Not in his features, because as an omega, they always seemed softer than he wanted. But in his very core he must radiate the strength he was not born with. If he was an alpha, small things would come easier to him, from the tone of his voice to how he carries himself and his demeanor.
Stand straight with your chin up and shoulders back, his mother would say. Flaunt it. The strength of the mind is what counts. Do this and you will be safe.
But Izuku isn't safe anymore. Not after everything that happened, and he's beginning to think he'll never be safe again.
His surroundings are unfamiliar: he's alone, from what he can tell, and he's inside a small tent. The floors are covered with soft fur from an animal he doesn't recognize and there's baskets of herbs and medical materials that line the inside walls. Most of the light in the room comes from candles that flicker nearby.
He lies flat on the floor, wrapped in soft blankets that are so, so warm. Reluctantly sinking into them, he's too exhausted to bring himself to do anything else. His body aches and whenever he shifts even slightly, a sharp pain spikes between his legs and he gives a quiet groan that comes out broken and parched. His head pulses and throbs: it's the gash Bakugou gave him, pressed against a gauze that hugs the wound.
And suddenly, the memories from that night flood his mind and a wave of nausea sweeps through him.
There were too many horror stories of what alphas are like: brutal, destructive, and cruel. It was difficult to believe them though, since the alphas Izuku met over the course of his lifetime seemed decent enough. Even if their respect was a result of standing before royalty, he never felt intimidated or fearful when he was with them. Presenting an alpha appearance to the public felt like settling into a comfortable skin, and as time went on, he began to identify as one himself.
If he was an alpha, and if other kinder people were alphas as well, how could they be barbaric and monstrous?
Believing his own lies proved to be very successful—no one ever questioned the validity of his status, after all—and soon enough, his "omega" identity faded to nothing but a distant memory the majority of the time. Its only reminder came in the form of a small pouch of herbs that was delivered monthly to his mother, used to suppress his heats and keep them at bay. As for the scent, using alpha cologne helped drastically. It was another product his mother had imported from another country (secretly of course).
And now, without those two items, he feels exposed.
Everything from that day feels engraved in his brain: Bakugou on top of him, that heavy heat and thick alpha scent. There's disgust curling in his gut, twisting and writhing inside him as a sick feeling fills him. It's so intense it eats him up from the inside, his chest tightening until it's hard to breathe.
He hates Katsuki Bakugou.
It's an unfamiliar feeling, since he's never hated anyone before in his life. But Izuku remembers his ruthless red eyes fixed on him, his sharp teeth in him—
The bond...
Izuku reaches towards his neck with a groan, muscles aching in protest. The tips of his fingers buzz with apprehension as they brush over the mark that Bakugou gave. It pulses beneath the skin, heat blooming from his touch: Bakugou bit him in an area dangerously close to a major artery, so if anyone attempted to cut the mark out, he would die. It's unfortunate,
considering Izuku is the one who wants to tear it from his flesh. No matter where he goes, no matter how far he runs, that disgusting scar will be imprinted on his neck. Even if he manages to escape nothing will be the same, because it's too high to cover up and everyone will know that he belongs to someone.
And on top of it all, there's the possibility of pups. His mother said that if he ever had a heat, even by accident, he should never let an alpha knot him. Heats triple the chance of conception and Izuku needs to find a doctor to get rid of the pups before he bears one that will be raised to be a monster like Bakugou.
He begins to sit up despite the nausea. The blanket slides off his chest and he realizes he's not wearing anything: his clothes were torn during the incident and Bakugou, being the charming son of a bitch he is, probably hadn't bothered to think about giving him anything else to wear. He only wants one thing after all, and clothes aren't necessary for it.
Everything feels so overwhelming and too much is happening too fast. Izuku presses the heels of his palms to his eyes until color blooms across his eyelids, and he begins to cry.
His body shakes and his shoulders wrack with sobs, chest heaving violently as he gasps for breath. He cries until hot tears slide down his cheeks and the enormity of his frustration and rage becomes too much. Hands trembling, he lets out a soft noise and clamps one of his palms around the bond as it fills with heat, a sign that Bakugou distantly senses his distress.
