were upset, truly upset, with him were far and few between and each time it happened left you both feeling awkward.

What finally broke you was when he offered up his jacket, freshly scented and an item you often covered and stole from him during your heats. It wasn’t something he often let you have apart from those times, distracted by your scent all day when he got it back, so for him to do so now was more of an apology than words.

Hesitantly you accept the olive branch, trying to be subtle as you sniff the fabric before slipping it on, practically purring at the fit.

“I really like your nest.” He says, slowly wrapping his arms around you, pleased when you don’t pull away as he rests his chin on your head. “Promise I’ll be more careful.”

You sigh, still mad but also recognizing his attempt to make you feel better. It might not have been as bad if today at work had gone better, but all of it adding up was just too much to handle. He was reckless, but not malicious.

“You better, or else I’m moving my nest to the storage closet.”

“I’d be too small for us both in there.” Keigo complains, pulling you closer as his wings fold around you. When it came to it he sure knew how to lay it on thick, but even so you couldn’t help but feel a bit better as his hands rubbed the tension from your shoulders, already eyeing the takeout containers.

Shinso

He loves nest. This man is bone tired ever day and there’s nothing he loves more than collapsing into your nest at the end and curling up with you. Whenever you’re feeling skittish or upset and just want to be alone in it he understands and sleeps in your shared room alone while you stay in the guest room that had been converted into your personal nesting area.

You both don’t normally sleep there but it’s cozy and a nice way to end the day after coming back from work. It was all the more lonely when you weren’t there but he managed. Just as he did before he met you.

He’s well informed on the topic, much more than anyone would expect for a Beta, often giving advice to others when they’re in trouble. It’s not so much about knowing the technical aspects but being able to read the individual Omega and what they would want or need for their nest and Shinso is particularly good at it.

His nesting skills aren’t that bad actually. He liked to make them for himself in his younger years even if some of the others liked to tease him for it. Jokes on them because you certainly didn’t seem to mind, impressed with his knowledge on both construction and etiquette surrounding them. Especially because you were particular about your nest even for an Omega.

You could notice the slightest change in anything and he was honestly impressed with your observation skills. Sometimes it came back to bite him though.

Shinso stumbled through the dark apartment, trying not to trip as he continued his frantic search. He was already late waking up, the power going out in the middle of the night and knocking his clock out, and it didn’t help that he had stayed awake late last night so you could watch the latest episode of the series you were both watching.

Now he couldn’t find his bag, frantically searching his mind for where he could have left it and kicking himself for not using the hanger you had installed for him by the door to avoid this exact situation. He was doing his best not to let you in on the situation, knowing you would tease him about it, even as you got ready in the bathroom by the light of a candle. Your own time to head into work was a bit later and it had been you that had woken him up, surprised he was still there.

The faintest memory flashed through his mind. Coming home yesterday and immediately collapsing onto the couch with you, laughing as he chucked his shoes back down the hallway with impressive aim. He’d also slung his bag down in favor of burying himself under the blankets and on top of you.

Wheeling back to the living room he found the couches just as it had been when you went to bed, piled with blankets and pillows. After a bit of searching he emerged triumphant, tossing it over his shoulder and calling a goodbye over his shoulder as he bolted out the door to make it on time for his train.

He made it with time to spare, panting as he pulled out his phone to check the time. Along with a few other notification he saw that there was a notification from the building manager that the power would be restored by that afternoon. You’d floated the idea of getting takeout for dinner if you couldn’t use the stove to cook, but it seemed those plans were out the window.

Shinso got to work on time after all, putting his things away in his locker and slipping into his costume. He had the early patrol route with Uzui, one of the newer inters he was supposed to be showing the ropes. Though Shinso had his own suspicions it was simply to torture him. Despite her quirk that allowed her to slow time within a specific radius, the young woman never seemed to stop moving. It was like she drank coffee and energy drinks all day and he’d never seen her look even remotely tired.

Today was no different, meeting her just outside the changing rooms where she was already bouncing on her heels and talking with a group of office workers who were still bleary eyed and chugging coffee. They seemed grateful for the rescue, not guilty in the slightest as Uzui turned her attention to him.

“Good morning!” False. It had been an awe full morning. Shinso just hoped that nothing happened to make it worse.

“I saw that there was a power outage in your area! Have you gotten it back yet? Is it going to affect the train schedule? Did you sleep late? Is that why you look so tired?” She paused, eyes narrowing. “Well, more tired than normal.”

Shinso sighed, not bothering to answer her questions as he made his way for the door. He might have felt a bit worse if he also didn’t know there would be a hundred more.

It was going to be a long day.

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Shinso’s locker slammed shut, resting his head against the cool metal while trying to ignore the ache in his leg where he’d been struck earlier while restraining someone, distracted by another one of Uzui’s questions and allowing them to get a lucky strike.

The hours felt all too long and he was just thankful the report was simple enough that he didn’t need to stay late. You’d be home already and maybe finally let him into your nesting room after being shut out the past week.

When he exited he found Uzui already there and just barely stopped himself from turning right back around.

“Can you sign for my hours today? And put the report number down to count towards my practical experience?”

He sighed, grabbing the offered paper and pen to scribble the information, ra king his brain trying to remember the number for the report. As he did so Uzui leaned in closer, her nose twitching.

“I’m glad I was able to catch you since you’ll be off work next week.”

Shinso paused, his signature trailing off as he looked at the young hero.

“You know, because of your mate? They’re going into heat, right?”

Some may consider it rude, but while Uzui could be annoying she also had a nose like no other and seemed to use it to further terrorize others. She could know everyone you’d hung out with in the past 48 hours even if you scrubbed your skin raw.

There was no reason for him not to believe her and he was more so surprised. Your heat wasn’t supposed to be for another two weeks and you were rarely off schedule. Shinso took it with a smidge of pride as it was a silent proclamation that he was giving his mate a safe, stable environment.

He wracked his brain, trying to think of any of the signs to show it was coming but he’d been so busy it was hard to recall. Sure you were a bit more protective of your nest than normal but as it approached you normally were more open with it, wanting him to put his scent over everything. What-

He paused, noting the way Uzui’s attention seemed to be over his shoulder. On his backpack. The same one he’s dug from the pile of blankets and pillows that had been living on the couch for the past week. What he assumed had been there due to you both being too busy to move them.

There was only one other time when you had made a nest outside its designated area, spurred on by the stress at work and Shinso’s increasing absence earlier on in his career. You’d been so worried about missing him when he was home that you’d set up camp in the living room to catching him as he was coming in going. He hadn’t even thought about it happening again but now a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. As if he’d eaten a bowl of rocks. Something he would have done over what he did, remembering the way he’d carelessly tossed everything off the couch that morning.

He practically threw the papers back at Uzui, leaving her puzzled as he dashed out the door.

Shortly after he found himself standing in front of the apartment door, your favorite takeout in hand as well as a puzzle to add to your collection, of which you liked to do at night while you lounged together.

The lights were on when he entered, allowing him to see the mess he’d left earlier in his haste. They lay in the same crumpled heat, the living room devoid of your presence that had been a constant the past few days. What really hit him was the bitter tinge to your scent, a mix of distress and anger that always made his nerves burn with distaste.

