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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Todoroki_Shouto, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Omega_Verse, discussion_of_PTSD_and_flashbacks, Porn_With_Plot, as_much
      consent_as_I_could_pack_into_an_ABO_fic
  Collections:
      My_Hero_Academia
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      Published: 2016-07-04 Completed: 2017-06-16 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 11312
****** Temperature Regulation ******
by Pedonecrophilia_(Redleaveshavefallen)
Summary
     Todoroki had been specially bred for the best combination of quirks,
     and in his father's eyes, had been a success.
     However, when he started presenting it quickly became evident that
     his body couldn't accommodate the stress. Faced with a debilitating
     set of quirks that were becoming dangerous to his health, there was
     no way he could handle it alone.
     TodoBaku exploring how ABO body chemistry and quirks interact with
     each other.
Notes
     I've never written omegaverse before, I hope I'm doing it well ;;;
     I thought that the relationship between quirks and the omegaverse
     body chemistry might be interesting to explore? Especially since my
     body doesn't regulate temperature well so I thought "OH MAN I CAN USE
     MY EXPERIENCES".
     I'm sorry Todoroki, you don't deserve this pain.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Todoroki Shouto has been feeling strange recently.
He’s been irritable, more impulsive, emotionally-prone, hungrier, and having
strange cravings. Everything was distracting him recently—especially his
classmates, who seemed to reign in his attention more and more.
Maybe because he was one of the only non-alphas in their class, but he always
felt a bit out of place with his peers. While society no longer believed alphas
were superior to other genders, it was still normal for them to dominate
powerful or important jobs like heroism. That being said, it was to be expected
that most of his classmates were alphas. Todoroki, however, was not, and while
that had made him feel a bit smug or competitive in the past, maybe it was
making him overly conscious now.
So although something has been feeling wrong within him lately, he would be
sure not to show any signs of weakness. Todoroki was a master at hiding
discomfort; this was nothing compared to what he had endured in the past. He
could handle this. He didn’t need anyone to take pity on him or think he was
weak. He could handle this.
 
 
He wasn’t the only one acting strangely, though. Midoriya, who he had begun
associating with more and more recently, was constantly giving him glances and
wiggling in his seat.
 “Todoroki, have you s—“ he stopped, turning away quickly. “No, nothing, never
mind, sorry Todoroki.”
Todoroki watched him, trying to understand the other’s strange behavior. He
looked awkward, which one could argue was somewhat normal, but this was on a
new level. While not a great reader of people, Todoroki thought Midoriya
seemed…embarrassed for him? And maybe uncomfortable?
Midoriya was perceptive; perhaps he noticed Todoroki’s discomfort. He wasn’t
hiding it well enough, and now he was making a fool out of himself and worrying
his friend. Sucking in a breath, he decided to put more effort into acting
normal.
 
 
By the time they got to their physical training period, Todoroki wasn’t feeling
so confident in his acting. He’d kept up a good front so far, but whatever had
been ailing him for the past day or so was reaching its peak; it took all his
will to keep from trembling as they listened to the day’s instructions. His
head was a fog, and there was pain that he was desperately trying to ignore.
While this would normally be a great time to visit the school nurse, he was
dedicated to not letting it bother him, too far in to quit and too heavily
taught to avoid weakness to let himself. He would tough it until the end of the
day, or at least until the end of this period.
(Stubbornness was not always one of his good points.)
They were allowed to separate into different activities to train their bodies.
Thankful, Todoroki headed to the running track, where he could hopefully set
some distance between him and most of his classmates as well set a pace that
wouldn’t wear down his already ailing body. A few others joined him but quickly
raced ahead, running full speed while he kept to a steady jog.
Honestly, if he were training his stamina, this would be the proper form
anyway. Carefully heaving out a heavy breath, he hoped it would be a good
enough explanation if anyone asked.
It was about ten minutes into running when he finally admitted that he’d made a
mistake; his body wasn’t strong enough to be exerting any amount of effort,
especially not exercise. His head was swimming, and his steps were coming
slower and slower; he wasn’t sure if he was even following the running path
anymore, vision blurring.
 Vaguely, he was aware of someone running toward him.
“I fucking knew it, you’re in heat!”
Todoroki blinked and suddenly he was in Bakugou’s arms. Did Bakugou catch him?
Had he even been falling? He was too distracted to think clearly; the feel of
Bakugou’s touch had him shuddering and shaking, desperate noises escaping from
his mouth in ragged breaths. He was drowning in the other’s strong scent.
“I could smell you all the way across the fucking track—what the hell are you
doing?!” Bakugou looked around, but no one else was coming. “No wonder the
others started sprinting, no one trusts themselves around you. Weaklings.”
Shifting his hold, Bakugou lifted up Todoroki in his arms, soon running into
the building and around the many halls until they at last came to the nurse’s
office. Breathing a bit heavily, Bakugou threw Todoroki unceremoniously onto
the bed.
“God, I can barely breathe through your scent—nurse?! Nurse?!” Bakugou turned
this way and that, but no one else was in the office. “Dammit, just my
luck—this should have been Iida’s fucking job, dammit..!”
Gritting his teeth, Bakugou turned back to Todoroki; it was a sorry sight. He
was sticky with sweat and flushed, lips parted to allow for panted breaths. He
was pressing his legs tightly together, and looked to be in pain. The two
heterochromatic eyes were clouded and half-lidded.
Bakugou cautiously drew near the bed. “To think the strongest guy in our class
is an omega—why aren’t you taking suppressants for your heats?”
Todoroki took a second to focus on Bakugou, blinking past his delirium.
“I…didn’t know. I thought I was…a beta, I hadn’t presented yet—“
“Presenting in high school? Jesus fucking Christ.”
Todoroki’s body chose that moment to convulse; his whole frame leapt off the
bed, limbs twitching in movements just short of violent. Even worse, Bakugou
could see steamcoming off of him.
He quickly shot out a hand to touch him. Todoroki leaned into the touch, and it
felt like fire.
“Dude, you’re literally in heat—I think your body’s not regulating your quirk
correctly. We gotta get you some suppressants.”
Bakugou sprang away from him (Todoroki mewling in disappointment) and set about
looking through the medical supplies. “Fuck, I don’t know what heat
suppressants look like. I’m an alpha, for god’s sakes.”
Of course he was an alpha; a textbook case, at that. Aggressive, hot-headed,
and powerful, with a smell so intoxicating Todoroki felt his body shake again
at the observation.
Since Bakugou put a name to it, it was obvious that this was a heat. Not only
that, but combined with the unruly outburst of his quirks it felt like a fever
but infinitely worse. His body wasn’t regulating temperature, fluctuating
between freezing and burning heat that made him shake and shiver. His nerves
were screaming; every sense was heightened to the point of pain, smell and
touch overwhelming him. He was slick with sweat and all sorts of liquids coming
from his body, his pants tight and wet and disgusting. And yet, all he could
focus on was Bakugou’s scent, and his voice—
“—y didn’t Deku tell you? He’s an alpha, he definitely should have known!”
“M-Midoriya? An Alpha?”
Bakugou turned to look at him, irate but with a sense of focus and calm. “Yeah,
duh. Why do you think we fight so much?”
Because he was weaker, and subordinate? Todoroki had thought both he and
Midoriya were betas. It made sense, what with the way Bakugou talked about him
like he obviously wasn’t supposed to be there back at the beginning of the
year. Todoroki had just assumed it was a bigotry thing. But if they were two
alphas competing, that made much more sense…
Thoughts only lasted a few seconds before they melted away with the rest of
him. Shakily, he tried to take himself out of his now soaked and overbearingly
hot tracksuit, but felt too weak to. It was becoming unbearable; he couldn’t
stand it much longer.
“Bakugou.” It didn’t even sound like a name when it came out of his mouth; it
was too desperate, too needy, too hungry. Bakugou spun around like he’d been
hit with something. “Bakugou, I can’t take much more of this. I need help,
please….”
Bakugou’s eyes drifted to Todoroki’s hands, still fumbling uselessly with the
tracksuit, and tensed. He took a hesitant step forward, adam’s apple bobbing
with a nervous swallow. He was beginning to look a bit under the weather
himself.
“I can’t find the suppressants—“
“Bakugou—“
“We gotta calm down your body so your quirk doesn’t mess you up anymore—“
“Please--!”
“Don’t fucking test me Todoroki, it’s been hard enough to keep myself under
control this long!”
Bakugou jumped onto the cot Todoroki was on, tearing off his jumpsuit (and
probably damaging it in the process). The feeling of Bakugou’s hands skimming
over his skin made Todoroki groan in pleasure, no longer able to filter.
“The heat should get less severe if we give your body what it wants, right?!”
There was an edge of desperation in Bakugou’s voice; he finished taking off
Todoroki’s jumpsuit, throwing it to the side before spreading Todoroki’s legs.
Lubricant was spilling out of him, and precum coated his cock. Todoroki was
shivering again; Bakugou thrust a finger into his entrance.
It was hot inside him, hotter than the inside of a human had any business
being. Todoroki’s quirk was out of control; his body certainly wasn’t made to
handle heats. Luckily Bakugou’s hands were used to high temperatures; he
plunged another finger in, thrusting back and forth while the other gasped.
Todoroki stopped being aware of Bakugou at this point, his overwhelmed body
taking over all his senses. Each touch produced a string of noises he was too
delirious to be embarrassed about; he bucked and rocked against Bakugou’s
fingers until the other had to physically hold down his hips with his other
hand. Two fingers turned into three, pushing back and forth and curling up in a
way that made his vision spin. Pleasure flooded his system, along with another
wave of heat.
“Hey, don’t heat up! My sweat’s flammable, you’ll burn us both!” Todoroki
vaguely heard Bakugou’s voice, harsh and strained. He tried his hardest to
focus on the words despite everything else assaulting his system. “Focus on
your ice quirk, just—think cold thoughts or something, calm down!”
Todoroki tried, but it was a useless effort. He shook his head, a whine
escaping his lips, and untangled one hand from the sheets to grip Bakugou’s
arm. His fingernails dug into the other’s skin.
“Fuck, okay…Focus on my breathing. Just, breathe. And try to focus on cold so
you don’t burn us.” Bakugou leaned in close so their faces were only a few
breaths apart, able to inhale each other’s scents. He breathed with intention
and purpose, inhaling and exhaling in a way that Todoroki could follow and copy
easily. He started moving his fingers again, now in the rhythm of their
breathing, slow enough not to overwhelm him but enough to provide the relief he
needed.
The fingers slipped into his second entrance and Todoroki gasped; hearing a
distant reminder to breathe, he carefully realigned his shuddering breaths to
Bakugou’s. By way of reward. the fingers curled inside him.
“Fucking cum already….” Bakugou’s voice was strained, distant, foggy, boiling
with something Todoroki couldn’t interpret.
The fingers curled again, closer to the edge of his entrance, and Todoroki
gasped once more, bucking up against them despite Bakugou’s hand on his waist.
“T-there, please, Bakugou!”
Suddenly that place was being assaulted, and breathing be damned he forgot
everything else. Wave after wave of pleasure came, to the point Todoroki wasn’t
sure what he was doing with his body, his quirk, his voice, but suddenly it all
boiled up in him and released.
Todoroki collapsed back onto the cot, euphoria washing over him and cold
finally returning to his burned out body. Letting out a shaky exhale, he felt
the fog on his mind lift enough to allow rational thought, at least for the
moment. Vaguely, he was aware of Bakugou’s hands leaving him.
Raising his head to thank him, the words caught in his throat; Bakugou was
biting down on his lip so thoroughly that a rivulet of blood was trailing down
his chin, small drops of blood dripping onto the cot’s ruined sheets.
Bakugou’s eyes met his and they were crazed, fogged over with a barely
contained rut.
Todoroki choked on any words he had, but Bakugou was already rising off of him.
He wiped his hand on the cot to get rid of Todoroki’s juices; it was flush red,
no doubt slightly burned. If it had not been Bakugou, he was sure the burns
would have been much more severe. Guilt filled his gut, chasing away the last
remnants of pleasure.
While his frame was shaking, Bakugou’s voice came with the same calm it had had
before. “Stay here. When the nurse comes you better ask for suppressants.
I…gotta go.”
 
