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Monoma wakes up inside a heat room. He gets up from a water bed and stumbles to the door on unsteady feet. He rattles the handle; Once. Twice. Nothing. It’s locked.
His vision is blurry, he’s hot all over, and he’s dizzy as hell. He calls for help but no one answers.
Oh, God, he’s going to die in here. There’s nothing he can do to help himself, and he's going to die locked inside a room with no one to bear witness to his last moments.
He screams for help and bangs his fist against the door. His throat clenches to the point it hurts and his vision swims as another wave of heat washes over him.
“S-somebody, please…”
He slumps to the floor as the door opens.
“It’s alright, I'm here," Recovery Girl says. She sticks a needle into the scent gland on his neck and administers the heat-blocker. "Everything is going to be okay."
She said the same thing last time. And the time before that. Nothing has changed.
Exhausting fuzziness swarms Monoma's vision. His eyes close and he drifts away as Recovery Girl watches over him.
Kendo’s hands twitch. She'll lose her mind if she has to sit and wait for even a minute longer.
She can’t take it anymore. The moment Recovery girl steps into the waiting area in front of her office Kendo is on her.
“How is he?? Is he any better than yesterday?”
“Hello to you, too, Kendo,” Recovery girl says. She gestures to the bench in the waiting area. “Please, have a seat.”
"No!" Her voice booms, creating an echo in the room's emptiness.
Recovery Girl reaches out, but Kendo snaps again.
"I don't want to sit! I want you to tell me how he’s doing!"
The old hero’s face crumples.
“I gave him the strongest treatment available, but his heat won’t subside. I’m afraid there isn’t much left I can do for him. I can only try my best to keep him comfortable until his heat ends.”
Kendo squints at her. “And when will that be? It’s been a week and nothing has changed! He’s still locked up in there; Suffering. And no one is doing a goddamn thing about it!”
Recovery Girl stares at her without a word of rebuttal. Kendo huffs, angry and disappointed.
“That’s it. I’m done waiting. I’m going in there." She stomps into Recovery Girl’s office and goes straight for Monoma's room.
Pony grabs her arm by the bicep, stopping her. “Kendo, don’t!”
She tries to jerk free, but Pony’s iron grip holds her in place.
“Recovery Girl is doing everything she can to help, so please don’t be like this!”
“I’m not being like anything.”
She rips her arm from Pony's firm hold and rubs her bicep where her blood flow was all but restricted. Pony’s face wrinkles with a mix of sympathy and pity that only serves to make Kendo angrier. She expels a sharp breath and spins around to grab the handle to Monoma's room.
“Kendo, please wait! Listen to reason!”
Kendo grits her teeth and glares at Pony over her shoulder. “I am listening to reason, so why aren’t you people!?”
Pony flinches at her tone but reaches for her hand anyway. Her round eyes soften with unshed tears.
“Please. Don’t do this. Be patient. He’ll get better.”
Recovery Girl comes closer and guides Kendo to the closest chair by the small of her back. Kendo lets herself be seated and hangs her head in her hands. She sighs shakily, trying to hold back her tears.
It doesn't work.
Nothing does. Not for Monoma, and not for her. Everything is just so so wrong.
“Honey, I know you’re worried about your friend, but I can’t let you go in there. The state he’s in is too fragile. You’re an unmated alpha, and you could seriously harm him.”
Kendo full-on sobs. “That’s not true. I would never do anything to hurt him." She shakes her head. "Never, never..." She wipes her tears and snot all in one go with her sleeve and looks up at Recover Girl. "I just want him to get better.”
Recovery Girl pets the top of her head.
“I know you do, honey. We all do."
She cups her face and wipes the tears that are still spilling like crazy.
"But there's nothing more we can do. All that’s left to do now is to wait."
Kendo sniffs. “Are you really sure there's nothing you can do anymore?"
Recovery Girl is silent for a moment. Something deep in her eyes tells Kendo she's holding back.
"Nothing at all?” Kendo prompts.
“Well-" Recovery Girl wets her lips. "There’s one more thing that can be done, but it’s against protocol.”
"But you'll do it. Right?"
She takes Recovery Girl's hands in hers and lightly squeezes them.
"Please. For Monoma."
The kid is much nicer than he seems. Recovery Girl doesn't want him to suffer either.
“I’ll make some calls and see what I can do, okay?”
