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Midoriya hated heats. They sucked. He hated the cramps and the pain and the sadness and how he wanted comfort. Hugs, cuddles, scenting items. Even a handshake.
He hated that his mom didn’t get it. He hated that his mom told him to suck it up when he was sobbing on the floor after collapsing because the pain was so bad. He hated that he felt disgusting and useless whenever she yelled at him for taking some of her clothes for his nest. He hated getting yelled at.
He hated heats.
When it was time for the dorms, all omegas and alphas were allowed to go back to their homes if they wished for their heats and ruts, and Izuku knew that he would not take that offer. He would be staying in the dorms and going to classes, thank you very much. He was already a decade behind, he couldn’t afford to lose any more time.
So when the first heat since the dorms came, he didn’t tell anyone. He made sure he had enough Tylenol, and spent every minute he could in his measly nest. He took all his blankets and the one sweatshirt that Todoroki left after a sparring session and tried to make a comfortable nest. It wasn’t. His omega whined at how it was so barren and there were practically no scents.
He went to classes and for the first few days, it was fine. But he always tended to have longer heats, so that meant five days to a week. He hid his winces and while his sparring and training was a little sloppier than usual, it wasn’t anything too noticeable.
On the fourth day, he broke down in the bathrooms during lunch. He hated this part. Midoriya hated how he had no control over his emotions. Once, he saw a puppy commercial and immediately started sobbing because the puppies were just so cute . This time it was because Bakugo called him a dumbass. Not that it was unusual, or hell, even that it was of ill intent.
Rationally, Izuku knew Katsuki meant it in an endearing way but he just couldn’t stop the tears. So he held it in till lunch and promptly sped to the bathroom, locked the door, and sobbed for a good fifteen minutes.
It was hero studies. Laws and ethics and hypothetical situations that they had to sort out. Fairly easy to Midoriya but not today. Not when he could barely focus because his heat cramps were so goddamn painful.
He knew that someone scenting you helped but he didn’t really have anyone. And the one time he asked his mom, she went on a rant about how he was being a baby about it and “no, of course i wouldn’t because if you are oh so set on being a hero, you better learn that pain is commonplace.”
So he sat in hero studies and winced at the waves of pain, with a perpetual grimace at the consistent aching.
He was so focused on trying to do notes while not keeling over, Izuku didn’t even notice that Aizawa had asked him a question.
“-oriya.”
Izuku took deep breaths.
“-idoriya?”
He just tried to focus
“Midoriya?”
He just wanted the pain to stop.
“Izuku.” That jarred him out of his stupour.
“Y-yes, Aizawa-Sensei?” He looked around and noticed everyone sending worried glances his way.
“Come talk to me quick.” Izuku cussed in his head and moved to stand. He stood and had to brace himself at the desk because of a wave of pain.
He straightened and followed a worried Aizawa out into the hall.
He looked at Midoriya with a calming expression, exuding as soothing pheromones as he could. “Are you okay, kid?”
“Yes. Yes, sorry, I’m fine. I will try to focus better in the future. I’m really sor-”
“Kid, kid. I’m not mad at all. I’m worried about you. What’s going on?”
Izuku bit his lip nervously. “I’m really okay, Sensei. I’m just having kinda bad heat cramps. I’m fine though. It’ll pass soon, I think.” Midoriya looked up at Aizawa. He seemed shocked and very concerned.
“Kid, you should not be at school. Trust me. I’ve seen how bad some heat cramps can be. It’s okay to miss a day. You need the comfort of being in your nest.”
Midoriya shook his head. “It’s better around my friends. At least I can smell their scents. It’s better. I’m okay.”
“Do you not have any scented items in your nest, kid? None from your friends?”
“Um… no… I haven’t asked. My mom would always get mad at me if I asked her for anything scented so I didn’t want them to be mad at me…”
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Shouta’s heart stopped. The poor kid. God. Nemuri practically had half of Shouta and Hizashi’s clothes in her nest and she always said that if she didn’t have that, she would be in so much pain during her heats.
He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if Midoriya not only never had any scented items, but if his mother always got mad at him. There was more than once that he saw Nem break down crying after one joking eyeroll. What the fuck would happen if an omega was yelled at by the person they loved most during a heat? Shit. He was about to kill a bitch.
“Kid? That was not right of her, first off. Second of all, none of your classmates would ever get mad at you for wanting a scent. Or even them scenting you. They all love you and would do anything for you. I know you’re the only omega in 1A but Kendo, in class 1B, I hear that she always has her class scent her things when she is in heat. Anyone would be happy to give you some scented items.”
“Plus, you really need that in your nest. It helps a lot with the pain. And dealing with unnecessary pain is illogical, right?” Midoriya nodded quickly, but Shouta could still see the hesitance. After a moment of pondering where his spare capture weapon was, he grabbed his scarf and wound it around Midoriya’s shoulders, taking note of the omega’s shocked but content eyes.
“Here. I hope this helps a little. Do you feel a little better?”
“Yeah. Thank you, Sensei.”
“No problem, kid.”