           
 
Bakugou came a few minutes late for their next class. As soon as he opened the
door, nearly the entire class turned his way.
He reekedof Todoroki. Staying in a small, enclosed space with a presenting
omega was just as good as being scented. He scowled as whispering immediately
started, a smudge of smeared blood still on his chin. The act made his lip
wound sting, and it only added to the anger in his eyes.
“Thanks for leaving it all to me, you cowardly pathetic FUCKS.” The teacher
began to scold him, but Bakugou merely slammed the classroom door shut and
stomped forward. “I hope you all die, miserable little—“
He stopped in front of Midoriya’s desk, cutting off his thought. He paused a
second, gritting his teeth, before leaning over to get in Midoriya’s space. The
boy in question had his eyes trained on his desk, looking tense.
“Were you too embarrassed to tell him he was in heat? Were you trying to be
sensitive?” The words were said quietly, meant only for Deku, and there was an
air of danger in them. “Or maybe,” he snarled, “did you want to be the one to
rush in and help him?”
Midoriya white-knuckled the edge of his desk, but said nothing. Bakugou stood
up, taking one last second to glare at him before returning to his seat.
Class started again, the air giving off a hints of tension and Todoroki’s
scent. The omega did not return to class.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     The suppressants have been obtained, but time is necessary for them
     to kick in. Enter the spontaneous house visit.
     (This'll be the last nsfw chapter for a while; hopefully this is
     enough to sate you for the time being.)
Todoroki did not go to school the next day. While his sister, the only other
omega left in the family, had given him some of her heat suppressants, they
needed time for his body to acclimate to them. That was if they had any affect
at all; with how his body was acting, he'd probably need a special
prescription. He’d taken his dose but was still bedridden, sweating and
suffering and convulsing.
His father was an alpha, of course. That part of his identity defined him more
than anything—certainly more than being a hero, anyway. He strongly believed in
the traditional ideals of alpha/omega dynamics: his treatment of omegas was
anything but ‘heroic’.
That included how he had treated his mother. She was never respected, bigotry
justifying violence. Even when she was sent away, it continued. His father
brought omegas over during his ruts, treating them like toys and thinking about
his own need for dominance over their pleasure. He’d often deliberately tease
or deny these omegas attention just to hear them beg; Todoroki had walked in on
it on a few occasions, and even when he didn’t, the walls weren’t thick enough
to drown out everything.
Todoroki was glad he wasn’t born an alpha. It felt like an insult against his
father—finally creating the perfect blend of quirks, the best candidate to
overpower All Might, and he wasn’t the ‘strongest gender’. (How ironic that the
very blend of quirks that was supposed to make him strong rendered him
abnormally weak during something as simple as a normal body function.) Todoroki
had viewed his non-alpha status (beta status, at the time) with pride; and
every time he succeeded, he saw it not as a win for his father but for himself.
He enjoyed sullying his father’s expectations of ‘subordinate genders’.
In that way, maybe Todoroki should have been even more proud to be an omega,
but instead it just made him scared. He’d seen how easily omegas were
manipulated during heats—how they were manipulated by his father. While he was
vehemently against anything his father believed in, they were the only ideas he
was raised with; there was a part of him that feared he was destined to be
mistreated as the omegas had. And now he’d felt his own powerlessness, and it
terrified him. He wouldn’t, no, couldn’t let his agency be taken away.
If it had not been Bakugou who helped him yesterday, he might not even be in a
position to say that.
He knew how easy it was to take advantage of an omega in heat, and yet Bakugou
hadn’t. It certainly hadn’t resembled any normal interaction, and none of it
would have happened if Todoroki had been in control of his mental faculties,
but Bakugou only approached him after Todoroki has asked him to. He somehow
doubts Bakugou would have approached him at all if it hadn’t been obvious his
health was at risk. While he couldn’t remember the events very vividly, he knew
that the last face he’d seen Bakugou make—strained with self-restraint, lip
bleeding, tensed in every way it could—was not the face of a man willingly
taking advantage of someone. He’d acted because it was the only way he knew how
to help, and it had. Todoroki, as ashamed as he was to admit it, was grateful.
Grateful Bakugou had acted the way it did, and grateful the person in question
had been Bakugou.
He doubted everyone would have had the mental fortitude Bakugou had
demonstrated in that moment. Delirium dizzying his thoughts, Todoroki found
himself thinking that he couldn’t trust anyone else to help him.
 
