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Katsuki Bakugou didn’t do courting.
There wasn’t even an inkling of interest regarding the topic, despite the many attempts of alphan suitors all around. He had a pretty face, a lean body, an astronomically cool quirk, and his family was well-off—what idiot wouldn’t want an omega like that?
But, as he’d like to reiterate—none of it matters to him. It’s not even on his goddamn radar. He wasn’t a complete asshole, or stupid, so the matter of courting wasn’t an annoyance per se—just never popped into his mind. Never occupied the mill of running thoughts sifting through his head, out of existence until some extra inevitably brought it up again.
And they brought it up a lot.
“Oh, and that one alpha from Shiketsu! What was his name.. Shindo?” Mina’s eyes tracked around the huddle of omegas forming a circle in her room, some clutching pillows to their chests as they squealed and gossiped like a bunch of middle-aged mothers.
“O. M. G. I’d let that man knot me stupid.”
“Hagakure!”
“Toru!”
“ What?! I know you’re all thinking about it anyway!” The invisible girl said, pillow falling as she presumably threw her hands up in exasperation.
“Well… Yeah, but we’re not gonna say it,” Denki muttered, a slight flush on his cheeks from the vulgarity of Hagakure’s words.
“Ugh, we’re all omegas here! Be honest!”
Katsuki didn’t pay much attention to the ongoing chaos, scrolling through his phone as he laid upside-down on Mina’s bed, legs propped up on the wall to avoid the carefully arranged set of pillows lining the edge. She was really pissy about feet on her nest.
“There is no way that any omega with a working pair of eyes didn’t think something about that hunk of an alpha. I mean–-did you see his hero suit?”
“I’m not sure there was enough clothing to call it a suit, kero.” Tsuyu said, giggling at the thought.
The rest of the pack snickered, the scent of happy omega filling the room in waves. Even if Katsuki wasn’t the most vocal about his instincts, his omega felt protected, like he belonged in this little bubble of the world, where his pack was safe and content. It soothed him in a way he couldn’t describe, and he was sure it was the same for the others, regardless of his usual bitchy attitude.
“Anyways,” Mina said, clasping her hands together as her eyes shined bright. “That alpha could totally, ahem, get it. I wish we had an alpha like that in our class..”
The rest of the pack sighed dreamily, imagining a world where a devastatingly handsome, charming alpha existed in their realm. This part did annoy Katsuki, because he knew most of these bitches had disgustingly huge crushes on the alphas of their class. He threw his head back further to address the group, phone dropping on his chest as he gave a mild scowl.
“Oi, what are you guys daydreaming about? Didn’t you just finish talking about Icyhot’s biceps? At least show some goddamn loyalty!”
“Oh, shut it, blasty! You didn’t even join our conversation, what do you know?!” Mina argued, defensive after Katsuki exposed their questionable amount of faithfulness.
“Pfft- That shit’s not for me, I’m just calling you out, bitch.”
Denki’s ears pulled back in amusement, cocking his head to the side in a faux-confused-puppy-dog stare, “Oh? It’s not for you?”
His scowl grew slightly deeper. This was exactly why he avoided these types of conversations! “Yeah, dipshit, not for me. Somethin’ wrong with that?”
Denki snorted, “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Kacchan.”
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, and actual irritation bubbled in his chest at the use of his nickname. “Watch it, Denks.”
“Ugh, calm down. Your annoyed scent will ruin the vibe!”
“Then don’t fucking annoy me!”
“Easier said than done, when you get pissy over the smallest things!”
“That wasn’t small, you useless phone charger!”
“Wow, name calling? Really, Kacchan?”
“ That’s it-!” But before he could turn to launch himself at stupid Dunce Face, Tsuyu wrapped her tongue around his torso, locking him in a sitting position on the floor next to them. She released a slight of calming pheromones, waiting for the scent of anger to dissipate before letting him go completely.
“Denki, stop riling him up! We’re trying to keep our sleepovers explosion free. Remember?”
Katsuki huffed, looking to the side as he crossed his arms, “..not gunna ‘xplode. Just tell Denks to keep that name out of his mouth, it ain’t his.”
Mina’s eyes twinkled, smiling deceptively wide, “It isn’t his? Then who’s is it?”
He stared her down, and his tummy did weird little flips as he thought of the answer. He wasn’t embarrassed about it, because Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t get embarrassed, but his words came out hesitant anyways.
