#omegaverse reader insert

Here we are at day 6, my chickadees! I'm taking some requests from one of my servers today. So for the wonderful, amazing, and talented @rouge-heichou , @writings-of-a-shattered-mind , and @krystalwithakay We have Dabi, Chisaki, Shindou, Hawks, and Shiggy. And Dabi/Shiggy/Hawks together as well, because why not. Fair warning, I play kinda fast and loose with the rules of the omegaverse. Sometimes I treat it as a kind of soulmate au, sometimes I don't. I'm not always consistent with how secondary gender effects physiology. I've tried to make these comprehensive, but if you want clarification on anything, always feel free to ask! This is a few days late now, so I'm only going to write about my headcannons of those boys as Alphas towards an omega reader. If you'd like my headcannons for any other combo of dynamics, just ask! Dabi

As an Alpha-

Dabi as an alpha is a dangerous thing.

Just regularly he's ridiculously sexy.

You add in an alpha growl and pheromones into the mix?

RIP

I think honestly his real true base scent is very neutral. Clean linen, maybe a hint of citrus. But because of his quirk his scent has gotten progressively smokier over time. Those that don't know him well mistake it as him always being pissed. But really it's just how he smells.

He'd never admit it, but he's a little sensitive and defensive about the smokey quality of his scent. He remembers what he used to smell like, and desperately tried to prevent his scent from changing. It gave him some dysphoria for a while. He's mostly accepted it now. But a partner accepting or even enjoying his scent now? That would mean a lot to him.

That being said, Dabi wouldn't be particularly fussy about partners. Alpha, Beta, Omega, he genuinely does not care at all. As long as they're willing and the sex is screamly good he's happy. Obviously he's not a "saving himself for his mate" kind of guy.

That is until he finds his mate.

Holy shit his mate.

He didn't think he had one. Thought the stories about what it was like were all bullshit. His parents allegedly were mates after all, and look how that turned out. But then there was you.

Your scent hit him like a truck, and he almost went feral with the need to bite.

You got one look and whiff of him and took off for the hills.

He was too intense and too much all at once.

He wouldn't give up though. As painful as it might be, he'd let you set the pace, even if that pace was very slow.

And you won't be able to deny the instinctive pull to him.

He'd be incredibly jealous of anybody else even remotely flirting with you.

When you'd hit a point to allow it, he'd absolutely drench you in his scent and cover you with hickeys.

When he finally gives you a mating bite if will be, large, messy, prominent, and renewed often.

With sex with you the first few times he tries hard to be gentle. He's gruff and mean in daily life, but he doesn't ever want to genuinely upset you in your shared nest.

(And believe me that boy wants to be in that nest all the time. Comfy and soaked in his mates scent is heaven to him. Best sleep he's had in many years.) But if you give him the okay to be rough? RIP. He will destroy you in the best ways.

Boy has a big dick and a big knot. Both are a little warmer than average, but not uncomfortably so. His cum is also on the hot side. He doesn't cum an exceptional amount, but he has an incredibly shot recovery period paired with a buttload of stamina. It ends up equalling out. He's a Todoroki. He has a breeding kink. But very hesitant about actually having children because trauma.

Would be fine topping or bottoming.

Would actually enjoy acting subby during his rut, I think.

If his partner was an omega, could and would be more dominate.

He enjoys indulging in the primal side of secondary gender.

Would beg to chase his partner through the woods and to be allowed to literally rip their clothes off that knot them right there on the forrest floor.

Chisaki

As an Alpha-

This fucker could and would be mean a lot of the time.

Conservative and traditional about secondary genders.

He'd only want an omega to be his partner.

Would refer to others, (especially omegas) by their secondary gender instead of their names.

Finds heat and rut cycles to be disgusting and a chore.

But I could see him as either being allergic to or unable to use rut suppressants. (Possibly overused them when he was young and developed a resistance to them?)

As a result it isn't unusual for him to hire on omega for his ruts and give them a list of requirements, such as bathing with specialty soaps, being screened for diseases, specialty clothing to wear. Birth control and several backups for that birth control. For random omegas, I think he'd want them to wear scent blockers as well.

His own scent he never blocks because he knows how to use it to intimidate others. I could see it being a mix of wood and leather. He's on the more cognizant side for a rutting alpha. It takes pretty special circumstances for him to loose control even with his partner/mate.

He wouldn't be particularly thrilled or upset about discovering his mate. He'd be very businesslike. Try a pull a "Clearly we're mates, which means you're now my property and you're going to come with me now because that's what omegas do."

Chances are his mate isn't going to like that and tell him to shove it right up his alpha ass.

Chisaki isn't bothered by this.

He isn't.

He didn't really care if he ever found his mate anyway.

...

He is extremely bothered by this. It's like his alpha nature has fully awoken for the first time.

Why had you rejected him?

How dare his mate be such a rebellious little shit?

He'd have his men watch you. Stalk you personally. Threaten and chase off any other suitors you may have. Learn your habits and schedule and insert himself into you life. Absolutely make a nuisance of himself. And if you get angry and fought back? Went out of your way to flirt with others where he could see? Continue to call him a jerky knot headed alpha? Well he'd make your life even harder.

Your first time together is going to be rage fueled hate sex in a filthy alleyway. Quite probably triggering your heat, his rut, or both. There will be lots of biting, both sides. Very rough. He'll knot you there, growling all the while while you snarl back.

Chisaki has a very pretty cock and knot. Good color, right amount of veins. Thick but not too thick. They could model dildos off his cock and they'd sell a million.

After you have sex, you'd have an uneasy truce. He'd stay more out of your business, you'd agree to just be his omega. The idea is that you'd only see each other for heats and ruts. That idea only lasts about two weeks.

