"Oh uh... Hey."
Kirishima stares at Bakugo wide eyed, the blond standing infront of his door, pillow in hand. He had come in the room without asking, as he usually does, but tonight, even in the darkness of the room, Kirishima can see how angry he looks.
Bakugo stays by the door, staring hard at the floor. The alpha can't get over how cute he looks standing there in his black boxers and a baggy, grey tank top, his blond hair shining with the moonlight from the balcony.
"C'mere man... Want the inside like usual?..." He scoots away from the wall, patting the bed next to him.
Bakugo frowns, glowering at the floor like it personally offened him. Kirishima perks his lips out, staring at his bestie as the blond doesn't make his way over.
Then he's moving, and Kirishima smiles brightly as his friend finally crawls into the bed next to him and covers up.
The red head stays propped up on his elbow as he looks down at him, staring at those crimson eyes. Bakugo looks angry, but his eyes look hurt, and upset. He almost looks like he could cry if he'd just let loose.
"Hey, what's up?" He whispers, his own eyes growing worried in the dark. He always worries for his friends...
Especially this one.
"I got my test results back..." He grumbles after a long silence, and Kirishima doesn't know what to say or do. He isn't sure if he should ask if they were good, or if they were bad. He stays quiet, waiting for Bakugo to elaborate, but he doesn't, and he's ok with that.
He lays down next to him, face to face with him. They stare at eachother for a long time and the blond sighs, turning his head into the pillow and tucks himself further into the blanket.
"I'm dominant." He growls and Kirishima goes wide eyed, staring at him hard.
"My heats aren't every month, I know." He swallows,"Well not lately, at least, but the fucking doctor said that... That it's probably stress or somethin'."
Kirishima huffs, staring at his best friend for a long time. Bakugo had hoped that he wasn't dominant, that he wouldn't have to worry about falling into heat every month. That he wouldn't have to mate within the third year of being an official hero.
In the laws that the courts provide, it says that all dominant omegan heros must be mated within their thrid year of hero duty. This gives them time to find a proper mate, but also gives them a chance to get their dream without having to mate right out of highschool. Its done because of the risks a dominant omega can be taking each time they fight an alpha villian. All that those alphas have to say is one command, and if that omega isn't strong enough to fight it... They could easily be killed or forced to mate with that alpha.
But still... It's unfair that omegas are still labeled as things to be mated.
Bakugo growls, scoffing and clicking his tongue as he sits up abruptly,"Its fucking stupid...!"
"I hate this!"
"I didn't want to be a fucking dominant!" The blond seethes,"This is fucking dumb! What the hell!?"
"Bakugo..." Kirishima whispers to him, touching his elbow gently,"Quiet down ok... Everyone is sleeping."
"Fuck them too." He hisses, yanking his elbow from the red heads touch. Kirishima sighs, retracting his hand so he doesn't push his friends limits.
Bakugo flops back down against the bed, glaring at the ceiling as he lays on his back. Kirishima stares at him, wishing he could do something to make him feel better.
"Bakugo... It's ok to be an omega-"
"I know that." The blond says, voice tired,"But it's..." He sighs, holding his hand up,"Like this... Like this, its so hard..."
"What do you mean?" Kirishima sits up on his elbow again. He watches as Bakugos lidded eyes stare at the ceiling, tracing over the few glow stars that still stick to it.
"You know how you had trouble hitting an omega "villian" during our training with the Pussy Cats last year?" Kirishima nods and he sighs,"An omegas instincts tells them to cower beneath an agressive alpha and call out for help." He shakes his head,"Its hard for me to hit a damn alpha. Even if I do hate their fucking guts."
Kirishima stares at him in surprise,"So... Its the same for omegas as it is for alphas..."
"Yeah..." Bakugo mutters and grumbles something under his breath,"And thinking about that bullshit..." His eyes grow dull, quiet and thoughtful. Kirishima feels his heart sink.
"Is this why sex ed... Bothered you so much this time?"
Bakugo frowns, brows furrowing some over his dull eyes,"I don't fuckin' know..." He murmurs,"I guess... Where I'm dominant, they said I had to be more careful due to my sensitivity to alphas or whatever." The omega rubs a hand down his face,"Out of the small 20% of the population that can be dominant... I had to be one of them."
Kirishma chuckles, and Bakugo growls, throwing his arms over his head as he glares at the ceiling in a rude way. God he's so perfect.
"Anyways..." Bakugo sighs then rolls towards the red head, looking up at him from where Kirishima has his head propped up,"I heard you collapsed on your way back to the dorms. You good dumbass?"
