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Bakugou woke up in pain.
It wasn't like the kind of pain you'd feel if you had an open wound or a broken bone though. It was like a full body soreness that prevented him from sitting up when he tried, causing him to hiss and fall back down.
Shinsou murmured something beside him, and Bakugou stilled as he tried not to wake the other completely. The events of the night prior flashed through his head over and over again. He could admit it was really fucking good, and Shinsou had respected his boundaries the whole time so he virtually had no complaints up until now, when his brain desperatley made an escape plan to be gone before he woke up.
Regretfully, he remembered the sudden push of the knot clear as day, because that's when the pain started. It filled his hole in a way he'd never felt before because it filled him up completely . Everytime his body clenched it would start all over again, an aching pain shooting up his groin and lower back. He'd been sedated though after the feeling of a wet heat flooded his insides.
He cursed when he remembered how much cum had filled him after that, and it had taken minutes for Shinsou to actually finish up after that. It would probably hurt to get it all out too, unfortunately.
But when he moved a hand to his rear and examined the area, he was clean. He didn't feel any kind of sticky residue or dried cum between him. Even the sheets were still clean.
“You okay?” A voice startled him, and he whipped around to see a one eyed open Shinsou staring back at him, his face still half shoved into the pillow.
“I'm fine.” Bakugou nipped, his hostility returning as of being spooked. “You just been watching me this whole damn time?”
“No…but I could smell your discomfort. Woke me up again.”
Bakugou was not going to apologize for that. It's not like it was his fault his stupid omega had needs he didn't care for. “The fuck do you mean again?”
“You were whimpering in your sleep. I thought maybe it was because of the..um…that you were uncomfortable. So I cleaned up a bit. Hope that's okay.”
Oh.
He felt like he should be mad, but he wasn't. His bed was clean, and at least there wasn't a mess of…fluids waiting on his skin.
“Thanks.” he finally replied reluctantly. He could tell the comment made Shinsou happy so, whatever…pain in the ass, Bakugou thought.
Just because the mess was mostly gone, doesn't mean he wasn't going to be in pain. He shifted again, grimacing slightly as the dull ache returned.
“Hey, don't try to move if you're in pain.” Shinsou reached a hand out to rest against his bicep. Bakugou would allow it only because it did calm him. The closer the alpha got, the more he felt lulled into comfort, soothed in an apology.
“I'm fine.” He grumbled again, settling back into the pillow.
“Let me run you a bath.”
“Do you even have ears? I said I'm fine dumbass.”
“You're fine, I know, but I guarantee a bath would really help the soreness.” Shinsou's offer was slowly sounding more convincing. Getting pampered by someone doesn't necessarily mean an insult he knew, but it was just a damn bath. He could do that himself.
“Fine.” He only agreed to satisfy the alpha, a thank you for everything before.
Shinsou was quick to his feet, leaving the room and letting Bakugou have a moment of peace. Finally alone, he reached around again to feel himself, wincing as his fingers traced his sore spots. Because he'd been moving around more, there was a bit of wetness there, but not enough to gross him out. Even his muscles there were sore, like his bones had been smacked over and over again (news flash, they basically had). He heard the water turn on a second or two later and he sighed in a low displead tone.
Why was he letting Shinsou help him so much? He didn't need it, hellbent on never asking for it. So why did this big mangy annoying alpha just invite himself to do so anyways? They were both incredibly stubborn, that's for sure. Shinsou was just polite about it.
He thought ahead, slowly sitting up and adjusting to the ache because he was not about to be carried around his own home. His legs wobbled when he finally stood, the weight of his body unfamiliar to standing as if it had been years off his feet. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself before leaving the bed completely and sauntering over to the bathroom. When he entered, Shinsou looked back at him surprised and Bakugou stopped him before he could speak.
“If you're about to ask again if I'm fine, I will make you leave.”
Shinsou closed his mouth tightly at that, as his hand extended out under the stream of water to check its temperature.
“I'll stand out there, if you want to get in now.”
Bakugou nodded, and Shinsou got up to walk out. But he felt…something…watching the purple haired hero leave. He wanted to call him back, and sit in his company. He ignored the feeling, as they were making him even more agitated, and let the blanket slip off his shoulders. The sudden exposure cooled his bare skin, so got into the bath as quickly as possible, shivering at the sudden change when he slipped a foot in to feel how warm it was. The temperature was somehow…perfect.
He normally didn't enjoy hot baths, or even hot showers, especially since he was always so naturally high in temperature. But he honestly felt a bit cold today, maybe because his body had adjusted to the temperature of the alpha beside him, and cooling more rapidly when he was away. He hated that kind of reliance, but he couldn’t change it now.
As expected, the bath was amazing for his aches and pains. He could untense now, and breath steadily as water pooled around his limbs.
A knock to the door pulled him out of a heat induced hazed only a few minutes later.
“Got you water, if you want it?” Shinsou called.
“Can't hear you. Just come in.”
He could hear the man just fine, but he didn't mind giving in to the moment and allowing some company.
