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Denki stares down at his omurice and wonders if a guy can successfully smother himself to death in a plate of egg and ketchup.
The painkillers from last night have worn off and the ones from this morning, downed with half a glass of apple juice, still haven't kicked in. His jaw is an aching weight. His broken nose is a throbbing mess of blocked sinuses and clotted blood, too disgusting to ignore, too painful to really wash clean. There's a gross taste in his mouth since he's too sore to brush his teeth.
But the worst is the exhaustion that smolders in the bags under his eyes and drags at his body, makes him long to go back to warm blankets and soft mattress, the comforting alpha scent of Bakugo and the sweet release of sleep.
He'd had all of that last night for a few blissful hours . . . and then it'd been cruelly ripped away by Midoriya Izuku.
First, the yeowling. There was no other word for it. Everyone knew Midoriya was a chatterbox, but he was generally pretty quiet, more of a mumbler than anything else. Who knew he had that set of lungs on him?
Well, as of last night, everyone who'd been in the damn dorms knows. Including Denki, who'd bolted upright at the first scream only to find himself facing an incredibly embarrassed Iida, who said he was checking on him for Bakugo.
They'd been trapped in that room together, Iida sitting rigidly at Bakugo's desk pretending to read a math textbook, Denki flopping back on the bed pretending to sleep, and both of them frantically pretending they weren't incredibly turned on as they listened to Midoriya getting the best dicking of his life in the room directly above. From both Todoroki and Bakugo, the lucky little slut!
Things had gotten quiet for a little while, and Denki had been about to doze off again when Bakugo slammed into the room, naked and reeking of sex. Of Todoroki. Of Midoriya.
Of omega.
Denki's not a genius but he's not a complete moron, either. Todoroki's musked enough in display that his status as an alpha was without question, and Bakugo sure as hell wasn't one either, so that left-
"Midoriya's an omega?!" he'd blurted. Winced, immediately regretting his life choices because his mouth had flared with pain from his poor jaw.
Bakugo had turned blazing eyes on him and snarled, "Get the fuck out!" He'd tossed what looked like his clothing into his hamper and snarled at Iida, "You, too, Four-eyes! Get out and take Blondie with you. If he can poke his nose into other people's business then it's obviously not bothering him any more."
So Denki lost his place in Bakugo's bed, dragged bodily out of the room by Iida, who took him down to the third floor and Denki's own room, Denki's own bed, which was cold and empty and didn't smell half as nice as the smoky musk of Bakugo's.
And then the yeowling had started up again.
It had continued all. fucking. night. Pun definitely intended! Which, okay, it made sense if Midoriya really was an omega and this was his first time with Todoroki but dammit, wasn't an alpha supposed to be considerate of others around him? Couldn't the guy have gagged Midoriya, or made him bite a pillow, or suck someone(Denki's) dick? Anything, as long as it shut him up! You could hear him on the third floor! You could hear him down in the common room! Denki knows this for a fact because he tried to sleep on the couches before giving up and sitting, blank-eyed and groggy, in front of the TV watching an endless parade of variety shows until Todoroki finished stuffing his bitch full of come.
The students out on patrol had come back in dribs and drabs sometime around 6am. Denki had barely registered them until Kirishima had come to see why he was on the couch, Mineta and Ashido trailing after, curious and looking for gossip.
Kirishima, sweet and caring bro that he is, had knelt beside him, touched his knee. "Dude, why aren't you in bed?"
"Midoriya," Denki whimpered.
"Midoriya," agreed the nightie huddled in the armchair to his left. Hagakure had apparently joined him sometime last night and he hadn't even noticed. He'd have felt bad except it was Hagakure.
Kirishima's quiet, "oh shit," was overpowered by Ashido's dismayed, "What about Midoriya? Did something happen? Did he break something again?"
"He's an omega," Denki had answered. "He's an omega and he spent all night with Todoroki. All. Night," he'd said, trying to get them to understand the seven-or-so hours of aching, horny, exhausting hell he'd lived through, but only half of that had filtered through.
"Midoriya's an omega?!" Ashido had squealed.
"Midoriya got laid?!" Mineta had hissed.
And of course that had brought over Ochako, who's got some kind of built in radar for any mention of Midoriya, and she'd demanded details, and so now here they are, all five of them -no, six, Hakagure is still here- sitting in common room in various states of costume and sleepware, eating late suppers or early breakfasts that Kirishima is making them, each of them waiting for . . .