You two begrudgingly acknowledge you're very sexually comparable. And it's difficult to keep your hands off of each other. The more the two try to fight your desires, the more your secondary instincts seem to come out when you see each other.

He finds himself craving your presence.

You find yourself doing things like scenting him to sooth him when you can tell he's agitated.

The more comfortable you get with each other, the more submissive you'd allow yourself to be.

The day you fully accept him, you'd make a nest on his bed and wait for him in the traditional presentation position. And when he'd find you like that? You'd be mated that night for sure.

Shindou

As an Alpha-

At first Shindou comes off as a very easygoing alpha.

He doesn't dispute territory, and doesn't fight too hard to compete for omega's attention when other alphas are around.

His scent I'd see being crisp and upbeat. Some sort of citrus apple mix, maybe.

And a lot of the time he just doesn't see a point in "acting like a knot head" to peacock for omegas.

It just isn't a priority for him, usually.

He's had plenty of casual relationships and friends with benefits, and that's fine for him. It's all he really needs at this stage of his life. He has it all planned out and it would be best for his popularity if he remained single for at least another ten years.

And that's what he thought even after he met you.

Could have happened a few different ways. Friend of a friend, met at a club, introduced at a party, a hookup app. How the first time happens doesn't particularly matter. It happens and you both have a good time.

You're compatible. Like really compatible. You both smell insanely good to each other. And Shindou isn't about to admit it's the best sex he's ever had, but he can't think of a time when that particular itch has been scratched quite that well.

So, he would as you do be a part of his pack. Hang out with his friend and become a friend with benefits. Nothing too formal or exclusive. He'd probably explain to some extent that he's planning to stay free for a while.

And it's okay at first. It works for both of you.

But you're drawn to each other.

If you voice that maybe you'd like something more, he'd pull away for a while. He likes you, but he's thought about this plan for years. He hates seeing you unhappy, but he remains firm.

Until he overhears that you're asking someone else to spend your heat with you. And he can't get the image out of his head. It makes him queasy. It makes him furious. How dare someone else touch his omega when they're vulnerable.

He'll stew for a couple days before it clicks. He realizes that you're absolutely it for him. And he's been a fucking idiot and he needs to fix this fast.

And he will, bless him. He's good at planning, isn't afraid to apologize, and is painfully loyal.

Sex with him would always be good.

His dick is solidly average for an alpha both in size and knot. But he has his quirk and sure as fuck knows how to use it to his advantage.

Isn't controlling or possessive unless he views someone as a legitimate threat to his relationship. (He never fully relaxes around the alpha you were almost going to start courting, often growling under his breath.)

Hawks

As an Alpha-

Hawks likes to give the illusion that he's a big macho cocky Alpha. In reality this boy is a softy.

It takes a while for him to be comfortable opening up to anyone.

But once he does? Once he finds his partner?

Oh boy.

Clingy alpha boy.

Scenting all the time. He wants you drenched in his scent and vice versa.

He practically just lets his instincts take over.

Biting all the time.

When you're out in public together he wants to always wants to be touching you. A hand on your lower back, holding hands, an arm or wing wrapped around your shoulders. That touch just makes him feel more secure. And if you reach to take his hand first? He'd absolutely melt.

Hawks would not hesitate to full on snarl at anyone who is harassing you or making you uncomfortable. Although you scolded him and were nervous about how it might effect his image, it ends up being fine. It helps that overprotective is a stupidly good look on him.

He makes all the little alpha noises, without holding back.

If you're an omega, this man wants in your nest so bad he's practically crying about it. He won't even care if you tease him about being a bird in a nest. He's just so calm and happy and warm. He thinks he's being subtle when he tucks several of his feathers into the nest. He's not at all. You absolutely use those hidden feathers to test if they can be as sensitive as the rumors say. They are.

You may have accidentally triggered his rut by teasing him that way at least once.

You make a point of always wearing one of his feathers.

Big pretty cock, average knot. Takes quite a while for his knot to go down, though. Which suits him just fine because that leaves plenty of time for dirty talk with an emphasis on breeding kink.

Shiggy

As an Alpha

First let me say my Shiggy headcannon hill to die on- Despite being "crusty," this man is VERY clean. He's one of the characters that bathes himself the most on average.

His natural scent would be like lilacs with a hint of old books, almost but not quite a typically omegan scent. He'd be very self conscious about it, and most of the time use scent blocking soaps and deodorants.

He doesn't think there's anyone out there for him. With his quirk he long ago resigned himself to being around. When he's been depressed enough he has gone out and had one night stands before, with varying levels of satisfaction.

He's absolutely terrified of being rejected, so he figures if the opportunity never comes up, he won't have anything to worry about.

But then he see you. Smells you. And it hits him hard. You're real. You're real and right there and meant to be with him. But that can't be right.

He tries to ignore you. He really does. You deserve a better life. A better alpha.

But he can't stand to leave you alone completely.

He doesn't stalk you, exactly. But when he figures out when you always go to the same coffee shop. And if he happens to to usually be there when you're there? Well, he can be satisfied with that.

Which if why he was completely shocked when one day you came and sat at his table.

Because while he was watching you, he'd somehow failed to notice you were watching him too.

He wanted to resist. And he tried. For about five minutes. But you're right there and smiling at him and you're actually interested.

He proposes mating within about ten minutes.

You counter with maybe dating first, see where it goes.

When you two are courting, he makes a very big show of trying to be the absolute ultimate alpha. He obsessively researches ways of being the best and how to act like the best of the best. Some methods may or may not be a few decades out of date.

He tries way way too hard to be charming and suave.

You think it's cute, and let it continue on for a while.

But he slips up sometimes, of course. Goes on rambling rants while absentmindedly scratching at his cheek, and finally relaxing and being himself.

If you happen to brush his cheek, smile, and say "There's my alpha."? Well. You're coming home with him that night if he has to throw you over his shoulder and carry you there.

