Avoiding sleep by thinking of a #kiribaku ( #krbk ?) Omegaverse AU where Omega Kirishima doesn’t wear scent patches around anyone but Alpha Bakugou and it drives Bakugou crazy.

(I guess CW: a/b/o, miscommunication, forcefully tearing your bro’s scent patch of without permission-)

It used to be a requirement in the age of their grandparents but society has grown enough that omegas no longer need to hide and restrict themselves as much. Meaning omega students have the option of wearing scent blockers+

so that other students can’t pick up on their scent or refuse them and just go all natural.

A lot of people nowadays don’t exploit being able to detect moods from their scent and using it against them. (Omegas are also free to go a full heat without having to restrict their scent - in the safety of their nest obviously.)

So it’s not uncommon to see someone still baring stark white patches across the glands in their neck, wrists, and a hidden one across the thighs, but most U.A. students feel confident enough to go without.

Kirishima is one of those people - except when he’s around Bakugou.

It wasn’t always like that. In the first couple weeks of their budding “friendship” Katsuki can remember a burst of omega musk - and the slight twinge of something that made it uniquely Kirishima - when his palm would openly land across his back in cheer+

or elbows leaning on his shoulder in a casual display of companionship.

Admittedly Katsuki used to believe that Kirishima would only openly touch and hang around him to make himself seem stronger - an omega capable of handling and alpha’s scent and aggression without flinch.

But everything about their dynamic has changed over time. Kirishima has always been strong; has saved him just as many times as he’s given him a good ass kicking and he hasn’t left his side one single time.

Only now he wears shitty scent blockers that make Katsuki’s nose twitch at the absolute absence of smell.

Katsuki isn’t even sure when he had started noticing he wore them, completely used to the sweaty musk and antiperspirant spray Kirishima used, along with his ‘manly’ cologne. Maybe even a bit of that muscle cream he’d lather on after practice, deft fingers digging into bulging+

muscles, making them shimmer.

But the goosebumps he used to get when he caught a whiff of Kirishima’s unabashed joy no longer flutter down his arms and all he tastes is antiseptic when a strong wind blows and Kirishima is standing beside him.

And maybe he could get over that if it weren’t just Katsuki who he wore them around.

It's obvious; maybe it took a little time for Katsuki to be sure, but he's observant to anything that directly impacts him. And he'd been spending more time with the red-haired idiot, so of course he noticed. That shit wasn't on when he spied Kirishima and that pink bitch leaving

the dorms for one of their bi-weekly "shopping dates". Pikachu never complained about the medicinal smell that wafted just beneath Shitty Hair's add-ons, even had the nerve to correct him with 𝘋𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵?

𝘒𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳.

What the fuck did that even mean?!

Sometimes, if he'd finish up training a bit earlier, he'd catch Soy Sauce coming out of "the manly den", a waft of something warm sticking to his skin, making Katsuki want to pause in his strides and take a second to just memorize that stupid smell. But that shit would just

be tainted with whatever weird hippy-shit Pinky bought for him to rub on, so he'd skip it and go kicking Kirishima's door until he'd come over for them to study.

It's whatever; Shitty Hair spent the most time with him anyways. Maybe he just didn't have enough scent patches lying around to always be wearing them.

It's not like everyone had the privilege, anyways.

Katsuki doesn't so much as take the stairs as he clears two sets of them racing down towards Deku's dorm.

Fuck. What the fuck could be so bad that mister one-for-all himself couldn't take care of it? What was the point of that big flashy quirk if something happened to Kirishima

Somewhere down the halls he's lost a slipper and still almost manages to bust his ass sliding to a stop in front of Deku's dorm, but he grabs the handle in the last second and gives a silent victory cheer. Then he's pushing that fucking handle down and slamming his shoulder in.

Only for the door to be locked.

"Deku! Deku you fuck! You better open this damn door right now or I'll blast it!" Katsuki could care less if he woke the whole floor up or if they called the teachers.

He was here for Kirishima.

"Kaachan?! H-Hold it! I'll open the door just stay back-"

"Like hell I will!" As soon as he hears the door lock click he's shoving himself in.

Almost falling on his ass when his nostrils decide to finally catch up and smell.

"-because it's thick in here..."

It smells...warm. Like going outside on a not-too-hot day and laying in the grass under the shade of the tree; enjoying the birds and the breeze; the small sounds of insects flying by; clouds blowing by and occasionally hugging over the sun. It's everything he feels climbing

up a hiking trail, breath coming out in quite pants with the altitude and exertion, listening to his best friend chatter over his side with his winded, raspy voice, smiling like the sun in the sky.

Pikachu had it wrong. Kirishima didn't smell like summer, he smelt like, like-

𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚.

