~xoxo| A Perfect Omega |oxox~
#krbk #kiribaku #bakushima #fanfic

๐Ÿ’ฅNontraditional ABO
๐Ÿ’ฅNegative Self Image/Esteem
๐Ÿ”žSexual Tension
๐Ÿ’ฅWill Add CW If Needed During Thread

Blurb is the Picture:
For the most part, the fact that Eijirou was so different that most people mistook him for an Alpha never bothered him. But that wasn't to say the young Omega never had bad days where he felt gross in his own skin. Ashamed of his second gender.
Studying at UA definitely helped. Being in a class full of aspiring heros meant none of the Omegas were the typical or ideal type.
Yaomomo, while tall and extremely elegant, civil and kind was also determined and fierce. She was a force to be reckoned with, something most believed an Omega should not be associated with.
Midoriya may have been on the shorter side, but he had a deceptive muscular tone. And while he may have started out quiet and timid, he was slowly growing into himself and becoming much more confident.
Koda, was everything a good Omega was meant to be personally wise, but he came in a blocky package.
Eijirou was usually able to kick himself out of his funk. Even when class 3-A and probably all of the school still thought he was an Alpha. It wasn't legal for staff members to divulge medical information, +
and one's second gender is not required to be public since the ABO protection laws were passed thirty years ago.

Usually people could tell one's second gender solely by smell, no official documentation needed. That was normal.
No one had ever asked Eijirou really, just assumed his second gender. Because of his looks. Because of the way he smelled. Even Ashido, an Alpha Eijirou went to middle school with, and a current close friend.
It was getting harder as the years went by though. Now in his last year of high school, well on the way to becoming the hero he had desired to be. Eijirou couldn't help but feel, maybe he'd be alone for the rest of his life. Stuck with a fruitless crush over his best friend.
Never finding a Life Mate.

Never being desired by anyone except the creep he had encountered when he first presented just after turning 13.
[โ—TW: Non graphic description of attempted Nonconโ—]
What a /great/ story that had turned out to beโ€ฆ Needless to say it wasn't one he ever shared with anyone.

You see, Eijirou's first Heat, like many Omegas', was not the best. Though he got a bit shittier end of that stick.
The police told him he was lucky, the Alpha that attacked him had succeeded in raping other Omegas before Eijirou was targeted.

He probably would have been fine, if he had presented in class. Or even on the train.
Contrary to what the media liked to portray, most Alphas had Blockers, and were civil. Not only was it the law to keep up on your meds, but instincts were rather easily quelled with experience and a strong will.
The train attendant would've called his parents, an Omegan passenger would have shared their Suppressants, maybe sat with him until his folks arrived.
Alas, Eijirou presented while taking a shortcut through an alley. A pathway that he'd traveled everyday became a nightmare.
The heat of arousal almost made him lose balance. His sense of smell heighten, knees trembled and Eijirou felt as if his pelvis was going to drop as a wet sensation coated the inside of his boxer-briefs.
As he took a break against the wall, Eijirou was knocked down from behind. His limbs were too shaky and he couldn't push the heavier adult off him. The sticky panting near his neck and thick clotting sent of an aroused Alpha sent Eijirou into a crying panic.
Teeth shattered against hardened skin, a rock solid heel found it's home solidly in the Alpha's knot, and a sharp elbow decimated the adult's nose making hot blood spray all over the youth's ripped shirt.
Unfortunately, Eijirou ferocious defense was not implemented before the sick man had cracked one of the boy's ribs, broke his small wrist, and left him with a gnarly back eye.
It wasn't long after he was attacked that a patrolling Pro Hero pried the creep off him. Eijirou was an unmanly sobbing mess as he rode to the hospital. He couldn't calm down until his mother was holding him against her chest, rocking him softly back and forth, +
using her calming scent to soothe him.

The experience was traumatic, even though it could have ended much worse. Eijirou was told his pheromones had soured, and would most likely stay that way for the rest of his life.
In that cursed alley was the first and last time Eijirou had ever smelled like honey.