He'll have done something super old fashioned and created a bower for you. (Sort of the alpha equivalent of a nest, but build with more intention to show off to potenial mates.) It's soft and well thought out, and is the first time he allows you to experience his scent. And you realize why you had been so drawn to him. You just about kiss him senseless.

The first time is very awkward. Sweet, but awkward. He's so terrified of hurting you. None of his previous encounters have ever mattered this much. And he's never fully knotted anyone before so when that happens he has no idea what to do, and he's so overwhelmed and sensitive that it doesn't go down for hours.

But you learn with each other, and it gets better every time.

His dick and knot both are on the large side, but he's unaware of that. He thinks he's average if anything. You correct him of that assumption. He's both pleased with the news and a bit growlly for a while at the idea of you having handled other alpha's cocks enough to have a frame of reference.

When he gives you a mating bite it's not going to be somewhere you can easily cover. You're his. But, he wants you to bite him back somewhere just as prominent. Because he's yours too.

Alpha Trio Dabi/Shiggy/Hawks

This is an interesting one.

And some of it really depends on what parts of the dynamic happen when.

Like there will absolutely be growing pains no matter what. All these boys would have some issues with jealousy and possessiveness. But probably the smoothest start of the relationship would be if they were all together before you were added to the mix.

The multiple people would help stablize some things too, because all these boys have fears about being alone. So as long as things get settled, this would eventually be a very rock solid dynamic.

Shiggy would be the moodiest and the clingiest. He'd be insecure about his quirk and his looks compared to the other two. You'd be cuddling him in your nest a lot. Requires many kisses.

Hawks would also be a cuddle bug. He'd love to have everyone in the nest, curled up under his wings. Dabi would complain that it's too damn hot, but he wouldn't try to leave.

Dabi would be the least touchy. He's not always the most direct at expressing his affection. But he'd be the one to do things like gift you a soft blanket for the nest, or find plushies that reminded him of everyone else.

Lord help you during your heat and during their ruts, especially if they coincide. They won't hurt you, but they'd push you to your limits.

They'd absolutely see if you could fit two knots at once.

They'd have a running bet/joke about seeing who would manage to breed you first.

Kugo impatiently tapped his fingers on his desk. It was approaching midnight as he stared at the clock on his computer screen. Each second seemed like five as he waited for the minutes to tick by. This had become a usual habit of his in the last few months. At least three times a week he could be found here at this time doing exactly the same thing. It used to be every day, until you had realized what he was doing. A scolding he probably would have ignored, but he felt like he was going to die the week you wouldn’t accept his calls. It hadn’t been any comfort to see you looked in as bad of shape as he did after that week.

Three minutes after midnight the videocall request notification lit up his screen. It’s a wonder Kugo didn’t break the mouse with how fast and forcefully he clicked accept. Your smiling face lit up his screen and his heart.

“Hello Handsome. Miss me?”

“Every second.” He murmured.

Your smile softened. “Miss you too. Promise you’re actually getting sleep though?”

“I am. Wish you were here though. Hate this time difference.”

“Me too, love. Me too. It’s only for a few more weeks though.”

“And then you’re home and never leaving my sight again.”

You chuckled. “I think that would make patrols rather difficult, beloved.”

He smiled at you, leaning his head on his hand as the tension of the day drained from his shoulders. “We’d figure something out. I’m sure you could come up with something.”

“I absolutely could. But I don’t think tactical baby harness would be a good look on you.”

“Oh, I don’t know. The public might find it charming. Soften my image.”

You laughed. “As if you’d let me anywhere close to the action.”

Kugo hummed and nodded as he contemplated. “This is true. Guess I’ll just have to retire from hero work and become your lab assistant.”

“You’d burn down my lab in an hour.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to become your sugar baby.”

You cackled. “Oh. My. God. You did not just say that. You absolutely did not say that.”

“What’s the matter? Don’t want to buy your sugar baby pretty things?”

You wheezed. “That’s it. I’m hanging up.”

He nodded, making an exaggerated sad face. “Parental abandonment. No wonder I resorted to becoming a sugar baby.”

You were gasping with laughter. “Stop!”

He grinned as he watched you. He loved when you laughed, memorizing the way your mouth open and the crinkles by your eyes. You calmed, wiping the tears of laughter away. You attempted and didn’t quite succeed in trying to look stern.

“You’re not allowed to use the phrase ‘sugar baby’ ever again.”

“No promises.”

You shake your head, leaning back in your chair, your spine popping in protest. “Fearsome Gang Orca, everyone thinks. So stern and serious and strict. Always intimidating. What a crock.”

“Disappointed?”

You smile softly. “Never. Love you, Alpha.”

It had been months, and it still filled his stomach with butterflies every time he heard it.

“Love you too, omega. You taking care of yourself? Have you eaten yet?”

You shook your head. “Taking care as much as the job allows, but haven’t eaten yet. Give me a sec and I’ll grab it.”

Kugo watched his screen as you stood and made your way across the lab you were in. He wished he could reach through the screen and touch, and smell, and bite. Your form was perfect. You were perfect. You were perfect and his. And you were over ten thousand kilometers away. He growled low in the back of his throat.

You smirked as you settled yourself back into your seat. “Behave, Alpha.”

He cleared his throat, flushing. He hadn’t even realized he was making noise. Kugo brought his attention fully back to you, a gentle smile spreading across his face when he saw what you held.

“I miss those almost as much as I miss you.”

“Wish I still could get them to you somehow. But I don’t think a bento would survive that long of a trip. And I know you. You’d eat it anyway and make yourself sick.”

“Well, couldn’t let your hard work go to waste.”

You shook your head. “You’re at least eating though? Promise?”

“I am, promise. Even if nothing is half as good as what you make.”