“..Deku’s.”
For some god forsaken reason, everybody decided to glance at one another, like Katsuki was the butt of some joke he wasn’t in on. Mina was having a silent conversation with Tsuyu using her eyes, and it was seriously pissing him off. After the longest 10 seconds of his life, Mina pursed her lips, sending a determined look in his direction. He already dreaded the next thing coming out of her mouth.
“Y’know, Blasty,” She started, “We’ve all been wondering.. Are you and Midoriya.. Like.. y’know…” She waved her hand around vaguely. “..Together?”
“ Haaah?!”
“Don’t get defensive! It’s just a question!”
“What type of fucking question is that?!”
At that, the entire room groaned, and Katsuki was absolutely scandalized. What the hell?!
“It’s just that… you guys are so close. You both came into this school with your scents practically fused together, and whenever you’re not with us— well, you’re with him . It’s not difficult to see…”
“We are just friends. That’s it.”
Mina paused, looking him up and down with a face that screamed unconvinced. “Really now.”
“Really.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if one of us asked to scent him?”
The air turned hot, making the sweat on his palms give a small spark.
“..Excuse me?”
“Called it.” Denki sighed, holding out his hand to Tsuyu as she placed a $10 bill in his hand.
Katsuki bristled, being predictable was his least favorite thing.
“Shut the fuck up, because I wouldn’t give a shit.”
Mina raised her eyebrows, sitting back on her palms. “Is that so?”
“Course’. That’s not my alpha, and will never be my alpha.”
Denki looked unimpressed, but Katsuki didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t lying, not at all.
“Fine, I’ll ask to scent him tomorrow.” Mina tried, and nearly giggled at the way Katsuki flinched.
“F-Fine.”
“Fine.”
Mina sighed, because there was just something about a Bakugo in Denial that riled her up. She was definitely gonna make him realize how oblivious he was, and if not— well, maybe she’d get a new, green-haired alpha out of it. Either way, this was gonna be fun.
The next morning, Katsuki shuffled out of Mina’s dorm with a groan, already exhausted from their late night talks and gossip. He generally liked being with the omegas, but his social meter was absolutely drained .
Yeah. That’s the only reason he felt irritated and upset.
It had nothing to do with the fact that today, Mina was going to ask to scent with Deku. None at all. Yes, really.
His omega was just a little jumpy today, a little more aware of his surroundings, walking into the classroom and immediately scenting the air for cloying bubblegum.
Did she do it already? He didn’t smell anything..
He and Deku have never talked about courting, or romance shit, and honestly, he really didn’t want to. What the fuck else was he supposed to focus on, except being the best? This was just another part of his daily life, part of the scene he has never subjected himself too, and he did not give a fuck .
And for the record, his scent of aggression did NOT spike up when Mina walked in with Deku. Did she already do it?!
“Goodmorning, Kacchan!”
“Die.”
Izuku just smiled, settling into his seat behind him as Katsuki’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. He turned in his seat, not-so-subtly scenting the air again, but finding it lacking in Mina's scent. Why was he relieved?
“Is there something wrong, Kacchan?” Izuku said, looking at him with those big green eyes, eyebrows furrowed with concern.
He grunted in reply, before digging up the courage to ask. Mina’s snickers from the back didn’t go past him.
“So..” He gulped. “Mina.”
Izuku tilted his head. “Yeah?”
“She uh, ask you anything?”
“Not particularly, why?”
“Fuck does that mean.”
“It means… not particularly. Are you okay, Kacchan?”
He was about to retort before Aizawa walked in, settling at his desk chair before starting his lecture with a tired drone, leaving Katsuki to stew in his seat. What the fuck did not particularly mean? It’s a yes or no fucking question!
The smell of calm alpha lightly wafted towards him, and he realized he was getting unnaturally angry about this. So much so, that Deku felt like he had to comfort him. Like a fuckin’ alpha or some shit— it pissed him the fuck off! So he let his scent of aggression permeate around him, classmates staring at him with unamused expressions. It wasn’t surprising enough to react anymore.
Class ended with the ring of a bell, and he pushed out of his seat, walking towards the lunch room to sit at his usual spot when he saw Mina approach motherfucking Deku. He stopped in his tracks, opting to hide behind a wall in the hallway to listen in, leaning against the corner to hear better. He was almost there, omegan ears straining as he heard the words “..ask you something?” and “sure!”.