With hiccuping sharp breaths, Izuku rises on his haunches despite how much he aches. He feels so sore, especially between his legs. It makes him want to throw up but he resists the urge and instead slides one of the blankets across his shoulders, wrapping it around him as he pulls himself onto shaky legs. Tears drip down his jaw and he grits his teeth, forcing himself to stabilize.
Izuku inhales, holds that breath, and gives a trembling exhale. He then dries his cheeks with his forearm and strengthens himself.
I need to get out of here.
It takes a bit of time but he begins to move towards the exit of the tent, step by step, wrapping the blanket tighter around him. It's made of dark fur so he hopes that wherever he is, it'll camouflage him enough to escape. Right as he reaches over to pull the fabric aside, someone pushes through the entrance and Izuku recoils in surprise.
It's a girl.
Her hair is chopped short, only reaching the top of her back: it's brown and matches the color of her eyes. A black cloak drapes over her shoulders, but it looks wet and clings to her frame. She stares up at him before blinking a few times.
"Oh! You're awake," she says. There's droplets of water in her hair as well, so he assumes it must be raining outside. "You must be Izuku, right?"
Izuku? People normally call him by his last name as a sign of respect, but he's not in his kingdom anymore so he shouldn't have high expectations for treatment. All he does is nod in response, and her eyes light up.
"My name is Uraraka. I've been taking care of your injuries the past couple days." She reaches out to shake his hand. "It's wonderful to meet you."
This girl—Uraraka, apparently—seems friendly enough, but everything feels so strange and uncomfortable. Disorienting, even. His eyes drop towards her hand and he realizes, numbly, that he doesn't really want to take it. Instead he shrinks back a little and shakes his head.
"Oh? Do you not like being touched?" She meets his gaze and suddenly Izuku feels a bit awkward, cheeks burning. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a small noise.
Why can't I talk?
He knows that victims of assault might have problems gathering their thoughts, but... that wasn't assault, right? He's strong. That kind of thing doesn't happen to strong people. So what exactly happened with Bakugou?
"You're beginning to look a bit pale. Could you sit back down for a moment?" Uraraka asks, and he nods slightly. She carefully begins to guide him back towards the blankets and he lets her, eventually sinking back into its warmth. He wraps his own blanket tighter around his body and his muscles tense as she kneels down in front of him.
"Hey, Izuku," she says softly, folding her hands on her lap. "I'm going to ask you some yes or no questions, alright? Could you answer them for me? I just want to verify some things because I want to help you."
He swallows and lifts his eyes to meet hers. Now that he's calmed down a bit and thinks things out, it hadn't made sense for Bakugou to leave him unattended. There were probably guards outside the tent, even if they're not inside. In fact, it makes more sense for Bakugou to want them outside since he wouldn't trust anyone else but a female doctor to be in a room with his mate.
And because Uraraka works for Bakugou, she can't be trusted. All he can do right now is try to see what she wants.
So he nods slowly, keeping his eyes on her and resisting the urge to stare at the ground.
"Okay, that's great." The corner of her mouth turns up into a smile. "You've never had a heat before this, right?" Izuku nods again, frowning a bit this time. Just thinking about that day makes his guts twist in his stomach. He felt so hot that he could barely see because everything seemed so fuzzy, and it took all of his exerted
willpower just to stabilize his vision.
"And I was told that you bled a bit as well. Is that true?" He nods once more and
Uraraka's eyes soften. "Have you ever been with anyone in the past?" A shake of his
hea d. "Alright, well—"
Before she can finish, Izuku feels the bond twitch with heat as the entrance to the tent lifts, the scent of alpha hitting his nose instantly while a familiar presence fills the room. Uraraka glances behind her and Izuku's muscles suddenly tense, freezing in place as a sick feeling rises within him.
It's Bakugou, and from this angle, he seems to tower above them both: strong, ruthless, larger than life. He dons dark pants and black boots caked with mud, chiseled muscle rippling beneath his signature red cloak. Unlike Uraraka, he's positively soaked from the rain. His hair is plastered to his face and he wastes no time running his fingers through the strands, forcing them to stick up in an awkward sort of way.