Katsuki curls his palm around the door, pulling it back from where it crushed Deku into the wall, trapping him. The beta let's out a wheezy breath with freedom, weight bracing against the door, shutting it a fraction more.

He doesn't hesitate to smash Deku into the wall again.

"𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!?"

Deku, too familiar with the wall, can only babble, "...what did I do 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 time?!"

Katsuki's pissed enough that he doesn't think when he steps in to yank his arm, intending to pull him out - into a punch - 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Kirishima, who's otherwise been completely silent up until now, keens - motherfucking 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 - as the alpha's scent wafts into the

room, making him roll over in his makeshift nest.

"Alpha?" He all but purrs to Katsuki's silhouette in the doorway, struggling to sit up on an elbow as if to check.

The alpha doesn't give him the chance. Deku's yanked out of his room and into the safety of the hallway in one

fluid tug. He ends up smashed against the wall opposite his dorm door, this time with Katsuki's arm digging into him.

"You wanna' fuckin' tell me why you thought calling an 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 down to a room where an 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 is going through a full blown 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 was a good idea?!"

Deku scrambles under his hold, making that stupid fucking panicked face when he grasps onto Katsuki's arm, like it's going to make him let go. "Kaachan! Listen - I know, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 that this is a dangerous idea and it could, hypothetically speaking, turn out very, very bad.

I mean, the odds of an alpha keeping their cool while under high power pheromones is slim to none, not to mention Kiri's stressed and making his scent even stronger, really the fact you didn't jump him immediately is astounding-"

"There better be a fucking point to this nerd!"

Deku's teeth clack together harshly, face twisting in an immediate grimace. He's been able to push Katsuki's arm back from digging into his sternum, still holding on to his wrist subconsciously.

"Kiri...asked for you. No - more like begged for you to come."

Katsuki grounds his teeth together, baring the slight protruding fangs to the beta. "That's because he's in heat, shit for brains! Of course he's going to ask for an alpha-"

"𝘒𝘢𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯!" He says with a shout that surprises them both, making him shut his mouth

"He didn't just ask for an alpha - Tokoyami is one door away; Kiri can physically smell him from here, but he asked for 𝘺𝘰𝘶! Don't you think that means something?"

The alpha's heart begins to race in his chest. The brief moment of Kirishima calling out to the alpha in the

doorway flashes through his head.

"That doesn't making any fucking sense-" Kiri's smell is starting to seep through the hallway, making Katsuki question if he had gotten closer to the door, "he always wears scent patches around me. He doesn't want me to catch his scent."

There's a furrow across his brow, like Deku is deeply thinking for a moment. He ends up shaking his head. "Why would I lie to you about this, Kaachan? He's been talking about you since he walked through my door!"

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

Only him. Only Katsuki. The only alpha Kiri couldn't stand to be scented by.

"Whatever-" Deku starts to say, bringing Katsuki back out of his head, "the reason he does or doesn't wear patches is between him and you. All I know is that he needs to be in his nest right now and he doesn't feel safe getting there without you."

And like the universe is trying to prove that point: the door to Deku's room opens with a sudden creek, hinges groaning with movement.

Revealing Kirishima and the flood of his raw, heated scent.

The omega trembles feverishly before them, arms crossed tightly as if to protect himself from everything around. The red in his eyes looks hazy, even this far away in the harsh florescent lights.

But still, warm as sun, does his voice whisper, "Katsuki."

He holds his arms up; sweaty, panting, shaking, "Nest?"
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Fuck. He isn't a completely heartless bastard.

"We aren't finished with this talk, Shitty Deku." Katsuki pulls his arm back, giving the nerd a chance to take a raspy breath.

"Now help me get him on my back."

Kirishima doesn’t really ride on his back as much as he clings to it.

It’s like a damn monkey - or maybe a koala. Both of his arms are tight around his neck. Legs probably wouldn’t pry off without a crowbar.

His hot forehead pressed right against his neck, practically sticking them together with the amount of sweat between them. His warm, shuddering breath ghosts over his skin.

And Kirishima won’t stop fucking purring.

It's so loud, so deep - it has his whole back vibrating from the fucker’s chest being against it. His breath already had hair raising on the back of his neck and down his arms.

The purring gives him goosebumps. Makes his fangs push out.

He's not used to having them out.

During his rut is different. Hazy. They're out, but he doesn't notice them, doesn't notice anything over the constant 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 and mindless 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢 until he's too exhausted to do anything

but sleep for a couple of hours before the whole cycle starts again.

He keeps nicking his bottom lip with them and then growling because that shit hurts. But his growling seems to encourage the fucking back massager on him, who only gets louder in response.

His skin is tingling like his quirk before it ignites and Katuski might literally explode.

