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cryptid-killjoy · 4 months ago

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"Is it?" Brigitte asked hoping Thomas would lead into a story of why it was special.

Brigitte felt the same about Thomas. The moment the man was important to Flotsam he was on the radar. The warmth of family extended across worlds with this one.

Zeke would call to Elsa as her ice-mallow hit the ground, "It was a compliment. Don't think I don't remember you, girlfriend. Riding all up on my back helping the cause." Everything in Zeke wanted to say 'helping ol' fork-eye over there' instead of the cause, but even the Wolf's had learned sometime's it was best to tone things down... just a little. Maybe. Sometimes. Off and on.

Valerie was getting complimented to no end as usual from Thomas. Everyone was laughing as Zeke called out, "Sho' nuff, sho' nuff. You got me there, boi." He was also shoving bacon into the chocolate fountain and shoving them into his cheeks one after the other garbling his words. Zeke was not wasting his time on earth. He was staying right there by the good food next to this buffet.

But it was Valerie's eyes that lit up when she saw her sister back from the dead that bestilled her heart. She'd spent so much time praying for a Jetsam return year after year, not for her sake, but for Scout's, her mind didn't even fathom any other lost. Her heart had been aching so much for her daughter's broken one. But, the moment she saw her sister she was free to feel her own. But, it filled up so quickly it didn't have time to panic. Zeke's voice came bolstering in bantering with Thomas. All she could do was laugh at first because her body couldn't move forward.

It took her moment to gain control and River helped keep her balance when she nearly toppled over at the shock. Then there'd be a run in that big autumn dress kicking off her heels as she went. She didn't care. She slammed her arms around Brigitte and held on tight.

Oh yeah, it was family hug time. River slowly moved in. He was moving extra careful at this point not wanting to digress any further and have pieces of himself fall off. It didn't work. Once Zeke got involved with those Big Bad Wolf arms one of River's was pulled out of socket by the elbow as they group hugged too tight.

Zeke bent over and picked up River's forearm and hand. He handed him the limb and said, "Oops. Uhh here."

"Thanks Uncle Zeke." He'd say attempting to pop the joint back in place. None of this would phase Valerie though. She was too used to it with Sparky. This was old hat to her. Corpse people were commonplace in her mind. She was a happy pea in her family huggie pod that couldn't quit grinning now.

"I don't know why I didn't expect to be this happy today." She was beaming brighter than she had in who knows how long. Her daughter was finally not going to be heartbroken by the end of Halloween. River progressed to visits. She was in a gown surrounded by family and friends.

Time wise this is when TSG would have started his upbeat music and she could see her children behind her eyes having fun out in the streets of Feral shooting zombies and racing cars. They were never missing from her scene. Everything felt so alive to her, the togetherness was back. Even Cheshire, the cuddler as Thomas seemed to refer. Having her bestie in sights was all the more love. Valerie felt like her heart was going to explode with happiness and for a broody little shit like their inner Flotsam that was saying something.

She'd start having a three way dance with Zeke and Thomas that spread open with River and Brigitte. They were all dancing in group to the TSG activity expressing all their reunion joy when one more face came into the circle. She'd tap Thomas on the shoulder.

It was Raya. It was a bold move for Chip to even bring her to the party. Valerie hadn't realized he did. Still, it was her words in such a lucid state that caught Valerie's heart.

"I dance brothers sisters too? I sister too."

Valerie's hand went right to her chest and looked at Thomas like dear Savvy Above and Below, please dance with that woman. It was obvious she'd overheard and wanted to be a part of the pack. Then she put her arms up slowly, deceptively slow, as the woman could speed up out of nowhere like a vicious predator. But, she kept up the slothy-zombie-like motions lagging behind the beat wanting to join the group dancing aside Thomas.

Everything felt so surreal. Even Raya, the zombie-werewolf hybrid sis was lucidly coherant and participating. She kept watching to make sure Chip got a good view from wherever he was outside. Hell, even Chip seemed to be stable tonight. It was like all the cards were in their favor for once after all. It was making her head spin.

She wasn't used to feeling so much joy all at once. If she rolled her magic sight just right she could even see the brave wife that stayed home to watch all their children with a little help from the band members that back up Valerie. She could see the dobies like gaurd dogs paying attention to the perimeter and fighting Chip's zombie kids for the scraps that fell on the floor because her own were watching. She couldn't stop grinning no matter where she looked. She was completely surrounded by love and comedy.

Even in her mind all these reunions only made her memory serve her back to when her mama and papa showed up in the swamps from the beyond to meet Thomas. She was starting to realize she would never be alone. They were words Flotsam spewed since the beginning of time, but it was only now after all the loss, in this moment of unadulterated joy they truly believed it.

She went over to Thomas after letting the others dance with him awhile and put his hands on his face. For a Goddess of the dark she was shining bright. She'd say, "Top ten. Today's up there somewhere. I'm never forgetting today." Then she just kept looking at him cup overflowing.

She felt tipsy, tipsier than the amount she'd consumed. But it was actually her heart. It was racing again. That seemed to keep happening. Thomas was always there to help her know when to slow down so nothing ever got out of hand. She was pretty good at reading her own body too, but she was over excited tonight. Her hands started shaking around his face.

"I should probably sit down." She didn't let it phase her. It came on so fast. If Thomas heard it happening she probably wouldn't have listened right away she was so zoned into her dancing with the group. It was one of those kind of things that pass as quickly as they come after giving the body a second to calm down. Valerie was just still human and aging. The magical switches between Flotsam were stressing a body that had already been through the wringer.

When Valerie was in the chair River would come up and say he'd meet them back home. He was going back before he fell completely apart in front of everyone. Last goodbyes for this night didn't feel so strained knowing it wasn't really the last.

The night was settling down for Laveaus but Valerie was an electric lamp burning bright. She sat in her chair forced to relax a bit and was watching her family dance and eat and talk. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like happy crying. Maybe during preggo time? With the triplets?

The night wasn't just settling down for the Laveaus. The clock was ticking for every spirit that had already passed on. It wouldn't be long till Delta's ball was left with only those who actually garnered true invitations.

Thomas was the one who knew the real reason why River stuck around their New Zealand home. Protecting Flotsam, protecting Valerie, just basically protecting all of them, really, from what they couldn’t see on the other side. Thomas knew a lot of Hell. Valerie knew a lot about the nether in general. But there were still things that could not be seen, could not be felt. The door was open but River was acting like the bouncer, kicking out anyone that didn’t belong.

