"H-Hey momma!" Kirishima grins, his voice shaking as the turmoil seems to take him over.
"Hey... Sweetheart..." His Momma's voice sounds concerned immediately,"Your voice is shaking honey."
It's not a question, and Kirishima grimaces as she says it. He swallows hard, knee bouncing rapidly and causing his foot to hit the floor too fast.
"Momma..." He swallows, trying his best to calm his heart down. Its beating so fast, and his breathing is sharp, but he tries to keep it down so his omegan mother won't freak out,"I can't calm down... And I've taken all of my medicine. I dunno what I should do..."
"Eijirou..." His mother whispers something to somebody, then shes back,"Eijirou where are you?"
"In my dorm." He says, squeezes his eyes shut as the room spins, and everything seems to close in on him, his heart rate skyrocketing. He breathes hard, feeling the need to cry rush through him like hot water,"Momma I can't calm down."
"Oh my god, Livi..." His mother says something hurriedly,"Livi I think hes having a panic attack. Or the ruticent thingy. Wake up!"
"What's a- a ruticent?" He asks, temples beading with sweat, his eyes hurting.
"Its something to do with the Alphagenetic hormone Imbalance sweetheart." His momma sounds calm, her voice soothing,"Its when your hormones and pheromones spike and your medicine won't work, ok. Is there anything that's bothering you sweetheart? Do you want to talk?" She says gently but he hears her seethe at his mom,"Livi hurry up we need to get there now!"
Kirishima swallows hard, squeezing his eyes shut again and taking a deep breath. He can hear his parents arguing, then he can hear his little sister speak, then they also start arguing. His breathing comes faster, hands shaking as he pulls his knees up from the floor, toes curling into the sheets, and he hugs his knees close to his chest.
His face feels hot, and his canines tingle. A choked sound escapes his lips, almost a whimper, listening to his parents voices rise louder and louder. He grimaces, pressing his forehead tight to his knees as his body trembles.
His head flies up, his breathing hard. He stares at his door, seeing a shadow beneath the crack. He swallows hard, and turns his head back into his knees, pretending he didn't hear, pretending he can't hear anything. Wishing all the rumbling and the noise would stop rushing through him.
His parents loud arguing fades, and so doesn't the second knock on his door. Roaring floods his ears, his chest squeezing so hard he swears his lungs are going to burst. He croaks on his own breath, trying to gasp for air like a fish out of water.
"Momma." He can't help but say her name, wanting her there, here, with him. He wants somebody. He wants her scent,"Momma." He tries not to cry, he tries really hard.
"I'm coming baby. Hold on, Mom and I are on our way. Ok. We're coming."
He tries to hear her, but he doesn't, his body aching, muscles tensed. He can't think, and he can't feel his nails digging into his knees.
And then a warm hand touches his.
Its gentle, and he heaves, trying to catch his breath as his teary eyes look up into crimson ones. They stare at eachother, Bakugo and Kirishima that is, and the young alpha can't help but press his face back to his knees, trying to not think about how he looks, trying not to think about how Bakugo is here.
"Its ok..." He hears the blond whisper. Its quiet, and hesitant, almost as if Bakugo isnt sure what to do with him. Just as the Bakugo way should be.
Kirishima shakes his head against his knees, and somehow those two words break him, make him snap, and he chokes on his breath as he croaks out,"No. Its not." And starts crying.
And its not an easy cry either. He cries hard, squeezing Bakugos hand tight as the omega laces his fingers into his fist. He feels his legs pulled down, and two arms wrap around him gently, holding him tight enough to show that he has support, but not so tight that he feels more trapped than before.
His parents still argue on the phone, even when he can hear the sound of them driving. He feels the phone taken from his hand, and he watches mildly as Bakugo puts it on speaker and lays it aside.
A hand braces the back of his neck securely, and he feels something in the back of his mind get flustered as his face is shoved against Bakugos neck. The blond is silent, holding him tight, and giving the redhead the best support he can give.
And that includes scenting, he guesses.
Bakugo's scent clouds his senses, soft vanilla and spicey, smokey cinnamon making his nostrils flare. Something primal inside him is piqued with interest, and he feels himself leaning forward, pressing his nose close to the omegas scent gland.
He hears the stuttered and stimulated breath Bakugo gives, obviously taken off guard and not used to having somebody so openly touch his scent glands. Kirishima doesn't hesitate though, hands instinctively reaching forward and grabbing beneath the blonds arms, pulling the other boy closer where he's kneeled between the red heads legs.