Shinso crept through the hall, cautiously making his way closer to your nesting room where he could hear you moving about. The scent only grew stronger and he felt all the worse. He couldn’t even remember the last time it was this bad, feeling as if it were clinging to his throat like a thick glue.

The door was cracked, allowing him to see the way you stood in front of the bed, arms clutching tightly to hold yourself together. His own anxiety must have peaked enough to draw attention, your head whipping over to where he stood. But instead of chastising or slamming the door in his face he was surprised when you flung yourself at him, chirping your distress as you latched on. He nearly dropped his bags, barely managing to set them down in time.

He tried to soothe you- crooning as load as he can, though it’s nowhere near as loud as the rumble that alphas can produce- but the tears wouldn’t stop, feeling like a slap in the face as you wimpered.

“Shinso, my nest-“

“I’m sorry. I understand if you want me to leave for the night.” He said, trying to keep his anger in check. His instincts screamed to take care of whatever had caused this but he knew he only had himself to blame. The words wavered even more than your own, making you draw back in surprise. Enough so that your tears had stopped for the moment.

“What?”

“I’m a shitty mate. I don’t don’t deserve you, I-“

He’s cut off as your hands grab his face, confusion coloring your own.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your nest? The one on the couch?” He’s confused by your reaction but don’t fight against your touch, in fact leaving further into it as it calms him in turn.

“I don’t have be one on the couch.”

Your admission only makes him more confused. Why had you been so upset?

“But then why did you say-“

“The maitanence workers.” You turn back to the bed, looking over the carefully constructed mess that sits there. “They had to get to the fuse box to test that it was working after resetting the power. They moved all my stuff and put their scent in the room.”

Your nose wrinkles in disgust. Shinso realizes you’re right as he takes a deep breath, the muted smell of others lingering. It’s obvious that you’d tried to get as much of it out as possible but it still lingered in a way that was distasteful to you both.

“Oh, you brought dinner?”

The intrusion of your nest is momentarily forgotten, excited to see the familiar takeout box sitting next to him.

“Would you mind scenting the room to get their smell out while I plate these up?”

Shinso could only nod as you placed a kiss on his cheek before retreating to the kitchen, hardley able to believe his luck as he layered his scent thickly over everything. By the time you came back the place reeked of him and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Much to his delight he was allowed to stay, his offerings even to gain him entry.

“Why did you think my nest was in the living room?” You ask as you fit another puzzle piece into place, brows furrowed as you try to assemble a large area that all looked the same.

“Ah, Uzui mentioned you were near your heat, and with everything else going on I thought you might have decided to put it somewhere else again.” His face reddens as you laugh.

You knew about the intern, finding her positively endearing after catching them out and about together.

“That was one time! Besides, my heat is still a few weeks away. Tell her to get her nose checked.”

“Yeah yeah.” Shinso halfheartededly agreed, pulling you back into his chest as he felt his eyes grow heavier, your scent mingling with his and only growing stronger as you scented him, purring all the while.

He often considered himself a lucky Beta but now more so than ever.

Unfortunately he wouldn’t get to talk to Uzui until the following week, your heat in fact coming early, much to Shinso’s amusement and your annoyance.

Bakugo

Despite what people think he doesn’t have a secret gentle side no matter who you are. He’s straight forward with everything in his life and that includes his mate. Straightforward, but not rude. He just prefers honesty and doesn’t have the patience to be tiptoeing around things, especially when it comes to you.

Honestly it’s a bit refreshing from the normal treatment that Omegas get. He’s not a brute but won’t let you push him around, while still indulging in your desires. He’s not the type to get you new nesting material just because he saw it, but if he knows you’re needing something new or you’ve had a rough time lately and need a pick me up he’ll get it. It saves you the headache that some other Omegas have of having to go through your collection every few months and weed things out.

You knew how he was when he first asked to court you and were under no impression that he would change. And while he is softer towards you than anyone else, it’s still not the mushy, head over heels way that others can be. He looks out for you and cares for you in his own way. That might not be the usual PDA that mates display-even if he’s insistent on you scenting each other whenever you’re leaving the house, he would only ball at the idea of doing so in public- but he still does his own things.

Making sure you make it to the bed when you fall asleep on the couch, knowing you’ll be hurting in the morning if you don’t. Ensuring you get the proper nutrients during your heat when all you want to eat is instant ramen and juice, even if that means pulling himself away long enough to go make a proper meal at least twice a day. He won’t let you cling to him like a swims skin in public, but best believe that his hand is holding yours in an iron-tight grip.

Still, you never thought he would do this.

You stand in the doorway, hardley able to believe your eyes. Surely you must still be asleep on the plane, still coming back from the conference you were at for two weeks. That you hadn’t come back to find your nest completely gone.

No blankets or pillows. No plushies or carefully selected garments.

All gone.

You’re still there when Bakugo comes home, finding you in the living room, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you. Your travel bag was still on the floor, unpacked, as if the silent tears rolling down your face wasn’t enough.

His eyes lock with yours, widening as he realizes something is truly wrong, long legs eating the distance as he crouches in front of you.

It’s not how he expected to see you after two weeks of being away from each other, normally more eager to greet him. Or, when you got home late, he’s there by the door to greet you and take your bags.

“What’s wrong?” His voice could have been a bit more gentle, more soothing, but he’s too put on edge by your distress to care.

Find the problem and fix it. Simple.

“It’s gone.”

Bakugo didn’t have to ask what it was. He already knew as well as you did that he was the one who had gotten rid of it.

For months he’s been grumbling about the mess in the corner of the living room that made up your nest but there was nowhere else to put it. You didn’t like the height of beds or other furniture and felt too claustrophobic and cramped to put it in the tub. The bedroom was too small to even have it in the corner of without being in the way and so the living room had been the only option. You didn’t have guest over that often, and when you did you would clean all the items up and put them away even if it was a pain to do every time.

And now he’s went and gotten rid of it while you were gone, part of you angry but a larger part of you hurt that he’d done so. Moving, or even touching an Omega’s nest was a big no. Not if you valued your relationship with them.

Bakugo paused, taking a deep breath before picking you up much to your displeasure. You weren’t too happy with him at the moment and in the time he was gone had seriously begun thinking about your relationship.

But before you could fight too much he sets you back down on your feet, now in front of the half-bath just down the hall from your room.

Except when he opened the door it wasn’t a bathroom, shocked to see it resembled the reference photos you had saved for a nesting room. But these weren’t photos, complete with everything including a small fridge tucked away in the corner.

You recognized the familiar items that normally made up your nest tuck at the far end of the wall. They sat atop a heating pad that separated it from the newly laid flooring.

“Now you don’t have to get all antsy when other people are coming and get too close to your nest.” Mumbling, he crosses his arms. “Don’t even use this one anyways so I figured why not make it something actually useful.”

You turn to Bakugo, wide eyed and lip still trembling as a wave of tears rolled down your face. Not from devastation but joy, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, not caring for the dirt that still clung to him for work as you purred.