 
He woke up from another fitful sleep. Other than near-constant masturbation,
napping was all he could do; he’d been sleeping on and off all day, but it was
more like fading in and out of consciousness. Every now and then he was aware
of his sister coming in to check up on him, wiping down his body and doing what
she could for his rapidly fluctuating temperature. He would be mortified of her
seeing him this way if he were able to have coherent thoughts for more than
five seconds at a time.
On this reawkening, he noticed the sheets had been changed. Disgusting. He was
disgusting. Disgusting and slimy and saturated with gross bodily fluids and
lubricants. Not only that, he’d grown very accustomed to his own scent; it was
suffocating. He doubted any alpha in a mile-wide radius were unaware of his
heat.
Turning his head weakly, he noticed something else new; a bag beside his bed.
Reaching for it, he found the product inside was already partially opened for
his convenience. It was a heat aid—a health tool for omegas that, even with
it’s ‘subtle’ design, failed to look like anything but a dildo.
Todoroki groaned, but it came out more like a moan. Curse this eternal
horniness. He couldn’t wait for the suppressants to kick in so he could
remember what it felt like to have dignity.
He tried to use it—he really did—but as his sister had confirmed, he was doing
far more poorly than most omegas in heat. He quirk was ravaging his body,
frying his nerves. He couldn’t operate his own pinky muscle properly, much less
a heat aid. He was in agony.
Picking up his phone, Todoroki looked at the time. School was officially over
for his classmates; he texted Midoriya asking for Bakugou’s number, hoping his
message came out intelligible.
He started to worry more as time passed without a reply—Midoriya was usually
quick about texting—but eventually he got a one, the number and nothing else.
Normally the lack of extra communication might have given him pause, but for
the moment he was thankful to bypass the extra reading.
Without thinking, he was calling the number. Within seconds of confirming the
action he regretted it; why hadn’t he texted? What was he going to say? He
could barely form a comprehensible thought. With each ring he felt his heart
thud with desperation, his groin ache, and heat flood his system.
“Who’s this?”
He hadn’t realized the ringing had stopped—at hearing Bakugou’s voice in his
ear, he let out an involuntary moan. Dammit, that was loud, he probably heard
that.
“…Todoroki?”
He let out a whine, half reply and half instinctual. His brain was such a mess;
he would hate himself for this later. “Y-yeah, yes.”
“You sound awful.”
“I’m dieing.”
He heard an annoyed scoff on the other line. “I don’t think I signed up to be
your baby sitter.”
“Please, you’re the only one, it has to be you…”
Todoroki’s mind was already wandering back to his crotch. Too delirious to
care, he started touching himself, shutting his lips tight to muffle his
noises.
“I’m losing all respect for you.”
Todoroki let out a heady breath from between his gritted teeth, struggling to
even out his voice. “Blame the, ah, heat, not me.”
A pause. “Are you getting off on my voice?”
A noise slips out from surprise—surprise is not what the vocalization sounds
like. An embarrassed roar rings in his ear.
“Screw it, send me your address, I’ll come over!”
He may have started to say something else, but Todoroki had already hung up; he
couldn’t trust himself not to make any more lewd noises. He texted Bakugou his
address, put the phone away, and started trying to make himself semi-cognizant
for his classmate’s arrival….he reached for the heat aid.
 
 
 