The conversation continued on, Kugo mostly talking as you ate. He told you about how things were at the agency, making you laugh at stories about the trouble the new interns had gotten themselves into. In no time at all, an hour had flown by. The clock chiming if your lab interrupted your chatter about the latest gadget you had been tinkering with. You frowned and sighed. “Guess I need to get back to the grind.”

“I wish you didn’t.” Kugo murmured.

“I know. But just two more weeks now.”

“Two more weeks. Feels like forever.”

“I know.” You smiled sadly. “But it will be over quicker than you think. Unless I take Jim up on his offer to renew my contract of course.”

Kugo growled loudly and you laughed. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“You don’t need to worry. It’s been fun and I’ve learned a lot, but your agency has certain benefits nowhere else can match. Such as the handsomest Alpha in the world.”

Said alpha gave a pleased rumble. Kugo caressed the side of his screen, wishing he could touch you instead. “Just two weeks.”

“Two weeks.”

“You’ll be lucky if I don’t just mate you at the airport.”

“I wouldn’t mind, if I didn’t think it would tank your hero ratings. Actually nevermind, I would mind. Your rank would go up because people would be ogling my handsome Alpha.”

Kugo chuckled. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting too good a view of my pretty omega, either.”

The two of you smiled, just drinking each other in for a few moments longer.

“Do have to go now,” you sighed.

“Go do brilliant work like you always do.”

“Two weeks.”

“Really? Again?”

The large alpha seemed to shrink under your judgemental glare.

“I am sorry, Y/N. The fight got intense and it slipped off. Someone must have stepped on it.”

You sighed heavily, your gaze turning to the workbench where the shattered remains of your creation sat. This was your seventh attempt at outfitting Gang Orca with a communicator headset. It was dangerous for him to keep fishing for a handheld during the heat of battle. Unfortunately, his lack of outer ear made keeping a headset on him difficult. Shaking your head, you gave a small smile.

“Not your fault, Sakamata. We knew this was going to be tricky. Though at this rate I’m tempted to just glue a headset on you and call it a day.”

Kugo snorted, his posture relaxing. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I hate to see your hard work go to waste.”

“It’s not a waste if I learn something from it. This one lasted a couple weeks of normal patrol work, so that’s an improvement. We just need to figure out what was different about this fight. So, sit. Talk.”

Kugo shook his head with an amused huff. He admitted he had been slightly dubious when you had first come to his agency. He’d encountered many hero support workers claiming to specialize in mutation quirks that seemed to be looking for lab rats for their creations. However, you always listened to what he said, and made suggestions that would actually make his job easier. You made sure your support items not only were functional, but comfortable at well. If the few years you had worked for him, he was pleased to say you had become good friends.

“I can’t right now, Y/N. I need to get cleaned up, then complete my report before I forget the details. I’ll come back first thing tomorrow.” You frowned, tapping your foot. Kugo fought to keep a neutral expression. You’d never forgive him if you knew how much he enjoyed your expressions when you were annoyed.

“Alright. Fine. First thing tomorrow. But make sure you get some rest tonight, you’ve been working too hard lately!”

Sakamata waved a hand in answer as he walked out the workshop door. He’d try to follow your request, but a hero’s work is never done.

~~~~~

Gang Orca shuffled through the door to his agency with an aura of gloom about him. In the past five days, he had broken five more communicators, gotten into several serious fights, and had allowed a villain to escape. And that was just his work life. Some of his friends had set him up for a speed dating session. He didn’t blame them for trying, but it ended exactly how he knew it would. Most of the omegas who had been present were scared of him, and those that weren’t were clearly only interested in his pro hero paycheck. Kugo trudged toward his office, his thoughts gloomy. A man with a quirk like his would never have a normal courtship. It hurt sometimes. How nice it would be to come home to a sweet smelling omega. What wouldn’t he give to home filled with pups, and laughter and love? He sighed softly as he swung his door open. Such a life was not meant for him, so no point in even dreaming. On autopilot, he hung his coat on the coat rack, and turned to set his briefcase on his desk. However, the desk was already occupied. Kugo tilted his head as he stared at the object resting on his desk. It appeared to be a large bento box, wrapped in a rather feminine handkerchief, patterned with some sort of flowers. Kugo set his briefcase down on a chair before coming closer to investigate. Gingerly, he untied the knot, setting the cloth aside as he looked at the contents curiously.

First and most obviously, was the strawberry shaped sticky note attached to the top. “You looked like you had been having a rough week. I hope this can make it better!” The writing was… painstakingly cute. The “i”s were dotted with little hearts. Each letter having just a little bit of flourish, while still being legible.

Kugo hummed quietly to himself. Clearly this had been left on his desk by mistake. A bit awkward, considering his name was on the door, but there was no other explanation. He drummed his fingers on the desk as he considered his options. He could take a guess at who the bento was for. There were several popular alpha heroes working for him that got their share of gifts from admirers. The soft omegan scent coming from the handkerchief that had wrapped the bento was a solid clue the gift was likely meant for one of them. But really, there was no way to tell for sure who it was supposed to end up with, and he really didn’t want the hard work to go to waste. Yes. Best thing would be to eat the bento, and place the box in the break room with a note inside the box apologizing.

His course of action decided, Kugo opened the bento, quietly sucking a breath as he saw what was inside. There were sausages cut to look like little octopi. A large slab of teriyaki salmon. Rice balls shaped like teddy bear heads, complete with little seaweed faces. He tried to tamp down his delight at seeing over half of the bento was dedicated to tamagoyaki. While he lived up to his stereotype of loving fish, the egg dish was a secret favorite of his; something his mother had made for him whenever he had a bad day when he was growing up. The second layer of the bento had even more. Rice, vegetables, and surprisingly a small but adorable piece of cake. Kugo put the bento back together with a small smile on his face. Perhaps it wasn’t meant for him, but it had been a long time since he had been able to enjoy something like this- cute and homemade, clearly filled with a great deal of care. He couldn’t quite feel guilty as he looked forward to lunch. He could pretend, just this once, that a sweet smelling omega had put so much care into something for him.

