A heavy weight settled onto my chest, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I...have to tell someone now. There's no way I can let anything like this happen… To lose all sense of self and simply just take what I want...need… He probably wouldn't see it that way. How could he?
I lock my phone and throw it on the other side of the bed.
Completely...utterly...undeniably...fucked.
There's no way out of this sad predicament. Worst case scenario: Bakugou goes into heat and I lose everything… My position, teaching license, probably go to prison...and I'll never see him again...
He is my mate. I feel it even if he doesn't, and...realizing that just now… I just can't. I can't do this. There's no way that this will turn out for the best.
Should I quit my job? Transfer? Maybe I should go to the doctor and see if there's any medication that could possibly help? Or...could possibly convince him to wear scent blockers?
That's just a short-term fix though...if he were to go into heat, blockers wouldn't do anything and it would be worst-case scenario…
I don't know what to do, so I just stare up into the dark abyss above my bed. There has to be something I can do...someone that can help me. I'll have to consult one of two people. Recovery Girl or All Might...or maybe a third party that doesn't know me or my job… Which would be safer? No...No! I...can't tell anyone! I just...can't...
I rub my temples...there has to be a way to fix this...I think before my hand falls, I close my eyes, and I fall asleep.
At school the next day, I still haven't made a decision. I need more time...
I don't glance up to the doorway when he enters, but God I want to. My eyes long to look him over, to try to memorize every unique feature. Inhaling instead, I catch that scent and it sustains me. My heart thumps a bit faster in my chest, and I smile softly to myself.
But then I feel eyes on me and I look up on instinct. He's looking at me with a blank face, while my small smile is still in place. He blinks, then sits at his desk, breaking the short moment. Was that a moment? I wonder, but it's pretty normal behavior of every student. Not just Bakugou, unfortunately. They all look up to me to guide and teach them, they have to look at me.
Puberty is a weird time in someone's life though, and it makes me wonder how many of my students look at me in a sexual way. It's not like I'd ever know. There is a strict code of conduct for students as well as teachers, so no one has ever...you know...that I know of.
He's staring again. I can feel his eyes on me. Everyone else can look at me, and no reaction, but him...I can feel it almost every time. Like he's trying to figure me out...but I'm sure it's just my imagination. Has to be, because when I look up, he's not looking at me.
I swallow excess saliva thickly, I want him. To have his attention, to touch him… My fingers itch to touch him.
And then class begins.
When class is over, I want to follow him. I long to learn more about him. It's as if his scent is calling out to me...luring me in. Should I answer the call? I look to his empty desk…
The rest of the students filter out and I am alone… That is, until Mirio Togata slides through the door. He's smiling, "Midoriya-kun, long time no see!"
I smile, "It's good to see you! What brings you here to this side of the campus?" The former Lemillion teaches on the other side of the world renowned UA, so we don't normally see each other unless one or the other goes out of their way.
He scratches his cheek, "Ano...I have a request of you... Would you like to patrol with me like old times? In costume?"
I hesitate, "In our old costumes? What makes you want to?"
"I was feeling nostalgic," he scratches the back of his head and chuckles. "Is it so bad to want to relive such a prime time of our lives?"
That was before he lost his quirk...I feel like I have to say yes…
"Just one day, besides no one will recognize us!" He enthuses.
I agree. How could I not? What could it hurt? We plan to meet up on Sunday.
It's all fuzzy after that because my mind wanders back to Bakugou, and I just run on autopilot for the rest of the day. I know I need to stop obsessing, I feel like when he's around it's instinctual, but when he's not, it shouldn't be…
Trying to rationalize my behavior isn't helping anything. I need to be stronger, resist certain urges...like the thought of running my tongue along his top lip and looking into his half lidded eyes...before ravishing his mouth. Yeah. Things like that. I laugh at myself...who am I trying to convince?
Trying to get my mind off of a certain someone, once I'm home I search for my old highschool costume. I find it easily enough and try it on. It's tighter than I remember...a lot tighter. I've bulked up a lot since high school. Not like All Might, but like a lean version of him at his peak.
I look at myself in a full length mirror in my bedroom, running my hands over the fabric to smooth out the wrinkles. Looking into my reflection's wide eyes, I notice I'm looking older. Fine lines around my eyes from laughing and smiling...a little tired too. I force a smile to my reflection that doesn't quite reach my eyes.
Thinking of what he would think if he saw me like this brings a true smile to my face. Even a light blush. Rubbing my nose with a finger, I turn away from the mirror.
I'm looking forward to patrolling with Lemillion, as highschool Deku. Come to think of it...a child actually inspired my hero name. We used to live in the same apartment complex before I moved for uni. My memory is pretty hazy, but I remember him being a cute little spitfire despite not having his quirk yet. I wonder what kind of person he grew up to be...it's been so long I don't even remember his family name.
Removing my hero costume I turn back to the full length mirror to look at my body. Frowning at the mirror, there are a lot of scars, and they are partially the reason I'm now a teacher instead of a hero. They're usually hidden by the button down dress shirts I wear so students won't see or ask about them, but mostly I hide them from myself.