“Eh?! Stop acting like it’s some big deal! Now I don’t have to trip over it in the mornings.” Despite his words you could feel the deep rumbles as he preened at your reaction, clearly pleased.

You let go, slipping inside to explore more and excited to see a new blanket made entirely of the same material as your favorite shirt of his. It’s perfect, from the color of the walls to the shelves that had replaced the sink and toilet. Where the shower once was sat a pile of materials both old and new, much to your delight.

When Bakugo tried to follow he was quickly pushed back out, the door shut in his face.

“What the hell?!”

“You still moved my stuff!” You shouted from behind the door, not bothering to lock it as you began sorting through all the items. “No nest for you for a week.”

He grumbled, annoyed but knowing there would be no changing your mind. Instead he got up, grabbing your travel bag and already starting to sort through the items of what he could toss in with his clothes.

Shoto

This man has both little time and a decent amount of money from his hero work, so I imagine that for a good chunk of his professional life he’s hired someone to come and clean his place. Plus, he’s contributing to the economy.

Even before you’re officially mates and are just courting he likes to ensure that you have everything you need, even if he’s not entirely sure what that is.

He often goes to his siblings for advice, a bit more socially adept than him, but still manages to make a mistakes on occasion. He’s grateful that you’re understanding of his upbringing, not taught to care too much for the comfort of Omegas until his later teen years.

It wasn’t helped by the fact that a lot of Omegas found him to be intimidating even when he developed a bit more social tact, his scent rather striking and overpowering. But somehow he had managed to find you, and despite all his (many) blunders when courting you, you agreed to be his.

Still, old habits are hard to break. With how his job is he’s grown used to giving orders and expecting them to be followed, confident in his decisions. Just as always people listen to what he says. A natural born leader.

He just sometimes wishes they wouldn’t.

Shoto steps inside the house, finding it the same as he would any other Thursday. Even if he had graduated and launched to quick success in his career you still had some college classes to finish, and he was more than happy to support you in any way he could.

Despite your busy schedule you still tried to do everything by yourself as much as you could, and he could already smell dinner coming from the kitchen. It was something you insisted you enjoyed doing along with packing his lunches and he found food always tasted better when coming from you.

A soft melody came from the kitchen, playing music off your phone as you worked. He called a greeting as he passed by, catching sight of you in front of the stone as he passed by towards the bedroom.

But as soon as he stepped inside an odd feeling overtook him. Normally the moment he stepped through the door he felt a bit more at ease just knowing he could relax without worry. But now he felt on edge. As if something were wrong but he didn't know what.

Moving to change, he stripped his shirt and tossed it into the hamper which had been overflowing that morning. It now sat empty thanks to the housekeepers who had been by earlier in the day, and whom he had made sure to give instructions that everything in the house was to be washed. With your heat and exams coming up he knew you wouldn't want anyone in the house, and he wanted to make sure you wouldn't have to worry about any sort of laundry for a good while. Even the bed was freshly washed and crisply made.

As he walked back to the kitchen, he passed the nook that served as your day-to-day nesting corner. Normally it was packed full of books and any puzzles you were working on, lost amidst the sea of blankets pillows, and his clothes. But instead of a chaotic mess he was greeted with a neatly organized corner. The blankets and other fabrics were there, but neatly folded on top of one another.

You didn’t fold your nesting material. When it got too old it was washed and put right back in place. A comforting constant you could return to and ever since he’d known you Shoto had rarely seen you change what was in it apart from a few things of his, which he also noted were missing.

The chances of you leaving them in such a way? None.

Shoto’s body tensed, looking towards the kitchen where you remained. He crept closer with caution, a new caution to his steps as he approached. You remained with your back to him. Knife in hand and vegetables untouched in front of you.

It had been easy to miss with the sound of the music you were listening to but the light tremble of your shoulders told him all he needed to know.

Without a word he wrapped his arms around you, unsurprised when you turned and immediately hurried your face in his chest. Tears quickly soaked through his shirt and the smell of your distress finally peaked through the aroma of spices coming from the stove. You must have done so on purpose, just like the music.

Once, you admitted feeling bad about putting your worries on him after he had picked you up from Uraraka's place after a girl's night, drinking just enough to let your tongue loose. With everything he did as a hero you knew he had a lot to deal with and didn't want to add anything to it.

Very few times in his life compared to how crappy he felt in that moment, and it was a big push for him to try and be more open with others to try and encourage you to do the same even after he assured you it wasn't a bother.

Your problems were his and vice versa. That's what being mates meant. You cared for each other. Something he felt like he failed to do as he gathered you into his arms.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to tell them not to touch your nest."

"It's fine." You hiccup, aggressively trying to wipe away the tears only for more to take their place. "They were only doing their jobs."

Shoto didn't try to stop your crying, letting you get all of it out as he held you. He rubbed his hands along your back, lightly scenting you as his chest vibrated with deep rumbling purrs. A rare treat from him, still a bit uncomfortable with the practice even after all your time together. He was always worried he sounded too intimidating. Kaminari had once told him instead of comforting it sounded a predator about to pounce.

"You can remake it. I'll scent everything you need. You can even have my winter uniform to put in there." That had you perking up a bit, the breathable fabric one of your favorites yet still rejecting the blankets he had made of same material stating it wasn't the same. Finally, you pull back far enough back for him to see your face. Your tears have stopped even if your eye remain red and puffy, but your scent has gone back more towards what it normally is.

“Sorry. I know it’s dumb.” You mumble.

“No. I was dumb for not thinking about it.”

“You’ve been busy. We both have. I know you were just trying to help.” You smile and Shoto feels his own lift in response. “You can help me remake it after dinner, then quiz me for my exam Monday.”

“Sounds perfect to me.” Shoto pressed a kiss to your forehead, drawing a small laugh from you, turning back to continue with dinner as he remained close by, a rare display of clinginess.

"Shoto. Shoto, let me change your bandge." You reach out and try again to wrap the bandage around his ribs. It's the last thing you need to do. It took you about thirty minutes to change his arm cast and fifteen to get him to swallow his pills. "Shoto," you sigh, feeling him move out of your reach again.

You sigh from frustration and sit back, crossing your arms. "Shoto, why are you being so stubborn? I'm trying to help you."

"I don't need your help," the first words he uttered since the whole ordeal started.

"Oh?" you shrug, "ok." You get up from your spot, kneeling on the bed, setting the bandage wrap on the edge, out of Shoto's reach. "Alright then, come get the bandage and re-wrap yourself," you say, crossing your arms and looking at him.

Shoto's head turns, looking at it, and then turns back. "Don't need it."

You roll your eyes, turning around. "You have actually got to be kidding me. Shoto, come on. Stop being so difficult. Just accept my help. It's not the end of the world." It's silent for a few more seconds. "For someone so hurt, you sure are moving around a lot to avoid my help."

"I wanna go in my den."

You sigh again, your head hanging low. "You cannot be serious." You get up and walk to the door. "I am going to go make dinner. And when I come back, we are going to eat, but before that, you are going to stop fighting me so I can change your bandages. Because I swear to god, Shoto, if I have to call the doctor and order a sedation drug, I will."