What the fuck, Deku? Was he really going to agree to that shit? How the fuck was he supposed to compete with Katsuki if he had some other– some omega to worry about?
“Watcha’ doin’?”
“GOD FUCK–”
A wild Denki appeared right next to his ear, startling him enough to throw his back against the wall and act like he wasn’t eavesdropping, even if it was explicitly clear that he was. The fucker had a wide grin on his face, acting annoyingly smug.
“Fucking wear a bell or some shit!”
“Kinky.”
“I hate you.”
“And I asked you a question!”
He paused, because this incriminating position wasn’t something you could waterboard out of him.
“Fucking nothing. Just waiting for Mina so we can go sit down, idiot.”
Denki squinted his eyes, grinning wider.
“Suuuuuureeeee.”
His eye twitched, along with his ears, hearing the shuffle of sneakers walk away. Quickly, he looked back over the corner, watching Deku and Mina walk to the lunchroom, laughing together. Fucking Dunce Face made him miss out of the goddamn conversation!!
With one swift movement, he exploded Denki in the face, watching the omega squeal and stumble back. An “Awwh man!”, leaving him as his front bangs were sticking up and covered and ash. “I just finished gelling this!!”
“They fuckin’ sucked anyways. Did you a favor.” Katsuki ended, walking off and following Deku and Mina into the lunchroom, spotting them sitting next to each other at their fucking table. Deku never fucking sat with them, what the fuck?! Did they do it already?!
With a huff, he sat down at his chosen seat, always open for him thanks to the amount of violence he’s subjected the school population to for it. It was his seat. Luckily, he sat right across from Mina, sitting right next to a sheepish little Deku, who was just radiating nervousness. It made an uncomfortable type of foreboding stir in his gut, but he couldn’t place exactly why.
“H-Hi Kacchan!”
“You just fuckin’ saw me.”
“I know, I just like saying hi!”
Ugh, what a stupid nerd. His stomach did a slight flip.
Mina looked as smug as ever, smiling wide as she leaned on her elbows to get closer.
“So, blasty! I asked Izuku here to sit with us, isn’t that great?”
He froze in his seat, all too aware of the name change. Since when were they on a first name basis! He didn’t miss the way Izuku flinched in his seat, yet didn’t fucking say anything. Did he give her his fucking permission?! Katsuki was the only one who called Izuku by his first name, and everyone fucking knew that. But saying so, for some godforsaken reason, felt like admitting defeat. Like he was defending something he probably shouldn’t— so much to his own ire, he stayed quiet.
“..Yeah. Great. Sure.” He turned to Deku, doing his best not to grit his teeth. “Better not mumble up a storm, okay, Izuku?”
Izuku flinched again, but with the heavy blush and air of someone who was slightly ashamed. Like he did something wrong, or some shit. Katsuki inwardly grinned, because yeah, nerd, you fucked up.
“O-Of course, Kacchan!”
Mina looked on with amusement, clicking her nails on the table as she smiled sweetly. There were just 𝘴𝘰 many possibilities, and the power in her hands was honestly quite addicting. Watching Bakugou shift in his seat with held-back rage was a rare sight— she wants to savor it, okay?
The school day passed fairly uneventfully after that, Katsuki freezing in his seat a few times at the call of “Izuku!” leaving Mina’s mouth. It wasn’t that he cared, okay, it was just– just, fucking weird! Felt like his soul was cringing every time Izuku gave a slight squeak, before answering “Yes, M-Mina?”
God, he was pretty sure even Izuku hated it! And, for someone who was usually one of the better ones at reading the room , Mina never stopped. Actually, it almost felt like she increased the use of it whenever Katsuki was around, which angered him to astronomical levels.
Eventually, the bell rang for them to go home, Katsuki putting his notebooks into his backpack as the subtle smell of light bubblegum and sugar hit his nose, spinning around to see Mina approaching Deku, hands behind her back with a coy smile. Deku wouldn’t have noticed, only a cursory type of scenting meant to alert other omegas of her intent– but just the thought of it had Katsuki in shock.
“Izuku! What are you doing today?”
“O-Oh, just thought of doing some studying with Kacchan today, is all!”
Katsuki resisted the urge to laugh, his omega practically preening. Yes, tell her, nerd!