~~~~~~

Later that day, when most of the day team had left, Kugo made his way to the common break room. He carefully cleaned out the bento box in the sink, setting it to the side to dry. He folded the handkerchief it had came in, and placed it next to the box before sighing. He was in the process of scribbling a brief apology note when he heard a cough. He glanced up to see y/n leaning against the doorway.

“You okay, chief? Thought your shift ended an hour ago.”

Kugo nodded as he placed his note on top of the handkerchief. “Yes, just had a few things I needed to wrap up. What about you? I know you were supposed to be done several hours ago now.”

You fidgeted, embarrassed, shrugging your shoulders as you glanced away. “Had an idea for how to improve a few items and, well, you know how I get when I have a project. But what have you got there? You never struck me as the homemade lunch type.”

It was Kugo’s turn to look uncomfortable as he shuffled from foot to foot. “It was left on my desk this morning by mistake. I had no way of knowing who it was actually meant for, and I didn’t want it going to waste, so I ate it.”

You frowned as you walked into the room, opening cupboards and starting to retrieve things to make tea. You held a mug up toward Kugo in a silent question, grabbing a second one when he nodded. You were quiet for a few moments, going through the motions. After a while you asked “How are you so sure it wasn’t for you?”

Kugo snorted, leaning back against the counter and gesturing at himself. “Omegas aren’t exactly lined up around the block. I don’t place high on the ‘heroes that look most like villains’ list every year for no reason. Some unfortunate omega got confused about whose office was whose. It’s a shame I couldn’t give it to whoever it was meant for, it was a beautifully crafted bento.” Kugo doesn’t mention the note. Kugo especially doesn’t mention the note had found its way into his desk drawer to save as a memory of how nice it had been to receive the bento, even if it was an accident.

You laughed, passing him a steaming cup of tea, made just how he liked. “Sakamata, don’t talk down about yourself like that. You’re big, strong, and prime alpha material. You’re one of the top heroes! And even more importantly, you’re a gentle kind man that any omega would be lucky to have. I’d bet good money that that bento absolutely was made just for you.”

“A nice thought, but I doubt it. You’ll see. In a few days I bet a bento will make its way to who it was meant for.”

~~~~~~

Kugo stood stock still in the doorway to his office. Sitting on his desk was another cloth wrapped package. Once was a mistake, clearly. But two days in a row? Why on Earth was there another bento on his desk? He approached the desk and slide the bento to him. He untied the scented fabric with care. A cat shaped note greeted him.

“I’m sorry if it wasn’t clear before, Sakamata. I wanted to make this for you because I admire you so much. I’m not always great at saying my feelings, so I hope my cooking says enough.”

This was… for him. The bentos… were for him? He sat in his chair, leaning his head against his hands as he regarded the innocent looking lunch. If it wasn’t a mistake, then what could it be? Probably a fortune hunting omega trying to get in his good graces, if he went off his past experience. Though usually those types of omegas were more likely to offer favors of a different sort. Kugo winced as another thought occurred to him. There was a good chance this omega pitied him. Ugly, intimidating, unmatable. Someone had seen him and decided he needed looking after because clearly he’d never get someone on his own. Yes. That had to be it. He should leave the bento in the break room and end this farce as soon as possible.

His mind made up, Kugo picked up the bundle to do exactly that. The subtle smell of the contents hit his sensitive nose, causing him to salivate. Tempura? Definitely egg. Well, it would be a shame to not even look inside to make sure.

Clearly just as much care had gone into this one as the last one. The rice balls were shaped like little cat heads, to match the note. An assortment of tempura seemed to be the main dish, cute cat shaped food picks stuck in some of them. There were even paw print shaped gummy candies for the dessert. Every inch of the lunch was absolutely adorable. And it was all done for him. There was no way Kugo could let it go to waste. It hurt to know it was a gift given out of pity, but maybe, just for a while, he could pretend there was someone out there who loved him like this. The omega would grow tired of this eventually. Until then, he’d let himself enjoy this.

~~~~~

It was surprising how easily this had become routine. Every day when Kugo walked into his office, there was a new bento waiting for him. And every day he’d unwrap the bento, indulging a brief moment in the cutely patterned handkerchiefs. Every bento was unique and cute. They seemed to show a good understanding of his tastes and preferences. It was a pleasant break on the quiet days and a welcome comfort on the rough days. Each day there was a sweet written note that Kugo gently stored in his desk drawer. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

~~~~~~~

Kugo hated attending charity events. It wasn’t the charities, he always supported good causes. It wasn’t the dressing up, or the fancy atmosphere. It was the people. While a few of his friends were around somewhere, there were many many others who didn’t know him well. Others who were intimidated by his appearance. Others who apparently had no idea just how sharp his hearing was.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe Gang Orca is here.”

“I know! Well, I suppose he is a hero. Allegedly, anyway.”

“Did he come with anyone?”

“Of course not. I mean ew. Look at him. Can you imagine cosying up to that at the end of the day?”

“I know! And those teeth! If he tried to bond someone, he’d take their head clean off!”

“As if anyone would want to bond with that.”

“I don’t know. He’s in the top ten pretty often. He has to be loaded, right?”

“Would have to be a lot for me to even consider it.”

“It could be all the money and I still wouldn’t!”

“Oh don’t say that! Poor bastard can’t help he’s unmatable.”

Kugo walked away from the refreshment table as he tried to tune out the unkind comments and mocking laughter. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. He knew full well what he looked like. He had had enough failed courting attempts to know exactly what omegas thought of him. But it still stung. Stung more than usual, actually. The daily bentos with their scented cloths and cute little notes had almost made him forget. The only omegas who were interested either pitied him, or wanted his money. He could never forget that.

