"What the fuck!?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Kaminari raises his hands up, eyes growing wide,"Bakugo it was just a kiss!"

"Kiss my ass!" The blond fumes, and Kirishima feels his cheeks getting red, staring wide eyed as Bakugo points an accusing finger in Denki's face.

"You were fucking making out with him!"

"It was a dare!" Kami squeaks, face growing red in embarrassment as the rest of 1-A crowds around their little group.

Mina said she wanted to play truth or dare. So... They played truth or dare. It was Mina, Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, and of course Bakugo. They were making harmless jokes, simple dares. Sero dared Kaminari to kiss Kirishima, and of course Kami didn't back down from that. He promptly walked over and kissed the red head a few times to prove his point; Kirishima gave consent of course.

But Bakugo stood after the third kiss, bellowing at Kaminari that he needs to respect Kirishima's space. All four of them were confused as Bakugo screamed at their electric friend, the omega getting red in the face as he continues.

"B-Bakugo calm down!" Kirishima grabs his friends hand but Bakugo rips it away, glaring at the red head now. There's killing intent behind those eyes.

"Why'd you just let him do that you dumbass!"

"Wha-" Kirishima gives the blond an unbelievable look,"Dude it was a simple dare! It was fucking harmless! What the hell is your problem!?"

Bakugo fumes, and Kirishima swears he sees steam come out of his ears,"You- You-!"

"What!?" Kirishima feels his own face growing red in anger. He hasn't felt the best today. He feels all wrong, hormones everywhere, his body feeling like jelly and vision blurring here and there. He's not in the mood for one of Bakugos blow ups.

"You're stupid fucking alpha! Thats what!" Bakugo snarls, teeth bared. Kirishima clenches his teeth, easily bolting to his feet as his chest puffs out in defense.

Kaminari mutters something before backing away from the two of them, his omegan scent spilling with fear. He swallows with wide eyes. Mina and sero do the same, Mina muttering,"Shit they never fight." As she hides behind Uraraka.

"I'm not fucking stupid!" He yells, and Bakugo's killing eyes waver for a moment, his omegan instincts obviously telling him to back down, but he doesn't. He snarls instead, puffing his own chest out.

"You are if you don't know why I'm mad." He says lowly, staring the other boy hard in the eyes. Kirishima tries to regulate his breathing, his heart beating fast, his head spinning as Bakugo still doesn't back down.

"It was something dumb Bakugo!" He yells, too blind to see the way hurt flashes across the blonds eyes before the omega looks away from his face, glaring hard at the ground as his hands clench at his sides. Kirishima points at him challengingly,"Bakugo there was no sense in that! Kaminari didn't do-"

"There was complete sense in it, you fucking idiot!" Bakugo growls, omegas voice slipping out as he slaps Kirishima's finger out of his face,"God you're fucking dumb!"

Kirishima feels his hackles raise at the sound of his dear friends threatening omegas voice, and he snarls back,"Oh yeah!?"

"Yeah!" Bakugo screams in his face before brushing past him roughly and attempting to stomp away.

Kirishima follows, copying the rough step the blond has as he grabs the back of the omegas jacket,"Hey!"

"Let go! I'm done with you-"

"What's your perfect fucking explaination!?" Kirishima bellows and yanks Bakugo around so he's looking at him. The blond gives his loudest snarl yet as he rips from the red heads hold.

"Let go!"

"Give me a damn answer! Or apologize to Kami-"

"I'm not apologizing to him for something he obviously did to piss me off-!"

"And what would that be!? Huh!?"

"He kissed you!"

"So!?"

"I didn't like it-"

"Why!?"

"I've been scenting you! For weeks! You fucking idiot!" Bakugos face immediately flushes, his eyes growing hard and looking away from him. He looks enraged as he pulls from the red heads hold again,"Are you happy you fucking asshole?!"

Kirishima stops at a standstill, his eyes growing wide and hand freezing in mid air. He stands there, lips slightly parted as Bakugo turns away and roughly walks away. Only when the blond is 10 feet from the elevator does he realize what he's done.