“But you do that every single day! C’mon, the others want to hang out with you too!” She said, putting her grimy, pink little manicured fingers around his bicep, pouting with her lip out in that cute way she said all the alphas fell for.
“Well.. maybe I can come after studying for a bit? What do you think, Kacchan?” Izuku tried, and Katsuki just barely kept himself from ripping his hair out. C’mon, nerd!! No way he’s falling for this shit!
Telling her no felt like admitting defeat, so, again, he let her have her way. Oh, yeah. He was gonna kill her. Gonna put his feet all up in her nest too.
“..Fuckin’– Sure, whatever.”
“Thanks, Kacchan!”
“I’m not your goddamn owner, Deku.”
“I know. I just like saying thank you , Kacchan.”
He huffed, watching as Mina never took her hand off Deku’s bicep, eyes locked on the movement of her thumb as she rubbed a small circle into it. God, talk about fuckin’ shameless!
“Perfect!” She exclaimed, finally clapping her hands together, taking her hand off of the alpha. Thank go-
“Izuku, have you been working out lately?”
“Uh, yes? We work out everyda–”
“You have to be putting in extra hours, your arms are so big.” She said, with this nasally ass, high-pitched voice that all the girls used when talking about their dreamy ass alpha fantasies. There was no fucking way Deku missed that, but when Katsuki looked to Deku’s expression, he was flabbergasted to find it completely blank, only a slight smile where a scowl should be.
“Really?! I have been trying to grow them recently, I actually have a new diet plan that All Might helped me with! We talked with a nutritionist that Recovery Girl recommended and did you know that you can build muscle on a diet completely devoid of meat? It’s really incre–”
Katsuki zipped up his bag, throwing it over his shoulder with a whistle. Much like one would call a dog.
“Deku!”
“Coming, Kacchan! I’ll tell you more later, M-Mina!”
She gave a smile with a sigh, muttering under her breath as Deku was practically dragged out of the classroom.
“Sure thing, Izuku! Can’t wait!” She called out, smiling to herself at Bakugo’s complete lack of awareness. How was it possible for an omega to be that blind! She started cleaning up her desk when she caught Eijirou looking at his own biceps with a pout.
“What are you doing?”
“O-Oh! Just.. thinkin’ maybe I should ask Mido for his diet plan, aha!”
She squinted, looking at him up and down.
“Ok, weirdo.”
“Kacchan, it’s Sin(90) = 1, not the square root of 3!”
“Fuck this class.”
“Do not fuck the class, please.”
“Whatthefuckdidyoujustfuckingcurse?!”
Deku lifted his head with poised elegance, “I’ve been known to speak the dirty language on occasion.”
“I’ve known you for 16 years.”
“You know what I mean, Ka—”
The sound of an alarm broke them from their deeply intense and serious studying session, an All Might theme song he knew all too well. The fuck? What did the nerd set an alarm for?
“Oh, that’s me!” He said, like anyone else in the fucking world would have such a nerdy ringtone. “I promised M-Mina I’d head out by now, so I’ll get going, Kacchan!”
“The fuck? You’re really going?” He asked, fighting the urge to pout. Jesus fuck, his omega was going haywire today and he had no goddamn idea why!
“Kacchan, it’s really not that bad.”
What, did the nerd think he was insulting Mina’s get-togethers? But, well, he was, and did constantly, but still!
“Whatever, nerd! Better not fall behind on this trig shit!”
“I won’t! Pretty sure you’re the one who needs help with that!” He said, Katsuki watching him as he packed his shit up, zipping up his backpack in Katsuki’s dorm.
For a good second, Katsuki wondered when he’d gotten so comfortable with the nerd, but realized it’s just always been that way. Deku was the only alpha that had ever been in his room, seen his nest, was even sitting with his back to the bed while they sat on the floor. Was it weird? No. But did Katsuki see everybody’s point? Maybe. Slightly.
The thought made something warm stir in his gut, like tiny cockroaches were swarming or some shit. Izuku finally finished, nearly out the door when Katsuki called out.
“Have a nice time, or whatever.”
Izuku smiled wide over his shoulder, “I will! See you, Kacchan!”
“See ya’.”
And then he left, the door clicking shut, the leftover scent of alpha still occupying his small ass dorm room. God, he needed a fucking distraction.
With that, he took out his switch, opting to play some Animal Crossing. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it.
It was gonna be a long, long night.
