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fraudiidentity · 7 months ago

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IM NOT SORRY .

I FUCKING HATE YOU

BUT I LOVE YOU .

IM BAD AT KEEPING MY EMOTIONS BUBBLED .

YOU’RE GOOD AT

BEING PERFECT .

WE’RE GOOD AT BEING TROUBLED .

synopsis

⤷ when izuku takes a moment to reminisce , things seem odd . putting pieces together and remembering advice once given to him , he realizes katsuki was never the person he thought he changed to , and was always the same .

content warning

⤷ angst focused ; hurt / no comfort . manipulation + gaslighting , etc .

other things

⤷ word count : 1.3k

characters : izuku midoriya , katsuki bakugo .

fandom : my hero academia ( mha )

ship : bkdk ( technically one - sided )

izuku sat on his bed , a brown box that has accumulated dust over the past years of sitting in his room now opened and giving the green haired boy a chance to relive his childhood memories .

it brought him chuckles . the way katsuki gave him certain looks in the pictures , man kacchan really used to be rude .

he’s become better at controlling his emotions now though . he could never be the person he used to be with izuku as of now . they’ve been through a lot together and have came a long way .

well , he thinks . he can’t guarantee it . especially when the memories of people talking to him about katsuki floods his thoughts and blocks everything out .

‘ he’s a no good player . ’

no . he’s not like that .

‘ he doesn’t really love you . ’

no . he’s not like that .

‘ this is just another one of his pranks on you . ’

NO . HE’S NOT — . . .

he’s . . he’s not like that .

izuku was lost in the void of his mind . it was hard to go back to reality when he was in a spiral , lost in a rabbit hole . he was stuck , unable to—

“ IZUKU . ”

a familiar voice broke him out the trap that barricaded him to his mental realm .

“ huh ? ”

“ you okay ? you weren’t responding for awhile , it was like you blanked out . ”

“ oh— yeah im fine ! ”

a lie . it was a lie that left izuku’s lips . he wasn’t fine , he was worried . concerned . he never overthought anything anymore, especially not after middle school .

“ right . . anyway do you — ”

“ katsuki . . ”

. . .

the blonde’s face portrayed an expression of shock for a split second before his eyebrows furrowed . izuku never called him by his name . it was either kacchan to bring them back to good times , or it was pet names like ‘baby’ or ‘my love’ .

“ yes ? ”

“ do you love me ? ”

“ yes , of course i do . why do you ask ? ”

“ you’ve never told me you loved me before . everytime i say ‘ i love you ’ , you just respond with ‘ i feel the same way about you . ’ instead of directly saying it . ”

“ how does that mean i don’t love you ? ”

“ i just— ”

“ izuku we cannot keep having this conversation . i told you im bad at expressing myself the way I want to . ”

“ is it that you’re bad at expressing yourself or there’s no feelings to express . ”

“ izuku— ”

“ answer me . ”

“ izuku— ”

“ or is it that hard to admit it— ”

“ IZUKU . ”

silence flooded the room . izuku’s gaze was on the photos he’s close to crumbling , his fist attempting to go against what his mind tells him . meanwhile , katsuki was staring right at izuku , eyes full with annoyance .

“ are you even fucking listening ? how many times do i have to tell you— ”

“ tell me that you love me . ”

. . .

“ what ? ”

“ tell me you love me . say ‘ i love you ’ and this all will be over . ”

“ why the hell do i always have to give you reassurance ? i’ve told you about my problems showing my love for you , and you keep pressuring me to do something i find difficult . it hurts that you don’t have faith in me . ”

izuku sighed , putting the photos back in the box and averting his eyes to his hands that were now folded over his legs .

“ im— ”

“ you know , he’s just manipulating you to stay in the relationship . ”

“ you’re ? ”

“ im— im breaking up with you ! ”

red eyes widened in shock , which quickly became anger . the semi - calm facade that was being held on to was now shattered into miniature pieces of glass .