But he doesn’t - and won’t.

He won’t risk anything tainting 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 smell.

The wisps he had taken into his nostrils when he’d barged through Deku’s door had been like a spritz of cologne in a stadium.

Even the gasp that had flooded him when Kirishima stumbled out of the room had been a meager sample in the fucking cloud the omega had them surrounded in now.

It flooded the stairwell, like the time Dunce Face and Grape Fucker lit a stinkbomb in the dorms, sending everyone retching for fresh air.

But fuck if Katsuki wasn't retching, rather, wanting to lick the damn bastard down his brawny back and sculpted ass,

all the way to his slick soaked-

Damnit. This was exactly why he didn't need to be the one escorting Kirishima in his heat.

The alpha in him has him full on panting, nothing to do with the excursion and everything with the wet spot sticking his tank to his back.

He was going to have to burn this shirt. Maybe himself while he was at it. He was never going to be able to unsmell this. He would never get the layer of omega in heat and slick off of his skin without some kind of deep cleansing.

Kirishima was ruining him.

Nothing would ever scent the same again. Not after this, not while it was in his mouth and he's tasting it. Sucking down greedy breaths before patches of antiseptic would return and ruin the only thing that has ever made his alpha hackles raise-

He kicks in the door to the fourth floor, teeth curling back over his teeth.

Behind him, Shitty Hair Bastard chirps.

Katsuki shudders.

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. His brain thinks fleetingly.

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. His alpha chimes.

It's a miracle he makes it the couple'a steps to Kirishima's dorm without incident.

Now he's just gotta' type this bastard's code in, watch the weights in the middle of the damn floor, and toss him-

As soon as he (gently) suplexes Kirishima into bed, he's back peddling, hard footsteps slapping against the floor to try to get out before he gets the brunt

of content omega in a nest. If that scent were to even brush his nose, there's no guarantee he wouldn't do something he'd regret.

Especially when it's Kirishima.

His back slaps against the wood of the door, loud enough that Shitty Hair picks up his head to check the noise, meeting his eyes. Katsuki's hand keeps fumbling over the door handle, palms soaked with nitroglycerin. He'll come back and clean it up later when he-Kirishima

isn't losing his mind-

Out of all the things he expected to happen when he opened the door to make his escape, Katsuki, honest to gods, did not expect Kirishima to 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩.

The scent in the room sours so quickly, the alpha physically gags.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.

"Kiri-"

"𝙉𝙤!" Katsuki flinches back, the second time this evening he's been stunned out of speaking.

The door handle snaps out of his hand.

It's like watching a car crash happen in slow motion, one second he's staring into fever-hazy eyes, trying to figure out 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 in the three seconds since he opened the door could have possibly happened to make his eyebrows furrow like that.

And then Kirishima is trying to move - 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Holding his pillow in his arms, practically hissing as he tries standing.

Only to fall immediately on legs that shake like a baby deer.

Katsuki's stomach doesn't lurch; it bottoms when the omega makes an absolutely wounded sound.

And then there's the tinniest sniffle.

𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨-

Katsuki isn't sure if it's him or his alpha that takes the tentative step forward.

But it's what seals his fate. Because immediately, a strong chin juts up. Watery shimmer filling livid eyes.

And yes, yes in fact is Kirishima Eijirou, the Sturdy Hero, his strong ass combat partner, and - fucking yes, his best friend-

Is in fact crying.

The pin dropping silence is like a gunshot when the door slams closed behind him.

Kirishima sucks up snot heavily against the pillow.

“Knew it, knew this idea was stupid...” His raspy breath shudders, muffled lightly against the pillow.

His head shakes, face rubbing against the pillow.

With the door shut, the sour scent permeates the closed space.

Another shuddery breath and he’s dragging along the floor on his hands and knees, pulling the pillow behind him like a lifeline.

The fabric across the floor is the only other sound aside from short, hicuppy breaths.

His reddened knees stop after a short journey, right in front of a drawer. Built inside of the bed, same as anyone using the dorm issued furniture. It’s tanned an unassuming.

Until it’s opened.

The room goes from distressed omega to distressed omega in a hospital.

Pure antiseptic.

All from the torn up box resting in the bottom.

It takes a bit of fiddling, the sound of things shifting and a the noisy sound of pills shaking around. But eventually he succeeds in pulling something from the bed stash hidden in a box.

Plain white scent patches - prescription issued by the school nurse. Completely meant for him and his scent alone.

His hands tear into the wrapper, mechanical, seemingly second nature by now.

He doesn’t even need a mirror to start slipping them on either side of his neck.

It’s when he goes to tug his shorts up, aiming for the ones between his thighs that Katsuki finally snaps.

“𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦?!”

