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Katsuki takes in a puff of his Marlboro and exhales. He’s sitting on one of the two chairs that are on the balcony of the top Pro Hero apartment in Tokyo that was supposed to be his and Izuku’s right next to their agency. He just dropped off Kirishima to Mina’s apartment and Izuku to.. Uraraka. He rips his wrist scent patches off and takes in another puff looking at the night sky.
It’s not like I wanted to like him. He’s just so Deku. No literally. People on Twitter have legitimately created an adjective to describe someone who’s a kind, strong, and hot Alpha because of him. In comparison to the Dynamight who’s too buff for an omega and would scare away any Alpha with his pheromones, I’m like a joke. He exhales the smoke.
Suddenly he pulls out his phone and opens the camera, setting it up on the table to record. It’s something his therapist taught him in order to process his feelings, not like he was doing this because he liked it but he figured he should nip whatever issues he had in the bud before he and Izuku live together on their pathway to marriage. Obviously not that it was gonna happen now anyway.
“Uh..where do I even start?.. This is the first time I’m doing this therapist shit and to be honest it's beyond me, but I feel like shit tonight so let’s try it.” He pauses for a minute, “LongstoryshortIgotfuckingrejected.” This feels embarrassing, out loud it’s embarrassing, and my whole Operation Alpha plan has gone to shit. Okay she said to elaborate on your feelings and..and say how you truly feel with no filter because you can always just delete the video after. He deletes the video and starts a new one. Okay let’s try this again.
He’s radiating off nerves and awkwardness even though nobody’s there to listen to him. Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t do feelings. He doesn’t talk about them, acknowledge them, or think about them until they throw themselves at him first. He puts out his cigarette and lights another one. He sits and stares at himself in the camera. He deletes the 2 minute video of silence, starting it again. He sits and stares at himself in the camera taking long puffs. Then deletes the 36 minute video of silence, starting it again. This continues.
Okay well now he’s smoked his whole pack at this point and it’s been hours of just staring into the camera and deleting it. Didn’t think it’d be this fucking hard. He opens the carton box and looks at it. He’s down to his last cigarette. Alright, one more to end the night. He lights his last cigarette and takes in two short puffs. Feeling the buzz, he starts the video again and even rips off his neck scent patches to show he’s getting more comfortable.
“Uh hey. I keep deleting the videos once I start 'em cause I look like a doof but I’m on my last cig, which means I needa end the night. Dunno how I’mma react to this tomorrow in the morning cause those drinks I had back there are getting to me…back there. So yeah uh the party.” He groans and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands, “Izuku and..Uraraka are like a thing now I guess. They’re stupid. Not Cheeks though. I dunno, I’m just feelin like shit. I mean I look like shit. Everybody can see it…I’m ripped, big, and not Omegan at all. I mean this body saves lives everyday and is built to handle villains but..Fuck I dunno. I don’t wanna be all sappy and shit about omega image but it sure does suck when you’re not your Alpha’s type. Not that he is my alpha.” He looks at the camera, “I’m sure as hell not below anyone though, whatever they say on Twitter can stay there.” He gets quiet and takes in a puff, looking down at his lap. Images of the tweets on Twitter stream through his mind.
“I’m pretty sure they mixed up his test results. No way that burly dude is an Omega”
-”It’s a New Age and people are still worried about people’s genders?? Weird..”
-”All I’m sayin is I wouldn’t wanna be saved by a gorilla disguised as an omega. Bet his pheromones smell like how he acts. Horrible.
He feels his eyes start to burn and looks ahead trying to continue the story. “Fuck that. Anyway. I keep sayin I dunno but I really dunno. He just chose her over me. It’s as simple as that.” Except it wasn’t. Because they had history. They go back to when they were kids saying they were going to marry each other once Izuku becomes an Omega and Katsuki becomes an Alpha. It goes back to middle school when they presented and he suddenly started lashing out at Izuku, but was also craving his scent. It goes back to when..when he thought Izuku still loved him all these years like how he had.
He closes his eyes and leans back, exhaling his smoke, “Would it have been better if I was cuter or some shit. Small, no muscle, and acted like a soft maiden.” He snorts. Then drops his face, “Or would it have been better if I was her.” It goes quiet for a minute.
“I just..I just thought I got through to him ya know. I basically cook every meal he eats, spar with him like it’s our nightly routine, scent his clothes, prep shit for him during his ruts, and I dunno maybe just maybe he could think of me as an omega instead of just Kacchan for once.” He takes a puff and sighs, “Can’t really look or act the part though..maybe it was just no use. Even if I looked different I would still act how I act and even if I acted different I would still look the way I look. Fuck this is so weird.” Katsuki looks at the camera again, “I’m a damn steal if I say so myself. It’s not my fault dumbasses can’t see it. I’m taller than any omega but I’m still shorter than Zu. I work my body like crazy to shoulder the impact of my grenades not that anyone would see or be interested in. I’m not lacking in the chest department either. I mean I know that’s popular with Alphas or something but maybe my attitude is so horrid that it’s overlooked. Fuck that’s even worse. My legs are built like a stallion so I can land when I fly through the air, not like that’s even something to consider because I wear those baggy ass pants. I wouldn’t say my face is ugly either. Okay I’m not on some insecure shit convo over. It’s just..” He avoids the camera that’s basically taking in his most vulnerable Omega feelings and takes in one final puff.