But the most noticeable thing about him is the ragged wound right on his brow. It hasn't turned into a scar yet but it's still incredibly deep with raw, pink edges. Sharp ruby eyes meet his gaze and memories flood him all at once.
Look at me, Bakugou had said. Look at me while I'm fucking you.
Izuku remembers feeling so consumed with fury, his vision turned white—not red, because he was beyond bloodthirsty—and he lashed out at the one thing that he hated the most, right then and there. But the heat and dehydration had gotten to him, slowing his reflexes and clouding his vision. He must have failed to aim properly.
Now, Bakugou's eyes are unreadable. Firm but stoic, they meet Izuku's gaze head on as his scent fills the air. It tastes like power and it feels heady and rich.
"Welcome, sir." Uraraka dips her head with a small bow as he approaches, treading mud across the carpets with his boots. It's a bit rude of him but she doesn't seem to mind. "May I get you anything to drink? Anything to eat?"
"At ease," Bakugou replies flatly, waving his hand dismissively. His eyes hadn't strayed from Izuku in the slightest and he keeps his gaze fixed. "If you want to put yourself to use, fetch me water."
There's a certain steadiness to him that puts Izuku on edge, and he realizes now that it's control: there are invisible strings tugging at the alpha's mind, keeping him distant and reserved. It's so different compared to his nonchalant attitude from just a few days before, when he almost seemed like a cat waiting to pounce and toy with its prey. Now he feels like a calculating, analytical hunter instead of a predator with a playful streak.
"Of course, sir." Uraraka stands and Izuku's heart begins to drum in his chest. He doesn't want her to leave him with Bakugou, but she's already moving away at a brisk pace. She throws a glance back at him with a small nervous smile before finally exiting the tent. Heavy silence hangs between the two of them now and Izuku can't bring himself to look away. He feels like if he takes his eyes off Bakugou for just a second, the alpha will lunge and snap his jaws around his neck. It's a bit terrifying, actually, and the thought sends a chill down his spine.
The quiet only lasts for a few moments before Bakugou begins to approach him once more, taking step by muddy step as he draws closer. He peels off his wet cloak and throws it aside, dropping to his knees in and leaning forward to place both hands on either side of Izuku's body. Izuku visibly shrinks back and makes an uncomfortable noise in response, pulling his blanket tighter around him. Still, in this position, he's forced backwards to prop himself up on his elbows, which causes the blanket to slide down his shoulders and expose a bit of his chest. It's the only thing that lies between
his naked body and the dripping wet alpha who could probably win a staring contest at this rate. With piercing eyes like that, Izuku can only conclude that he seems angry, sadistic, horny, or emotionally vacant. It's hard to tell which one because of their sharpness, and the intensity is just too difficult to read.
But to his surprise... Bakugou leans in, ducking under his chin to lick a stripe up the side of his neck. Izuku's anxiety spikes and his breath catches in his throat as Bakugou's teeth sink softly into his skin, planting soft love bites up the sweeping curve until he reaches the flesh behind his ear, gnawing on it gently. Izuku makes a disapproving noise as the alpha settles himself between his legs, clutching the blanket even tighter for security.
"It's going to be one hell of a scar, won't it?"
Izuku jumps at Bakugou's words and a low chuckle rumbles from his chest, the wet warmth of his tongue rolling right beneath his earlobe. He's close, so close, and Izuku feels a bit lightheaded as alpha scent starts to overpower the air he breathes. The tent is far more enclosed than the throne room so it tastes much stronger, choking his lungs.
"Uraraka said that you hooked your nails in because that's how you would have scooped out my eye. It made the wound deep as shit, you know." His voice sinks to a low growl and there's a hand stroking his thigh through the blanket. As it dips between his legs, Izuku feels nausea clawing at his throat, but the fingertips are still gentle. Teasing. It feels like the touch of a phantom but it's violating and fills him with dread. "You're a spitfire but you're still the most beautiful omega I've seen in my life."