Bakugos hands brace against his stomach then, keeping Kirishima from pressing too incredibly close. The alpha huffs, his racing heart calming down, and his wet eyes drying up some. He sniffles and presses his face against his best friends scent gland, taking a deep breath and leaning down to hug him properly.
His heart rate slows, and the clenching in his chest seems to subside, a deep exhale falling past his lips before squeezing Bakugo tighter. He holds him close, and breathes in the other teens luxurious scent.
His taste buds tingle at the smell of him, and the alpha takes another deep breath, huffing against his neck.
The other boy breathes out softly, and Kirishima feels his heart race again, especially as the blond seems to arch into his touch. He swallows hard, and does it again, getting another choked breath from him.
"Shitty hair, don't." Bakugo's voice is gentle, but stern, and the alpha feels his heart sink, but he knows better, and now that hes calmed down some he knows hes ok enough to just sit here like this, and not do something stupid.
"Eijirou honey? You still there?"
He holds Bakugo tighter as the blond starts to move, and he growls, something like a warning. But its not really a warning, its more like a beg, like he doesn't want the omega to move because he's... Scared he'll freak out again.
So instead, Bakugo reaches over, holding the phone to his own mouth,"Anaya?"
"Oh katsuki!" His momma sounds scared but happy,"Is he ok? Did he do anything to you?"
"No..." Bakugo mutters gruffly, taking a breath as Kirishima holds him closer,"I think it was a panic attack... He's ok."
"Are you sure? We can come over? Eiji honey do you still need us? Or are you ok for now?"
"M'fine." He grunts, but only Bakugo hears him.
"He said he's fine Anaya." The blond mutters, and Anaya sighs, relieved, taking a breath.
"Eijirou... If that ever happens again call me before it gets so bad sweetheart. Maybe I can help better."
"Ok." This time he answers loud enough.
They're on the phone a little longer, but they hang up soon, everyone tired and sleepy.
And then its just them.
Bakugo had wiggled out of the hug halfway through the end of the phone call, answering most of the questions Kirishima's momma asked.
Now they sit here, one staring at the floor, and the other looking at the wall behind blond hair.
"You... Ok?" Bakugo asks, trying to break the deafening silence. Kirishima swallows, and fidgets some before smiling and taking a breath. He looks away from his friend, embarrassed of himself.
"I'm ok." He says quietly, clearing his throat,"Thankyou."
"Don't thank me dipshit." Bakugo mutters and stands,"I'm going back to bed..."
Kirishima watches him stand and start to leave. His eyes widen and his chest clenches, reaching forward and grabbing the blonds wrist,"Wait Katsu- I mean- Bakugo..."
Bakugo glares at him for a second, then huffs and looks away,"What?"
"...I'm sorry." He whispers, and he feels his eyes burn again but he has determination not to cry this time,"I... I didn't mean to hurt you. Or embarrass you. Ok?"
Bakugo is silent, and his hand is limp in the young alphas hold. Kirishima bites his lips, tasting a little bit of blood as the blond doesn't look at him. He's probably disgusted.
"I can't..." He takes a deep breath as his eyes burn more, but he can't be the victim here. Bakugo is the one who got hurt yesterday. Not him,"I can't smell your scent while I'm on my meds. And I can't react to it. I didn't know. So... I'm sorry, I won't be so wreckless with what I say anymore."
Bakugo glances at him, but Kirishima has to turn his head away in shame. Like the blonds gonna take a pussy apology like that. He's... He's better than this. He deserves better than this.
"It's fine." Bakugo whispers, and Kirishima looks up at him, face cringed.
"No its not." He says back,"I... I upset you, I didn't mean to... I bet it felt like I was neglecting your feelings. But I swear I wasn't, ok."
"I said it's fine." Kirishima flinches as a hand presses against his shoulder, and then Bakugos close.
And then Bakugo's hugging him again,"You didn't take your fuckin' meds today did you, dipshit?"
Kirishima takes a deep breath, and he laughs, shaking his head no,"I'm out."
Bakugo growls "idiot" and he grunts as the omega shoves him back against the bed. He lays still as stone, watching as Bakugo pulls the covers up. The blond glances at him, and Kirishima feels shock run through him as he sees that hint of uncertainty in Bakugo's eyes.
He takes a deep breath, and he feels stiff as Bakugo lays his head on his chest. His hands hover beneath the blanket that the omega had pulled over both of them, Bakugo's chest against his shoulder. His head on his chest. His body against the red heads side.