Eijirou's loneliness only grew worse with his growing crush on his best friend. While Bakugou didn't seem to hate /all/ Omegas, he didn't seem to like them all that much either.
The Alpha was strong, loud, and confident. Probably close to /perfect/, at least in Eijirou's eyes. Sure Bakugou had flaws, he wasn't the best kid in middle school, and he was a nightmare of his own through most of first year.
There were many times Eijirou had to step in to apologize, or calm his friend down. However, the Alpha was growing. He was still very abrasive, but he had become a strange sort of /real/ friend to Midoriya in the last two years.
His criticizing words to the green Omega were full of advice instead of straight up insults. Bakugou was even friends with Eijirou's closest friend group, and had made his own friends in Jirou and Tokoyami.
Eijirou felt proud of him, even though it wasn't his place to have those thoughts. Bakugou was not, and never would be /his/ Alpha.

"You startin' your rut soon?" Bakugou huffed out from where he sat across from Eijirou. They had been studying at the kotatsu in the ashen blonde's room for a little over an hour. Eijirou hadn't even noticed his skin warming from his pre-heat, not just the table's heater.
The Omega hated lying, avoiding the truth wasn't very manly either. It might have been cheating, to never let the words 'rut' or 'heat' pass over his own tongue in context to himself, but he continued to let everyone have their own interpretation to his cryptic answers.
Eijirou licked his chapped lips and shrugged. "I'm renting a room the day after tomorrow." He lifted his carmine gaze from the table top and got locked in place by sharp crimson.
Bakugou studied the redhead for a moment before clicking his tongue off the back of his teeth. "You stopped your blockers too early then."
Eijirou swallowed harshly passed the lump in his throat. The tips of his fingers dug into the fabric of his pants until he was gripping them for dear life.
Alphas only had to enter two Ruts a year to stay healthy. They also got to choose when those Ruts occurred, and each cycle lasted three to five days. Omegas weren't as lucky. The average Omega had four Heats every year, lasting up to seven days,+
and they happened whether the Omega was ready for them or not. Thankfully, it was rare for Heat cycles not to land in the same four weeks every year. Irregular cycles were uncommon.
Eijirou, was a rare case of his own. Not because his cycles were irregular, they were scary accurate down to the minute. But he only had three a year. And they only lasted three days, not including the two days of pre-heat.
His cycles didn't really help the whole; 'Kirishima Eijirou is an Alpha' plight. Everyone thought one of his cycles was just him getting really sick once a year, and the other two were his scheduled Ruts.
So randomly one of his Heats he came back from his class would ask things like: 'Are you feeling better?' or 'Hope you're not still contagious dude.'

That's what happened when he came back from his last cycle in early November.
Eijirou knew he was going into pre-heat, but there was an important test tomorrow he didn't want to retake at a later date. Usually no one noticed when he started to enter his cycle, so he thought it would be fine, just a little uncomfortable.
Apparently not though, Eijirou spaced the fact that sitting in a smaller space would mean his scent would start to clot.

Finally gaining his voice, Eijirou spoke. "Sorry man, I guess I misjudged."
Bakugou's eyes narrowed, the ridges of his nose jumping rhythmically as the Alpha fought down a snarl. Just another thing that made Eijirou super self conscious, the undisputed fact that his heat pheromones now made Alphas want to fight him instead of fuck him. +
Similar to the scent an Alpha in Rut would give off, at least for fellow Alphas.

"Fuck." Bakugou hissed. In a swift movement the Alpha pulled the collar of his baggy hoodie over his nose then continued by reaching behind himself and pulling the garment over his head. +
His shirt rode up a little, trying to come off with his hoodie. "Put this on." He eventually growled, tossing the oversized balled up hoodie at Eijirou.
Fighting off unwanted tears caused by Bakugou's subtle rejection, Eijirou was quick to pull the black and orange hoodie over the top of his own thin t-shirt.
It took a lot of his willpower not to immediately bury his nose into the inside collar where the thick of Bakugou's comforting smokey caramel smell was headiest. Eijirou liked the fact that while he and Bakugou usually wore the same size clothes, +
since the other male's wingspan was longer he had to buy larger sweaters and hoodies. Which meant sweater-paws for Eijirou when he wore them. Luckily, the Alpha settled as soon as the redhead's scent stopped permeating the other's personal space.
If Eijirou played his cards right, he'd be able to take the article of clothing with him when he left for his heat. He's never actually constructed a nest before, therapy says it was due to his first heat, but he might make an exception this time with Bakugou's hoodie in hand.
Or more likely just sleep in it.

"Thanks Bakubro."

"Whatever." The Alpha huffed, focusing back on his papers. "You'll be alright tomorrow?"