Kirishima jumps, like he’s forgotten he was there - or maybe assumed he left the room when the door shut. Did he really think he would just leave him curled up on the floor? Did he not feel him watching with a clenched jaw while he shriveled up smaller and smaller making

Katsuki’s chest tight?

His nose burns; he’s drowning in hospital smell.

Kirishima is staring at him like a ghost.

Wearing scent patches.

The ones he only wears around (1) Bakugou Katsuki.

𝘋𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵? 𝘒𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳.

𝘒𝘪𝘳𝘪...𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘕𝘰 - 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦.

Why was he in Deku's room? Why did he go so close to a heat? Why does he only wear scent patches around-

-𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Because he only does it with me.

-𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?

What did it mean? What did any of it mean? What was here that he wasn't seeing.

𝘒𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥...

What was stupid? What idea?

𝙉𝙤!

Why did you freak out when I tried to leave?

-𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Doesn't feel safe. Without me.

𝙉𝙤!

𝙉𝙤! 𝙉𝙤! 𝙉𝙤! 𝙉𝙤!𝙉𝙤!𝙉𝙤!

"Bakugou."

The alpha's eyes snap down, to the sad, quivering mess on the side of the bed. Red eyes pink from crying, drying snot under his nose.

Hugging his pillow tight enough his knuckles are white.

"Bakugou, man." Kirishima sucks in a trembling breath, "I think it would be good for both of us if you just go."

Go?

"-thank you for getting me to my room. I know it wasn't easy. I like, respect the heck out of you for it."

No.

"You're so strong."

No.

"So in control. A real hero."

𝘕𝘰.

"But I'm really kind of tired now and I don't think I'm making any sense."

𝘕𝘰.

"So I think maybe you should just-"

"𝗡𝗼."

Kirishima startles, surprised by the anger in his refusal, probably. His teary eyes manage to somehow look even bigger blinking at him like this, confusion eventually settling over.

His licked-over lips part - because he’s good with it, good with the taking shit, can just open his mouth and have something to say.

Katsuki doesn’t want him to say anything.

With bruising intensity, his knees slam against the floor in front of the omega. He doesn’t remember walking over and doesn’t care. His body is vibrating and he can’t take it. The room smells like Katsuki now and he can’t take it.

Kirishima is wearing those stupid damn scent patches and he can’t fucking take it anymore.

He tears one, like a bandaid, with his teeth.

Nowhere near its full intensity, but once again he smells the omega’s earthy scent.

He tastes the confusion and the surprise, but more than anything, the twinge of sadness deeply rooted within it.

Katsuki uses the full length of his tongue to lick over the exposed gland.

The first lap is the sterile flavor of medicine. Bitter, burning, making him grimace inwardly. It takes a few runs across his throat before the taste begins to taper into something more subtle. Briny, musky-

Saliva dribbles out of his mouth when a burst of pheromones explodes into his mouth, along with a flavor like the ocean, salt brimming sea and pine.

Fuck- 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. It tastes like a damn drug. If this is what addiction tasted like he’d be an addict. It makes his eyes lull, his lips tingle.

Katsuki nibbles with his fangs, trying to flood his senses again.

Kirishima starts purring against him, instead.

It’s definitely his alpha that pushes both of them to the ground, one callused hand cupped protectively to keep the omega from hitting his head.

But it doesn’t save him from the alpha looming over him, the one that pushes in between his legs, other hand bracing by his head.

He whimpers this time when the other scent patch is torn from his swollen neck.

A hot tongue is immediately there to alleviate it.

Something down in his chest rumbles with satisfaction when Kirishima simply tilts his head, baring his neck.

It’s easy from there because he knows exactly what to do, the omega’s noises guiding him over sensitive spots - like the one he sucks just behind his ear. If he’d take a moment and look, he’d marvel over the traveling constellations appearing with every tooth drag.

On both sides, he can’t help but alternate. Not when every long lave over soft, corded flesh eliminates all scent, leaving his and his alone behind.

It pumps adrenaline through his body, pleasure pulsing down to his very core.

Maybe it’s not the taste, maybe it’s the feeling of consuming, 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. Knowing that anyone who came near the omega would only smell him.

His tongue is raw. There isn’t a single place he’s missed. But his synapses fire for more. His body aches for more.

“Hold your neck still.” He demands, just before pushing all of the smoky, sugar-filled aroma he can muster from his glands.

It overpowers the room, like an aerosol can thrown in fire. An explosion of alpha that he physically feels the omega react to.

Kirishima shudders beneath him, either incapable or too content to move. His purring has grown to a throaty rumbling. His hands gripped into the flimsy material over Katsuki’s back.

His neck remains absolutely still, eyes heady. Face flushed.

