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Himeros Morismos

Bakukami week day 8: Free prompt @officialbakukamiweek Summary: Neither of them had come to UA looking for their soulmate, but the urge had been undenyable. Kaminari, someone who had thought he was a Beta until then, started experiencing heat symptoms and Bakugo, an alpha through and through, had his rut three months early over the weekend. When they pass out in class from fevers, Recovery Girl tells them they are soulmates, meant to be together and the only way to reduce the fever and help alleviate the pain they felt was to spend time together. Whether they wanted it or not, they were stuck with each other. Read on ao3 (where I have the line spacing properly done and better tagging) WARNING: 25K!!!!!! 25,000+ WORDS!!! Also Omegaverse and a metric fuck ton of cuddling

Bakugo Katsuki wasn't the kind of person you hoped was your fated one. Aside from his status as an Alpha, he was rather violent, loud, pushy, brash and downright rude all the time.

Kaminari, on the other hand, was almost the perfect image of an Omega. Happy, silly, carefree and most of all; cute. He wanted to be a hero, someone who could help make people happy and keep people safe. He couldn't understand why people assumed he couldn't, or when they thought he was an Omega or an Alpha because he hadn't ever presented. Which meant he was a Beta. Or so he'd believed, until his first day of school. It hadn't been much, just a brush of their hands on the way out of the classroom at the end of the last day of the first week. Dorm papers were due soon, and Kaminari had planned on requesting either Sero, Ojiro, or Kirishima while Bakugo was going to demand a single. As soon as their hands touched, their bodies began heating up. Scorchingly so, as if flames had erupted to consume the pair at such an action. The look on Bakugo's face was one of horror and hatred, while Kaminari was merely confused. Why did he react like that? Bakugo scoffed, going on his way home despite the blooming fever. The weekend which followed was one of torture and pain for the both of them. Kaminari, at least, spent his weekend buried in his bed, whimpering and crying through the pain as lightning rods absorbed all his extra energy. He was presenting as an omega his body adapting to the new role he'd been given. During the brief periods of respite, he would eat and talk with Altria; a friend who spent her weekend with him for the sole reason there needed to be an adult in the house. She helped him through the otherwise unbearable heat, even getting him supplies to help. Ice packs, suppressants, Alpha scented plush toys and other comfort items to assist him. Kaminari seriously doubted he would have made it through without her help. His body screamed and begged for an Alpha, and no matter how many Alpha scented toys he smelled or cuddled, nothing was right. They were all too sharp, harsh even. The scent he was looking for was sweeter, like burnt rubber from tire tracks. Intoxicating and addictive, but with a sweetness of caramel and blackened marshmallows. Unusual for an Alpha, yet it felt right to search it out. He didn't know why or who it belonged to, but he needed it like he needed to breathe. Bakugo, on the other hand, was indeed in hell. He knew what had happened, knew what it meant for the both of them. His parents were also Fated Ones and had explained the concept to him at a young age. The rut, two months early and only suppressible through aggression. He spent most of his time at the gym, sweaty and worked out the need to dominate on a punching bag. Of course, there were other Alphas around who were more than happy to spar with him at first, but having their asses thoroughly handed to them by a teenager time and time again had them avoiding him at all costs. This was the safe way to deal with a rut, and his quirk going crazy. Midoriya might have sparred with him if not for such instinct to kill being so deep-seated in the alpha. This wouldn't stop on account of school, and he knew it, so he wondered if Kirishima was ready to take a beating. After the usual forty-eight hours were up, the burning sensations had given way for a moment of respite. All he could hope was that being in close proximity to an Omega in pre-heat had triggered his rut incredibly early and that was why it was so persistent. He'd been snapping at his parents all weekend, and once his omega father caught a whiff of his rut, he'd immediately told his mother. She'd hounded him, even wrestled him down for a good twenty minutes before proving herself unwilling to relent. She asked him what had caused it, all the while letting him wrestle with her while his father continued to clear the area around them for safety purposes. Explosions had filled the room, kept to a minimum because even if he was in Rut, Bakugo wasn't stupid and didn't want to hurt his mother severely. It'd been good for him, even if he hadn't given up the information they wanted. It wasn't right, after all. He didn't have a Fated One, and his rut would go back to normal after the weekend, and he would never have to worry about a loser Omega ever again, or so he believed. He thought he'd never crave the scent of a thunderstorm upon the horizon, electric and singing through the air with rain and cactus fruit. And if it didn't die down, he'd threaten the bastard until he never wanted to see him again. Simple. Then return to Hero training. What could go wrong?

Along came Monday, and still, the burning did not cease for the two. They arrived at school and noted one another's appearance silently. Kaminari's disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, his tie still half undone and eyes unalert. Bakugo's bruised arms, his tired eyes and a tiny limp in his usual gait after banging his foot on the corner of their couch while wrestling with his mother. Even with the heavy suppressants, they were on since no scent came from either blonde, they were a mess. Neither could pay attention in class enough to be present, training was a wreck, and Kaminari ended up frying half his team in a moment of surprise. It fell into a routine throughout the next three days, of them coming in and out of focus during class. Bakugo, albeit weighed down by the heat, dealt with it far better in that he could keep from hurting others and keep his grades up. The dorm applications came and went, and Aizawa announced they would be moving in that weekend. So long as Bakugo didn't get put with Kaminari or Midoriya--He'd been informed the singles were rut and omega rooms only--he'd be fine. He could ignore anyone else. Well, maybe not Iida or IcyHot. One would get on his nerves too much, and he'd be liable to dye the other's hair in his stupid candy cane headed sleep.

It was during homeroom on the day before they were to move into the dorms when they began to feel dizzy. The heat addled their brains, Kaminari moreso than Bakugo, and thusly, he was the first to fall. He'd been swaying in his seat all day, and Kirishima had gotten worried. "You okay, man?" He asked as Aizawa had declared Homeroom a free study period, "You reek of distress." Kaminari attempted to turn around, face red and vision darkening, only to fall out of his chair to the left and knock his head on Jirou's desk on his way down. Those in the direct vicinity exclaimed in shock as he hit the floor, Aizawa getting up from his desk and heading over. "What happened?" He asked, kneeling as Kirishima and Sero got up, the whole class watching now. "I-I don't know sir!" Kirishima exclaimed, "H-He just. Just passed out!" The smell of distress permeated the air, battery acid leaving a sour taste in the mouth of the Alphas. "Alright. Bakugo," Aizawa decided, picking up the unconscious blonde, "You'll bring him to the nurse's office." Bakugo grumbled a response, getting up only to fall over similarly, his fever had consumed him for far too long and his body failing him. He didn't remember hitting the floor, nor could he feel the pressure of it as his body cried out in alarm. The voices came as no surprise either, with being unable to hear them or understand. He was being lifted into strong arms, and he felt extreme anger at seeing another Alpha carrying Kaminari before he fell into oblivion. Kaminari may have dropped first, but Bakugo fell harder.

Kaminari awoke in the nurse's office some two hours later, beds next to one another and the flame having been beaten back within. Kaminari looked around, the white tile all around an uncomfortable sight, yet nowhere near as bad as seeing Bakugo next to him, their hands brushing once more. Even odder, the sensation which bloomed from such contact. As if a cool winter breeze had blown in to settle the fire. He pulled his hand back with a yelp, and the fire returned in force. Kaminari groaned, pondering the possibilities of why. Why would his touch soothe him so? Tentatively, he reached out once more and touched his hand, a wave of blissful relief from the burning heat which had surrounded him coming. "Oh, you're awake." A feminine voice said, at the foot of the medical bed. Kaminari sat up shakily and looked towards her, knocking off the cold towel he hadn't noticed was on his forehead. "R-Recovery girl what happened?" Kaminari asked, refusing to move his hand away from Bakugo's. The heat hurt, dammit! "You both fainted. I'll save the explanation for when you're both awake; it saves time." She shrugged, getting up and making her way over to the blondes. "How're you feeling?" "I'm alright; I guess," Kaminari mumbled though the word didn't seem to fit his mindset. Confused, exhausted, worried. Those all seemed to fit. "Now, Kaminari. No one ever feels 'alright' after fainting. Please explain what happened. From the beginning of your fever to now." Kaminari sighed, looking over at Bakugo for a brief second and their touching hands. "Well, it started last Friday. Bakugo and I kind of. Brushed hands on our way out? And he looked freaked out? But that's when it got hot." He blushed, "And I guess, my heat started? I thought I was a Beta but not. I'm so confused..." "Dearie, you're taking to your late presenting rather well. How much contact have you and Bakugo had since then?" "None, that I can think of. Not physical." Recovery girl hummed, "What's the last thing you remember?" "Coming to school this morning." "Oh my. Kaminari, please remove your hand from Bakugo's." Hesitantly, Kaminari did so. The heat spread from his fingertips once more through his body, and it caused him to blush darkly. He knew his suppressants would keep him from smelling like an omega, so it'd been a shock when Kirishima had called him out on the scent. "And tell me, did your fever return?" Recovery girl asked, and Kaminari nodded. She walked in between them and sighed, shaking Bakugo lightly. In Kaminari's mind, it registered as the same thing as putting mentos in a coke bottle and shaking it. Never a good idea. With a groan, Bakugo opened his eyes and glared at the Beta woman. He wasn't happy, not in the slightest; his head was still fuzzy from the fever. "Glad to see you're awake, Bakugo," Recovery girl sighed, walking back to her chair. "Would you two like to know why you passed out in class today?" Kaminari nodded, and Bakugo covered his head with the blanket. Dealing with this shit was too much, considering he knew what exactly the reason was. He did not want to admit it, however. "It's because the two of you are Fated Ones. Congratulations." Kaminari blinked once, then twice, and then a third with a tilted head and red cheeks. The pain had subsided, yet the heat remained. "Fated Ones? What's that?" "Of course you're that kind of fucking idiot!" Bakugo growled, turning away from the other blonde. "Hey, it's not my fault! I never learned about it in school growing up, and my parents didn't either!" "It's in every shitty romance movie ever! How the fuck could you be that dense?!" Kaminari recoiled, gripping the blanket in his hand. Yeah, he knew he wasn't the smartest, but it didn't give Bakugo the right to pick on him like that. Why did he feel like crying about it? "How would you know it's in every romance movie if you haven't watched them all? Are you secretly a romantic or something...?" He meant it to come out snarkier than it did, but his emotions made it weaker. He watched as Bakugo threw the blankets off angrily, sitting up quickly only to have to hold his head in recoil at an oncoming headache and nausea. "Boys," Recovery girl interjected, once more bringing their attention to her, "As I was saying. You two are Fated Ones. Soulmates, if you will. The reason for your recent fever is due to your separation." At the stares from the blondes, one angry and the other confused, the woman explained further. "As soulmates, you two need to spend time together. Even platonic fated ones have to have thirty minutes to an hour of contact every other day, or else they will get sick. Seeing how Kaminari presented with this, it sent Bakugo into a false rut in sympathy." The growl she received was almost worse than that of a villain's, and it made Kaminari flinch thinking said noise had been directed at him. So it was his fault Bakugo was so angry all week. "Sympathy?! Fuck that! If he goes into heat, it's his fault for not taking suppressants!" "I thought I was a Beta!" Kaminari turned to him, feeling anger drag him under. "God you are a dumb blonde! Did you never think to get tested?" "If you're calling me dumb because I'm blonde, that makes you one too!" "What the hell did you call me?!" Cracking filled the room, and Recovery girl rolled her eyes. These two. "I'd appreciate it if you could both settle down and not destroy my office, or you'll both be suspended for three days." As soon as the words were said, the boys stopped and settled themselves, though Bakugo continued to glare at the Omega. "Thank you," The old woman smiled, "Now, as I was saying. From here on out, you'll have to make time for physical contact. Non-harmful contact, Bakugo. Otherwise, you will both become sick again. Extended distance from one another will end in hospitalization and with extreme cases, even death. But that only happens after around a year without contact. Either way, you'll need to spend time together." Bakugo was uncharacteristically silent, so Kaminari spoke up after the woman. "What... Kind of contact?" He cringed. If Bakugo was right and this situation had been in every movie he watched, then the answer would be less than safe for children. "Cuddling, holding hands, laying together. Another thing you can do, to prevent the fever from coming for a while is to give each other things covered in their scent." "So like," Kaminari bit his lip, glancing at the ash blonde, "I borrow his hoodie, and he borrows my blanket or something?" Bakugo glared at him with a snarl, the slight Alpha scent wafting off of him making Kaminari shrink back. He never used to react like this to Alphas, but his nose had also not been as sensitive. "Exactly like that, Kaminari. Something with their scent on it is more than enough; think of things an Alpha would donate to their omega's nest if it makes this any easier." Recovery girl said while writing some notes for them. "Wait- Is he gonna fucking nest?!" Bakugo said with a slight blush. Nesting was something Omegas did, typically while pregnant or in extreme distress. They built a little place out of soft things they loved, like blankets and shirts. Their Alpha would usually donate one or two items to the nest as a comfort for them, though not daring mess up the nest. Bakugo had seen exactly what happened if someone messed up an Omega's nest when he'd accidentally done it to Inko's back when he was a kid. Scared the shit out of him and Midoriya as well back then. "Y-Yeah, am I gonna nest?" Kaminari asked, the idea of him being pregnant or in such a state of distress that he would start doing such a thing too far out of the realm of possibility for him. Then again, he had made a pseudo nest back home, now that he thought about it. Nothing fancy, but it helped calm him after a stressful day of school and to soothe the heat. "It's possible. Omegas who soulmate present are more likely to do such things; it's calming and since it's a safe spot for them, it's ideal for contact time. However, if Kaminari does nest, and doesn't invite you into it, then it's dire you stay out." "Like hell, I'd go in willingly." "Even if I invited you?" "Why the fuck are you actually considering this as a possibility?!" A small whine emerged from Kaminari's throat, the air tinging with the scent of battery acid and ozone. Recovery girl had to put her foot down. "Both of you, stop it! Right now, your fevers are stable from the brief contact you've had but the stress will make it worse. So silence yourselves and pay attention or I will not be held accountable when you to end up sick!" They stopped and the tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife. "Good. Now, Bakugo, you do want this to be a platonic thing, yes?" "Of fucking course I do!" "And you, Kaminari?" "I mean. I've got nothing against it being romantic? If he wants it platonic, then I'm okay with it." "Then Bakugo, you're going to have to get over the natural possessiveness you'll feel over Kaminari. It's likely you've already experienced what I'm talking about but I'll explain nonetheless. You're going to feel threatened when he spends time with other Alphas, and you mustn't growl at them or tear Kaminari away." "Fine." "And Kaminari, you'll have to refrain from butting in on every part of Bakugo's life. He's allowed to have a life outside of you." "Well, duh." "Then, for your health, I'm going to have you two spend some contact time here for a while longer. I'll return to let you know when you two can go back to class. There will be no yelling or insults or physical harm: Do not make your situation worse or it will hinder your abilities to perform in hero training." The Beta left the room without another word, leaving the two in silence. They glanced at one another silently, their faces further pinkening. Neither of them wanted to make the first move, considering the implications. The clock ticked, marking their silence. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Seconds turned into a minute, and Bakugo broke. "Ugh, Fucking. C'mere." He reached over and grabbed the Omega by the back of his shirt, ignoring the yelp which came from the blonde and pulled him against himself. It was something he'd seen his parents do on a number of occasions, chest to back, and he realized why at that moment. As if rain poured down on a desert, the fever went down dramatically and Kaminari trilled, a noise he regretfully admitted was cute. However, this would only be platonic. A means to keep himself healthy. Nothing, absolutely nothing, not even fate itself would get in the way of him becoming the number one hero.