“ are you fucking serious ?! i give you everything that i can afford to and this is how you repay me ?! you’re such an ungrateful narcissist ! ”

“ listen kacchan im— ”

“ no — no no no ! NO . ”

izuku looked up , and oh how he regretted it . katsuki was becoming frantic with anger . small blood dripped from his hands because of how hard his fists were clenched .

“ you’re just going to leave me here ? by myself ? BECAUSE OF SOMETHING I CAN’T CONTROL ?? ”

his deafening voice echoed through the empty apartment , teeth gritted together . beads of tears formed at katsuki’s eyes , threatening to spill .

“ katsuki what the hell is your problem ?! why can’t you just try and understand how I feel for a second ! ”

izuku yelled back . his voice wasn’t as loud as katsuki’s , but it was on a volume that could help someone understand his anger .

“ izuku .. im sorry , please . i love you .. don’t leave me . ”

his voice now weak , tears streaming down his face . weak in the knees , he got on the floor and looked at izuku with blurry vision as he cried .

“ please izuku ! i love you so much , don’t leave me ! im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry— FUCK PLEASE . DON’T LEAVE ME . ”

he yelled , repeating himself over and over . he was over the edge . it was evident he was basically going insane .

“ you know .. they were right . you never changed . ”

katsuki’s lips trembled , eyes wide . izuku put the box away and grabbed his suitcase .

“ where— where are you going ? ” katsuki asked , panicking .

“ im leaving . ”

izuku walked to his dresser , grabbing some clothes one at a time . katsuki was hyperventilating .

no .

no no no NO . izuku couldn’t leave him . he needed to stay , now .

katsuki immediately wrapped his arms around izuku , tight enough to bruise him . he was being fucking hysterical .

“ bakugo , let me go . ”

“ izuku please .. don’t leave me . im sorry . ”

“ no , we’re over . ”

a flame of anger ignited in katsuki . why wasn’t izuku accepting his apology ? what the hell has gotten into him ? he would always forgive and forget , but for some reason now was different .

“ but— but i said it ! I told you , i love you . ” his arms gripped tighter around izuku .

“ it’s too late . ”

izuku struggled for a moment before breaking free from the shackles that were on him . it caused katsuki to stumble back a bit and fall on the floor , but izuku didn’t care .

if he showed too much emotion , the cycle would fix itself , and he’d be back with katsuki . unable to break free . glued to a person who never loved him .

“ im sorry katsuki , but i must leave . ”

katsuki didn’t reply , nor look at izuku . izuku just continued to pack until he was done . his suitcase was held in his hand as he walked over to the door .

“ im sorry . ”

katsuki muttered , but izuku heard it . he heard it loud and clear in the silence of the night . he stopped mid walk .

“ im sorry for treating you like this , lying to you . not loving you . i never loved you , ever . i hate you even . what people told you was right . im a no good player . im not the right person for you . ”

it fell back to silence again .

“ yet i doubt you’ll love anybody more than you love me . you’ll probably come right back to me , because that’s all you know how to do . you can’t live without me because you are nothing without me . nobody will love you . ” he laughed , getting up and turning to izuku .

their eyes met , for what izuku hoped what would be the last time .

“ shut up. ”

izuku said , voice trembling a little as he swiftly walked out the room and slammed the door . he walked out of the apartment and noticed eyes were on him . everybody heard it , how disgraceful .

people began to laugh , and izuku was about to break down . tears spilled out his eyes quickly . he ran and ran , leaving the apartment complex . he tripped and fell on his knees , crying as it began to drizzle .

life .

this was life .

and he fucking hated it .

he hated how the universe treated him .

he hated his love life .

he hated how much he loved the one who

damaged him .

he hated katsuki .

yet he loved him , and always did.

even though katsuki would never be sorry .