Recovery Girl gives her a small but encouraging smile. Kendo lets go of her small wrinkly hands and takes the tissue Pony is offering her.
"I'll try my best," The nurse hero says. She stands up and opens the door to see the girls out.
“You two should go now. Monoma needs to rest."
Kendo blows her nose and nods. "Yeah. Say hi to him for us."
"Of course."
"C'mon," Pony says. She helps Kendo stand up and gives her a reassuring backrub as they walk out of the office.
“We got here as soon as we could," Vlad King says as he enters Recovery Girl's office with Principal Nezu. "What’s this about? Is Monoma finally getting better?”
“That’s why I called you here. I didn’t want to give you bad news over the phone.”
Vlad King’s face drops along with his entire demeanor.
“Bad news…” he mumbles.
“Is he getting worse?” Principal Nezu asks.
“I’m keeping him as comfortable as I can, but he’s been on heavy suppressants for an entire week, and there’s been no improvement so far.” She hates to be the bearer of bad news, but she’s tried everything in her power and this is as far as it has gotten her. “I can keep giving him the medicine until his heat ends, but I think we should ask Shinsou for help instead of waiting it out.”
“What?!” Vlad King can't believe what he's hearing. “You want to send an unmated alpha into a room with an omega in heat??”
“Yes, it’s my medical opinion. I know it’s unorthodox and that we have medications for these things, but this is his eighth day of heat. That’s three days over the standard maximum, yet his state isn’t improving.”
“Is there no chance of Monoma getting better on his own?” Principal Nezu asks.
“Damage that will be done to Monoma’s body before the heat ends is indeterminable. I’m worried about his long-term health.”
Principal Nezu hums in thought. “When I became the principal of this school I took an oath. I promised to protect our students and act according to their best interests. If you think this is what’s best for Monoma then we should allow it." He looks at Vlad King. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Vlad King puts his hands on his hips and frowns at the floor.
"Uh, yeah... Doing what's best for students. That's definitely what we should do." He nods in thought, still staring at the floor.
Recovery Girl puts a hand on his arm. "It's going to be okay, Vlad. I wouldn't have suggested this if I didn't believe so."
Vlad King snaps out of his doubts to look at Recovery Girl. "If Shinsou can help him then who am I to disagree? Besides, they're fated, so it should be fine, right?”
“It's best for nature to take its course and let those two resolve this the way an alpha and omega should.”
“Alright then," Principal Nezu says. "Let’s ask them what they think about this and get their consent. They don’t have to mate. Marking and bonding can help Monoma too, so there's nothing to worry about.”
“Exactly,” Recovery Girl says. “Whatever they decide to do is alright as long as they're fine with it and it ends Monoma’s heat.”
“Okay then, I’ll go find Shinsou and ask if he’s willing to help Monoma,” Vlad King says.
Recovery Girl checks her smartwatch. “There’s no need. He visits Monoma every day after his classes, so he should be here soon.”
“What? You let him visit Monoma!?”
“Calm down, Vlad. I don't let him anything. He just sits outside my office after school and does his homework. He’s no harm to Monoma in the hallway.”
“Oh, okay then. Sorry for overreacting.”
“Don’t worry, the heat room has vents that filter pheromones and scents. All air in it is fresh and safe for omegas in heat.”
“Right,” Vlad King says a bit awkwardly. “I knew that. I’ll go ahead and wait for Shinsou to get here then. I’ll explain everything he needs to know, and you talk to Monoma in the meantime, okay?”
“Yes, of course. I’ll go and talk to him right away. The sooner we deal with this the better," Recovery Girl says. "Principal Nezu, please call their parents and let them know what’s going on. Monoma’s mother has been calling ever since he went into heat and I haven’t had any good news for her this entire week. I feel bad for the poor woman.”
“On it."
Shinsou walks down the hall to the waiting area in front of Recovery Girl’s office. His face immediately sours at the sight of Vlad King.
“I already promised I wouldn’t try to go in there. I’ve kept my word so far-”
“No, no," Vlad King interrupts and walks up to him. "I’m not here to drive you away. Quite the opposite actually."
Oh?
"Okay, great." Shinsou bobs his head but keeps eyeing Vlad as if he doesn't quite believe him. "Because I wasn't planning on leaving."