So the fact that River Laveau was here, in Feral, on Halloween night, seemed like a God-send.

There were many here that he was happy to see, especially Brigitte. He had felt her loss geatly, along with Zeke’s - and along with a lot of the wolves that he had called ‘the boys’. The ones that had helped him with building a house for the Trouillefous, working all day, teasing them but also chastizing them for the looks that they’d give Valerie when she would bring out cold drinks to them all. But Brigitte was even more special. She was family.

“I’d hope so - it’s a very special hat,” He grinned. Oh, a gift from Jules. Ever so special because it came from Hell itself, the very tailor to the demons. Despite his own faith, he still took it as a great compliment. It was hypocritical, in a way, but wasn’t life? Nothing in it was perfect, save for his wife of course.

He didn’t mind the closeness - she was very much like a sister to him. A found sister, since he wasn’t close with his blood. He traded them all in for this found family, and hadn’t looked back. He put an arm respectfully around her back, never once even thinking about venturing into dangerous territory. His natural warmth was there to share,like that was exactly what it was made for.

Even if he took Brigitte everywhere in the room, his eyes would always be wandering back to his leading lady, the star of every show, even if he was quite present with Brigitte. He saw that hand coming up for the wave and his body was instantly turned towards her with a ‘look at who I’ve got!’ expression on his face.

Thomas was all ready for this group hug, even beckoning River to come and join it too, since he was solid enough to do it. He might not be running around with his siblings right now, but he was still definitely entitled to a family moment like this.

“And it looks so goddamn good on you, too,” Thomas mumbled admiringly into the shoulder of his love, giving it a light kiss since she was so close. Oh, her in Autumn. He could recite odes, hell, he could even write prose about how this was her season. And she was born it in, her birthday having just past - it was truly meant to be.

Oh. Now there was a voice that he had REALLY been wanting to hear tonight.

If he smiled any bigger, his cheeks would be hurting. As it were, they were turning a rosy shade of pink as if it was Christmastime and Jack Frost had just nipped at his skin.

Keeping his arms around the shoulders of both girls, he looked over to Zeke to catch that point and to laugh because oh, he had a point. Christmas was a big thing in the Laveau household. Even with the people missing, it always felt like home when they had the tree up and the sweaters home. “You’re not fooling us, Zeke,” He called over. “You weren’t forced into those sweaters and you know it.”

Elsa wasn’t quite as pleased. Okay, this was a beautiful night and it was good to see Valerie and River being so happy, and Koda off on adventures with his best friend, and all that. But having a marshmallow thrown at her by a ghost was not what she was hoping to have happen tonight.

While Flotsam roasted his with a quick zap, Elsa froze her so it dropped onto the ground in front of her with a very audible thud. She looked down at it and then up to Zeke. “I think there was a compliment somewhere in there, so thank you?” It still came out sounding more like a question, as if she wasn’t entirely sure.

“About to?” Thomas asked Brigitte. He thought it had been weird the second that they stepped back into their old stomping grounds and found that it had changed in so much more than name. Feral had turned Feral. “I think we’re past that one.”

Cheshire was proving that. The Laveau-Cuddler, as Thomas affectionately thought of her, had come on through, looking like a human disco ball, or some sort of Avatar creature on acid, and shooting marshmallows through her ears. It was weird. But it was also very entertaining, and Thomas shook his head with a chuckle, watching as she left, going to - wherever it was that she was going next, who knows.

Even if he wasn’t in such a good mood himself, Valerie’s would definitely have put him into one. That smile of hers, that excitement, that euphoria was just so goddamn contagious. One day, experts might even say that it was the cure for all sorts of depression, this very smile, right here. He leaned over and he kissed her cheek, absolutely adoring seeing her like this.

“What a night,” He said, shaking his head in awe.

#valeriexthomas #zekexthomas #zekexelsa #rayaxthomas #brigittexthomas #riverxthomas

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little-mimikyuwu · 4 years ago

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Hnnn,,,

#im like #collin #i love you so much #will you see this? hopwfully not #but god oh mighty #i fucking love the shit out of you collin #i cant wait to be able 2 kiss you and give you a big ol huggie <3 #and give you toms of cuddles #also i find your alastor voice impression adorable and god do you maoe my stomach flutter #plasmas bullshit #plasmas confessions #<3 #plasma vents

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eternal-panik · 4 years ago

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#want to give my bf kiss #give my bfs kiss #big kisses big hug kiss kis hug kiss #give big lots love #lovey huggy hug hug #with a big ol smooch #lots of good happy feels #want to give affection #affection brain go brrrrr #i'm fucking tired #and gay #give them a big ol gay smooch #they get to choose where #cheek? lips? all their choice #i will kiss away bro i will kiss until i cannot kiss no more

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hockeyboysarehot · 2 years ago

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Trevor would totally whip out the “big ole bobcat” meme

HUGGY AS A THE MAN OF HONOR OMGOMG

LAVENDER HAZE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

specific lyrics: “i been under scrutiny. you handle it beautifully. all this shit is new to me.” and “all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride. the only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife.”

not my gif

“y/n, when are you and Trevor gonna get married?” a reporter asks as i walk through the hallways of Honda Center, away from the Ducks dressing room and up towards the seating. i send a stiff smile their way and continue walking, effectively ignoring their question.

i’ve been dating Trevor since we were sixteen. five years together and you’d think i would be used to this by now, but it’s harder than one would think.

of course Trevor and i have talked about marriage, when you’ve been together this long, it’s inevitable that you’ve talked about it. but we’ve mutually decided to wait until it feels right for us. we’re only twenty-one after all. but it seems that it’s the only question i get asked nowadays.

sure, when i ran into reporters in the past, they may have asked me this question a couple times, but usually they just asked me what it was like to be high school sweethearts with an nhl player or what kind of things Trevor does at home to get ready for a game. but now it’s always ‘when are you guys getting married?’ and ‘y/n has Trevor proposed yet?’.

having been dating Trevor since his USNTDP days, it’s definitely different dealing with him now having real fans and him being approached at restaurants for pictures. i don’t mind it, but it can get to be a bit much when with his fame comes hate towards me. girls telling me i’m not good enough for him or that they could treat him better and whatnot. every photo i post on instagram has at least twenty comments saying such things.

i’m sat on the couch waiting for Trevor to get home from his game. i left right after it ended, Trevor texting me that he had to do interviews and that Jamie would drop him off at home.