The door creaked open and Shinsou stepped inside. The purple haired hero was still wearing his shorts and tshirt, and despite the fact that they were now dirty, he didn't mind. Thinking he looked good in Bakugou's clothes, was less easy to admit.
Shinsou set the cup down onto the edge of the tub and Bakugou took it eagerly, suddenly realizing how thirsty he was.
He watched Shinsou look around as he stood in place awkwardly, as if he was trying to figure out where his place was inside the rather large bathroom.
“Maybe I should head out now since-”
“Chill.” Bakugou called out, not looking up at the other directly. “I might need a refill so, chill out for a damn second.”
Shinsou seemed to pause and consider, but he quickly walked back over to the tub and sat down next to it, opposite of Bakugou with his head tilted back against the wall.
“Feeling better?” He asked, breaking the silence, and the blonde shifted his legs so that one crossed the other, his foot splashing a bit of eater on Shinsou as a result. That was his reply. And maybe he liked it because the man was smirking after wiping stray droplets from his cheek.
“Listen if…last night was too much..”
“It wasn't.” Bakugou was quick to bud in. “And before you start saying anything ridiculous, I don't expect anything else from you. If this is just a once in a while thing we can keep it quiet.”
When the silence felt overwhelming, he directed his eyes back to the other, who had one arm stretched out on the edge of the tub and his head still tilted back against the wall as he stared down at the other, questioning.
“What?” Bakugou asked. “I know how this friends with benefits thing works, hell if it's just a one night stand then fine.”
“Right.” Shinsou finally responded.
Another minute of silence.
“Does it have to be?”
“What?”
“I mean, does it have to be just a…sex thing? I'm really good at picking places to eat out, and now that I know your taste in movies we could go see something sometime.”
Bakugou's eyes narrowed as he listened.
“What, you mean, like a date?”
Shinsou shrugged.
“Why not?”
“No way in hell.” Bakugou immediately declined. This wasn't some kind of romance thing, he knew that. So why the hell was he pretending to entertain the idea of being something more?
“We don't have to go out, I can just come over and make that mapo tofu for you, if you'd prefer.”
Now his argument was making sense, and Bakugou gave him a shy side glance, hinting that he could be persuaded.
“...and maybe make out.” Shinsou added with a smirk, and the blonde scoffed in return, rolling his eyes as he sank back down deep into the tub.
“All I'm saying is, I want to spend time with you.”
“It's your instincts.” Bakugou mumbled against bubbles of water that floated around his chin.
“Why does that matter?” Shinsou asked, brow raised.
“Cuz that's all it is. I satisfy them so you want more.”
“Maybe but…I want to spend time you because I enjoy it. Hard to believe, I know.” Bakugou flicked more water at him as he spoke, in what felt like a less irritated and more playful manner.
“Whatever.” He grumbled.
Shinsou left shortly after that, but not before Bakugou graciously shoved him into the shower after his bath to clean off too. He was thoughtful, and even if he wouldn't admit it, the alpha knew this was satisfying his instincts too.
Sure enough, he was pristine out on the field that next week. Setting goals and record breakers in the same day while somehow getting enough sleep and time to eat. His body felt lighter than ever, and his mind clear. It was a new feeling, one he tried to forget about because it reminded him of a certain alpha, but even when he forgot he found himself lingering on the idea of his scent. Like a deep warming lavender, something that halted him mid run when he passed a flower shop.
He did keep his hands off himself for the remainder of the week however, refusing to let his dick think for him. This wasn't anything other than human nature, to Bakugou. It was an instinct driven relationship that his own animalistic biology guided, and it wasn't going to be his choice till he actively chose it. That thought alone was enough to center him each time heat began to pool in his lower stomach. Each time he was caught up on the nights they'd shared, and the way Shinsou looked at him with interest more than desire.
It was abnormal for him, but not unwarranted, especially with what happened at the conference…which was still a large issue that unfortunately, Deku also shared concerns over.
“All I'm trying to say is that he shouldn't have been allowed to create an alpha only event through the Safety Commission. That's against code of conduct and everyone should have declined his application to lead the meeting.” Midoriya spoke in a professional tone, clearly still nervous but passionate enough to take a stand against the bullshit.
“I don't think it was an alpha only event, they only discourage them from going.” Someone else on the staff board points out, and he watches the omega bite his lip.
“That's exactly my point. What would have happened if an omega had gone? They would've been put in imminent danger without even knowing it. There was no official form posted or communication at all that indicated what would be happening. We need to stand up for each other.”
Bakugou gets it, and part of him wishes he could stand up for the other omegas in the room too, because they were clearly upset by the subject. He was upset too, but he knew the commission didn't care enough to change it.
“The commission won't care about one simple omegan request to reprimand the guy, Deku. If anything they'll put repercussions on you for causing a ruckus in their corporate chain. Last thing we need is our hero agency to get flamed for undisciplined omegas.”
The room goes dead silent and Bakugou's eyes snap to the speaker. Everyone there senses it, because they're all looking at him now with wide, fearful eyes.
And they should be scared.
