Author claims no rights to Hero Academia, or affiliated licenses. Genderbent Izuku!x Katsuki
So, one person (wonderful reviewer that you are, because half of the reviews are spelling corrections…), asked what it would have been like if Katsuki had discovered his mate sooner.
Hmm…..
I think it would have gone like this. I own nothing, rated M.
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Of all the things that Katsuki Bakugou expected today, as he entered his second year of junior high, one of them was not (He repeated NOT), having his coat stolen. The outer coat of his school uniform, mind you. The sort of thing that his bog-hag of a mother was going to bitch him out about. Just because the side-winding witch was an Alpha, did not give her the express or inherent right to bitch his ears off for losing a coat.
He didn't lose his coat, though, obviously some sniveling, shit-faced little worm, had taken it. Because it had been her just a fucking hour ago.
Some little fucker….
The blonde and explosive Alpha curled his hands into fists. Someone was going to withstand the worst of his anger and irritation. Maybe it would be that damn Deku or the kid with the eyeballs that pulled out. What a fucking useless bitch-ass quirk. No one needed that shit.
What hero pulled their damn eyes out to save someone? No one, that's who. Not a God-damn one-
The sound of timid footsteps, and the mop of messy green hair that rounded the corner, caught his crimson gaze as he turned, ready to prowl for his newest aggression outlet. It was almost not entertaining, when they came to him.
If people said he had issues, even as an Alpha, Katsuki knew it well. He also privately acknowledged that a lot of his behaviors were problematic. They were also all his own damn fault and he would have to live with all the choices that he made. He was not the sort that backed away from that fact. He was, by his own estimation, a very good Alpha for knowing not to blame others for his own shortcomings.
Now, that did not prevent him from the young male, especially Alpha, banter and trash-talking. Not at all. However, he never took those things to heart. They were useless anyway. He'd prove his strength with his quirk, tenacity, battle prowess, intelligence, and his own two hands.
Even though he was an Alpha, he was still more than prepared to claw his way to the top of the hero ranks.
…When he got there of course.
But, he would get there. Which brought him back to the sterile scent in the room. The one that was so hard to pin-point from the background because nothing about it seemed remotely special.
Izuku Midoryia.
His crimson gaze narrowed further. As he appraised her, walking around as if she were better than him. No one was better than Bakugou. He'd show them all one day. Some days, just her breathing next to him was enough to set him off.
The damn… Alpha? Beta? That took her suppressants like fucking clockwork. It made the rest of the Alpha's look bad. She'd never once lashed out against another Alpha. Never once lashed out against him. Which inevitably pissed him off more. He couldn't seem to get her to fight him.
The quirkless loser.
Though, in the very recesses of his thoughts, he recalled a time when they had been the best of friends. When Katsuki had stood up for her, and cared for her. When he had wanted her more than-
But the thoughts were the whispers and echoes of things that would not be spoken of again, if he could help it. His mind had long since tuned out the near pleas of some part deep within him. A part that cringed internally every time Deku gave him that look.
The one that he doesn't like to admit causes him some shame. The one, with her eyes wide with fear (toward him), that makes him growl and feel as if he's drowning inside.
"What the fuck are you doing here, shit-head?" He sneered out the question with as much threat behind the words as he could manage.
The reaction is instantaneous, and wholly expected. He watched with bright and burning eyes, as she flinched back, nervously spreading her hands before her, as if to ward him off.
Hm. Probably a Beta then. That made way more fucking sense. She must be a beta, because otherwise she was a quirkless, loser, Alpha. And someone that much of a damn walking train wreck could never be an Alpha. And, as a Beta, her suppressants would work much more potently. The assholes liked to say they weren't effected by the hormone and pheromones, but those lying-shits totally were.
"N-nothing, Kacchan," she mumbled, darting her gaze between him and the floor nervously. "I … I just forgot my… uh…"
"No one gives a shit, nerd." He snarled, nearly snapping his teeth at her. Which caused Deku to take four large steps backward.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right." She agreed quickly, her mop of wild green curls caught his gaze, before he turned toward the widow.