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@y/n11: the secret is out, i’m actually just @trevorzegras personal photographer 📸

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@user1: y/n using her boyfriend for clout again lol

@user2: alexa play treat you better by shawn mendes

@jackhughes: i’m stealing Louie next time i visit

@y/n11: good luck, Trevor might actually disown you as a friend if you try

@jackhughes: @y/n11 sounds like a win-win situation to me

@user3: how has it taken me months to realize she changed the number in her username to match Trevor’s jersey number? didn’t she used to be y/n46?

@user4: yeah, and before that she was y/n9 to match his usa number. they’re so cute 😭 i wonder if she’ll change her username to y/nzegras when they get married

@trevorzegras: and you’re the cutest photographer there ever was

@y/n11: i wanna smooch your face 💋💋

@_alexturcotte: whipped

@trevorzegras: @_alexturcotte i don’t see you with a girlfriend so which one of us is really winning here?

@user5: oh look, another post of Trevor. anyone wanna take a guess on what her next post will be? hint: it probably won’t her ugly ass

@_quinnhughes: miss you! come visit soon!

@trevorzegras: aww miss you too Huggy!

@_quinnhughes: @trevorzegras did it look like i tagged you? you can stay in Anaheim

@y/n11: miss you too Hugs! i’ll come with Trev on their next game there and root for you! 🧸

@user6: lmao she’s rooting for another guy? slut. bet she’s bounced around to all Trevor’s old teammates + Quinn

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i scroll through the comments on my recent instagram post, seeing all the girls insulting me or saying i use Trevor for fame. am i not allowed to post my boyfriend anymore just because he’s in the NHL?

i didn’t realize i had tears welling in my eyes until one drops onto my screen. wiping it off, i hear the front door open and shut, Trevor arriving home. i listen to the mundane sounds of him slipping his shoes off and dropping his keys into the dish by the door before i hear his footsteps coming towards the living room. i hastily wipe away my tears and sniffle before he can see that i’ve been crying.

“hey, baby.” i say, my voice not quite recovered from my throat being closed up while i was crying, but Trevor doesn’t seem to notice. he takes the seat next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in so my head lays on his chest.

“hi, love. did you see that goal i made for you?” he asks and i chuckle.

“i did. you did amazing, babe. i’m so proud of you.” i tell him, wrapping my arm around his waist and squeezing him tighter to me. he drops a kiss to the top of my head and i can feel the smile on his lips.

“lemme see that pretty face.” he whispers, nudging my chin up with his hand. but when i look up at him, his smile drops. “hey, what happened? why were you crying?”

he rubs at my cheek with his thumb, tracing my puffy under eye with the tip of it. i shake my head slightly.

“it’s nothing, Trev.” he shakes his head and scowls.

“it’s not nothing if it made my girl cry. now tell me.” he says.

“it was just the comments on my instagram post. there were these girls—” i cut myself off, not knowing if i want to tell him what they said.

“hey, what? ‘there were these girls’ what?” he asks softly.

“these girls were commenting that i was using you for clout, and that i was ugly. and another one said that i’ve probably gotten with you and all your friends.” i whisper. his face contorts in disbelief before dropping into an angry frown.

“don’t listen to them.” he tells me. i open my mouth to rebut but he speaks again. “i’m serious, y/n. don’t pay them any attention. i know you’re not using me. i mean, you put up with my annoying, class clown ass in high school. if that doesn’t speak wonders then i don’t know what does.”

i giggle and land a light smack against his chest.

“i happen to have liked your annoying, class clown ass.” i tease.

“and i still wonder why.” he shrugs. “as for the other comments, you’re gorgeous, princess. you’re so beautiful. i still can’t believe i get to wake up every morning and see that pretty face. i can’t understand for the life of me, why you stay with me when you’re so out of my league. but i’m so grateful that you do, because i can’t imagine where i’d be and what my life would be like without you.”

i smile at his sweet words and lean up to kiss his lips.

“i love you.” i mumble against them.

“i love you too, babygirl.” he presses one more quick peck to my lips before pulling away “also, i know you’ve never been with any of my friends. i mean, c’mon, why would you want them when you can have this?”

he sweeps a hand down his body and i bark out a laugh. he smiles down at me, running his hand through my hair before he stops it at the back of my neck, pulling me in for another, deeper, kiss.

“you know, i’ve been thinking.” he tells me when he pulls back.

“oh that’s never good.” i say.

“ha ha ha.” he narrows his eyes at me, slipping the hand from the back of my neck in order to use it to shove my forehead, making me fall back onto the cushion of the couch behind me. “i was thinking, maybe next year?”

“maybe next year what?” i ask, face contorting in confusion.

“maybe next year we should get married.” he says. i pop back up into a sitting position quickly, nearly hitting my head against his. he chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Trevor Zegras did you just propose to me?” i ask, my tone incredulous. “on our couch?!”

“yeah, i guess i did.” he says. “what do you say? you wanna be my wife?”

“i could hit you right now.” i tell him.

“so, it that a no?” he asks, an eyebrow raised in questioning. i shuffle onto his lap, straddling him and grabbing his face in my hands.

“there is nothing in this world that i want more than to be your wife.” i whisper, leaning my forehead against his.

“oh thank god.” he sighs. he sticks his hand in his pocket, shuffling around in it before pulling his hand back out in a fist. he opens his fist to reveal a ring box. “because i’ve had this ring since we were eighteen.”

tears sting my eyes, my heart leaping in my chest as i pull my head back from his. he opens the box, showing off a beautiful white gold ring with a pear cut diamond and a twisted halo design.

“since we were eighteen?” i ask. “but that’s the year that we were fighting all the time.”

“yeah, and you stayed. despite all the stupid arguments, you still made sure we never went to bed angry at each other, and you stuck by my side.” he takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto my finger before pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“i love you so much.” i whisper before capturing his lips with mine. he pulls back a second later to mumble out his own ‘i love you’ before he resumes kissing me.

but then a thought pops into my head and i pull away, furrowing my brows at him.

“why did you have the ring in your pocket right now?” i ask him.

“well i had this whole plan that i was gonna bring you out on the ice before warm ups and ask you there but, when it came down to it, it didn’t feel right. i wanted the right moment. and now felt right.”

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@y/n11: forever with you sounds pretty great @trevorzegras

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@trevorzegras: i’m pretty damn lucky that i’ll get to call you my wife 🤍

@jackhughes: finally! i was beginning to think he would never use that damn ring! congrats guys

@y/n11: you knew about the ring?!