"And I don't want you to," Vlad King assures him. "In fact, I came here to ask you for help."
"Really? What can I do for you?"
Vlad cocks his head, silently inviting Shinsou to walk further down the hallway with him. They go to the teacher's lounge where Vlad's cubicle is, so they can talk in private.
"This thing you want my help with," Shinsou says and sits down across from Vlad King. "You said it's about Monoma. Is he-" he leans in, a hand cupped around his mouth, "-dying?" he whispers. His face contorts and freezes in a state of grief-stricken panic as if voicing it out loud makes it somehow more real.
"What!?" Vlad King nearly jumps out of his chair. "No, nothing like that."
Shinsou sniffs, unblinking. "You sure? I don't need to donate blood for some major surgery or something? He's been in there for so long that I'm starting to worry."
"No, there's nothing to worry about-" Vlad King grimaces at his own words. "Well-" He tilts his head and gestures to Shinsou. "There is but if you agree to help then there's really nothing to worry about anymore."
Shinsou's eyebrows draw together. "If I agree to help? Vlad Sensei, what are you talking about?"
"Well, you see, son." Vlad King interlaces his fingers. "Monoma's not feeling his best right now. He hasn't been for a while. But if you help him, he'll be like new!"
Shinsou's confusion glaringly stays on his face.
"Like new?"
"Or like his old self, I guess?" No, that's not it. Vlad King shakes his head. "New old self?" ... Self-old new? Great, now he's confusing himself, too. "Anyway, you get what I'm saying, don't you, Shinsou."
"Uh..." Shinsou takes a moment but then he nods. "Yes, I think I understand. You want me to mate with Monoma, right?"
Vlad's eyes nearly fall out of his skull. He shoots a finger to his lips and shushes Shinsou with a furious Shhh!
"Don't say it out loud!" He whips his head around, confirming the lounge is empty, and then frowns at Shinsou. "Don't be so crude! That's my baby you're talking about!"
"Monoma is your son?"
Vlad smacks his forehead with his hand. "No, but he's still my kid. All my students are."
Shinsou nods as if that makes all the sense in the world. A man with twenty kids. Twenty-one now that Shinsou's joined class 1B. Perfectly normal.
"Look, Shinsou, I didn't invite you here to tell you to ruin my baby. I'm here to tell you man-to-man that if you do anything to hurt Monoma you'll regret the day you were born. I'll make sure you get kicked out of the Hero Course as quickly as you got in. Understood?"
"I don't want to hurt him, sir. I just want to help him."
"Good. That's all I wanted to hear."
Vlad King stands up and goes to the door with Shinsou following suit. "Off you go now. I have a ton of paperwork to fill out because of this mess," he says and claps Shinsou's back to usher him out.
Shinsou exits the room and turns around to face Vlad King. He puts on his best serious face and looks Vlad in the eye.
"Sensei, I promise you I won't do anything to hurt Monoma. I'll try my best to make him happy."
Vlad King gives Shinsou a smile that shows he believes him. Assured, Shinsou bows his head goodbye and leaves Vlad King to his work.
“Please, not again,” Monoma says. “Anything but that.”
“Get in the tub," Recovery Girl says in her no-nonsense way. Her voice isn’t exactly stern, but there’s still no room for argument.
Monoma lowers his body into the ice bath and sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. He's sure to lose a testicle to exposure if Recovery Girl keeps making him take these god-awful baths.
"There you go. It's not so bad once you get used to it, isn't it?"
Monoma turns his head to scowl at her in full view. "Maybe for you, since your heart is so cold."
Recovery Girl raises an eyebrow. "Want me to add more ice?"
Monoma shivers at the mere mention of it.
"Didn't think so." She grabs a bath sponge, pulls over a stool, and sits on it. "Come here."
Monoma inches closer to the edge of the tub and she takes his arm out of the water to rub it clean. His skin may be cold but his body is still somehow burning from the inside. The fever shakes him as much as the freezing water. It's hot and cold at the same time, and he's pretty sure death would feel better than whatever this heat is doing to him.
“I know it’s cold but at least it brings your fever down."
"Yeah, because me being cold is what's really the issue here."
She squints her eyes at him, and he chuckles weakly as a shiver rakes through his body.
"Lean back. Try to relax."
Monoma does as she says and closes his eyes. Locking his jaw, he grits his teeth so they don't clatter. He's not the perfect picture of bliss right now, but he's trying his best, so it'll have to do.
