"-ishima!"

"Kirishima!?"

Kirishima gasps as he sits up, his alert high as he hears Mina's shrieking yell. His ears ring high pitched, sounds fading into his ears.

"KIRISHIMA GET UP!"

His limbs shake as he pushes himself up from the ground, loud slamming and booms going off around him. It sounds like a war zone, his breathing heavy through the dust.

"Get up!"

He heaves, nausea rolling through him as he struggles up to his feet, but falls back to the ground, air entering and leaving his lungs like razor blades.

"MOVE! Kirishima move!"

He looks up, gasping and rolling across the ground in just enough time. A huge piece of debris falls right where he'd been laying, and he heaves for air as he stumbles up.

"Kirishima run!" Mina shrieks at him from the other side of the field, and she yells out as she holds off an opponent of her own.

He swallows hard, sweat rolling from his temples as his vision blurs in and out. He sees his opponent charging towards him and he takes a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut. His teeth grind, arms coming up infront of himself as he gets ready for impact.

But as his skin doesn't harden, and he finds himself having an even harder time breathing, he goes wide eyed. He looks up fast, gasping before stumbling back away from the debris thats thrown at him.

"W-Wait!" He yells, chest heaving. He can't breathe! He can't,"Wait a second-!"

"Wait!" He grunts as he's slammed down, head hitting hard against rock. He yells out loud, a flashing pain lacing through the back of his skull and down his neck.

"Hey! Hey! Enough, that's enough!"

He breathes hard, grunting as weight lifts off his chest. But he still finds in hard to breathe, reaching up and clutching at his head as he rolls. He lays on his side, legs curling towards his stomach as his jaw clenches.

"Kirishima!?"

"Let me see..." Mr. Aizawa's voice is close, and the young alpha winces as his hands are pulled from his head. The older man gently checks his head, looking him over.

"Ok come here..." Aizawa sits him up slowly, and the red head takes a deep breath, breathing still labored, but not as bad.

"What happened? Why didn't you harden?" His teacher looks at the back of his head, muttering something about it not bleeding thankfully.

"I-I couldn't. Its like my body wasn't working right...? I... Dunno..." He swallows, staring down at his scratched and scraped arms.

Aizawa turns on Monoma, the blond boy and the rest of his class having been in their combat training for the day,"Monoma. When a classmate tells you to stop, or wait, you should do as told. Kirishima was obviously having difficulty and yet you persisted."

"How was I supposed to know!?" Monoma scoffs, glaring as he looks away.

"This is why you need more training in reading people's expressions and fighting styles." Aizawa mutters, then turns back to Kirishima,"I want you to follow my finger, but do not turn your head."

"Ok."

His mentor holds up his index finger, and slowly glides it infront of kirishima's face, left to right. Kirishima follows it fine.

"Is your head still hurting?" Aizawa asks.

"No. I think I was able to harden my skin in enough time, but not as much as I could have." Kirishima swallows,"I guess I just wasn't in it today." He murmurs, feeling embarrassed as 6 of his classmates stare down at him. And he feels even more so as the rest of the class comes trotting across the field from their stealth training.

They all gasp or yell something before running across the feild to their little group.

"Kirishima!? Dude whats wrong?" Denki appears first, then Sero. Mina immediately starts to fill them in on what had happened.

As Bakugo appears in the group, Kirishima feels his cheeks redden in shame, the blond taking him in with surprised eyes. He must look like a incompetent alpha right now, sitting on the fucking ground, looking lame as he answers each of Aizawa's questions to make sure he doesn't have a concussion. He probably looks weak to the omega like this.

"Everyone back up!" Mic yells, but not too loud,"And quiet down, Kirishima needs to talk with us, so give us some space."

It grows quiet around them, and Kirishima quietly answers the rest of the questions.

He feels stupid. And weak. All these medications are messing with his body and his senses. He can't believe that he passed out in the middle of a fight due to drowsiness. He... He didn't want that to happen, he didn't want this to happen. He was trying so hard but even then he couldn't do it. What if Monoma had been a real villian? What if there were people behind the red head who really needed help and all he could do was pass out on them?

What if he failed?

He did fail.

He didn't beat his opponent. He didn't save the dummy either. All he did was pass out. All he did was fall into all the extra suppressants and blockers. He can't even... He can't even use his quirk right. He feels stupid. He feels weak, and dumb, and stupid. He feels like hes little again. He can't do it right. He can't control his quirk.

"-anyways! You should be good to go kiddo." Kirishima flinches as a hand lands on his shoulder.

And... And hes not sure why, or how. But something within his mind snaps, something primal and... Scared? Almost as if, despite him being alpha, feeling weak and injured, feeling unable to do something about it.

It scares him.

His lips pull back, and he snarls loud, growl in his voice as he looks one of his favorite teachers in the eyes and bellows,"Off!"

It's a command, a dark one. He feels his own hackles raise, and Mic's hand immediately retracts. His omega teacher stares at him wide eyed and immediately bolts up and backs away from him, making half the class move from his path. He staggers, wobbling.

He realizes his mistake too late, looking around at his classmates. Many of his fellow alphas glare at him and shiver, obviously uncomfortable with another alpha commanding an omega down. Many of his beta friends stare wide eyed, while the few omegas in the group back away from him.

Bakugo doesn't budge, but he does give the red head a sharp look, eyes squinting at him harshly.

The young alpha covers his mouth, fingers pressing into his own cheeks tight as he clenches his jaw. Mr. Aizawa was the only one who didn't react, obviously a properly trained alpha hero, ready for any situation. Kirishima's guess is that Mic wasn't expecting such a thing from a student and was caught off guard. Otherwise he probably wouldn't have reacted the way he did.

His teacher reaches forward, voice calm,"Kirishima-"

The red head bolts up from the ground, hands still covering his mouth. Its illegal to command an omega without consent first. He feels his eyes burn, realizing how he's violtaed his teacher, and anyone around him. He swallows hard, locking eyes with Mic before hurriedly looking away in shame, brows furrowed tight.

"Hey kiddo..." Mic's voice shakes at first, but it quickly clears up,"Listen, we all make these kind of mistakes, so don't feel ba-"

Kirishima moves from his teachers touch, backing away from anyone and everyone at this point. He's so incredibly embarrassed. Why can't he just be normal?

He moves his hands, biting his lip until he tastes blood before pushing past all his friends and sprinting away from the class. He hears Mr. Aizawa yell for him, but he doesn't listen, and quickly turns the side of the school building and runs towards the dorms.

He's so EMBARRASSED.