His hand travels down his thigh and pushes beneath the fabric, his cold palm sliding up the warmth of Izuku's skin. The alpha's touch is freezing, since he was just outside in the rain, and Izuku can't help the shiver that's drawn from his body. Bakugou's nose presses against his neck and slowly moves down to the scent gland, flicking his tongue along the sensitive flesh. It flares in response and Izuku feels hunger spike in the bond.
You're too close, he wants to growl, but he can't speak. Whenever he tries, his throat closes and all he can do is choke out a noise as Bakugou's hand gradually moves higher and higher.
"And really," he continues, whispering against his skin, "the knowledge that you're untouched makes you even more special. Anyone can purchase a whore for a cheap fuck, but purity is hard to come by."
Right then, the entrance to the tent lifts and Uraraka returns. Izuku stares right past Bakugou and straight at her, watching her almost drop the bowl in shock. Pink begins to flush his cheeks in embarrassment.
"Oh, uh, h-hello," she stammers, blinking as she sets the water on one of the makeshift desks. "I'm sorry to interrupt, sir! I didn't think you two were having—" "A moment?" Bakugou finishes, but he's not paying attention to her in the slightest. The blanket rises to Izuku's upper thigh as the alpha curves his palm to cup the omega's ass, giving it a squeeze and yanking a disapproving hiss from Izuku's lips.
"Ah, yes sir." Uraraka unsuccessfully tries to shield her eyes by turning away, and Izuku feels so ashamed he could positively die. "I do have some news about the state of your mate's health. Would you like me to inform you once you're finished with your... 'moment?'"
Mate. The word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he internally seethes. He can't tell if Bakugou feels the spike of anger through the bond or not, but either way the alpha's hand reluctantly draws away from beneath the blanket and returns to its original spot beside Izuku, leaving him relieved.
"Do it now," Bakugou says smoothly, and Uraraka gives a small nod.
"I confirmed a couple things with Izuku to make sure that your information is correct." She waves her hands nervously with a smile. "Ah! Not that I
thought you were wrong or anything, sir, but with this kind of diagnosis I need to make sure that I get things from the direct source."
Bakugou stops gnawing on his neck, lifting his head just enough for Izuku to see an uncertain shift in his eyes. "A diagnosis?"
"Yes sir," she confirms. "He has a hormone imbalance, from what I can tell. After a full decade of suppressing heats, it might take a bit for him to adjust to—"
"Are you saying there's something wrong with him?" His growl is dark and dangerous, and Izuku's heart pounds. The sudden change in mood was quick and it makes him uneasy. Everything about Bakugou is too unpredictable.
"Well... technically, yes," Uraraka says nervously, rubbing the back of her head. "His mother gave him herbs with a specific formula, ones that suppress his hormones and his heats by extension. Now that he hasn't been using them, he might experience physical issues as a result."
Physical issues? His mother had told him to take the herbs every day, and he's been using them for about ten years or so. It's a bit scary to think what could happen if he's taken off of suppressants, and the thought makes his stomach churn.
Bakugou, on the other hand, seems a bit more concerned now than threatening. The look in his eyes changes as Uraraka continues.
"Omegas tend to have their first heat around age thirteen or fourteen, but obviously that doesn't mean they should be having sex or bearing pups. Their walls become more flexible over time, which is why omegas might have heats near the beginning of puberty but aren't ready to bear pups until a few years afterwards. If they can't handle a knot without bleeding, like Izuku, trying to a birth a pup might as well kill them."
There's an awkward silence, but Uraraka keeps speaking, a bit more quickly this time. "I was actually going to talk to you his heat, by the way. It
seems that you actually had actually triggered a mini-heat, not a full heat. Otherwise he would be disoriented for a good few days instead of a few hours. I believe it was a reaction to your, ah, advances."
His eyes narrow but he seems to let it slide, finally speaking for the first time. "He doesn't have pups then, does he?" "No, he does not," Uraraka confirms. "He has a greater chance of getting struck by lightning than conceiving a pup outside of regular, monthly heats."