Recovery Girl scoops up water with a plastic cup and pours it over his head. Monoma's eyes blow wide open with a shriek. A bit of water splashes out onto the floor from his sudden movement. He glares daggers at Recovery Girl and dramatically cramps up to bring his point home.
"Can you at least warn me before you do that?"
She pumps a blob of hair shampoo into her hand and works it into his scalp with vigor. She's not the least bit gentle but it feels oddly good, so he doesn't complain about her technique.
“Why are you giving me another bath already? Am I finally going back to my dorm room?”
“No. Not yet.”
“When can I go back? Being here is driving me insane. I don’t even know what day it is or how long I’ve been here." The only thing that Monoma knows is that he's been here for too long and that he wants it to be over.
Recovery Girl pours more water over his head, careful not to get suds in his eyes.
"Eight. This is the eighth day," she says.
Monoma stays quiet for a moment, gently swirling his fingers in the bubbles forming in the tub.
Eight goddamn days. He's probably missed a ton of homework. He doesn't even want to know how much exactly.
"I can’t take it anymore."
“I know. But you can go back once your heat is over.”
“Over…” Monoma stares at the bubbles in his hand, unblinking. His eyes fill up with tears; Partly from not closing them and partly from the misery.
“And when is that going to be?”
Recovery Girl looks at him with pure sympathy for the first time that day, but he doesn't look up at her to see it.
“I don’t know, hon." She tugs his arm, pulling his lax body forward, and continues to sponge him clean.
“Well, can’t you make an exception for me and let me go back a little early?” He tilts his face up to plead with her. His eyes glisten like two frozen ponds asking for mercy. “Please?”
Recovery Girl pats his hair but not to clean it. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that." Her brows knit together as her eyes soften. "Not even for you, hon."
Monoma sighs and brings his knees to his chest and hugs them.
"I can't make it go away," she says, rubbing his back with the sponge. "But there is someone who can. If you let them.”
Monoma scowls. “You’re not talking about him, are you? He’s nothing but trouble! I swear he should be jailed for all the problems he’s caused me."
“Aw, honey, you don’t mean that. Shinsou just wants to help you.“
“The only way he can help me is by leaving me alone. Forever!”
“He’s right outside actually.”
“What!? He’s here??”
Monoma snaps his head to look at the door in horror as if Shinsou will walk in right this moment simply because his name was spoken out loud. He may not be the boogeyman or the bloody mary, but to Monoma he might as well be.
“He’s waiting in front of my office with Vlad King," Recovery Girl says. "He comes to visit you every day after school. Isn’t that nice?”
Monoma gives her what can only be described as an Are you serious? look.
She smiles, all innocent. “Would you be okay with him coming in?”
"Absolutely not! I don't want him here!"
"Okay, dear, I was just asking." She presses her hand onto his chest to lay him back down against the tub. "I thought I'd just ask since he can make all this go away. You could be back in class with your friends as early as tomorrow."
Monoma gives her another look.
"Okay, maybe not tomorrow but two days at most."
He can't believe her; Talking as if he's straight-up stupid. He may be blond, but he's not a fool. There's no way in hell this little nonchalant act of hers will fly over his head. The only thing he's stupid for is believing that as a fellow omega, she would understand how he feels, but as it turns out she's nothing like him. She's just like everyone else he's ever met.
She doesn't get it. No one does. And now he doubts anyone ever will.
He wants so much in life, but he's never wanted a mate. And he’s not changing his mind just because whoever is in charge of this unjust universe hates him enough to saddle him with the only thing he's never wanted to have.
Maybe this is some sort of cruel punishment for all those times he insulted class 1A? Who knows? Nothing makes sense anymore.
"Look, Recovery Girl, it's nice that you care, but this really isn't your business. I don't want him near me and that's the end of it."
“Why not? He can help you, you know?"
"And what if I don't want help?" He throws his hands up, splashing water out of the tub. "What then?"
Maybe he should just drown himself in this freezing torture water. He wouldn’t survive, but he bets it would be safer than whatever waits for him outside that door.
“Look, honey, I know it’s scary." She puts a hand on his arm and lowers it to rest on the edge of the tub. "Mating, getting marked, bonding- all that can seem terrifying. Especially at your age. You're inexperienced so everything seems way scarier than it actually is. But your heat isn’t going away on its own and there’s nothing left I can do for you."