Katsuki almost forgets to breathe when a soft 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 whispers from his throat.

He’s going to lose his damn fucking mind.

Their necks get pushed together. Katsuki’s toes curl.

This is how it’s meant to be. Supposed to be. Nothing between them but the fine hairs on their skin and the layer of sweat sticking them together. No muscle cream, none of Pinky’s weird shit.

No fucking scent patches.

Just Kiri’s pure unmarked scent mixing with his.

Katsuki pulls away just enough just to graze his earlobe, “You’re not allowed to hide this from me anymore, fucker.”

Kirishima trembles again - his ears are sensitive, Katsuki’s learned. He makes a soft noise and nods his head, but looks too content from all the scenting to really be listening.

Katsuki 𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘴. He nips his throat.

“𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 omega.” He growls, narrowed eyes watching until he’s sure he has Kirishima’s full attention.

It takes several seconds, doe-eyes blinking a few times, coming out of a daze.

“Baku-gou…?” He whispers, like he’s unsure. Like he hasn’t been completely scented over by him to know.

The alpha grumbles. “No more patches, you hear? I hate them. I hate them covering your stupid scent.”

It’s a backwards way of complimenting him, but he should understand. The bastard always understands, even when Katsuki doesn’t fucking understand himself. That’s what makes him different from all the extras.

So why he’s looking at him all surprised - mouth agape, eyes going wide, fingers loosening on his back - is beyond him.

The ticks of silence that follow after become tense, somehow.

Katsuki doesn’t like being looked at like he’s grown another head.

Which is why he’s the first to snap. “Fucking- what are you starting at?!”

Kirishima says nothing, blinking only at the raise in tone.

His mouth drops open a little more, eyebrows finally furrowing like he’s concerned.

“Did I break you?” He mumbles, like he’s afraid to be loud.

Now Katsuki’s the one blinking.

“Excuse me?”

Instead of answering, he feels one of Kiri’s hands move off of his back, watching it slither its way up his body and to his face.

The omega pinches his cheek hard enough he winces.

“Ow! Okay, definitely not dreaming...”

Dreaming? What the fuck.

“Did you hit your damn head falling on the floor? Of course you aren’t dreaming right now. Ripping those patches off must ‘ove fucked with your hormones and now you’re all high.”

The omega pouts underneath him, having the gall to lightly wack him.

“I’m not the one who’s high right now!”

Katsuki bites him.

Kirishima’s gasp is immediate, followed by a breathy, “Dude! What the hell!”

The alpha gnaws his teeth in further, pulling off long enough to slurp the spit trying to drip down his chin, onto his neck.

His alpha revels in the full on squirming underneath.

“Bakugou-!”

“Stop being dumb,” he interrupts, licking a strip up Kiri’s throat, just because he can, “and I’ll stop putting you in your place.”

The alpha backs off, just enough so they can meet eyes. “I’m not high. I know exactly what I’m saying and what I’ve done.”

He smirks. “And what I’m going to do to you next.”

Kirishima’s chest visibly inflates, the sound of air leaving his body with an audible breath. His pupils are already wide, magically growing wider, darker. Responsive to the alpha and his needs.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. He thinks, so that’s what he leans down to do. Wet lips just shy of touching red, bitten ones.

His mouth pushes into the soft plush of Kirishima’s palm.

The fuck?!

“What the fuck.”

He’s glaring at the omega who’s red in the face and practically wheezing.

Kirishima is gazing wildly back. “W-wait. This is- fast. All of this is too fast for me to think. I just need to think for a second.”

The alpha takes the wrist of the hand over his mouth in a vice. “You dumbass! You 𝘯𝘰𝘵 thinking is what got us here! What could you possibly have to think about now!?”

“You!” Kirishima yells, filling the room with a resonating echo.

Me?

A million and one thoughts flood his mind within seconds, following the silence.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘬𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯.

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦?

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦?

𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳?

Kirishima’s voice sounds watery when he breathes, “You said you hate me covering my glands - which means you like my scent?”

Katsuki stares, brain trying to consider those words instead of his rushing thoughts.

The omega speaks again before he can catch up:

“But you’re the one who said I should cover it up!”

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Katsuki feels like his body bottoms out.

Disintegrates. Combusting, blowing away in one fine breeze.

He didn’t- he would never-

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?

-𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Ask him. Fucking ask him. Askhimaskhimaskhim.

“No, the fuck, I did 𝘯𝘰𝘵.”

Telling him works, too

His - Kirishima’s - expression might be a little more comical if he hadn’t been crying before, if he wasn’t almost crying now, with his huge eyes and astonishingly wide mouth.

A mouth that pops open and closes once, twice.

“Uh, yes you did?”

How can something so unsure sound so completely sure.

