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Shouto has absolutely no idea what he's doing, but then he rarely ever does. He's a teenager, and as much as he presents a cool and collected front, he's just as clueless as every other teenage boy with hormones surging through their veins and making their lives so fucking difficult.
Seriously. He would rather do without the wash of mine, mine, every time he sees Midoriya. He would really rather go without the way he presents his neck when he sees any other omega next to Midoriya. And he would absolutely love to not have that twist of jealousy that comes when Midoriya is talking to anyone but him.
Being an omega sucks fucking balls and Shouto will shove a pick of ice down the throat of the next person who says otherwise and tried to convince him he's just being overdramatic because he's not, okay, he's just not. It really, really fucking sucks, especially the damn heats. Shouto isn't exactly old enough to go on suppressants without there being some really bad side effects, so his father vetoed the idea — he needs to be at his best at all times — so he has to suffer through them. It's horrible. The cramps, the heat that burns in his stomach, the way he just really wants Midoriya to walk in and kiss him or do anything with him. He would be happy with a damn cuddle session, that's how bad it gets each month.
Shouto grimaces, rubs at his belly. It's close to that time again, and Shouto still isn't any closer to being able to take suppressants. He won't be able to take them until his third year, which is just. So stupid. He's tempted to just get them anyways, but his dad's the number one hero at the moment and Shouto is...rather recognizable. No one would get them for him.
He sighs, slumps down at his desk. His stomach is cramping — not too much, just enough that it barely hurts, and it's a precursor for what is coming — and he honestly just wants to be in his room where he can crawl underneath his heat blanket and groan his heart out into his pillow.
God, he hates heats.
Midoriya comes up to his desk, lays a large hand on the wood. He leans in, curly hair ticking his cheeks, and his smile is entirely genuine. Shouto breathes it in, lets the scent of alpha calm the writhing thing in his chest, and manages a smile. Midoriya laughs, sitting on Shouto's desk, and swings his feet. His scent is spices and warmth and pure fucking power and Shouto loves it. Midoriya is an alpha that wouldn't let anyone harm Shouto when he's vulnerable, even as he would stand by and let Shouto fight his own battles. A good alpha, that is, and that's — hard to find, in this day and age. All Might is an alpha, and as much as he tells everyone he isn't superior, that second genders don't matter, people don't take it to heart and treat omegas like they're housewives. Which, alright, fine, that may be okay for some people, but not for Shouto. Especially not for Shouto, who has been training to be a hero since he was little.
So. Those people who give him a sneer on the streets can fuck off.
"Todoroki-kun?" Midoriya leans in close, his big green eyes so big and expressive and there's this spark of concern, of protectiveness, and —
Shouto calms his heart before he can make a fool of himself.
"Yes, Midoriya?" he asks, as cool as a goddamn cucumber, and Midoriya frowns, pulling out his phone. Shouto blinks, leans in closer as he tries to see what his friend is looking at. Midoriya shudders a little as he breathes in, pink tinting his cheek, and Shouto doesn't even try to push down the warmth of smugness in his chest. His scent is doing that to the usually unflappable Midoriya, who doesn't care for the second genders, who doesn't ever pay any attention to scents.
It's...nice. A touch of pride for him.
"You, uh." His fingers shake as he clicks onto an app, and Shouto leans in closer, even getting to his feet so he could get a better look at the screen, and he resolutely does not smirk. He rests his chin on Midoriya's shoulder, closing his eyes as he breathes in firewood and ashes and the spark of electricity. "Have you seen this?" Midoriya squeaks, shoulder moving as he moves the phone up to where Shouto can see, and Shouto reluctantly opens his eyes, drowsy. Midoriya's scent is intoxicating. He can see why Bakugou really hates being near him.
Then he actually reads the article, his eyes widen, and he snatches the phone out of Midoriya's hands, scrolling through the article as he frantically reads it. Midoriya breathes out a shaky sigh of relief when he moves away, shifting on the desk, and Shouto spares him a quick look, a tap on the arm that lingers, and Midoriya's breath catches. Shouto smiles innocently, turning back to the article.
So is Endeavor an omega? Several sources have reported smelling an omega when he is near, and more than once he has disappeared for a week before coming back. We ask some reliable sources such as past sidekicks and they confirm, saying that he has no shame about it and that he doesn't care if people know.
But who is Endeavor spending his heats with? Some speculation leads to All Might, the man himself. Just a few days ago, a teenager snapped a picture of Endeavor and All Might in a café, arms linked and sharing a milkshake...
Shouto takes a breath, turns, and rests his forehead on Midoriya's shoulder. "I," he declares, "need some stress relief."
Midoriya laughs nervously but there's something undeniably charged about his scent. "I, ah, I'm not sure that's a good idea — "
"I think it's a wonderful idea," Shouto interrupts, because he needs to get that idea of his father dating All Might out of his damn head. "Do you want to skip the study group?"
Midoriya's hands come up to rest on his back, and Shouto smiles as he hears Midoriya nod.
While his father dating All Might is...decidedly gross, perhaps Midoriya can get his mind off it. Maybe. Hopefully. Midoriya better because Shouto will have him seeing stars.