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yanderejustforyou · 4 days ago

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Day 18: Soup / Memories / Next Door Neighbor

Fandom:My Hero Academia Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Shy Izuku Midoriya

The wispy tendrils of miso soup, a scent Katsuki associated more with irritation than nourishment, snaked their way through the thin, poorly insulated walls separating his cramped apartment from Izuku’s. It was a scent that clung to everything, a constant, unwelcome reminder of the life unfolding just beyond his reach. The aroma, pungent and earthy, always a little too sweet for his liking, was a daily torment, a subtle yet persistent invasion of his space. Especially when Izuku seemed to brew the stuff nearly every evening. Tonight was no different. It was like a clock, marking the passage of time, while he remained stuck.

Katsuki leaned against the cool plaster wall, his back pressed into the rough texture. His hand, splayed flat against it, felt clammy, the dampness mirroring the unease churning in his stomach. He was desperate, absurdly so, to feel a connection, some tangible link to the life happening just inches away. He imagined Izuku, on the other side, a study in quiet domesticity, humming a tuneless melody under his breath as he stirred the bubbling pot. Katsuki could practically picture the curve of his back, the familiar tilt of his head. The image, mundane and innocent, was infuriating. It was an infuriatingly simple, almost painfully normal life Izuku carved out for himself —a life that had no place for him anymore. It was a stark contrast to the constant restless storm that brewed within Katsuki.

He remembered a time when things were different, a hazy memory from his childhood when the universe felt right. Back when he’d convinced himself that Izuku was his, a permanent fixture in his life. He’d been so absorbed in his own ego, so certain of his dominance, that he never questioned the assumption. Back then, Izuku had always been there, a wobbly shadow, trailing behind him, trembling under his brashness. Yet, somehow, he'd also radiated this annoying, blinding admiration, an unearned adoration that always seemed to light him from within. That look in Izuku’s wide, green eyes, so full of respect and something akin to worship, had been a lifeline for Katsuki, an anchor in his turbulent world. He hadn't understood its importance until it was ripped away, leaving a gaping hole in his chest. It was a constant reminder of his loss.

He’d lost it the day Izuku, with that infuriating quiet resolve, had moved into this building, a mere few steps across the hallway. The distance was physically insignificant, but emotionally vast, an uncrossable border in the landscape of Katsuki's heart. He'd felt it then, a gut-wrenching premonition of this separation. Every day felt like confirmation of that devastating truth.

The grating sound of a chair scraping against the worn linoleum floor snapped Katsuki out of his spiral of self-pity. It was a jarring contrast to Izuku's gentle hum. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his sweatpants, the fabric rough against his skin, and stormed out into the hallway. A sudden urge, hot and reckless, propelled him forward. He found himself standing, almost involuntarily, in front of Izuku’s door, the wood worn and familiar. He raised a fist, the joints cracking, ready to unleash a barrage of knocks, but he hesitated, his knuckles merely grazing the rough surface of the door. The weight on his shoulders felt suddenly heavier.

What was he even doing here? He felt like a fool, caught in a ridiculous paradox between wanting connection and pushing it away. The question echoed in his mind, a harsh reminder of his own messy emotions. Was he driven by anger? Jealousy? Or was it something else, something far more terrifying he refused to confront?

The door creaked open before he could decide, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway. Izuku’s wide, green eyes, a shade darker than Katsuki remembered, met his. They held a mixture of surprise and… something else, something tentative and uncertain. There was that same underlying kindness, but it was tempered with wariness. Izuku’s hand gripped the doorframe, his knuckles white, as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. He appeared thinner, almost fragile.

“Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, hesitant in its familiarity. It sent a strange tremor through Katsuki, a confusing mix of irritation and something that felt dangerously close to relief.

“Your damn soup smells like shit,” Katsuki growled, the familiar insult rough around the edges. But the venom he usually loaded into those words was missing, replaced with a hollow frustration. Even his own anger felt weak and pathetic.

Izuku blinked, his large eyes searching Katsuki’s face, as if trying to read the truth behind his words. Then, a small, tentative smile bloomed, painfully kind and almost heartbreaking. "Do you... want to come in? I just made extra." he offered cautiously, his voice still laced with a hint of nervousness.