Eijirou laughed awkwardly. "Yeah man, just normal stuff. I think we've studied enough for the material to stick."
"I wasn't talking about the shitty test." Bakugou growled back. "I have an appointment. You have to be there too."

Eijirou cocked his head to the side as he racked his brain for what type of appointment his friend had that he'd need to attend. "Uh, where are we going?"
Bakugou scoffed. "I finally found a fucking apartment that isn't total shit. It's as close to halfway between our agencies as we'll get. If the place is as nice as it seems, we can sign the lease then and there and move in right after we graduate.+
My parents are acting as guarantor, so we're set."

The redhead's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, and his brain shortcurcited on the word 'we'. Eijirou wouldn't pretend he was devastated that Graduation was so close.
With it came leaving the dorms and no longer being neighbors with Bakugou. He had a feeling a long distance friendship wouldn't last long with the fiery blonde.
He'd mentioned once in passing at the beginning of the school year that renting a place would be cheaper with the pair of them. He tried to play it off as a joke, but it still stung knowing Bakugou didn't agree.

Except now he was?
"W-why do I need to be there?"

Eijirou was pinned with a scathing look. "I just said shit-head. To sign the fuckin' contract."

"You want to live together? Like in the same place?" Eijirou had to clear his voice so he didn't squeak.
Bakugou slammed his fist down on the kotatsu's surface. "Why the fuck are you acting so shocked, asshole! You're the one who suggested it!"

Eijirou pouted. "You said it was impossible."
"No, I said it would be hard to find a non-shitty place less than three hours away from both our agencies! Do you fucking listen, or only hear what'cha want out of a fucking conversation!?"

"But you dismiss my suggestion, it's been over half a year and you never said anything."
"I wasn't dismissing shit! I found a place! It just took for fucking ever! You realize Endeavor is in Tokyo while Fat is in Osaka right? Forget about prefectures, they are in completely different regions. As is, weโ€™re gonna be comuting two fucking hours!"
Silence lapsed after Bakugou's scream.

The hot blooded Alpha took a deep breath. "It's getting late. Are you gonna go with tomorrow or do I have to fucking cancel?"

"N-no! I mean, yes! I'll go, I want to go. Please don't cancel."
"Good." Bakugou mumbled as he gathered his notes together and jammed them into his folder. "Don't take off after class. The hag is picking us up. Luckily it's a half day tomorrow, the drive is three fuckinโ€™ hours."
Eijirou nodded, following suit as he stacked his Notes and put them back in his bag. He zipped the top up and prepared to leave as Bakugou was already crawling into his bed.

"Where the fuck're you off to?"
Bakugou's voice froze him in place just as he reached for the doorknob. He should've known better than to think he could sneak off with the Alpha's hoodie.

Eijirou grasped the fabric over his chest. He hadn't even been able to smell it, or snuggle into its warmth.
Placing a fake smile on his lips, Eijirou turned with a halfhearted chuckle. "Sorry man."

Bakugou glared back at him, deeming the pause too long. "Well?"
Eijirou tightened his lips, pulled at the fabric a little. His hesitation to part with the garment must have pissed Bakugou off because he ended up speaking again.
"What the fuck'er you waiting on, a formal invitation? Shut the light off and get your ass over here! 'M fuckin' tired."

"Oh, uhโ€ฆ" Eijirou stalled. Sure, it wasn't weird for him to crash in Bakugou's room every once in awhile.
Actually, Eijirou had been sleeping in Bakugou's bed an average of five times a week, for almost the entirety of their third year. It wasn't weird, no matter what Kaminari thought, they were just really good friends.
Except, now it /was/ a little weird since Bakugou was obviously uncomfortable with Eijirou's current smell. "I thoughtโ€ฆ Nevermind."

Eijirou flipped the light off and placed his bag beside the door before walking shakily back over toward the bed.
His eyes didn't have time to adjust to the dim moonlight streaming through Bakugou's balcony window, so when Eijirou reached the bed he ended up running his shins into the frame. He tried to correct his mistake,+
but only enough to keep himself from smacking his forehead into the wall. Eijirou still fell across a startled Bakugou.

"Holy fuck! You're an idiot!"
Uncontrollable giggles bubbled out of Eijirou's throat as he scrambled to right himself. "Sorry, sorry! Man, I feel like I get clumsier with each cycle. It's bad, I swear."
Bakugou released a noise partway between a growl and an aborted chuckle. "Just get under the fuckin' covers before ya hurt yourself."