Izuku feels so impossibly relieved, he gives a soft sigh as every bit of pressure coiled in his chest releases at once. It was the biggest thing he was worried about, and now that it's gone, he feels so much lighter. But Bakugou's gaze feels much more intense now and he tries to ignore it by keeping his eyes on Uraraka.
"However," she continues, "his heat might come out of nowhere depending on when his body feels ready. In the meantime, sir, I suggest that you're gentle with him as his hormones begin to stabilize, or at least practice abstinence. Otherwise—" "Don't tell me how to treat my omega," Bakugou suddenly snaps, eyes narrowing. He shifts his focus to Uraraka and she visibly tenses. "He could have been a useless cocksleeve for one night and I would've tossed him away afterwards, but I chose him to be mine . He's lucky, because his other option is being reduced to some dethroned prince working in a whore house. Therefore, I will touch him when I want, I will fuck him when I want, I will do whatever I want whenever I want to. He belongs to me so stay out of it. "
And just like that, Izuku's heart sinks.
"Sir," Uraraka says carefully, clasping her hands in front of her. "With all due respect, I am only looking out for my patient's welfare. I believe that he should take some time to adjust or else his body may go into shock. I know you want an heir, but—"
Bakugou's fists clench on either side of Izuku, gripping the blankets. "Get out."
She swallows but nods, giving him a bow before ducking out of the tent. It leaves both of them alone again, and that unnerving feeling slowly begins to creep back into his chest and tighten around his lungs. The alpha's words whirl in his brain and he tries to digest them, along with everything Uraraka said about his hormones.
Not having pups is an amazing stroke of luck. More than amazing, in fact, but he hadn't really expected his hormones to act up to the extent that Uraraka had described. How in the world would a small pack of herbs alter his brain to the point where if he spends time without it, his body could be put into shock?
"What are you thinking?"
He blinks up at Bakugou in surprise, the question catching him off guard. His eyes glow red in the candlelight, like burning embers that threaten to eat him up alive.
"Answer me," Bakugou demands, and Izuku opens his mouth to speak but the words die on his lips again. There's something about the eye contact that makes him a bit incoherent, and for some reason, his mind trips over the words he wants to say.
The alpha growls and snatches the blanket off of him, tearing it away. Izuku makes a sharp angry noise as he tries to grab it back but it's wrenched from his grip and tossed aside. It leaves him exposed beneath Bakugou, and he fights his first instinct to curl in on himself in favor of punching the bastard square in the face.
Bakugou is quicker and grabs his wrist before the blow collides, but Izuku lashes out again with a snarl as his other fist almost slams into Bakugou's jaw. The alpha barely manages to catch that one too before forcing both
wrists down on either side of Izuku's head to tear a cry from his throat. The grip is so tight he's sure it'll leave bruises later, but he doesn't care at all. He has no kingdom, no identity to disguise, and no pups. There's no reason to hold back. "The bitch returns!" Bakugou barks out a laugh that sounds more aggressive than amusing, and it sends a chill straight to the bone. "You can fight all you want but I still own your tight omega ass. Does that piss you off? That I get to use you whenever the fuck I want?"
His blood reaches the boiling point and he spits at the alpha, and the back of Bakugou's hand comes in full swing to crack across his face. Black spots bloom across his vision and he gives a sharp cry, but now that Bakugou made the fatal mistake of releasing his wrist, Izuku immediately swings back with his elbow to aim for the nose. And it hits.
There's an ear splitting, unmistakable snap of bone that pierces the air, followed by an enraged scream. The sound is absolutely terrifying and Izuku claws the blankets to pull himself out from beneath Bakugou, but the alpha lunges forward and flips him on his stomach. He yanks the omega back under him and leverages his wrist behind his back in an arm lock to hold him in place.
"You're going to fucking pay for that," Bakugou snarls, tone thick with hunger. He twists the arm to the point of almost snapping, forcing Izuku to buckle beneath him with an angry hiss. "I'm going to rail you til you're dead."
That sends a spike of fear through him but he swallows it down with a deep, shaky breath. He's still dehydrated and he doubts he was supplied with any fluids while he was unconscious, which explains why his body keeps quivering whenever he exerts himself. If Bakugou does anything now... his threat might become reality.