@jackhughes: @y/n11 who do you think helped him pick it out?

@colecaufield: congrats you guys! can’t wait to be the best man

@jackhughes: think again bud, i’m gonna be the best man

@_alexturcotte: @jackhughes i think we all know that I’M gonna be the best man because Trevor likes me best

@y/n11: @jackhughes @_alexturcotte thank you cole! and i hate to be the bearer of bad news but the best man will definitely be Louie … gotta go 🏃‍♀️

@_quinnhughes: congratulations! so happy for you two!

@y/n11: thank you Huggy! get ready to go suit shopping because i can’t imagine anyone else being my man of honor

@lhughes_06: damn, Z beat me to it. i was gonna ask you this summer at the lake house! happy for you though 🥲😪

@y/n11: aww sorry Moosey! keep an eye out just in case forever doesn’t work out

@griffinzegras: can’t wait for you to officially be my sister!

@y/n11: aww you’ve been my baby brother for 5 years but now it’ll be legally true! can’t wait to boss you around!

@griffinzegras: @y/n11 i take it back @trevorzegras any way that you wanna take her back to the pound?

@trevorzegras: @griffinzegras nah, i like this one. i’mma keep her

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cg-twys-daycare · 2 years ago

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Sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad :(

Would a big ole huggy help? Here you go kiddo.

#caregivertwyla asks #sfw caregiver #sfw littlespace

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the-bluerecluse · 2 years ago

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Midoriya's First Heat

MHA- Dekubowl (Deku x everyone (but really just Deku x Class 1a minus Mineta cause he got expelled or something idk fuck him)) | SFW Omegaverse

Summary: Midoriya begins pre-heat. It's his first heat. How does that work in the dorm system?

Part of my OmegaDekuBowl series

SFW Angst/Fluff

inspiration: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1539151 // https://archiveofourown.org/series/1701352

Thank you so much to @cozysafechaotic for being my beta! Really appreciate it.

btw this is chaptered on my ao3 but here on tumblr im not bothering with chapters anymore for finished fics. one big ol fic for yall.

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Tired. That was the way to describe Midoriya’s current mental state.

He had no idea why he was so tired. Too much training? Too little sleep?

Maybe it was the fact that he’d cleaned the entire common area and cooked dinner all by himself that afternoon.

His friends had tried to pitch in but he was absolutely adamant about doing everything himself. Why couldn’t they see that he just wanted to take care of them?

After class had let out, he pretty much beelined for the dorms with nothing on his mind except helping his friends. Cleaning, cooking, all of it. Come to think about it, he’d been pretty huggy too.

Well, he just wanted his class to feel good! What was wrong with that?

“You good, Midoriya? You’ve been pretty busy.” Kirishima said to him as he walked past. He had a finished plate of curry in his hands, the dinner Midoriya had made for all of them.

“I’m fine, Kiri, really.” He sighed. Why was everyone asking that?

“Alright. Well, you know you can talk to us, right?”

“I’m fine.” He said, sounding admittedly tired, even to himself.

Even if he did clean and cook all afternoon, he shouldn’t be this tired. He trained day in and day out, why was this exhausting him? He inhaled. The smells of his class filled his mind, easing his tension bit by bit.

He spotted a discarded jacket on the floor near the couch. Without thinking, he quickly picked it up. Why did he do that? Oh, probably laundry. Yeah, it needed cleaning.

He held it up to his face and took a deep breath. It was Kirishima’s.

Alpha.

Warmth filled his core and he smiled.

“Oh, you found my jacket.” Kirishima yelled from the kitchen with a slight waver in his voice.

“Oh, uh, yeah. It was on the floor so it’s probably dirty. I’ll clean it for you. No worries!” Midoriya rushed off before he could hear again how he needed to take it easy.

He rubbed the cotton material in his hands as he rode the elevator up. As he stepped off onto his floor, he found himself entering Tokoyami’s room. He searched the darkened area and found a cloak hanging off the side of the bed. It smelled of him, like ash and a dark roast coffee.

He grabbed it and exited the room, now holding a hoodie and a cloak as he approached Aoyama’s room.

…

Jirou stepped off the elevator on her floor. She was still worried about Midoriya but she couldn’t find him on his floor. Eventually, she figured she’d just retire to her room and Midoriya would reach out for help if he needed it.

What she didn’t expect was to see Midoriya leaving her room with an armful of clothing.

“Uh, Midoriya? Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Midoriya blinked and looked at her as if escaping from a trance. “Yeah?”

“What’s… with the clothes?”

The greenette looked at the clothes in his arms with a puzzled expression. “Um… laundry?”

“You don’t seem too sure about that.”

“I guess that’s what I’m doing.” He shrugged.

Wait a minute.

Cleaning, cooking, extra touchy, and now he was stealing clothes.

Jirou’s eyes widened. “Midoriya, are you… um,” She winced, not knowing how to phrase it politely. “Are you, uh, nesting… like, in a pre-heat?”

Midoriya furrowed his brow at her, as if what she said was insane. After a moment, his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “My heat? Oh crap! Am I gonna have my first heat?”

“Wait, your first? I thought Present Mic said omegas got their first heat in middle school?”

“I-I’m a… late bloomer.” Midoriya flushed and grimaced. “Crap, I’m going into heat. I didn’t even think about this when we moved into the dorms. Am I gonna have my heat here? What am I gonna do?!” Midoriya was hyper-ventalating and shaking.

Jirou focused on pumping out as much soothing beta scent as possible, knowing that her number one goal was calming him down.

It worked, though just a bit, as Midoriya’s breathing slowed and deepened and he stopped trembling.

“Let’s head downstairs, we’ll calm down first, yeah? Plus, everyone will be relieved to know what’s been going on. Didn’t we talk about in class how when someone’s in heat they need to feel safe with people they’re close to? I know we’re not family, but we can try and help?” Jirou held out her hand and Midoriya hesitantly took it. She led the omega to the elevator and the two headed to the commons, Midoriya still holding an armful of clothes.

“Do you want to tell everyone when we get down there?” Jirou asked.

“I don’t know.” Midoriya whimpered and gripped the clothes he had tightly.

“Uh, you don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to. I can probably spin some excuse for you.”

“I…” Midoriya paused. Jirou sent out more beta scent to help calm him and he continued. “I need to go ask Mr. Aizawa what I’m gonna do for my… heat. I’d like… someone to come with me.”

“That’s no problem. Who do you want?”