"Okay." Eijirou answered after swallowing down a few more snickers. He pulled back the outside corner and shuffled into the vacant space.
There was a lot less room then the first time they'd shared a mattress. Where one of them used to be able to lay on their back, the pair were now much too wide, and barely could fit laying on their sides now.
Bakugou had his back pressed firmly against the wall to give Eijirou enough room not to spill off the edge. He snuggled up to his fiery friend, hunkering down just enough to press the top of his head under Bakugou's chin.
"My uh, sent isn't too strong?" He murmured into the blonde's collar. He took a deep breath through his nose. Going absolutely boneless at the tang of carbon and campfire laced with a smokey toffee and spicy cinnamon aroma that was entirely Bakugou Katsuki.
"It's fine." Bakugou huffed back as he threw an arm over Eijirou's middle.

"Just thought you wouldn't want me to sleep here tonight 'causeโ€ฆ"
Bakugou huffed loudly, nuzzling into Eijirou's hair. His voice dipped lower, with a rough and groggy quality to it. "You wereโ€ฆ Are, giving off sleepy pheromones. Had to fuckin' talk to you, soโ€ฆ sweater."
Eijirou's heart fluttered as a hidden smile graced his lips. "Ah. Okay, I /am/ pretty sleepy."

"Then sleep idiot."
"M-kay. G'night -sukiโ€ฆ" Eijirou mumbled around a little yawn as his eyes grew heavy. Comforted by the weight of Bakugou's arm and the duvet, surrounded by his most favored smell in the whole world.
A cloudy, dream influenced voice answered Eijirou in his sleep-idled haze right before the black of slumber completely claimed him.
Something that was surely a dream, one Eijirou wouldn't remember when he woke.

"... -ove you tooโ€ฆ"
"You have scent patches?" Bakugou asked Eijirou as the pair walked toward the school gates the following day.
"Oh. Yeah. They're in my bagโ€ฆ Why?" Eijirou answered, trying to discreetly sniff at his uniform jacket even though it was near impossible to smell your own pheromones. "Is it bad?"
Bakugou hummed, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. "Just aggressive. Makes me wanna fuckin' spar with you. But the Hag's sensitive to that shit, it makes the ol'man nervous, and I fuckin' doubt the property agent will appreciate it."
Eijirou's chest gave an uncomfortable twinge. Of course he was letting off aggressive pheromones like an Alpha in pre-rut, instead of cloying allure like a normal Omega would. He should be used to it after all these years, but disappointment catches him every time.
Especially when he releases the odor around Bakugou. He wishes he could muster up the correct smells, at the very least, when he was around his crush. Maybe then Bakugou would know Eijirou was available and interested.
Obviously that was too much to ask though, since he was giving off the exact opposite smell. Warning those around him to steer clear, instead of inviting them in. Instead of inviting /Bakugou/ in.
"I don't have a mirror." Eijirou said morosely as he dug into his bag. He produced a packet of two patches and held them out to his friend. "Help me?"

Bakugou grumbled back before swiping the packet out of Eijirou's hand. "Whatever. Present, y'motherfucker."
A chill traveled down Eijirou's spine, and he had to swallow a whimper. He stuck a finger behind his tie and loosened it enough to unbutton a few buttons of his shirt. No Alpha would submit so easily, +
but it would've been crass and socially inappropriate for Bakugou to demand an Omega in such a way.

It could almost intimate, with out the cursing added, if Eijirou was actually being courted. If Bakugou /knew/.
As soon as his collar was free Eijirou tilted his chin subtly to his shoulder, exposing his glands.

Bakugou's intense gaze instantly pinned Eijirou in place.
Crimson irises swallowed by pitch pupils as the blonde focused intently where Eijirou had his collar pulled away. Eijirou could almost feel the piercing eyes track over his jaw, across the dips of his clavicle and lock to the thick cords of muscle that ran the length of his neck.
Toffee and smoke wafted between them as Bakugou took a swift step forward.

Actually, it was more like a lunge, and it had Eijirou's knees trembling when he could feel his friend's breath ghosting his flesh. See his nostrils flaring.
He was definitely glad he had the foresight of slipping a odor defusing slick-pad in his drawers.