His irritation, though still high and just about to boil over into rage, was nearly instantly off the girl in front of him. His Alpha side absently noted the vague scent of distress and it was not to his liking. Deku wasn't the one he wanted to get his hands on. She was too pathetic anyway. He needed the dead bastard that stole his coat.
"Tch." The noise left his throat, and he could nearly physically feel the girl look up.
If he turned around now, he knew that her expression would be one of curiosity. No animosity toward him, though God knew he deserved it. Just plain curiosity, and a fucking annoying want to help. That stupid need to help that got under his skin and made it itch. An uncomfortable feeling that bothered Katsuki to no end. It wasn't her damn place to help him. He was going to be a hero. He was going to be the one that helped others.
Stupid, shitty-Deku with her large emerald gaze. Shitty-ass Deku who still looked at him as if she were waiting for something. Well, that wasn't his damn problem. He wasn't here for her entertainment.
His Alpha nature reared, and he snarled at her once more, watching as she skittered away from him, but those blasted eyes were watching him still.
There were times, he seriously couldn't stand Izuku fucking Midoryia.
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Though he tried, and in his esteemed opinion he could sleuth with the fucking best of 'em, Batman be damned, Bakugou failed to locate his coat. Or the ass-hat that stole it. However, he got away with not having it last night, because the bog-hag had been working late. His Beta father had merely raised a brow, and told him to buy one tomorrow.
Not that he needed to be told what to fucking do, because he already knew that he needed to buy another one. It was part of his damn uniform after all. Though he had grumbled and cursed as he handed over the money to the cashier, the explosive Alpha had put the majority of it behind him.
He'd gone about his day, assaulted by the scents of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas that he didn't care to know. They were not worth his fucking time. Or the waste of his precious brain-space. Everything was as it should be…
Until…
His gym clothes 'mysteriously' disappeared.
The ensuing explosion took out his locker and the locker of the umbrella headed kid next to him. Cock-sucking assholes! Who was taking his stuff? That was his stuff. Did the fucker really have a damn death-wish? He was beginning to think so, because here he was.
Stuck on the damn bench outside the principal's office, as they filed a claim through their insurance for his destruction. But, it honestly could not have been helped. He had just put those clothes in their yesterday. How, the hell, had someone managed to take them, or why, was beyond him.
However, as his crimson gaze narrowed as he and the secretary at the desk entered the most begrudging, if not slightly legendary, staring contest of all time. He wondered who it was that could be this God-damn stupid as to poke an already short-tempered Alpha.
Was this some shitty practical joke?
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Katsuki showed up to class, half an hour early. He lurked, like some dime-store stalker, behind the corners of the halls, hoping to catch the little bastard in the act. Maybe he would singe the fucker for good measure.
He had left out some perfectly good bait yesterday, one of his shirts from home. It didn't matter that he had no other reason to have it, except to catch the thief. What did matter, in his mind, was some damn pervert or bag of dick-tips was stealing his stuff.
Silently, like the early morning shadows he was hiding in, he kept his vigil. All he needed was one good look, and one good hit, and it would all be over. He would teach that asshole, whoever he was, to mess with Bakugou.
…However…. All the best laid of plans can still go to waste. Students trickled in, one by one. And began to take their seats. But, not one made a motion or ever came close to his shirt. Crimson eyes narrowed balefully on the offending piece of fabric.
What? Was his shirt not good enough for the perverted piece-of-shit thief? Seriously. Did that ass-hat go and find someone else's stuff to steal. Well, fine. But, he still wanted his stuff back and he was going to get it.
The smoke appearing near the wall, was the first clue that he was mentally working himself up over nothing.
The bell rang, and he cursed knowing he was now late. Thanks to the douchebag that was interrupting his normally perfect world. He stomped into the homeroom, not bothering to mumble an excuse to the teacher. The man clearly favored Katsuki for his strong quirk. And, sat down heavily at his chair.
Absently, he noted that Deku wasn't in class today.
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Her body was on fire, and it hurt to even breathe. Izuku had begged her mother to go out to the doctor and get the emergency suppressants. The ones that were slightly stronger than normal and would cut the heat off.