When Bakugou arrived at the Todoroki residence (which was way bigger than he
thought it would be—it had slipped his mind that this was the household of the
No.2 hero) he was stopped by no fewer than one gate and three siblings.
“You really can’t come visit, Shouto’s very ill!” said the last one, a sister.
He growled—another inconvenience.
“I know, that’s why I’m here!” He attempted to shove his way in, but she
blocked his path.
“You really don’t understand—“
“He’s in heat, I know, he called me! Let me through!”
The second of surprise was enough—Bakugou pushed past her and finally got into
the house. Despite its size, he didn’t need help finding Todoroki’s room; he
followed the smell, thick enough to choke on.
He opened the door without knocking, revealing Todoroki looking as much of a
mess as his sheets, working the heat aid in and out of him. Noticing Bakugou,
he jerked with surprise and pulled his hands away. He looked close to tears,
his face flush with heat; he was erect and hard, covered in fluids, and looked
absolutely miserable. Also, incredibly humiliated.
“I-I thought I’d smell you…”
“I took my suppressants today, fuckbrain.” Bakugou winced at the sight; and
yet, even though it was far from their society’s pornos, the powerful scent was
enough, even with suppressants, to hike up his pulse. His eyes drifted down to
Todoroki’s lower half. “Is that a…?”
“It’s a heat aid,” he snapped, grabbing a blanket to cover himself. “My sister
bought it for me.”
Bakugou stood beside the door for a moment, hesitating. “Then why do you need
me?”
“Because I’m too weak to use the damn thing properly.” Todoroki leaned his head
back, brow furrowed—it was of course displeasure, but also irritation in his
features. However shocking the display had been, it had given him a few moments
of clear thought, allowing him to act more like himself. “You were right, my
body isn’t regulating my quirks correctly. I guess that’s what happens when
you’re made as a genetics experiment.” The last words were nearly spat. He
turned his body away from the other’s eyes.
Bakugou hadn’t thought Todoroki would bring that up; as far as he knew, no one
was aware Bakugou knew about his past. As if to explain, Todoroki gave a heavy
sigh and continued.
“Sorry. I’m just bitter and tired. I’ve been thinking too much, I’m dehydrated,
I feel disgusting, and I’ve been suffering from this for God knows how long.”
“Then quit complaining and let me help.” Bakugou finally closed the door and
approached, soon standing by the bed and grabbing at the cover. Todoroki tried
to keep it in place; Bakugou gave him a condescending smile. “I saw it all
yesterday, dude. No point in being embarrassed now.”
If the smile had meant to be comforting, it was with mixed success. Todoroki
let go of the blanket with a frown, letting Bakugou remove it. “I wasn’t half-
lucid then. Let me hold onto some shred of my pride.”
“You forfeited that when you sexually harassed me over the phone.” Bakugou
climbed onto the mattress and kneeled between Todoroki’s legs as he had last
time, spreading them apart to make room for himself. He grimaced at the sheets,
already soiled from Todoroki’s earlier ministrations. “Gross. You’re lending me
a pair of pants.”
Todoroki shuddered at Bakugou’s hands moving his legs; it took just one touch
for all his brain processes to slow. “Sure, whatever you want.”
“Well aren’t you docile.”
“Shut up.”
Bakugou stared at Todoroki for a moment, thinking; the other squirmed under his
gaze, head turning to the side to bury itself partway in a pillow. “Well, this
thing’s supposed to help you, right? Might as well use it.”
Bakugou gripped the end of the heat aid, still partially buried in Todoroki,
and gave it an experimental tug. The omega’s back arched into the air, his
vision clouding with lust immediately.
“This beats getting burned. Thank your sister for me.” Bakugou shifted his
position, deciding to straddle one of Todoroki’s legs so he could work the heat
aid more easily. He did it with one hand, the other resting on the mattress,
letting him lean his weight forward if he wanted to.
The verbal ping pong was over, that was for sure; with each thrust of the heat
aid desperation seeped into Todoroki’s voice, and the small utterances and hums
that escaped his lips quickly became open-mouthed vocalizations. Although
Bakugou was on his leg, he still managed to buck his hips forward in time with
Bakugou’s thrusts, adjusting when Bakugou’s angle was off. He came once, but
was still hard due to his heat.
“Bakugou, it’s not enough…It’s so hot…It hurts….” Todoroki’s body shuddered
with shivers, both of pleasure and temperature fluctuations; even greater than
the want thrumming through his veins was the discomfort, the fire and ice. He
was desperate not only for release but for relief.
“You better fucking thank me for this later.” Bakugou leaned forward, his free
hand reaching to grab Todoroki’s member. It slid along the hilt easily.
Adjusting his position for balance, Bakugou pumped Todoroki in time with his
thrusts, causing Todoroki to moan in pleasure.
Any trace of the original Todoroki was gone now; all that was left was desire
and desperation, omega and heat. Bakugou wasn’t faring well himself; he had
taken suppressants that day, but those were for controlling scheduled rut
cycles, not keeping him sane while breathing in lungfuls of pheromones. The
smell was affecting him, awakening his alpha instincts. It wasn’t enough to
drive him crazy like he’d felt last time, but enough to make his blood sing
with something a bit stronger than arousal.
It didn’t help that Todoroki kept bucking his hips, simultaneously lifting his
leg up into Bakugou’s crotch. He didn’t know when he’d started rubbing himself
on Todoroki’s leg, but he was practically humping it now. Luckily, the omega
didn’t seem to care, his mind clearly on other things.
Todoroki bucked up again and Bakugou hissed through his teeth; it felt good. He
was beyond aroused now, getting lost in the physical sensations and his own
instincts. Leaning forward to hover over Todoroki’s body, he angled himself to
better rut against his leg, all the while keeping his hands busy. As Todoroki
threw his head back, the scent glands on his neck were exposed; Bakugou’s
vision blurred for a second.
He was practically drooling; drops of sweat fell onto Todoroki’s bare skin and
sparked without either of them noticing. Bakugou was intensely focused on the
bare neck in front of him, the alpha in him throbbing with a need to bite it,
mark him, make him yours. Bakugou leaned further in, closer to Todoroki’s neck;
the omega seemed to notice, turning to face him.
For a second, the lust in his eyes lifted, reacting to whatever face Bakugou
was making. “Bakugou, you don’t…have to hold yourself…back…”
Bakugou’s nerves buzzed to life; he tensed, suddenly aware of where he was and
what he was doing, why he was there. A growl rumbled deep in his throat—his
head shot forward, but instead of capturing Todoroki’s nape he went for the
boy's mouth. They both groaned into the sudden kiss, though Bakugou’s still had
accents of a growl. Roughly, he let his teeth fold over the other’s lip, struck
out with his tongue, anything to keep him occupied.
Whatever effect his suppressants had had was surely gone; Bakugou had to finish
this quickly. He twisted the wrist of the hand that held Todoroki; a new noise,
high and shallow, burst against his mouth. The other hand tilted the heat aid
at an angle he could sense Todoroki liked and pounded; another noise, this one
headier. He kept it up, his wrists aching and his nerves burning with lust.
With every urge that surfaced he bit at Todoroki’s lips, bruising them with all
the violent cravings he wouldn’t let himself inflict anywhere else.
This omega wasn’t his to claim.
 
 
Todoroki came soon after, and Bakugou followed, spunk staining his pants and
the other’s leg. The orgasm had been enough to clear his head, at least for
now. Climbing off of him, Bakugou took a second to study the body under him.
Todoroki’s breathing came in shallow ghosts, still coming back from his own
orgasm. From the looks of it, he was unconscious, or at least at the very edge
of it; Bakugou guessed he’d be sleeping for the next while. He was a mess, of
course, but there was no more steam coming off his body, and the pained look on
his face was gone. Finding a rag and a bowl of water beside the bed, he wiped
down Todoroki’s body; it didn’t feel so hot anymore. The heat aid apparently
had done it’s job.
Bakugou threw off his pants, and his underwear along with them; both were dirty
now. Todoroki had promised him a pair of pants to walk home in, he might as
well take something else as interest. After a little bit of riffling through
his drawers he found things that would fit. With that settled, he practically
ran out of the room, not wanting to be in that enclosed space any longer than
necessary.
That night, he spent hours in the shower, trying to scrub the scent out of him.
No matter what, though, he could always smell a trace of Todoroki haunting his
skin.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks for waiting! My laptop broke, and then when it got fixed I had
     finals to study for!! But it's here now, a transitional chapter
     leading to some events I'm very excited for, and hopefully the next
     two will come a lot quicker!
When Todoroki came the school to next day, there were a couple things of note.
The first was that he was no longer in heat; a doctor had arrived that night,
he had gotten a prescription, and the suppressants had kicked in at long last.
The other things…were a bit less fortunate.
His voice was almost completely gone, and it was pretty obvious why. He
absolutelyreeked of Bakugou. Apparently the alpha had been scenting him
unconsciously when his instincts had kicked in.
This did not go without comment.
By the time he entered the classroom he was feeling more than a little
uncomfortable, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. This especially applied to
Bakugou. Todoroki, though grateful, wasn’t quite sure how to face him yet.
So when Midoriya called out to him he was more than a little thankful for the
excuse to get out of the classroom.
 
 
“Todoroki, could we talk?”
Looking up, Todoroki met his friend’s eyes and immediately felt some of his
tension melt away.
“Of course,” he croaked, throat raw. He saw some embarrassment flash across
Midoriya’s face.
“Um, well, it’s more I talk and you listen, so… Um, want to go out into the
hall?”
This time Todoroki settled for a nod, and he followed Midoriya out of the room.
Todoroki felt a slight weight on his back as he exited, as if someone was
staring him down.
When they were properly alone, Todoroki watched as Midoriya stood before him
with an unnatural amount of tension.
“Todoroki, um, the reason I called you out was, um…” There was a second of
hesitation before Midoriya suddenly bowed, startling Todoroki. “I’m sorry! For
how I was acting, and for not warning you about your heat!”
Todoroki opened his mouth to reply, to say that the apology wasn’t necessary,
but Midoriya straightened again and continued, cutting him off. “To be honest,
I was a bit embarrassed…I mean, I wasn’t sure if you were aware of it, most
people don’t exactly begin their cycles during class,” Todoroki felt his face
burn at that, “but also…I just wasn’t confident enough.”
“When we were little Kacchan and I both presented as alphas, and Kacchan…didn’t
take kindly to me. No one did, really.” Midoriya was smiling, but his
expression was a bit pained. “They thought that because I was—because I was
weak, that I wasn’t a real alpha. I was ridiculed a lot and made to follow the
pack and act submissive…It, well, it wasn’t the greatest time.” He was looking
at his feet now, the smile dissolved into a small frown.
“I think Kacchan assumes that because I have a—that because I got into this
school, that I’m over all of that. And I do feel a lot more confident than I
did before. But it affected me a lot more than he probably knows…I still don't
feel entitled to act as an alpha. And that includes things like picking up
scents, warning others of heats….”
He looked up again, meeting Todoroki’s eyes with a strained smile. “So, I
apologize. I should have said something. I shouldn’t have been so scared, but I
just…I didn’t feel it was my place.”
Todoroki took this all in, weighing his words. “Thank you. But I was never mad
at you.” Despite the pain in his throat, he mustered a warm smile. “Also, if it
helps…I think Bakugou recognizes you as an alpha.”
Midoriya laughed at this. “No, I really doubt that! I was never seen as enough
of a threat to compete with. Everyone kind of assumed I was a beta or omega.”
Todoroki felt a pang of guilt at that.
"Whatever you say.”
A bell rang throughout the school; both of them perked up at the sound.
“I guess we better head to class, huh?” Midoriya smiled again, and Todoroki
nodded. It seemed everything that had needed to be said was said. The two
returned to the classroom, Todoroki finally getting the chance to have a
regular time at school for the first time in days.
 