"So, who do you think you got for a dormmate?" Sero asked Bakugo Saturday morning. They'd run into one another on their way to UA since their bags had been sent the day before. Any last minute items they wanted they could get today or tomorrow. Bakugo wasn't particularly fond of the Beta since his scent of freshly zested oranges and fried garlic tended to be intense, which riled the Alpha into wanting to challenge him. The name Kaminari was on the tip of Bakugo's tongue, but he didn't say it. "I don't fucking care, this whole dorm thing is stupid." "Don't be like that, man!" Sero chuckled, "It's fun, and helps with teambuilding! We're living together so we can work better together." "Like I need it!" "You could use some cooperative skills," Sero shrugged, adjusting his backpack, "Anyway. I hope I get someone like Kaminari; he seems fun." A surge of jealousy made its way through Bakugo. How the fuck would Sero, an average Beta, know if Kaminari was 'fun'? And what the fuck did he mean by it anyway? Fun as in he'd be fun to get with or-- Bakugo stopped his train of thought before it could go any further. He had no right to be that way over something as minuscule as a comment. At times like this, he hated being an Alpha. "Then Kirishima." He finally gritted out, picking the person least likely to die while sharing a room with him. At least the hardhead could take his blasts. "So if all goes well, we'll be rooming with the sunshine kids of class A!" Bakugo didn't acknowledge such a statement with more than an eye-roll. Stupid extra. "By the way, why did you and Kaminari pass out in class the other day? You guys never told us." "Fuck off, soy sauce face!" "Jeez, you're definitely an Alpha. D'ya know if there's any Omegas in our class? I don't think there are, this is a hero school." In the world of heroes, there were only a small handful of omegas spread across the world. It was hard for them to compete in an Alpha's career. Most heroes were Alphas or Betas. Only one omega hero came to mind and that was Ragdoll of the Wild, Wild Pussycats. Omegas as heroes were often frowned upon or targeted, or even bullied into retiring early. An omega going to hero school was essentially setting themselves up for pretending to be a Beta or deal with the consequences. Bakugo could have outed Kaminari, it wouldn't have been hard to do and as an added bonus maybe Sero would drop the topic. But in doing so, he'd also be giving away a weakness of his own. Sero wasn't dumb, he could easily figure out the situation so if he wanted to weaken him, all he'd have to do is keep Kaminari away for long enough. Hell no. So he kept walking without a response, and Sero decided to keep the peace and walk in silence.

The dorm layout, in the simplest terms available, was assigned to keep things peaceful and bring about cooperation. Four rooms per floor, two on each side, and six floors. The top floor, with singles, had six rooms with three on each side. These were rooms for ruts and heats. One room could classify as a small apartment; with a bathroom, shower, fridge, tv, and room enough for a nest as well as the bed. On the guy's side, Iida and Midoriya shared room one on the second floor. Koda and Shinsou had room two, Ojirou and Shouji started floor three with a similarly numbered room, with Aoyama and Sato next to them in four. Sero and Kaminari shared room five on the fourth floor and Bakugo inhabited room six with Kirishima. Finally, Todoroki and Tokoyami had the fifth floor all to themselves. With the girls, the only unoccupied floor was three. Yaoyorozu and Tsuyu had room one on the second floor, Ashido and Jirou took up floor four in room five, which left Hagakure and Uraraka on floor five room eight. The faculty said the layout was meant to prevent potential couples from having easy access to one another, but Bakugo and Kaminari called bs. Otherwise, they would have been put on completely opposite floors instead of right next to each other. Moving in wasn't hard, per se, since all their things were already in their rooms. The only issue Kaminari had while moving in was deciding if he wanted to see Bakugo and risk Kirishima seeing them. Yesterday, they'd agreed to keep everything about their unwilling relationship under wraps, but with roommates, contact time tended to be a bit harder to come by without blowing their cover. Honestly, how did fate think they'd go well together? Bakugo's a brute! A rude, loudmouthed asshole of a brute! He needed to focus. Bonding with his roommate. Sero was a good guy, the most chill Beta Kaminari had ever met, so it shouldn't be too hard right? "So, Sero, dude, what do you like to do?" He asked, sitting down on his leopard print bed as Sero hung up his hammock. "Huh? Me?" "Yeah, you? My one and only roommate?" "Oh. Huh. Well, I'm pretty simple. Set me up with an indie band, some vegan snacks, and a good game and I'm set." "That it?" "Or a comic book. Man, I could read Spider-man all freaking day! He's so cool. I got a ton of my moves from reading his stuff!" "That's super cool!" "What about you?" Sero finally finished setting up his hammock and sat in it, rocking slightly. "Me? Ah, man. I like a lot of stuff! I like fashion, skateboarding, playing guitar-" "What about that?" The taller Beta pointed to a leather-bound sketchbook which laid on the open bedframe drawer of Kaminari's bed, imprinted with a tree of life on it. "Oh, that," Kaminari blushed, grabbing the book with his left hand and rubbing the back of his neck with his right, "It's my sketchbook. My mom used to have me draw when I got stupid and it's kind of become a hobby?" "Can I look through it?" "Sure, Sero." Sero took the book carefully and started flipping through it, eyes widening at what he saw. While only the first ten or so pages were full, it amazed him to see such things. Detailed pictures of the heroes they studied under every day, and landscapes. Oh, the landscapes. The one which really caught his eye was a black and gray drawing of an elephant with the planes of the savannah behind it. From the wrinkles of its skin to the big, black eyes, Sero wanted to run his fingers over it and see if the details translated to touchable texture. "Kaminari, this is so cool!" Sero handed him back the sketchbook, open to the picture of the elephant. "D-Do you want it?" the blonde asked with a blush. Sero nodded, and Kaminari tore out the page to hand to him. His art skill was the only good thing which came from his quirk, even if it was in a roundabout way. If the page ripped, Sero could fix it easily. How lucky, to never have to worry about ripping paper or things such as that. "You're so lucky, Sero. Your quirk lets you fix things." "Ya think so?" Sero chuckled, "It's not that great. Kinda basic, if you ask me." "What do you mean?" Kaminari handed the page to Sero, who used his quirk to tape it to the wall. "It's simple. Not flashy, and it makes long sleeves a pain. There's not a lot I can do in terms of combat. It isn't good for that stuff. I'm not good for much other than grabbing people and transporting them." "That's not true!" Kaminari protested, "Your quirk is awesome! Just wrap people up in your tape and they're done. It's the ultimate shutdown!" Sero smiled and laid down, grabbing his headphones from a nightstand. "Yeah, right. Whatever you say, Kaminari."

Things seemed to go well from there until Kaminari ran out of his scent suppressants and had to pick up more from Recovery Girl during lunch. Bakugo had been particularly standoffish that day, probably since it was a Monday and there was supposed to be a field trip on Wednesday. No excuse for being a jerk, however. As he walked down the hall, Kaminari noticed the staring all around him, could feel Alphas and Betas alike sniffing the air and he did his best to keep from accidentally quirking. All his life, he'd been an anxious kid and seeing the stares from schoolmates didn't help. His heat broke on Sunday, but he knew without his suppressants he would be weeded out as a target and explaining his Omega status was already something he didn't want to do. Not with how the press had been threatening to get into the school all day after catching wind of All Might's employment. All he needed to do was make it to Recovery Girl's office, pick up his meds, and get back without anything happening. "Hey!" He heard come from behind him, and he turned around to see Mina Ashido jogging up to him, "Kaminari!" Kaminari grinned, waving back to the girl. "Hey, Ashido! What's up?" "Not much! Ecto Plasm said I should walk with you on your way to Recovery Girl, but you ran off before I could catch up to you!" Kaminari would have felt irritated at the slight naturist implications of the act, seriously just because he was an Omega didn't mean he needed to be escorted, but Ashido seemed happy to be around him. "Ah, sorry. I wanted to get this over with." Kaminari shrugged, chuckling a bit awkwardly as Ashido fell into place beside him. Her scent was summer, like a freshly bust open watermelon and strawberry milkshake on the pier. With a hint of pink peppercorn, bitter and challenging but sweet in taste. "What'cha getting?" Her pink and black eyes melted him, and he couldn't help the happy laugh. Better to tell her now than let her figure out later. "I'm getting my scent suppressants from Recovery Girl," He resumed his walking towards the office, watching as Ashido sniffed the air slightly. "Oh, is that what I've been smelling all day? I thought you were a Beta, Kaminari." "I did too, until two weeks ago." He shrugged, "Wanna talk more about this over some food after school?" "Is this a date? Kami, honey, that's adorable!" "More like we're missing lunch right now but it could be~" Kaminari smirked, which caused Ashido to laugh hysterically. "Nah man, I've got the biggest crush on like half the girls in our class!" The girl whined, "But the only one who might be interested in girls is Jirou and she's already all over Yaomomo! My bi Poly heart can't take iiiitttt~!" And while Kaminari couldn't sympathize with her, he understood her plight and gave her a reassuring pat on the back. Things were turning out to be a good day after all.

Kaminari was very, very wrong. First, the media break into the campus to cause a riot and then, as soon as he and Ashido got their food after school, it started to thunderstorm so they ran back to school. And since Kaminari couldn't take his scent suppressants before they left, people started getting in their way. Asking if they were okay, what was wrong, and why is the Omega so distressed? With the combination of the rain, the lightning in the back, and the stress from being so crowded it was a wonder he didn't begin to get feverish then and there. He felt the separation begin to settle in, with the stress of keeping in his electricity while outside only making his situation worse by the second. Ashido grabbed his hand and they booked it through the crowds of people. The Alpha girl didn't seem to mind his zapping of her hand, coursing through and yelling at anyone who tried to stop her. 'Can you not see he is having a hard time?! Let us through!' She'd say, and Kaminari was thankful to be her friend. She made sure they got back safely, letting him go only to open the door since the doorknob was metal. "We're back-!" Ashido exclaimed, dragging the blonde Omega into the room with a grin. "Anyone got a towel?" "Ashido, Kaminari!" Yaoyorozu exclaimed, jumping up from her seat and walking over to the two and producing towels for them, "There you two are! Where were you?" "Sorry, Yaomomo," The pair said, Kaminari taking the towel carefully so as not to zap her. "We were just at the park. Sorry!" Ashido said, "We should have checked the forecast!" "Yes, you should have. Next time, please check before you go! Now both of you, please go and change." Kaminari didn't have to be told twice. His clothes were soaked through, and in his room were battery packs he could discharge into. But most of all, the fourth floor had relief from his budding fever. Sero didn't ask questions about why he was soaked nor did he watch as Kaminari changed, being respectful when it came to Omegas and their privacy. As well, ever respectful and too smart for his own good in terms of people, Sero tossed the blonde the only thing of Bakugo's that he'd stolen. A black skull hoodie which was even big on its owner, meaning Kaminari drowned in such a garment. "Thanks," Kaminari mumbled, not willing to have the conversation about fated ones with his roommate. He just needed cuddles; he needed them now. So he threw the hoodie on, taking a brief second to breathe in the scent of burnt marshmallows and rubber before slipping on shorts and exiting the room. He knocked carefully on the door of room number six, biting his lip and hoping Kirishima would be downstairs. He was greeted, however, by a smiling redhead who curiously raised an eyebrow. "Hey Kami, what's up? You need something?" "N-No. Well- Yes. Is Bakugo in there?" So far, they'd been able to have their contact time while Kirishima was out of the room. Usually doing laundry or out at the gym. Things didn't seem too good this time. "Yeah, he's just in the shower. You can come in and wait for him if you want?" Kirishima moved away from the door to allow the blonde in, who quickly scuttled in and situated himself on Bakugo's bed. It wasn't as good as being with Bakugo, but he knew better than to go in there while someone was showering. That would just be rude. Besides, Bakugo was the one who insisted any contact time would be in his room; stupid Alpha territorial instincts. "Thanks," Kaminari said, the stress from the recent events coming off of him in small shallow waves. "No problem. Hey, I got a question for you, man." Kirishima sat on his own bed, not realizing how his Alpha scent affected the omega in the room. Like a barbeque, with drips of honey glaze on smoked ribs. "Shoot, dude." "Are you an Omega? I mean, you and Bakugo have been spending a lot of time together and that's super manly of you but there's been lingering Omega scent everywhere all day and it's really strong right now!" Kaminari blinked, whining softly. He hadn't wanted to say much about it, but maybe because it was Kirishima, things would be okay and Bakugo wouldn't kill him. Roommates and all. "Yeah, dude. I'm an Omega." Kaminari watched as Kirishima blushed shyly, leaning back and looking away. "Oh. Then are you... Scenting Bakugo's stuff? He's gonna be pissed, ya know." "No, I'm fixing myself until he's out of the shower. I've had a shit day, and I need cuddles right now or I feel like I'm gonna burn up!" Kirishima awkwardly smiled, though it was lopsided and unsure. "I could cuddle you if it helps, man. Anything to help out my bro." Kaminari wanted to take him up on the offer, but he knew it wouldn't work. This wasn't like being cuddle frustrated, it felt all warm and hot from the inside out. "It won't work. I need Bakugo's cuddles. He may not look it, but he's kind of good at it? Nnn... 'Sides, he's my soulmate." Kirishima's eyes widened, leaning forward curiously like a puppy. His own parents were Fated Ones, so he'd heard about things with them. He'd always hoped to have a soulmate since only five percent of the population had them. "Really? Dude, that's so freaking manly! You two as soulmates? When did you guys find out? Who knows? How are you handling Bakugo? Is that why his side always kinda smells like an Omega? Are you two Romantic? Dang, you both are so lucky!" While Kaminari expected a small onslaught of questions, he hadn't quite expected those. "Uh... Yeah, we're soulmates. We found out the day before we moved into the... Err... The dorms. You and Sero know we're. Yeah. That. I think he does? And I'm on suppressants. We-" "We're platonic and that's not changing." A new voice came, gruff and irritated, "Kaminari, get the fuck off my bed. We had contact yesterday, you should be fine, so get the hell out." "That's so unmanly of you to do that to your-" "Shut it, stupid hair!" Kaminari whined in reaction to all the noise. He couldn't deal with the yelling. He needed relief. "Bakugo, I've had a crap day. Please? You'll only get a fever tomorrow if you don't!" Bakugo growled, which caused the other blonde to flinch. They both knew one's stress translated to the fever coming to the other quicker so it would be in both of their interest to spend time together now. "God," Bakugo grumbled, sitting down on his bed and dragging Kaminari up by the hoodie, "You're fucking insufferable. If I didn't need you to keep from getting sick I would have killed you as soon as I found out." Despite his words, Kaminari was pulled into a close, comfortable hold which made him purr softly. "Dude, that's no way to talk to your soulmate!" Kirishima protested, "He's had a bad day, you're supposed to comfort him, not put him down!" "Don't fucking tell me how to live my life! I'd gladly give you this dumbass loser but I'm fucking stuck with him!" Kaminari was used to the language by now, so he didn't react and focused instead on the coziness he felt in Bakugo's arms. Even if it was a placebo, he felt safe even if his life was being threatened. Bakugo wouldn't hurt him because it would hurt him as well. "He's an Omega, Bakugo! It's totally unmanly to threaten him!" "He's gotta be able to handle himself if he wants to stay in UA! There's no way in hell coddling him will help at all!" Kaminari blushed softly, his purring getting louder before he was pushed away, tearing a whine from his throat. "Okay, that's enough! It's getting weird so get out!" But Kaminari wasn't done. He reached out with a scowling pout and grabbed Bakugo's arm, staring at the explosive blonde and keeping him there. If Bakugo wanted to get away, he could do so very easily. Kaminari wasn't going to lose his own spark to Bakugo's explosions, so he had to fight back in the way he could without hurting anyone. They didn't usually talk during their contact time, which meant they still had a lot to figure out about each other but Kaminari knew enough to tear down Bakugo's walls temporarily. But Bakugo was still stronger, and they both knew he didn't need actual contact after the brief few minutes of time they spent. So Bakugo grabbed a throw blanket and shoved it into Kaminari's face, prying his arm away. "Get. Out." He growled, pushing Kaminari off of his bed. Kirishima helped Kaminari up and walked out with him, rubbing his back and sighing. "Dude, that's a bit messed up," Kirishima said, staring at the omega worriedly, "He's so mean, it's totally unmanly!" "He's got every right to be cocky though. He's insanely powerful." "That doesn't give him the right to be rude!" Kaminari shrugged. "Kiri, look at this." He held up the blanket, "Do you know what this is?" "It's a blanket." "Yeah, but it's a blanket he's been scenting for me. I don't think he'd do that if there weren't some kind of good intentions there. Yeah, his personality is shit. Really, really shitty. But he's also just really, really intense about being a hero." "I guess so, but I'll believe it when I see it."