Katsuki’s throat tightened, a knot of conflicting emotions forming, hard and painful. He wanted to bellow at Izuku, to shove him back inside the apartment, to demand answers to questions he couldn't even form, not even in his own mind. Instead, a curt, stiff nod was all he could muster, a pathetic surrender. He stepped inside, the small apartment suddenly feeling both too close and too far away, and closed the door behind him, the sound strangely final.

The apartment was exactly as Katsuki had envisioned, neat, almost sterile, sparse and overwhelmingly Izuku. It smelled faintly of spices and freshly cleaned linens. Photos of friends, mostly classmates, adorned the walls, each one a small, barbed dagger to Katsuki’s chest. He recognized faces, saw moments of laughter and celebration, moments that he wasn’t a part of, and a familiar stab of jealousy coursed through him. He hated the fact that Izuku had moved on, built a life that didn't revolve around him anymore. It felt like a personal betrayal.

“Sit down,” Izuku said, his voice quiet, almost shy, as he pulled out a chair at the small, wooden kitchen table.

Katsuki sat, the wood cold beneath his thighs. He watched, almost hypnotized, as Izuku ladled soup, the steam swirling upwards, and set it in front of him. The simple gesture, so commonplace, so domestic, made his chest ache with a longing he couldn't name. It was a feeling that bordered on panic, a sense of loss so intense he wanted to lash out.

“Why do you even bother with this?” Katsuki asked, his voice low and rough, the words grating against the otherwise silent room. There was an undercurrent of desperation that frightened him as much as it angered him.

Izuku tilted his head, confused, and his eyes met Katsuki's again. "With what?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

“With… this.” Katsuki gestured vaguely to the soup, to the small apartment, to the unbearable normalcy of it all. It was a pathetic, wordless plea for understanding, a desperate attempt to claw at something he didn't understand.

Izuku hesitated, his hands tightening their grip on the edge of the counter as if bracing himself. "Because I want to. Because it's… what I do." There was a simple, quiet conviction in his voice that was both frustrating and endearing to Katsuki.

"That’s a shitty answer," Katsuki snapped, his voice sharper than he'd intended. He hated that Izuku was being so calm, so reasonable, when he felt like he was on the verge of imploding.

Izuku sighed, a small, resigned sound. He sat down across from him, the table between them feeling like a battle line. "Kacchan… you’ve always been important to me. Even when we fought, even when you scared me. I… I just want to know you’re okay." The words were spoken with such genuine sincerity that it was almost painful.

Katsuki’s jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth ached. He hated how easily Izuku saw through his facade, how those soft, kind words stripped him bare, exposing his vulnerability. It was a weakness he despised and yet, he also craved it.

“Don’t act like you know me,” Katsuki spat, the words laced with a bitterness that belied his fear. But his voice cracked, betraying the carefully constructed wall he had built around himself. The tremor in his voice was a sharp reminder to them both of how precarious his control was.

“I do know you,” Izuku said gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. He reached across the table, his hand small but warm, and rested it on Katsuki’s. The casual contact was an electric shock, setting his skin ablaze.

The touch burned, a searing reminder of all the unspoken feelings between them, but Katsuki didn't pull away. Instead, he turned his hand over, his fingers gripping Izuku’s tightly. It wasn't a tender gesture; it was possessive, needy, and desperate.

“You don’t get to leave me,” Katsuki said, his voice raw with an emotion he couldn't quite define. “Not again.” A dark fear stirred within him, the terror of being alone creeping up from the depths of his soul.

Izuku’s eyes softened, brimming with a mixture of understanding and…something else, fear, maybe, or a deep resignation to the complicated dynamics between them. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, the silence thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. And that silence, heavy and charged, was enough for Katsuki, for now. It felt like both a fragile promise and a terrible threat.

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indecisive-fish · 1 month ago

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CHAPTER 2 IS OUT!

"Even after the events of the final war, twenty-year old Midoriya is still attracting bad luck when he's dragged into an uncomfortable situation at a bar that only escalates from there, forcing him to reopen old wounds from the past and create new ones. It's a good thing Bakugou is there to help him sort through all the unconfronted trauma, the unspoken feelings, as well as... the mysterious return of One For All?"

