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“IN THE BEGINNING....(what?) HM? (what happened after the beginning?)... THAT’S FOR YOU TO DISCOVER.”
DENKI would be lying if he said he didn’t feel dread. It forms, deep and crawling in his gut and he’s sure that it will take hold of him and gut him out, starting with his important organs and finishing with over five feet of intestines to lump around.
Aizawa and Recovery Girl locked the door and closed the blinds. Bakugou is beside him, sitting on the same cold chair-table that Recovery Girl has them lay on when giving check-ups, his Blasty and makeshift group leader.
Its comforting to have a friend around.
Nedzu walks in last minute, huffing as he straightens. His impeccable dress clothes are the only thing that makes Denki feel somewhat calm, believe it or not. After everything they’ve been through their first year - kidnappings, villain attacks, puberty (still going through that by the way) and lots of family drama, on everyone’s end.
He looks at the small white bear-rat-mouse-thing and he feels calmer. Way too calm to be normal. The scent released is a Beta’s scent that smells of honeysuckle and cigars, tangy and musky and sweet and subtle, it’s a nice change from the scents that have been bombarding his nose ever since he presented last week during the Secondary Gender-Test. All the students have been eagerly awaiting results… but why did Bakugou and Denki have to be separate from the rest of the class?
It’s a Thursday night. The dorm curfew isn’t in effect for another couple hours and school’s over. The results are supposed to be given in Class tomorrow, and Denki can’t really think of any other reason they’re there, in Recovery Girl’s Office, besides that.
“ Did something go wrong with the test?” Denki thinks, “Do we need to retake it? They look nervous.” He glanced at Bakugou and smiled a bit to try to get the blond to smile or at least relax.
Bakugou wasn’t having it. He raised his lips in a snarl at the smile yet didn’t say a word when Denki leaned his head on his shoulder. “He seems…. docile… weird…” Bakugou isn’t docile, that entire word doesn’t fit with him.
(It doesn’t fit him, in his entirety of being. Bakugou is reckless but heroic and he’s rash and rude and he stands for what’s right and refuses to sit still and pretty and not charge head first into battle, ready for war.)
Denki shivers at the feeling of cold air on his skin, goosebumps rising and he can feel the pinprick of each individual blond hair rising from the drop in temperature. He looks to his teachers, immediately feeling dread pool at the bottom of his stomach like a weight.
Aizawa sighs. He looks completely serious, his yellow sleeping bag that makes him look like an oversized caterpillar has been forgoed on the floor, and the dark circles under his eyes remain there but they are overshadowed by the look in his eyes — Denki can’t quite understand that look. It seems important and yet proud or something.
Denki has never been good at reading people through their eyes. But that glint — It’s got him thinking. Something can’t be wrong with their tests if Aizawa looks as serious as this. Their Alpha teacher looked almost happy but it was overshadowed with grief or something and Denki thought maybe their tests were fine but they were like really, I don’t know, bad betas? Like a weak subtype? Was he using that word correctly? Probably not.
He could only really think that Bakugou would definitely be an Alpha. Denki was doomed to be a Beta, obviously , so — so far — Denki didn’t know what the actual fuck they were there for.
“Your results came back this morning.” Nedzu politely said, a little drawl on the last word as he walked toward the taller teenagers sitting down.
Well, if that wasn’t the most ominous fucking thing that Denki has ever heard in his life, he might as well just throw himself out the window if the entire talk was gonna go like this.
“Um, y-yeah? Is something wrong with them? Do we have to retake the test?” Denki spits out question after question, every word on his pretty pink lips come out and it takes Bakugou growling and slapping his own calloused hand over Denki’s for him to shut the fuck up.
“God you talk so much. ” Bakugou finally spoke, his voice was husky and deep and Kaminari had to realize that Bakugou hadn’t spoken in the entire they were there. “Let the man-rat fucker speak.” He says and motions for Nedzu to get on with it.
“Thank you, Bakugou.” Nedzu gives some semblance of a smile and Denki relaxed against Bakugou and Bakugou doesn’t complain.
“As I was saying your results came in today.” Nedzu says, “You don’t need to retake them. You’re fine, You’re Omegas. Although we have brought you in to say that we are going to—” He says, skipping over the most important part of the conversation as he continues t talk leaving the two blinds in front of him in shock.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Denki says at the same time as Bakugou says “Hold the fuck up.”
“You mean to say that we’re Omegas? In a No-Omega School?” Denki says on the brink of hysteria. And Bakugou not faring much better. His explosions leak off his palm with tiny booms and he’s pacing, standing up now, and honestly it’s creepy that he’s not yelling.
The scent of nitroglycerin was strong and something else, sugar and oranges? No, it wasn’t that. Sugared apples? Sour apples! Yeah but caramel? Caramel Apples… That smells really nice and Denki doesn’t exactly have a food or experience to put to the smell.
