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[gojou-violin]

K there’s something about omegaverse MHA that just makes me 💗💗 so bear with me for a moment. MHA manga 360+ spoilers ahead!

Shoto and Kacchan are very protective of you. It’s their job as your Alphas to protect, love, and cherish their omega, so how could they not give you everything? A bigger apartment for the three of you to share? Done. A custom size bed so that all three of you can fit comfortably? Done. Scenting as often as they can before missions because you worry so much about them? Done. Mating as often as they can because you’re irresistible? Done.

But they get busy and overwhelmed, too, sometimes. Work steaks then away for days at a time, they can come back from missions all bruised and bloodied, and they can bring some of their sadness and anger home with them— Which are all things you’re prepared to deal with; But what you never expected was that it would catch up to bite YOU in the ass.

They were gone for three days already. It was unbearable. No scenting, no holding, no mating, no kissing, no nothing. Just you in an empty apartment. Waiting. For them. And in the middle of the night on the fourth day, you felt hands on your body as you slept, convinced it was them, so it hardly bothered you… Until you were pulled from your bed and dragged out of the apartment, kicking and screaming and calling out for your Alphas.

The two of them had never been so anxious in their lives, and everyone around them could see it. The second they saw you in Shigaraki’s hold, a hand around your neck, one finger away from sudden death, something snapped within them. Their omega……. How could anyone take what was theirs? How could anyone threaten to destroy such a precious thing? How could anyone expect to live after scaring you like that? They were livid. Bakugo nearly lunged then and there to try to grab you and rip Shigaraki’s head off, and, surprisingly, Shoto nearly joined him, until Aizawa stopped them both to warn them against it.

The two of them are inconsolable. They fight against Aizawa, protesting his warnings, trying to push past while growling because this Alpha instincts are boiling up inside of them to the point that they see red. Bakugo's so hotheaded normally, it's impossible for him to see any kind of reason when he's like this. But Aizawa's right. If they did anything while you were up there in Shigaraki's grip, you'd be dead before they could get to you.

Bakugo tugs at his hair furiously. "Shoto-- Do... Do... something..." He's trying so hard to hold himself back, but they can both smell how terrified you are, even from where they're standing so far away. "The smell-- Shoto-- Do-- Do something!"

"You can't," Aizawa tries to remind them calmly.

But Shigaraki doesn’t think that’s too fun. No, no, no. Run at him! Full power! And if they won’t do it, he’ll force their hands. So with a smirk, he drops you off the roof of the building he’s standing on.

Bakugo and Shoto move as one. They speed at you as fast as they can, Bakugo flying through the air, Shoto skating on the ice he can barely force under his feet in time to keep up with his desperation. Still, he’s the one who managers to catch you. While you’re screaming and falling, he’s the one who thinks to use his Quirk to put a slide under you at the last second. Sure, it still hurts when your ass lands on the ice, but it’s better than having them lose you.

Bakugo doesn’t waste a second before turning around to take his shot at Shigaraki once he knows you’re safe with Shoto. Everyone knows it’s stupid. Hell, Shoto’s shrieking, “Baku— No!” while you’re in his arms, passed out, your breath shallow.

Shigaraki got what he wanted.

Bakugo.

A hero.

A victim.

Kacchan fights to the best of his ability for as long as he can, using his anger to fuel him just like always, but it's stronger now that his Alpha instincts have kicked in. Someone tried to hurt you, his omega. No one would ever hurt you. Ever. He made that promise a long time ago when he first scented you while you were hiding in his arms, telling him that you were ready. Shigaraki had to die. If not for all of his past crimes, then for this alone.

You aren't awake to see it. Bakugo and Shoto are both thankful for that in the moment. You don't see the way Shigaraki smirks oh-so-wickedly as he lands the finishing blow. You don't see the way Bakugo's body flies back through the air and lands on the ground with a loud thud. You don't hear the cry that comes from Shoto. You don't feel the way he puts you on his back so that he can carry you over while he goes to check on Kacchan. You don't see your Alpha's bloodied body. You don't see how everyone else immediately jumps into action. You don't hear Shoto as he tries his very best to get Bakugo to wake up while he's sobbing.