You walk into the kitchen, taking a breath and trying to calm down. You decide to make some quick cold soba, hoping maybe that'll be a good bribe toward him; maybe getting him to corporate. It doesn't take long, and sooner enough, you're walking back toward the bedroom again.

"Alright," you begin, setting the bowl on the nightstand and sitting next to him. "I need you to eat, and I need you to let me change your bandages otherwise I can't take you to your den Shoto. I need you to work with me."

The other reason you're so bent on getting his bandages changed and in a comfortable spot is cause his rut is due to hit soon. You can smell it, his scent stronger, and obviously his attitude is declining, but the doctor specifically told you he can't do any of those activities, not while he's still recovering.

You decide to take another approach. "Please, alpha? I need you to let me take care of you." He sighs, and you can tell if you want to do anything, this's your opportunity. You grab the bandages, start the process, and do it quickly but carefully, and finally, his bandages are changed, and you can relax. "Ya know, if I ever get hurt like this, I hope you realize I'm getting you back good."

Your clarity only lasts a few minutes, those minutes ending when a strong, musky scent bleeds through the air. His rut.

Kirishima:

Kirishima’s scent is crisp apple, and a little earthy.

He’s not aggressive at all, unless someone is making an omega uncomfortable, or hurting them in some way.

When Kirishima sees how uncomfortable you are as an alpha tries to force you to accept a courting gift, he jumps in to help you.

The way you looked up at him with awe and profusely thanked him made his heart skip a few beats.

Kirishima knew that he wanted to court you, but he wanted to start out by simply getting to know you.

You felt extremely safe around him, so you were always found right by his side.

He is the one to make the first move in starting a courtship, gifting you a sculpture made from rock.

You give him a watch that you had made with the help of your grandfather.

Denki:

Denki’s scent is fruity, and the smell of rain.

He’s not aggressive unless he gets taunted too much.

He isn’t very good at interacting with omegas as they made his instincts go into hyperdrive.

Denki is surprised when he finds out that you are an omega as you make him feel more calm than alert for your safety.

He did like it though, so he was quick in coming up with a plan to court you.

Denki watches closely to find out your likes and dislikes, leading him to give you a giant stuffed animal he made and scented.

You accept it and gift him with a charm that you made of one of his favorite characters.

Midoriya:

Midoriya’s scent is strawberry.

He is very good at staying calm, unless he sees someone in trouble/distress, which causes his instincts to come out more.

He bumps into a child while on patrol, only to find you, her babysitter, a few minutes later.

With the girl falling asleep in his arms, you ask Midoriya if he can carry her home, since she’s finally asleep after hours of you trying to get her to nap.

After that, Midoriya finds himself spending time with you, his inner alpha going crazy to court you.

He courts you by writing a letter, since it’s easier for him to get everything out on paper rather than saying it.

You give him a bracelet that has some charms of All Might on it.

Todoroki:

Todoroki’s scent is sweet and lemony.

Nothing really aggravates him, but he won’t hesitate to defend someone, especially when they can’t defend themselves.

There are plenty of people, alphas, betas, and omegas, who try to court him, but he just isn’t interested in them. He wants to experience real love.

When you enter Todoroki's life, you’re just another person in his friend group, but over time he feels something change.

He begins to feel the need to be around you more, and have more of your comforting touch, especially when you play with his hair.

When you write him a letter as a courting gift, he accepts it, giving you a special stone somehow made of fire and ice.

Tamaki:

Tamaki’s scent is blueberry.

He is not aggressive at all, unless he absolutely has to be.

No one seems to find any interest in him due to his timid nature, so he loses hope of ever finding someone to court.

You change that when you pick him, out of everyone, to be partners during a project.

Tamaki clings to you whenever he feels nervous, but you don’t mind at all, even making yourself available whenever he needs to go somewhere with a large crowd.

You know you’ll have to start the courting process, so you make an octopus charm for him.

He accepts it, and, although he feels like he might pass out from happiness, he manages to make you an octopus plush.

Hawks:

Hawk’s scent is the natural outdoors smell, and rain.

He can be very aggressive, but keeps a level head most of the time.

A lot of alphas throw themselves at Hawks, but he denies to start a courtship with any of them.

He ends up having to catch you during a villain attack since he accidentally causes you to get thrown off of a roof.

Unlike the typical reaction that he usually gets, you hit him for causing the accident to happen in the first place.

After that, Hawks constantly bugs you, in which he gets the same result of you ignoring him, but he just can’t stay away.

After some time, he gives you a necklace as a courting gift.

To his surprise, you accept and give him a drawing you made of him.

Aizawa:

Aizawa’s scent is Lavender.

He is good at hiding his aggressive nature, but it still comes out every once in a while.

He has known that a new nurse would be joining UA, but he never expected it to impact him.

When you entered the office to help patch him up, he became uncharacteristically flustered, causing a slight blush on his cheeks.

He would often visit your office to spend time with you, and to scent you so that others would know to stay away.

He wants to wait for you to court him.

When you approach him with a cat plushy for him to scent for you, he is more than willing to do so.

Aizawa, in return, gives you a ring.

Dabi:

Dabi’s scent smells like a campfire.

He doesn’t even try to hide his aggression, causing omegas to steer clear of him.

When he is walking down an alleyway, Dabi bumps into you.

He attempts to rob you, in which you simply move around him, and when he goes for his gun it is now in your hands.

You smile at him before throwing it back to him, making a snide remark.

Dabi can’t believe you’re an omega, but he finds himself drawn towards you nonetheless.

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Dabi nudged you forward out into the crisp night air, following closely behind and pulling you into the shadows of the night as the two of you took in the battle scene in front of you. Spinner and the Dragon hero Ryuku were the two closest to you, whereas Endeavor, Shigaraki, Aizawa and Kurogiri were all fighting on the other side of the torn apart parking lot. You barely caught a glimpse of ice slicing through the air, met by blue flames just around the edge of the building as Dabi guided you forward and into the hiding space behind some bushes that had yet to be disrupted. Dabi was silent as he pointed to a building down the street, a warehouse just two blocks away. If you two could get over there, Dabi could get you to safety and then go provide help for the others

There wasn’t much coverage between here and the building though. You would have to sprint and hope that no one noticed the two of you. Dabi’s eyes were fixated on the battle, a slightly worried look crossing his features when you both noticed that the heroes seemed to have the upper hand. Reaching out your hand to intertwine with his, getting his attention on you, you pressed a quick peck to his lips, your fingers squeezing around his briefly before you nodded towards the warehouse in the distance, tugging on him lightly.

You needed to get to safety. If you could get away, then Dabi could go back and help the others. Everyone could still get out of this. Especially if your decoys got their jobs done.

With one look back to the battlefield, Dabi nodded, giving you a short count down with his fingers, waiting for the opportune time for Spinner to get the dragon-heroes back to the both of you before the two of you took off down the street.

Your feet pounded against the concrete as you forced your legs to move as fast as they could, Dabi racing along just behind you glancing behind himself every few feet to see what was going on. You were halfway there! So close and you’d be safe, at least for the moment. You barely turned your head to look at Dabi, hope blooming in your chest only to come crashing down as you were tackled to the ground, a flash of ice and fire flying past you, the bunny hero blocking your vision as she held down your struggling body.

