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Morning after

(I am definitely making a fic from this scene lol)

Bakugou stirs in his bed, groaning at the disturbing sunlight. He forgot to pull his damn blackout blinds down, what with all the shit that's happened. He groans, annoyed at the rude disturbance of sleep and blinks his eyes open, forcing the bleariness away. Another grunt is forced out of him as a stretch compels his body, popping a few joints in the process. He finally sighs and relaxes when a big, heavy arm closes in around his waist, tugging him closer to a warm body. A small, soft smile comes to his face as he turners around to look at the man behind him. He’s met with messy, dark green hair, black stubble and eyebrows thick with hair, scrunched together. Bakugou fully turns around, smoothing the wrinkles out with his thumbs, cradling the other's face between both hands. 

“Ya’ big baby, clingy even in your sleep.” He mumbled, a font smile on his lips. 

The blond chuckled when Izuku released an annoyed grunt, tugging at the others waist yet again. Katsuki can only go limp in the other's arms, curling himself into the bigger man while Izuku pushed his nose into the blonds newly marked neck gland. Katsuki is always extra clingy after a heat, not that the green haired man seemed to care, so this right here was perfect in his mind. To relax in his new mate's arms all day long, maybe they’ll take a bath later during the day, eat something while watching a movie. He wanted to do nothing else but laze around all day, something he does not want to do often. 

However, after an hour- maybe less- Katsuki starts to get restless. Izuku had not moved an inch during the whole hour and Katsuki hips and arms were aching to move. Ever so slowly did Katsuki lift the green haired man's arm off of his own waist and roll backwards, almost falling out of the bed. Izuku only grunted in annoyance at the loss of warmth but other than that didn’t even stir. With a relieved sigh did Katsuki get up on shaky legs, he let out a few curses at the man still in bed for being the cause of his weak legs. After steding himself he walked out of the bedroom, door left on glent, and walked himself over to the bathroom. 

He peed, and since he was already naked he decided to take a quick shower; long enough to get the sweat off but not so long that he would wash his mates scent off. Then he spent a good ten minutes before the mirror, admiring the mark that had been left of his neck. It was still swollen and red but all the blood had previously been licked off, Izuku’s saliva was certainly helping the healing along. He’d have to ask Izuku to groom the mark again since it was still throbbing a bit. Even so he smiled at the mark. He could stand here and stare all day but he was starting to get cold with only a towel around his waist. 

He found a pair of the sweatpants he had felt on the couch during the week and the t-shirt Izuku had on before Bakugou’s heat started. It had been left on the floor a few steps outside the bedroom, only a belt and shoes close by. The shirt was big enough that it reached his mid thighs and hung off his shoulders like an off-shoulder shirt. He smiled and took a big inhale of the shirt before walking to the kitchen to make himself coffee. While it was still brewing a pair of voices could be heard right outside his apartment door. 

“Kat! Open the door right now!” He could hear Mina’s voice first, a loud and heavy banging on the door started only second after. 

“We know you’re in there bro!” Eijirou’s distinctive voice boomed, in a way only an alpha’s could. 

“You’re all over social media man!” Hanta yelled. 

“Yeah, you and a fucking hunk god damn! Where you been hiding him?” Denkis horney ass yelled not long after. 

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. He really did not have the energy to deal with all of them right now, he still had two day’s off for his heat and he fully intended on using both days to bond with his new mate. Alas, he started walking towards the door. Afraid the continued screaming and yelling would wake said mate. 

“Will you shut the fuck up!” He whisper-yelled after yanking the front door open. They all halted for only a second before basically running over him on the way into his apartment, uninvited he might add. 

“What the fuck, get out!” 

“No! We saw you!” Denki whined. 

“Yes, I heard you all through the door.” He answered, rolling his eyes. 

“Great, then you know why we’re here.” Mina pipped with a teasing smile. 

“Yeah man, I’m not one to care usually but what the fuck? How could you not tell us? I thought we were friends.” Hanta whined alongside Denki. 

“Clearly not,” he bit back with a smirk. 