On Wednesday, they had the field trip to the USJ. They would spend the majority of the afternoon focusing on rescues, which Kaminari was looking forward to. A lot of people in the class had quirks perfectly tailored to rescue missions and it would be fun to see how people like Bakugo worked with it. He, like everyone else, didn't know what laid in wait for them. When the villains struck, Kaminari's first thoughts were worrying about his friends and how he could help. Aizawa told him to attempt to contact the main campus using his communicator, only to completely fail. Scents were mixing, tensions were high and when they were separated, Kaminari wasn't sure they'd make it out. Of course, he had faith in the class and their teachers, but things were never that simple. But crisis situations tended to bring people together, right? Bakugo was another story. He was single-mindedly focused on taking down as many villains that came at him. Kirishima was beside him taking down just as many villains as he did. Kirishima had some respect for Bakugo, as a potential hero and fellow student. After the fight and seeing how well he can work under proper situations, Kirishima found himself with even more respect for his roommate. Bakugo didn't care so much about the other students; his priority was taking down the big boss and that would mean everyone else would be safe as a result. Including Kaminari. He hated that's where his thoughts went. He had no time for weaklings, nor for idiots like Kaminari. The idea crossed his mind once about the blonde because Kaminari is such a weakling he'll end up dead with all these villains. But fate had put them together, so Kaminari was going to have to be strong enough to survive. Otherwise, fate wouldn't put them together. He didn't need a mate; no one would bring him down. No one could. That's all Kaminari would do if he let him, so it would be better to keep him at a distance-- "Gah- Why the fuck am I thinking about this?! There are fuckers to murder!"

In the end, things could have gone worse for the class. Very minimal injuries all around, and even some praise for keeping as calm as they did under pressure from All Might. Bakugo wasn't going to admit how much that meant to him, not in a million years. From there, squads began forming all around them with people searching for others who were likeminded in their efforts where they could take comfort from such a traumatic event. They were teenagers, after all. Bakugo's group somehow ended up with people on his floor, with Jirou joining them on occasion. Reluctant friends, Sero would say. They put up with Bakugo's rudeness and in turn, he laughed at their antics. Everyone fell into place naturally. Kirishima was the person who hyped them up every morning and was a personal cheerleader for the group, always ready to bring energy to a dull day. Sero was their impulse control, reining them in before they could get themselves killed by pulling some stunt or prank. Ashido was the girl you went to if you needed the biggest confidence boost of your life, though she came up with many ideas which Sero needed to veto. Kaminari was the emotional center, with a smile and a willing ear for any kind of issue; he may not know the answer to your problem, but he knew how to get you to laugh at it or look at it from another angle so it didn't seem as bad. Then, in the middle of it all, was Bakugo. Their reluctant leader, bringing them higher than they had ever imagined. His passion for being a hero infected the other four, blooming pride whenever he genuinely laughed at their antics. He'd never admit to being friends with them, not in a million years, but the fact he yelled advice at them during the day was enough for the four to believe he did in fact, care. But, as anyone who ever had a friend group knows, keeping a secret in groups such as this wasn't easy. Kirishima attempted to make excuses for Kaminari and Bakugo to get away for their health, but his words were always brushed away by his middle school friend. So Kaminari made himself useful and started draping himself over everyone, which came naturally to him. He'd always been a cuddly person by nature. No one questioned when he leaned against Bakugo simply because he was there, because everyone assumed 'Oh, its just Kaminari being Kaminari.' Even if it was so much more. This wasn't the best for either of them, but it kept the fevers down even if Bakugo sometimes flipped the other blonde for getting in his personal space. "Hey, Bakugo?" Kaminari said one morning before class, on their way out to school, "Let's go to the arcade after school!" Kirishima and Bakugo looked at him with surprised faces, Bakugo shrugging in response. "Yeah, whatever. I'm gonna kick your electrical ass at all the games, so be warned." Kaminari practically beamed, running on ahead. Kirishima turned to Bakugo, grinning. "Hey, I thought you two weren't romantic! Super manly of you to go on a date with him!" "It's not a fucking date! Go fuck off and die, we're just going to the arcade! I'll kill you!!" It wasn't a date. No way. They were just hanging out and Bakugo was going to make sure of it. If Kaminari got any funny ideas, he'd beat the shit out of him until all of those ideas left his stupid head.

The arcade was hopping on a Friday, especially the one they'd picked to go to. Bakugo knew the games here inside and out, while Kaminari just had to pick them up. Voices and scents surrounded them, but it didn't matter. Kaminari had lost every game they'd played against each other, from racing games and dancing to music and high score based ones. "C'mon, one more!" Kaminari pleaded, "Just one more! You can even pick it!" Bakugo stared at the omega blandly. Why would he ever agree to it? Other than to kick his butt one more time, of course. "Fine," Bakugo growled, "You fucking idiot." "We'll see if I can win one yet!" Kaminari beamed, before Bakugo grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up by it, growling. "You fucking think I'm gonna lose, you shitty Pikachu knockoff?!" "Hey, I'm a Pichu knockoff; if you're gonna insult me, get it right!" Kaminari laughed in the face of Bakugo-based danger, and Bakugo felt his anger level rising by the second. Not only is this guy an idiot, but he's also an oblivious one. What the hell kind of messed up entity thought this guy would survive? "Whatever you wanna be, you're still a weakling! You'll never measure up to me!" "I'm happy to be my own person, thank you very much." Kaminari grinned like the idiot he was, which resulted in him being shaken back and forth by the explosive Alpha until his head hurt. "You wanna fucking go?!" "I-I gu-ghuess?" Kaminari found it hard to talk, and of course, people were staring at them and he could hear their comments of how 'boys these days are so violent' but couldn't think about them until Bakugo let him down. "Fine. Let's play some air hockey. Not even a fuck up like you can mess that up." "I think you overestimate my abilities, man." "And I think you talk too much, asswipe. Die." "I would, but you would kinda suffer then." "Like hell I would ever need a weakling like you to become a hero, dumbass!" Bakugo put the tokens into the machine for the hockey table, letting Kaminari assume the position at the other end. Air hockey was a sport which required utmost focus and high reflexes with only the tiniest bit of luck. It took no prisoners, tearing them down one after another until nothing but tears and a ruined friendship remained. If you happened to let go of the bumper or cover it and got hurt, then it was your fault. Bakugo set the puck down in the middle, turned on the air with a grin, and the game began. The first hit went to Kaminari, bouncing it off of the wall and flinging it towards Bakugo's goal, only to get blocked with a slam and going straight into the unassuming blonde's goal with a clang. "Point one, me." He grinned, watching the Omega pout as he reset the puck. "But the game's mine," Kaminari said, watching the Alpha and reading the room. It's what Omegas did best, after all. "Yeah right." Bakugo blocked the incoming puck and watched as it slid around, getting caught in a bounce between the sides. The red item clicked and clacked against the plastic before he hit it. With the angle he sent it at, Kaminari had to retreat to protect himself, but a lucky shot intervened and sent it flying into Bakugo's goal. "Point two, me," Kaminari smirked, irking Bakugo and lighting his competitive spirit. Up until now, things had been for fun; now it was serious. "You're gonna die, Sparky." The competition began in earnest, with the puck flying from one side to another in record time. Their focus was entirely on the red object, barely being contained within the limits of the table. Kaminari was lucky, but Bakugo had skill. He'd beaten all challenges every time he'd been challenged, and that wouldn't change today. No Omega would ever best him. The idea was silly, even as they attracted a small crowd which only fueled the fire. Every shot was blocked, curses were thrown about without intent and no points were scored. "You can do it!" Someone said, "Kick his Alpha ass!" "Fuck off and die!" Bakugo yelled, slamming the puck once more to the other end of the table. How long had this been going on? He could feel the bumper slipping from his grip with the generated sweat, and could see the static surrounding his opponent. This wouldn't do. No way. He needed to do something to distract Kaminari and surprise him long enough to get in a point. So he did what came to mind, quickly changing the hand which held the bumper in the split second of time he had when it traveled. The effect was immediate; the crowd gasped, roaring in surprise and Kaminari's eyes widened, which meant he didn't hit the puck at the correct angle and it went soaring off the table. Over the crowd it went, landing squarely in the wall. Everything quieted down, all eyes trained on the disk stuck in the drywall. One minute passed, letting everything sink in before a chuckle could be heard coming from the omega who'd sent it there. It spread slowly, one by one the joy from the stupidity caused laughs to come from all around. Bakugo couldn't even help the laughter he let loose from the action. "Only an idiot could get it to stick in the wall!" He'd say later, after they'd been banned from that arcade for the next month, watching as static rose from the other blonde and caused their hair to fluff. But for now, they laughed together at the tie with the crowd, enjoying the time away from school.

"You guys," Kirishima said one day, a Tuesday after school, "You realize how you look, yeah?" Kaminari looked up from his small pile of blankets in the corner, raising an eyebrow. Bakugo flipped off the redhead, ignoring whatever he had to say. "What do you mean, Kiri?" Kaminari asked, snuggling down into the mass of blankets he'd arranged. "I mean you two are making it hard to believe you're platonic. Kaminari, you've made a nest." Kirishima didn't enjoy talking to his this way, but he deemed it necessary. Two Alphas in the same room as an Omega with a nest wasn't good; especially if they did end up being romantic. Bakugo would only get violent as is nature and Kirishima would rise to the challenge. "It's just somewhere to spend time together since that's kind of a thing we need to do." Kaminari shrugged, glancing at the other Alpha in the room. Bakugo was playing a handheld video game, uncaring of the rather domestic friend he had. "Yeah, that makes sense, but you don't get it." "Don't get what?" The two said, Bakugo glancing up at him again. "A nest means Kaminari might be going into heat soon. A nest is where they spend that heat." Kirishima said, gaze flicking rapidly between the two. Omegas tended to make nests where they felt safe, and it was super manly that Kaminari felt safe with his Fated one and his friend, but the connotations which were implied with building such a thing were devastating. "I'm so sorry, man! I didn't- Ah shit." Kaminari swore, already taking apart the nest with a blush. Bakugo stared at him, raising an eyebrow before turning back to his game. Kaminari was smart enough to not spend his heat with an Alpha until he was bonded, all it took was Kirishima pointing it out. "It's alright, dude!" Kirishima attempted to protest, only for Kaminari to scoop up his stuff and bolt out of the room, face red. "That's... Not what I meant?" "Great, he's fucking embarrassed." "I just wanted to know if I should go somewhere for a while! The sports festival is coming up and that's probably what's messed up his schedule." Kirishima pouted, "It'd be totally unmanly of me to come in between you bros." "There's nothing to come in between, Shitty hair! He's just a fucking stepping stone, I'd drop him if I could!" Kirishima doubted it but decided to keep quiet for the sake of their peace. Sports Festival training came bright and early tomorrow, and he didn't want to have burns to worry about.