“If anyone here is undisciplined it's you . If you've got nothing better to do than hate on omegas, you can drag your lame ass out of this conference room and go die.”
“Kacchan..” Izuku called quietly as Bakugou got up and walked towards the door.
“I don't care if it's your opinion, but I will not tolerate someone's opinion infringing on other people's rights. Got that?”
The staff member nodded excessively, eyes still wide in fear as they listened against the room of silent employees and heros.
“Meetings’ over.” He grumbled.
Midoriya caught up to him after that, and they walked together in a glum silence before the green haired omega spoke up again.
“Hey…I'm…really sorry about that.”
“It's not your fault, nerd.” He couldn't blame Deku for something he didn't mean to cause. It wasn't his fault that they had bigots on their staff board and he should've just fired them on the spot.
“Basic common fucking sense. That's all this is.”
“You were there…right? I didn't go because Shouto warned me beforehand…”
“Yeah.” Bakugou replied simply. “I'm not gonna sugar coat it.”
“So it really was that bad…” Midoriya fell silent again as they entered the main commons area.
Bakugou promised that if he ever saw the alpha again, he'd fix it. By fix it, he means, put the bastard in his place for everyone's sake. He was not opposed to a challenge, especially one from a shitty alpha.
“Get back to work, nerd. It's only eleven.” He finally interjected into one of his childhood best friend's many rambles.
“O-oh! Right.”
Bakugou turned to walk away but was stopped by another call.
“Kacchan?”
“What.”
“Thank you.” Midoriya’s voice was kind, and sincere. “For standing up for me. I would never expect an…um…an alpha to do that, and I want you to know it means a lot to me.”
Bakugou stood with a hidden fist curled into his pocket, grinding his teeth as he listened. If Deku knew, that he wasn't an alpha, would he think less of him then?
“Yeah.” Was all he replied with, taking an extra few steps towards his office space, and groaning loudly as he shut the door and sank to the floor against it.
Why did the lying suddenly stress him out so much? First Kirishima and now…
A buzz from his other pocket caught his attention, and he stared at the screen wearily when Shinsou's name popped up.
SHINSOU: Free after work?
Bakugou bit his lip, already slightly irritated at the vague question. What else did he do but work and sleep...occasionally eating a good meal or seeing a friend. Most nights he just went to bed earlier anyway, so that he could wake up at 3:30 A.M. and go to the gym.
YOU: No.
Luckily for him, everything went smoothly for the rest of the day, including keeping his phone on silent and locked up so he wouldn't be distracted by another message. The agency barely received any complaints and even less villain attacks, but he still refused to leave early for the day. He sat amongst his reports, filling out each one in a repetitive slump. Location, Contacts, Disposition…over and over and over again.
He kept it up until all the motion sensor lights went off and it startled him out of focus. He groaned, getting up out of his seat and jumping around once or twice till they turned back on. He dropped back into his chair, still uninterested and wondering if they’d kill him for going out with the third shift patrol officers instead of sleeping. It was his agency after all, but he did have a lot of employees to pay and it would come out of his paycheck anyways.
With heavy consideration, he chose to finally go home. He walked tonight, the dull light of the city covering the stars in the sky and leaving it a lackluster haze. It almost felt too quiet, because he could hear his own breathing amongst booted foot steps.
His own home felt dull as he walked inside, dropping his keys on the counter and sauntering to his bed while simultaneously ripping off his costume. And as he laid there, half declothed and staring up at his white popcorn ceiling, he realized,
Everything felt dull.
He wasn’t tired though, getting back up and trudging into the kitchen to make a protein shake as a last ditch effort for dinner. Even that tasted bland. He paced, and paced, and paced, even trying a bath to warm his uneasy body. But nothing helped him shake the feeling, that maybe this was how it always had been. Maybe he was just too brainwashed into the pattern to see it properly. Maybe he needed to get out more.
Maybe…
He walked back to his strewn about hero outfit, digging in the other pocket to pull out his phone for the second time that day. To his surprise though, there were no new messages. He chewed at his bottom lip, opening up a certain conversation and staring at it blankly. No way would Shinsou be ignoring him, the bastard. He considered for a moment, that maybe it was a trick to get him to respond further, but how could Shinsou know that this was one of his biggest pet peeves?
He laid down in bed again, holding his phone across from him with a limp hand for a few more minutes before grumbling some remark and typing a new message.
YOU: Yes
He sent it, already feeling ridiculous and annoyed with himself for falling for it because a minute later he got a response.
SHINSOU: I’ll bring dinner.
YOU: Fine.
He wouldn’t deny the man’s presumably earth shattering cooking skills, though he could do better.
So he changed into sweats and a shirt, refusing to dress up for someone else but compromising with a small amount of cologne. It had always mixed pleasantly with his natural scent, according to Kirishima. He couldn't figure out why his pulse rose slightly, or why he was pulling up the small knitted pillow on his couch…or why he brushed his teeth right before eating. He tried not to think too hard on it.
Shinsou showed up about ten minutes later, the smell of spices and tofu telling him that maybe he’d made the right choice.