Faintly, I wonder if they would ever be ugly to Kaachan...would he hate my body? Or would he ask about them?
I shrug to myself, and my hand wanders down to squeeze my bulging cock through the soft fabric of my underwear. I wonder how it would feel to have him trace some of the scars with his tongue, then all of the veins of my dick...nah, that'd take too long. I'd want to just shove it down his throat.
When did I get so depraved?! I never would have thought like that before! I'm not even near Kaachan...but just the mere passing thought of him on his knees with my dick stuffing his face...the head sliding past his tongue to be massaged by his tonsils...as he gags… Fuuuuuuck! Why?!
Falling onto my bed face first, I grab a pillow and punch it. Then, bury my face in it and scream.
Laying there, I just breathe into the pillow...but my arousal is poking the bed… Reaching, sliding my hand between myself and the mattress I palm my dick again. I'd like to think of the pillow as Kaachan's nape, so I nuzzle it while I raise my butt and free my alphan cock from it's confines.
I'd hunch over his presenting form just like this. Slide into that tight slicked hole nice and easy. How I'd love to feel his sphincters fluttering...contracting around me...fuck… If he orgasmed that quickly around me I'd cum for sure. Deep inside. Fill his womb completely, and I wouldn't be able to stop.
Yesss, I want to fill his womb! That thought has me on edge and I stroke faster, squeeze a little tighter as I imagine he would when he cums. I'd grab his hips and slam into him, emptying everything that I am into his pliant body.
I came to that thought, biting the pillow to keep from making noise, and unfortunately left a huge mess on my bed.
Rolling onto my back, I look up at the ceiling kind of disappointed in myself. I don't like where this is going. It's getting easier and easier to give in to my desires, and I hate myself for it. Instincts be damned!
The patrol with Mirio will be a welcome distraction, I think as I yawn. Thank goodness it's only a day away.
It's midday Sunday when I'm tugging my tight costume into place. It's been so long since I've worn it that it feels strange. I turn to my full length mirror in my bedroom, tug my hood down, and adjust my mouth guard so my whole face is covered. I'm sure no one will recognize me like this unless they're an old friend...or foe. Not hoping for the latter...I'm a bit rusty when it comes to hero work, but if it happens I'll accept the challenge!
Making a few hero poses in the mirror I notice my costume is VERY tight in the...groin region… Inwardly, I cringe at almost being able to make out the outline of my dick. That might be a problem...but it's too late to back out now because I hear a knock on my front door.
I greet Lemillion at the door, then we head to Fat Gum's agency. Mirio explained on the way that in order to patrol legally, we'd have to volunteer our time to an agency. I enjoy listening to him and seeing his bright eyes sparkle in excitement. On the inside though, I'm very aware of how much of my body is on display as we take the train.
As per protocol, I applied the max scent blockers so no one could smell that I'm an alpha, but with my whole body on display it was easy to tell...which is unfortunate since people who don't wear scent blockers including villains may try to use that against me. Not like it ever works though with my respirator in place...but it's annoying when they do try.
It's obvious that I ignore all of the eyes that look my way, but feeling them...thank goodness it's not very far to the agency.
When we arrive, there is a formality to it all, thanking and handshaking...but I'm on autopilot. I need more of a distraction than this...a little more action! But, as luck would have it...I was very unlucky...or lucky...as none other than Red Riot and Ground Zero walk into the main entryway where all of us have gathered. Then, Fat Gum introduces us, by our hero names, as the ones that they will be patrolling with and my life has very gotten much more complicated.
Normally, I would have taken my respirator off to speak, but that didn't seem like a very good idea at the moment, or ever... I don't want them to recognize me so I speak a greeting through the mask. It sounds deeper, and menacing, but Kirishima greets us enthusiastically regardless. Kaachan on the other hand, gives a very flat greeting while looking at me.
His eyes trail my body briefly, and I can feel my cheeks heat despite his face remaining blank. I sincerely thank the costume designer who designed my suit in such a way that no one could see my embarrassment, though my body language may have told another story…
I have a passing thought wondering if he liked what he saw, but I dismiss the idea of wondering about such a thing. Need to get my mind off of...
Ground Zero looked damn good in his hero costume, so I looked at his shoes to keep from actually staring at him or the parts of the fabric that clung to his skin… I shouldn't look at him at all. Should just ignore his existence for the duration of this ordeal. I lucked out that my respirator filtered scents so I didn't have to be driven mad by his...essence…fuck… I need to stop...what's wrong with me?!
Obviously, I'm a glutton for punishment because I unconsciously keep trying to scent him even though I know the mask isn't going to allow that. I frown to myself… Just breathe. You can do this! Plus Ultra!
"Alright! I'll lead the way!" Kirishima shouted, breaking my inner monologue.
I begin to follow, but Lemillion stops me, "I'm paired with Red Riot. You're paired with Ground Zero, Deku."
Kaachan snorts in derision with a contemptuous smile, "I see why they call you Deku."
Fuck. Me.