“Fuck you,” Denki pouted, it was such and omega type of pout he almost felt bad himself. He huffed instead. 

“Bakubro, c’mon just tell us yeah? Or at least me,” as an alpha, he had really perfected the omega pout. It was honestly kind of impressive, not that he would ever tell the fucker that. It’s not like it ever worked on anyone else other than Mina anyways. 

“Hey! Way to throw us under the bus, we wanna know too!” She yelled. 

They started yelling and whining over each other, and he started to get nervous. Yes, he wanted his idiot of a pack to meet his new mate. Of-fucking-course he did, but right here and now was certainly not the time. An alpha waking up -after having spent a heat with whoever they were courting-, to an empathy bed, newly bitten mate nowhere to be found only to hear other, foreign people in they’re den, surrounding their new omega was not a good situation. And certainly not a good way to meet they’re new omegas pack in. 

Katsuki was starting to get nervous, he rarely got nervous but what he wanted most of all was for the meeting between Izuku and Eijirou to go well. Two Alphas in a pack was common, but the first impression was essential. Alphas were thick and hard minded, if they decided they didn’t like someone they stuck by that decision. Eijirou was only of Katsuki’s best friends, he was his pack, he didn’t want to lose him but if it came down to it he would choose his mate. He really did not want to make that choice however so his pack needed to shut the fuck up now and leave before they woke Izuku up. 

“Oi, will you all shut he fuck up!” He yelled, and to his honest surprise it worked. He did not think that was going to work, at all. He was fully prepared to beat someone's ass and physically kick someone out. Although when he got a closer look at his pack they saw that they were in fact not looking at him, they were looking beyond him. Dred filled him when he realized what- or rather who- they were looking at. Katsuki tilted his head back as well to see what had his bunch shut their mouth so obediently, even Denki was standing with eyes blown wide and mouth agape. 

There stood his mate, or rather the silhouette of him. Their bedroom was cast black behind him, the green haired man was standing with his elbow leaning against the doorframe to the room. His hair was tousled from sleep, canines protruding from his mouth -having still not shrank after the heatshare-, he only had a pair of sweatpants on and from how long they were hanging it seemed there was nothing underneath them. Black pubes could be seen sticking out and traveling up to his bellybutton. Fuck, now’s not the time Katsuki. He shook his head, forcing his thoughts away before looking back at his pack. They had seemed to snap out of it but none moved too much still, it actually seemed they had all moved to stand behind Eijirou slightly. Nothing anyone outside of their pack would even notice, they were cautious of the alpha behind Katsuki.

 The group only stiffened up even more when the green haired man started moving. He moved past Katsuki and the group slowly, as if he was stalking a prey and didn’t want to startel them to run away. Still the bigger man seemed relaxed, he was taller and bigger than Eijriou so his own alpha probably didn’t see him as much of a threat. Izuku moved ever so slowly, barely glancing at Katsukis pack as he went to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of black coffee and walked back. He moved to stand behind Katsuki again, extending to his full height, towering them all. From seeing Kirishima’s eyes it seemed they were both sizing each other up and Kastsuki got nervous that they were going to attack each other but then he felt something warm and wet touch his mark. 

A gasp slipped between his lips, putting the pack on edge even more. Tier attention now zeroing in on the new mark on his glans, something they apparently hadn’t noticed until now. Izuku started licking the mark again, just as he did last night. A big hand on his hip held him steady, he went lax in the other arms, leaning back on the man's chest. Katsuki, after a few moments looked to the side, seeing as Izuku stared right into Eijirous eyes, marking KAtsuki as his own in front of the other, making the clam as clear as can be. After a few nibbles and kisses in Katsuki’s neck he pulled back, gave the blond a soft and tender kiss on his lips before opening his mouth,

“Morning kit kat,” he mumbled in a rough and deep voice that could only be obtained after grunting, growling and moaning during sex for four days straight. Izuku then smirked, straightened his back once again and walked back into the bedroom. Closing the door after him, leaving Katsuki to take care of the utter chaos that erupterad seconds after. 