She'd known it was coming, which was why she had stolen Kacchan's things. It wasn't that she was a thief by nature, and she knew stealing was wrong. In fact, she was really only borrowing them, because she planned on returning them. After she'd washed them, of course.
She rolled around in his scent. Even though he'd abandoned her long ago, her Omega nature felt a pull for her Alpha. The mate mark had long since turned to a silver scar, and she sometimes wondered if it would fade all together. Then maybe, she'd have a chance at finding someone who…
Who…
Even the thought of another Alpha besides Katsuki made her stomach roll with bitter acid. Izuku took a steadying breath, trying to exist past the overwhelming pull to mate. She surrounded herself, quite pitifully, with the few pilfered items that smelled of her True mate.
His coat, his gym clothes, and some of his personal effects. She wasn't certain how she would get two of the pens back to him, without him noticing, but she would figure that out later. Right now, her thoughts were consumed with the scent of ash that seemed to cling to the clothes.
Alpha.
She whimpered in the back of her throat, and refused to cry this time. It wouldn't help anything. He didn't want her. Hadn't wanted her since she'd failed to produce a quirk. Even if it had been her mother's or her Father's, Izuku felt that Kacchan might have accepted her.
But that was a pipedream, because one could not spontaneously get a quirk. Not at her age.
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When her mind was cleared, and her system flooded with synthetic hormones that cancelled out the heat, Izuku placed Bakugou's things in the wash. She blankly stared ahead as the machine began to add water.
She was distracted, and busy formulating a plan, to keep from getting caught as she returned his things. But her mind would get distracted as she pictured his face, from her heat-induced fantasies, and then she would have to start her plan all over again.
It was not an easy thing, to be an abandoned Omega, whose mate loathed their very existence.
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…Someone was fucking with him, and Katsuki was not amused.
His clothes were all there, the next morning. Even before he'd had a chance to lie in wait, for the perverted thief to make themselves known, his things had been there. Sitting innocently on top of his desk, jeering up at him.
Like they were perfectly natural to just fucking be there. Freshly washed, and pressed.
Sparks started in his palms and he about lost his desk. His clothes too. This shit-stick, whoever they were, had made him spend his god-damned money to replace the outer coat of his uniform, and then they went and gave it back to him?
Fuck them!
He couldn't get a refund now. He'd already worn it for two days. So now, he was stuck with an extra he didn't even freaking need because some fucker of epic proportions had to go and return his stuff. Oh, they were not done here. Not by a long shot.
He wanted to know who it was, and he wanted them beaten to a bloody and charred pulp. NOW.
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He didn't get his want, not that month, or the next.
The little turd, malicious and maniacal bastard, had plotted out to make Katuski let his guard down. And, he had, like a jackass! Two months went by without incident, so he thought that maybe they had gotten some common fucking sense, and would leave him alone.
But no.
Ooooohhhh no.
They took his things again on the third month. Which utterly pissed him off, to new heights.
If it took him until high school, he was going to hunt this bastard down, and skin them alive.
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It is almost the end of the year, by the time he catches the culprit.
And, its fucking Deku of all people!
If she had managed to tuck the sleeve of his coat into her bag a bit better, he might never have seen it. He might never have known. But, she didn't, and that was how events spiraled out of control, until he had grabbed a notebook out of her bag at random and set it ablaze.
Initially, he had felt highly satisfied by watching the paper explode.
Trembling fingers, shaking as she stared in mute horror at her notebook, reached forward despite the flames that still danced about the pages.
"That'll teach you to steal from me," he snarled, getting ready to shove the girl out of his way.
What he did not expect was for her to turn back toward him with the most anguished green orbs he had ever seen in his entire life.
"How could you Kacchan?"
He felt suddenly defensive at her tone. Like he was somehow the bad guy here. She had been taking his stuff!
"You fucking deserved it, shit-wad, for stealing my-"
"My father's letters were in there!" She half-moaned, half dry-sobbed.
His stomach did that half-clench that he hated, and he knew at once what it was.