When you do wake up, it's over-- It's been over for a bit. The conclusion doesn't matter to you so much as your Alphas' safety, which is the first thing on your mind as you race out of bed, despite your aching head, and you run out of the room to find your back in your large apartment, like it was all just a bad dream. But was it? No. You wish it would have been a bad dream. Everyone wishes that it was just a dream... Because Shoto's standing there, bandages over his hands and right eye, dark circles under his eye to show that he hadn't been sleeping, wearing casual clothes to let you know that he wasn't expecting to be called away to work any time soon.

"Where's Kacchan?" you question quietly.

Shoto has to catch you in his arms again when he takes you to see Bakugo's body. The Alpha in him is in excruciating pain when he hears you cry out Kacchan's name. The pheromones radiating off of you are even worse than when you were so scared the other day-- Shoto feels like the only way he can console you now is by holding you as you cry while he tries to use his own scent to make you feel better. It hardly works.

The only thing that makes you feel better is tucking yourself up next to Bakugo's body, like a sad puppy that sits at the foot of their owner's bed when they're sick. He isn't warm. That's the first thing you notice. Even though they've been keeping him in a freezer in the morgue until they can decide what to do with him, you knew that if he were alive, he would have still been warm due to his Quirk, and he would have kept you warm, too.

"They've been in there for days, Todoroki," Ida whispers. "You have to take them home."

But Shoto's already tried. He can't get you to leave the morgue unless it's for an hour or so to eat lunch and dinner every day. Other than that, you're always tucked up against Kacchan, whimpering like sad omegas do, nuzzling him with your nose like it would get him to move magically. Shoto doesn't know what to do. He keeps you warm the best he can; But he can't get you to go home where you should be.

They have to drag you out.

Ida does it because Shoto can't bear to do it. He picks you up off the table, with Shoto's permission, of course, and he starts to carry you out, which is when you realize what's happening, so you fight back, scrambling to get out of the Pro-Hero's arms while whimpering and calling out for your Kacchan. Shoto feels like he's being stabbed again and again every time you whine. The Alpha in him is screaming to give you everything you want because you deserve the whole world, but they just can't let this continue anymore. You have to move on. You have to go home. They need to finally put Bakugo to rest.

At home, you're just as bad. You start to get a fever-- Not from being in the morgue for so long, but because of withdrawals. Neither you nor Shoto really know what's happening before it's too late because neither of you had to ever even think of dealing with this before. The fever hits first, and then the loss of appetite (which Shoto just tries to attribute to you missing Bakugo), then the shivering, then the clawing, crying, insomnia, nightmares, etc. Shoto only figures out what's really happening when you fall out of bed one afternoon, trying to crawl your way out of the room to go find him, and he finds you on the floor, sobbing, clawing at the scent glands on the right side of your neck, complaining that it hurts so bad you can't breathe.

"Sho... Sho, help me," you plead. "It hurts, Sho--" You're panting desperately. "It hurts so bad!"

He pries your hands away from you and hugs you tight. "It's okay," he coos. "It'll be okay. It just hurts 'cause he hasn't scented you in so long."

You cry harder. "It hurts--"

He still tries to shush you to get you to calm down the best you can, but it's no use. Bakugo always had the stronger pheromones between the two Alphas. He scented you first all those years ago, biting down and claiming your right side as his, and he'd made sure to nip at that same spot every time since then. But now you felt like you were dying without him there, and the omega inside you was in agony without his Alpha presence on and in you at all times.

Shoto tries to fix it by scenting your left side to make up for the loss. It helps just enough to get you to stop crying and scratching at your own skin, but it isn't enough to mask the lack of Bakugo on your right. You want your Kacchan. You miss your Kacchan. You can't live without him... There's nothing Shoto can do about that...