“Stop struggling- damn omega’s.” She roughly rolled you onto your stomach pinning your arms behind your back despite your kicking and scratching at her skin, hisses leaving your lips as you spit at her. Your resistance didn’t matter though, the alpha rabbit hero was much stronger than you were, pressing her knee to your back to hold you down as she spoke into the coms.

“I’ve located and captured the omega. She’s unharmed but she’s fighting.”

You could hear a staticky voice speaking through the other end of the line from the comms in her ear but couldn’t understand it. You tried to focus, searching your field of vision for ice or fire, any sign of Dabi or Shoto, but you couldn’t see them. Could only hear the sounds of fighting in the distance and a persistent ringing in your ear.

“Got it, I will evacuate the omega and come back to assist.”

“No! Let go of me!” You screamed, thrashing about as the alpha picked you up throwing you over her shoulder, with ease, a glimpse of blue catching your eyes in the distance, followed by a flash of orange light.

The alpha ignored your hits and struggles, shifting so she had a good hold of you preparing to take off with her enhanced rabbit like speed. You couldn’t help the sob that broke out from your lips, feeling the panic of the situation starting to take over. If she got you away, you might never see Dabi again. Or Shigaraki, or Kurogiri, Spinner, Toga, Twice-

“Let her go. Now.” Twice’s voice rang out making the hero take pause, both voices agreeing for once with a matching ferocity. Twice’s normally confusing mixed scent was sharp and heavy in the air. Gone were any notes of sweetness coming from the beta, all that remained was a rotten scent that burned your nose, making your eyes water.

You felt the sudden stiffness in the rabbit hero, felt the second she tensed up, a shift in her own scent making you freeze as well, glancing around with what little movement you still had while she still clutched you tightly. In a circle, all around you, trapping the rabbit hero in place, stood the copies of the same figure, his face no longer comically switching from emotion to emotion, a matching look of hatred on each face, his black and grey uniform tattered and soaked in blood in the exact same place on each clone.

“Shit.” You heard the hero mutter under her breath, shifting her stance as she took in the same information you did. Twice had duplicated himself, not once, not twice, but six times and it looked like he was still going, all his anger converged onto one spot, the rabbit hero.

“Hawks… Hawks come in. I need assistance… Twice duplicated himself. Hawks!” The hero screeched into his comms unit as she twisted this way and that, narrowly dodging the nimble attacks coming at her from all sides. But she couldn’t dodge all of them, she was very much so outnumbered at this point, and one solid kick to her gut had her loosing her grip on you, one of the duplicates catching you before you slammed against the ground, pulling you away from her grasp as the rest of them converged onto her.

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Shigaraki took in the scene around him, anxiety creeping up his throat making him itch as he met eyes with the flame hero in front of him. He was trapped. Kurogiri was all but caught and there was no way out this time. The flame hero wasn’t giving the villain any chance to get near him let alone touch him. At first Shigaraki had the upper hand, with his speed and reactions, but Endeavor proved himself to be better in drawn out battles. The scrannier alpha was already wearing out, growing frustrated. Whereas Endeavor, while he wasn’t in the best condition, he was definitely still ready to fight, still madly grinning and taunting the villain opposite him.

Watching the fired up alpha in front of him, ignoring his rants, Shigaraki couldn’t help but compare him to the blue flamed alpha that had become one of his closest friends. He wasn’t sure how he didn’t see the similarities before, they both were so full of themselves, yet both had, annoyingly, the strength to back it up.

With his back to the building behind him, fire on either side of him raging, the only place Shigaraki could go was straight forwards. Straight to Endeavor. He barely registered the pain from the scratching at his neck. This wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go. What should he do…

A million thoughts ran through his mind as he tuned out the sounds of Endeavor insisting the villain just give up, just turn himself in, but Shigaraki’s brain kept looping back to the same one, the briefest of sad smiles that had crossed his omega’s lips when she had seen the Lilly he left on her window. He had only paused briefly, looking back in the dark night, seeking out her pale face in her window. Her eyes searched the ground for his shadowy figure, but he knew she couldn’t locate him. He was just about to turn away when her eyes landed on the little white flower, delicate fingers wrapping around the stem, he lips tilting up ever so slightly before a choked sob rang out through the night. He had stood there for far longer than he planned, listening to the sounds of her crying, his fingers scratching away insistently at his neck before he finally forced himself to leave.

He knew she was here. He wasn’t stupid. While she was decent enough at hiding her scent to others, he had always been hypersensitive to it, picking it out of a crowd blocks away. It had exploded in his mind the second that the walls had come down, sticking to the outskirts of the battlefield. He couldn’t help but be furious at the fact that she was here, at the fact that she was being put into danger again, because of him, again.

If he was able to get out of here, he had half a mind to snatch her up and force her to go with him, it worked for Dabi so why couldn’t he try it?

Because she would hate him even more than she already did.

But Shigaraki wasn’t sure he would care if it meant she was safe.  

He couldn’t control the deep inhale he took, how her scent filled all of his senses, seeming far closer than it was before, and he couldn’t help but revel in the solace he found in that honey soaked scent. If he did die here today, at least he got to be near her one more time. Just being near her was enough.

No one even saw it coming, the blast that took Endeavor off of his feet, embedding him into the concrete wall of the building across the street. Nor did they know what to do when they saw where the blast came from, the fighting on the field pausing as everyone watched in shock.

The yellow swirling shockwaves fizzled out, leaving deep blue eyes staring into flaring red one’s, a look of angry determination on her face. Without hesitation she propelled herself forward with her quirk, closing the distance between herself and the villain in front of her, dropping to her feet just a few feet away. A challenge in her eyes.

“Nejire stay back! What are you doing!” Her mentor yelled, pushing off of the ground and into the air, flinging Spinner away from her using her tail as she raced to get to her sidekick.

She was too slow though. It all happened so fast, one heartbeat and Shigaraki was staring at the periwinkle-haired heroin in front of him, a feral smile breaking across his features as understanding flit across his face, words floating through a silent bond between them, the next his hands were around her throat, all ten fingers touching as he pulled her against him, his thumbs tilting her head up to meet his lips against hers.

The shriek of agony that left the dragon heros mouth as Nejire’s palm moved up, her quirk shooting out to blast the dragon away as she neared the two echoed throughout the entire block, her focus remaining on the alpha in front of her, fingers of her other hand sliding into his hair as he pressed further against her a growl of approval rumbling through the air.

Finally, they separated, but Shigaraki’s fingers stayed around her throat, mist surrounding the two, Shigaraki smirking wildly as Aizawa slumped to the floor, tears filling his eyes as he struggled to keep them focused on the villain in front of him, anger flashing through his face as he took in the scene of his previous student, promising young hero, and the UA traitor.

It wasn’t until the mist almost swallowed them whole did Shigaraki drop his hold, instead moving three fingers to caress the young omega’s cheek looking down at her with something that made Aizawa’s blood boil.