It was around 8pm that he’d become a little snackish, finally putting away his switch before quietly padding towards the kitchen. The darkness of the hallway was illuminated by the light of the common room, clearly dimmed down to avoid suspicion. Lights out was at 9, though he couldn’t imagine anyone in the common room cared that much. What was the secrecy about?
With light feet, he walked over, only to catch a glimpse of wild pink and green, along with.. well, basically every omega from their group. All of them were surrounding Deku on the floor, piled with blankets and pillows, braiding his hair while he talked on and on about that stupid fucking diet plan from before, the mumbles all but encouraged by the group of fluttering omegas.
Irritation fluttered in his chest, what the hell was an alpha getting all cozy with a bunch of omegas for?!
“Oi!”
Izuku turned, the small braids in his hair swaying along. It was so stupid, and kind of pretty, but Deku immediately smiled as soon as Katsuki came into vision, and said “Kacchan!” with a chuff. He resisted the urge to chirp back— they were in public, asshole!
“Fuck are you doin’?”
“We’re braiding his hair, duh!” Hagakure says, gloved fingers working furiously on Deku’s green curls.
Katsuki scoffs, determination filling him as he walks to the kitchen to grab his snack (a blueberry muffin). He can hear the omegas giggling and gossiping, and the more he thinks about Deku being in the middle, the more his irritation grows. God, fuck them!
With confidence, he stomps back over to where they all sat, watching them all look at him with rightful suspicion, before he plops down right next to Deku, Denki scrambling out of the way so he doesnt get fucking sat on. Hah! Good.
Everybody is silent, only the quiet drone of the television continuing whatever reality show was playing. Mina is wide-eyed, because she did not think it would take so little to make Bakugo break. The boy was practically fuming, already sitting thigh-to-thigh with an excited Midoriya, completely oblivious to the air of disbelief. For real?!
There were little instances where Katsuki Bakugou could be seen giving a fuck. Tonight was not one of them.
Chomping on his blueberry muffin, the rest of the omegas resumed their play time, hesitantly reaching for Deku’s green curls as Katsuki does his best not to shoot death glares all around. Deku was not his alpha, that much was fucking clear. He was, however, Katsuki’s best friend, and if that meant Deku needed a guard dog, he was willing to do that much. Think of it as doing him a favor, okay?
He obviously was completely unaware of the advances of other omegas, so it was Katsuki’s job to keep them away, or at least vet them before they could put their slimy little hands all over him. Not to mention the scent, god. All the omegas seemed so happy to have an alpha in their midst, absolutely washing content pheromones all around, inadvertently creating one big, friendly, protectful little Deku, with his inhibitions slightly destroyed.
Katsuki should have realized this when Deku chuffed in public– but now, enduring the slide of their cheeks together as the alpha absolutely smothered him in his scent, he was regretting his current course of action.
“Deeekuuuu,” He tried, blushing to the tips of his ears as the alpha purred, gritting his teeth to hold back the explosion sparking at his fingertips. “Enough!”
The rest of the omegas giggled, absolutely loving this friendly- er Izuku, especially now that he was embarrassing the fuck out of one aggressively flushed Katsuki.
“He’s like a big, green golden retriever!” Denki laughed, watching the way Deku ran his hands through Katsuki’s hair, something they only did in the comfort of Katsuki’s room. No, it was not romantic, it was just what happened when an alpha and omega spent a lot of time together! Geez!
“Kacchan!”
“Yes.” He grit, “What is it.”
“Kacchan!”
“God fuckin’ help me.”
“Y’know,” Mina started, still sitting behind the alpha as she tried her best to continue braiding his hair. “Izuku only scents you. It’s supposed to be something you do with those you’re incredibly close with, but I think we’ve grown pretty close, Izuku, dont’cha think?”
Katsuki fought to keep himself from flinching, but did so anyway.
Oh, fuck.
“Mina! Yeah, sure we are!”
No way.
“Would you like to scent?”
“Of course!”
Fuck no.
Deku leaned away from him, hair disheveled from the incessant petting as he leaned back towards Mina, nearly slotting his cheek against hers and—
“Awwwwhhh! Izuku! You smell so nice!”
“Heh, you too!”
That goddamn cheater!!!!