…

“What do you think’s been up with Midoriya?” Kirishima asked to the group sat in the living area with him.

“I’m not sure, but it’s definitely odd behavior.” Todoroki answered.

“There’s no way the nerd looks that exhausted just from some cleaning and cooking, something else is up.” Bakugou said, looking as unperturbed as ever, though there was still some worry evident, just barely.

“Perhaps something is wrong with Eri. They’ve been particularly close ever since the School Festival.” Iida offered.

“Nah, Amijiki’s been talking about Mirio and Eri and she’s been totally fine.” Kirishima responded.

The elevator dinged and Jirou and Midoriya entered the commons. Most of the class turned to look and raised an eyebrow at Midoriya’s armful of clothes.

“You, like, on a laundry run or something?” Kaminari asked.

Midoriya ducked his head and flushed.

Some of the class picked up that something was wrong. The omega was letting out distress pheromones and you could see it all over his face, too.

“Are you alright, Midoriya?” Momo asked.

“Do you want me to ask?” Jirou spoke softly to Midoriya so only he could hear. He nodded his head.

“Midoriya needs to go talk to Mr. Aizawa.” She looked to two alphas near the tv. “Bakugou, Iida, you wanna go with him?” She shot them a very intense ‘go, don’t ask questions’ look.

“Of course!” Iida shot up in an instant.

“Tch. Fine.” Bakugou got up, looking reluctant, but Midoriya could tell that he wanted to go.

“Hey, is he okay?” Kaminari asked.

“He’s fine, just chill out.” Jirou shrugged, trying to keep people from prying until Midoriya was ready.

“Thank you.” Midoriya said and handed the clothes in his arms to Jirou so he could begin walking to the door, to which the two alphas singled out followed.

As soon as the three were outside the dorms, Bakugou broke the silence. “Okay, spill, what’s going on?” causing the omega to wince.

“I’m… in pre-heat.”

“What?” The two alphas practically yelled.

“Ah, I assume we are going to Mr. Aizawa to ask about your accommodations during your cycle.” Iida said.

“So that’s why you’ve been acting weird.” Bakugou muttered. The omega nodded with a red face.

“Rest assured that we will do anything to help you through your heat, Midoriya.” Iida announced whilst chopping the air.

That brought at least a little comfort to the omega’s nerves as they made their way to Mr. Aizawa’s office.

…

Aizawa was grading Kaminari’s paper, making a variety of marks as the door opened. He looked up from the homework and raised an eyebrow at Iida and the two problem children.

“What is it?”

“Could you… wait outside?” Midoriya asked quietly to the two other students.

“Of course.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

The door closed and Aizawa was alone with a very nervous Izuku Midoriya. This had his attention.

“Why are you here?”

“So, I know we’re at the dorms because of the league and all, but… what do I do for my… heat? Do I have to have it here?” He asked, voice high and face aflame.

Aizawa blinked. That wasn’t anywhere near what he was expecting.

“You all were actually just about to have a class about this kind of thing tomorrow.” The teacher put the papers inside his desk and gave his full attention to his student. “It isn’t safe to send any of you home, so one of the new buildings constructed is what’s known as a Cycle Home. Do you know what that is?”

Midoriya shook his head.

“A Cycle Home is a building with heat rooms and rut rooms. As you can imagine, these are facilities for taking care of alpha and omegas in heats or ruts. They’re staffed by Cycle Specialists trained to help people through their cycles. UA has specifically hired Cycle Specialists for youths and we have A/B/O support on staff. Think counselors, but specifically for problems relating to secondary gender.”

“So… I stay in a heat room?”

“Pretty much. You’ll be escorted to the heat room and spend the duration of your cycle there under 24 hour supervision. You’ll have a laptop with internet access to attend classes and be provided food, water, medication, nesting materials, and a heat collar.”

“When do I go?”

“How long do your pre-heats usually last?”

Midoriya winced and went silent. After a moment, Aizawa sighed.

“If this is your first heat, then I’d say you should go right away. We’ll contact your family and let them know. If you’d like anything from home we can call and have it brought here. For now, you should go pack what you want with you in the heat room. If you want, a teacher can escort you, or you could have some of your classmates go with you.”

“I’ll have my friends come with me.” Midoriya bowed his head. “Thank you, Mr. Aizawa.”

“If you have any concerns about your heat or secondary gender, there are people in the heat rooms who will help you. Now go pack.”

“Yes, sir.” Midoriya left the room with a very tired Aizawa and explained the basis of what they discussed to the two alphas waiting outside.

“You’re going to be in the heat rooms? Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay with us in the dorms?” Iida asked as they began their walk back to Heights Alliance.

“I think it’s for the best. I’d be safer there, anyway.”

“Safer? Like anyone could keep you safer than I could. I’d kill anyone who tried to even get close to you.” Bakugou scoffed.

Midoriya felt his inner omega positively sing at that.

Alpha will keep us safe in heat. Alpha will protect us. Alpha wants us safe.

“Really?” He couldn’t keep himself from asking.

“Hah? You doubting my ability to keep you safe?”

“N-No, not at all, Kacchan!”

“So, will you be staying in the dorms with us after all?” Iida’s voice had a lilt of hopefulness to it.

The omega thought it over for a second or two. “No. This is my first. I don’t know what might go wrong. It’s best if there are professionals around in case something happens.”

“I understand. And I applaud you for taking your health so seriously.”

“Tch. Whatever, nerd.”

…

Midoriya ran through his packing checklist one more time in his head as he rode the elevator down.

Blankets, a pillow, my favorite All Might plush, laptop, clothes, underwear, toiletries, anything else?

His backpack was full to the brim with things for the heat room, causing him to wonder if he overpacked.

Once the elevator doors opened and his entire class seemed to be waiting in the commons for him. He had texted Jirou earlier that it was okay to tell the class since he had to leave for a week or two and that they should probably know why.

Turns out they were all quite concerned for him.

“Aw, Mido, you were being so sweet taking care of us, and now you’re leaving? Not fair!” Mina charged into him with a hug, almost toppling the two of them over.

“We would be happy to take care of you here, if that’s what you want.” Todoroki offered.

They really want me to stay, huh?

“Thanks, guys, but I’ve made up my mind.”

“That’s okay, Midoriya. We hope you feel better.” Tsu said.

“Yeah, for sure.”

“We wish you the best!”

“Au Revoir~”

Midoriya smiled and nodded.

“Forget it. Me and Glasses are taking him and that’s final.” Bakugou growled.