The asshole.

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Denki angst

After the war Denki’s scars stopped disappearing, they became permanent and tripled in amount.

During his second year, lichtenburg figures started appearing on his arms after high quirk usage. It wasn’t a problem in the beginning, he even thought they looked cool. Showed them off even. They usually disappeared within a day or two, he didn’t even notice when that timespan increased into a week. Or maybe he did but didn’t want to  acknowledge it, ignored the fact that his arms were throbbing.

The summer between second and third year the scars stopped fading. Permanent scars, every time he used more than 0.7 million voltage. Honestly he could probably make do with that. Get some scars, save some people, be a hero. That was his thought process, that’s why he didn’t bother with recovery girl. He was fine.

His arms started hurting more and more. He was nearly two months into his third year when he wanted to cry every time he lifted his arms. Aizawa had them training on upping their quirk limit, and Denki couldn’t even reach his usually most powerful attack, 1.3 million voltage without wanting to scream. It felt like his nerves were burning, like lighting and fire running up and down inside his arms. A pain he couldn’t see or touch, he wanted to claw at his arms, he wanted to rip his flesh and bleed. He wanted to see it, to know were the pain was coming from, to see the damage.

Aizawa seemed disappointed in him, he didn’t outright say it. But Denki saw it in his eyes, heard it between the lines when he scolded Denki. Every sigh when Denki nearly got up to 0.5 million voltage without tears welling up in his eyes. He must have looked pathetic to everyone.

Everyday now he looked himself up in his room and weeped he tried to be as quiet as possible, afraid Koda or Lida would hear him. Pain killers did nothing for his pain, everything he saw on Google that seemed like it would work had to be prescribed by a doctor.

Soon his arms were covered from the top of his fingers up to his armpits and down his chest.

The others in class tried seeking him out, he knew that. He wasn’t blind nor as stupid as people may think, he got the social cues. But it honestly took everything inside of him not to completely collapse everyday in class, and he could not keep that act up longer then a school day. Just the thought of being in the common room with the others make him fill up with anxiety.

One day he woke up with a fever of 40° C, he didn’t leave his bed at all the whole day. He could of easily if he wanted to, to at least get some food or water. But he had his water bottle from the day before and he simply didn’t want to get out of bed. His fever dragged on for another day and around the time class would have ended there was a knock at his door.

He could hear Shinsou’s voice through it. A soft, “Denki? You okay?”

He stared at the door, waiting to see if Shinsou would walk in. Denki didn’t know if he wanted him to walk away or open the door, and it felt so exhausting to move with mouth and tongue. He slowly blinked, unmoving from his bed.

“Denks? Aizawa said you were sick, I brought you some food,” food sounded good, it really did, but the thought of getting up and going through the process of acually eating sounded like hell. Having to put his arm muscles to use to cut the food, or just moving his hand up from the plate made him even more exhausted then he already was.

“Okay,” the voice behind his door sighed, “I’ll leave it outside if you want it.” The was a clink and then footsteps.

The weeks passed and eventually Denki could not move anymore. The pain was to great, he couldn’t get up out of bed. Not only were his arms on fire but now his hips and legs as well. The worst were his joins; his knees, hips, shoulders, elbows and neck. The pain hadn’t reached his feet, yet, and he couldn’t even feel his fingers anymore.

He stopped showing up to class all together and he could barely tell day and night apart. He slept when he felt like it, and he always felt like it.

Most from his class had tried to talk to him. Asked if he was okay, if he was sick again, if he’d eaten while they were in class. It got more aggressive as the days passed, people jiggling the door handle, pounding at the door to open up, threatens that Aizawa was furious at him.

