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“Kaaaaaacchaaaan.”
Katsuki hears the annoying whine in his ear before he’s fully awake.
“Kaaaaaachaaaan!”
There it is again, the whisper somehow closer and more annoying than the first time. Katsuki blinks awake to find Deku’s stupid face hovering right in front of his, almost nose to nose.
Katsuki groans. “What the fuck do you want?!” he hisses quietly back, mindful of the other boys in their class asleep around them.
“Kacchan, I’m hungry,” Deku whines, tugging on his tank top, batting his lashes. Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Ok, first of all, it’s,” he rolls over, checking the clock, “barely eleven o’clock. You just had curry like three hours ago. How can you be hungry again?”
Deku shrugs. “I just am!” he pouts. Katsuki absolutely refuses to be charmed, choosing to glare at the omega instead.
“What the fuck do you expect me to do about it, anyway?” Katsuki snaps.
“Kacchan, I know you have food in your bag. I can smell it,” Deku whispers, looming even closer, his eyes wide and luminescent in the moonlight.
“You’re fuckin’ creepy, you know that?”
“Kacchan, feed me!” Deku whines, tugging insistently on Katsuki’s tank top again.
Katsuki heaves a sigh and tries to get up, but stupid Deku clings to his leg. “What the hell are you doing?!” he hisses.
Deku blinks up at him owlishly. “Bring water too,” he demands. Demands not asks. Katsuki suppresses the urge to kick his ungrateful ass away.
Katsuki yanks himself out of Deku’s creepy death grip and picks his way through the maze of their classmates curled up and sprawled out on their sleeping bags, swearing under his breath the whole time. He rummages through his bag and finds a packet of fruit leather and a bottle of water he specifically did not bring for his stupid, spoiled, needy-ass omega
He sits back down on his sleeping bag with a whump. Deku crawls into his lap and makes grabby hands at the snack, so Katsuki purposefully throws the fruit leather at his face. “Here, dumbass,” Katsuki growls.
“Mean,” Deku whines as he tears open the snack and rips into it with his teeth. Katsuki hands him the water bottle without a word and his omega hums happily, draining it in a few gulps.
“Better?” Katsuki asks.
“Mm, yes, thank you,” Deku hums, nodding.
“Good, now can I go back to fucking sleep?”
Deku nods again, so Katsuki shifts with Deku in his arms until they’re laying down, side by side, his arm thrown over his omega’s waist. He’s almost asleep again when he feels Deku shift in his sleep. He ignores it, until he feels Deku’s ass grinding back against his hips.
Katsuki’s hands dart forward to grab Deku by the hips, stilling his movements before either of them get more aroused. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Katsuki growls in Deku’s ear. Maybe that was a mistake, since Deku keens quietly at his display of alpha strength. In his exhausted state, Katsuki forgot that Deku gets very into it when Katsuki is aggressive and handsy with him.
Deku tries to roll his hips back again and Katsuki growls and shifts so that he’s pinning Deku to the ground with his full weight, considerably more than Deku thanks to his dense alpha muscle. “Knock it off,” he growls quietly in Deku’s ear. “I’m not gonna fool around with you when every one of these fucking perverts around us will smell it on you in the morning.”
“Oh,” Deku says very quietly. Katsuki knows that Deku likes it even more when he gets jealous and possessive, sometimes pushing Katsuki’s buttons on purpose in the hopes of Katsuki pinning him down and claiming him roughly. At least this time, common sense seems to win out and he settles down, tucking his head against Katsuki’s neck and inhaling deeply, calmed by the scent of his alpha. With Deku finally settled beneath him, Katsuki fell asleep to the feeling of Izuku’s even breathing beneath him.
Little did Katsuki know that this was the outcome Izuku had wanted all along; the feeling of his alpha pinning him down made him feel safe, protected. He’d been so uncomfortable separated from his alpha, forced to sleep across the room from him. Izuku had felt abandoned, neglected. Now he was full, warm, and protected, lulled to sleep by his alpha’s warm weight settled on top of him and the burnt cinnamon scent of his alpha surrounding him.
* * *
Katsuki was woken in the morning not by the sunlight or the birds chirping, but by obnoxious giggling and the sound of shushing that was even louder than the giggling. He lifted his head up out of where it’d been tucked against his omega’s neck to growl, deep and threatening, baring his elongated alpha fangs.
With a yelp, Denki fell backwards, his phone still in his hands.
“Delete that shit,” Katsuki snarled, “or I’m going to shove it up your ass.”
“Send me a copy,” came Deku’s muffled voice from beneath him.
“I’m going to abandon you in the woods,” Katsuki growls as Denki and the rest of their asshole classmates howl with laughter.
“You won’t,” Deku answers confidently. “You love me too much.”