Eijirou could almost believe his allure was finally doing what it was supposed to, drawing a potential mate to his side.
Especially as Bakugou reached forward with the patch in hand, letting calloused fingers drag against the sensitive side of his neck. Eijirou's eyes fluttered, falling half-mast as he soaked in the warmth.
Then as quickly as it started, the spell was broken by the pop of crackling palms, intense heat and pungent carbon overpowering the sweet toffee in the air.
Eijirou fought not to jump back, instead hardened the side of his neck by pure instinct. He knew if he looked up, Bakugou would see the tears shining in his carmine eyes. How could he be so stupid as to forget, even momentarily, how he smelled to Alphas.
Like a challenge.

Like dirt.

No Alpha would ever desire him.

Least of all Bakugou.

He was a broken Omega.

And Bakugou only took the best.
The redhead swallowed the lump forming in his throat and turned his head to bare the opposite side. He didn't dare lift his gaze when he spoke. "Other side too please."

Thankfully there was no crack to his voice.
The second side of his neck was covered much quicker than the first. Bakugou spent no time idling afterwards; instead moving away hastily. "We're gonna be fuckin' late, c'mon."
When Bakugou's back was to him Eijirou swiped at his eyes with his sleeve. He buttoned back up his shirt, fixing the collar but yanking the tie all the way off and shoving it into his bag.
Eijirou then set his trembling jaw, stretched a sharp toothy smile across his lips and moved to follow with an equal amount of hustle. Managing not to drag his heels with each heavy step.
He really didn't want to burden the mood. Even though all he wanted at that moment in time was to run back to his room, cuddle into Bakugou's hoodie, pretend he was a good Omega. A loved Omega. And cry himself to sleep.
"I'll talk to Sensei when we get back." Eijirou spoke as soon as he caught up to Bakugou. "They should be willing to let me use the rut room a day early."
Not a lie, Eijirou reminded himself, since he actually had to rent a rut specific room. Heat rooms were built for comfort.
Rut rooms were basically mini gyms that were near impossible to destroy, and all Eijirou ever wanted to do when in the middle of his heat was run. Run and sleep, sometimes hit something.
He was told by a doctor that it was all very 'Alpha' like, a fact that constantly worried his parents.

"Don't care." Bakugou growled, focusing on the sleek little blue Su/baru parked outside UA's gates.
"Kirishima-kun!" Bakugou Mitsuki called as he and her son slid into the back seat. "It's been a while how've you and the brat been?"

"We're fine." Bakugou grumped back.
"I don't recall asking you Katsuki." His mother half snarled back. "I wanted an actual answer. From Kirishima-kun."
"We've been good Bakugousan. Katsuki and I've been studying a lot, well mostly just me." Eijirou chuckled. "Katsuki already knows all the material, we're excited to graduate. I can't wait to make hero work into a career. Katsuki's inpatient too!"
"Tch." Bakugou clicked, settling grumpily into his seat.

Bakugou Masaru shifted the car out of park silently and drove off. "It is nice to see you once more Kirishima-kun." He eventually spoke.
"You too!" Kirishima chirped back at Bakugou's father. "Katsuki kind of sprung this on me last night."

"Katsuki! What the hell you brat!? You don't just tell someone they're going to live with you! I raised you better than that!" Mitsuki screeched.
"I didn't fucking force him! He brought it up first you hag!"

"I mean, like ten months ago yeah! It was still a surprise though!" Eijirou tried placating both sides. Something Omega-like that he was actually decent at.+
"It's no big deal. Katsuki's always been a big planner, he just forgets to let others know what he's thinking sometimes. He's getting better at it!" He finished with a friendly shoulder bump to Bakugou's side.

"If you're sureโ€ฆ"
"I am! I was really nervous about living alone, hadn't even looked for a place at all! Its not like I could end up back at my folk's place, a five hour commute is impossible. Katsuki's always helping me out."
If Eijirou didn't know better he would've swore Bakugou's ears turned red as the blonde watched the world wiz by out the window. Wishful thinking.

The ride wasn't too draining, though traffic wasn't all that great. They eventually pulled up to a tall building a bit more fancy than Eijirou was expecting.
"Uh, this looks a little high class." He murmured nervously, eyeing the four story building. It looked like there was an actual parking garage underneath, and an inside lobby that possibly had a security access to get to the apartments within.
"Not really." Bakugou shrugged as they all stepped out of the car. "The rent's not that bad."