TW - attempted non-con elements. Please read with care.

#ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #bnha #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #mha #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #my hero academia #angst and hurt/comfort #bkdk fic

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impommyyawl · 2 months ago

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Fic rec of my own writing:

Deals made with Death

summary:

“Who was it?”

Aizawa rubbed his face in anguish. He let out a shaky breath.

The phone rings in Katsuki's hand.

“The student who died last night was Izuku Midoriya.” Students all around the room gasped and looked at the empty space behind Katsuki.

Ring.

Rin…

Hi, this is Izuku Midoriya. I can’t come to the phone right now because I'm trying to become the greatest hero the world has ever seen. I promise to give you a call back as soon as I can. Bye-Bye!

Katsuki pulled the phone away from his face."

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Its been a year since the war ended and Katsuki is just trying to keep his childhood friend/ rival/ whatever else alive because if anyone deservers to see what the world ends up like its gotta be Izuku Midoriya.

OR: Katsuki makes a deal with Death to save the actual love of his life but he doesn't know that its the love of his life and he's also getting chased by an evil demon women who's hell bent on killing someone.

(PLEASE READ THE TAGS AS THIS STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERS FOR SOME)

Here’s all the tags and other information.

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panpanicatmha · 1 year ago

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I PREDICTED THE BKDK HAND HOLD THIS CHAPTER NOM FUCKING NOM TAKE THE SOUP BITCH.

(Crooked fingers—bruised with scratches and scars, lining up and down, grasping at the air between them, reaching out, reaching out, reaching out— “Kacchan—!”) (A bloody hand—bruised with purple and torn skin, fingers clawing at the empty space keeping him from grasping back, as if time and space will tear themselves apart to bring them together, just once, just one time, one time, one time— “Deku—!”) (Two hands hold—two souls merge, somehow twist, and tangle further into one another; the universe Herself couldn’t split them apart even if she tried— She could kill one of them, drop them mercilessly onto the ground, chest gaping and face splattered with remorseless red, but she can’t do it without killing a part of the other, too. They cannot live in a world without the other.) A yellow figure appears before Katsuki—it’s tall, grand yet solemn; the burdened soul of the Symbol of Peace. “Ah.”

#mha 404 #bnha 404 #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #bkdk hurt/comfort #dkbk hurt/comfort #bkdk fic rec #bkdk ao3 fic #fic recs #panpanic oneshot*#stain my soul with green*#panpanicatmha*

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thegayer-thebetter · 1 year ago

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Learning to Heal - Chapter 1

Alpha Bakugo x Alpha Kirishima x Beta Todoroki x Omega Izuku (It's a polycule because why tf not)

Summary: Izuku is not like the other omegas at the Omegan Sale Facility. He was raised to be the ‘perfect omega’, the obedient alpha fantasy. His whole life he was taught to put his wants last, to listen to an alpha no matter what. When he’s of age he’s sold to an Omegean Sale Facility, others were kidnapped to be trained and broken into the ‘perfect omega’, to be auctioned off to the highest bidding alpha. He’s been brainwashed and manipulated his whole life to believe this is what he wants. That by doing so he’s fulfilling his duties as a good omega should.

However, when pro heroes take down the omega trafficking ring and Izuku realizes that he was lied to his whole life. He has to unlearn everything he was taught and listen to his inner omega. With the help of the pack of pros that made his freedom possible Izuku has a lot to learn.

I wake up to the alarm, as always. I make my way to the shared bathrooms and begin my morning hygiene routine, as always. The rules at this Omegan Sale Facility are strict but simple.

Rule 1: Hygiene and maintaining my appearance is my priority. That means I brush my teeth twice a day; eat only the food given to me during mealtime; I must participate in active time; shower every day; shave every week at least; and do my skin care every morning and night. My body and looks are the commodity, I am the facility’s property. The better I look, the more money I bring in.