Guilt.
Guilt was not a comfortable emotion for Katsuki. He knew that Deku's old man had been overseas since she was four. He hardly ever wrote, at least not that Katsuki could remember. And, he wasn't certain how much that had changed since their early child hood. Mostly, because he'd stopped being friends with Deku.
For as much of a jackass as he knew he could be, he wouldn't have burned the notebook, if he'd known the letters were in there. Some lines, even Bakugou didn't cross. A noise escaped his throat, the most minute beginnings of something close to an apology.
In a fit of emotion, she threw his coat back at him. A look of disgust on her features.
"Take it!" She screamed, coming slowly unhinged. "Take if it means so much to you! I don't know why I ever-"
He caught the bitter note of rage on her scent, and it fueled his own.
Anger he was familiar with. Anger was easy, and it swelled to the forefront as the fabric hit his face. His hand surged forward, grabbing her shirt. She'd had better learn her damn place. Alpha or Beta, Katsuki was number one.
The button that had been holding the very top of her collar closed, gave way. It popped off across the room, as Bakugou allowed his scent to fill the room. He was aggressive, furious, and deadly.
But it was her words that stopped him next.
Her words, and an old silvery scar on the junction between her neck and shoulder.
"Isn't it enough?" She questioned him, with a broken tone and crystalline tears pooling in her eyes. "Isn't it enough to have abandoned me?"
The explosive Alpha swallowed heavily, his deep red eyes widened at her question. The way she seemed to shake with pent-up anger and hurt. The linger scents of those emotions between them, and the bitter musk of unending sorrow. All to the backdrop of her burning notebook.
For his tender age, though he pretended to be so much more, the blonde Alpha was utterly lost. She was overwhelming him with her distress and there was no end in sight.
"Did you have to take something precious from me too?" She asked, not bothering to disguise the venom in her voice. But it lacked any sort of heat as she dissolved into further emotion.
The first tear fell, hot, and then cooled quickly on his hand. An uncomfortable temperature difference that held him fast. His gaze was unblinking of her face as rivulets of sadness began to course down her cheeks.
His throat felt tight, and scratchy. For once, the blonde Alpha did not feel any better as he watched her cry. She was uninhibited, and the expression on her face was enough to make his own eyes nearly mist up in tears.
"Why… why the fuck did you take my stuff?" He asked gruffly. It wasn't what he wanted to ask, not even what he wanted to say, but after so many years of dealing with Deku in a certain way, he wasn't sure he could be appropriate to the Alpha/Beta.
Whatever the fuck she was.
No wait, she couldn't be an Alpha. Alpha's couldn't fucking be marked. So, she had to be a Beta. Yeah. A fucking Beta that took his stuff… and …. Said he had abandoned her?
When the fuck had he done that?
His crimson gaze widened on the scar on her shoulder. She… she…
"I…I…," she sniffled, using her free hand to brush her tears away. "Your… scent."
Her blubbering was making him feel worse, and really irritating him. Bakugou cursed under his breath.
"For fuck's sake Deku, What? Spit it out."
"Heat!" She wailed at him, nearly startling him with the volume of the reply. "I… needed your scent. It makes the pain more bearable."
His shoulders slumped in disbelief, and he stared at her, with her face averted from him, as she continued to cry.
…It wasn't possible….
Was Deku an Omega?
Was Deku his Omega? Did he hear that right? Because she'd certainly fucking implied that she was his. When the fuck had that happened? Did his voice just crack in his own head? He was slightly certain that it had.
He'd never abandoned anyone.
That he could recall….
Suddenly the room felt smaller, and her scent seemed to pour off her in waves. A steady bouquet of pain, loneliness, anger, shame, and the softness of fertility.
He swallowed suddenly, not even blinking as he felt his jaw clench in a tidal wave of emotions he could barely register, let alone name. He could only watch, slightly stupefied, as she crossed her arms over her midsection and let tears fall.
"The other Omegas, they have their Alphas' things. There is comfort in that. But, I… don't." She continued, looking so forlorn that it tore at his heart.