Ochako is obviously waiting to get in on whatever's between Midoriya and Todoroki. An alpha and an omega, all they need is a beta, right? She can slot right in if she plays her cards right and finally get the dick she's been panting after for months. Todoroki will be a nice little bonus.
Mineta, he's waiting for the lurid aftermath. Denki's traded fap material with the guy and knows exactly what he's thinking: that though Todoroki probably took care of things last night, sometimes one go isn't enough, one dick isn't enough, and, well, what are friends for but to step in during times of need? Midoriya might not have tits but he's still got an omega's needy body, and desperation for a fuck can be its own kind of turn-on.
Ashido's waiting for the shoujo scene. The sparkles and the soft looks. The pet names and the grand declaration of eternal devotion over toast and bacon. Maybe an exchange of rings - no, ring-shaped ice, since Todoroki won't have had time. Unless he's secretly known about Midoriya's true nature and has been planning this for months, heart aching as he's forced to wait for just the right moment and Denki has to work really hard not to smash his battered face into the kitchen table because it is way, way too easy to get caught up in that sort of soppy shoujo thinking.
As for Hagakure and Kirishima, Denki's not sure why they're here. Maybe Hagakure wants to yell at Midoriya? Kirishima doesn't seem to have any stakes in this at all since it's not Bakugo-
Bakugo! Shit, yeah, what was that about last night, anyway? Did he get cut out by Todoroki?
But before Denki can really start to pick at that thought he's interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Muffled voices.
Heads shoot up around the room, bodies turn toward the stairwell.
"-should eat something anyway! Some fruit, perhaps, or toast. It's not good to start the day on an empty stomach," Iida insists as he, Todoroki, and Midoriya come into view.
Right away it's obvious Ochako's lost her chance. Iida is on the left side, dressed in street clothes and chopping the air with his hands, the world's first nutritionist robot. Todoroki is on the right, also in casual clothes but still half asleep, his hair a mess, his eyes squinted shut and his arm draped across Midoriya's shoulders to let himself be guided. And Midoriya? He's in dressed in loose t-shirt and sweats, relaxed and confident with the two pressed close at his sides, one arm around zombie-Todoroki's waist to gently propel him forward, the other with his hand at his chin as he mumbles along with Iida about breakfast.
"You make a good point. My metabolism has gotten a lot higher because of the extra muscle mass I've built up. Even if I'm not hungry now I should at least have a snack so I don't crash later today, and fruit does sound good-"
"Grapefruit," Iida says. "You can have the other half of mine. And I'll make you peanut butter toast as well, and eggs and ham for Todoroki. He needs the protein."
Midoriya smiles up at him, that no-holds-bared sunshine beam that warms you down to your toes. Midoriya isn't Denki's type but- shit. Iida is such a lucky bastard. "That's perfect. Don't you think, Shouto?"
"Mmmmmmhrmmm," groans Todoroki's walking corpse. He's lucky, too. Got laid, gonna get fed, gets to sleep on his feet. It makes Denki sick.
" . . . Old married triad," says Ashido, wilting under the burden of snuffed sparkles and broken daydreams.
"Already married," Kirishima agrees.
"Not erotic at all," Mineta moans, a too-loud whine that manages to break through the bubble of domesticity around the trio and bring their attention back to the rest of the world.
Midoriya stops dead. He takes in the faces of his fellow students, his eyes growing wider and wider, his face getting redder and redder, his free arm coming up in slow motion to curl around his head in a pathetic attempt to shield himself from view. It's pointless - any doubts about what he is and what he's been doing are blown away by the sweet, rich perfume of a mated omega filling the air about him, bright with notes of Todoroki's winter sharpness.
Then Iida steps in front of him, bristling with beta protectiveness. "What- what is the meaning of this? Why are you all sitting here waiting like a group of- of-"
"Fucking voyeurs," growls a familiar voice.
"Yes, that." Iida crosses his arms, nodding to the rumpled figure pushing past him. "Thank you, Bakugo."
"Cram it, Four-eyes. It's too damn early for this bullshit. And knock that off, Deku. You can't hide what you did so suck it up and deal."
". . . yes, Kacchan."