As training picked up, time together became sparse. Their mornings were spent in class, their afternoons consisted of training, and in their evenings their friends surrounded them and they had to go to sleep shortly after dinner. What the pair didn't notice, by the odd combination of exhaustion and sleep deprivation, was that it took longer for them to begin fevering. From the beginning of the year when only two to three days without meaningful contact not accounting for stress would result in their fevers beginning, now was a different story. For a week they were separated, touching only during sparring matches, and the first touches of fever came upon the two. Kaminari fell during class, brain addled by the swarm of burning fever spreading throughout his body. Anything cold relieved it, from the breeze to the cool wall, yet he said nothing. Aizawa told Jirou, a Beta, to bring Kaminari to the nurse's office. Like he knew what happened. All things considered, it's likely he did. "Kaminari, you're burning up," Jirou hissed, helping to support his weight while they walked through the halls, "And you reek, seriously." Everywhere around them, Kaminari could smell the overbearing scent of Alpha, Alpha, Alpha. Tangy woods and incense, strong and musky. It surrounded him, but over every one of them, he could smell the lingering sweetness. He'd recognized it as Bakugo's this time, a byproduct of his quirk mixing with his scent, and he wanted to roll in it. To let it wash over him and overcome every other smell around them, including his own. What was he thinking?! "Holy crap- Kaminari, are you an omega?!" Jirou asked with a hiss, glaring at him. Kaminari only nodded weakly. "You're so stupid!" "Wh... Wheeyyyy..." He couldn't help but make the noise which never failed to make her laugh, even if it fit his weakened state. The classrooms they passed could probably smell him, so they needed to make it quick. "Pffft- Kaminari, don't make me drop you! We're gonna get you to the nurse's office." It wasn't far, not incredibly so. A few minute's walks at most. But the stairs were the biggest hurdle. "T-Talk to me?" Kaminari asked, and Jirou rolled her eyes, obliging the Omega this one time. "Fine. You know Yaomomo? She's really pretty, isn't she? I just. Feel drawn to her. If this sports festival doesn't go well for her, it might break her. I know I'm screwed, but she... She has so much potential. I've got no chance with someone like that." Her blush could be felt through his clothes, with his arm draped over her shoulder, "I mean seriously! How can someone be so perfect?! It's not fair to us lesbians out there!" Kaminari wondered if it was just the idea that the whole class was possibly into members of the same gender and nature, or if it was just his friends. Beta couples were considered taboo if the parties were of the same gender, which was supposedly for breeding purposes. If they couldn't breed, it wasn't right in the eyes of the world, unfortunately. Things had become better in recent years, but only marginally. The exception to the rule, mostly, would be considered Fated Ones. Things were different for Betas, they didn't get the fevers Alpha/Omega pairings did; in fact, no physical signs were prominent in Beta Fated ones at all. Jirou continued her talking, mumbling, and ranting. "I bet she has someone already. She's rich, beautiful, kind, caring, sweet, she's smart and she's got this cute little smile when someone uses something she made. She stays up all night looking for good compounds to be more useful- Oh, we're here." Kaminari hadn't noticed either, but there they stood in front of Recovery Girl's office. The sign said Recovery Girl wasn't in at the moment but would return shortly. Jirou helped him in and set him down on a bed, sitting across from him and crossing her legs with a blush. "Kaminari?" "Wheey?" "If you ever speak a word of this to anyone, I'll never forgive you." A wave of heat washed over the omega, stinging and burning him. He whimpered, his scent filling the room and making the girl cover her nose. "Ugh, you're definitely going into heat. No wonder you've been so useless recently." Kaminari gripped the blanket on the bed, shaking as the wave passed. It hurt, physically hurt. He knew he'd start leaking soon if he didn't get a suppressant and going into full heat in school was a big no. "Oh, welcome back." Recovery girl said upon her swift return, "I see you're going into heat, dearie." "C-Can I get a su... Suppressant...?" The need to find an Alpha, any Alpha- His Alpha- Was slowly consuming him. Recovery girl nodded, opening a drawer and grabbing a sterilized needle before filling it with liquid from a bottle in the cabinet below. "This is going to hurt a little bit. Jirou, please stay here and escort Kaminari to one of the protective rooms located on floor six of your dormitory immediately afterward." "Yes, ma'am." She sterilized his arm, and the contact made him whine. He just wanted to go home, grab an Alpha and curl up. The shot felt like Todoroki's ice, sending a spire straight into his arm and through his veins. Cold fire. His fever began lowering, and Jirou hauled him up. Time to go.

Bakugo hated this. Of course, Kaminari had gone into heat before they'd been able to have some contact time. He was forced to barge into Sero and Kaminari's room, ignoring the indignant squawk from Sero, and search for something - Anything at all - to calm this down. A hoodie, a blanket, anything that had been covered in Kaminari's scent to chill his fevered body. He needed to be in top shape for the Sports Festival, which was only a week away. If he couldn't find something here, he'd have to go into the heat room for contact before the festival, which was not something he had plans to do. Instinct was something he'd never wanted to ignore, far from it, but he'd never mark up Kaminari if he had his way. Even so, he couldn't deny the Omega had his charms. Silly and playful, he knew how to help someone de-stress. "Dude!!" Sero yelled, snapping Bakugo out of his searching, "If you're looking for Kaminari's stuff, it's all in the wash! It reeked of his heat-" Bakugo growled, his hands twitching with the urgent need to blow Sero to smithereens. How was this guy smart enough to know when Kaminari needed help, but dumb enough to wash the things which would help him most? "O-Oh- Right!" Sero put his palm to his forehead, groaning. "You're Kaminari's- Right. Okay, I'll be right back. Stay here Bakugo!" Bakugo watched as Sero got up and ran out of the room, obviously going to Kaminari's heat room. What he planned on doing, Bakugo didn't know and that pissed him off. Who the hell was Sero to go into an Omega's heat room? Going into a heat room was reserved only for a mate and close family. No one else got to see them in such a vulnerable state. Often times, the Alpha of the house would sit outside the room for their protection and comfort. Bakugo assumed that's what happened in this case. He should be training, should be stretching and fighting Kirishima until both of them were bruised and exhausted. He had decided to take the time to spend with Kaminari so he could get his own calmness, only to find out Kaminari had gone into heat. Well, so much for that secret. "This had better be fucking good," He grumbled, "Or someone's gonna die." He caught a small whiff of Kaminari's scent in the room, now it lacked Sero's presence. Glancing around, he located the source as a box at the foot of the bed and got up to open it. Inside, he found plushies of various animals, but the most well-loved was a slightly ratty stuffed hedgehog. It was torn in many places, it's original color unknown. Possibly, it was once a tan, but it looked gray and dingy. Bakugo's hand glided over the fabric, feeling the frayed edges. Something had to be done about it. His first thought was to throw it away, but it was obvious how much care had gone into preserving the creature. Sloppy stitchwork held it together at the neck and its tiny tail. It might have been Kaminari's testing doll, he reasoned. He still had his at his house, as embarrassing as that thought was. A testing doll was a toy given to a child and told to take care of. The easiest way to see what nature someone would present as was to give them a toy, often a baby doll but some parents used soft plushies, and see how they cared for it. Alphas, like himself, carried the toy everywhere with them and protected it fiercely. He had a specific memory of putting his toy down to fight some older kids who had teased his friends and nearly sending one to the hospital when they tried to take his toy. Betas would often throw the toy around and discard it, tearing it or messing it up as most children often do. It never lasted. Omegas treated theirs like actual babies, and he'd seen one or two of kids from his childhood with their dolls. They pretended to feed the toy, to wash it, rock it to sleep and even made makeshift nests for it to 'sleep' in. If this toy was Kaminari's testing doll, then it would have been obvious of his status from the beginning. Bakugo knew what he had to do. He took a whiff of it, breathing in the scent and then shoved it into his bag, right before Sero reentered. "Bakugo, Bakugo! Good news!" He said, and Bakugo was right. Sero reeked of Omega heat, but his face wasn't blushing enough to have done or seen anything obscene. "And what the fuck is that?" "Ya know, you could stand to be a bit nicer. Kaminari's in a big down period until the suppressants Recovery Girl gave him wears off. He's heading down here in a few minutes!" Bakugo knew Sero was a bit of a dumbass, he somehow just attracted them like magnets, but despite being a mediator within their group he had very little situational awareness. "Oh, you're speechless. I know, I'm pretty cool, but I'll be back! I gotta get some food for Kaminari since he hasn't eaten since breakfast. So stay put and wait for Kaminari." As if Bakugo had to listen to him. But Kaminari's scent of stormy air, thunderstorms and cactus fruit filled the room in no time, and the blonde appeared with a yawn in the doorway. He wasn't wearing much, which wasn't the issue at hand. What was, in fact, the issue, was that Kaminari looked too good in Bakugo's shirt. It hung off his shoulders and fell around his thighs, which were very, very bare. His blonde hair fell in front of his face, the lightning bolt masking the tired yellow eyes. "Hi..." Kaminari said with a meek little voice, cheeks pink as he stepped towards Bakugo, who merely sat there, stunned. Holy shit. He smelled so good, which only got better the closer he came. From pure energy came a domesticity he hadn't expected, the scent of hot chocolate, like a warm blanket which made him want to pin him down and hide him away. The Omega seemed on the same track, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. "C'mon, you never smelled an Omega in heat before? Here I was, thinking you could handle anything." Bakugo twitched at the obvious challenge and sat down on the mattress, growling and pulling the blonde against him. Kaminari trilled, pulling his legs up towards his chest and nuzzling him. The hand which wasn't holding his went to cling to the uniform shirt and Bakugo had to look away. The fever was dying down for both of them, filling Bakugo with an energy he didn't have before. Every second in that furnace sapped his energy away, leaving him drained and tired. Kaminari, with his electric quirk and status as his fated one, was the medicine for just such an ailment. It would be better if Bakugo kept his mouth shut. The silence of the room save for their breathing was nice, and one hand rested itself against Kaminari's calf as the other supported his back. Bakugo leaned back against the wall and listened. Just listened to their breathing and appreciated the warmth against him while ignoring the pounding of his chest. If he'd looked, he'd see Kaminari's eyes drooping more and more with each passing second. He'd see flushed cheeks and light scarring over his legs and hands, which Kaminari couldn't feel the touch on. He'd get to watch Kaminari fall asleep, safe in his arms as he fell into slumber himself.

Bakugo was livid. No, livid wasn't the right word nor phrasing. He was wroth with indignation, murderous seething. If someone dared to approach the Alpha, especially after his false victory against Todoroki, they'd likely end up dead. Kaminari risked it. He'd been in the medical room until Midnight's quirk wore off, he'd waited and watched in abject horror as they strapped Bakugo down and into that thing to hold his hands safely. Bakugo had a tendency to be violent, yes, but nothing which deserved that treatment. So after the festival ended and the medals awarded, Bakugo sat in the ready room with that stupid metal in his mouth and a growl upon his lips. Midnight stood in the room, watching him with the key to his restraints, and her gaze only wavered when Kaminari tentatively opened the door. "Kaminari, you should be with the rest of your class," The woman said, looking back to Bakugo who snarled at Kaminari and her, "He's in a rage, he will kill you." "I'm not that worried, Ma'am." Kaminari shrugged, "Katsuki knows better than to hurt me." It was the first time he'd ever said Bakugo's first name, but it felt right to say. "As wonderful and innocent as you are, you're sorely mistaken." She insisted, "Leave or I will be forced to remove you." "Please, miss Midnight! Just five minutes. Five minutes and I'll leave? He's my soulmate-!" He knew playing that card was dirty and underhanded, but the need to calm down Bakugo came before that moral. He watched as Midnight's eyes widened familiarly, obviously holding back a squeal about young love or something or other entirely false. "Five minutes, dear. If he attempts to hurt you, he's going back under, understand?" Kaminari beamed, walking over to Bakugo and sitting across from the thrashing boy, reaching up to pat his head gently. He took a foot to his gut and coughed, yet pressed on and carefully carded his fingers through Bakugo's hair. Bakugo stilled, eyes trained on Kaminari as a fierce growl came again, but Kaminari smiled in the face of it and pet him carefully. He'd seen couples stroke their Alpha's shoulders to help calm them and rein them in, but he'd always wondered if petting did the same. If anything, it let Bakugo become accustomed to his touch without putting himself in harm's way. "Hey, Bakugo." He whispered, "I know you're pissed; What Todoroki did was completely unfair to you. But you'd beat him either way, yeah? You're the best. You looked so cool out there, it's undeniable that you're the champion." Bakugo's growl weakened, though his rage remained. Everything Kaminari was doing, from the light touches and running his fingers through his hair to the words he said, he felt praised and like he'd done something amazing. Even if he hadn't. This wasn't a good fight, he'd won but it felt hollow. "Go home and die," He ordered, muffled from the ribbon in his mouth. He grit his teeth and watched the omega flinch and force himself to disobey. It reminded him that this omega in front of him had been a beta not long ago, unhinged by alpha voices. "Not unless you're going home with me, okay?" Kaminari grinned and chuckled softly, the tail ends of his heat scent still clinging to him. Bakugo turned his head, pressing his face against the palm of the other's hand and breathed in deeply. His head was clearing, the air felt less tense and stuffy. The second he sees Todoroki next, they know it'll be gone again, but the thought was pressed to the back of their minds. "You're a fucking idiot," Bakugo mumbled, the medal hitting his chest as he pulled his foot back, which had been keeping Kaminari at a distance. "I know, but I'm your idiot. And you're my Alpha, like it or not, hero." This time, they heard Midnight's squeal over their affections. They both understood how useless it'd be to explain to Midnight of all people that they were strictly platonic, but they'd try nonetheless as she unlocked Bakugo's restraints. They walked out to the front gates, and the guards outside his room flinched as soon as Kaminari walked out. Bakugo almost asked what the hell he'd done to make pros flinch like that, but let silence fall. Freedom was something you didn't know how much you appreciated until it was taken away. He set off a few practice explosions in his hand, lowgrade and more of firecrackers, but it proved to him he'd be alright to use his quirk if need be. Like to kick the shit out of the half and half bastard when they got back. He'd need his hands too, for punches and throws. But mostly, he needed them right now to hold Kaminari's.