"Oh uh..." Kirishima groans, rubbing a palm across his own face,"I'm... Ok... Its nothing too serious, I don't supoose."
"Well?" Bakugo glares at him impatiently.
Kirishima huffs, twisting his fingers together as he looks off towards the moon just outside his balcony door,"I have AHI."
He mildly wonders if bakugo even knows what that is, since it isn't a particularly well known thing. But knowing Bakugo, he probably does, and he isn't slow to ensure that.
"What the fuck!?" Bakugo yells immediately, and bolts upright in the bed, staring at the other boy with wide eyes,"You better not be playing some kind of dirty joke shitty hai-!"
"I'm not-!" He reaches up shushing him quietly,"I'm not. Calm down, you're being too loud."
"I don't give a flyin' fuck." He sneers, then swallows,"Is it bad, er whatever?"
"Uhh... Yeah, I guess..." Kirishima brows tent over his eyes,"I have to take artificial pheromones to help level out my hormones some. Recovery girl said that it won't help with the sleep loss or emotional side effects of it, but it will help me keep my equilibrium straight and I won't be so prone to passing out randomly..."
"There's nothing else you can do to help that shit?" Bakugo stares at him, glare in his eyes, but kirishima has come to learn that its actually worry.
"I can..." He swallows,"I can have s-sex with an... Omega... But..."
It grows silent in the room, and Kirishima feels his face heat up at the suffocating sound of nothing. He covers his face with his hands, cringing in embarrassment.
He moves his hands, looking up at Bakugo as the omega stares down at him. Kirishima feels his face grow even hotter, swallowing stiffly as he tries to ignore the way his heart pulls towards his best friend.
"I can't." He whispers, eyes growing solemn,"I really don't want to... Just have a sex partner, ya'know."
"Why not? It'll help you."
"But I..." Kirishima bites his lip, looking away from Bakugo's earnest eyes and instead staring at the damn glow stars on his ceiling,"I have morals. I have ideals. And one of those is to love someone the right way. And part of love is sex, I can't help the way I think. And thats what I think."
"There's no other way to regulate them?" Bakugo asks quietly, laying back down.
"...Just the artificials." Kirishima mutters, staring at the ceiling, eyes focused on anything but Bakugo.
Its strange. This situation is at least. Bakugo comes to his room to talk. But only late at night, when he knows that nobody else is awake, when he knows that Kirishima is the last person in the dorms who's not asleep.
They sit in here and only talk. They never try to scent eachother due to their alpha and omega qualities. They just... Comfort eachother with words, or just listen so they can both vent. They never touch, never hug.
There's nothing about their relationship that is more than friends. Kirishima has friends that share beds sometimes and the red head used to do the same thing with his friends in middle school.
They're friends. And they treat eachother as friends.
And yeah, sometimes kirishima hates that. Sometimes he wants to hug bakugo, and scent him to calm his anger or rage, to comfort him when he seems upset but tries his best to hide it.
But Kirishima is respectful. He notices little changes in their relationship, stupid things that his friends don't see, things that he loves to think about when he has nothing else to ponder on. He wants to get closer to Bakugo, and he will, but he's not going to be pushy.
And then maybe... Just maybe Bakugo could help him with this Alphagenetic hormone imbalance. Not through sex, per say, maybe just a little bit of scenting. Recovery girl said even a little bit of scenting from an omega can help. Maybe not alot, but just a little.
But Kirishima doesn't just want to get close to Bakugo for that. He wants to hold him and kiss his forehead and just... Be there for him. He doesn't want sex from him- maybe in the far future, yes- but right now...
Right now he'd be happy with just holding his hand.
But he doesn't. Because he wants to do this right.
"Yeah..." Kirishima chuckles, sighing as he covers his face with his arm, smile tired,"Yeah, it sucks." He presses his lips together tight,"I have to take a suppressant and a half twice a day and take two rut blockers..." He grumbles,"I'm gonna be all fucked up until I get used to the new dosage and Recovery girl said it could take up to two months for me to get used to it..."
Bakugo is silent next to him and Kirishima shakes his head, moving his arm and rolling so he's facing the blond.
They stare at eachother, crimson on ruby, and Kirishima finally feels some of his frustration slip away from his mind as he watches Bakugos eyes close gently. His blond eyelashes brush his upper cheek softly, and Kirishima can't help the feeling that he could do the same with his thumb.
"Night shitty hair."