Denki couldn’t bring himself to care, it felt like he was dying. He barely moved, the pain was numbling and tiering and felt drowsy from just breathing. He couldn’t tell what was going on even when Aizawa opened his door. He had a key probably, it made since. Obviously their teacher would have a key to all their dorms. Denki was to out of it to see his teachers face, to see how it changed from anger and frustration to scared and panicked. He didn’t see his classmates faces’ either. He missed Bakugou’s -once in a lifetime- utter terrified face, Kirishima right beside him, hand over his mouth. Midoriya’s tears were nothing new, but Shinsou’s was. He could see the purple of Shinsou’s hair, I could see everyone really but at the same time he didn’t. It was more like his brain couldn’t register them, could comprehend that there were people and sounds around him.

The pain that shredded through him suddenly was unbearable. He probably let out a horrid scream from the way everyone around him froze, it was quiet now he realized. Oh, right. Mina was yelling before, how could he not see Mina?

The pain was back a minute later, and it kept going this time. Somewhere in the back of him mind he realized he was moving. Aizawa was carrying him.

Denki woke up in the hospital, he had almost immediately gotten a scolding from recovery girl. His groggy brain slowly realized that he acually comprehend recovery girls scolding.

“Usually lichtenberg scars disappeared within 24 hours, but in your case it seems that the constant usage of your quirk has made them permanent. You should have come to me the second you saw these scars Kaminari…” he zoned out a bit, blinging at the short woman, her face twisted in irritation. She eventually took a breath and her features smoothed out.

“…it’s called neuropathic pain it comes from the nerves that transmit pain signals from the body to the brain. People often describe the pain as burning, stinging, or shooting. It may radiate from one area of the body to another and may be accompanied by numbness and tingling.” Seemed about right Denki concluded.

“There are two typical nerve medications to help with this thankfully. The first is called anticonvulsants. These medications were developed to control seizures, but they also help to blunt pain signals in the nerves. Several are in wide use for chronic pain. This is what I have put you on right now. The scars won’t disappear and you may still feel numbness and a shooting pain up and down your limbs.” The elder woman sighed again, looking at Denki with sad eyes.

“There is also antidepressants. Certain types of antidepressants also help to control nerve pain. They may have a synergistic effect in people who experience depression along with chronic pain. Chronic pain often causes depression, and depression can intensify a person's sensitivity to pain. However I cannot prescribe these to you outside of the hospital. I strongly advise you to go to a therapist my dear.”

Denki felt overwhelmed, like she had just stuffed his brain with a bunch of information. “You may experience some side effects of anticonvulsants, such as dizziness and drowsiness and in rare cases tremor, weight gain, gastrointestinal upset and rashes.” Oh god, Denki felt worse than before, if even possible. He let out an annoyed groan, his jaw still felt stitched shut.

“Yes yes, groan and moan all you want. This could have been much minor have you come earlier.” She scolded him yet again. Right then the door to his room opened, in stepped a tired Aizawa. One look at his student opened eyes and he seemed to relaxe, even if just a little bit.

“Ya’ scared everyone half to death kid.” He sighed, walking closer to recovery girl. Both on his right side of the bed. Denki simply hummed in response, Aizawa shot the woman a quick look to witch she sighed.

“The non verbal response has nothing to do with the medication Aizawa. Although I can imagine if he hasn’t talked in the four days he didn’t leave his room for, he has simply gotten used to not moving his jaw or tongue.” Four days? He had laid in bed for four days without moving? Jesus fuck.

Aizawa nodded and then looked back up at Denki, “Depending on how your recovery will go your future as a hero may very.” What?

“So long as the medication does it’s job without a much to big physical and/or mental backtrack then you can go forward as you see fit. But if you still have nerve pain to this point again I cannot let you purse a carrière as Pro Hero.” What the fuck.

Only a few minutes after half the class bursted through the doors. Recovery girl had to quiet them down with a hit with her cain before she and Aizawa stepped out.

“Fuck Denki are you okay?”

“You scared the shit out of us!”

“You looked like a fucking corpse spark plug!”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again!

“Kaminari you really should have told someone.”

“Denks how do you feel?”

They were all talking so fast and over each other, Denki could barely possess what they were saying. There was a second, five minutes into their ramping, when they all when quiet. Staring at him.