“No,” Katsuki forces with a growl, “I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I’ve been pissed off for like two months trying to figure out why you did.”

Kirishima makes this little noise that sounds hysterical in Katsuki’s head.

Two hands come to push right at the give in Katsuki’s chest.

“I’m-” Kiri makes a strained laugh, “I really don’t know what to say here, dude. You’re being honest, and I would usually respect that, but I’m the one you said it to!”

Kirishima pauses, sounding genuinely fucking hurt. His scent is filling everywhere (like it used to) but the room smells like absolute shit with all of this 𝘴𝘢𝘥.

His tongue feels like it’s going numb, even though all he can think about is licking the omega until he can only be content. The alpha in him roaring like a lion trying to protect his den.

“I don’t get why you’re trying to turn this around on me anyways,” Kirishima cries, “when you’re the one who said: -𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵!”

The intensity in his chest feels like it’s going to burst something. Maybe it already has, with the loud ringing in both ears. It boils over, like a whistling kettle. Filling the void with constant, incessant noise.

It tastes like anger. It screams with rebuttal.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. His mind reels, uninhabited. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥-

Before he can swallow, before he gets really angry, before the vein can pop along his forehead.

Before he bursts over the accusations-

-𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Safe. 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘦. 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.

He breathes. And breathes again.

This between him and Kirishima. This is why they haven’t been the same lately. This is why things have been shifting; why there’s no longer a summer breeze hanging off his shoulder.

Why neutralizer permeates the air every time he comes into this room. The assortment of over-scented lotion bottles making an army over above his bed.

His scent, Kiri’s scent. What the fuck would he have said to make him ever hide his scent?

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘵.

There was so little to go on. Katsuki only noticed recently. There’s no telling how long he’s been going on like this. They all say stupid shit all the time to each other. When did they talk about scents? The fucker only used it to ease tension out of civilians and friends.

That’s why fucking everyone loved him so much. Like a happy beacon in the dark, or some shit.

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Something clicks.

Wait.

“Wait.”

Scent. Beacon. Tension.

“Holy fuck,” Katsuki yells, mind blown. Demolished. Eradicated.

Kirishima startles still under him, pulling his hands back, leaving them hovering. He looks confused and concerned.

Katsuki can’t fucking help it.

He 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴.

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Up until a fist collides with his gut.

It should have been expected, though it still has his alpha snapping in his head. Honestly, there’s no telling if he would have bit the omega into submission if he hadn’t been thrown over onto his back.

Katsuki stares, bewildered, up at a blotchy, red face. Kiri’s heavy breath ghosting hot over his skin.

His nose twitches at the aggression seeping from him.

“You think this is funny?!”

The alpha grunts because the omega on top of him fucking bounces (slamming down too close to his groin for comfort). Two open palms slap down on his chest, Katsuki can’t hold back his growl.

“Watch it.” He warns, lip pulling into a snarl over one tooth.

Kirishima pulls both hands back, considering, ultimately ignoring the alpha’s warning when he slaps them back down on either side of his head.

“No, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 watch it, you jerk!” His little fangs bear close enough to Katsuki’s face that he can smell his breath. “Insulting my scent, then denying and laughing in my face for it? Not cool, bro.”

Angry- Kirishima’s 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺.

Aw, fuck. His cock twitches.

Above him, Kirishima makes an incredulous noise.

“𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯?!”

Oh yeah, he can feel that.

Katsuki feels that wicked laughing building up again. “This all is totally fucked.”

There’s a pause before hot air on his face accompanies the omega’s sigh.

Katsuki’s eyes go slightly wide as Kiri’s face tucks into the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling his neck. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

The alpha gives him a moment to settle before tentatively wrapping an arm around his waist, sliding him up and off most of his groin, letting them both be comfortable.

He leaves the arm there.

Another long breath brushes against him.

Like this, together on the hardwood floor, nothing between them but thin, cotton material, Katsuki relaxes into warmth.

Kirishima’s warmth isn’t anything like his, naturally running a few degrees hotter so he could secrete more sweat, breaking thermometers and scaring doctors until they figured his quirk.

The omega is just warm. Like when snow ices the windows and the space heater can barely keep up, snuggling under a kotatsu in the dead of winter, warm. Or when he used to sit in between his parents, watching All Might reruns, staying up just a little past bedtime, warm.

It’s probably the heat giving him a feverish feel, making him this toasty, but it’s hard to really care about the specifics when he covers the alpha like a blanket. Breathing creating a bit of moisture on his neck. Heart thumping hard enough he can feel it against his own.

Kiri moves, pulling away a minuscule amount, so his lips aren’t against his neck.

“We need to talk about this.”

Katsuki breathes. “Yeah.”

The omega makes a humming noise, slightly like his purr.