Midoriya looked over to see Bakugou baring his teeth at Todoroki and Tokoyami.

“I think it’d be a good idea for me to join you in escorting Midoriya to the Cycle Home.” The bi-colored alpha said.

“As if. The nerd chose me, got it?”

“Dark Shadow and I wish to join as well.”

“What part of ‘he chose us’ don’t you idiots get, huh?”

Midoriya walked between them. “All four of you can take me if you stop fighting.”

That shut them up. With a few grunts or nods of approval, the five of them set out for the other side of campus. Midoriya, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami, and Todoroki. Four alphas and one omega.

When they arrived, Midoriya felt like he was sweating through his jacket. All the anxieties were building up and now he was there, about to spend over a week without any of his friends or family in one of the most vulnerable points in his life.

“Are you feeling alright, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked softly.

“‘Course he’s not, you idiot.” Bakugou barked, ever the calm one.

They entered the building which had a similar look to Heights Alliance, not surprising, as they were built around the same time. There was a front desk with a friendly looking woman wearing pink glasses and a headband.

“Hi there, Izuku Midoriya?”

“Um, yes ma’am.”

“Alright, let me just sign you in. I just need to ask you a few questions about your cycle.”

“Oh, uh, right.” Midoriya nervously approached the desk.

“Have you started yet or are you in pre-heat?”

“Um, pre-heat.”

“This is your first, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have any medical conditions that we should be aware of?”

“No.”

“What is your pack status?”

“No pack.”

“Alright, that should do it. Allow me to show you to your heat room.” She stood and gestured for Midoriya to follow her. He turned to his friends first and bowed his head.

“Thank you for escorting me here. I’ll see you after this all blows over.”

“Of course we’d help. We are your class after all!” Iida proudly announced.

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t slack off. When you come back we’re going at it, 100%!” Bakugou scoffed and walked out of the building, followed by the other three alphas with various goodbyes.

Midoriya’s expression softened and he turned back to the woman to be led to his room.

The heat room was sort of similar to a hospital room in size. It had a large mattress on the floor with a closet, desk, and window. In the open closet was a large selection of blankets of various colors and sizes, most likely nesting materials.

“This is where you’ll be staying, feel free to make yourself at home. You’ll have three meals delivered to your room and two snacks a day. The bathroom is down the hall with showers as well. As you’re the only omega checked in at the moment, you have it all to yourself. A Cycle Specialist will be assigned to you to keep track of your progress, temperature, and water intake. We’ve received a delivery of a few blankets and pillows from your home which will be moved here momentarily.”

Modiriya nodded and began unpacking his things as the woman left him to his own devices. He plugged in his laptop and set it on the desk. He stored his clothes in the closet. He poured out all the nesting materials he had packed for himself onto the bed and put his bag of toiletries on the edge of his desk closer to the door for when he got ready for bed that night.

He stared at the room with a feeling of emptiness. What now? He had finished his homework and he couldn’t train now that he was in the heat room.

Usually he’d hang out with some of his friends. Talk with Iida and Uraraka, play some videogames with Kaminari and Sero, train with Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki…

He could make a nest. That’s what he was doing earlier, wasn’t it?

Midoriya grabbed some of the blankets from the closet. They were nesting blankets specifically, long, oddly-shaped, and extra soft. He smiled as he carded his fingers through the fibers. He brought them to his face and smelled…

Detergent. A nameless detergent that meant nothing to him.

Earlier, the clothes from his class… his friends, it smelled so nice. Warm, comforting, safe.

But these…

Well, he’d take what he could get.

As he was setting up the base for his nest, there was a knock. He told them to come in and it was the lady from before with a big box.

“Your mother sent you these from home. If you need anything, just let us know, your attendant will be here shortly to do a quick check-up.” She said before closing the door and leaving.

Finally, nesting materials that smelled safe.

Midoriya practically tore through the box. Most of them were old blankets that were his, but a few were his moms, smelling like chai tea and fresh dough.

And so, he got to work.

…

It was three AM. Midoriya could barely sleep. He felt anxious. He felt tired. Most of all, he felt alone. He had worked on his nest for hours but it just felt empty. He could smell his mom and his old home, but not his current home. Not any of his friends. Not Iida. Not Uraraka. Not Todoroki. Not Kacchan.

Now that he was aware he was going into heat, he could feel it. This unending tension and clinging exhaustion that wouldn’t let go. If everything he learned in class was right, he should be going into heat within the next day.

He couldn’t help but remember the clothes he had collected earlier. Kirishima’s jacket, Tokoyami’s cloak, Jirou’s hoodie, Aoyama’s shirt, Hagakure’s tank top… they all smelled so secure and reassuring. Throughout everything he and his class had been through together, their scents were a source of calm to him.

He wanted so badly to go collect nesting materials but he was stuck there now until his heat ended.

Midoriya pulled out his phone and opened the class group chat.

‘Midoriya: Hey guys. Do you think some of you would be willing to bring some nesting materials by the heat rooms at some point? Like shirts and blankets and stuff. Don’t feel like you have to though. It’s not super important’

He added the last part, unsure about how the request would make his class feel. An omega taking items for nesting was usually only for people they were close with and/or pack mates. He didn’t want to overstep anyone’s boundaries or sound like he was demanding their things for himself. Though, it couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

He put down his phone and tried to get some sleep before class tomorrow, which he’d be attending virtually.

…

The omega woke up to his phone alarm and an all-over body ache. He winced and groaned as he sat up and stretched.

Oh, right. Heat pain.

His usual morning routine went off decently well, a shower, teeth-brushing, taming his messy green lockes with a hairbrush, the usual. As he was just making sure his laptop was ready for the class, a Cycle Specialist knocked and entered.

He was a taller dark-skinned man with patches of gray scales on his face holding a clipboard and a satchel hanging off his shoulder. “Greetings, Midoriya. I’m your nurse, Mr. Higashi, I’ll be checking your vitals this morning and Nonaka will be here with your breakfast soon. If you could just sit at your desk, I’ll take your blood pressure and temperature.”

Midoriya sat and furrowed his brow as the nurse entered. He was careful not to stray too close to the nest, as entering an omega’s nest without being invited was generally a bad idea. “Is all this really necessary?”

“Technically, no. But, as you’re a hero student having his first heat under the care of UA, the staff want to make sure there’s no negative reaction by the body or that you may have some condition about your secondary gender that might affect your hero work.” Mr. Higashi said as he wrapped Midoriya’s arm in the cuff and took his blood pressure.