Shopping wasn't Bakugo's favorite thing to do. In fact, he hated it. Hated the hustle and bustle of the mall, hated the way every clothes store advertised things which would make even Midnight embarrassed and the worst part was the kids. Loud, bratty kids yelling and running around. They were too young to take scent suppressants like most of the Alpha and Omega population, so their childish scents often set off omegas into wanting kids regardless of age. Going with Kaminari was, blissfully, an exception to the last note. Having spent so long as a Beta before presenting, Kaminari was less affected by those urges outside of his cycle. Normally. But this wasn't a normal day, oh no. It was the day Kaminari had his first menstruation cycle. Omega's menstruation cycles didn't include bleeding, thankfully, but all the symptoms were shared. The cramping, the bloating and acne, the sugar craving, the hormonal arousal while simultaneously not wanting to be touched. And of course, the mood swings. Kaminari knew how to keep those to a minimum, yet it still irked them both. They'd gone out to the mall with the explicit intent of buying items to exchange for the duration of the internship. Neither of them wanted to be dragging on during that time, so it needed to happen. "Bakugo," Kaminari said while holding up possibly the stupidest blanket Bakugo had ever seen, since it was made of denim, "How about this? You decided on Best Jeanist, right?" "Fuck off, that's so stupid!" "So do you want something soft?" Kaminari asked, "Since we decided on blankets." "I don't fucking know, go pick something." Bakugo watched Kaminari fold the denim blanket up again before he ran off, which made him roll his eyes. He knew what he'd be getting Kaminari, especially since the omega had been having issues falling asleep. Something about cramps. This store, which had a plethora of blankets which could even be customized to a degree, had a section just for electric blankets. He'd ordered one online, in black, which could both heat itself up and cool itself down based on what someone set it to. Such a great thing, technology. And it was soft, or so he'd been told, so it would be good for cuddling, even though the word left a bad taste in his mouth. He walked to the register and asked for his purchase, which had been shipped to the store. They had to scent the blankets to hell within the next forty-eight hours, so Kaminari had to finish picking something out and soon. Kaminari had the same thoughts, roaming through the aisles and feeling over every single blanket. He needed to get the perfect one for Bakugo, something he'd actually want to use without his scent on it, yet made better by it. With all the different fabrics, of cotton comforters and soft furs or silky satins, he knew what he wanted for Bakugo. Fur. Everything about Bakugo screamed he'd need a fur blanket. Something smooth and soft, which he could press his face into while being non-flammable. Kaminari had one at his house made of otter faux fur, which was smooth and matted down yet still soft enough to warrant his curling up on it. But this was Bakugo he was buying it for. And then he saw, right in the back, a blood red silk blanket with a cream fur binding and underside. There were what looked like dark red scorch marks on the red of it, covering black twisted tree-like figures and blending them together. Kaminari noticed the sign said reassembly. Blankets which were destroyed or damaged being assembled together for resale, though this clearly didn't belong there based on the quality of the silk. Perfect. He picked it up and felt it's weight, at least fifteen to twenty pounds, and noticed it'd been filled with beading in little pockets. An anxiety blanket. "Bakugo might hate me for this, but it's worth it," Kaminari said to himself, walking towards the register with his prize in hand. He couldn't smell Bakugo anywhere, so he assumed the other teen had decided to wait outside for him. The woman at the register raised her eyebrows at his pick, asking if he really wanted that blanket. "Yes, I do, ma'am." Kaminari beamed. "Are you sure? It's expensive." "I don't care about the price, it's worth it." The woman sighed and rung him up, making Kaminari blink twice at the total. Only just over twelve thousand seven hundred yen? In American dollars, that would be a hundred and twelve dollars. Wasn't as expensive as he expected it to be, considering the fabric it was made of. The woman's eyes widened in shock as he handed her his card to pay for the item, humming a little tune to himself. She bagged it, double bagged it even in a fabric bag and handed it to him. Before leaving, he turned to the woman and smirked. "Ya know, you should charge more for a mash-up of not one, but two M.B. fabric blankets. Have a nice day!" He could see the light leave her eyes and returned to Bakugo who had, indeed, decided to wait outside for him. "What took you so fucking long?" Bakugo sneered. "Sorry, it was heavy! And it took a while to find the right thing. Mind if we get something to eat here? I'll pay!" Bakugo shrugged, the sneer leaving his face. "Whatever. Let's just go get some ice cream or something." They decided on frozen yogurt and ate in the cafeteria of the mall. Booths in the corner of the rooms were amazing, truly. No one recognized them from the sports festival. Kaminari had gotten cotton candy flavor with blueberries, chocolate and caramel drizzle, and pop rocks. Bakugo got the only spicy flavor they had, the weekly special of hot pepper, and chocolate drizzle on top of his red treat. Mostly they ate in silence until Kaminari noticed Bakugo had some of the frozen desserts on the corner of his lip. So, like any normal human being, he reached over and wiped it away with his thumb, earning a growl from the other and a grip on his wrist. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He hissed, red eyes flaming in indignation. "You had some on your cheek, that's all!" Kaminari smiled, "Thought I'd help." Bakugo let him go with a huff and a wave, so Kaminari considered himself lucky. Then, like an idiot, he licked the bit on his thumb to clean it and the spice overtook his mouth in an instant as tears came to his eyes from the burning. He quickly scooped up his own dessert and ate quickly, attempting to wash the sensation down and away but only succeeding in spreading it throughout his mouth and giving him a horrible brain freeze. Bakugo chuckled at the sight; Kaminari had pink and blue frozen yogurt all over his lips and cheeks, smeared with brown and tan. His hands clutched his head, hissing and crying over the heat. Honestly, it was funny. The chuckle turned into a snicker, then to a roaring laugh at his misery. The electrical idiot deserved it, and he told him as such. Of course, he could hand him the milk he'd also gotten to relieve one of his issues, but he enjoyed watching him suffer for a while. When else would he get this chance? When Kaminari started crying in earnest, shoulders shaking and chest heaving slightly, Bakugo passed him the drink. Kaminari downed it almost instantly, finally getting some relief from the heat. It didn't help the brain freeze, but it was a start. Somehow, the day carried on and on. From the cafeteria, they walked around the mall once more and Bakugo got to watch Kaminari try on some new summer pajamas for the upcoming season. They laughed at stupid, tacky home decor in shops and they stopped at the arcade in the mall with the promise of not playing air hockey for the safety of the walls. Before they knew it, the hours had passed by and the sun had started sinking upon the horizon. At some point, it stopped being a 'run in, run out and get ready' day, changing to something where they could hang out. It became more about spending time together because they wanted to, not because they had to. They rarely touched, but knowing the other was right there next to them was enough. It pleased Bakugo's inner Alpha to watch Kaminari having such a fun time, despite the cramps which came from the sugary treats, and it pleased Kaminari's inner Omega, even more, to watch Bakugo being content in his presence. On this day, something shifted in the two, though they would not yet realize how important it was for some time.

"You need to pay fucking attention!" Bakugo yelled, using the textbook to hit the back of the omega's head, "Or there's no way in hell you'll pass the practical final!" "I know, I know!" Kaminari said, "I'm trying my best here, dang it!" "Your dumb ass will be lucky to pass at this rate." Bakugo growled, "Now do it again, using the formula I just taught you, and you'll be fine!" "Okay, okay!" Kaminari had the lowest grades in class, though it wasn't a huge margin. He often got b minus's or c's in everything except math, which he failed every time, English and Modern or Classic lit which were the only classes he had perfect scores in. It wasn't enough, however, in comparison to the top of his class, who almost always got perfect one hundreds plus extra credit work for finishing early and explanations, it was appallingly bad. He needed to pass this test with flying colors, because he wanted to go to the training camp and if he failed the practical his anxiety would get the better of him for the physical. Problems of being in class A, he assumed. He couldn't focus, tapping against the table to work through the problem in front of him. Some stupidly complicated calculus stuff, or so he assumed. Written questions, /words/ he could understand. Math had always, always been a struggle for him. They never clicked in his head, and he often had to count on his fingers. He'd been diagnosed with the equivalent of number dyslexia some four years ago, but it still bothered him. Dyscalculia. Such a weird word. And he didn't know how to tell Bakugo about it since the Alpha was so set in his ways he would have no chance of budging. How did he even try breaching that concept? "Why the fuck are you taking so long?" Bakugo growled, slamming his English textbook shut. "Because it doesn't make sense, okay?!" Kaminari yelled right back at him, his scent flaring. He'd spent all day here since he woke up, even though Kirishima left for this session because of privacy reasons, until now and it was Sunday. He'd been there yesterday and the day before after school, too. None of the math made sense! "I just explained this to you, fucker!" "It's not my fault, okay!?" "And how the fuck is it not?!" "Because I have number dyslexia! It doesn't make sense!" Kaminari's stress finally boiled over, and tears came to his eyes. Words made sense to him, even if it was math in a word problem, it came easier to him. Bakugo didn't say anything, grabbing the mock test he'd given Kaminari to work through and looking it over. Everything was written out correctly, so it should be simple for someone to make it through, he thought. Now it made sense why Kaminari always bombed math tests. "Give me ten minutes, Sparky." Bakugo grabbed one of his pillows and shoved it in Kaminari's face, letting him cuddle that for a while whilst he worked. Bakugo grabbed two pieces of paper and started writing. He'd noticed from helping him since the beginning of the year that things worked better if plainly laid out for Kaminari. On one page, he wrote out the questions again in word form as best he could, listening to the Omega sniffle in the background. He'd need to wash that pillow. On the other page, he wrote out the formula and how to work through the problems so Kaminari wouldn't have to rely on his memory. Of course, it wouldn't work for the test, but if he could let Ectoplasm know about it maybe Kaminari would be given a test better suited for him. He'd seen Kaminari be really smart, in hero studies and with his school life; things sometimes had to be laid out plainly for him, that's all. He had the potential to be really smart, for fuck's sake he'd seen Kaminari read the Epic of Gilgamesh and the entire works of Shakespeare in old English without needing to translate anything. Anyone who could read those things without needing it to be put into their first language for them had to be some kind of intelligent. In ten minutes, not a second longer, Bakugo handed the worksheets to the sniffling Omega. "Here. Try these, idiot." Kaminari looked at the pages and his eyes widened, his scent filling the room of cactus fruit again with a hint of vanilla. Bakugo had a very happy Omega on his hands, and something within him preened that he'd been able to turn him from crying to smiling in a short amount of time. Kaminari did much better on this test, smiling and enjoying going through the questions with a trill. An Alpha, his Alpha, had gone out of his way to help him. It made his face flush with happiness, a new warmth spreading throughout his body. Not a fever, nor stress or heat, but it made him giddy and embarrassed. Bakugo graded the paper and Kaminari asked if they could take a break for a while, crawling over to where the Alpha sat. They didn't need to have contact, but it felt nice even without a fever. Bakugo let Kaminari crawl in between his legs and snuggle himself against his chest, and one of his arms went to wrap around the omega instinctively as he went to a different textbook. This had become Kaminari's new favorite thing to do; randomly cuddle up to him whenever they were in the vicinity of one another and listen to his heart. Something about it making him feel safe and cared for or whatever. Kaminari pawed at his chest, imitating a cat's kneading motion as if he demanded the Alpha's undivided attention. Bakugo felt his face heating, his hands twitched and he lost focus in his reading. This wasn't good. He knew the black-streaked blonde would quickly fall asleep if given the chance, and all opportunity to study would be lost for the idiot. "Fuck it," Bakugo swore under his breath, closing the textbook and leaning back against the side of his bed. At the moment, the Omega in his arms was more important. He knew he'd ace both the practical and the physical, whatever it may be. He let his newly freed hand reach up to Kaminari's head and stroked his hair, listening to the soft purr he earned in response. He was in too deep if the Omega could manipulate him so easily. Kaminari glanced up at Bakugo, a feeling similar to butterflies filling his stomach. The Alpha had listened to him? Really? Happiness even bigger than before filled him, overwhelming joy expressed in his smile. Bakugo, the Alpha of all Alphas, really listened to him. Not even his own family did that. He realized what the feeling was, remembering something Jirou had mentioned about Yaoyorozu. 'She makes me feel butterflies, Kami! Butterflies! Ugh, it's so gross. I love her. I hate her. She is too good for me and I do not deserve to be in her presence!' Shit. He'd fallen in love with Bakugo. That's why, at the mall, he'd been okay with doing whatever the Alpha wanted to do during the day. It's why he felt happier knowing Bakugo was happy. Shit. Fuck. This was bad. But he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to, which he most certainly did not. Because Bakugo seemed fine with him there and hadn't pushed him away. To squander this opportunity despite its frequency would be idiotic, even for him. They had to keep this platonic. For their respective futures as heroes, they really shouldn't be doing this. Kaminari really shouldn't be pondering the idea of what a future would look like for them as partners. Should not be imagining a first date or a wedding and he definitely should not be thinking about how he wouldn't mind being pregnant if it was Bakugo's. Wait, they'd kind of already been on their first date, hadn't they? Would it have counted as a date? Kaminari hadn't intended going to the arcade that day as a date, more of an excuse to have fun with someone who he cared about, but it could be interpreted as such. And with the blankets from the internships on one another's beds, with the electric blanket being a rather large part of the makeshift nest there, that could be seen as part of their second date. Had they been dating all along without even realizing it?! Was this a study date? Kaminari's mind was reeling, but the hand stroking his head and playing with his hair slowly brought him back down to earth. His eyes started drooping, deciding to put the topic away for a while and go limp, clinging to the Alpha and breathing in the scent of burnt rubber and marshmallows. This, this had been what he craved for so long. Bakugo had fallen, fallen hard. Looking back, he figured out exactly when he started to open up to Kaminari. It had been back when the omega had gone into heat and fallen asleep against his chest. Everything had been good in their little world. Until Kirishima came in and woken them up, and Bakugo was still pissed about that. The Omega had too much power over him; if he so much as asked, Bakugo would do almost anything. Such a control was terrifying to most. How could one person be so precious that you'd do anything to see them happy? His mother told him, when he and his Fated One spent time together, it was more precious than any bond in the world. People in the past killed over such a thing, now Bakugo saw why. The smile and happiness of his omega became the biggest priority, and his protection came above his own. That's part of what made a hero. Protecting people, especially those who they cared about and making the world a better place for them.