“Say something dunce face!” Bakugo I finally screamed, earring a scolding ‘Kacchan!’ from somewhere in the room.

“So-“ two letters in and he was already coughing at his dry and unused throat. “Haven’t ta’k’t in a w’ile.” They all stared for a second, Hanta and Eijirou almost immediately bursted into tears, hugging him on his bed.

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Angry love confession

"I don't get you Kacchan!" Izuku screams, frustration bubblig up inside of him. "God! I mean, y-you do these things. You scream at people when they talk badly about me, you punched Shindo when he tried to kiss me!"

Izuku turns around, facing Kacchan. He was standing by the doorway into Izuku's apartment still. The both of them were still a bit drunk probably but the greenette was sobering up very quickly. Kacchan looked shocked, mouth a bit agape.

"A-and then you talk to me like you hate me still! You ignore me for days on end. And then you hate people when you do the same to me!" The door was still wide open behind Kacchan, his neighbors could probably hear every single word.

"Say something!" Izuku finally screamed when his childhood friend didn't answer.

His and Kacchan's relationship has always been a disaster, ever since they were 3 their life's have been entangled. For better or for worse they have always been in each other's life's. Katsuki is the only person in Izuku's life who has ever pulled his strings like this- who has ever made him this mad- even so, he's the only one who has made him feel an overwhelming amount of happiness and bliss. No one could make Izuku sadder than Kacchan, but no one could lift Izuku as high.

"Look Deku, I just don' like when people talks shit 'bout ya," He sighed, stepping into the apartment more, closing the door behind him.

"No, don't do that! Don't undermine it, people don't just punch others for no reason!" He was breathing hard now, heaving even.

"He was forcing himself onto you, I just-"

"No he didn't!" Izuku interrupted. "I actually initiated the kiss Kacchan!"

"Fine, Deku! 'M sorry then, fuck!" The blond yelled, undoubtedly frustrated. "Can we just go to sleep? 'M tired 'n' to drunk for this shit". Kacchan took off his jacket and shoes, slumping in on himself and walking towards Izuku's bathroom.

The blond lived further away, train had stopped for the night, and was to drunk to drive, so Izuku -the dumbass he is- offered his sofa for the night.

"No! I wanna talk about this now!" The blond let out a loud groan, back toward Izuku now.

"Deku, seriously."

"I've been trying to be understanding, I have tried to see things your way, I have, really. But fuck I'm tired Kacchan, I-I can't do this anymore," Izuku's throat was closing up, like a big tennis ball stuck in his throat he can't swallow.

Kacchan turned abound, he looked shocked, afraid maybe but honestly Izuku was too tired to even try and confirm or deny.

"I'm done Kacchan, please," Izuku sighed, shoulders slumping.

Izuku tried walking by Kacchan and into his room, his plan was to probably just sleep for 12 hours, wake up and hope for Kacchan to leave on his own. And then after that, keep laying in bed until he felt like his bladders about to burst.

"Deku-" Katsuki grabbed onto his arm, more gently than expected. Izuku could easily rip his arm away but the stupid, delusional part of him didn't want to. If this was going to be the last time Kacchan's ever going to talk to him then Izuku would drag it out as long as he could.

"Look I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry. I'll stop, just don't- don't-"

"Don't what Kacchan? Stop talking to someone who gets set of the second someone talks to me?" He didn't even have the energy anymore to yell at his friend ex friend.

"I'll stop, okay? Just don't leave."

"Why?" Kacchan's mouth opened and closed the second after. "Why Kacchan, why are we even friends? You don't even like me!"

"Yes we are!"

"Well you sure as fuck don't act like it Kacchan!" Seems like his energy was building up again.

"I'm not good at expressing my fuckin' feelings Deku! You know that!"

"Yes Kacchan, I know. But I can't be friends with someone who punches someone and then can't tell me why!"

Silence spread through the apartment, defending.

"Why Kacchan!" Izuku was screaming at the top of his lungs. He hadn't ever screamed like this before in this life he thinks. "Why!"

"Wh-"

"Beacuse I'm in love with you!"