Eijirou hummed back as they made their way to the front of the building.
A woman of short stature, with glowing neon eyes was waiting for them. She bowed politely as they approached, and offered a business card to each person. "Furuya Reina from the property agency, it is nice to finally meet you in person Bakugousan, Kirishimasan."
"You as well Furuyasan." Eijirou answered bowing just as deep when all Bakugou did was a grunt.

"Let's get started then. I'm sure you young upcoming heroes are very busy." She said lightly while moving to enter the building.+
"This is the front lobby. Everyone's mailbox is located on that wall." Furuya motioned open-palmed at the wall lined with lockboxes. "The building has medium security. You have to swipe a card to open both the elevator and the stairwell. +
If you are expecting guests, there is a monitor where you can key someone in."

Eijirou tried not to gape at everything the property agent was saying but it was hard to keep his body from vibrating. Nerves coursed through his veins and fluttered in his stomach.
Furuya keyed them into the elevator. There was just enough room for the five of them not having to touch in the confined space. Fitting more than one other person would have been uncomfortable.
As it was, Mitsuki had her back pressed to her husband's chest, Furuya kept to the corner directly in front of the buttons, and Bakugou was pressed into the opposite corner. He was white-knuckling the handrail.
Eijirou slid easily next to his friend. He was careful to keep half an arm's length between them but also took hold of the railing millimeters from Bakugou's right hand.
Bakugou's sharp gaze flickered from the other occupants of the elevator to Eijirou's hand then back again. There was barely a pause before his right hand slipped from the railing, nudging Eijirou's left before Bakugou committed to grasping his hand.
Neither of them said a word about the exchange. However, Eijirou did squeeze Bakugou's fingers in acknowledgment and received a stronger press against the back of his palm in return.
Eijirou was so distracted by the tender moment that he completely tuned out Furuya going over information on the neighborhood. He also entirely missed the soft look he and Bakugou got from Mitsuki as she pressed further into Masaru.
"Here we are." Furuya chirped as the doors opened. "If you choose this property, you will be taking # 308. Luckily, you only share one wall with a neighbor. Though it doesnโ€™t matter all that much since the walls are pretty thick considering the building was made 35 years ago."
Furuya immediately opened the door to the numbered apartment she had mentioned as soon as they got to the door. "I've prepared slippers for everyone in the genkan." She was swift to remove her blue heels and slip into a pair of simple white slippers.
She quietly waited for everyone else to put their slippers on before she continued. "As you can see, the genkan is plenty spacious and comes with a simple getabako built into the wall. Here, the first door to your right is the washroom. +
Inside you will find a washing machine. The right inside door holds the toilet, while the left has the bath."

Bakugou nudged Eijirou inside the washroom before peering around the doorway himself, scrutinizing the setup with a critical eye.
Eijirou opened the sliding door to the bath and gave the room a low whistle. "The bath is huge!" He called as he leaned backward out of the room, hands braced on the doorframe. "Seriously, like three adults could fit!"
Bakugou hummed back. He'd opened the other door and had walked in to check how much room was in the toilet, and he was grimacing when he faced back around.
Furuya seemed not to notice as she turned down the hall. "The first door on the other side of the hall is the smaller of the two rooms." She spoke, keeping the pep in her tone as she opened the next door. "Storage closet included."
Mitsuki walked into the room. "Are both rooms western style?"

"Yes ma'am," Furuya answered promptly.
Bakugou followed his mother into the room. He went straight for the storage closet to the right and slid the door open, checked the space within then shut it again.
Eijirou bounded over to the window to check the view, which admittedly wasn't amazing, but it let some natural light in which was nice. "It's about as big as our dorm rooms in UA!"

"If you'll follow me down the hall, I can show you the kitchen and living space," Furuya said.
The kitchen was a little bigger than Eijirou expected. Most of the counter space was facing the living/dining area which was nice. There was also a small bar counter on the backside.
โ€œThe windows are huge!โ€ Eijirou gasped as he sped toward the balcony. The entire back wall was windows and a glass door leading out to a spacious balcony.
โ€œThere is a door into the second room from the balcony as well as a small outside storage,โ€ Furuya commented as she slid the balcony door open.
โ€œWow! Kats-uki!โ€ Eijirou cringed at the use of Bakugouโ€™s given name but tried to continue as if the name drop was purposeful. Seeing that all members of the Bakugou family were present, it wouldโ€™ve been believable. โ€œLook at the view! You can see so much of the prefecture!โ€
Bakugou stepped up beside Eijirou giving the redhead a hum as an answer.