Kaminari had failed the exam, both parts of it. He'd done excellently in English, snagging the second highest grade out of the entire first-year class regardless of course, but it had not been able to make up for his lack of math skills. He felt ashamed, even if he did get to go to the training camp. Bakugo had even helped him study, but he'd still failed. So after going on a group shopping trip, he locked himself in his house after moving back in for the summer. Altria said she was happy to see him, patted his head and helped keep his head up. It didn't do a lot. He missed his friends, missed living with them and for the life of him, he hadn't been able to find Herbie, his stuffed hedgehog, no matter how hard he looked. After two days of his moping and refusal to answer his phone for calls or texts, Altria decided to take matters into her own hands and invite some of his friends over. Kaminari had been less than pleased since the news of his friend's visiting came with a different visit; from his mother. She'd moved away to America just under ten years ago, but they'd had phone calls and skype calls on the regular. He preferred her much more than he did his father and stepmother. The woman could walk into a room and it would light up, not just from her electricity quirk. The Bakusquad arrived first, thankfully. His mother's stuff had arrived that morning, which Altria put upstairs for her, so his friends didn't get to realize her presence until she came home. "Kaminari!!" Ashido yelled, running into the house and tackling him. "You ass, you didn't tell us you were a rich boy!" True, he was. His father ran Denki Electronics, which meant he was technically rich although he didn't flaunt it. His house was nice though, if not a little empty. Sleek, modern, with a pool and a floor walled mostly with glass. Bakugo tsked, while Sero and Kirishima looked around while oohing and ahhing. "Dude isn't this super cool?! That's- Holy. Hhhhhhhhhaa... Holy shit, bro." Kirishima had spotted one of the trinkets Altria had insisted on putting out when she moved in to watch Kaminari; In particular, a limited edition Crimson Riot figurine with his engraved signature. Kaminari was still processing that he currently had three Alphas and a Beta in his house, one of which he was hopelessly in love with. "Uh. Yeah." Kaminari said from the floor, Ashido sitting up and pouting before standing. "I think you broke Kiri," She commented, helping the omega up. Bakugo growled at her lowly, triggering her to growl right back. Sero and Kaminari rolled their eyes; Alphas had displays of dominance all the time, and if Kirishima wasn't busy inspecting the figurine as if it were the man himself he likely would have joined and a wrestling match would break out. "Guys, C'mon," Sero sighed, "Best behavior, remember? Do I have to tape you apart- Kirishima, don't even think of touching it." The Beta didn't even need to look at the redhead to know he was about to move it from its place to get a closer look in his giddiness. Kaminari looked between the two Alphas who were glaring one another down, filling the room with their scents and decided it'd be easier to focus on Kirishima. "You can have it, man." Kirishima's red eyes widened, his hands shook and he stared at Kaminari. "Really, bro? I don't wanna take it from you-" "Nah, it's fine. There are a few different ones strewn about the house of different heroes. Dad bought them from a charity auction to give to my stepmom, and she gave them to me because otherwise, she'd break them since she hates heroes." Kaminari explained, "So yeah, bro. Take it if you want it." Sero was too busy physically separating Ashido and Bakugo to pay attention, but Bakugo's attention was diverted the second Kirishima rushed forward to hug the omega, nuzzling into his shoulder and dangerously close to his scent glands and neck. "Oh my god, I love you so much Kami!" Kirishima held the omega tightly, who only laughed and hugged him back. "Love you too, but no romo, bro." "Totally!" Bakugo started stomping over, his growling and snarling reminding Kaminari a bit of the sport's festival, only to be taped back by Team Mom, aka Sero. "What is your problem today, man?" Sero asked, "Both you and Ashido have been all growly and competitive since this morning!" Kaminari pulled away from the hug with Kirishima to silently ask for confirmation. All he received was a shrug and a grimace. Then Kaminari smelled it, the tang of earthy musk which tainted the room. It wasn't Kirishima, who smelled like a pine forest or a mountain range, but it was intoxicatingly good. His face heated up, a soft whine escaping his throat and simultaneously, everyone realized what was going on. Bakugo and Ashido were both close to their ruts, which often insinuated challenges, especially over Omegas like Kaminari. They saw any other Alpha as a threat, potentially, and things could get bloody fast. They were maybe a month out, at most. Sero retracted his tape from the two, sighing. He couldn't do much about it if that was the case. "Sorry," Ashido grumbled, "Can't help it." Bakugo glared both her and Kirishima down before Kaminari broke the tension. "Hey, guys, let me show you around yeah? Just, remind me why you're here again?" He and Bakugo had made plans to meet up at Bakugo's house for contact time every three days, but he didn't know why the others decided to drop by. "Oh yeah!" Kirishima said, grinning with Sero, "A girl named Altria invited us! Said you weren't feeling so happy; So we're taking you out today!" "I can't." Kaminari denied, watching their smiles falter and Bakugo's gaze narrowing. "Why not?" Ashido asked, already returning to her normal self for a brief period, "C'mon, go with us!" "It's just, my mom is. Uh. Can we please move this to the living room?" Once they nodded, Kaminari showed him to the room in question, which had a scent purifier. It meant there could be an Omega on the verge of heat and an Alpha in Rut and neither would be the wiser by scent; great things, really. They each took seats on the leather couches, while Kaminari sat next to wherever Bakugo was. There would be no explosions on the nice couches. "So, your mom." Ashido prodded, "What's up?" "She's coming to visit, that's what." "She doesn't live here with you?" Kirishima asked, looking around with the others. It was a spacious, cold place. Nothing was warm or homey about it; he couldn't even see a single photo around. "Nope, she's lived in America since I was about seven, after her and my dad divorced. She's coming here today, and we were gonna, ya know, spend the day together. I'm gonna help her pick a wedding dress." They stared at him, though Bakugo's was more since Kaminari had draped his legs over his lap. "Dude, that's..." Ashido said, glancing away. "Kinda sad. We can go so you can spend the day with your mom?" Sero offered, but Kaminari shrugged. "Nah, I like hanging out with you guys. Besides, she's not supposed to be here for an hour or so and Altria's out." "Who is that, anyway?" Bakugo growled. "She's kinda the resident adult? She basically makes sure I don't do a bunch of stupid things while I'm home, but she's visiting her sister right now. Don't worry, she's a Beta." Kaminari chuckled, and Bakugo softened a smidge. "Okay, so back on the topic of your mom," Ashido said, leaning forward, "Sell me on her romance. You've met the guy, right?" "Weeeeeellllllll..." Kaminari grinned awkwardly, "He kinda hates me, but yeah I've met the guy." "How the heck could he hate you? He's marrying your mom!" Sero and Kirishima exclaimed, shocked by the revelation. The omega merely shrugged, "Cause I'm my dad's kid, and I'm an Omega. See, he uh. He's known my mom since they were in middle school, and he's liked her since then but she went and married my dad, who she met while at a party. And he's got the whole 'Omegas shouldn't want to be a hero or any kind of powerful position' mentality BS." "So you're going to America for the wedding?" Ashido asked, cutting off the boys before they had a chance to react. Kaminari shook his head and smiled, sinking against the leather of the couch. "Nope. Can't." "What the fuck do you mean 'can't'!?" Bakugo growled possessively, "Why the fuck not?!" "The fuck I mean is, when she gets remarried she loses me. I don't get to see her again, ever. Her new husband made a deal with my dad; he'd fully break off their bond, so she can live her life, but I'm part of that bond. For her happiness, because I love her, I'm letting her go." Golden eyes were lightly trimmed with tears, and the Omega was being pulled against Bakugo's chest protectively. There were mumbles all around on how bullshit the situation was; no mother would want to give up on their child, but it seemed Kaminari's mother was either oblivious or didn't care as much. The doorbell rang, causing Bakugo and Ashido to growl loudly. Kirishima snarled and Sero sighed, putting on his best grin and told Kaminari he'd get the door. Soft whispers floated around the room, filling the silence with comforting words. Kaminari knew it was his mom at the door; Altria had a key and no one else would have a reason to be here. So when Sero returned with a woman behind him, no one was surprised at her presence. They were, however, mildly shocked by her looks and scent. With her long blonde hair reaching her waist, gorgeous eyes colored liquid gold, a dusting of freckles over her rosy cheeks and delicate frame, it was no mystery Kaminari got his looks from his mother. Her lilac dress swayed around her ballet flats, pairing well with an orange bow in her hair. Her scent, however, filled the doorway with warmth. Hot chocolate and cinnamon, bathed in fresh baked cookies. "Denki!" The woman exclaimed, rushing over to the couch where her son sat. Bakugo felt a swift shock and let him go, allowing him to stand and hug the woman. Kaminari was slightly smaller than her, and they both flooded the room with pheromones which overpowered the purifier. "Hi mom," Kaminari said, ignoring his friends' staring. Time to put on a brave face. "You've gotten so tall; I can't believe how long it's been." Her voice was like satin over a waterbed, something which sunk in and comforted someone even if she spoke an entirely different language. "Well, dad wouldn't let you see me either way, would he?" "No, he really wouldn't. Now, introduce me to your friends!" They broke their hug and Kaminari grinned, hiding his previous crying with a blush. "Right. Mom, this is Sero, he's the only Beta, the rest are Alphas. That's Kirishima, Ashido, and Bakugo! Guys, this is my mom." "Pleasure to meet you all. My name's Holly. Denki, we really should be going or we'll be late." Kaminari glanced at the clock and a spark came from the omega, frizzing him and his mother's hair. The appointment was in an hour! "Gotta go! You guys are welcome to stay as long as you'd like; make yourselves at home!" Kaminari grabbed Holly's hand, rushing to the door. The remaining Bakusquad was confused. What just happened? They hadn't even gotten the chance to say hello or for Bakugo to rat the woman out for alienating her son. "What the hell?!" Ashido and Bakugo yelled as Kirishima and Sero watched the empty doorway. "More like, what the hell is up with her pacing? We could've at least talked, but no, we're left alone again." Sero rolled his eyes. "Well, we can go look around? Kami did say we could." Kirishima suggested, watching his friends growling. He didn't think Bakugo was almost rutting since the earthy scent wasn't coming from him, but he could be wrong. "Yeah! Let's go find Kaminari's room!" Sero wasn't sure Kaminari would come home to find the place intact, with how everyone was acting.

The training camp, on its own, had been incredibly stressful. The attack only made things worse, with tensions high and everyone's worries even higher. Bakugo's kidnapping made Kaminari's head want to explode. How dare they?! Who gave them the right to take him away from the class?! Everyone had been in and out of the hospital save for a select few, for reasons of them being unconscious. They'd been checked over for shock and other injuries, which had been particularly invasive for those of the female and omega variety. It had only begun to sink in what happened for some. Kirishima had been the most torn up next to Midoriya over the ordeal. Sero seemed confused on why Kaminari wasn't in worse shape, but Recovery Girl had explained very briefly during his time checked into the hospital. As long as Bakugo wasn't in distress, he shouldn't get a horrible fever. So Kaminari took a slight comfort in it, letting his body react how it would usually. The heroes would get Bakugo back, he just knew it. Let them do their job. You don't let a medical student perform life-saving surgery in their first year, he assumed. But he had noticed his nose becoming more and more sensitive since then as if his body had gone into high alert. Everyone smelled so much more intense, it bothered him, which changed his scent and set off the Alphas around him. Everything culminated to a peak when Midoriya woke up in the hospital, the morning of the second day of Bakugo's absence. Kirishima attempted to convince them to go rescue Bakugo, going behind the hero's backs and taking their own action. They'd trained enough, they'd fought in the forest, but Kaminari and the other students in supplementary classes knew why he acted this way. Kirishima felt hopeless, weak and powerless for not being able to do anything against the villains. It started consuming the Alpha, who had thrown down with almost everyone at least once by then since they'd been told to return to the dorms until further notice. Kaminari still had a few bandages from that fight, as did most of the Alphas. When he'd been told how stupid he sounded and told Midoriya he'd wait for him, Kaminari knew he had to do something. They were best friends, of course, Kirishima would understand. "Eiji!" Kaminari called, chasing after the Alpha as he exited the hospital. The rest of the class had decided to stay back and visit people, so they were alone. "What?!" Kirishima yelled, turning on the Omega. A new fire had been added to his scent, smothering it in smoke. It threatened to choke Kaminari as the wind blew around them. "You can't do this!" "Why not?! It's Bakugo, Denki! He's in trouble and we're heroes!" "That doesn't mean we can break the law! The teachers-" "Were supposed to protect us at the camp, and look what happened! How are we supposed to call ourselves men or heroes if we leave him there?!" "This isn't about your whacked sense of manliness! This isn't about your pride as a man; it's about trusting people to do their jobs!! Do you want to be a hero or a criminal?!" "You don't even give a crap about him, do you?! He's your soulmate, and you are content to leave him there and throw him away? You're such an idiotic coward!" Kaminari took slight offense to that, but the tears streaming down his face hid it. He couldn't breathe, could barely think; he wanted Bakugo back. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. He wanted to kiss all over that angry face as long as Bakugo would let him, he wanted to hug him and breathe in the scent he'd come to love so much and take him everywhere he'd never been. He wanted Bakugo safe and to never let him go or out of his sight. He missed him more than he missed his own mother, ten years versus two days. Through fuzzy eyes, he watched as Kirishima seemed shocked at what happened, tears brimming red eyes which seemed so similar to the one they were both missing. Had he said all that aloud? "I. I'm sorry, Denki- It's just. He's." Kaminari took a deep breath, standing tall and walking right up to the Alpha. He'd never been afraid to face down someone by their nature before, why stop now? He'd met Alphas who were the most gentle people he'd ever known, and Omegas who were fighters twice as good as any Alpha. So, he charged up his hand, and slapped the Alpha across the face with as much force as he could, though it wasn't as much as he wanted. Kirishima seemed to have anticipated the blow and prepared himself, so his skin met hard rock and sliced open, leaving a bloodied mark on his cheek. Kaminari didn't wince, staring the determined Alpha with a tear-filled look of his own, showing his stubborn side. "I love him, Eiji. I want him back just as much as you do, but I know he's not in distress, and going will only put him at more risk because we are students. We screw up! All the time! We /failed/ the final exam, /man/, so what do you expect to do against real-life villains? You could die or get Bakugo killed! Leave it to the pros, because they can make sure he comes home safer than we can." Kaminari turned to be on his way, facing the parking lot before Kirishima could say anything. The scent of smoke still flitted around them, making Kaminari's head dizzy. "Denki! Are you going to go tell Aizawa what I'm planning on doing?" Kirishima asked, his voice strained and Kaminari knew he was near sobbing; the smoke scent was more of a fire in the rain, muddier and hard to pick out. Kaminari sighed, fighting back another wave of his own tears. "I won't. I would never try to get you in trouble because you're important to me. We're friends. I'll stop anyone who tries to tell, even if it gets me in trouble." He heard Kirishima's sharp intake of breath, continuing before he could be cut off. "I hope everything turns out okay and he gets back safely, you have no idea how much I hope that. But, if someone gets hurt, don't come crying to me if you're even alive to do it." He didn't stay to watch Kirishima look at his retreating form, nor did he turn on the television at the dorms once he realized they weren't coming home that night, even if he stayed in the common room with his eyes on the door. No one entered, no one left.