"Bakugo!" He runs forward, reaching out and grabbing the omegas wrist.

Bakugo rips his hand away, giving kirishima a deep glower,"Don't touch me." He hisses, climbing on the elevator.

"Bakugo wait I'm sor-"

"Shut up!" The blond shoves him back out of the elevator, the doors closing.

"Bakugo."

"Fuck you."

He watches helplessly as the doors shut completely, the elevator dinging as it takes Bakugo upstairs.

He feels a wave of shit roll over him, this guilt plaguing his whole body immediately. He slaps his own forhead a few good times, cringing at himself and clenching his teeth tight.

"God..."

"Damn..."

He flinches, going wide eyed as he turns. The class stares at him or where Bakugo was standing moments ago, their eyes wide too. His brows tent as he realizes how really stupid he is, and how much he's fucked up.

"Dude..." Kaminari walks forward, looking at the red head with sorry eyes,"You just outted Bakugo to literally everyone."

Later that night Kirishima couldn't help but linger just outside Bakugos door. He wanted to knock, and ask if he's angry, or upset. How could he fix it if so. He didn't like what he'd done, how he'd outted bakugo so magnificently. It wasn't the fact that he outted bakugo's sexuality, or that he'd outted bakugo actually doing his part as an omega.

He just... It's just that he'd literally told the whole class that the other boy had been scenting the alpha. That he'd been helping kirishima cope, and scenting isn't a joke when they're young like this. Scenting provides comfort and care to others, especially as they mature and need their scents to communicate feelings and emotions. Sometimes when a person scents another for too long, they become protective of said person and don't want anybody else to touch them or scent them.

Kirishima pretty much told the whole class that Bakugo was caring enough to do that, and in bakugos standards, Kirishima knows that that factor is embarrassing for him to admit.

He knows the blond doesn't like to show intimacy. And if he does, then you're lucky to recieve or see it.

He presses his hand to the door, his heart beating in his chest, and hurting. He wants to say sorry. He wants to scent Bakugo back. He wants to scent him back.

But he can't.

Kirishima grimaces as the thought hits him. He can't, he can't scent him. He can't scent Bakugo back, he can't comfort him. He can't do it, because of his Alphagenetic hormone imbalance. Because of it, he can't do any of that stuff without it's regulation flipping out and going into a full blown rut, or passing out or...

He grimaces harder as his eyes burn, hand still held in mid air. He shouldn't cry out here. But his feet can't seem to move, and his chest squeezes into nothingness. He feels so bad. He feels like shit.

Kirishima swears he stands there for 20 more minutes, wishing he wasn't such a coward, wishing he wasn't such a jerk. Wishing his body was normal. He stared at the cracks and scratches on the door, wondering if Bakugo can see his shadow beneath the crack under the door. He wonders if the omega can smell him?

He wonders. And he wonders. And he wishes.

And he walks away.

He closes his door too slow, mind racing one million miles a hour. He just wants to say sorry, but how do you drag those words from your mouth, huh?

"I'm sorry I told the whole class you were scenting me." He whispers to himself, tugging his shirt over his head. It sounds worse as he adds,"And I didn't even notice, cause I suck, and my body does too." He bites the inside of his cheek, squeezing his eyes shut and holding back tears again. Don't cry just because you feel pathetic, god.

He sits on his bed in his school jeans, staring at the wall that seperates him and the omega he likes so much. His chest still aches, and his hands feel clammy and cold. He looks to the floor in an ashamed manner, staring and wishing, and hoping, and wondering.

He feels like trash.

The young alpha feels the tears fall unexpectedly, and he sighs, reaching up and covering his face with his hands. He grimaces hard, forcing himself to stop crying. He knows if he doesn't stop himself, then he'll crack, and pour it all out.

And a man doesn't break.

He takes a deep breath, rubbing at his hardly wet eyes harshly, then shucks his pants and rolls into the bed. 

He stares at the wall there, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He tries his best to keep his composure, to keep his warm face from draining more tears down his cheeks.

And somehow he falls asleep.