The shock that crossed Shigaraki’s face, however, was worth it, as Aizawa’s binding cloth tightened itself around Nejire’s waist, yanking her from the villains grip and back towards the ground out of the mist. A shriek of pure agony leaving her lips as she fought against his hold. Shigaraki reaching his hand out towards the omega only to be swallowed whole by the mist and disappearing completely.  

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Your feet ached, your lungs burned, your eyes were filled with tears making it hard to see, but none of that would stop you. Forcing yourself to ignore the pain you shot forward, you had to go faster, you had to make it in time.

There. Fifty yards in front of you, a mixture of blue and red flames, ice slicing through the air as they danced around each other. The two alphas were ruthless with each other, neither of them holding back as they fought. Their scents tainted by the metallic scent of blood in the air, the smell only spurring you to push your legs faster as your chest constricted in fear. Fear for your mate, fear for your friend. Fear for them both.

Dabi narrowly dodged a spear of ice sent his way, only to spin around and throw a column of his blue flames towards the younger alpha, only to be met with Shoto’s own flames, the colors meeting in the middle just for Shoto’s flames to quickly become overpowered by Dabi’s, Shoto having to quickly slam an ice barrier in place before he was engulfed in blue fire.

Shoto moved quickly, shooting ice from his right hand, sliding on it and looping around Dabi, circling him as he threw ice attack after ice attack with deadly accuracy. Dabi countered with his own attacks doing little more than simple melting the ice spears before they could land a hit, before he got fed up, slamming his fist to the ground blue fire erupting out from him in a wide circle, melting Shoto’s ice causing him to trip and tumble to the ground.

Neither male slowed at all, Shoto rolling out of the way of a shot from Dabi, only to jump to his feet and throw his own attack back, countering Dabi’s fire with his own once again meeting in the middle. You could see it now, the way that it was taking incrementally longer for Dabi’s flames to overcome Shoto’s. Dabi was still stronger, still at the advantage at this point, but he was quickly wearing down. You were growing closer, fear striking your heart as you noticed the single streak of blood dripping from the staples under his eyes. He was going to burn himself up if you didn’t stop them.

You weren’t the only one noticing he was being run down though. Shoto’s eyes lighting up with a newfound determination as he sent blast after blast, ice spear after ice spear towards the dark haired alpha, creating new pathways for him to slide along in a wide circle around him, Dabi barely keeping up now as he melted the ice while still countering the fire attacks at the same time.  

All at once everything shifted, time feeling like it slowed down to a crawl as you watched Shoto shift from sliding on ice, to standing still his stance wide. You felt like you were running through molasses watching as Shoto brough both of his hands together, his right-hand curling into a fist minus his first two fingers, pointed directly at Dabi, his left curling around the outside of his other hand as he aimed, bracing himself. Your heart plunged at the sight, as you lunged forward. You had only seen him do this move once before, back in a training session, and Shoto had immediately ruled it as too dangerous to be used in a fight, only to be used as a last resort. It wasn’t just dangerous; it could kill a person.

He didn’t care at this point if he hurt the villain in front of him. To him, that villain had kidnapped his omega, had hurt them, forced them into a bond. Shoto wasn’t going to stop, not without knowing the truth.

You had to tell him.

“Stop!”

You saw the second that the ice started growing, only to be consumed by red flames, blue flames building from behind you as you forced yourself in between the two, holding out your arms to make yourself as big as you could, closing your eyes to ignore the fear gripping your heart at the fire surrounding you, as you were engulfed in a swirl of red and blue light, something hitting you right under your ribs, stealing your breath away as pain bloomed in your abdomen and chest the force knocking you back, both fires dying out quicker than they started at the sound of your cry of pain. [MF1] Dabi had quicker reflexes, sliding to his knees and catching you in his arms just before your head would have smacked the ground. Shoto on the other hand stood frozen, shock clear on his face as he took in the scene in front of him.

Tears streamed down your face as you whimpered, Dabi immediately tearing at your clothes to check the damage, noting the already purple bruise just under your ribs. It spread across half of your upper body some places growing darker than others, especially you’re the last three ribs on your left side. The damage would have been worse if the ice hadn’t of melted at the touch of your quirk. If it was Dabi, or anyone else, it would have pierced straight through, skewering them.  You took in a rattling breath, another cry forced out from the pain as you tried to sit up only for Dabi to tense his hold on you, softly telling you to stay still, don’t move, you’ll make it worse.

It didn’t stop you from reaching up and gently placing your hand against his cheek, wiping away tears of blood slipping down his face.

The stunned sound, like a choked growl, that left Shoto’s lips had both you and Dabi tensing up, blue flames erupting around you like a protective bubble, Dabi’s lips curled back in a snarl as he stared at the two toned alpha mere feet away.

“I’ll kill you.”

“No don’t, don’t hurt him please.” Your voice was meek, but Dabi still glanced towards you, a look of frustration and a hint torture in his eyes. He would have to hurt Shoto if the two of you had any chance to get away and his quirk was already overused.

You heard a blast followed by shouts come from the parking lot, a scream followed piercing the air in a sound of pure anguish. The sound made you all pause, Dabi’s fire flickering out, your stomach turning as you tried to discern whose wails of agony were echoing around the block.

Those sounds were quickly forgotten though, Shoto dropping into a fighting stance once again though hesitating slightly as he took in how Dabi curled more protectively around you, fire burning in his eyes threatening to overcome him. He wouldn’t let Shoto take you.

“Let her go Dabi.”

“Not a chance, brat.”

You forced yourself up into a sitting position, Dabi letting out a strangled sound as you wavered like you were going to pass out before you steadied once again putting yourself between the two brothers, your voice shaking as you pleaded softly.

“Stop. Shoto stop. Let us go.”

“Move out of the way y/n.” Shoto’s face was guarded, his hands up and prepared to attack at a moments notice.

You didn’t.

“Y/n please. Move out of the way.”

You stared him down, your fingers reaching back and curling around Dabi’s hand, feeling the radiating heat coming from inside him. You knew he couldn’t fight much longer. Not without killing himself. But he would if he had to if it protected you.

“Y/n he’s dangerous! A villain! He will kill you.” The exasperation was showing on his face, the frustration and confusion in his voice. The betrayal. Part of your heart felt like it broke as you watched him.

“He won’t hurt me.”

“Y/n,” Dabi’s whisper had your eyes flicking over as to where the swirling black mist was growing a mere few feet away from you, relief drenching your system as Dabi carefully stood behind you, helping you up as well, tense and ready to block any attacks from Shoto who no doubt had taken notice of the mist as well, growing restless as he started to raise his voice at you.

“How can you know? How can you be so sure?” He was already shifting to put himself between the two of you and the portal, as Dabi tried to counter by guiding you in a ever moving circle.

“I just know, you have to trust me Shoto.” Two toned eyes looked back at you with disbelief, almost disgust as he matched you step for step, staying between the two of you and the portal, Dabi’s grip on you tightening, ready to snatch you and run at the blink of an eye.

“Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? How crazy? How stupid?! Even if he doesn’t hurt you, he’s a villain! I can’t just let him go! He kills people Y/n! For fun! And you want to be with that?”

