"I want you to know that you don't have to apologize for what happened."

Kirishima nods, lips pressed together tightly. He stares hard at the floor, eyes drawn in shame.

"Kirishima."

He looks up, eyes dull. He's so ashamed of himself, and standing here before his elders, specifically the one he commanded, just seems to make his body crinkle in on itself, like a piece of paper in his hand.

"Sit up straight. Bring your eyes forward. A hero faces his problems, he doesn't overlook them."

He looks up even more, and locks eyes with his mentor. Aizawa nods, his tired eyes looking the younger alphas face over,"Thats better."

Kirishima takes a deep breath, and he looks to Mr. Aizawa's right, eyes locking with Mics. His instructor smiles at him, his own eyes tired.

They're meeting after school hours, in the classroom. Kirishima came in about 30 minutes after school was supposed to be over, knocking on Mics door. He meant to apologize in private, but when Mr. Aizawa opened the door, he felt his walls shoot back up immediately.

"I'm sorry, even if you don't want my apology." He takes a deep breath,"My um... Medication was messing with me. And I was uhh... Ashamed of the position I was in, and everybody was staring at me... I felt-"

"Vulnerable."

He looks to Aizawa, and the older man nods, glancing at Mic,"All alphas have that moment. Its nothing to be ashamed of. Even so..." He sighs,"What happened the other day was uncalled for, and we appreciate your apology."

Mic gapes at him,"Shota-"

"Its fine. If he feels the need to apologize then its fine." Aizawa huffs,"Thankyou."

Mic sighs, shaking his head. He reaches forward, taking Kirishima's hand,"Thankyou. But make sure that you know that I don't hold you responsible."

"Yes sir."

"Thanks for thinking of me kiddo." Mic grins big, his classic smile making Kirishima's heart ease just a little,"But your command didn't phase me too much. I'm a Pro, after all." He chuckles.

Kirishima takes a breath of relief, nodding,"I know. And I'm sorry again. I'm relieved that you're ok. I just felt bad for my behavior and actions the other day."

"It's all good." Aizawa mutters, and looks down at his watch. Kirishima is slightly irritated by how passive he's being about all of this,"Its getting late. Go ahead and head back to the dorms."

"Yes sir." He stands, and gives one last bow, letting his chest loosen up, and his nerves calm.

Its ok.

He sighs as he slides the door shut, a huge weight lifting off his shoulders. Kirishima's happy that he's at least apologized to his elders. Now he just has to talk to his friends. He hasn't talked to them for the last two days, and that's because the red head wanted to gather his thoughts first.

Kirishima takes one last deep breath, and turns down the hallway, making his way back to the dorms. He sighs, feeling relief continue to wash over him in waves, making him feel just a little bit better about today.

"Shitty hair."

He goes wide eyed, turning to see Bakugo walk towards him on the sidewalk. The blond is sweaty, and dripping with scent, making the alphas gut turn over and do its own pushups. His stomach feels like it's on an imaginary roller coaster. The tight tank top and loose joggers doesn't help Kirishima distract himself from the pretty sight of Bakugo walking towards him in the sunset either.

"Hey." He smiles at his friend, Bakugo humming in response. They start walking towards the dorms, making their way back slowly. Bakugo seems tired. He smells delightful though, but the scent only reminds him to take his meds when they get back. 

"Did you apologize?" Bakugo asks under his breath. Kirishima smiles and nods, feeling a little better about everything.

"Yeah. They told me I didn't have to but I did anyways."

"'Course you did, softass."

"I'll have you know that my ass is a hard slab of muscle." Kirishima says in a cocky tone,"Blondie."

Bakugo punches his shoulder, and Kirishima chuckles lightly, enjoying the way his chest knots up at the physical contact. He smiles at his best friend, and Bakugo clicks his tongue, glancing away from him. His cheeks are flushed a perfect shade of red from his previous work out, and Kirishima can't seem to drag his eyes away from it.

The dorms are rather quiet when they get there, but that's understandable, considering that the class is at the pool today. They decided that today would be the best day, considering it's so warm. Kirishima took today to talk to his teachers in private.

He glances at Bakugo, wondering why he didn't join the rest of the class in their little trip to the school pool.

The blond stares ahead of himself, eyes droopy and tired. Kirishima glances down to see his hands shoved deep into his pockets too, and he swallows, trying to look away from the omegas fine body. He can't get excited out here in the middle of the common room. That would just make him sound even more like a pervert.

So he looks off towards the floor infront of him, and tries to walk at his normal pace. But that seems to become impossible, his gut tightening around an invisible ball and nervousness lacing through him. Kirishima internally groans, hating his anxiety as he tries to find his normal stride, but his selfish heart makes him so nervous around Bakugo.

They cross to the elevator, climbing in silently and Kirishima swallows, reaching forward and pushing the button.