~~~~~

What he could forget, apparently, was that the number two pro hero was scheduled to be at his office the morning after the charity gala. Kugo stifled a sigh when he saw the red winged hero waiting outside his agency’s door. Of course he’d have to deal with this on a day when he wasn’t in the best of moods. “Orca! My man, good to see you again!”

Kugo nodded as he held the door open. “Hawks.”

“Didn’t get a chance to talk to you at the party last night. You know how it is. Go to one of those things when you're single, and you get swarmed.”

Kugo gave a non committal grunt. No, he didn’t know. He just wanted this morning to be over with. He perked up slightly as he saw you hurrying down the hallway toward them. Hawks gave a low whistle. “Who's the babe?” Kugo half growled. “That is Miss Y/N. The support item engineer you allegedly came here to see. You will be respectful and refrain from flirting with my staff.”

Keigo held up his hands and laughed. “Hey now big guy, don’t mean any offense. Just saying you’re lucky to get to work with that every day.”

Kugo jerked his head in an abbreviated nod. You slowed down your quick walk as you got closer, not wanting to interrupt the heroes’s conversation. Kugo waved you closer. You smiled at him so brightly as you joined the group. Yes. He was lucky to work with a friend such as you. Kugo’s nerves started to cool a bit as he introduced you and the three of you began to make your way to his office. Hawk’s casual questions were more inquisitive than flirty, and Kugo knew from long experience just how much you enjoyed being able to talk in depth about your work. He was smiling by the time he opened the door to his office, ushering the two or you in. Hawk’s next words hit him like a bucket of cold water to the face.

“Dang! Either you got one hell of a cafeteria service at this agency, or Gang Orca has himself quite an admirer. Delivered right to your desk, pretty bold, man! That’s exactly why I keep my door locked. There’s only so much lunch a man can eat, am I right?”

The bento. He had forgotten about the stupid bento. There it sat, as always. The handkerchief was especially cute today, some sort of pattern with teddy bears hugging and kissing. Any other day, the sight would have calmed him. Any other day he would have sat down and quickly poked through to see what surprises lay inside that day, would have read the note meant just for him with a smile.

But today was different. Others were in his office. The number two hero, handsome and popular. His support engineer, pretty enough to probably have plenty of suitors of her own. And then there was him. Large. Scary. Consistently told he looks like a villain. Has never had a relationship that wasn’t pitying or profiteering. Kugo remembered the whispered remarks from the party. Usually he’d be able to brush off Hawks’s commentary. But today…

Kugo snarled, his scent agitated as he swept his arm across the desk, knocking the bento roughly into the trash. “They are a nuisance that need to cease! I’m so tired of some desperate piting omega shoving their unwanted, unneeded efforts at me! Enough is enough!” At the end his voice was raised to a shout. He was dimly aware of his nails digging deeply into his palms. Kugo leaned on the desk, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself. He could hear the others shuffling behind him awkwardly.

“Come on,” You murmured and lightly tugged on Keigo’s sleeve. “How about I show you my lab and take some measurements before we get started.”

“Yeah. Um. Yeah.” Keigo allowed you to lead him away. You softly closed the door behind you. Kugo remained, hunched and breathing raggedly. It took him several minutes to calm down. It took him a few minutes beyond that to gather the nerve to make the trek down to the support lab. He slipped into the room as inconspicously as a man with his fram could manage. You were taking measurements off of Keigo and muttering to yourself as you tapped out notes on your tablet. Keigo noticed Kugo’s entrance and greeted him cautiously. “You good?” Kugo nodded. “I… apologize. It’s been a rather trying week, but I should have composed myself better.”

Keigo waved him off. “No worries, man, no worries. Y/n was just telling me she thinks that she’ll be able to rig up something for me that would help slow my fall in situations where my wings get damaged.”