Katsuki stood up immediately, completely and utterly scandalized as he stumbled out of the mess of pillows and blankets. There was only one thing on his mind. Or, well, two— but the first one told him to get away. How dare Izuku scent somebody else, and right in front of him! He didn’t even notice his face contort into a fierce pout, stomping away as a confused little “Kacchan?!” left the group. He could vaguely hear Izuku shuffling to stand, but didn’t care, running out of the common room and towards the stairs.
It was as he ascended them two steps at a time that Deku appeared at the bottom, calling out for Kacchan, with an awful amount of concern. Geez, he wasn’t that concerned while scenting Mina the fuck up! Why should a Bakugou care about some fuckin’ cheater?! He was petty as fuck, as his mom liked to say— and there was hell to pay.
This, of course, is where the second part of his thought process landed— throwing open the stairwell door, before running and sliding in front of Eijirou’s dorm room, slamming against it three times before it was thrown open by one irritated red-head. His pout nearly matched Katsuki’s.
“Bakugou?!”
“It’s Katsuki. Scent me. Now.”
“HUH?!”
The sound of one out of breath Izuku came from the stairway door, finally caught up to the quick footed omega. He stood wide-eyed, putting one hand up in an attempt at a time-out. Fuck no!
“Kacchan! Hah– What’s wrong?!”
“ Scent me, dammit!”
“Uh, oh, o-okay!” Kirishima said, slowly leaning in, red-faced enough to match his hair, nearly slotting their cheeks together—
Before a growl reverberated around the hallway.
One very familiar, very rare growl.
Kirishima immediately froze, paling as he turned his head slowly to the side, locking eyes with one infuriated green alpha.
“Uh, B-Bakugou?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Mido-bro isn’t gonna kill me, right?”
“...”
“Bakug–?”
“Run.”
“Awwwhh maaaan!” He called out, booking it as Katsuki followed quickly behind, being chased by one nearly feral alpha. They slid corners, dropping decorative plants behind them in an attempt to deter the alpha. None of it worked. Deku was like a goddamn monkey, side-stepping shit while doing a full fucking sprint.
Should you ever run from an angry alpha? No. Did Katsuki think this through? Debatable. Regardless, he goddamn tripped over his own shoe, Kirishima’s face contorting with fear as the alpha quickly approached.
“Fuckin’ save yourself, shitty-hair!”
“Don’t have to tell me twiiiiceee!!” He shouted over his shoulder, running away, leaving Katsuki fucking gobsmacked at the audacity. What a shitty fucking coward of an alpha!! At least his alpha wasn’t a puny little bit—
Izuku collided on top of him, slit pupils returning back to normal as he grabbed the omega and held him close, rubbing his scent gland all over, much deeper than what they did back at the common room. Usually, something like this was reserved for mates, but he couldn’t have cared less for etiquette.
Katsuki felt himself calm down as Mina’s scent was quickly replaced with his, finding that it was never that pungent anyways— Mina had definitely kept her distance. His irritation still bubbled, jealous that it was even there, but the feeling of Izuku’s breath slowing down in that now destroyed hallway, coupled along with the scent of one possessive alpha, had him goddamn purring.
“Zuku’, nuff–”
“Mine.” Izuku husked— and if Katsuki shivered, well. That was for another time.
He smiled to himself. Because although courting had never been a real, tangible thing to him before, he could see it so clearly now— all with the alpha that sat here with a lapful of happy Katsuki. Checkmate, Mina!!!
(He lost.)
“What about that one alpha from Shiketsu, what was his name? Shi—”
“Shindo. Big biceps. Revealing costume. Can we get this over with already?” Katsuki grunted, sitting upside down on Mina’s bed, all too comfy with his feet on her nest pillows. She fuckin’ owed him.
“Ugh, geez, Bakugo. At least let me finish!” Hagakure pouted, Denki snickering in the background as he tried on Mina’s lipstick.
“He’s so much more annoying now that he’s the only one with an alpha. Why’d you go and do that Mina?!”
Mina sat back on her palms, smiling to herself as she mulled it over.
“Hmm. Just thought it’d be fun! Besides, he’s not the only one with an alpha.”
“What?!”
“HUH?!”
“No way!”
“Who?!”
She blushed, even pinker than normal. “..Eiji..”
“O.M.G, Congrats!!”
“Gross.”
“Shut up, Bakugo!” They all said in chorus, but the scent of amused omega gave them away.
(They lived happily ever after. Izuku apologized to Kiri. Kiri now has Deku-trauma.)