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eavesdropped

Class A is a pack, and once a month the omegas have a snuggle night in a big nest/pillow fort— no betas or stinky alphas allowed! but the conversation inevitably turns to their packmates anyway. They're eating yummy comfort food, +

talking about who's cute and who smells nice (and who they have to make sure they don't get close to before their heats because they'd start early!).

Ochako and Tsu have been sharing their heats for months now but they wouldn't mind bringing in an alpha if Mina +

or Tenya were ever interested. Kyouka has never been attracted to alphas, but she's delighted to disclose that she's been receiving increasingly personalized gifts from the pack's head beta, Momo. Denki has had a crush on most of his packmates at one time or another, +

but he really thinks the new boy, Shinsou might actually be the one this time!

Everyone seems so happy, and Izuku takes it all in stride, listening and nodding and laughing along with his friends, but he doesn't feel like he can really participate.

After Denki finishes +

listing all the absolutely PERFECT traits of his purple-haired obsession, he turns to Izuku.
"How about you, Midoriya? You've been quiet! Surely there must be someo—"

"Actually!" Ochako cuts him off when she sees the pained expression on Izuku's face. "You know what, I think we+

should put on some music. Denki, can you go get your bluetooth speaker?"

It's weird, because Jirou has much better speakers in her room, but Izuku knows what Ochako's really doing, and he's grateful. She's the only one he's told about his complicated feelings toward the most +

prickly alpha in class, and she knows he's not ready to talk about it with everyone just yet. Unfortunately, sweet Denki fails to notice.

"Wait, c'mon, I'm curious! You're so /cute,/ Izuku, you could probably have any of the alphas in class! You know, I've caught Bakubro +

looking at you during training more times than I can c—"

"Denki, learn to read a room, damn," Kyoka admonishes. Izuku has shrunk in on himself, hugging his knees and trying to keep his scent under control. He should be able to talk about it with +

the other omegas, but something always stops him at times like this.

Kacchan's past behavior is part of the problem, but Izuku can't bring himself to tell the class about the bullying he received in middle school. It's between the two of them. It's private, and it's +

/over,/ and nobody else would understand. Kacchan has changed so much in the two years they've been at UA. Izuku won't risk weighing him down with judgment just when he's made real friendships here. But Denki has a point. Yes, Katsuki has seemed to be paying more +

attention to Izuku lately. He knows this. Hell, everyone probably does; the alpha has been anything but subtle about it. Izuku felt butterflies in his stomach the first time he noticed! He had wondered if Katsuki was going to try courting him, and he was so excited! +

He had dated to think that maybe after all these years he'd earned not just acknowledgment, but admiration from Kacchan. They were finally friends again! Izuku worked harder than ever in training, especially when he felt those red eyes on him.

It was going so well, which +

made it all the more heartbreaking when he happened to hear Kacchan as he passed by Kirishima's room one evening.

"Deku?!"

It was Kacchan's voice, barely audible. Was he calling Izuku? He stood waiting to hear if he'd imagined it.

"Not in a million years."

Tbc

"Izuku, did something happen with Bakugou? kero, you smell scared," Tsu croaked. Izuku thought he was doing a decent job hiding his distress, but he forgot Tsu's super-acute sense of smell.

"If he hurt you I'll—" Ochako threatened.

"N-no!! No, Kacchan would never! He's— um,+

I... It's not like that, I swear."

"Are you sure? You know you can tell us anything, right? We just want you to be safe, kero."

"I'm safe. Trust me, if anything, I'm /too/ safe. Jeez, I... I wish everyone wouldn't think the worst of Kacchan. He's a really good guy, +

and... a good f-friend... he just, um. He d-doesn't think of me that way, you know? It's fine! I'm not scared, just disappointed. A-a little. That's all, I promise." Izuku glanced up to see the concern on Tsu and Ochako's faces melt into understanding as the two +

girlfriends huddled around him, surrounding him with warmth and calming scents. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut against traitorous tears.

"Wait," Kyouka said, breaking the silence with a raised brow. "Izuku, what makes you think Blasty doesn't like you?" +

"Yeah, /seriously,/ dude, I swear he stared at your ass for like five minutes yesterday— wait, bro?"

Izuku's chin wobbled.

"I d-don't know why he does that i-if he's not interested in me... but he told Kirishima he would never court me. I don't want anything c-casual, so +

I've been trying to ignore it b-but it's..."

"So—" Kyouka interrupted herself to exchange glances with Denki— “you like Blasty. You've liked him this whole time?"

"Well maybe not in middle school, but—"

"OH MY GODDDDD! I THOUGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE DUNCE HERE!" +

Denki cried, gripping his electric hair between his fingers in exasperation. "What could Bakubro have /possibly/ said to Kirishima to make you think he doesn't like you?"