But he won't beg for him to stop—chances are high that it won't change the outcome, considering how the bonding situation went—and he refuses
to make the same mistake twice in a row. If Bakugou says he's going to have sex, it means he's going to do it however he likes and whenever he likes, right?
So out of sheer spite he slides his hips upwards and curls his back into a perfect arch. It draws a sharp breath from Bakugou and when he throws a glance over his shoulder, he catches the perfect image of blood dripping down the alpha's nose. His eyes are burning coals, once lit with rage and now ablaze with lust. He watches with such captive attention that his gaze feels hotter than the deepest pits of Hell.
(For a split second of a split second, Izuku feels glad he failed to claw out those eyes. If he had, he wouldn't have been able to feast on that enraptured stare.)
"Kill me then," he finally chokes out. His voice feels hoarse, tearing his vocal chords like sandpaper, and it physically hurts to speak. "Do your fucking worst ."
If he's going to die he wants those to be his last words, not his begging a few days ago for the knot that ruined his life. His body instinctively picks up the nature of his position, producing a small bit of slick that begins to dribble from his hole. It aches in protest, clearly still sore, but it continues to drip on the blankets regardless.
For a moment Bakugou seems unaffected, but something stirs beneath his composure that Izuku can sense through the bond. It's interest, but it seems more curious than sadistic. With one hand still locking Izuku's arm in place he uses his other to testingly slip two fingers inside, and the omega gives a soft uncomfortable sound as his walls stretch to accommodate. Because he's dehydrated, he isn't producing as much slick as he should and it makes his muscles tighten around Bakugou in response. There's blood dripping down the alpha's nose but he doesn't seem to care anymore, eyes full and fixed on Izuku's fluttering entrance whenever he sinks inside, only to pull his fingers out and slide them back in with a wet
sound. Izuku squirms a bit as callous fingertips work themselves deeper, rolling warmth flooding his belly.
"You're so wet already," Bakugou murmurs, scissoring his fingers inside with a loud squelch. There's more slick now, slowly dripping down his inner thighs and leaving him a bit dazed and incoherent. "You smell like you want to be fucked." Izuku grits his teeth as he fights the urge to chase Bakugou's touch with his hips, keeping himself steady despite how much it aches. He's teasing him, slowing his fingers to a pace that physically hurts. The bastard knows he's dehydrated, already weakened from the last incident, and his instincts feel like they're pulling him apart at the seams. One side of him wants to divide and conquer, while the more primal part of his brain wants nothing more than to submit and let Bakugou pound him to oblivion, turning him into a slutty drooling mess.
It's so close and so, so tempting: the feeling of an alpha pinning him down, sinking into his scent as the burning stretch of a knot fills him, and just... letting go. He remembers how warm Bakugou's seed felt inside of him and there was so much of it, he could imagine thick cum leaking around the knot and dripping down his thighs, matting in the blankets. And then he would be praised, called a 'good boy.'
But he can't.
He can't do that to himself.
Alpha scent curls around him and makes his body tremble. It's heavy and it feels like it'll crush him any minute, making it hard to breathe, even harder to think. Bakugou gives a cruel chuckle as he pumps his fingers at a pace that almost feels like the phantom head of a cock. Izuku is soaked and he's drooling slick all over the blankets in thick, wet droplets that run down his legs. Resisting hurts so viciously and it feels like his mind is slowly ripping him in half, tearing him in two different directions.
"Look at you," Bakugou purrs, flashing his teeth in a feral grin. "You hate me so much but your body wants nothing more than to be spread open right now. Now that you're dethroned, you're nothing but a filthy omega just like the rest of them. A slave to your own instincts, ready to be filled to the brim with strange cocks and fucked by knots til you can't walk. How the mighty fall, eh?"
Izuku would do anything to shut that voice out of his head, but he can't think. His brain feels numb and he wills himself not to sob, especially after bluntly asking Bakugou to destroy him, but his body throbs so much and he feels so weak he might pass out yet again. He needs water, he needs food, he needs sleep and rest and energy and he's had none of it.