 
It was sometime during lunch when Bakugou got to the end of his patience.
He’d been pretty irritated since the day started, for a number of reasons. He
wasn’t going to get into those reasons. For now, only one was important:
Midoriya was being annoying. Again.
Okay, so maybe he hadn’t meant to scent Todoroki. And maybe that meant it
didn’t really mean anything. But the fact stood that anyone within a mile
radius could smell an alpha on him, and yet Midoriya had been sticking close
since before the bell rang. Midoriya. Another alpha. Who should know better
than to get close to a scented omega.
Bakugou was not just pissed, he was feeling downright territorial. (But not
because he was possessive of Todoroki. It was the principle of the thing.)
“Oy, Deku!” He slammed his hand down on the lunch table where Midoriya sat, the
impact rattling the silverware. He ignored the others there (Uraraka, Iida) and
glared straight into Midoriya’s eyes; and then, after a second, shifted his
gaze to Todoroki.
The second the boy entered his field of vision his anger flashed anew, his lips
lifting enough to bare his teeth. Todoroki didn’t normally eat with Midoriya,
he was pretty sure; Bakugou didn’t pay that much attention to his classmates,
but he thought he knew that much. He turned his glare back to Midoriya, who was
met his gaze dead on.
“Yes, Kacchan?” He was uncomfortable, that much was obvious; his shoulders had
risen up closer to his ears, and his posture was tensed. But his voice, like
his eyes, were calm. Bakugou’s parted lips curled around a snarl.
“I was hoping to talk to Todoroki at some point, but couldn’t help but notice
you’d been hogging him all day.” Bakugou leaned down, speaking quieter. “Are
you being more proactive after our last talk? You were always one to
overcompensate after the fact.”
Deku bristled as the last few words were edged with a growl; and suddenly it
was there. Two scents, strong and combative, exuding out of the two males.
Todoroki stiffened in his seat. He hadn’t had much, if any, experience
recognizing casual scents, but he knew he would be able to smell them from now
on since he had presented. It was different from smelling Bakugou while he had
been in heat; these two were intense, angry. There was no desire here, just
intimidation. And now—now, he wasn’t sure how he had ever believed Midoriya was
anything but an alpha.
Fighting the urge to lean away from the two, he forced his throat to open.
“Bakugou, if you wanted to talk all you had to do was ask.”
Bakugou turned, eyes saying he didn’t want Todoroki to deescalate the
situation, that he wanted to fight, but Todoroki was already rising from his
chair. Midoriya was silent beside him, still radiating energy.
“Well?”
Bakugou looked at Todoroki, who was now standing expectant, and back at
Midoriya, who was holding his ground but not making any moves to engage him.
Clenching his teeth, he turned away from the table.
“Fine, fine, whatever! Not here, come with me.”
 
The two made their way to a quiet corner outside of the lunchroom, Bakugou
walking the whole way with his angry slouch while Todoroki followed behind him.
He could still smell that intense alpha scent coming off of him, though it was
lessening as they put some space between them and Midoriya.
“So, what was that about?”
“You--!! What do you think it was about?!” Bakugou turned, ready to list off
the reason he had rehearsed in his head, but he found all his true motivations
rushing to the tip of his tongue. “It’s your fault!”
Todoroki opened his mouth to speak, argue maybe, and the expression made
Bakugou quick to cut him off.
“I mean, it’s Deku’s fault!” He tried to backpedal, but could feel the truth
coming up regardless. “It’s his fault, you always choose him over me! At the
fucking sports festival, you called himout as your rival, even though I’m
stronger, and then you give him a good fight and not me, and now there’s this!”
Todoroki seemed a bit baffled. “I literally just choose you yesterday, though.”
“And then avoided me today, in favour of him!” Bakugou seethed, fists clenched
at his sides. “You didn’t choose me, I was the most convenient choice—if I’d
said no, you probably would have gone straight to him! It wasn’t about me; it
could have been anybody, and you know it!”
Bakugou let out a breath through his teeth. “If I had marked you, you would
have regretted letting me.”
“…Probably,” Todoroki admitted. “But this is a good time to thank you…You
didn’t take advantage of me, although you could have. I’m glad it’s you who
found me, Bakugou.”
This seemed to calm him down. “You don’t need to thank me for being able to
control myself. I’m not an animal.”
Todoroki nearly winced. “What does that say about me, then?”
The bell rang then, cutting through the sudden tension and signaling the end of
lunch. Todoroki felt relieved for the sudden intrusion, lessening the sting of
what he had said. “We should head to class.”
Bakugou had already turned away. He nodded and entered the sea of classmates
pouring out of the lunchroom, effectively ending the conversation. Todoroki had
no choice but to follow.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Trigger warning, PTSD flashbacks show up briefly in this chapter, and
     trauma is discussed in the following chapter. I added this to the
     tags of the fic. As an abuse survivor, Todoroki's trauma is really
     really important to me and I want to write it as respectfully as
     possible. (With that said, I'm rEALLY EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER).
     I also have finished outlining the fic, it'll be 6 chapters total.
     And because I'm sure some of you are wondering: you have to wait
     until ch 6 for another sex scene. But it'll be the finale, so I'll
     try to make it worth it.
The next day, Bakugou felt strange.
He assumed it was because he hadn’t taken his suppressants; after all, he’d
been taking them for the past three days. After Todoroki had presented at
school, Bakugou had had to use them in order to go back to class due to a rut;
the next day, he’d taken them just in case Todoroki was still presenting at
school (but instead he’d ended up visiting his house and, once again, triggered
a rut); and yesterday he had also taken them as a precaution, but Todoroki had
been stable. Today, he’d decided it probably wouldn’t be necessary to take
them.
He’d been told in sex ed class that it wasn’t good to take suppressants outside
his scheduled rut, but what else was he supposed to do? Besides, he figured it
probably wouldn’t be a big deal.
…At least, he didn't until he got to his first class. Once there, it felt more
like a hugedeal. Did taking the suppressants trick his body into thinking he
was having his rut early? Or had triggering ruts so often caused it?
With each class he became angrier and more irritable, perpetual dissatisfaction
grinding down on his nerves. Every little thing set him off. In a class filled
with alphas, everyone gave off a menacing air. He nearly bit off Yaoyorozu’s
head just for talking; every word felt like a challenge. The mere act of
existing felt like a challenge. A need to fight was etched under his skin,
bordering on a compulsion; it was like a mosquito bite but infinitely harder to
ignore.
Just when he thought he could get away and breathe, Todoroki approached him at
lunch.
 
“Bakugou, are you alright?” Todoroki had been worried about his classmate’s
recent behavior and, well, he was told not avoid him, so there he was.
 However, the look Bakugou gave him made it seem like the worst possible thing
he could have done.
 