“I love him!”

Shoto snorted, his calm and rational demeanor seeming to be stripped away as he glared at you. This time there was no doubting the disgust crossing his features as he sneered back.

“What would Touya think of you now?”

“He is Touya! You snapped, a snarl leaving your lips that rivaled that of an alpha, pulling away from Dabi and stepping towards Shoto who took an incremental step back, your fists curled. You felt like you were seeing red, your usually sweet scent that you had grown used to hiding flaring out and turning rotten and burnt flooding the area.

Dabi froze the second the words came tumbling out of your mouth, and you could feel the shock radiating off of Shoto as what you said processed. Could see the moment where things clicked in his mind as his gaze shifted to the dark haired male behind you that was littered with scars and held together by staples, taking a deep inhale of his familiar scent which you could tell Dabi was allowing to leak out more than normal.

“You’re supposed to be dead”

“My death was … greatly exaggerated.”

You watched as the two males stared at each other, both with guarded expressions, stances tense, ridged. A fight blooming behind Shoto’s features as he warred with himself on what to do. It almost looked like he was about to say something, but stopped short, the portal behind him dissolving away and a new one appearing at Dabi’s back. Kurogiri must have a visual on you.

You felt Dabi’s fingers wrap lightly around your wrist, pulling you back to him which you allowed, your eyes focused on Shoto’s form, your own expression wary as you watched him struggle within himself. Just a few more second and you two will be gone. Safe.

Just when you felt Dabi relax, the portal almost completely covering your vison, red flames flared to life, hurtling towards the two of you as Shoto let out a roar that echoed throughout the streets. You reacted quicker than Dabi, shoving him back and using your body to block the flames, feeling something stirring in your mind as they disappeared around you, clenching your fist as Shoto marched towards you, a look of determination on his face.

You didn’t give him the chance to attach again, swinging your fist, you felt it when you connected with his jaw, saw the surprise crossing his features. Not at the fact that you punched him, not at the fact that it clearly hurt. But at the fire that accompanied it, red flames dancing from your skin, red flames that matched his perfectly. Like you had somehow stolen them. No… like you had absorbed them.

You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face, turning your hand and watching the flames move across your skin, bending to your will. You glanced over to Shoto, confusion covering his face before something else, maybe awe mixed with slight terror as he stumbled back from you, ice coating his body instantly as you hurled the fire at him again and again, forcing him to back up step by step, further away from you, from Dabi.

You advanced on him, watching as he stumbled the the ground, looking up at you, anxiety clear in his scent as you glared down at him, feeling that same ice he used against you earlier prickle at your fingers until it grew into a spear like shape that you held to his throat, warning clear as day in your voice.

“Leave us alone. You will not tell anyone that he is alive or I swear to god I will hunt you down myself. He’s mine. And you will not hurt him.” The growl that ripped through your throat had Shoto tensing up all over again, Ice sticking to his skin as he built up a protection against his own powers used against him.

You paused for a moment, feeling the ice shard melting in your hand, like the power behind it was dissolving, snarling at the Alpha beneath you one more time before you released the hold on the ice spear, it landing in a watery splash acrossed his chest as you spun and stalked back towards a stunned Dabi, waiting by the portal.

“They will come after you, you know! You’ll be labeled as a villain now.  They will hunt you down like the rest of them.”

“Let them. Being a villain doesn’t sound so bad. Besides, we both know who the real villains are.” You threw over your shoulder, pausing once you reached Dabi and the portal, one foot in before you glanced back to one of your oldest friends, ignoring the ping of pain and guilt that gripped your heart at the sight. “Tell Endeavor I’m coming for him, and I won’t be silenced anymore.”

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Stepping out onto the rooftop high above the city scape below, you couldn’t help but curl up again Dabi for heat the wind whipping your hair around you wildly. You were careful to not move too much, the pain that you were able to ignore back in full swing, Dabi holding up most of your weight as you shuffled closer to your pack. Spinner was sitting on the roof, looking exhausted as he watched from afar the jumbled mess that surrounded the two beta’s.

Twice had Toga laid out on her back on the roof, several of his doubles surrounding her including one of Toga’s own self, looking just as beat up as her original, a blood transfusion already started between them as Twice took care to wrap her head as delicately as he could, several other doubles of him tending to her other wounds. One double, or maybe it was the original, caught your eye, a short nod to confirm she would be okay.

You breathed a sigh of relief, eyes moving over to where Shigaraki stood at the edge of the roof, looking down, his face a mask that you couldn’t read. Dabi and you made your way over to him, Kurogiri waiting nearby for orders.

“What’s the plan boss? We can’t stay here for long, they will be searching the area all night for us.”

Shigaraki wouldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene below and you stepped forward, peering down below the flashing lights of the police below as well as first responders. Heroes scattered the area, many already seeming to be searching around the rubble for any information they could gather, other’s being tended to with first aid. Endeavor was no where to be found for the time being. Neither was Shoto.  

But you knew within a second that none of that was what had Shigaraki’s attention. Your eyes zeroing in on the blue haired female that was currently being shoved into a police car, her hands cuffed behind her back; spitting, and kicking wildly. You don’t think you recognized her, but judging by her outfit, you had a feeling she was a hero, at least up until tonight.  

Once the door to the car was closed, the girl out of view, Shigaraki snapped his eyes up, them snagging on your own for a brief moment, emotions swimming in the sea of red before he turned to his crew his voice gruff and annoyed sounding.

“We need to assume all of our safe houses have been compromised. Need to restart. Build up our inventory again, make a new base. Somewhere fresh. Any ideas?

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“It has been two weeks since the battle between our heroes and the group known as the league of villains. What had started out as a rescue mission for what was believed to be an omega hostage, quickly went south as it was confirmed that the omega hostage was in fact a member of the league. After a gruesome battle in which the building was collapsed and both number 2 hero Hawks and number 5 hero Miriko were injured, the league unfortunately got away. Not much is known about the new mystery omega member. Hero Endeavor has shared in his speech this afternoon that police believe the omega was an orphan who grew up on the streets who goes by the name ‘Y/n L/n’. Her quirk is reported to be a kind of nullification quirk that only works on herself, though there is not a lot of information on it. It is believed that Y/n has been working with the league for some time now in the shadows and that they are considered to be a dangerous threat. Any information about her whereabouts or sightings would be appreciated if handed over to the authorities immediately.”

Dabi’s snort at your side had you punching his shoulder lightly. You heard him grumble something about how you were as dangerous as a mouse and couldn’t help but roll your eyes as your attention fell back to the screen in front of you, your fingers resuming their braiding of Toga’s blond hair as she sat on the floor in front of you.

It seemed as though Shoto had kept quiet about your fight, either that or the media wanted you to believe that. You weren’t sure.

“In shocking news, after many speculations, the UA traitor has been officially confirmed as third year student and intern Nejire Hado, also known by her previous hero name –“

The TV cut off, much to Toga’s complaint, the dark screen reflecting your packmates faces, a pair of narrowed red eyes appearing behind you from the hallway. Sensing the other alpha in the room, Spinner turned and shot a barely veiled concerned smile towards him, holding up a glass with a dark brown liquid swirling in it.