Bakugo grunts in satisfaction and stomps over to the kitchen table, where he snags a chair between Denki and Hagakure and proceeds to glare at the blank space in front of him until Kirishima fills it with a plate of rice and grilled fish.
Yup. Kirishima is totally here to catch the rebound.
Bakugo starts shovelling food in his mouth, chewing like the stuff has personally offended him. Iida goes over to the fridge to make his new snuggle buddies some fruit parfaits or whatever. And Todoroki gets dumped into a chair before Midoriya pulls one up for himself so he can sit close and let Todoroki keep sleeping on him.
"All this homemaker love-love stuff is gross," says Mineta. "I'm going to bed."
To jerk off, probably. Denki can't blame him. The loose clothing is good camo, but Midoriya's t-shirt rode up enough to flash his belly when he was putting Todoroki in the chair, and there is absolutely no doubt that Todoroki is indeed a virile alpha and Midoriya took his fucking like a champ. Those washboard abs of Midoriya's are curving around a definite bulge.
Shi~t. Talk about stuffed full! No wonder you're dead this morning, Todoroki!
It's shaping up to be an awkward, silent, miserable breakfast-supper-thing when Ochako finally speaks up.
"Um, so. Deku. You- you're really an omega, huh?" she stammers into her cup of miso. "I mean. I mean obviously you are, it's just. I guess I'm surprised? Um. That you didn't tell me."
Ashido breaths a scandalized, "Ooooooh. She didn't know either," from Denki's left, and perks up at the possibility of fresh drama.
For his part, Denki can only shake his head in amazement. Things have actually gotten worse. Plus Ultra! Or something.
Midoriya bites his lip. His battered hands clench together on the tabletop, his big green eyes staring at them fixedly. Guiltily. "I . . . yeah. I'm really sorry for not telling you, Ochako, but. Our class is filled with alphas and betas, and I just. Didn't want to make a big deal of it, especially since I've been on blockers for years . . ."
The cup of miso slams down onto the breakfast table. Too hard. It spatters drops everywhere. "No! No, it's okay!" says Ochako, her voice too loud, her words too understanding. "This is . . . this is actually a good thing. It solves- um. It helps."
Midoriya frowns at her, a curve that makes that plush lower lip, pinker from having been bitten, thrust out slightly. "I'm sorry? I don't understand."
Ochako's smile is a pretty good fake. Denki only notices the seams because at this angle he can see the sad droop to shoulders that had been pulled tight with nerves until Midoriya had come down the stairs. She says, "I know. And. That's a good thing, too."
She pushes back her chair and stands. "I . . . have to get to bed. Congrats, Deku! Um, you too, Iida. And tell Todoroki I said so when he actually wakes up, okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks," says Midoriya. He's still frowning as she walks quickly out of the kitchen. He starts to rise, but then Iida's there with his hand on Midoriya's shoulder, squeezes and shakes his head at Midoriya's questioning glance.
Bakugo finally looks up from his plate. "Round Face isn't some needy bitch for you to go chasing after, Deku. Let her deal with shit in peace. That goes for you, too, you fucking gossip!" he growls, dragging Ashido by the wrist back into her seat.
"Boo~! You're such a spoil sport, Bakugo~!" she whines, but obediently settles back.
Midoriya eases into a soft smile. "You're a good alpha, Kacchan."
"Tch. Of fucking course."
It's true. Despite everything Bakugo is a good alpha. So why is Midoriya with Todoroki? What happened last night? And Iida?! Why Iida when Ochako's been gagging for it? What the hell is up with this situation?
The omurice in Denki's plate provides no answers. It just sits there, cold and gross and with too much ketchup. It's probably some kind of metaphor. That's how they work, right? Present Mic talked about those in class but Denki hadn't really been paying attention.
"Well, you're not the boss of me. And, I know how to keep a secret," says Hagakure, setting aside her cereal bowl. "So I'm going after her. Congratulations, Midoriya, Iida! And, Todoroki, when he wakes up!"
Denki stares after her longingly. She's escaped. So lucky.
"Ow!" he flinches away from Bakugo's fist grinding into his ribs. "Wha~t?" he groans. He's so tired. He's so sore. He's so-
"Go back to bed, Battery Brains."
Hopeful despite himself, Denki asks, "Your bed?"
"Fuck no."
Definitely some kind of metaphor.
- END