"What? Um, he said, 'Deku? Not in a million years.' Then Kirishima +

said 'but you'd be so good together, man!' and Kacchan said 'No fuckin way in hell.' so I felt like that was pretty clear."

Kyoka rolled her eyes. "What have I told you all about /eavesdropping,/ huh? I can't stop eavesdropping no matter what +

I do, right? So I know better than anyone—"

"I didn't know, I didn't mean to listen! I just heard 'Deku' and I thought he was calling my name so I—"

"Not the point. I'm trying to tell you not to jump to conclusions based on a fragment of a conversation that you heard without +

context."

Izuku slumped against the pillows, suddenly drained of energy. How could he explain that he was finally getting Kacchan to look at him at /all,/ so expecting anything /more/ was just a pipe dream? +

Kacchan said so himself: 'not in a million years.' Friendship would have to be enough. Izuku felt blessed to have even that much.

"I just don't think he feels that way about me. I wish he did, but... he doesn't." His cheeks were wet and he rubbed his face on +

Ochako's shoulder as she and Tsu pet his hair. He chanced a glance up at Kacchan's two friends who had noticeably made no move to comfort him. Denki's face was buried in his hands and he shook with suppressed laughter. Kyoka looked up at the roof of the blanket fort +

As if praying to some higher power for patience.

"Alright, that's enough. BLASTY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PRIVATE CONVERSATION, ASSHOLE!"

Izuku shot up in surprise— was Kacchan /listening?!/ No! That was /not/ possible, he /wouldn't—/ This was nest night! Omegas only! +

Kacchan wasn't allowed, he thought this was a safe place to talk about it— no, no, Izuku didn't want to know, he had to get away. He jumped to his feet, green sparks of full cowling escaping his control to crackle down his arms and legs, and when he ran, the tent-top +

of the nest came fluttering down on top of the four omegas he was leaving behind. He ducked out just in time and ran for the door, almost crashing into—

"K-Kacchan!"

TBC

I changed FUCKING verb tenses by accident so I'm switching back to present-tense now, fml

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Izuku's distressed scent is filling the room, overpowering the smell of the two large pizza boxes in Katsuki's arms. His mouth is gaping, staring at Izuku slack-jawed like he'd grown a second head, and Izuku finds himself unable to move.

Kacchan's wide eyes are mesmerizing. He swears he's never seen this expression on anyone, especially not the most volatile, passionate, /devastatingly/ beautiful alphas he's ever known.

It's too much.

"Kacchan, I—“

"Pizza," Katsuki says, before Izuku can stumble through any kind of useless recovery or denial. He can't even muster any anger at the alpha for eavesdropping, since he obviously was just trying to be nice and was probably just shocked to hear his own name spoken.

Izuku knows the feeling, he did the same thing on that day when he discovered that he had no chance of a relationship with his Kacchan. It's hard to tear yourself away when someone you're close to is talking about you behind your back.

"I-I'm, I'm sorry, I'll— I have to go," he says, but Katsuki hasn't moved and he's still standing in the doorway, gaping like a fish. Oh god, Izuku has really fucked up now. He was happy being friends and rivals—was still coming to terms with it, maybe, but he didn't want to ruin

what they had.

"Deku, you… why?"

"What? Why what, Kacchan? I didn't mean to up-upset you, please don't feel pressured to, um, respond— I should— I should just g-go —" Izuku hiccups, bringing his hands up to wipe his teary eyes with shaking fingers, but Katsuki hasn't moved.

He has a crushing grip on the pizza boxes and sparks sear under his palms. He seems to sharp out of his daze at the sound and he drops the boxes to the ground in shock.

The omegas have made their way out from under the toppled blankets and Izuku feels a warm hand on his shoulder as they gather behind him.

"We're going to go for a minute, is that okay, Deku?" Ochako asks softly, and Izuku nods. "We'll be in Kyouka's room if you need us."

All four omegas are releasing a mild, pleasant, calming scent and Izuku appreciates the effort as well as the offer of privacy. He barely notices when Tsu retrieves the pizza boxes from the floor, too distracted by Denki approaching Kacchan and clapping him +

on the back encouragingly— and he feels an absolutely /absurd/ compulsion to growl at the other omega for touching /his/ Kacchan. /Nothing/ about Katsuki had ever been his, and he might have just lost what friendship he'd finally managed to reclaim.

The possessive feeling is utterly irrational and he squashes it as quickly as possible, but maybe not quickly enough—

"Sorry! My bad, we'll be, um, you know where to find us! Good luck, dudes!"

/Good luck?/

It's way too late for luck to do him any good.

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Izuku is looking at the door when Denki eases it quietly closed, seeing nothing and dreading everything about this conversation.