“You like me.”

“Yeah.”

“And my scent.”

“A lot.”

“You never meant to say something that would make me cover up.”

“Yep.”

“But you did.”

“...Yeah.”

Kirishima’s shirt has tugged up just enough that Katsuki can feel bare skin and goosebumps when he brushes over it. His thumb makes little circles, over one of the dimples in his lower back, giving just enough physical stimulation for him to center his thoughts together.

“You remember…”

“Yeah?”

“Kamino.”

Kirishima instantly stiffens. “Oh.”

Like an afterthought, he says, “yeah.”

Katsuki has to take a deep breath.

“There’s not a lot I care to remember. Fucked up villains; losing All Might.” He says it passively. It won’t get to him, not anymore. “It never should have happened. It 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 happen again.”

He pauses, licking over his lips. Kirishima squeezes both his shoulders. A waft of something woodsy and calm fills his nose.

Tension leaves.

Just like he remembers.

“Some things come and go.” He presses, “From that night. Images, sounds. Sometimes there’s talking. Yelling. I don’t always see it all together.”

Kiri tries to move his head, to pick it up. But this- he can’t. Not while looking. He brings a big, sweaty hand to the back of red hair, burying them deeply and holding him against him.

Kiri goes pliant, letting him.

“I remember your hand, your voice. Your scent. All of that - together. Out of everything that happened, it’s the only thing not in pieces. You - there. Even though you smelt so fucking scared. When I grabbed your hand, all of that scared, worried, guilt- stink dissipated.”

Katsuki might grip tighter, he isn’t sure.

“You, made a smell. Just for me. Just so I could breath. I never- you never made it before. Or again after that.”

“Not until the fucking license exam.”

He feels all the air whoosh out of the omega like a deflating balloon. His lips lightly brush against him when Katsuki finally lets him move to face him.

Very carefully, Kirishima asks, “Bakugou, what do you mean?”

Bakugou feels his fangs scrap his tongue.

“I was angry, okay?” He snaps, “I wanted to taste victory - I was going to win. Then Meat-fuckwad steps in, I watch you get crushed into a pulp 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 me and I didn’t even save you in the end. Had to have Dunce Face take the win.”

Kiri’s face twists. “That’s part of being a hero, dude. You’ve been so good lately about working together, I thought you finally understood-”

Katsuki squishes him back down into his shoulder, letting his own head thunk against the ground with a groan.

“No good hero, bad hero lecture now. I’m talking about yer’ fucking scent.”

Whatever his response is, it’s muffled against his skin. So Katsuki continues.

“I do know. Sometimes using other assets will assure my victory in the end.”

Kirishima murmurs something, drooling a little on him. Katsuki ignores it.

“You do this thing, where you share you scent with every-fucking-body and it’s your thing, okay? Makes you likeable, or whatever. The extras always feel better when you do it. You’re a great damn hero because you make people feel safe.”

“I just didn’t- wasn’t expecting you to do it to me ever, well- again. Kamino wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. You weren’t supposed to burst out of a damn fucking wall with those morons, but you did.

I didn’t think my chest would ever feel like it was going to explode, but you and your fucking scent obliterated it.”

Katsuki’s teeth clack shut, throat dry with how much he’s already said. The voice in his brain is desperately screaming with him, a cacophony of 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.

He grinds his teeth, shutting his eyes. When he squeezes Kirishima, the omega releases more of his scent, enough that he can grit down and finish this.

“You made that scent again.” He murmurs - any louder and it just might end him. “The one, for me. Like Kamino. So I could breath. And I didn’t- 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵. It was a easy stupid fucking test and I failed it. After what you did, I failed it.

And all those fuckers there got to smell it- smell you and breath you, watching my failure. I was angry, in that waiting room, had to- needed to get away and you followed me. In the bathroom. And you did it again. I couldn’t- I can’t-”

𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

There’s a bite to his neck, making him jolt. His mouth opens immediately to growl, but the feeling of soft lips pressing against his skin freezes everything.

Even his breathing.

The presses don’t stop even though he does, starting from the crook of his neck and shoulder, dragging until there’s a light graze against his cheek and he can see bright, red eyes.

Kirishima puffs out a laugh, he thinks. “Man, we’ll have to work on this open communication thing. You kind of suck at talking about your feelings.”

The omega’s lips don’t stop his growl this time. Hardly even a rumble though when a warm hand comes to push back his hair.

“Who knew you were hiding such a big head underneath all of this messy hair. I’m going to start calling you Midoriya with all that extreme thinking you’ve got going there-”

Katsuki lifts his neck to snap at the wrist within biting range, but Kirishima’s faster in yanking away, with a laugh. “It’s a joke!”

He meets both of Katsuki’s open palms when he reaches up to grapple.