He glances over, catching Bakugo in the process of grimacing and turning his head to hide it. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Bakugo-?"

And that's when Bakugo faints. Kirishima is shocked, and he barely has time to register that the omega is falling forward until he instinctively catches him in his arms.

"Wha- Bakugo?" He grunts, shifting under the blonds dead weight, panic slowly setting in,"Bakugo!?" He huffs, wrapping his arms beneath the other boys armpits. He holds him up easily, carefully reaching down and curling his arm beneath the omegas legs, lifting him up bridal style.

Bakugo's head lulls to the side worryingly, eyes unfocused and blurry. Kirishima's heart thunders in his chest, ruby eyes wide as he stares at the other boy. He's so hot.

Not hot as in Oh he's sexy but hot as in sickly.

"Hey?" He swallows, eyes searching Bakugos face. The omega blinks at him slowly, cheeks growing so red that Kirishima could probably fry an egg on his cheek.

"My h-heat." The blond whispers, and Kirishima's gut swoops so violently he thinks he might throw up. Bakugo's voice trembled, crimson eyes rolling as his breath comes out stuttered.

"Ok. Ok um," the red head panics, and he tries to hold his breath, a potent smell reaching his nose. He can hardly smell it through all of his medicine, but fuck it's strong. Is this what he was smelling earlier?

"My room..." Bakugo mutters, and Kirishima nods, chest tightening uncomfortably. He suddenly feels extremely protective over Bakugo, his arms holding the smaller man tightly. Bakugo isn't shy about tucking his face into the alphas neck either, a soft breath gusting across the red heads gland.

"Why didn't you say something?" Kirishima grumbles, walking over to the door and setting Bakugo down gently. The blond can hardly stand as it is, how the hell did he expect to get upstairs without collapsing?

He holds on tight to the blonds shoulders, trying to ignore the way his stomach squirms, the way his canines ache. He wants to bite something. He wants to bite something now. He holds his breath for a few seconds, but even that doesn't seem to help keep the scent from reaching his nose.

He whimpers. He fucking whimpers as Bakugo leans against him heavily, Kirshima practically dragging him into the room. And shit, Bakugo must be falling in hard already cause he answers the red heads pathetic sound with one of his own.

"How did you expect to even get back?" He growls in the other boys ear,"You're so wreckless."

"I thought I could make it back before the meds completely wore off." Bakugo pants, leaning against the wall as Kirishima leans down and drags his shoes off for him. Bakugos legs tremble, and Kirishima's groin is very much alive. He looks up to find the omega yanking at his shirt, already complaining that its way too hot in the bedroom. He huffs, trying to control himself as he stands back up and helps the other boy strip his shirt.

"Well you didn't." The alpha whispers, his own hands bawling into the shirt, standing there with it in his hands. Bakugo huffs, eyes low as he looks the alpha over.

Kirishima doesn't know what to do, his whole body tingles with the urge to pin Bakugo down. He's never felt it so much in his life. He shivers, closing his eyes as Bakugo shifts away from him and wobbles over to the bed where his nest is built proudly.

The young alpha continues to stand there, eyes squeezed shut tight as he sniffs at where Bakugo was just standing.

God. His mouth fills with drool. A soft and warm smell makes his nose tingle with delight, warm vanilla and cinnamon making his gut curl and growl almost. He wants Bakugo.

He looks over, watching as the omega crawls into the bed, curling up into the sheets and blankets. He stares at Kirishima for a solid minute before rolling over and curling into a tight ball.

Kirishima bites his lip, his breath heavy in his own chest. His lungs can't seem to pull in enough air to breathe.

His body is moving before he knows it, slowly waltzing over to the nest. He stands there, staring down at the omega with wanting eyes.

"Bakugo." He whispers. He watches carefully as the omega reaches up, covering his head with his arms,"Do you... Want me to do anything else?"

"No, I'm fine." Bakugo growls, turning his head just enough for Kirishima to catch the way the blonds eyes water before he turns his face back into the pillows and blankets he lays on,"Thanks, I guess."

Kirishima clenches his teeth,"Y-Yeah." He murmurs, chest aching. He wants Bakugo to want him back.

He... He wants him. He wants to have sex with him.

That's all Kirishima can think about as he stares down at the omega. He's thought about sex with Bakugo so many times, but never has he ever been this close to really wanting it.

He loves him.

Kirishima winces. Clenching his hands just as hard as he clenches his jaw. He wants to comfort him at least. But... He can't scent. He can't scent, and he can't give the blond what he wants. He really, really just needs... Bakugo.

He looks down, and he's surprised to find himself hard as a rock. He stares at the bulge in his jeans, and grimaces, finding himself ashamed. Shit, he's being fucking weird.

"Kirishima..."