I mean am I really that horrid that he couldn’t even consider me? I heard heavier omegas were in style over in America. Maybe I’ll find someone there. He suddenly breaks out laughing, clutching his stomach like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Then the tears came. And then the sobs, and now he was clutching at the scent glands on his neck like he’s trying to cover his soul in front of a god that could see right through him because the scent that was pouring out of him right now wasn’t funny or happy, it smelt like an Omega who had just experienced being tossed aside by their Alpha.
He practically slaps the tears off his face like a shocking himself from a cold shower, takes in a shaky breath, and puts out his last cigarette on his signed All Might card. “Yeah..America, that sounds nice.”
***
It’s hot. It’s hot as fuck.
Katsuki opens his eyes from the brightness and rubs his face. He’s on the balcony still and the morning sun is beaming down on him. He’s thirsty and his lungs feel like a dry dust rag. He coughs into his arm and goes to check the time but his phone is on the table basically destroyed. “What the fuck?” Immediately memories come flushing in. Dammit.
“Ugh! I didn’t even delete that embarrassing ass video before I fucking broke it!” He remembers ending the video and crying like a baby before he passed out on the table with his arms as his pillow. At 3 AM he woke up and moved his arms to sit up and check the time but his phone fell on the floor. He leaned down to get it but it was too narrow so he put his hands underneath the chair, butt still attached to the chair, set it down, and then sat back down on it to get a more clear view. *Shatter* He fucking crushed his phone with the foot of the chair with his fat ass. Okay well, that would have otherwise been fine except he had 20 cigarettes in his system and downed 15 drinks that night to wallow in his sorrows so he just picked it up and set it on the table, going right back to sleep.
He gets up and walks to the door so he can go to the kitchen and hydrate. He opens the door and looks back at his phone on the table. “I’ll just get it later.”
***
Katsuki fucking Bakugou you beast. Only you could be this high functioning after a shit night. Arrogant abode? Clean. Dishes? Done. Trash? Taken out. Electrolytes? TAKEN. Nest? Smells like Izuku. His stupid clothes are all over the place, “Fuck. He’s so annoying. Texting me where I’m at, who I'm with, where I’ve been, what I’m doing and why Ms. Hina told him that I moved out of my old place a couple of days ago like I didn’t just see his dumb Alpha ass pick another Omega over me as if I haven’t quite literally been by his side since the beginning of time. Good thing I didn’t tell him about this place.” Wanted to though. It was gonna be ours. I’m literally moping around in his room that was supposed to be our house in my nest that has his clothes. Alright, none of that sappy shit I’m over him. I gotta get a grip, I’m ignoring him. This is my week. It’s 11 PM, took off work, AC on, ice cream in hand, and– “FUCK!”
He jolts up out of his nest and checks his new phone he got an hour ago from the Hero services. He just remembered. His drunk ass booked a flight last night for San Francisco that leaves tomorrow at 6 PM, “Ugh! This is so stupid! Stupid. Stupid Izuku! I already took leave for a week!” He scrolls and goes to Japan Airlines, sighing. “Japan Airlines..Katsuki Bakugou..Found it!” Good thing is he only booked it for two days. Bad thing is, going to another country is fucking expensive and he spent five thousand dollars in USD to get first class because he thought he deserved the best shit while he was drunk. He ruffles his hair and then starts to laugh hysterically, “Great! Fucking great! I lost my yen, Izuku, and my leave time! No, this is perfect. It’s exactly what I wanted. This is all…going to plan.” He slides back down, curling up in his nest, and lets out a whimper. “Guess I’m leaving tomorrow.” He tosses his phone, ignoring Izuku’s messages and just closes his eyes.
***
Okay well shit it turns out he didn’t “just” close his eyes. He slept for the whole damn day basically. He woke up to a flood of text messages from Izuku that he just couldn’t bring himself to reply to on why he’s acting like this, did he do anything wrong, thirty texts of him apologizing but not knowing what he’s apologizing for. He sighs and shuts it off. Maybe he did need this two day trip. Something to take his mind off of and forget for a bit. He decided he’ll just print out his physical ticket at the airport instead of on his phone because then he’ll have to look at the messages. He doesn't even have Twitter anymore because of those few tweets he read. They probably would have said more if they knew Dynamight would read them.
Katsuki walks over to the water dispenser and drinks a couple glasses. Hm. That’s odd. He checks his chart, “It starts in a week, are we serious. Wait I’m fine I have a week of heat leave, but mine only lasts for two days. So basically.. I HAVE TWO WEEKS OF LEAVE.” He cackles out. He’s also susceptible to mood swings near his heat. Maybe this will be a good two weeks.