Rule 2: I will obey any and every order. My will and my wants do not matter. No matter what the guards and trainers tell me to do, I must do it. My omegean instincts are second to the will of those above me. I do not know what is best for myself, only an alpha knows what an omega wants and needs.

Rule 3: By completing the obedience and alpha care training I will be added to the roster of the next auction and sold to the highest bidder. That alpha will be my new owner. That’s the goal. To be an alpha’s plaything, a mindless, obedient, omega. That’s how omegas were intended to be, after all, and the facility helps keep omegas in order. The facility shows us our place in the world, some take longer to accept it than others. But in the end every omega brought here succumbs to the natural order of things.

It’s only three rules! It’s far simpler than I had imagined it would be. Some omegas here were taken off the streets, targeted for their looks and/or scents. While others had no choice than to give themselves over because of a large amount of debt. I do not fall into either of those categories. I am one of the very few omegas specially trained since birth to be the perfect omega. The rules of the facility have been taught to me since birth, I knew my place from a very early age.

The second I was eligible, my original trainers sold me to this facility. Omegas like me are highly sought after, an omega who knows nothing but obedience. I passed my obedience and alpha care training faster than any other omega. I did not need to be broken in, like the newer omegas. As there was no learning curve for me. I did not need to be punished in order to follow my rules, they had been drilled into me my whole life. This is what I’m meant to do.

After I do my skin care, I and the other omegas line up at the bathroom door and are escorted by some guards to the dining hall. I eat some oatmeal and have some water and wait patiently for the guards to signal that breakfast is complete. After this I would usually be brought to training. Where we practice a variety of useful omegean skills.

Like being able to stay in a cage for hours on end; remaining in a room blindfolded with noise canceling headphones for as long as the trainers wish; learning the correct way to respond to an alpha; practicing pleasing an alpha sexually, learning all the correct positions and techniques; and not speaking unless I am allowed to do so. All very necessary in order to make an alpha happy and be a good omega for them.

But training is not on my schedule for today. I, and six other omegas, have completed our training and are scheduled to be auctioned off tonight. And, from what I understand, there will be some important alphas in attendance tonight. Tonight, all my training pays off, tonight I get what I’ve been working for my entire life. I get to belong to an alpha. And maybe, maybe if they like me enough, they might mate and mark me. To be pupped by an alpha is the highest honor an alpha can give to an omega. If everything goes to plan tonight, I can finally put all of my skills into practice and make myself useful!

On my auction day most of the day is spent in my room. I read some of the books I received as a reward for my obedience. Reading is pretty much the only thing the facility allows obedient omegas to do in their free time, which is rare to have. I am grateful to them for allowing me such a privilege and I always enjoy reading the books I’m allowed.

Around 5 pm I am escorted down a long hallway and to a door labeled ‘Dressing Room’. The guard opens the door and I walk in, with my head down in respect, inside the room are two trainers. This is where I will be dressed and prepared for my auction.

“Undress, omega, let us see what we have to work with.” One of the trainers' orders. I take off my shorts and tank top and neatly fold them, setting them on the table in front of me, as instructed. Panties are a privilege omegas are not entitled to. Our owner will decide what they deem is appropriate for us to wear underneath our clothes, if anything.

I stand still as the trainers take in my naked body and watch as they go to the racks of clothes and lingerie, deciding what will suit my body best.

“He’s definitely gonna bring in the highest auction tonight. We decided to put you on last, Izuku, we wanted to end this auction with a bang. The prettiest little omega that all the alphas out there have been waiting for. They can barely sit still,” The tallest and most muscular trainer says as he begins to dress me in the outfit they picked out, a dark green lace bodysuit that has sheer flower embroidery on it and shows off my thighs and butt perfectly. I look up into the mirror before me and see myself in the prettiest outfit I have ever been allowed. I feel tears come to my eyes as I look at myself. I want to remember how my future owner will first see me. Tonight is the night I will meet the alpha that I have been dreaming about my whole life, my owner.

“Look at him. Someone’s definitely gonna wreck him tonight.” The other, slimmer trainer says to the first trainer as she puts a touch of makeup on me. Just some mascara and lipgloss. “Those freckles of his are so precious.”