“Boss! Did you hear? Y/n is officially considered dangerous! Cause for celebration don’t you think?”

“I’ll consider her dangerous when she stops jumping every time someone comes around a corner. How is her training coming Dabi?”

“She’s getting there, her quirk is definitely different than what we thought, but still testing out the limits. Still not sure if her ability to use the absorbed powers are based on a time limit or amount of stored energy.” Dabi looked over to you and you nodded. You didn’t want anyone to get their hopes up yet, but the two of you had been practicing a lot and noticing different things about your quirk that you never stopped to pay attention to before. Like the surge of power you felt after being hit by someone’s quirk. You hadn’t been able to control it as well as you did that night, but yesterday you were able to light Dabi’s cigarette with his own flames. Small progress was still progress.

“Good, whatever it is keep going, I need her in fighting condition sooner rather than later. We’ve got a big mission coming up and I need all players in the game.”

“What’s the mission?” The question came from Twice this time, his attention being piqued.

The smile that broke across Shigaraki’s face was maniacal. Not for the first time did you seriously wonder about this man’s sanity. But it all clicked into place as his words came out.

“We are going to break into the prison.”

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       He knew why.

       Because Kirishima had the room down the hall. Because Kirishima LIKED that dollar store garbage. Because Kirishima was so fucking huge and so goddamn strong that it was no wonder he had an omega of his own. Because Katsuki was so fucking obsessed with motherfucking Kirishima that he could never think about anything else. Obsessed with his stupid red hair and his pretty red eyes and his horrible habit of being shirtless on all occasions. Obsessed with his smile and his laugh and that awkward tick he had of grabbing the back of his neck whenever he was nervous. Obsessed with his hands and his jawline and his muscles shown off by that stupid hero costume of his that didn't make any sense but was oh-so completely Kirishima.

       Because Katsuki was in love. In love with Kirishima. In love with an alpha.

       And that just wouldn't do.

       Katsuki strove to be perfect. He craved it, he needed it, he hated not being perfect. Kirishima did not crave that. He didn't need to. He was perfect. He didn't even have to try. Kirishima, who worked so hard at being a hero he could care less about being an alpha. Kirishima, who smelled like rust and sand and rain. Kirishima, whose smile lit up a room and whose optimism held up the world. So while Katsuki was at the gym, in the dark, at midnight, going at the leg presses until he cramped, perfect Kirishima was off somewhere else, probably with some cute, petite omegan boy that would beg and pout and whine in ways that Katsuki never would.

       Katsuki could never be the perfect omega, so he threw himself at being the perfect alpha. Hell, he couldn't even do that right. His waist was too trim, his bust too full, and his attitude often came off as an absolute brat. At five-foot-eleven, he was just barely the average height for his dynamic. He supposed that was fine, though--after all, Kirishima was only five-nine. Not to mention, he was in love. With Kirishima. His best friend. The alpha. And alphas didn't do that. Alphas didn't love other alphas.

       Not for the first time, Katsuki wished Kirishima were a beta. A beta, an omega--anything but an alpha.

       Katsuki snorted at himself in the darkness, his nose telling him that his pheromones were betraying his anger and were going to seep into the leather exercise machines and let everyone know how truly pathetic he was if he didn't get himself under control. There was a mirror in front of him that he could just barely see, and so he set the leg press back onto its bench and sat up slowly, leaning forward on his knees. His towel had fallen to the floor, so he picked it up and draped it over his head to soak up the nitroglycerin sweat before he accidentally exploded.

       He hadn't always been like this. At school, it had almost been easy. The companionship, the laughter, the pretending that his feelings for his best friend could go away. But they didn't, not even after graduation six months ago, and two by two, their friends had paired off and mated. Midoriya and Todoroki. Yaoyorozu and Jiro. Tokoyami and Asui, Hagakure and Ojiro, even... even Kaminari and Sero. Fucking... fucking Dunce-Face had scored a mate before Katsuki-fucking-Bakugo. Iida had some mate in Kyoto he visited, Ashido and Aoyama seemed to have new lovers every week, but Katsuki...

       Katsuki was lonely. He was lonely, and his standards were far too high. Not a good combination. It didn't help that his standards were must be 5'9", weigh 183bs, smile like a sun god on a summer day and be able to put up with explosive rage issues, because that could only ever be one person, and that person was perfectly fine without Katsuki. That person came home early in the morning when he thought everyone else was asleep, smelling like sex and omega and thinking he was being so sneaky keeping it from them. He was slipping away from Katsuki, distancing himself more and more recently, to the point where he no longer confided his secrets in Katsuki, no longer pulled the blonde into whatever hair-brained adventure he wanted to go on. Kirishima was Katsuki's best friend, but Katsuki wasn't sure Kiri called him the same anymore. He had an omega for that now.

       Growling, the angry, sorrowful sound deep and threatening and reverberating through the dark, quiet room, Katsuki pushed a hand through his damp, sweaty hair, debating. He was way too close to making a bad mistake, but he knew he needed supervision tonight before he accidentally killed someone. Even if that supervision wasn't exactly the responsible type.

       His phone was on another workout machine, just within reach, and Katsuki gave in. It was absurd how easily he found the contact he wanted, a testament to how many unwanted phone calls he received (and ultimately ignored) and ordered the phone to call. His call answered on the fourth and final ring, and Katsuki could immediately hear that it was loud.

      "Hello, hello, customer service! I'm cute, you're mute, pay some hoot!"

       "Cut the garbage, jackass," Katsuki barked at the other alpha, definitely not in the mood for this shit. He wasn't drunk, not yet, but he clearly wasn't sober either. "Where the hell are you?"

      "Hm? Veilleuse. It's someplace Aoyama suggested. Hey, why would you build a french club in Japan? That's so weird--"

       The blonde alpha growled, regretting his choice already but standing and heading for the door, maneuvering the phone into the crook of his ear so he could dry the sweat out of his hair. His muscles burned from his workout, but he couldn't care less. "Shut up, stay there, I'm coming out."

      "O... okay..? Is there, like an emergency, or..."

      "No, you idiot, everything's fine."

      "Wait, wait, so you mean you're coming out with us? Like, voluntarily? To have fun, on a Friday night? Is this Bakugo, or is this Denki fucking with me again?"

       "First off, fuck you, Sero," Katsuki snarled. "I--"

      "Nah, man, you know I love you and all, but Denki gives way better head, so I'll pass."

       "I am going to kill you in the most horrible way possible and feed your body to wild hogs."

      "There's the Bakugo we know and love! Alright, see you in five?"

       "What-the-fuck-ever," he sighed. "I'm on my way. Don't kill anyone, and buy me a drink."

      "Dude, you got it."  

       Hanging up and leaving the agency, Katsuki couldn't help the groan. This was going to be a long night, and he was going to get way too fucked up. Hell, maybe he needed to get fucked up. Maybe he needed to meet some attractive stranger and throw out his feelings. Sero was a total oddball, but he was always reliable when it came to good liquor and unwinding, so maybe tonight wouldn't be a total loss.