He takes a deep breath, and risks placing an arm around him. At that, Bakugo pulls him closer. Kirishima rolls on his side so they can be more comfortable, Kirishima's arm sliding under him and they lay facing eachother. They hug, and the alpha
can't get over how Bakugos face is so close. How hes snuggled so close.
"I was embarrassed." He murmurs, something like hesitancy in his voice. Kirishima is silent,"But I was a little pissed... That you couldn't smell me. Fucking stupid instincts controlling what the fuck I think."
Kirishima swallows, his face feeling hot and his body buzzing. His heart beats loud and slow in his chest, his breath caught in his throat. He's rigid as he lays there, scared that Bakugo will leave his side if he says anything.
"Hm?" The red head swallows, trying his best not to be weird. He isn't sure what to do. This is the first time Bakugo has ever hugged him like this.
"Do you..." The blond starts to ask, but he cuts himself off. Kirishima takes a deep breath, and takes the chance to glance at him. And their eyes lock. He feels his breath catch in his throat, and Bakugo goes wide eyed before frowning and looking away.
Bakugo swallows, his adams apple bobbing.
"Hey um..." Kirishima scoots closer, and he looks closely,"Bakugo..."
"I... I scented you because you were upset and you just... You can't really regulate your pheromones and stuff so I wanted to help..."
"It was jus' cause you needed help. Got it."
Bakugo looks up at him, and Kirishima watches as those crimson eyes search his face. It's almost like Bakugo is trying to read him, like a book, but at the same time he seems to be struggling with the words. Almost like a 4th grader with a 8th graders book. Bakugo's frown deepens slowly as he seems to get agitated and Kirishima feels his chest slosh as he moves, and shakes his head. He sits up, Kirishima's arm falling away,"I need to go back to bed shitty hair. I don't have time for this. If you're fine, I'm going."
The red heads eyes widen at the sudden movement. And for some reason his chest clenches and his gut rolls, his whole world darkening. He reaches up, and grabs the blonds shoulder as he rises up too. He can't leave. He can't. He needs him. Bakugo was trying to say something. He was going to say something, and Kirishima has a really good feeling that it was something important. Something that needs to be said. He has a bad feeling that Bakugo is just too shy to say it. Kirishima considers himself pretty good at speaking his dear friends language. And he just- He-
"Don't leave!" He barks out suddenly and Bakugo flinches, hands popping from being startled,"Please I..." His throat closes, realizing he grabbed Bakugo too fast. He lets go, embarrassed by his reaction,"I'm sorry!" He takes a breath,"I'm sorry."
"It's... Fine." Bakugo takes a steadying breath, and he sits back down on the bed, looking the red head in the eyes before looking away again.
Theres a tense silence between the two of them, and Kirishima bites his lip, his brain moving at a million miles an hour. He needs to calm down.
His eyes search his blankets, as if the answer to breaking the silence might be there. Its moments like this that is making it harder for him to be around Bakugo. These tense silences where they have nothing to say, but do. These moments where those simple words of fondness can be told. Where he can fill the blank space with the words that need to be said, the feelings that need to be announced.
The feelings that should be said, simply for the fact that they can finally sit in this silence again comfortably. He's so fucking tired of sitting here with the one he likes, and having these moments where they can only be miserably awkward because of the stupidity between him and his stupid anxiety. He- he has to be brave! He has to be a fucking man! Grow a pair! Grow a pair!
He has to get his feelings out, or he just might suffocate himself.
"I just." He clenches his jaw. Is this really how he should confess his feelings though? When Bakugo is like this, when he's like this. He... He doesn't think that would be good or even ethical. If he confesses now, that could possibly put them both in a cinflicting place, considering Kirishima's bad temper and mood as of late, and Bakugo's own boundaries.
He... He should keep it to himself for now.
"Could you just... Um, stay for a bit. Could we watch a movie? Please? I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep like this. I need to calm down."
"Why can't you do that by yourself, shitty hair?" Bakugo frowns at him, eyes squinted.
"Its just..." He sighs, feeling embarrassed as he murmurs,"I don't wanna be alone right now." He looks away, feeling incredibly unmanly,"Sorry if its a pussy move."
Bakugo sits there, seeming calculative before sighing and sitting down,"I'll stay if its Mad Max."
"Seriously!?" Kirishima grins big, looking at his friend joyously.
"Yes you fucking whiner. Now hurry up."
"Got it! Got it."