Liquid heat pools in his belly, coiling tight as Bakugou quickens the strokes of his fingers. It's torturous but his legs are eased apart even wider, and Izuku gives a muffled whimper as another wave of slick follows in response. His knees feel weak and his body trembles, his lips parting in a silent moan when Bakugou curls his fingers in knuckle deep and presses against the spot that makes him see white.
But just as quickly as the sensation came, it disappears when Bakugou pulls his fingers away. Izuku almost whines at the loss and suddenly he feels so empty, shaky legs barely holding his hips upright. He feels sick for wanting it but he blames it on the heat, the hormones, the instincts. They make him feel like he's worthless for anything that doesn't involve a cock filling him until he's throbbing for its knot.
In the midst of his vacant thoughts, he registers that Bakugou had let go of his arm. Izuku turns himself over to look back, rubbing his achy wrist, only to be met with the sight of Bakugou sucking his fingers clean of slick. There's a very obvious bulge in his pants and the minute he sees it, the area between his legs throbs and wants it inside of him. He quickly looks away but Bakugou already caught the look in his eye.
"The omega slut isn't satisfied, huh?" he laughs darkly. "You're already
looking for something else to fill you with. I bet your mother knew you'd be a nymphomaniac, which is why she suppressed your hormones to begin with."
Izuku flushes deeper at that and shrinks away from Bakugou. He's still producing slick and his ass aches but he hopes it'll go away, especially since his throat just gets drier as thick wetness dribbles down his thighs. Wrapping one of the blankets around himself again, he tries to cover up his nakedness with the warmth of the fur pelt. He expects the alpha to yank him back under to make good on his threat, but to his surprise he stands instead and wipes the blood from his face with his forearm. Even if he was just enraged a few minutes prior, he seems satisfied for now. Something shifted in him the moment Izuku spoke.
Do your fucking
worst.
Whatever mood swings Bakugou has, they're dangerous and hard to predict. He's a menace, analytical and calculating, but even then he's only sheer chaos. The alpha is a bundle of contradictions that Izuku can't even begin to untangle and something he did made Bakugou change his mind, even with a broken nose that probably hurts like a bitch.
"You're mumbling, idiot."
Izuku jumps and looks up. Bakugou holds the bowl of water out to him—the one that Uraraka had fetched—and something clicks.
Oh... that was for me?
"Did my fingers make you stupid? Or is that just your hormones?" Bakugou growls, jutting the bowl towards him. "Drink."
Izuku pauses with uncertainty but he reaches out to take the water regardless. As he does, the blanket slides off his shoulders a bit but he's far too thirsty to care. The ceramic feels cool in his hands and he realizes how hot his skin must be in comparison. At that thought, he can't help but take one last glance at Bakugou before taking a sip.
Water has never tasted so delicious. It's fresh and cold, sliding down his parched throat with stinging pain but he doesn't care. He tips it all the way back to catch every last drop, and as he does, his vision feels less fuzzy as a result. There's still a lack of strength but he thinks that's a result of hunger, not thirst.
Bakugou takes it back once he's finished and sets it aside, picking his cloak up off the ground and shaking the droplets out before draping it back over his shoulders. He looks like he's still hard but he's ignoring it... maybe he stubbornly took Uraraka's words to heart? And suddenly, to his surprise, Bakugou kneels down to scoop Izuku up—blanket and all—and he stands to carry him bridal style. Izuku's first instinct is to push at his chest but he feels too tired, and he could just imagine what Bakugou would say if he tried: 'I didn't give you permission to touch me' or something like that, and then a smack against the face. It would be smarter to bide his time and wait, so instead he reluctantly lets the side of his head rest against Bakugou's bicep as he carries him outside. Thankfully the alpha doesn't protest to that, because he's not totally sure he would be able to keep his head up otherwise.
"I want to introduce you to a few people I know," Bakugou whispers, lowering his lips to press against the shell of Izuku's ear. The metallic tang of blood tastes so close, dribbling from his nose. "I'm sure they're very eager to meet you."