The trainers step back, motioning for me to spin and nod to each other.

“Perfe-” Before the muscular trainer can finish his thought, a siren blares. The emergency siren indicates someone has infiltrated the facility, an attack of some sort. This hasn’t happened before, not since I’ve been here. I start to panic and look at the two guards.

“Goddamnit. Ben probably set it off again,” The lady trainer says as she looks at the other trainer.

“He’s a fucking idiot.” he responds, and his attention turns to me, “Stay in here until we get back. You are not to move a single muscle while we’re gone. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes sir.” I say as they leave the dressing room.

And suddenly I’m alone. Of course something would go wrong on my auction day. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy for me. I should’ve expected something like this. I whine to myself as I wait for this mess to be over. My auction will probably be rescheduled for next week, there’s no way any of the buyers will stick around tonight if they expect a raid or attack, even if it is a false alarm.

I keep still, like the obedient omega I am. Patiently waiting for the trainers to return, I feel myself growing more anxious as time passes. The alarm keeps blaring then, suddenly, I hear an explosion and yelling over the alarm. My heart stops. I hadn’t, even for a second, expected this to be a real attack. An inconvenience at most, a mistake. But an attack? An attack is not something I had ever anticipated.

I look around the room, weighing my options. Eventually, I decide hiding is my best option. I go behind the clothing rack, sit in the corner and pull my knees to my chest as I try to make as little noise as possible. I have no idea what will happen after this. But I can’t think about that right now, I just have to stay safe. I have to stay hidden.

I’m not sure how much time has passed, I’m not sure when I can get out of here. Where would I even go? I don’t know where anything is. Eventually the alarm quiets down but I don’t move. I wait for the trainers to come and get me. I can hear people walking around, which I’m going to assume is a good sign. Maybe everything’s gonna be ok after all. Maybe it was just a false alarm and I was panicking over nothing.

Then, I hear voices, “Yeah, I’ll clear this hall! Shitty hair you take the northern one! I’ll radio if I find anybody.” The voice in the hall says. His voice is low and gravely, not a voice I’ve heard before. That’s not a good sign. None of this is. My life is over.

It’s only a matter of time until I’m discovered. This is one thing I was not trained for. This is the one thing I’ve never planned for. I’ll probably be held prisoner or sold to another alpha, which wouldn’t be so bad. But what if their intention is to hurt me or worse? Maybe it’s someone trying to get revenge on the facility- I need to stop. Spiraling like this won’t help. Right now, all I can do is hide and keep myself safe.

Then, the door of the dressing room opens and my breath hitches, they won’t see me. They won’t see me. They can’t see me. I hold my breath and close my eyes hoping they just skim over the room and do not notice me.

They stomp through the room and just when I think they’re gone I hear, “Riot, I’ve got another one.” It’s the gravelly voice from the hall. I cover my ears and shake my head as I feel it becoming harder to breathe. I force my eyes closed, he can’t be talking about me, he’s talking about someone else. I feel myself start to cry; this wasn’t how today was supposed to go.

Then I realize I can smell him giving off a calming scent, he’s definitely an alpha all right. His scent smells like smoke and caramel. I’m not used to being able to smell an alpha, all the trainers and guards here wear scent patches. And, somehow, I can feel myself actually start to breathe deeper again, his scent is actually calming me down, though I hate to admit it. I didn’t know an alphas scent could have such a strong effect on my omega.

I uncover my ears and finally open my eyes, crouching in front of me is a blonde haired, sweaty alpha wearing some sort of hero costume, he must be a pro hero. But that doesn’t make sense. Why would they attack the facility? They’re supposed to stop crime- Oh! He’s probably here to help with the attack that happened. Of course. That makes sense. I start to take deep breaths and look up at him. He’s just staring at me, I can smell worry on him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” He says, in a voice far softer than the growl he had earlier, he stands up. I keep looking at him, somewhat skeptical given the current situation. Is he a pro or a villain or maybe someone disguised as a pro? Even though I’m not fully convinced, he is the alpha here and I must listen to him.