Monoma grips the edge of the tub so hard that not even All Might would be able to pull him out of it.
"Easy for you to say. You don't have to be intimate with someone you don't even know."
Recovery Girl places her hand over his and grips it in support. "Then give him a chance and get to know him. What have you got to lose?"
Dignity. His emotional safety. Himself. Everything.
"But-"
"Please, Monoma, your friends are worried about you. They don't want you to suffer unnecessarily. Let Shinsou help you and give him a chance to show you who he really is."
Monoma looks straight into her greyish eyes, searching for a lie or anything that will tell him he doesn’t have to do this.
"If you feel uncomfortable at any point just call and I’ll come for you straight away. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?"
Monoma clenches his wobbling lip between his teeth. "You promise?"
"I promise."
Recovery Girl lets go of Monoma's hand and the tears welling up in his eyes finally streak down his pale face. He lowers his head so that she can't look at him and clenches his teeth.
“Okay.”
Doom knocks on Monoma’s door. He places his comb on the vanity and swivels on his cushioned chair to face the door.
“Come in,” he says, and Shinsou enters the room. The moment he steps in Monoma’s pheromones intensify. It’s as if he’s the accelerator to Monoma's unwanted fire.
The room is full of Monoma's peachy scent, but this fresh wave of pheromones hangs in the air sharp and heavy.
“Hey, Monoma,” Shinsou says, trying not to inhale too deeply. “Nice to see you again.”
“Wish I could say the same.”
Ouch. A bit brutal, but at least he's honest. Shinsou can't blame him. Putting up with a heat for eight days is a lot for any omega, dominant or not.
“How are you holding up?” Shinsou asks, undeterred by the frosty reception.
“Recovery Girl gave me an ice bath earlier, so I’m doing better.” At least he was until Shinsou came in here, but he’s not going to admit that. He didn't allow Shinsou to come in here to show him his weaknesses. Getting a heat several times from his mere proximity is embarrassing enough.
“I’m glad the bath helped. I was worried.”
“Worried?" Monoma scoffs, the sound filled with derision. “You don’t even know me.”
“True, but we’re still fated to each other. It’s only natural that I worry about your well-being.”
“Well, don’t. 'Cause I don't need your pity." Monoma stands up and makes his way to Shinsou, his strides imposing and deliberate.
This close, his pheromones hit Shinsou like a brick with each breath he takes. It’s futile, but Shinsou tries not to breathe regardless. “I wasn’t pitying you,” he says. “I was just-”
“Yeah, whatever,” Monoma interrupts, shoving a condom packet into Shinsou’s hand. “Just put this on and fix it.”
Shinsou glances down at the foil packet in his palm and then snaps his eyes back to Monoma. "W-what?"
"You heard me," Monoma says. “I got this heat because of you and now it won’t go away. So take responsibility and fix it.”
“Are you sure this is the way you want to do it though? There are other things we can do to make it go away. We don’t have to–”
“Listen-” Monoma crosses his arms. “It’s been over a week so scenting isn’t gonna cut it. And I don’t want to be mates with you so don’t even think about marking me. Just get rid of my heat and get out of my life.” He sharply lifts an eyebrow. “Got it?”
It’s disheartening but Shinsou didn’t come here for himself in the first place. If this is what his fated mate– no, his soulmate– wants, then refusing him is the last thing on Shinsou’s mind.
“Alright," Shinsou says, firm and sure. "If this is what you want then I'll do it."
"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."
He grabs Shinsou's hand and pulls him to the waterbed in the corner of the room. Pressing him down onto the water-filled mattress, Monoma straddles him.
His state has been worsening ever since Shinsou arrived. The burning sensation in the pit of his stomach has spread to the very tips of his fingers. And an overwhelming urge to do it has overtaken his mind completely.
“You don’t mind if I take this off, do you?” Monoma asks, his fingers already busy with the buttons on Shinsou’s school uniform.
"Uh– no. You can do whatever you want."
“Whatever I want?” Monoma pops the last button open and skims his fingertips across the pale expense of skin with an appreciative hum. "Is that so?" He smirks, mocking and seductive at the same time. “You’re awfully compliant for an alpha.”