Going to Bakugo's house and meeting his parents was an experience Kaminari hadn't expected to have until at the very least senior year. After thinking about it, it made sense. They needed to have some close contact at least once a week by now, and Bakugo was under house arrest for the next two weeks. So one of those weeks he needed to stop by, or else Bakugo and himself could get sick. That was the easy part. The hard part, of course, would be meeting his parents. Would they be like their son? They were probably both Alphas, he just knew it. Only two Alphas could make someone like Katsuki, especially with how explosive he tended to be. Would they like him? Would they hate him? They probably already hated him for not helping rescue their son. And maybe showing up in a town car wasn't the best idea, but he'd wanted to make a good impression. Even if it was stupid, and wearing a black silk and lace embroidered button up over jeans was equally stupid, it helped comfort him knowing he looked decent. He'd pinned back the side opposite his lightning bolt, even if it was extra overkill. A thought struck him as he rode, thinking that maybe they would expect him to be a traditional Omega: Small, weak, preferring soft and loose clothing to snuggle into. They'd be dead wrong, and no matter how much he wanted to please them it wouldn't change. He was soulmates with Bakugo, after all. He rang the doorbell with a smile to hide his anxiety. He hoped Bakugo would answer the door, drag him in and maybe up to his room- Okay, he needed to stop that train of thought before it left the station. Was it hot out here? Summer must be in full swing, then. The person who opened the door was a rather tall, muscular omega of a man. Kaminari gulped and waved, "Hi! My name's Kaminari Denki. I'm here to see Bakugo Katsuki?" The man merely smiled, his glasses slightly obscuring his face. He had brown hair which semi resembled Bakugo's, and a similar scent. Less of the burning and more caramel, though. "Oh, you must be the one Katsuki said was coming. Come in, come in. My name's Bakugo Masaru, nice to meet you." The man, Masaru, was so softspoken Kaminari would have had a hard time believing the two were related if not for their scents. "Nice meeting you too! Where's Katsuki?" Kaminari asked, stepping in and taking off his shoes. He was answered, however, not by Masaru but instead by a royally loud growl from the living room and the sound of something breaking. "DIE, OLD HAG!" Said a voice, and Kaminari knew it was Bakugo. Masaru began to apologize, but Kaminari waved him off. He'd been around Bakugo long enough to know being told to die was the same as being delivered a love letter or a declaration of war when it came to his confusing language. He peeked into the living room, however, and was only mildly shocked at the carnage and the force of the Alpha scent which hit him. That's where the burning came from. Smoke and ash came at him with a tang of sweetness and earthy undertones, though that last bit was likely Bakugo. The other scent must have been the woman he was violently wrestling, resulting in at least two shelves broken and the paper wall. The woman, likely his mother, looked exactly like a female Katsuki would. At least to Kaminari. She had the hair, the beautiful face, and the temper to boot. For every insult which her son threw at her, she had two and a physical combatant to boot. She currently had Bakugo down, her arm over his neck but a knee to the gut swiftly allowed Bakugo to take control of the situation with a body turn. One leg covered hers, his hands pinned hers down to the floor and his other foot was on her chest, cutting off her air supply. Bakugo looked like it might as well be Christmas; he was grinning like a madman, eyes wild with delight and Kaminari was sure the conductor would be pulling the train of thought out of the station if he wasn't in polite company. "I'm sorry, their scents can be a bit... Overwhelming." Masaru said, staring at his wife and son. Alphas often had shows of dominance like this, which is why he couldn't have anything nice unless it was stored away in his sewing room. Such is the life of a fashion designer. "I'm aware, I live with ten of them in the dorms and most of UA's teachers are Alphas. It's kinda crazy." Kaminari chuckled, and Masaru did the same. Somehow, this got the attention of the Alphas who had once more gotten into the thick of a match, causing them to separate. "Oh! You're here!" The woman said, grinning, "I'm Bakugo Mitsuki! You must be the Fated One, Kaminari, right?." Kaminari's face heated up, and he could hear Bakugo yelling at his mother, only to be hit on the back of the head and yelled at. Before he could say anything, his arm was being grabbed and he was being dragged away by a fuming Bakugo. The student, not either of the parents. "And where do you think you're going?" Masaru asked, raising an eyebrow. Kaminari was too stunned to do anything. "My room! I'm not a fucking idiot!" "Don't get him pregnant! I'm too young to be a grandma!" Mitsuki yelled, possibly loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Kaminari swore he could feel his brain frying. Oh, how embarrassing it would be to go dumb here and now. Bakugo only let him go when they were in the safety of his bedroom. Kaminari took a short opportunity to look around, seeing a few posters here and there. Mostly, he noticed hanging potted plants in almost every corner. There was an All Might figurine on the desk, next to the bed and a TV on a blank wall with a console set up. Next to the desk, on the other side, was a window and between that and the corner was a bookshelf. Overall, it wasn't incredibly different from his room at the dorms. "God, they're so fucking embarrassing!" Bakugo growled, and Kaminari realized the earthy scent was coming from him. Kaminari assumed his rut had been put off from the stress of what'd happened. "Nah, they're pretty cool." Kaminari chuckled, watching Bakugo blush up to his ears. "THEY ARE NOT FUCKING COOL!" Bakugo yelled, setting off a few explosions which made Kaminari flinch, though he covered it with a grin. "So, we gonna do this thing or what?" Bakugo stared at him for a moment, possibly thinking something else as he looked the Omega up and down. Kaminari looked delicious. His tight black shirt clung in all the right places, the jeans framed his thighs and ass like no tomorrow, and because he pinned part of his hair back, his face was more on display. He could see those cheeks tinted pink, covering the faintest of freckles from using his quirk. Bakugo had seen tree scars covering his arms and glimpses of his chest when in the locker room, but it slightly amazed him to see what happened to the other blonde's face after quirk usage. Everywhere the electricity struck over his face and neck, it became freckles. Almost like it didn't travel through there, but instead over and around. "Whatever, c'mere." Bakugo sat down on the bed, waving the Omega over. As delectable as he looked, his parents were still home and he hadn't even properly come to terms with the feelings. Kaminari's grin made his heart beat faster, and when he sat down on his lap, Bakugo wanted to scream. He wanted to pin the Omega to the bed and nuzzle his face in the pretty, exposed neck and he wanted to bite. Wanted everyone to know Kaminari belonged to him and no one else. Kaminari reached out to the blanket he'd gotten him, pulling the heavy blanket over himself to begin scenting it again. Bakugo wouldn't admit how much use the anxiety blanket had been getting since the incident. He also wouldn't admit how much it pissed him off that Kaminai had managed to get the only blanket in the entire damn mall made from his own family's designer fabric. No, he wouldn't mention it, because he knew Kaminari would smirk and say a breathy, 'I know~' and he kind of wanted his heart to keep beating, thank you very much. Can't be a hero if you're dead. The feeling of Kaminari wrapping his arms around his waist simultaneously sent a wave of heat and relief through him. Damn, he was getting near to his rut, wasn't he? Whatever, so long as it happened before he went back to the dorms, everything would be okay. He must have made a noise, or his scent otherwise changed, because Kaminari was purring and trilling against him. Those gold eyes stared up at him and Kaminari leaned back, straddling the Alpha. His ass met Bakugo's thighs in a way which definitely, certainly, would kill Bakugo if this continued. Kaminari's torso was pretty small, so even in this position, Bakugo had to look down just a bit to meet his eyes. "Can we try something new today?" Kaminari asked, albeit a bit shyer than normal. "Please?" "Depends on what the hell it is." Kaminari grinned and reached over to wrap his arms around Bakugo's shoulders, feeling him twitch underneath him, and pull him down against the mattress. Kaminari slid his legs back and pressed himself against Bakugo, whispering, "Turn around, okay?" The weight of the anxiety blanket made it hard to do so, and Bakugo growled at the Omega. He wasn't going to let anyone be behind him, not after how the summer began. No way in hell. So he forced Kaminari's arms off of him and turned the other blonde around instead. Kaminari yelped and squirmed but didn't fight it, realizing why the Alpha took such actions. "Stay," Bakugo growled, possessively pulling Kaminari in by his waist. The Alpha tone in his voice made Kaminari submit, stilling. "Bakugo..." Kaminari whispered, his heart beating fast and loud in his chest. "Call me Katsuki." "Then you need to call me Denki, okay?" "Nah, I'm going to keep calling you Sparky." "Wha- Why not?" "Cause you get annoyed by it." Kaminari wanted to zap him into next week, but he was enjoying this far too much. Bakugo was home, safe, and if he wanted Kaminari to call him Katsuki, then who was he to argue? "Katsuki," Kaminari had said his name before, for multiple reasons, but this was the first time when it felt truly intimate. He liked it. "I-" "Shut up, Sparky. You talk too damn much." So Kaminari silenced himself, listening to the sound of Bakugo's breathing and reveling in the idea of his safety. Everything was perfect, even if his confession had been cut off. They'd go back to the dorms and everything would go back to normal. Did they want normal? Would it be more fulfilling to be normal? Why would they want that when right now, right here, they felt so comfortable. Safe and warm, with the knowledge neither would go anywhere soon. Both their natures and them as people were pleased, when before they did this to keep from getting sick. Somehow, at some point, it changed to just wanting to spend time together. Simultaniously a revelation came over the two; they didn't want to be anywhere other than where they were, in one another's arms. Kaminari looked over his shoulder and found Bakugo's face close to his own, lips parted temptingly. Bakugo looked into golden eyes and relaxed, finding himself moving forward as their lips came dangerously close, too close to be called platonic anymore. A knock on the door broke them out of their little world, and Bakugo growled loudly. His grip on the Omega tightened, protectively setting his head near Kaminari's neck. The door opened and Mitsuki leaned in, grinning. "Lunch is- Oh shit. Katsuki, I thought I told you not to get him pregnant!" "I'm not, bitch!" "Then why are you about to bite him!?" "That's not what's going on!" "Just because your rut cycle started doesn't mean you can go crazy on him! I don't care if he is your fated one!" "Fuck off!" Kaminari couldn't help but chuckle at their bickering as Bakugo pulled away from him. They were dressed, completely, and the implications of what could be were lost on them. They'd never cared about it before, why start now? "I'm sure his fucking parents wouldn't approve!" Mitsuki growled and Kaminari was almost worried another fight would break out. "His parents don't give a shit about him!" "There's no parent which doesn't give a shit about their kid!" Kaminari wanted to protest. Somehow, this had become about him and he'd hoped to be able to spend the day focusing on Bakugo. He'd wanted to take his mind off of the wedding he was missing, all the way in America. Bakugo seemed to pick up on his distress, reaching over and putting one hand on the Omega's head. "Shut the fuck up. What did you come here to say, anyway?!" He growled. "Lunch is ready, come to get it or miss out." The Bakugos were more than enough of a distraction, Kaminari found as Bakugo dragged him out of the warm bed for food. They were loud, boisterous and prone to fighting, but they seemed to like him well enough. He thinks, mostly to himself, he'd like being a part of this family one day.

Aizawa's speech when Bakugo was released from house arrest had been less than inspiring. Kaminari hadn't made up with Kirishima yet; they'd been actively avoiding one another in the dorms and every second they spent in the building, they'd been silent. Bakugo watched the two interact and hated what's going on. He knew Kirishima was hurting, same with Kaminari, and he was in Kirishima's debt because of the night vision goggles; those things are expensive as hell. Midoriya had told Kaminari, and Kaminari had told him about them. It pissed him off. Everyone was having a hard time and-- An idea struck him, which made the Alpha smirk. He walked over to Kaminari and huffed, "Ugh, c'mere." "H-Huh? Wha? What for?" Kaminari asked as he was being dragged away behind the bushes-Could Bakugo always manhandle him like this? That's kinda hot in his mind-and suddenly, lips are pressed against his and their scents filled the air around them. Bakugo was kissing him. His Alpha was kissing him and holy shit if the summer heat wasn't getting to him a different kind was. Bakugo pulled away and whispered harshly, filling it with an order, "Let loose. Now." Electricity, with all of its violence, buzzed and shot off from within him all around. Kaminari yelled out in pain. It burnt every nerve in his body, surrounding him with pain which made tears come to his eyes. He knew what was happening; he was going dumb. Everything was fuzzy, he couldn't understand what was going on around him. He couldn't control his body anymore. Bakugo probably didn't know, but Kaminari hated going stupid. Hated the feeling of having every limb chained down while simultaneously being able to move. Hated that he couldn't speak or explain how it felt to be locked away in his own mind. Jirou and the others started laughing at him, and Kaminari wanted to scream. But all that came out was a 'whey' and he listened to their laughter and let them draw on his overly sensitive body. Everything which touched him felt harsher, sharper than it usually would. His damaged nerves and skin thrummed and sent agonizing shocks throughout him, which made his knees weak. He wanted to stop. The only movement he could make was the thumbs up, letting everyone know he was okay. Except he wasn't. He couldn't think. As if someone had filled his head with rocks, he was surrounded by darkness and lost in vague shapes. What is happening out there? Why does it hurt so much? Why would Bakugo do this to me? His body jerked slightly, which prompted the laughing to get louder. He didn't hear Sero's words of comfort, but he heard the mocking snickering. He couldn't focus, everything hurt and was somehow muddied as well; laughter echoed throughout his head but he could barely make out who said it. He'd trapped himself in his head and all he could do was wait it out. Kaminari came to with drawings on his exposed skin, his hair messed up, lipstick on and laughter echoing his head. Someone had written 'Sigma' on his neck, the derogatory term for an unmated Omega, who flirted around. They might as well have called him an outright whore, for all it was worth. Sero was there for him, helping him scrub the marker off his skin to reveal new, twisting marks up his arms which were burning worse than normal. He said how Bakugo would be talking with Kirishima to try and return things to normal. Kaminari didn't want to see Bakugo for a while after today, nor Kirishima. He just wanted to curl up and get the memory of soft lips and juvenile laughter out of his head.

Bakugo was under dorm arrest with Midoriya. They'd gotten into a massive fight, broken into ground Beta, and even destroyed some buildings. Or so they'd been told. Bakugo was pissed, yet resigned himself to his fate. Three days; he had to make it through three days. His punishment also meant he wasn't allowed to seek out Kaminari for any reason at all, the lightning bolted teen had to seek him out. Which was incredibly inconvenient, since Bakugo had something to return to the Omega. He'd finally finished sewing up the hedgehog, having to unstuff the thing, handwash it, make the repairs, get better stuffing, fix the eyes and all the embroidery, all before restuffing it and sewing it up by hand. He'd been pretty proud of himself, especially with how good the thing looked. Almost like new. Bakugo had discovered the toy had originally been sewn by hand, with slightly cruddy stitching. Within the lining of the toy, between the fur on the back and the stuffing, he'd found a note. This thing had never been washed, either, apparently. At first, he'd wanted to throw it away so he could continue analyzing the needed repairs, but he kept it and decided to give it back to the Omega when he returned the toy. Kirishima had walked in on him sewing it up, teasing him about knowing how to sew. Bakugo admitted it was Kaminari's, Kirishima's face fell significantly. He didn't quite understand why but hadn't pressed for details either. On the second day of the dorm arrest, Kaminari came to his room when Kirishima wasn't around and sat on his bed. Neither was feverish, so the reason for visiting wasn't for contact "Hey," Kaminari said with a shaky grin, "Katsuki, can we... Uh. Talk?" "Whatever." Kaminari had been avoiding him as much as possible since his house arrest ended, and Bakugo knew why. Or, he thought he did. Kaminari must've hated the kiss, which is the reason for the avoidance. "So. Uh. We need to talk. About two weeks ago." Bakugo rolled his eyes, staring at the Omega. God, he looked even more delectable than usual. His hair was all messed up, his face a beautiful shade of pink, and he smelled so, so good. Every fiber of Bakugo's being screamed for him to claim Kaminari. "Right. So. Uh. Please, don't order me stupid again. It really hurts? And, uh, yeah!" Bakugo nodded, staring at the omega. He'd hurt his omega. Something inside him wilted, which infuriated him. He growled, Kaminari getting up and going over curiously. "So, you're not gonna order me stupid?" "No, I'm not gonna fucking order you stupid; you're stupid enough as it is." Kaminari beamed, and Bakugo let his instincts take over. He grabbed Kaminari and yanked him down, ignoring the yelp as he twisted, pinning the omega to the bed. Bakugo growled, looking him up and down against his bed. His face was heating up, spreading across his body as his Rut settled in. He pressed his face against the exposed neck beneath him, growling possessively. Kaminari yelped, squirming a bit underneath the Alpha, who exuded pheromones. Oh shit, Kaminari realized, Bakugo's rut started. And he's the only omega in the building, right underneath him. Great. The Alpha had his face pressed against the most intimate place of an Omega; his bonding gland. If Bakugo bit down on such a place, hard enough to bleed, then they'd be bonded and they couldn't claim a platonic relationship. Unless Bakugo let him go from the bond, Kaminari would be stuck with him for life. Neither of them wanted that, despite the budding feelings. So Kaminari, knowing he couldn't throw off the Alpha, summoned his quirk and forced him off with a large shock, hissing loudly. Bakugo growled something unintelligible, pulling away and letting him go. The gap of time was short enough he was able to get out, slamming the door behind him with fast breaths. Kirishima was walking down the hall, and Kaminari ran over to the other Alpha and gripped his shirt, to the surprise of the redhead. "Hey, Kami, is everything okay?" Kirishima's voice was calm, a smooth timbre which was meant to soothe the shaking omega in his arms. "I-It's Katsuki! He's gone into Rut and. And..." Kirishima backed out of the embrace, immediately inspecting Kaminari's neck, sighing in relief when he found it unbitten. "You're okay. You're alright, Kami. Let's get you to your room, I'll handle Bakugo." Kirishima grinned his blinding grin to help assure him. "B-But-!" "It's going to be safer for you to stay in your room, so just stay there." Kaminari hated to admit how right the Alpha was, especially since he just got the hell out of there without getting hurt. He could go back in there to help get Bakugo into a rut room on the sixth floor, but he felt his anxiety taking over. He let Kirishima escort him to his room, watched as Sero jumped up and looked him over due to his distress. Kirishima then escorted the other Alpha to a rut room, which was the end of his dorm arrest as per Aizawa's orders once being informed.