He puts his hand out to try and help me up and, against my better judgment, I take it. As I stand and see his eyes widen and a faint blush covers his cheeks. I look down, suddenly remembering the outfit I’m wearing and feeling self-conscious and exposed. He pulls off the black jacket with an orange X down the center of it and holds it out for me.

I look up at him, confused. “For you to… um, cover up a bit?” I stare at him and then at the jacket that reeks of him. It’s covered in soot and sweat but at the same time it looks comfortable? I’m not liking the way the omega side of me is reacting to him. I can’t accept this. More importantly, why has he offered it to me? It’s his jacke- my brain short circuits when I finally register that this alpha is now standing before me in a black tank top. A black tank top that hugs his very apparent abs and shows off his extremely muscular and mouth watering build.

“Are you gonna take it or just keep staring?” He questions, catching me stare at him. I take the jacket and pull it over the lingerie. It looks way bigger on me than it did on him. The sleeves are too long on me and it falls down to my mid thighs. So I am pretty much covered.

“I know this is all shocking. You probably have a lot of questions, but right now I need to get you out of here.” I look into his red eyes as he talks to me, taking in the alpha before me. He’s unlike any alpha I’ve ever seen or interacted with. He’s far bigger than any alpha I’ve ever seen. All the alpha trainers and guards here pale in comparison to the sheer domination his alpha seems to command.

He opens the door and I hear the ground crunch as his black boots step into the hall. I move to the doorway and see the floor is covered in broken glass and some pieces of the wall that have been broken, forming a huge hole in the side of the facility. Debris and rocks cake the floor before me and I look up at the alpha who sighs and looks back at me, clearly frustrated that I haven't followed him.

Before he can say anything, I motion to my bare feet, his eyes widen and he nods slightly in understanding. “Shit, right, I’m going to have to carry you out of here, is that okay?” He asks, looking at me, clearly trying to read whether I’ll have another panic attack over this or not. I nod.

He swoops me up into his arms, bridal style may I add, and pulls me close to his chest as he carries me. I find my anxiety decreasing and for the first time since the alarm went off I actually feel safe. Maybe it’s the alphas relaxing scent, maybe it’s the way he stood by me as I cried and soothed me with his scent, not touching me or pushing me, the way he asked for permission to touch me, as if he actually cares about what an omega wants. This is not how I thought alphas acted. Not at all. But something about this seems to soothe my inner omega as he walks out of the rubble and through the broken hole in the wall and to a parking lot full of omegas, ambulances, police, and other people I’m assuming are pro heroes.

I don’t see any of the trainers or guards. He sets me down on the pavement, and goes back inside the building, as he leaves, so does that feeling of calmness and safety. I am now hyperaware of the fact that I am surrounded by police officers yelling and pointing, omegas crying and seemingly happy, sirens blaring. It’s too much. It’s all too much. I can feel myself begin to breathe faster, heart rate increasing, the fear inside me growing.

An officer rushes me into an ambulance and tells me I’m safe now. That they can’t hurt me anymore. But that doesn’t give me any relief. Safe from what? I was safe! They are the ones taking me away from the facility, from my life, and not giving me any answers!

Is taking me away and leaving me in the dark their version of ‘saving’ me! Before I realize it’s happening, I begin to scream and fight the officer in the ambulance, trying to reach the handle and get out of here. The cop says something, screams something, he’s trying to calm me down, I cry and I feel him grab my arm tightly and try and force me back into submission, but I kick and scream and I bite him. I bit him. Another person grabs me from behind and I feel a sharp pain in my neck and everything goes black.

Here's the AO3 link for the full fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48611197/chapters/122617891

#ao3 #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x izuku #bakudeku #bakugo x kirishima #kiribaku #izuku x shoto #polyamory #smut #mha #a/b/o verse #alpha bakugou #omega izuku #alpha kirishima #beta todoroki #fluff and angst #hurt/comfort #gay men

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