And it was. Of all the timing, why then? Even with Todoroki’s heat suppressants
in effect, Bakugou could smell the omega on him; it made him want to pounce,
want to dominate. His self-control had been strained all day, and now it was
pulled taught.
Todoroki was talking, saying something. He hadn’t heard, the voice inaudible
over the screaming of his nerves. Bakugou’s throat was tight was a suppressed
growl; this wasn’t good. He had to leave before his self-control finally broke.
“Bakugou, are you alright?”
Snap.
Bakugou shoved Todoroki into a wall, caging him in with his arms.
“You can tell I’m not, right?” His eyes burned into Todoroki’s, filled with
challenge. “So why’d you approach me?”
There was an unspoken implication there, an accusation. The words were wrapped
around a snarl as he leaned in, invading the omega’s space. This close, he
could smell the other more clearly. Bakugou still remembered Todoroki’s heat,
how he had looked, how he had smelled; his muscles twitched at the memory. One
hand had slid from the wall to hold Todoroki down, capturing his arm in a vice
grip.
 
 
Bakugou’s eyes looked how they had back then, sharp and wild. From the moment
his back had hit the wall Todoroki knew something was wrong, which his nose
soon confirmed; alpha scent was flowing out of Bakugou, overwhelming him.
Suddenly his body tensed as fear shot through his veins, instincts forcing him
into submission. Flashbacks threatened to overtake him.
He was an omega, and Bakugou was an alpha. This was no different than what his
father had told his mother and all the others after her; he was weak, he was
powerless, made to be broken, made to be overtaken, you should be thanking me,
this is all you’re good for, you want this—
 
 
Bakugou’s head shot up as he caught the scent of another powerful alpha fast
approaching. Keeping his hands in place, he turned just in time to see Midoriya
race into his line of sight. Bakugou tensed for battle, reading a growl in his
throat, but
the second he saw them Midoriya stopped in his tracks, alpha presence
disintegrating. Seeing his wide eyes, Bakugou froze as well.
He knew what Midoriya was thinking. He was remembering the past, the bullying
all throughout middle school, back when Deku was just a quirkless alpha and
Bakugou was filled to the brim with hormones and fight. Something about Deku’s
very existence had felt like a threat; the fact that an alpha could be
quirkless was a pollutant, tarnishing the value of the entire gender. It only
stood to reason that he had to distance Deku from the idea of ‘alpha’ as much
as possible, destroying the association between the two (and thus, the only
probable comparison between him and Bakugou).
But there was more to it than that. In the end, Midoriya was an alpha, one of
few that consistently challenged Bakugou time and time again. Every time he
stood up to him, Bakugou’s position was shaken. It wasn’t just a matter of
protecting alpha pride; it was about protecting his status. He had to squash
any power Deku thought he might have had.
"You’re nothing like a real alpha,” he’d said, shoving young Midoriya into a
wall. The other had merely stayed docile, obedient. “You don’t even have a
backbone, much less power!”He’d bullied away Midoriya’s fighting spirit long
ago, soon after his first rut. The other hadn’t even argued. “You’re better off
dead! Maybe in the next life you’ll be a real alpha—maybe even have a real
quirk, too!”
Bakugou turned away from Midoriya and the memory, mind somewhat cleared. Wits
about him, he looked back at Todoroki: fear had widened his eyes and paralyzed
his body. Worse, he seemed to be hyperventilating. Bakugou relaxed his grip.
“Todoroki, leave.”
Todoroki was still for a moment, fighting through a haze of flashbacks, before
the words registered and he broke free, ducking under Bakugou’s arm to race
down the hallway. Bakugou turned to Midoriya’s stationary figure, fuming.
“Well?! Go help him!!”
Midoriya tensed as he was addressed, but within a moment he ran off as well,
following after their friend. Bakugou was left alone in the hallway, shaking
with suppressed emotion. Letting out a roar, he ran in the opposite direction.
He hated asking for help, hated admitting he couldn’t control a situation on
his own, but he hated losing to himself more.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi guys, sorry for the long wait! I promised to put this up by the
     end of November, and that obviously...didn't happen. Thank you for
     all you people who asked about when the next chapter would be up, and
     thank you again for your patience! It makes me feel really good to
     know people are interested enough in my work that they will politely
     reach out and ask about it. You make my heart have warm fuzzies.
     Apologies for how short it is, but I've already started on the last
     chapter and hope to finish it MUCH faster! Thank you for sticking
     with me on this fic, I hope you enjoy! (Also: next chapter will be
     nsfw once again)
Todoroki Shouto was running and he would not stop.
His mind was still clouded in a haze of memory and dissociation, the rapid
pounding of his shoes on the floor and his heart in his ears the only sounds
grounding him. He was not sure where he was running to. All he knew was that he
was afraid.
“Todoroki!”
Midoriya’s voice cut through his panic; Todoroki stopped suddenly, sneakers
squeaking against the tile floor. When he turned to look behind him his friend
was only a few paces away, slowing what must have been a full run.
“Todoroki, are you okay? Is there anything I can do?” Midoriya stopped in front
of him, hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. Panic flared again. Todoroki
took a step back, dodging the hand. Midoriya looked at him with surprise.
“I-I’m sorry.” Todoroki didn’t meet his friend’s eyes, now filled with concern.
“Midoriya, thank you, but could you leave me alone? I don’t think I can stand
the scent of an alpha right now.”
Recognition crossed Midoriya’s face, and he nodded. “Of course! Sorry
Todoroki—call me if you need me!”
And with that Midoriya raced away, throwing one last look of concern as he
left. Todoroki stayed standing for a moment, collecting his thoughts, evening
his breathing. He was a bit calmer now that he had made himself form words, but
the improvement wasn’t much. Midoriya’s presence had still set him on edge, and
his adrenaline was still pumping.
Forcing his mind to focus, he went to find somewhere to calm down.
 
 
The rest of that school day was spent tensed. Bakugou came back to class quiet
and reserved after spending a period at the nurse's office; Todoroki didn’t
show up for another hour, and was just as reluctant to socialize when he
returned. The two didn’t look at each other, didn’t talk, and didn’t meet the
worried glances Midoriya gave them; they left the school without exchanging
words.
It wasn’t until the next day that anything came of their encounter.
 