"Uh," Katsuki starts before clearing his throat, which does nothing to dispel the awkward tension in the air that makes Izuku want to +

sink into the floor. "Deku, did you… d'you mean that shit?"

Izuku winces. Unrequited feelings are painful enough without having to explain himself after being rejected. Izuku loves Kacchan, and Kacchan wants to know /why?/

Izuku doesn't know where to /begin/ listing Katsuki's wonderful qualities, though right now they all feel like a giant stack of reasons why Izuku is unworthy to be his omega.

"How could you like /me?/ Fuck, you a fuckin' masochist or something? Goddamn."

Izuku's cheeks /burn/ at the implications of this and he shrinks into himself. "I— no! I j-just…" he falters, squints, then realizes— "I /said/ I didn't want anything /casual,/ remember?"

"Yeah… Damnit, Deku, when I said that to Kirishima I was answering a question, which you obviously didn't fuckin hear or we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Oh… okay, well... what was the question?"

"Fuck. You weren't supposed to hear. Nobody was supposed to hear. Kirishima, he's always… hounding me about relationships or whatever. I got sick of it, y'know? I'm no good for anyone, Deku, least of all /you./ I know I'm a fucking asshole—“

"You're not! +

Not… not anymore, Kacchan, you've ch-changed so much, and grown and— I've seen the kind things you do! For your friends, and for me, too! You're the best, and you didn't push anyone down to get to the top. +

You cook for the pack and make sure everyone takes care of themselves, you help people train and study— and I can trust you with, um, /secrets/ that I can't tell anyone else. I know I say it all the time but you're really amazing, Kacchan!"

Katsuki is silent for a moment as Izuku's words settle in. Then he shakes his head, looks away out the window. His face is red enough that Izuku wonders if maybe he's about to cry, but surely not— then he sniffs and drags his sleeve across his face and Izuku notices +

how bitter Katsuki's scent has become.

"Of course you fucking think that." He still won't make eye contact. "It'll never be enough, though. Not in a million years. That's what I told Kirishima when he asked if I thought you'd accept my feelings. Because you /shouldn't."/

tbc

Katsuki is crying.

Izuku blinks. Kacchan cries sometimes, but this is different from the tears shed in the heat of their battle at ground beta— though some themes are the same. Guilt and inadequacy remain, but this time there's no screaming rage or passionate explosions. +

In their place is a quiet resignation to a life of solitude because he will never, ever be good enough. And it scares Izuku to death.

"How can you say that, Kacchan? P-please, please look at me…"

/Something is wrong./ Katsuki closes his eyes, silent tears welling down his blotchy face but he still doesn't turn away from the window.

Izuku takes the initiative.

He steps forward, slowly and cautiously, until he meets Katsuki, reaching out to take his hand. He expects that explosive rage to make an appearance when he touches him, but quite the opposite occurs: the moment their fingers interlace, Kacchan's face crumples +

like an old newspaper and he /sobs./

/"Deku, you can't… I'll hurt you! I'll just hurt you!"/

"Shhhh, it's okay, Kacchan. C'mere." Izuku steps into the taller boy's space, his free hand gently cradling the back of his head to let him rest his forehead on his shoulder and cry. +

Katsuki hesitates, then leans into Izuku's touch, wrapping a strong arm around Izuku's back and clutching to the fabric of his t-shirt.

His voice is shallow and gruff and he whispers by Izuku's ear, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Kacchan… I don't want to hurt you either."

tbc

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"As if you could ever hurt me," Katsuki says, his typical cockiness undermined with a sniffle.

"You're hurting right now, though."

"Tch. Not your fault, Deku. And anyway, it's whatever. Doesn't matter."

"It matters to me. Why would you say that?"

"It /doesn't matter,/ damnit! Just— fuckin, you should move on. You should stay away from alphas in general, but especially me. /Fucking/ stereotypical, toxic, macho /bullshit,/ I—"

"Hey. Breathe, Kacchan. Take a break, we'll talk about it. Just breathe for a minute."

Katsuki ceases his rant with a low whine, his face buried in Izuku's neck in what he suspects is an involuntary reflex to seek comfort. Izuku does his best to provide that comfort by focusing on Katsuki's needs rather than his own worry.

He rubs his back gently and leads him over to rest on the pile of blankets where he sits, pulling Katsuki into his lap. It might be forward, but Katsuki shows no resistance and eventually his breathing becomes more regular.

"I… don't know what happened, but I really don't see you in that way," Izuku says cautiously. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Katsuki growls quietly, his sorrowful scent burns with an angry flare, but he nods.

"Work-study," he says gruffly. "I rescued an omega on patrol. He was covered head to fucking toe in bruises. Poorly healed broken bones, evidence of head trauma, the works." Katsuki takes a shuddering breath that Izuku swears he can feel in his own chest.