The whole house fills with salted caramel and toasted sugar on cinnamon apples. The smell of pleased and content Omega. He hums with satisfaction knowing he got a good night’s rest. It’s 4 PM which means he has two hours to pack and get to the airport.
***
Katsuki’s wearing a black hoodie, gray sweats, a black cap, and a mask. He brought a suitcase instead of a backpack in case he brought back some snacks. He heard their spicy chips are on a whole nother level. His mouth is watering at the thought of it. Maybe it’s his heat cravings. He looks down at his wrist patches. Not like anyone will take interest in what I smell like anyway, what’s the point of these. He knows that you can smell what the other person is feeling or thinking just by their scent if you’re close enough and contrary to what people may believe, Katsuki Bakugou is actually a sensitive soul. His words aren’t honest but his pheromones sure are.
He walks out of the airport bathroom and makes his way towards Gate B. Looking at his watch since he turned off his phone, he doesn’t look ahead and bumps into the crowd. His ticket falls and he crouches down to pick it up mumbling how extras can’t look where they’re going knowing he just did the same thing– *BANG* A sharp shot of adrenaline pierces through his legs and he shoots up immediately looking around with his pupils blown. It’s not a villain…no..This feels..feels different. His patches soak with distress, confusion, and contentness? He doesn’t know what the hell is going on but he instinctively knows..that this is an Alpha stare with intent. He learned about this in middle school. An Alpha will stare at an Omega with intent to hunt them down and their instincts send warnings to the body to run. This stare might just be that.
Is this real. I’m wearing a mask. They can’t even see me. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? What does this even mean? I never paid a whole lotta attention to this kinda shit because I didn’t think anyone would try it on me of all people. Wait but I’m leaving right now. Does that count as reciprocating the chase? Katsuki pulls his cap forward and unconsciously hunches his shoulders tight. His suitcase rolls and he starts slowly walking toward Gate B trying to act like he didn’t notice. What was the time on his watch again..5:54 PM.. that means it’s 5:56 PM right now and his gate is 30 seconds away. Okay what were the rules for that intent shit. Think. Think. Think,-- ‘Only if the Omega runs, can they then start the chase so make sure to watch out for Alphas who send that intent-’ His middle school teacher’s voice echos. Okay I’m a Pro Hero I can outrun them either way, my gate is right there, I’m calm, and I won’t run.
Putting a bit of a pep into his step he reaches the door in 15 seconds, scans his ticket, discreetly looks around, and immediately bolts to the airplane door once the attendant closes the main door for entry. ‘Gate B closed for take off.’ sounds on the speakers.
He looks around paranoid and quickly finds his seat because he’s at the front of the plane in first class. Taking massive gulps of his water bottle, he feels settled down now. Maybe he was just paranoid and mistaked the feeling or something. His mask was on and he wasn’t recognizable. Plus even if they did see him they wouldn’t have actually initiated anyway. Feeling a little bit better, he puts his headphones on waiting for the plane to leave. A calm melody flows into his ears and he shuts his eyes.
‘Japan Airlines, apologies for the delay, there has been an incident regarding Pro Hero Deku that he must overlook. Please have patience.’ sounds over the speakers.
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Katsuki tries to bring his hands to rub his eyes feeling grogginess take over expecting to see the airplane tablet in front of him but he realizes. He can’t bring his hands to his face. They’re tied up by something. His eyes shoot open and take in the scenery all around him. This is..This is Izuku’s room in our house. No my house…My nest is on the bed where I left it…I’m butt ass naked and my hands are tied up on the bed frame like I’m in Fifty Shades of Grey. Is this a dream? I was literally just on the flight to San Francisco—
His thoughts get cut off. The smell hits his nose instantly. *Click* The door clicks open. A woody pine scent that he’s smelled before. But not in this context. This one–This one is downright sinful. It’s dripping in possessiveness and a need that hasn’t been quenched. Before it smelled fresh, like taking a drive to the woods inhaling the pine and air that hasn’t been polluted yet. This smells like being pinned and fucked in woods like animals would do. He doesn’t know if his mind is playing tricks on him, but that might just be Izuku staring across the room from him. Izuku makes eye contact, his eyes flash green with slits and his fangs are dropped. Wait his fangs are dropped.
“I-Izuku?” This might be a dream but he’s a bit taken back considering never seeing him with his fangs dropped even in his dreams because he just couldn’t imagine how it would look. Izuku has amazing self control even in villain fights.
“Oh Kacchan.” he says with a soft smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, making sure to flash his canines. Katsuki flinches. Usually Alphas don’t flash their canines at Omegas because it’s a mating initiation that requires actual intent that can’t be done on command. Walking over to the dresser, he picks up a cardboard box. Then starts striding over to the bed.
Suddenly his teacher’s unfinished words from before start to echo, ‘Only if the Omega runs, can they then start the chase so make sure to watch out for Alphas who send that intent!..Omegas don’t act like you don’t notice their intent either because if you walk away slowly they’ll think you want to be caught.’