 
“Todoroki, I gotta talk to you.”
Bakugou stood in front of the classroom door, leaning against the wall
casually. Todoroki stood in the hallway, backpack still on his shoulders. This
was an ambush. No doubt Bakugou had come to school early and had been waiting
for him. The thought did not appeal to him.
Still, he didn’t see a reason to say no. He was not going to communicate his
discomfort, unwilling to admit any weakness. “Okay then. Lead the way.”
Bakugou nodded and stepped off from the wall, moving down the hall and toward a
secluded corner. As Todoroki followed, he tried not to think about what had
happened the day prior, how powerless he had felt and how scared that still
made him.
Once they found a quiet part of the school they stopped, Bakugou finally
turning to face him again. There was a beat of silence as Bakugou tried to meet
his eyes and was unable to, Todoroki never letting eye contact last more than a
second.
“…I’m sorry.” The words sounded strange in Bakugou’s voice, foreign and
unnatural. Todoroki replied without hesitation.
“It’s fine. You were having a rut.”
“No, it’s not fine!” This time Bakugou’s voice rang out, angry and familiar.
“That’s not an excuse, and you know it! I should’ve exercised some self-control
like a functioning human being, but instead I went nuts and nearly attacked
you!”
Todoroki lowered his eyes to the ground. “I approached you when I shouldn’t
have.”
“Goddammit—don’t act like it’s your fault! It’s my fault, you idiot!” Bakugou’s
hands had become fists at his side, clenching and unclenching as he spoke. “I’m
supposed to be above my instincts, and I acted like a fucking barbarian.”
“I don’t fault you for losing control, it’s not like I can help it either. And
it’s not as if you really did anything.”
“I made you afraid, that’s plenty.” His voice lowered a bit, tone serious.
“That’s not what a hero does.”
Todoroki looked up at that. Those words—they resonated with him. It made him
remember that Bakugou wasn’t just another alpha, wasn’t like his father at all.
He was different. Todoroki could trust Bakugou.
He’s not sure what made him say it; maybe everything he had felt up to then was
naturally leading to it. Still, when it came out of his mouth it was still a
surprise.
“I would chose you, if you wanted me to.”
Heat crept into his cheeks as Todoroki realized what he’d said, suddenly
feeling anxious. He didn’t meet Bakugou’s eyes, waiting for Bakugou’s reply as
the silence stretched. His heart pounded in his ears.
".....................................................WHAT THE HELL?!”
Todoroki nearly jumped. He finally looked at Bakugou only to see him seething.
“What the hell did I do to suddenly win your trust? Apologize? Basic human
decency?!No, fuck you, I don’t get a prize for admitting I was wrong. Screw you
and your garbage standards!”
Todoroki flustered, struggling to pick up the remainders of his pride and
defend himself. “And why can’t I make my own decisions about what I want?”
“Because your decisions suck!” His fists opened so he could gesticulate with
his hands, fingers curled in with anger. “Do you even understand what you just
said? You’re giving me permission to mark you, for life, because I owned up to
being an ass. You’re rewarding me for attacking you! Don’t be so quick to make
light of my mistakes, I shouldn’t fuckingmake them!”
“What, so I shouldn’t have been helpless during my heat?”
“That’s different!”
Todoroki returned Bakugou’s snarl with his own, awkwardness quickly giving way
to irritation. “How is it different? Instincts aren’t made to be conquered.
Everyone has moments of weakness, Bakugou, and you’re no exception.”
“Yes I am!” he seethed. “Don’t apply your trash expectations to me, I don’t
care what you or anyone else can’t handle. I’m better! So don’t talk about
choosing me until I’ve fucking earned it!”
“You already have!”
“You’re standards are too low, shithead!”
Just then, the bell rang; the two looked up as the noise rang through the
halls. Bakugou exhaled through gritted teeth.
They ran to class with their pulses still drumming through them. The
conversation had been going nowhere anyway; it might as well be shelved.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you all for your patience! I finally finished the last chapter
     (and editing all the previous chapters), thanks for reading!
     There's some manga spoilers in this chapter, but they are pretty
     vague so hopefully all those behind or just watching the anime won't
     mind.
Their conversation wasn’t brought up again, and the two seemed content to keep
it that way. Looking back, Todoroki could see the logic in Bakugou’s words and
the foolishness in his own—they hadn’t had nearly enough time together to make
that kind of decision, much less a stable relationship. Todoroki was in no rush
to defend his position; Bakugou had been right. They let it be and continued on
with life.
School went on, and catastrophes seemed to happened one after the other. They
had training camps, internships, provisional license exams and…makeup courses
for provisional licenses. Between it all, Bakugou and Todoroki established
something resembling a relationship, built through time and experiences and
trust. The days bled into the one another.
 