Her emerald eyes were tinged with red, and she tore her faze away from any part of him. As if she couldn't abide to look at him. The Alpha felt stunned even further.
"I have nothing," Midoryia said hollowly, "I don't even have you."
Her Omega distress was nearly overwhelming.
"What-?" He began, trying to make sense of what she was spouting.
"My own true mate," Deku said, tears cascading without shame down her face. "My Alpha and I-I can't even have a little bit of your scent because you despise me."
His Alpha side, his other nature, was roaring to life, making his palms sweat into overdrive. What was she saying? What the absolute fuck was she saying? True mates? They were true mates? He, a badass Alpha, and this quirkless fucking-
Omega.
Only Omegas knew. He closed his eyes as the truth hit him. Deku knew what they were. Even if Katsuki had no idea. Deku had always known. Which was why she had kept trying to get him to be friends with her. Kept trying to keep him from pushing her completely out of his life.
…Of course.
And, she couldn't just come out and tell him, because he would never have believed it. But, this sort of thing, taking his fucking clothes for the scent off them? Well, that was too desperate to be a ploy. She'd been missing him. Yearning for her Alpha.
And, Katsuki knew that he had made it nigh on impossible for her to approach him. So Deku had done the only thing she could do.
Something in him softened, shifting from rage, and upset, to the gentler emotions of care he had always possessed for Deku. He'd never hated her. He'd been… what? Angry at her? He'd always believed she was looking down on him.
Now, it was painfully obvious she hadn't been looking down on him at all. Those wide green eyes had been watching him. Waiting for him. Waiting for him to say she could come back to his side. Because, likely through his actions or the things he had said over the years, she believed he had abandoned her.
And Abandonment was a serious thing. Especially for the Omega in question. But, also for the Alpha accused of it.
He drew a ragged breath, trying to calm himself down so he didn't explode everything around them. Not for protecting property, or to keep the others safe. Fuck that. No. It was because he might hurt her. Izuku Midoriya.
His Omega.
The realization slammed into him akin to a fist to his gut. His clenched hands, unfurled, and he reached for her, gently. As if he might harm her. Or as if she would run away at any given moment. Which wasn't too far of a stretch to imagine counting the numerous times she had ran to escape him.
"I don't fucking hate you," he snarled suddenly. The denial burst from his throat with a force that could not be contained.
Emerald met crimson, and she shoved at his shoulder harshly. An Omega sign of extreme distrust. A sign that tore his heart apart all over again, because his mate (which something in him howled to be the truth. Something that had been unleashed by her honest declaration, and refused to be ignored again.) didn't trust him. And, it burned at him to know she shouldn't due to their extensive history.
"You won't even look at me, unless it's to hurt me."
No words had ever been more damning in Katsuki's entire life. His instinct overtook him, as he cornered her against the back wall. Her scent spiked with fear, so high that it was painful for him. It choked at his senses and left a muddy feeling in his head.
The Alpha side of him loathed to smell his Omega in fear. Especially when he was the cause.
He craned his neck to rub his face along hers. She made a soft whimper in the back of her throat, but allowed it. His fingers gently laced in her hair, pulling her to lean forward a bit. His scent mingled with hers, and quickly over took it. The soft and gentle notes of Omega were covered up with the thick, heavy, and possessive odor of Alpha.
"Why didn't you come to me?" He muttered, his speech more bestial than human. His need to mark her was battling against his common sense, and it was winning.
She froze, neither accepting nor pushing him away, for several seconds. As if she were facing her own internal battle. Then she melted against him, tilting her head to the side in submission. He rumbled his approval, lowly in his chest. Her scent was indistinguishable from him own.
Omega. His. Only His.
The Alpha side of him was as ecstatic as it could be. The elation and joy he felt could not accurately be described as she timidly rubbed her cheek against his. A sign of wanting to comfort him. A sign of the beginning of acceptance.
Far more than he deserved.
"I did come to you," Deku replied softly, their bodies embracing each other. His fingers gently worked through her hair, nearly massaging her scalp to release some more of her scent. The low rumble in his chest was meant to comfort her, to soothe her distress which had not fully dissipated.