"His leg was fucked up but he still managed to drag himself up six flights of stairs to the roof."

Izuku gasps, suddenly realizing where the story is going and why it would be so upsetting to Katsuki… and it breaks his heart.

He buries his face in Katsuki's hair, scenting him and placing a kiss on the top of his head without even thinking about it. He just wants to take away as much of this pain as he can.

"I was too late, Deku, he fucking jumped. I caught him but his leg jostled on the landing and it hurt him, I know it did. He scrambled away as soon as they could. He looked so scared. I had just saved him and he fucking begged me not to hurt him. +

'Please, alpha, no more,' he said. And I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to make it worse so I just fucking stood there and waited for the ambulance with him like a dumbass. Couldn't even do first aid. Fucking useless."

"No," Izuku says. He pulls away, putting his hands on Katsuki's cheeks to make him look at him. "You saved him. You were not useless, You were a hero, Kacchan."

"I reminded them of that bastard. Fuck, I'm just like—"

"But I hurt you. I said the same shit as that abuser, I'm just lucky you never did it."

"You were a bully, Kacchan, but you were a /child,/ and you /grew up./"

"What if I had accidentally said it as a Command, huh? Did you think of that? +

Alphas need to be /fucking careful what they say!/ I could have /killed/ you saying shit like that!"

Izuku doesn't know how to respond. "B-but… that's not what happened. You never would have done that, not even by accident. You're a hero."

Katsuki scoffs under his breath, wiping his face on his sleeve. "It doesn't work that way, Deku. A person is a hero because they do good things, not because they /don't/ do fucking /evil/ things. You wanna know what Endeavor said when I filed that report?"

"...what did he say, Kacchan?" he whispers.

"He said it was a waste, because if his alpha had told him to kill himself he'd just try again until he succeeded."

Izuku growls. "He's a fucking scumbag. That's not news. And you're not like him either."

"Alphas are trash, Deku. That's all there is to it."

"Oh yeah? Is your mom trash?"

"...no," Katsuki concedes.

"How about All Might, is All Might trash?"

"All Might picked you, he's not complete trash."

"Are Mina and Eijirou trash? +

Midnight sensei? Vlad King and Hound Dog and Ectoplasm?"

"Alright, alright, I—"

"Abusers are trash, Kacchan. All of them. Remember what Overhaul did to Eri-chan? He's a beta, but he's trash. It's not as simple as you're making it out to be. And you're /not/ an abuser."

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When Katsuki doesn't respond, Izuku continues. "Hey, you trust me, right? You know I can take care of myself."

"Yeah"

"And stick up for myself, and stand up to /you/ when I have to."

"Yeah"

"And kick your ass half the time when we spar."

"Don't push it."

Izuku laughs. "Not to mention I just passed Command resistance training last week— at the top of the class, I might add— So, if I take care of myself and I can stand up to you /and/ I can /fight/ you /and/ resist your Commands then who are /you/ to decide +

who's good enough for /me/ to love?"

Katsuki looks dumbfounded for a moment, sitting on Izuku's lap looking at him as a bright red blush creeps up his face.

"De-decide who— LOVE?! WHAT THE FUCK, DEKU!"

Izuku laughs again. "Yup! I love you, Kacchan. Please let me?"

"'Let you?' Well, fuck, I mean that's not really my choice, I guess."

"Right! So you'll be my boyfriend now?"

"Uh— wait, I didn't say th—"

"Aw Kacchan, you don't have to be shy!"

"I'M NOT FUCKING SHY YOU SHITTY NERD! FUCK YOU, OF COURSE I'LL BE YOUR BOYFRIEND!"

Izuku gasps, squeals and throws his arms around Katsuki's neck. "Oh Kacchan, I'm so happy!"

"Fuck off," Katsuki says, rubbing his cheek on Izuku's and placing his hands gently on Izuku's sides to return the hug. They sit together in the remains of the omega nest, holding each other close.

"Kacchan?" Izuku says at length, leaning back to see Katsuki's face. "Can I, um.+

May I kiss you?"

Katsuki's breath hitches, then he recovers with a smirk. "You can do whatever you want, nerd," he whispers, making the hairs on the back of Izuku's neck stand at attention. He closes the space between them slowly and brings their lips together with a smile.

Izuku hums happily against Katsuki, the sound deepening into a soft purr the longer they're together. He never thought this day would come, but he's finally kissing and touching his Kacchan and he feels so light he could float off into space and happily fall into orbit.

He tilts his head, inexperienced but taking the lead to deepen the kiss, when he hears a murmur from outside the door.

"Not yet—give them a minute—" a voice whispers, but the door swings open to a beaming Denki, phone held aloft to film a video of Izuku and Katsuki's first kiss.

"OI, PIKACHU! A TO B CONVERSATION, ASSHOLE!"

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