“Besides, between you and me, they’re mostly covering their butts. See, if a student has a bad heat experience under their care, you or your family could sue.” The doctor laughed. “And they can’t send you home because of all the villain attacks. So they gotta give you the best, or else they’re in trouble.”

That got a small chuckle out of him.

“Alright, your heart rate and blood pressure look good. Let’s take your temp.” The nurse scanned a thermometer over his forehead and hummed at the reading. “A little warm there. I’m guessing you’ll be starting your heat within the next 20 hours or so.” He quickly put his medical instruments in a small bag and picked up his clipboard. “I’ll go fetch Nonaka for you, be back in sec.” The nurse offered a cheerful smile and left.

Higashi walked down the hall and to the front of the building, looking for Nonaka when he saw a small crowd of students at the front holding a massive amount of clothing and blankets.

“Excuse me, may I help you?”

“We’re here to see Izuku Midoriya.” The taller one with glasses and dark blue hair spoke loudly with an air of authority.

Higashi looked down at his clipboard with Midoriya’s paperwork and scanned the top information section. Just as he thought. “Izuku Midoriya is not in a pack. Only immediate family and pack members are allowed to visit the omegas.”

“What? That’s ridiculous!” A shorter brown-haired girl said with a pout.

“We were asked to bring him some nesting materials. May we leave them for him?” One of the alphas of the group, the one with red and white hair, asked calmly.

“I’ll take them for now, go ahead and leave them on the front desk. If Midoriya says yes, then I’ll allow it.”

“Why the Hell wouldn’t he say yes when he’s the one who asked us to come here?” One of them, the winner of the Sports Festival, practically snarled in his face, as two others from the group put all the nesting materials on the desk as asked.

“Believe it or not, there are some people who will try and force nesting materials on omega’s in an effort to get them used to their scent so they may take advantage of them.”

A few in the group recoiled in disgust, while a couple others seemed offended at the implication.

“I’m not saying you guys are definitely doing that, it’s just something we have to be aware of. Midoriya’s still mentally in a place where he can accept and reject things, so I’ll talk with him about it.”

“Sorry, what did I miss?” Nonaka walked in at that moment, having probably gone to use the bathroom.

“Just some friends offering nesting materials, Nona, go ahead and grab Midoriya’s breakfast, I’ll take care of this.”

Nonaka nodded her head and left. Higashi looked back at the group.

“Thank you for the offerings for your friend. We’ll take it from here.”

“Of course. We thank you for your time.” Glasses bowed and corralled everyone out the door.

Higashi smiled at all the offerings piled on the front desk now. “Nice kids.”

…

“Midoriya?”

“Come in.” Midoriya said from his desk.

The lady from earlier with pink glasses, Nonaka, entered with a warm tray of food. “Breakfast. Lunch Rush makes all the food for the Cycle Home, so lucky you. I love his cooking.” She set the tray down on the desk and placed some chopsticks beside them.

“Thank you.” Midoriya quickly grabbed the tray and began eating his grilled fish, suddenly feeling extremely hungry.

“Also, did you ask for some nesting materials from your friends? A group of students came by with clothing and blankets for you.”

“Mm-hmm!” Midoriya hummed and nodded in between bites of food.

“Alright then.” Nonaka stepped out of the room and Midoriya heard a strained sound from outside. He looked to see Higashi bringing in an absolute mountain of nesting materials.

Midoriya inhaled in surprise and a bit of rice flew into his throat, causing him to cough and hack it up. As soon as he caught his breath Higashi stepped out and brought another mass of items.

“They brought all that for me?”

The two attendees laughed. “Yep. You’ve got a good group of friends there.” Higashi said.

“We’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you’re gonna wanna work on that nest now, huh?” Nonaka said, smiling at Midoriya’s vigorous nodding. She chuckled and the two left the room.

Midoriya was on cloud nine as the scents from all his friends filled his nose and head. Forget food, he was on the floor sorting out items in an instant, trying to figure out how each color and each scent would fit together in his perfect first nest.

There was so much material to work with, layers upon layers of cloth and cushion, Midoriya was in heaven.

He spent the next twenty minutes carefully placing each item in its exact spot within the nest. Just as he was making the important decision of where the alpha scents went, the alarm on his phone went off, alerting him that class was starting very soon. He reluctantly got up from his nest and went to his desk to start class.

—

The heat was really setting in.

It had been 3 days. He had made the perfect nest and for a moment he thought this might not be so bad.

Well, those anxieties he felt earlier about his first heat were not misplaced.

He hurt, and not a little either. One thing you could not say about Izuku Midoriya is that he had no pain tolerance. That was the opposite of the truth. He’d shattered his bones over and over again and kept fighting.

But this wasn’t like that. It was an ache. It was a throbbing burning ache in his core that spread across his body, and he had a headache to match.

And the actual heat part… Midoriya had fought Todoroki before, he’d been burnt by fire, this was worse.

At least in a fight he had adrenaline coursing through him that kept his mind from focusing on any pain or discomfort, but just sitting there in his nest, he could feel every inch of fire on his skin.

Heats weren’t normally like this, at least, not for adults, but as he had heard about in health class, heats and ruts when you’re young are irregular and abnormal and can easily be debilitating.

Lucky him.

On top of it all, all of his senses were cranked up to a hundred. Increased sensitivity, another effect of heats. Things were bright, pain was more intense, tastes were stronger, sounds were louder.

Thankfully, since the staff are trained for this sort of thing, they easily communicate and move around without making too much sound. And the food was already pretty bland, probably for this exact reason, so he could still eat pretty easily.

He laid in the fetal position in his nest, all clothes except boxers discarded, and fan on full blast. Classes were over for the day, so he didn’t have to keep trying to focus with his muted thoughts and fuzzy vision.

There was a knock and the door creaked open.

“Hey, Midoriya. I need to get your vitals real quick and then we’ll get dinner right out for you.”

Midoriya whined out something hoarsely and slowly sat up, holding out his arm for the blood pressure cuff.

Higashi gently took a seat beside him and set up the cuff. “At this rate, your peak heat should happen sometime between tonight and this time tomorrow. After that it’ll start to feel better.” He spoke softly as he took measurements. Midoriya was wincing at the cuff squeezing his arm, feeling everything so much more during this period.

The omega reached for his All Might plushie and held it close, needing something to squeeze. Higashi smiled but didn’t comment. He just scanned his forehead with the thermometer and hummed at the results.