In his mind's eye, he could recall more than a handful of times where she had done just that. How many times had she been standing there, on the outskirts of his 'friends' waiting for him? How many times had she called out 'Kacchan'? It made his Alpha side nearly panic, wondering just how many times she had tried to come to him. To follow him, as her Omega nature needed her to.
How many times he had rejected her, when she had known they were true mates.
If he thought long and hard, he would be able to remember her saying something about them being true mates when they were much younger. But, they had been small children then, and most adults said that Omegas couldn't sense true mates until they presented anyway.
Yet, in his heart of hearts, he already knew she was telling the truth. He knew that silvery scar, just as he knew where it had come from the moment he saw it. There was no denying it, and he never would deny it.
"Mine," he whispered, allowing his hands to disengage from her hair, and moving toward her shoulders. She tipped her head forward, almost touching his shoulder. Almost believing him. It was a start. More than enough.
She was his mate. He would protect her with all his strength, tenacity, and intelligence. More unforgivable to his pride as an Alpha, was that he had pushed his mate away, and left her defenseless. A quirkless Omega.
Never again. His second nature swore to the heavens above and back. She would never be left to fend for herself.
"I won't leave," He promised lowly.
Her gaze did not move to meet his. He butted his forehead against hers, wanting her to look at him. She stubbornly refused. Any other time, he would have allowed his temper to flare. However, he instinctually knew that he should not rush her on this. Katsuki didn't want to rush her.
He needed her to trust him. Now that he knew the truth, he couldn't live without her.
"You always have before," The green-eyed Omega returned seriously. Her voice thick with tears.
His arms encircled her, wrapping her tightly. He couldn't stop touching her. Bakugou, the explosive Alpha, didn't want to stop touching Deku.
"I fucking won't, now."
Finally, she glanced at him. It was fleeting, but they made eye contact.
"You know I don't say shit that I don't mean."
She stilled at his words, and then settled more into his embrace. He groaned into the back of his throat. Muttering promises of protection and his Omega seemed to shiver there in his arms. The tears had dried and she was nearly intoxicating this close.
Somewhere along the way, their innocent scent-marking, had turned into slightly more. His mouth was trailing kisses down her neck. His tongue darted out to taste her. His crimson gaze was homed in on his mark. It had faded. Far too much. His Alpha side prompted him that it would never do to have their mate so lightly marked.
Her opened his mouth, closing in around that silvery patch, his teeth pressed against her flesh. One quick motion and it would be better.
The whole world should see it. The whole world should know that she-
The hand that rudely grabbed him from behind, shattered that line of thought, the one that closed around his neck with grip akin to iron, lifted him away. He swung, full attack at the ready, to defend Izuku from the threat.
It was the last thing he remembered for the next day.
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Eyelids snapped open to see a crisp, white, ceiling.
His brain registered two things. One, Izuku (His Deku) wasn't here. And, two, some punk ass teacher had just volunteered to have their car blown up. Without them inside, or anyone around, of course.
He sat up quickly, curses at the ready to call them all the sons and daughters of whores and bastards, when he came face to face with a familiar shade of red.
…. The bog-hag….
His mother.
She was leaning her arm upon the near-by table, her fingers pressed against her chin in contemplation as she stared at him.
He growled lowly. She rumbled a warning right back at him. He knew that sound. Alpha. Threat. Attack-
But the linger scents of family held him back. Mother. Blood. Pack.
He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts as his mother drew an obnoxiously loud breath through her nostrils.
"Izuku Midoryia?" She questioned. A wealth of other inquiries was buried in the simple name, said with such a tone.
The blonde male bared his teeth, a polite way of saying 'fuck you'. Twin crimson gazes met and held. Neither looked away nor backed down. However, it was the slight smile at his mother's lips that drew him up short.
"Fuck kid, you don't do things half-way, huh? This is one shit-storm you've created. But, I must admit, she is a cute little Omega."
He said nothing, which was more telling than anything he could have said. His mother caught that fact as well.