And you're surprisingly dominant for an omega, Shinsou almost says. But then he remembers that's exactly what Monoma is.
“I’m only doing this for your sake," Shinsou says a beat too late. "No matter what you might think.”
Having Monoma's ass on his groin is making his gears turn shamefully slow.
“So what, you’re saying you won’t enjoy this?”
Shinsou isn’t opposed to being teased, but he’s certain the smugness in Monoma’s voice is intended to make him feel less than, or at the very least embarrassed.
“Of course, I won’t", he says. "I’m only here to get rid of your heat as you asked.”
"Yes, of course," Monoma agrees, but not with his tone. He undoes Shinsou's belt and pulls down his pants along with his boxers. “You’re here to do exactly as I asked."
Shinsou doesn't know how to respond. He's not even sure if he should. All he knows is that Monoma smells divine and looks even better. He's never been more turned on in his entire life.
Button-by-button, Monoma undoes his silk pajama top. All the omegas in his class have seen him be less than decent in the locker room. This is not much different then, he decides, and lets his top slide down his shoulders, revealing his torso. He takes the condom packet clutched in Shinsou's hand and opens it.
"Here. Put it on."
Shinsou obliges, surprised his hands aren't shaking the way he thought they would be.
"Don't you worry," Monoma says. "I'll make this fair."
He lifts his hips and takes off the matching shorts, revealing he's nude underneath. Chucking them to the floor, he sits back on top of Shinsou.
"See?" Monoma cocks his head, a self-satisfied grin on his face. “Completely fair. Total equality.”
Shinsou's throat tightens at how wet Monoma is. He wants to skim his fingertips against Monoma's thighs and up to his hips. He wants to hold Monoma by his hips and squeeze them. To touch sunkissed shoulders and kiss every bit of his hot skin.
There's so much to do and appreciate in this moment, but he’s not allowed. Shinsou has never been filled with so much want before, and he doesn't know what to do with any of it. He got permission to fix Monoma’s problem; Not to show any desire or needs of his own.
Feeling himself throb, Shinsou exhales a shaky breath and holds it all in.
"I'll be quick," Monoma says as if he's doing Shinsou a favor. He snakes his hand to his behind and pushes a finger in, careful not to show how much it relieves him to do so. After probing inside himself for a short while he adds a second digit and pumps his fingers in and out.
The truth is, he's been patient for too long, and he can't hold it in anymore. Spending most of his heat with an omega older than his grandparents took a bigger toll on him than he could've anticipated. Not to mention he was knocked out most of the time from all the medications and suppressors he was being given.
He's so hard that he's already leaking precum, and his cock feels heavier than lead. Pushing a third finger in, he hangs his head and stills for a moment as his thighs quiver around Shinsou.
"You okay?"
Monoma breathes out and starts to pump his fingers again. "I'm fine," he says. He needs Shinsou to pound into him right this second, or he's going to explode, but it's obvious he's fine. Completely one hundred percent fine.
He pulls his fingers out and looks up to meet Shinsou's eyes.
“Do you want me to–”
“No. I got it.”
He presses his entrance to the tip of Shinsou's length and starts to push himself onto it. Shinsou’s length slips past Monoma’s hole and rubs up between his cheeks. Biting back his frustration, Monoma tries again only for the same thing to happen.
Shinsou’s jaw nearly falls open at the betrayal.
Unbelievable. What a cocky bastard. He almost bullshitted his way through this whole thing despite being just as inexperienced as Shinsou is.
“Let me try," Shinsou says and puts his hand over Monoma's.
Monoma swats Shinsou's hand away so quickly that one would think the cock he's holding is his and not Shinosu's.
“I can do it on my own.”
He pushes himself onto it again and manages to get the head in, but Shinsou can tell it’s uncomfortable for him. He grabs Monoma’s wrist and stops his further descent.
“Monoma. Please stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It doesn’t hurt!” Monoma protests.
Shinsou would believe him in a heartbeat if he couldn’t see the unspilled tears of frustration in his eyes.
“Hey,” Shinsou says, his tone hushed. He reaches up and cups Monoma's face with one hand. "It's okay. You’re doing great. So let’s just take it slow.”
“This is taking it slow!” Monoma objects, but the tears in his eyes diminish all the bite in his words.
Shinsou pulls him down by the nape and lays him against his chest. “You don’t need to do this alone," he says into Monoma's hair. "I’m here, so let me do it for you.”