“Did you finish your water from earlier?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Midoriya practically whispered as he handed him the empty bottle.

“Alright, let me get you a refill.” He took the bottle and left, allowing Midoriya to dramatically flop back down with a deep sigh.

The worst part of all of this was that throughout it all… he could only think about how much he wanted to be back at the dorms with his friends. He wanted them there. He wanted to nest there and bring them in, invite them in, and cuddle with them together. He cared about each of them so much. Their scents were great, and just about the only thing keeping him sane, but what he wouldn’t give for them there in person…

For now, all he could do was eat and guzzle water like his life depended on it.

…

“Alpha…” Midoriya whined and whimpered. His peak heat was here. His eyes were glazed over and he couldn’t move his body much. His thoughts were muddled… but there was still something on his mind. “Alphas… where?”

Higashi scribbled a few things down from his seat at the desk. He was required to keep ten minutes of watch over Midoriya every hour to make sure nothing alarming happened. He seemed physically fine, but Higashi was starting to think he did have a pack. Well, not yet, but he seemed very attached to a group of alphas, most likely those kids from earlier, and he wouldn’t doubt if he’d bonded to the betas too.

“You’re alright, Midoriya. Do you want more water?”

“Alphas… Kacchan. Want Kacchan.”

“Kacchan isn’t here. Do you want an ice pack?”

Midoriya curled up and whined pitifully.

“I’ll get you an ice pack in a minute, okay?”

Midoriya didn’t respond. Honestly, Higashi was surprised he had already responded as much as he did during his first peak heat.

The omega was clearly quite close to his friends. He wouldn’t be surprised if the next time he saw Midoriya he had formed a pack with them. A pack formed at a younger age came with some unique problems, but it wasn’t inherently doomed to fail. He’s seen many young packs who stayed together and made each other stronger, just what heroes in training could use.

Higashi wrote down a note to recommend A/B/O support to Midoriya. A counselor in secondary gender and pack dynamics could help him navigate a possible pack, or at least his relationship with these alphas. This ‘Kacchan’ in particular seemed to mean a lot to him.

He’d bring it up to him once he came out of his heat.

...

Midoriya quickly shoved his laptop and charger into his bag. He was finally getting out of this place!

His heat ended up lasting 8 days, 8 days too long if you ask Midoriya. He was thrilled to get back to his friends and classes and he was already mulling over which muscle groups to work out and which type of combat training would be best to jump back into after his break.

He had to request a box to store all the nesting materials his class had brought him. Extra care was taken to neatly fold them so they wouldn’t be so crumpled or wrinkly when he returned them.

It felt awful to have to take apart his nest that he worked so hard on, but if it meant leaving sooner, then he was all for it.

“Hi, Midoriya, may I come in?” Came Nonaka’s voice.

“Come in.”

“We’re almost ready for your checkout,” Nonaka said as she entered the room. “However, you’ve still got some lingering heat scent so you’ll be required to wear a heat collar on school grounds. Do you have one? If not, we have one you can take with you.”

The greenette blinked in surprise. “Uh, no, I don’t have a heat collar.”

“That’s alright.” She fished around in her pocket for a moment before pulling out a plain black collar wrapped in plastic. “Here you go. Let me just finish your check-out and you’ll be all good to go.” She waved and exited his room.

Midriya took the collar in his hand and fumbled with the plastic before sliding it off.

The collar was a thick fabric with two long strips of foam, meant to go over the scent glands, and a thin plastic buckle at the back. It was black and plain, as one should expect from something given out by medical staff. He rubbed his thumbs over the foam. It was soft yet firm, comfortable but still able to soak up the scent. It slid over his neck and snapped in the back with a small click.

Midoriya adjusted the collar a bit, trying to center it over his glands in just the right way before finally letting go with a satisfied smile.

With his bag zipped shut, and the heat room left just as it was found, the omega eagerly left the room and beelined for the lobby. 8am! There was still enough time to take his stuff back to his dorm and make his first class in person.

As he entered the lobby, he saw some familiar faces.

Was that… his entire class?

“Deku, you’re out!” Uraraka called and waved her hand in the air excitedly.

It’s true. His entire class was there. All 18 of them!

He couldn’t help it. After over a week of being alone in heat he ran up the group, not an ounce of hesitation, and practically tackled Bakugou in a hug.

Alpha. The words resided in his mind as he clutched onto Bakugou like his life depended on it.

“What the fuck? Deku?” Bakugou yelled, but didn’t push him away.

“Alpha.” This time he said it aloud in a satisfied sigh.

Though Midoriya couldn’t see it, as his face was buried in Bakugou’s chest, the alpha’s cheeks flared red and his eyes went wide.

“Midoriya, are you quite alright?” Iida asked, putting a hand on the omega’s shoulder, not paying attention to the death glare now upon him from Bakugou.

Midoriya pulled away with a smile like the sun. “Yeah. I just missed you guys.”

“We missed you too!” Mina, Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari all shouted at once.

There was a laugh from the desk. “Izuku Midoriya, you’re all checked out. You’ve still got class, but afterwards I’m sure your friends will be happy to keep you company. And be sure to come back if you have any other concerns.”

“I will.” Midoriya waved.

“Oh, and don’t forget the nesting materials your friends were so nice to have brought you.” Higashi said and he entered with the box of clothes and blankets.

“I got it!” Kirishima ran to the nurse and grabbed the box before heading back to the group.

“Alright, we have enough time to take Midoriya’s items to his dorm room and then go straight to class.” Iida announced and waved them all out of the building.

Midoriya practically skipped out of the building with Bakugou’s hand in his right and Iida’s in his left.

“So what was it like in there, Mido?” Mina asked.

“Boring.” He answered honestly. “I really miss classes in person, training, and just hanging out in the dorms with all of you.”

“Aww, we were missing you too. It’s just not the same without both the problem kids.” Mina snickered, expecting some retaliation from Bakugou, but instead the alpha in question was oddly quiet, staring at Midoriya like some kind of alien.

“I got an idea! Let’s run back to the dorms. Bet you’re ready to stretch those legs, huh, Midoriya?” Kaminari waved and began running.

Midoriya chuckled. “You’re right, I do need a run.” He let go off the alpha’s hands and began jogging down the pavement, oblivious to the effect it had on the two alphas. Within seconds, the entire class was running across campus which turned to a race. Midoriya had One For All Full Cowling active as he dashed over the cement and grass. With the wind and sun on his face and class beside him, he finally felt truly happy for the first time in over a week.

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