You hummed an affirmative, taking a few more measurements before you started describing your process. Kugo couldn’t help but notice you didn’t look his way. You looked at the ground, at your tablet, at Keigo, but you were clearly avoiding Kugo’s gaze. He mentally winced as he settled onto an out of the way stool. It was rare for him to have that kind of emotional outburst. It probably could be heard even from outside his office. He’d make sure to apologize to you better when he got the chance. But for now, it was looking like it would be a long, awkward day. Goodie.

~~~~~

Kugo growled under his breath the next morning when he saw the cloth wrapped bundle sitting on his desk. Yesterday’s embarrassment was still fresh in his mind as he stalked forward. His thick fingers quickly untied the surprisingly unpatterned piece of fabric. There, under the cloth, on top of the box, was a note as there always was. Kugo’s anger was cooled by confusion when he saw it, however. The paper was a plain yellow post-it note. Instead of the painstakingly cute handwriting with the heart dotted “i’s, there was a clearly hasty scrawl.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to annoy you. This will be the last one.”

Kugo frowned, shifting in his seat. Clearly the bento maker had heard about his outburst from yesterday. That was… unfortunate. But perhaps for the best, since he had no way of directly telling them to cease their nonsense. Unconsciously, his hand balled up the handkerchief and as he had been doing for a while, he scented it.

The cloth had a slight smell of salt to it. Tears, Kugo realized uncomfortably. The smell of tears slightly diluted the normal soothing smell of whoever had carefully packaged these bentos. He had little appetite as he looked over what was there. Tempura. Salmon. Vegetables. A large portion of tamagoyaki. But the part that caused an uncomfortable weight to settle in his chest was the little red box, filled with slightly clumsy, clearly homemade chocolates. Kugo closed his eyes, sighing as he set the box to the side to wait for lunch. This was good. This was what he wanted, to be left alone instead of some kind hearted omega taking pity on him. He had lived a long time without homemade bentos and little notes. He certainly didn’t want the small offering of chocolates. When lunchtime came, he certainly didn’t linger over the food longer than usual, savoring each bite. He tried to tell himself that this was for the best. That this was what he wanted. He refused to think about why he tucked the handkerchief and the box of chocolates into his desk drawer instead of leaving them in the break room as usual.

The next day as Kugo opened his office door, he looked toward his desk out of habit; searching for the lunch that had been left. His chest gave an uncomfortable lurch when he found the desk was bare. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. This was fine. This was what he wanted. The sooner he forgot about all this nonsense, the sooner things would return to normal. He settled into his chair and began sifting through the paperwork he had to deal with. No better way to take his mind off his troubling thoughts and distract the whine of his inner alpha. He was certain. Things would be back to normal soon.

Two weeks later, Kugo listlessly picked at the limp lettuce of the poor excuse of a salad that he had picked up at a convenience store. He sighed, putting the lid back on the barely touched meal resolving to throw it away when he next passed a garbage can. He didn’t like to admit it, but he missed the carefully planned meals. Wondering what cute surprise was going to be next. It was nice that someone thought he might enjoy seeing animal shaped onigiri and cheesecake flavored kit kats. His alpha whimpered when he thought about the contented omega scent that gently perfumed every handkerchief, except the last. But just as the note had said, he had received nothing since that last bento. His thoughts remained gloomy as he entered the agency, quickly making his way into his office, locking the door behind him. He knew better than to hope as he looked towards his desk. Bare, once again. Sighing heavily, he slumped into his chair. He gently pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. Carefully nestled into it was the cleaned, empty bento box from the last meal, the small box of dwindling homemade chocolates, and that last precious handkerchief.

Kugo carefully removed the handkerchief. He brought the cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply. Stabbing pain shot through him as he realized the scent was barely there anymore. The faint scent of tears almost completely overpowering the last lingering trace of distressed omega. His hands clutched the fabric tightly, squeezing until he realized the stress he was putting on the fabric. He quickly placed it on the desk and tried in vain to smooth out the wrinkles. After a minute of fussing, he gently refolded it and placed it back in the drawer. Kugo stared at the contents, unblinking before slowly sliding the drawer closed. It was almost gone. Everything was almost gone. And he didn’t know how to get it back.

With a low growl, Kugo pushed himself up. Today was a rare day where he hoped for trouble on his patrol. A fight would certainly take his mind off things, and just maybe calm the whining alpha that echoed throughout his entire being.

~~~~

He really needed to be careful what he wished for. Kugo winced as he limped toward the support lab. He had gotten a fight alright. He had gotten three fights, a twisted ankle, and a once again smashed communication headset. It wasn’t his fault that he had gotten thrown backwards into a rather solid concrete wall. Y/N was going to kill him.

Kugo pushed the lab door open, stepping inside. His forehead creased in worry. The lab felt off. Wrong in a way he couldn’t immediately place a finger finger on. Well, he’d have to think about it later, he decided as he made his way to where you were sitting. You were at your workbench, tapping your pen on the table and staring at nothing when he settled down on the stool next to you. You glanced over as Kugo sat down, did a double take and let out a small noise of surprise.

“Sakamata! What happened to you?”

The large man shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “The usual. Villain didn’t behave exactly how I thought, and I paid for not being vigilant enough. Nothing too bad. Twisted ankle and roughed up a little. Unfortunately though…”

Sheepishly as a scolded schoolboy, Kugo pulled the shattered remains of his latest communicator out of his pocket and placed them on the workbench.

“Kugo!”

He couldn’t help but smile. He loved the times when you got worked up enough to call him by his first name. He watched as you gingerly sifted through the sad shattered remains.

“What did you do, hit it with a rock?!”

“Concrete wall, actually.”

You stilled before turning to look at Kugo, sharp and suspicious. “And I assume you were wearing it at the time?”

Kugo had the decency to look embarrassed as he nodded. Suddenly he was being fussed over, gentle hands touching his face and turning his head this way and that. An exclamation and curse left you when you found a large, sluggishly bleeding gash on the back of Kugo’s head.

“You! You Alpha!” You huffed as you started digging through the pockets of your lab coat. Kugo got a brief glimpse of colored fabric before the handkerchief was softly dabbing at his wound. Kugo hissed, only half listening as the scolding continued about how knot headed alphas needed to learn to go to the medical ward first before worrying about stupid replacable tech. He was brought back to the present when a hand, so much smaller than his own, grabbed his hand. You easily maneuvered him so that Kugo was now firmly holding the handkerchief over the cut. You hummed, satisfied for now.

“Now Sakamata, please hold that there until you can get medical to look at it. Doubt a hard headed man like you has a concussion, but might need stitches. I’m not exactly an expert. Don’t worry about the headset. I should be able to get a new one to you before my replacement takes over. And if not, I’ll be leaving some blueprints behind anyway.”

What?

“Replacement?”

You stilled, looking away from him. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just… I never found the right time to tell you.” You fidgeted, rubbing your thumb over your knuckles. “I’m going to be going to America soon. I’ve gotten a good offer to work with a few heroes over there that need someone specialized in mutation supports. It would do a lot to boost my career…”

Kugo reached out, grabbing your hand, and stopping your nervous motions. He tried to find words in his stalling brain. “This is really sudden, Y/N.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You wouldn’t meet his gaze.

He gently shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze. “Not scolding you. Just, is everything alright? Is something going on?”

You pulled away, digging your hands into your hair with a sigh. “You know me too well.”

Kugo gave half a smile. “I would hope so. I like to think we’re friends. Is there anything I can do? Are you in trouble in some way?”