โ€œYou okay man? Youโ€™ve been really quiet.โ€

โ€œFine,โ€ Bakugou grumbled. โ€œJust thinking. The place is good. Nothing majorly wrong.โ€
Eijirou nudged Bakugou in the ribs. โ€œWouldโ€™ve thought youโ€™d be a little happier than this... The apartment number may say three, but itโ€™s actually on the fourth floor.โ€
When Eijirou didnโ€™t give any more information on his train of thought, Bakugou rose a brow as if to ask: ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต?

โ€œI meanโ€ฆโ€ Eijirou couldnโ€™t help the stretch of a wide grin growing on his lips. โ€œFour is your favorite number.โ€
โ€œNo it ainโ€™t,โ€ Bakugou said, except the way his voice pitched made it sound more like a question.

โ€œCould have fooled me, seeing that you go around screaming it all the time.โ€ Eijirou couldnโ€™t contain the laugh that bubbled out at the end.
Bakugouโ€™s brow twitched, his ears turned red and a scowl increased further on his face. โ€œShut up and DIE shit head!โ€

โ€œOop, there you go again! Yelling your favorite number!โ€ ยน
Eijirou cackled like a hyena as he dodged the swipe Bakugou made at him. He ran from his friend, ducking into the last room they hadnโ€™t observed yet.

Bakugou was hot on his heels.
Strong arms encircled Eijirouโ€™s waist as Bakugou tackled him.

They hit the ground hard, Eijirou barely managing to save his head from bouncing off the wooden floors by shielding his face with his arms.
He couldโ€™ve hardened but he didnโ€™t want to risk damaging the floors before they decided if they were going to rent the place.

Eijirou giggled as Bakugou's biceps flexed over his sides, the blonde's fingers digging into Eijirou's abs.
"D-dude tha-t t-ickles!" Eijirou guffawed around desperate gulps of air. He wiggled in an attempt to squirm free.

Bakugou grinned manically and dug his fingers deeper making Eijirou buck into him with uncontrollable chortles.
"Serves you right, asshole!" Bakugou jeered.

"Kats-tsuki! Stop! P-please!" Eijirou squirmed under his friend, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes with how hard he was laughing. He tried pushing at the blonde's forearms, but Bakugou had him pinned down.
Eijirou was stuck having made it halfway on his side. Bakugou continued to mercilessly tease his stomach.

Kicking out, Eijirou tried desperately to dislodge Bakugou. However, despite being the same height and nearly ten kilos lighter, Bakugou had Eijirou thoroughly restrained.
The blonde firmly straddled over Eijirou's hips. His thighs flexing against Eijirou every time he tried to buck Bakugou off.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" Mitsuki nearly screeched from the door leading back into the living space.
"Tch," Bakugou clicked with instant irritation settling on his face.

Eijirou's cheeks might have flushed if they weren't already bright pink for how hard he'd been laughing.
"Sorry," Eijirou shouted automatically. He went to move just to realize Bakugou was still straddling his hips.
The blonde might not have had his arms wrapped around Eijirou anymore, but he was still crouched over him. Palms pressed firm to the wood floor on either side of Eijirou's rib cage. His face, so close to Eijirou that the redhead could feel his breath ghosting across his collar.
Suddenly everything felt much more intimate.

Eijirou squirmed and tensed, pressing his thighs together in an attempt to quell the sudden heat rushing downward. He took a few deep breaths to calm his thundering heart rate.
The last thing Eijirou wanted to do was sport a boner and gush slick in front of Bakugou's parents and the poor property agent.

It would be mortifying.

Not to mention that the odor diffuser could only do so much. Made for covering up minor leakage, not heavy arousal.
Bakugou huffed near Eijirou's ear causing a shiver to erupt down his spine. Eijirou swore he heard Bakugou take a slow inhal, as if he was scenting, before he finally shuffled backward enough so they both could stand.
Eijirou pulled himself up on shaky legs. His blush refused to dissipate. He'd never been so turned on this close to his heat before. He really hoped the patches Bakugou put on him would hold.
Furuya cleared her throat as softly as humanly possible before breaking the silence. "Seeing as this is the last room, how do you like the place? Do you think it suits your needs? Would you like to finish the documentation now, or do you need some more time to think it over?"
"Give us a minute," Bakugou growled.