Monoma stays silent for a long moment. He sniffs and then nods into Shinsou's chest. "Okay."
Shinsou swaps their positions and lays Monoma down on the bed. He untucks his hand from under Monoma's neck and wipes away the stray tear on his cheek with a thumb.
“I’ll be so gentle you won’t feel a thing.” He tries his best to give Monoma a reassuring look. To show that he understands how hard this is for him. To show that he feels for him.
“Okay?”
Monoma’s lip quivers, but he nods. “Okay.”
Shinsou puts one hand on Monoma's hip and grabs his member with the other. He aligns himself and pushes in slowly, but not so slow that Monoma would feel like he's dragging this out for his own enjoyment. When he finally sheats himself in, he doesn’t move, giving Monoma time to adjust.
For the first time since they met, Monoma notices the scent of Shinsou’s pheromones. It smells like a violet leaf after rain– cool as a cucumber and a touch metallic. He winds his arms around Shinsou’s shoulders and draws him closer to rest his chin on him.
“You smell nice. I haven't noticed before.”
Ah, crap. This came up both too soon and too late for Shinsou’s liking. The truth is, it’s never a good time to reveal something pathetic about yourself to anyone, much less your soulmate.
Monoma would find out soon anyway, so Shinsou decides it's best to be honest and get it over with.
“I’m a recessive alpha," he says.
He's thankful that he can't see Monoma's face right now. He dreads to see the disappointment and the disgust that is bound to follow.
“Oh-”
Monoma lets go of Shinsou and lies back down to look at him. “Cool. I’ve never met a recessive alpha before. I only know that one recessive omega from class 1A.”
Overwhelmed with relief and embarrassment Shinsou bursts into laughter. He’s so stupid. Of course, his fated mate– his literal soulmate wouldn’t hate him and abandon him for this. They’re meant to be after all, aren’t they?
“You mean that kid Midoriya?”
Monoma wrinkles his nose and wraps his arms around Shinsou again.
“Yeah, that one. I know he helped me last time I went into heat, but I still hate him. He breaks every rule imaginable and always gets away with it. It's infuriating.”
Shinsou chuckles. “You’re telling me. I lost to him at the Sports Festival even after using my quirk on him. That guy is either a cheater or the luckiest bastard on Earth.”
“Aw, Shinsou-kun, I knew there was something redeemable about you.”
“Thanks.” Wait a minute– What the hell? “That’s the worst compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
“You’re welcome, Shinsou-kun," Monoma says and cracks a genuine smile.
Shinsou tries to ignore the warm feeling in his cheeks and his chest, thankful that Monoma is clinging to him again. He turns his head and presses his lips against Monoma's ear. "You ready?"
Monoma squeezes him whole, clenching around his cock for a brief torturous moment. "Mhm." He's as ready as he'll ever be.
Shinsou slowly pulls out until only his tip is still inside and then pushes back in. He repeats the same movement somewhat awkwardly a couple of times, unsure of what exactly to do, but Monoma seems to be enjoying it by the way he moves his pelvis to grind down on his cock.
He's really going for it, so Shinsou continues to slide in and out whilst quickening his pace. They fall into a nice rhythm, and Monoma throws his head back to moan.
Seeing his throat on display makes Shinsou want to lean down and ravage it, but he controls himself and instead concentrates on hitting the same spot inside Monoma, hoping it brings the blond to completion.
After what simultaneously seems like forever and not long enough, Monoma tightens his legs around Shinsou and stiffens as he spills white and hot between them.
Relief like no other washes over Shinsou with the strength of a tidal wave. He finally lets go and spills into the condom.
Getting into U.A. wasn’t an easy task. Having his transfer to the Hero Course approved even less so. But finishing after Monoma was without a doubt the hardest thing he’s ever done.
Breathing heavily and utterly spent, Monoma lets go of Shinsou and sprawls out. He's disoriented and dizzy but in a way that’s pleasant and welcome. Nothing like the feeling that’s been wearing him down all week.
Shinsou breathes out. “Wow. That was–” he stops short when he sees that Monoma's fallen asleep.
He reaches over to the nightstand and plucks out a handful of tissues to clean them up with. After he wipes them both down, he lies on his side and tucks his hand under his head, so he can watch Monoma until he falls asleep, too.