“I’m about to make a fuckin’ joke outta’ you!”

Kirishima smiles his big, dumb, stupid fucking grin. Squeezing their hands. “You wouldn’t do that, Katsuki. You like me and my scent too much.”

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Katsuki’s heart doesn’t just lurch, it tries to pound through his mothetfucking chest. “You…! Shit- where…?!”

-𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

Kirishima smiles bigger and lays down against his chest with a sigh. Like he hasn’t just committed an act of violence against Katsuki’s cardiovascular system.

His cheek sticks comfortably against his collarbone.

“Mkay.” He mumbles, after making himself comfy. After forcing Katsuki through early heart disease, to get comfy. “Fair is fair. My turn to spill.”

Katsuki stops grumbling, curiosity instantly piqued.

Kiri doesn’t keep him waiting. “Mina and I kind of orchestrated this - the scent patches, my pseudo heat. I was really crushed when you snapped at me, man. I sort of thought we had some kind of thing going and then that happened.”

“Mina insisted you couldn’t have meant it like that.

𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩?

I probably would have done nothing if it wasn’t for her.”

Ah fuck. He owed Pinky lunch now, didn’t he.

“So I ordered the patches and for a while nothing changed. You didn’t even seem to notice at first, I think? But then you started getting super agitated recently and Mina said it was finally happening. The heat trigger wasn’t actually planned, we had another thing going.

I just missed a dosage by mistake and, well. Kind of figured you smelling my raw scent would seal the deal either way.”

Katsuki jolts them up, absolutely seething, “You fucking dumbass! That was really fucking dangerous! You should have gone straight to the nurse you absolute moron-!”

Kirishima cuts him off with a whine, “Ughh, I knoww, okay? Mina got on to me too. But! That’s why I went to Midoriya’s room! I figured if anyone could stop you from going feral, he was really my best bet!”

Anyone could have jumped him in the halls. Anyone could have gone to Deku’s door and challenged him for Kirishima.

𝘋𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴.

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“Katsuki?”

At least this time his heart doesn’t slam against his rib cage. “Yeah?”

“I, uh, was just checking if you were still with me. You got really quiet and keep squeezing me, dude.”

Kiri’s seated on his lap now, kneeling over his extended legs, chest-to-chest. The omega sitting on his half-mast is doing nothing to quell the stirring heat inside, but he’s trying. He’s been trying since he flopped over on his back.

Katsuki sighs. “I’m angry.”

Red, tussled strands tickle the side of his neck.

After a moment, Kirishima lets out a breath. One he was probably holding. “Angry. Okay, yeah. That would make sense. Yeah.”

He thinks he hears his tongue glide over his lips. “Do...you, y’know, want to talk about it?”

“Not really.” Immediate.

“Oh.”

Even if Kirishima’s gland hadn’t been stuck against his own, he would have smelt it. The dip in pheromones. The slightest touch of acidic turn. Kiri’s smell is sharper to his senses now - maybe dialed to it for as long as he’s waited for it.

He doesn’t like this particular smell, but it’s everything he’s been waiting for.

“I’m not good at talking,” he says, after a moment of ruminating.

It comes out slow, just like the thought came to him. That thick molasses consistency now that things have slowed down.

He just wants to breathe for a second.

“Yeah, okay. We can do that.”

Oh, he said that out loud. Whatever. If that’s what works.

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Kirishima gives him a few minutes of silence before squirming. “Can I do anything? Can I get you anything-”

“Sit here and be quiet. That’s all I want.”

Acidic. Borderline bad citrus. It’s getting easier to tell the plunge in scent.

“...Do the thing you do. That makes everyone shuddap. With your scent.”

The omega sags on him, almost becoming complete deadweight. Violent isn’t something used to describe Kirishima, but his scent pumping out can only be described as that. It feels like seconds before the room is utterly smothered. A fast fill.

Katsuki, along with his alpha, preens.

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Words won’t come to him now - too much useless reflecting already; so many unnecessary things said. His pride can only take so much in a night. He needs some kind of reset so he doesn’t drag them back down to square one.

Conveying that now is absolute suicide. A heavy jaw just won't push it out. Tongue too thick to say what’s right instead of wrong.

But this? Is manageable. Holding strong around a stocky waist, feeling skin stick together through every bare orifice; the beginnings of a purr shared between their mashed chests.

Kirishima breathes a sigh of content, scent matching what Katsuki surmises from body language alone.

This he can handle. Will handle. Wants to keep handling as long as that may be.

The lack of scent is what got them here, so he wants to stay as full by it as he possibly can be.

The subtle, silent press of wet lips against his neck, he thinks Eijirou might finally be starting to understand.

❀ 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹 ❀

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