You shook your head. “No. No, nothing like that. It’s kind of embarrassing. Just… A courtship that really didn’t turn out well. And I just… I could really use some time away to get my head back on straight. Eagle Pride’s office has mentioned wanting me to go over and collaborate with them for a while, and what better time than now?” Your laugh sounded bitter.

Kugo sat silent and stunned. He hadn’t known you were courting. Being courted? Honestly, he wasn’t even sure of your dynamic. If you weren’t beta, then you certainly hid your scent well. He cleared his throat before speaking hesitantly.

“I certainly won’t stop you if you truly wish to go. It is an excellent opportunity. Might be a step in having your own support company if you wish. And if not, you’re always welcome here, Y/n. You must know that.”

You give a small smile, finally looking him in the eye. His chest tightened when he saw tears there. “I know, Kugo. You’ve been nothing but kind to me. You’re a good friend for putting up with me.”

“There’s no putting up with. I enjoy your company, always.” Kugo reached out slowly, but you turned away and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. He frowned, placing his hand back in his lap. “And you sure you’re alright, Y/N? No one is threatening you, are they? Someone unsafe taken an interest in you?”

You snorted, “Nothing like that. And people think I’m the dramatic one. No. I just got rejected is all. I miscalculated. Thought they were interested, but they made it very clear they aren’t.”

“Then they’re an idiot.” The words escaped Kugo before he even realized what he was going to say. But it was true, he was sure. You were beautiful, kind, smart. Anyone would be beyond lucky to hold your interest. On the rare days he allowed himself to dream, he often thought he’d love to have someone like you as a mate. Someone who knew him well and cared for him as much as he cared for them. He felt pains in his chest and his eyes widened as realization hit him in the face like a wet mackerel. Oh. He was jealous. He was jealous of whoever it was that y/n had tried to court. And he was angry. Furious that some fool had rejected her. Hurt her. But he was glad she was still here. Yet she was going to leave. Going to leave him here alone. His thoughts swirled and tumbled, and he swayed slightly in his seat. And hand on his shoulder stilled him and he looked up into your concerned eyes.

“Hey, you’re not looking too good. You really should get to medical. Do you need me to help you?”

“No. No. I can make it down a few hallways, thank you though.”

Kugo stood, and tried to give back the cloth he had been pressing to his head. You pushed it back, gently scolding him. “I said leave it there until someone can look at it. If you insist on returning a silly old rag, you can wash it and give it back later.”

Kugo nodded and mumbled out a goodbye. He had a lot to think about as he slowly made his way to medical. So. He liked you. The more he thought about it, the clearer it seemed to him. He’d liked you for a while. Things were always easy with you. But now, you’re leaving. He couldn’t stop you, and wouldn’t even if he could. You clearly felt like you needed to go.

He was still ruminating on his thoughts as the doctor ushered him to a bed. He was poked and prodded. Kugo managed to mumble out what must have been coherent answers. In the end, he did end up needing a few stitches. And just like that, he found himself fixed up and back in his office. He snorted a laugh at the absurdity. How can a day like this somehow manage to be just another day? Kugo sat in his chair and twisted the cloth in his hands absently. He brought it to his nose and sniffed out of habit. Oh course, the scent of his own blood was the most dominant. But underneath that was the usual calming scent of omega. His shoulders relaxed as the tension ran out of him. He pulled that cloth away, idly looking at the pattern. It was cute. Floral. Reminded him of the cloth that the first bento had been…

Wait.

Wait.

He hastily brought the handkerchief to his nose again. There was no mistaking it. He knew that smell. He had missed that smell for weeks. It was faint. But it absolutely was there. Omega, soft and sweet. Not any omega. His omega. His bento maker. His y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n who had seen him toss her courting gift in the trash, who thought he had completely rejected her, and who was moving to America.

Kugo was on his feet in an instant. He’d never made the trip to the support lab that quickly before. You jumped when the door flew open, hitting so harshly that the doorknob dented the wall.

“Sakamata! What?”

He dropped to his knees before you, arms wrapped tight around your waist and his head pressing against your stomach.

“Kugo?” You asked softly, hesitantly stroking along his fin. “Kugo, what’s wrong?”

“You’re the best thing life has ever given me. Please don’t leave. Please.”

You made a soft, wounded sound. You kneeled slowly, and took his face in your hands. Kugo leaned into your touch like a man who had been starved of affection his whole life. You stroked your thumbs over his cheeks.

“Kugo, I’m going to need you to speak plainly, so I’m sure I don’t misunderstand. What’s going on?”

His large hands came up, taking both your hands in his.

“I’m an idiot.”

You snorted and tilted your head, confused. He met your gaze as he continued.

“I’m an idiot and I love you.”

You inhaled sharply, looking at him in disbelief. He pulled the crumpled, bloodstained handkerchief from his pocket.

“I’m an idiot because I love you and yet I never even noticed that you loved me too. You showed me every day. You knew I like eggs just as much as fish. You cared enough to make them cute. You gave me extra sweets on days when I was working a double shift. I loved every bento you made me. I have every note saved. And I might be an idiot, but I’d be an even bigger idiot if I let you go without saying something. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, and I love you and please don’t go.”

“Kugo.” You smiled sadly. “I’m sorry. I already promised I’d go.”

Kugo inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes lowering to the floor.

“But,” you used your hands to lift his chin. His gaze snapped back to yours. “It’s just for six months. Six months, and then I’ll be right back here. With you.”

“With me?”

“Mmhmm.” You gave his nose a quick peck. “Always. You’re the best man I know. I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world for me.”

Kugo groaned and pulled you close, burying his face in your neck. From here, although it was very faint, he could smell your soothing scent. “You can’t say things like that and then tell me I can’t have you here for six months!”

You chuckled as you hugged him close. “Well, we have two weeks before I leave. We have a little time. And once I’m back? We’ll have all the time in the world.”

“Even that won’t be enough time to spend with you.”

“Dork.”