"Well, well, it looks like my baby boy is going to have to learn to apologize a little bit."
His gaze fell to his lap, as his chest felt suddenly tight and heavy. Though he was not an insecure boy, usually (if one ignored his whole being 'looked down upon' complex), this was one time that he was completely out of his element. He clenched his fists, only to unfurl them.
The seconds ticked by.
"How," he started after a lengthy silence. "do I apologize to her?"
"To Midoryia? For pinning her against the wall and clinging to her like a drowning man?"
He leveled a glare at the bog-hag, who took that moment to crack up at his discomfort. However, her expression turned very serious and she appraised him from across the room.
"As Katsuki? Or as her mated Alpha?"
She knew. Bakugou shouldn't have been surprised. The way he had acted toward Deku before the teacher caught them would have been obvious. No doubt that fucking tattletale had spilled the beans. For being such a hag, she was taking this remarkably well.
Begrudgingly he admitted to himself that his mother was an Alpha as well, after all. If anyone would understand that beast that lurked in their second natures, it was his mother.
"Her Alpha," he stated slowly.
"Because it's easier?" She asked sharply, watching him like a hawk.
"Because I need time, okay?" He snapped back. "Time to figure out how to apologize to her as.. as…"
Uncharacteristically, his mother's face softened from its hard appearance.
"As her lost friend?"
He clenched his teeth, glancing out the window with a brooding expression.
"As Kacchan," he muttered under his breath. "How to apologize to her as Kacchan."
It was still a stupid fucking nickname.
He heard the chair being dragged across the room, and the sound of his mother as she sat down heavily. She crossed her arms, and a wide grin split her face. He tried not to bristle indignantly when she started speaking.
"Alright, pipsqueak, I'll tell you what to do. The first fucking thing is-"
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Acts of remorse did not come easily to Bakugou. In fact, it was like pulling teeth from a cat. A cat that was actually a lion. A lion whose mouth you were already inside of.
And, that fact must have shown on his face, for the number of Betas and Omegas that gave him a large berth. The Alphas were standing guard around them, closest to his aura of death.
The fucking Bog-hag had better be right about this. His thoughts savagely turned to retribution if she were wrong. Being forced to carry this fucking bag from school to his house. Then from his house to Deku's home.
She hadn't been in school today. Likely due to her heat. And, the 'incident' as people were deeming it as they whispered behind his back. Fucking two-faced little assholes. They had all been smart enough, however, not to mention the bag by his desk. Or how on-edge he seemed to be. Nor did they make a peep when he gathered up Midoryia's things from her desk.
Now here he was, glaring at her front door as if it were the worst villain in existence and he was going to All-Might smash the fucking thing if it didn't open.
Bakugou rang the doorbell, and pretended that he wasn't scenting the air, trying to find Deku's soft scent amongst the stink of the city. He could hear movement inside, and the door did swing open, so he wouldn't have to smash it, to reveal Mrs. Midoryia. Deku's mother.
She glanced at him apprehensively, as the blonde Alpha lifted the bag and turned his head away.
"It's for D-…Izuku." He declared with no preamble.
"Oh!" Her mother said, eyes alight in surprise and suspicion. The other Omega's posture was guarded and defensive. Something he fully expected from her. Bakugou pretended that it was because Deku was in heat and not because of him.
He thought that she didn't have to look like the bag was about to bite her. But that he honestly couldn't blame her.
"Thank you," she said after a moment, when he did not continue.
He nodded briskly, and turned to leave. He ignored the way his face was bright red, flushed with embarrassment and the small whiff he had caught of the inside of the home. It was a good thing the bog-hag had shoveled suppressants down his throat screaming out 'chug, chug, chug!'. Or he might have fought his way inside to get to Deku.
"Oh!" He heard her mother say, and he might have hurried his steps just a bit down the stairs. He was not, running away. Not at fucking all.
Her mother would have been able to smell it on the things inside the bag. Izuku's things. He had scented them. So, she wouldn't be without some part of him during her heat. It would take away the worst of the ache.
His mother had assured him that Deku would like it.