That night, the group decided to play a game. A few people sat out, for one reason or another, which left everyone except for Bakugo, Shinsou, Yaoyorozu, Jirou, Shouji, Kouda, Sato, and Todoroki said he had to leave early. Uraraka had decided they'd play a game called Full Disclosure. Without the card game, they would play similar to a version of Truth or Dare. Spin a bottle, whoever the neck of the bottle points to is asked a question and the person the base of the bottle pointed to asks said question. If the person asked can't or won't answer the question, they must admit something else which would be considered a secret. All answers must begin with saying 'Full Disclosure' otherwise are subjected to punishment as well. Iida had deemed it too inappropriate and dragged Todoroki off with Aoyama, Midoriya deciding to stay and play with the rest of his friends. However, by now, exactly half the class remained. It was Ashido's turn to spin, having joined them since her rut ended before Bakugo returned to the dorms. No one wanted to know what would happen if it landed with her asking the question. As an Alpha, she was unnaturally nosy and had the chops to back up her invasiveness. The bottle spun, everyone holding their breaths. The neck of the bottle pointed to Kaminari, and his heart sank. Directly across from him was the pink girl herself. "Soooooo, Kaminari," Ashido grinned, causing the Omega to grin and lean back, "Who made you present?" Kaminari gulped, listening to his classmates start to whisper. Mostly between those who weren't in the loop, meaning Sero and Kirishima were the only ones silent. "C'mon, we all know you soulmate presented! Was it Bakugo? I bet it was Bakugo." The omega prayed for his soul silently, biting his lip, before answering. "It was Bakugo, yeah. He made me soulmate present, on like the third day of school." Kaminari chuckled, looking away from their wide stares. "Kaminari, how are you not dead...?" Midoriya asked, his question backed by Ojiro, Hagakure, and Tokoyami. "He's not that hard; he needs me too. So he can't kill me!" "You didn't say 'full disclosure', ribbit." Tsuyu said, looking off into the distance as she tended to do. Kaminari groaned, realizing it was true. "Ohh! Kami, Kaaaammmiiii, how do you feel about Bakugo?" Ashido grinned, her black eyes staring into the Omega's soul as he blushed redder than Kirishima's hair. "That's a bit more complicated. He's comforting, I have strong feelings for him but I don't know exactly how to put it. Are they because we're Fated Ones? I still don't know. When he got kidnapped, my world came crashing down, but there's this. This bond we have. I know if he's in distress because my body reacts to it," He glared pointedly at Midoriya, who slunk back with a blush, "So I wasn't that worried. Then I met his parents, and he came back; I still don't know if my feelings are mine or just my inner omega. We've been on kind of dates, even kissed," The scandal of their gasps made him chuckle, "So, in the most simple of terms... I love him, and I've been thinking that's how I feel as me, not as an Omega." The silence of the room was louder than if they'd screamed. The four Betas-Midoriya, Hagakure, Sero and Tsuyu-were staring at him like they were worried about his safety. The five Alphas-Ashido, Ojiro, Kirishima, Tokoyami, and Uraraka-Almost seemed offended by his choice. "You're gonna get us killed, Kami." Ashido laughed, "Now, your turn to spin!" "No, no, we should talk about this." Midoriya interrupted, looking nervous. "Why?" Kaminari tilted his head, "What's there to talk about?" "You do understand that Bakugo will drop you as soon as he gets the chance, yeah?" Uraraka attempted to grin. "He's not that bad!" The rest of the Bakusquad members said, defending the Alpha's honor. "Yeah, he's not going to drop me!" Kaminari beamed, "You just gotta get to know him a bit better." "I don't think he'd let us." Midoriya chuckled. "He might give it a try. Don't underestimate him, he's more than meets the eye."

Ruts lasted around three days as opposed to the week of heat, so Bakugo was back to class in almost no time. But he'd come out of his hell in the middle of the day, and knew the tail end would come back and kick his ass in the middle of class. So, he stayed back and pondered what he'd do when they got back to the dorms. He'd probably punch Deku, or at least have the overwhelming urge to do so. He needed to find something to make up for what he did to Kaminari. He'd nigh on attacked the Omega, even if he hadn't had the chance to do anything. The end of a Rut always left Bakugo feeling drained and exhausted, with nothing to recharge that battery. Now, he had an electric Omega who would be able to help, but probably wanted nothing to do with him outside of contact for the sake of their health. He somehow found himself in Kaminari and Sero's room, snooping around the Omega's stuff again. He'd come there with the intention to give Kaminari back his plush, just as he had when his Rut began, yet allowed himself to get sidetracked. He rummaged through the drawers on the bedframe, seeing photo albums from middle school and some clothing. One drawer was locked, the second one to the end. Baugo didn't care enough to find out what was inside; it reeked of Omega heat, after all. The last drawer, however, caught his eye. It was left slightly open, with a pen sticking out the side. It was the only drawer which hadn't been properly closed. So he opened it, the creek let out by the wood an annoyance more than anything else and peered inside. He saw a book, dark leather binding it with an imprint of the tree of life on its cover. A pencil bag was next to it, embroidered with silver markings on the black canvas. He picked up the book and started flipping through it, intrigued by the contents. The first few pages were of places and things, hyper-realistic and obviously drawn with great care. A date marked the corner; these had been drawn last winter, before entering UA. Continuing forward, he was shocked to find photos of himself. His eyes, burning with fury, framed by his hero mask. Then another, with him standing tall upon a mountain in his hiking gear. He flipped through the book, finding page after page of him, from day to day life to outfits he'd never dream of wearing. It was a little disturbing, but some part of him felt honored. Kaminari didn't hate him. If he did, he would have destroyed these. The last picture in the book, with around ten blank pages left in the sketchbook, was of him again. Finished last night, by the date in the corner. It portrayed him as he last saw him. Sitting on his bed, staring at the viewer, his hair messed up and a bruise forming over his cheek. Scuff marks and bandages from his fight with Midoriya on full display. The look on his face portrayed emotional vulnerability he didn't appreciate seeing, and the pose. It showed him closed off, unwilling to talk, and could come off as scared. Before getting kidnapped, Bakugo would have burned the whole book for everything it held. But now, with everything, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He could look through the photographs and see how he's grown, how he's changed. He thought about what All Might had said, about him being at Level Fifty. He didn't start there; he'd gotten better. In the terms of an RPG, his attack level stayed the same, as did his defence and general skills. Only one skill changed. Commonly known as 'Charisma', or in other words, his social skills. He had to catch up to Midoriya, in that sense. He'd never been forced to have conversations in the past. Oh, he'd had 'followers', idiots who followed him around and idolized him for his power and Alpha status, but he'd never been able to count on them. Now, he could hold a conversation with almost any of his classmates and work with them for training. Something told him it was partly due to the group of extroverted idiots he'd collected. They would barge in at any given moment, grinning and eager to just spend time with him. He could laugh with them, they helped him when he needed it and he helped them any other time. It made for an interesting school life, one he wasn't eager to let go of at all. Even over the summer, where he'd barely seen them, he'd wondered what they were doing and participated in the group chat. Without them, he likely wouldn't have opened up to Midoriya and gotten the truth. His stubborn pride didn't have limits, but it had been chipped at over the course of a semester, only to be torn down in two days of a summer and an exam. His friends slowly helped him build it back up, which he was happy about. They'd become almost like a pack, caring for each other when they knew someone else couldn't. If he needed to, there's no one else he'd trust more with important things, which is something he'd never thought he'd have before coming to UA. It left him in slight awe, since in his hands, Bakugo had a physical depiction of his growth since the day they moved in to then. And he was grateful as hell for it. He closed the sketchbook, setting it back where he found it, then pulled out his phone. Text to Kaminari Denki: I'll meet you by the gate an hour after class, don't be late. Now, he needed to get dressed and play the waiting game.

Kaminari said he had never been the kind of person to look at his texts during class. That was the biggest lie in the world. In reality, he checked his phone every few minutes. Be it to check a text or his email or just to kill time. So seeing his soulmate sending him a text during the last few minutes of English class sent a swell of warmth through his body. Bakugo wanted to hang out with him, of course he was happy! He anxiously waited through class, unable to focus. He glanced at the clock every few seconds, and got his ass handed to him royally in training. Aizawa even took him aside and asked if he needed to be escorted back to the dorms for his heat. As tempting as it sounded, he confessed the truth to the man. Aizawa rolled his eyes and told him to get his head on straight before heading back to class. Kaminari exuded happy pheromones for the rest of the day, sunny days wrapping with chocolate cookies over his normal scent. Everything seemed to go well; Bakugo was back to normal, his friends were happy, things were looking up. Of course, he still wished he could find his testing toy, but beggars can't be choosers. Time ticked by and by, slower at times than others. When class finally ended, Kaminari was the first to bolt out and the first one to his dorm room. He couldn't wait to see what was in store!! He needed a shower first, though. Training was intense and ran late. Water wasn't his element, but it needed to be done. He hummedas he washed up, making sure he didn't smell of any other Alphas from classes today. He didn't want to piss off Bakugo; he wanted to try to confess how he felt. Soulmate things were hard, he'd learned. Sometimes Bakugo would growl at him if he'd spent too much time around other Alphas and smelled like them, outside of their little friend group of course, and Kaminari found himself nosing his way more and more into Bakugo's life. They were doing the exact things Recovery girl warned them not to do, which left them in an odd limbo-romance. Close enough to be overly clingy and platonic, but teetering on the edge of something more. All it would take is a few words or an action, and they'd fall into a pit of romantic cliches and statistics. Kaminari wanted that. He wanted it badly, to be able to kiss the Alpha and hug him and go out on stupid dates, to do what couples do without it being under the guise of having to for their health. It's all he thought about as he dried off and redressed, an ohm symbol shirt which doubled as the signal for Omega--Really, he should have figured out his nature sooner, how ironic--and black jeans. The wind howled outside, having picked up while he'd been in the shower, and he decided to grab a light jacket and head on his way. If he could get the words out, could tell Bakugo how he felt, then maybe things would properly change. Maybe, with him, he didn't have to be the heir of a company, didn't have to be the family screw up and he didn't have to even be an Omega or a hero hopeful; he could just be Denki, he could be someone with a soulmate enjoying their time together. But, did Bakugo want that too? Did he want to be just Katsuki, instead of having the expectations of being a designer like his father and always being the best? Did he want to get rid of the ideology of having to win in everything and anything, and be able to accept his losses both big and small? If that's what he wanted, then Kaminari wanted to be the one who could do that for him, even if Bakugo couldn't do it for him. His nerves shot up as he walked towards the gate, seeing Bakugo already waiting for him with a bag in hand. He briefly wondered what could be in there, since Bakugo was holding it protectively. "Hey!" Kaminari waved, "What's up?" "Took ya long enough to fucking get here!" Bakugo yelled, more of a growl, and Kaminari grinned though his heart still raced. "I know, I know. Sorry~" He chuckled, reaching out for Bakugo's hand to hold. "What'cha got there?" "Wait until we get to the fucking park, idiot!" "Kay, Katsuki!" Bakugo would never get over the rush hearing his name from Kaminari's lips gave him. It filled his body with this fuzzy feeling which caused heat to rise in his cheeks and ears, caused his hand to twitch and his heart to clench. The laugh which accompanied his name filled him with pride. He made his Omega happy, he caused him to laugh, and he would keep doing so until the day he died. The park wasn't a long walk from the dorms, no more than fifteen minutes at a normal pace and even less if one were to run. The summer heat was giving way to crisp fall air, the slight chill of the wind blowing around them. Bakugo lead Kaminari to the fountain, sitting down and the Omega sat next to him, head tilted. Bakugo had never confessed to someone before, he didn't know how it was usually done. Kaminari looked hesitant, and Bakugo decided to do what he'd always done; say what was on his mind, do what he wanted, and fuck the consequences. He set the bag down, taking the contents of it in his hand as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the Omega's quickly as he shoved the stuffed animal to the other blonde's chest. Kaminari yelped, his static building with his surprise, yet he controlled it this time. Okay. Bakugo was kissing him. Kaminari shut his eyes and pressed against the Alpha, head tilted, and he gave in to what he wanted, only for the Alpha to pull away, letting go of the thing pressed against his chest. Kaminari glanced down at the toy he now had in his lap, which fell when released, and blinked in surprise. His old hedgehog toy, which he'd noticed had gone missing a while ago, was right there. "What the heck?" He said, to both the kiss and the toy. "I fixed it up for you, dumbass!" "That's... Katsuki, you didn't have to do this." "Too bad, I did." "A-And what the heck was the kiss about? You don't do things like this unless you're trying to court an omega!" Bakugo stared at Kaminari and growled, causing the younger to jolt. "That's what I'm fucking trying to do, dumbass!" "Wait. What?" Kaminari blinked. Bakugo was trying to court an Omega? He didn't see another Omega around, but there's no way he meant him. No way. Kaminari was not that lucky. He could barely get critical hits in a video game, he wasn't lucky enough to have the object of his affections like him back. "Are you really that dense?!" Bakugo's hands twitched, his voice dropping to a whisper to finish his sentence, "Holy shit, I fell in love with a fucking idiot." But Kaminari heard, oh he heard and it sunk in. Yet, like an idiot, all he could say was, "Wait, you love me?" "Un-fucking-fortunately." "I love you too." "Good. Now. Let's get one thing straight, Sparky." Bakugo growled, "I am going to become the best. Alone. That means you need to keep up, and we're not doing the fucking. Mating thing." He spat the word out as if it were poison, and Kaminari could understand why. Mated pairs could be incredibly strong, but they came with a massive weakness. If one died, the other often followed shortly after. Either someone killed them in a weakened state, or the depression overtook them. All in all, it was a reasonable statement. "Okay, so. What are we?" Kaminari asked, squeezing his plush toy with a purr. "Since when did we need shit like labels?" "Fair, but you have to call me Denki. At least when we're alone. And we're gonna o a lot more kissing, okay?" Bakugo grinned, a wicked idea forming in his head. He leaned forward once more, kissing the purring Omega with a growl. "You're mine, Denki." Together, they created a storm which would blow everyone else away; they were meant for each other, and the waiting only made everything better.

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