 
It had been a (rare) uneventful day. They were having a regular session of
English, Present Mic writing sentences on the blackboard. Bakugou was leaning
into his hand, his attention waning as the lesson bore on and on. Letting his
eyes wander, he watched as Todoroki reached into his bag and rummaged around in
it.
The rummaging continued.
Then it turned into feverishly searching.
The searching became louder, more distracting.
When Todoroki’s hand came up from the bag, it was empty. He gave up, but as
class continued Bakugou noticed Todoroki becoming more and more restless in his
seat, face pinched with a thinly veiled nervousness. Or maybe he was concealing
it perfectly and maintaining that poker face he was known for, but Bakugou knew
him too well not to notice.
By the end of class Todoroki was looking decidedly uncomfortable. As everyone
starting putting away their things, Bakugou walked back to where Todoroki sat
and hit his head lightly with his notebook.
“You were distracting as hell during class. What’s up?”
For a moment Todoroki didn’t answer, just sat still with his jaw clenched and
his eyes forward.
“I can’t get out of my seat.”
“Why the hell not? We’re changing rooms next period.”
“Bakugou, I can’t get out of my seat.”
Seconds passed as the words sunk in. After a lapse of silence Todoroki finally
turned his head toward Bakugou, his voice strained and even.
“Could I ask you to carry me to the nurse?”
Underneath the calmness of his tone there was panic, pleading. Bakugou noticed
Todoroki’s legs trembling under the desk and his fists were clenched tight in
his lap. Bakugou looked around at the quickly emptying classroom before
nodding.
“Sure.”
They waited until everyone had left the classroom before Todoroki tried to
stand. He was already half hard, and his face was tinged pink with the effort
of getting up. Bakugou crouched so Todoroki could get on his back, and
after grabbing Todoroki’s backpack they were off.
“How’d you forget to bring your suppressants to school?!” Bakugou was speed
walking down the halls, already feeling heat radiating from the boy on his
back.
“I’m still not used to this, alright? I must have forgotten to put them back in
my bag after I took my morning dose.”
“You took some this morning and you’re already like this?”
“My body burns through them fast.”
Todoroki’s words were already becoming breathy and shallow. They were close to
the nurse’s office when Bakugou felt the steam begin, the body on his back
flashing between searing heat and freezing cold.
“Bakugou, it’s no good. They won’t have a strong enough dose, and if anyone
else is in there…” Todoroki’s breathing was heavy, and he had to gasp between
words. “Take me to the dorms, please. I need to get to my room.”
Bakugou grit his teeth and turned quickly on his heel, now going at a run. The
new dorm building wasn’t far from the school, but fighting off his instincts
all the way there would still be a problem. As Bakugou ran Todoroki bounced on
his back, and Bakugou could feel the omega rubbing his hard on against him.
When they got to the building and jumped in the elevator (Bakugou’s knees were
getting too weak for the stairs to be viable) Bakugou was aware of the other’s
hot breaths and gasps in his ear. Pheromones collected in the air within the
elevator, suffocating him with the intense sweet scent.
“Why did you have to live on the fifth floor!?"
When the doors finally opened Bakugou burst out of the elevator, gasping for
air. Luckily he knew where Todoroki’s room was, what with it being directly
above his own; he bounded there in giant strides, not stopping until they were
in front of the door.
“Keys, Todoroki, keys!”
Todoroki’s breathing was heavy as he fumbled around in his pockets, hands
unsteady and shaking. Every few seconds his body jolted as temperature
fluctuations wrecked his nerves. As soon as he had the keys partway out of his
pocket Bakugou grabbed them out of his hand and unlocked the door himself.
The door flew open. Bakugou threw Todoroki’s backpack into the room, not caring
where it crashed. He threw Todoroki just as unceremoniously onto the bed, the
boy bouncing a bit as he landed.
“Where’s your suppressants?”
Todoroki writhed on top of the bed, steam hovering above him. It took a second
for him to process the words and respond.
“I think…my desk.”
Bakugou grabbed them off the desk and rushed to the bed, helping Todoroki take
them. As soon as it looked like Todoroki had a handle on it, Bakugou started
for the door.
“Kay, I’m out.”
“Wait, Bakugou…”
Bakugou stopped, his shoulders tense. Todoroki took another breathy gasp before
continuing.
“Stay. Until the suppressants kick in.”
“No, hell no. My limits aren’t infinite, Shouto. I’m not testing it today.”
“Bakugou…you know you can’t go back to class like that.”
“I’ll chill in my room until I’m good, now let me—“
“Bakugou, I want you to stay. I want you.”
Bakugou turned at that, face twisted in anger.
“Stop saying whatever’s convenient, asshole! You know it’s just because of the
heat. I’m not gonna take advantage of you.”
“I think...it’s no secret we’re attracted to each other.” Todoroki let out
another deep breath, spreading himself out on the bed. “At least, I am. And I
told you before, that I would chose you.”
“You were being stupid then.”
“I was stupid, but I meant it. And I mean it even more now.”
“But what if I—“
“Bakugou, doubt isn’t like you!” Todoroki’s voice was a mix of desperate and
exasperated. “I want you. I promise it’s not on a whim, or just because of the
heat, or out of a sense of obligation. I’ve thought about this, for a while.”
His body jumped again, his face red with heat. “I’m letting you, I won’t regret
it, and I’m IN PAIN. So if you wouldn’t mind?”
This seemed to be enough to convince him. Bakugou’s shoulders fell as he gave
in, and he approached the bed.
“Okay, but I’m not gonna fucking mark you even if you ask. That’s a different
conversation.”
“Okay.”
“You sure this’ll be fine, even if I get out of control?”
“Oh my GODBakugou, shut up and fuck me already!”
The talking was done. Bakugou climbed onto the bed and started taking off
Todoroki’s uniform, already damp with sweat. Each time he so much as brushed
Todoroki his whole body jumped. The steam had gotten worse as well, and just by
being near him Bakugou could feel the heat.
“You…too…” Todoroki raised a hand toward Bakugou’s tie, but Bakugou swatted his
hand away.
“I’m not trusting my neck to your weak ass hands. I’ll do it.”
Undressing himself in front of Todoroki wasn’t something he’d done before, but
the pheromones in the air helped lower any embarrassment he would normally
have. Desire thudded in his pulse, making his own hands shake. He threw off his
uniform as quickly as he could manage.
The clothes were discarded to the floor, leaving the two naked on the bed.
Todoroki reached down to touch himself, but once again his hand was swatted
away; Bakugou grinned wickedly at Todoroki’s resulting whine.
“If you do that, what am I here for?” Bakugou started pumping Todoroki’s
member, breathing in the pheromones and for once letting himself enjoy the
warmth that filled his body. His other hand went between Todoroki’s legs and
down to his hole, pressing a finger in and finding it accepted almost
instantly, the heat making Todoroki pre-lubricated and easy to enter.
The noises Todoroki made were sweet, loud, and without abandon. Thank god no
one else was in the dorms. Bakugou leaned over and pressed his own member
against Todoroki’s, pumping them together while Todoroki craned his neck back
into the bed. When his neck (and the glands on it) exposed Bakugou felt his
vision blur for a second, a low rumble forming in his throat.
Taking his hand off Todoroki and himself, he positioned himself between
Todoroki’s legs. But when he was about to push in, he felt a cold hand pressed
against his chest.
“Wait…”
A growl ripped through his lungs instinctively, but Bakugou forced himself to
calm down and listen to Todoroki.
“In my drawer…”
Gritting his teeth, Bakugou got off the bed and threw open the drawer without
regard for how much strength he used. The first thing to catch his eyes was a
small box.
“Condoms…made for dangerous quirks. So you don’t get burned…”
Bakugou smiled, agitation fading. “TYou really have thought about this, huh?”
“I…told you that already…”
Bakugou sat back down on the bed, ripping open the box and grabbing one of the
condoms out. Throwing the box aside, he opened the wrapper and rolled the
condom on, hissing when he realized just how hard he was.
Sitting down between Todoroki’s legs again, he ran his hands down Todoroki’s
sides, leaving a trail of tiny sparks. Todoroki, even while shuddering at the
touch, was lucid enough to give a small laugh at the sight.
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” Todoroki breathed.
Bakugou pushed in, feeling intense heat all around him. While he knew he
wouldn’t be getting burned, it was still pretty obvious how hot Todoroki’s
quirk was making him. It would probably be really uncomfortable if not for the
hormones pounding through his veins, numbing Bakugou to everything except
carnal pleasure and making Todoroki his. His self-control was of mostly gone by
now; another growl rolled through his chest as he started moving in and out,
thrusting hard and fast.
“Bakugou, Baku—ah!”
Todoroki didn’t last long, but Bakugou didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He kept
pounding away, touching Todoroki, running his tongue across Todoroki’s warm
skin. Between growls were whispered breaths of words, Todoroki’s name. They
clung desperately to one another until Bakugou came.
At that point, Bakugou was the one trembling. His body shook with energy, eyes
distant and foggy. Todoroki lifted himself off of Bakugou before rolling the
condom off of him.
“I think the suppressants kicked in…I'm feeling better, but you’re in the
middle of a rut, aren’t you?” Bakugou didn’t say anything; the answer was
obvious. Todoroki tied the condom and threw it into a garbage can nearby,
staying beside his alpha. “This whole time, I haven’t been able to do anything
for you. Let me return the favour.”
Leaning down, Todoroki took Bakugou’s member, already half hard again, into his
mouth. Bakugou’s body immediately tensed, hips rocking so he could thrust into
Todoroki’s mouth. Todoroki steadied Bakugou’s hip with a free hand, keeping him
from getting too rowdy. Then he bobbed his head, taking more in as his jaw and
throat relaxed.
Bakugou wasn’t in a state of mind to just sit back and enjoy it though. When
moving his hips didn’t work, he grabbed handfuls of Todoroki’s hair and forced
his head forward, coaxing him deeper in. Todoroki choked a bit and pulled his
head back, only getting a short breath before he was forced back on.
But while Bakugou was strong, he was still unsteady. It wasn’t hard for
Todoroki to push his hands away now that he had his wits about him, so he
managed to hold both of Bakugou’s wrists with his one free hand, the other
still pushing back Bakugou’s thigh. The alpha could have escaped from this
flimsy hold easy enough, but it looked like he was letting himself be held
down, even if he struggled now and then.
“Todoroki..!”
Taking that as warning, Todoroki took his mouth off Bakugou just as the other
came. He was lucky to close his eyes before it got on his face, the sensation
warm and vaguely unpleasant.
Bakugou collapsed against the bed and Todoroki stood and felt about for
something to wash his face with. The room was silent save for Bakugou’s heavy
breaths, slowing ever so slightly as he calmed down. Todoroki managed to find
the tissue box in his room and wiped the cum off his face. Once he had his eyes
open, he was able to find his towel to clean the other various fluids off
himself and Bakugou.
Approaching the bed again, he found Bakugou still lying on his back, arm slung
over his face to hide his eyes. Todoroki started wiping at Bakugou’s body
without a word.
“Fuck. Sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Bakugou. I asked this of you.”
“I was rough.”
“I expected it, and I didn’t mind. I’m not fragile, you know.”
Bakugou lifted his arm, looking at Todoroki with clear eyes for the first time
since they had entered the dorm. Todoroki returned his look, then continued to
wash Bakugou’s body.
“Are you going back to class?” Todoroki asked, voice casual.
“Are you asking me to?”
Todoroki shook his head. “I’d like to you stay. We might as well skip, at this
rate.”
Bakugou smirked. “Didn’t know you had such a shit work ethic, Todoroki.”
“You won’t be able to say that if I take you down with me.”
They met eyes again, this time smiling. Bakugou reached a hand out to cup
Todoroki’s cheek. Todoroki let him.
“’Kay, I’ll stay.”
“Good.” Todoroki turned his head so his lips were pressed into Bakugou’s palm.
It was a simple gesture, but neither of them were inclined be very
affectionate. For now, it was enough to convey their feelings.
 
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