I don't completely understand what I just saw… I can't understand...why Bakugou Katsuki would pick up an article of clothing of mine, that he blew off, and put it in his pocket…just can't wrap my mind around that.

Acting normally I finish the interview with the police so they could file a report against the shark-man/loan-shark. Katsuki is interviewed next, and by that time Mirio and Kirishima find us as our patrol shift draws to a close.

"Hey! Deku! How did it go?" Lemillion asked as he clapped me on my back. He had a huge grin on his face, which made me feel as if all the awkwardness and stress I went through was completely worth it. Though, even without Lemillion's megawatt smile, it was worth it just to get closer to Kaachan despite knowing that I honestly shouldn't. Though, he's now angry with me…

This day has been tiresome. I can hardly think straight.

"Ah, it went well! Until the end…" I said scratching the back of my head with a cringey smile.

"Oh?"

"Some miscommunication between Ground Zero and I led to an assaulter getting away. It was my fault…"

Lemillion smiled apologetically, "Don't beat yourself up about it. You'll do better next time!"

Next time?

He raised a finger in the air as if to make a point, "Fat Gum mentioned something about a mentoring program if we'd like to keep patrolling after today. You know...to guide the young heroes of tomorrow."

That All Might like smile was in place, and it's probably the happiest I've seen him in a long time.

"Would you be interested?"

How could I say no?

"I think that would be great," I say as I smile back.

What did I just get myself into though? Quite possibly it didn't mean that I was stuck with Kaachan… Not sure how the mentoring program works, but it could have me with several different people. Am slightly disappointed that it may mean that I'm NOT stuck with Kaachan even though that would brew some type of situations that I really don't need to be getting into...at all…or ever...

I'm actually ok as long as I have my mask on, mostly. Besides touching him accidentally several times, there was hardly any temptation. So, if I happen to be stuck with him for the mentoring program, I'd be ok...probably. Unless we're in close proximity, and my mask gets blown/torn off. Then, he'd know who I really am...

Come to think of it...would being his teacher be a problem? Would people think that's a suspicious thing to be his teacher and his mentor? Like I'm stalking him? Infatuated with him? This was a chance thing, though. Like, one in a million chance of happening...purely coincidental. There's no way I could ever orchestrate something this complicated just to get close to him...

"Deku?" Lemillion queried, almost worried.

"Ah! Sorry! I kind of drifted off in thought...haha" I rubbed the bridge of my mask feeling awkward that I let myself float away like that. Which has been occurring more and more recently...though, my condition will worsen over time if I remember correctly… When I come of season and have the most epic rut.

"Looks like everything is squared away. It's time to go back to the agency to make our own reports, Lemillion. It was great working with you by the way!" Kirishima interjected as he walked up to us. Couldn't be more thankful for the reprieve. I really don't need Mirio asking about my behavior.

"Oh! And it was nice meeting you Deku. Sorry you got paired with Ground Zero. He can be a lot at first, but he's the best, you know?" Kirishima continued as we all began to move in tandem towards our destination.

"Yes! I'm just a bit rusty, I think…"

By the way...where is he? But then I look ahead and there he is walking ahead of us.

The conversation continues, but I find myself drifting again as I watch the way he moves. Fluid, confident, surly even. He's not like typical omegas I realize. Most are demure in nature, often frail or willowy, with soft flesh...the males are almost feminine. Like...Aoyama...one of the ones who tried to trip my trigger.

Kaachan is none of those things, not by far. His scent is altogether different from any omega I've ever encountered as well, more of a spicy musk than flowery or sugary. As if he was tailored specifically to my taste…mmm...

Considering my past, I feel like I always held back when it came to sexual encounters because I felt like I might break the omegas I was with… Don't think I'll have that problem with Kaachan… Wait...I'm not pursuing him! No...no...I-I can't. But God I want to… Shit...my resolve is crumbling…I'm supposed to protect him at all costs...not molest him at all costs… Though, that does sound very appealing… No! I've got to think of an alternative to sate my desires...

Well...it is ok to think about, just not act upon. Maybe that will be enough…paired with excessive masturbation… That...sounds like the most bullshit plan I've ever thought of in my entire existence in order to justify my desires to bed a minor and my student… Depraved...and shameless...almost villainous!

I slap my cheeks suddenly to dispel the lewd thoughts which in turn caused Lemillion and Red Riot to look at me with concern.

"I'll do better next time!"

They laugh and nod as if they think I'm talking about what just happened. If they only knew the truth…

"That's the spirit!" Lemillion clapped me on my back with enthusiasm.

The rest of the reports ordeal and signing up for the mentoring program was a blur. I was on autopilot, obviously distracted rethinking everything that happened today.

Thinking of how my body slotted with his just perfectly…

There was a brief chat with Fat Gum and Lemillion, but I can't tell you what all was said. And honestly don't care, which is so very unlike me that it almost worries me...like I'm slipping away and being replaced by something much more sinister...and perverse.

We're leaving the agency when we catch sight of Kaachan and Kirishima also leaving. Mirio waves them over. They're in their school uniforms while we're still in our hero costumes. Pleasantries were exchanged between Lemillion and Kirishima, and I may have said something...but Katsuki was silent for the exception of a grunt. He may have thrown a cursory glance my way, but that was it before we parted ways. As if he was still fuming from earlier… The urge to follow him was overwhelming, but I couldn't leave Mirio hanging.

"That Ground Zero…" Lemillion looked at me sideways while we walked toward the train station, "has an ill-tempered disposition, but has such potential."