Mitsuki gave a powerful scoff. "Don't start roughhousing again." Then she turned, grabbing her husband by the elbow and walking out of the room. She brought Furuya with her, asking a few more meaningless questions.
Bakugou followed them, shutting the door to give Eijirou and him some privacy. "So?"
Eijirou straightened out his shirt looking shyly up from the floor. "I like it a lot. The rooms are decently sized. The bathtub is awesome. There is enough room for a table and an entertainment center in the living space. It's almost too perfect for a first home, y'know?"
Bakugou folded his arms over his chest. "We need the space." He stated simply, then gestured with a flop of one hand. "Figured you were gonna wanna keep most of the shit you have in your dorm, but it ain't going in here."
Confusion marred Eijirou's face especially with the way Bakugou was staring him down as if he was waiting for Eijirou to fight him. Heโ€™d figured heโ€™d get the first room, which meant his things obviously wouldnโ€™t go into the room they were standing in.
โ€œUh, yeah man. 'Course,โ€ Eijirou decided to just agree.
Bakugou nodded approvingly. โ€œWeโ€™ll put your work out shit in the other room, maybe a few futons in the closet for the losers since I have a feeling theyโ€™ll be wanting to fucking sleepover sometimes.โ€
He paused briefly to hum to himself. โ€œFirst priority is to buy a big bed though, and a fucking couch.โ€
Eijirou tried really hard not to furrow his brow, but the wrinkles kept increasing with every word Bakugou spoke. โ€œDo you really need a new bed? Whatโ€™s wrong with the bed you have?โ€
Sharp crimson darted to Eijirou, boring into him and locking him in place. โ€œYou really want to keep struggling to sleep in a fuckinโ€™ single together? We need a bigger bed! Weโ€™re both still growing, dumbass.โ€
Eijirouโ€™s lips parted just enough to shape a small โ€˜ohโ€™. He couldnโ€™t gather the myriad of thoughts coursing through his mind. Most of which revolved around sharing a room. Bakugou wanted a two bedroom apartment, but he wanted to share a room? A bed?
He was so caught up in his thoughts he almost missed how the blonde further cemented the fact that both rooms would be equally theirs. That the entire apartment would be a shared space.
โ€œFigure weโ€™d also place a desk in the other damn room, that way if we got paperwork r'shit we wonโ€™t bug the other if theyโ€™re tryin tโ€™sleep.โ€
โ€œCan I pick the bedding?โ€ Eijirou blurted. He was nearly vibrating in place. One thought repeating over and over in his head creating an endless loop. A loop he was a little ashamed of.

โ€˜๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐’˜๐’† ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’…, ๐’‰๐’† ๐’„๐’‚๐’'๐’• ๐’”๐’๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’”๐’†.โ€™
It was a selfish and unmanly thought. To monopolize his best friend in such a way, but it eased the ache in his heart. If he could keep Bakugou his, and his alone. Even if they remained just friendsโ€ฆ
Surely the blonde couldn't-- wouldn't take someone home if Eijirou was already in his bed, right?

That would be beyond awkward conversation. Even with Bakugou being as socially inept as he was, Eijirou couldn't picture him doing that.
What would he even say? '๐‘ฏ๐’†๐’š, ๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‰๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•. ๐‘ฝ๐’‚๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’ ๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐’”๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’‡๐’–๐’„๐’Œ ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’๐’† ๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’”๐’” ๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’”,' ?
No. Bakugou would never do that. Not if the bed was going to be Eijirou's too.
Sure the blonde could rent a hotel roomโ€ฆ Eijirou's heart clenched at the thought. Bakugou might even be able to go to the other's home. He didn't want to think of those options though. Especially since Bakugou was exceedingly prickly if anyone invaded his personal space.
Eijirou would just have to be content with what he was given, no matter how small or short lasting the gesture was.

"You're gonna pick something bright with atrocious patterns." Bakugou accused hotly.
Eijirou smiled big and wide. "Yup! Oh! If you want me to do orange! We could do camo too! Green of course, it would totally match your costume dude! Real manly!"

"Just fuckin' stick with red, Red."
Eijirou's lips trembled in a failed attempt to make his smile even bigger. "If you say so."

"I do." Bakugou paused to give Eijirou a thoughtful look. "So, yes? We gettin' the place r'not?"

PART TWO: https://twitter.com/4biddenrapture/status/1260564289615564802?s=20
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