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The next month, he brings a bag, filled with some things his Bog-hag mother said that Omegas like.
How the fuck she knows, when she is a damn Alpha, makes Katsuki a bit suspicious. But it isn't nearly as bad as wandering around a store, playing fucking elevator theme music, and trying to pick out this shit. But it's soft, and he grants them that.
At least it is not false fucking advertising. So, that is something.
But, having a middle-aged Omega stare him down as he wandered the aisles looking for the right stupid-ass blanket. The correct shade of green for the pain in the ass, supposedly 'matching' pillow, and the bottles of things he refused to read past the labels…
Well it was fucking nerve racking and he hated it.
But the clerk had smiled at him, and told him he made some great choices. Like she fucking knew. She probably wanted him to buy more stuff, and he flat out refused.
Awkwardly, he had made his way to her house. He'd knocked on the door, just like last time, and then Inko had answered. Again.
"For Izuku," he said, unceremoniously, and turned around to leave.
This time, he heard the distinct sound, of a small but happy chuckle.
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Why the fuck was his mother making him do this?
Well, not that she could make him do anything, but Bakugou was seriously losing his damn mind, with the way this was playing out.
Deku had been glancing at him, in a way she probably thought was discreet, for the last week. He knew every damn time she did it. He could sense it, like it was its own quirk power.
Now the old witch was having him take Izuku a picture of him. He wasn't entirely sure 'why', and it seemed a little strange, but he was here.
Swallowing the shreds of his pride like a damn bowl of cheerios.
He nearly growled, when Inko opened the door with a smile. As if she knew Katsuki would be coming by again.
Wordlessly, he thrust the picture at her, and she took it with a knowing look. He was glad someone knew what the hell was going on here.
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He's been on edge for weeks. Almost four fucking weeks. He's been forced to watch Izuku blush when she met his gaze. And, he's given her the space his mother said she would need. Until It was all he could do to find an excuse to hang out with the secretary outside the principal's office for a round of glaring matches.
Doing that, kept him from crowding Deku and demanding she submit to him. He needed her to come to him willingly. He could not stress the importance enough. She had to trust him, as her alpha. He needed her to.
On the fourth week, when he's just about had all he can take, and he's been as nice as any Alpha can possibly be toward the object of his affection, Izuku seems to take some form of pity on him.
Or maybe kami did.
Whoever it was, he was damn grateful, when she pulled him to the side one day, at the beginning of class. He could smell the indecision and vague hope on her.
Shyly, she ducked her head, blushing to the roots of her hair. Normally, he would have made fun of her for being the physical representation of Christmas at the moment. However, he was too busy studying every detail on her face, as if it might be all a dream.
"A..A…Alpha," Izuku stuttered softly, her fingers twiddled in front of her, giving away her nervousness. He felt his heart thump in his chest, almost to the point of pain.
She'd called him Alpha.
Wild horses could not have dragged him away from hanging on her every word as if it were his life-line.
"Would you," The Omega said equally as hushed as before. Katsuki almost had to strain to hear her. "Would you scent my things again?"
He didn't think, didn't even have a moment to formulate a response, before he pulled her into his embrace. The blonde Alpha was back to rubbing his neck along hers. Making the scent mark stronger. More potent. The whole school knew she was his. No one had poked fun at Deku in almost four months for fear of reprisal.
In the form of a super pissed off Alpha that had a penchant for explosions.
This time she keened softly in her throat, a noise of excitement, that pleased him so greatly that he was rumbling deeply. Contentedly.
This time he could smell the encroaching stench of teacher. Beta. And most certainly unwelcomed.
His crimson glare rose, stopping them briefly as he gave a savage grin. Feral, almost.
"That's a nice new car you have, Mr. Takanaka. It'd be a damn shame if something happened to it."
A muffled noise of horrified amusement escaped the Omega suddenly crushed to his chest.
"You wouldn't-"
"Try me."
With one eye squarely on the pudgy, middle aged man, Bakugou traced his lips across the mate mark. His teeth nipped at it playfully, and he felt nearly whole again as Izuku tilted her head to allow him better access.