"I agree. Wonder if he'll grow out of that…"

"Ah, with the right mentoring, it's possible," he smiles. He's really the best about keeping positive...which is irksome at this particular moment… As if he can see through me...

Suddenly uncomfortable, I change the subject, "Oh, by the way, how was your patrolling with Red Riot?"

We converse for the duration of the train trip while night fell around us, but my mind is on a certain blonde. The urge to go find him, and make sure he's alright is testing my strength and resolve. I'm sure he's fine, it's just something nagging at me...not sure what...but I want to know.

Lemillion and I part ways at the train station, I thank him and we make plans to continue this next Sunday. Glad that's over, I can use my energy for more pressing matters.

Should I visit the dorms to check on Kaachan? Okay. Let's say I do, and I get caught...trespassing, stalking of a minor...lose my job, and all credibility...so it's almost as bad as worst case scenario only less jail time and no real reward? So high risk...

I hate that I'm already moving in that direction, that my feet just carry me toward the school dorms as if I've already made the decision...I can always turn around, but I know I won't. Even though I'm going through the spiel of scenarios as if I'm rational and level-headed...they're just empty thoughts because it has already been outlined. Like fate.

How do I even know which room is his? Oh, you underestimate me. That, I found out weeks ago when I had to slake my curiosity. Not like I ever planned to do this! There's no way that I knew it would ever lead to this! At that time, I just...wanted...needed to know. Who knew I would use it for future reference? Not this guy. I'm not like that. I convinced myself it was just to see if any alphas were in any of the rooms around him, you know, just in case he were to present while studying or sleeping…

The security for the dorms was light, just a little patrol car that drove around, nothing to really concern myself with. There's a tree outside his balcony as well as a lamppost, how convenient. His light is on. His curtains are wide open, and I'm wearing green. It's like everything is just falling into place, I think as I scale the large oak. Plenty of greenery surrounds me to hide my presence as I choose a limb to lean against and peer inside.

It's so surreal that this is happening, because this isn't me right now. I would never think to do such a thing, but my inner alpha has his own ways, and to him this is perfectly acceptable.

Perfectly acceptable to watch Bakugou Katsuki lay on his bed with one leg hanging over the edge while he brings a familiar piece of fabric to his face. My breath catches and my eyes widen. He's inhaling, and I look at my naked hand and wrist. Hesitantly almost, I bring it up to my nose and inhale. It's faint, but my scent is there. How? Unless...the explosion burnt off the blockers… That's so random! But now I'll know whether or not he feels it too… I watch with bated breath, hoping for the best, or maybe nothing? Not sure which is better at this point to be honest.

Kaachan looks at the fabric, turns it over, inhales again and repeats the process as if he doesn't know what to make of it. Kind of glares at it...which makes me think that maybe the feeling isn't mutual...but then something magical happens. One hand holds the glove, while his other...slides down his body to stroke at the growing bulge in his uniform pants.

I ache at that almost dreamlike sight. Instantly aroused and straining against the tight material of my hero costume. This is something straight out of a fantasy!

The hand stops moving as he inhales again, and scrunches his nose. Almost as if he's pissed off at the glove, and glares at it as he continues to rub himself more brusquely through his pants. I wonder why he doesn't touch himself more directly...different strokes and all...but I find myself doing the same as he does while I watch. Just rubbing through the fabric, and teasing my dick. It feels amazing, too amazing and I have to refrain from touching too roughly or else I may just cum.

Light languid strokes with just the tips of two fingers against my shaft sustain me as I watch Katsuki do something similar and I catch myself wishing he were doing that to me. Then, it's as if something takes him over, he opens his pants to free his cock and buries his nose in the glove. He fists his flesh tightly and strokes himself slowly as if it pains him to do so.

Maybe he doesn't know what he's doing...maybe this is his first time… Maybe...just maybe I should help? I suppress a chuckle, no no no...I can't do that. Even if he's struggling to find a rhythm, and the right grip...and the right speed… It's cute, and sexy that he's so inexperienced.

Honestly, looking at him I imagined he'd have a little cocklet, but it's more of a size of a beta's. Which impresses me weirdly enough as he fumbles with his little prick.

Kaachan squeezes the tip of his dick and a bit of milky residue pearls at the top. Rubbing his thumb in it, smearing it over the head, I can almost hear him groan which in turn causes me to release my cock from its confines. I can't hold back anymore…

Here I am hunched over in a tree, dick in hand, watching my future mate stroke himself while sniffing my glove that he blew off earlier… and it feels so very fucking good. Good to know that he accepts, basically...even if he doesn't understand quite yet.

A few awkward minutes later, he's getting the hang of it, unsure strokes have now become confident if even a bit frenzied. He's close, and so am I. I've matched his offbeat rhythm, squeezing as he does, and then he's cumming...and the pure rapture on his face is just the most ethereal sight I've ever beheld.

I just witnessed the first time he's ever cum, and I'm not far behind, spilling my essence all over the tree bark below me. It's a waste really, because it should be buried deep inside Kaachan, my mate...but this doesn't change anything. Despite this accident...hiccup if you will...it still can't happen.

The afterglow of orgasm fades quickly when the seriousness of what just happened really sinks in, and I'm appalled. I shouldn't be here. I've left evidence...fuck. For someone so smart, I can have huge idiotic episodes...

Kaachan suddenly sits up in bed, drawing my attention to him again, and he's fucking scenting the air! Fuck! He smells it! Me! My cum!

Fuck! Run!