But fuck he needs to focus for a change — They. Are. Omegas!
“Holy shit — You’re gonna kick us out?” Bakugou erupts. “For being Omegas!? Fuck you.” He growls, all feral, baring his teeth and doesn’t back down at all when Recovery Girl shakes her head and Aizawa bares his teeth right back.
“Please don’t jump to conclusions, brats.” Aizawa says messaging his temple, hoping that by some God or Deity that he can get two of the most rowdy kids in his class to calm the fuck down .
Denki can smell his own scent — he likes it for the most part, it smells like… like rain? Like while it’s raining and it’s almost hints of something sweet too, but he doesn’t dwell on that because Bakugou is panicking and They’re trying to kick them out.
“I’m jumping. I’ve jumped. I’ve landed — You’re kicking us out because we’re Omegas and apparently we can’t be heroes.” Denki babbles as he stands next to the pacing Bakugou
It was highly recommended and encouraged and taught that Omegas couldn’t be heroes. Most kids that present before fourteen — it’s on their transcript, and most Hero schools in Japan purposely turn them away. If you present during your time at school? They have to know or will find out and you’ll most likely be kicked out.
Omegas are seen as weaklings, Denki thinks, They see us as weaklings, because we can make babies! So what? Beta Girls can make babies too, for the most part!
“You do realize you’d be kicking out one of your top students right? I’m pretty sure Blasty could take y’all on — possibly win!” Denki stammers, incredulous, because they’re kicking us out.
“No, no… Calm down! We aren’t kicking you out!” Aizawa says, “It’s the opposite actually, we want to keep you here under the guise that you’re both either Beta or Alpha.”
Denki won’t take chances, if it’s to subdue him or not, so he stands beside Bakugou, hands wrapped his body protectively with yellow sparks of Lightning caging around them.
Bakugou whispers under his breath, “You don’t need to fucking protect me — I don’t need help, turn off your quirk.” I’m not weak, is the unsaid message.
Denki huffs and at a normal tone he says, “It’s not you that needs protection.” And Bakugou turns toward him cocking a brow, “I know you can handle yourself but if worse comes to worse, I don’t want you killing people, Blasty.”
Bakugou smirks, “Damn right.”
Denki turns back to Aizawa, “Explain.” Aizawa raises a brow at his students bold tone but decidedly doesn’t push as he sees the fierce determination in Denki’s eyes.
Aizawa takes his chance, “Obviously we look over the secondary gender tests for a reason. Most of the Omegas that present in our school would be in lower classes like General Studies. But we look over the tests for the Hero Class. The future of our generation. We don’t want to kick you out. You are the first male omegas — two of the first Omegas to ever present in the Hero Class since… since me.” Aizawa finished.
Okay. Okay... There teacher has been posing as an Alpha for years and is apparently an Omega — not to mention (an Underground but still—) a Pro Hero.
Well, isn’t this day just full of surprises. Denki is half expecting a giant middle finger to just appear etched in the sky from clouds aimed directly at him.
“I believe that Omegas shouldn’t be kicked out. They should get the same opportunities and are heavily discouraged from doing so. The only people who know of your secondary gender besides me are Chiyo and Nedzu. I don’t want you to go because you’re both Omegas.” Aizawa says and Denki lowers his barrier of lighting strikes, slowly and steadily.
Bakugou keeps his guard up and Kaminari holds on close to Bakugou uniform jacket sleeve in case they need a getaway.
“Bakugou, you’re one of the smartest in the school. Your quirk is amazing and you’re one of my best students. Kaminari, you try your hardest every day. Extra studying, extra tests, just to prove you can do it. You’re both exceptional kids and we would like for you to stay.” Nedzu says, “However, you being Omega is taboo, and you are newly presented. Your heats will be on the rise soon, you need to pick another secondary gender as your cover. Many Alphas outside of this school can use your genders against you and Villains can too.”
“I don’t… I don’t understand… You want us to pretend to be Beta or Alpha…?” Denki asked, “You don’t want to kick us out?” Denki still hides half his body behind Bakugou, not taking chances, and Bakugou doesn’t seem to mind. It probably makes him happy that he is still seen as a protective and strong figure to Denki, even if he’s an Omega, now.
“No. We promise, we don’t want you gone. The Hero Society is flawed with its views on Omegas and Aizawa is one omega who went through the Hero Course and graduated. He’s an Underground hero but he is a Pro Hero, and he still saves lives, even as an Omega.” Recovery Girl says smoothly, releasing some of her scent to show she means no harm, it’s like hospital but fainter, not nauseatingly overpowering and it’s kinda like baby wipes.
Denki nods and tugs on Bakugou’s shirt, “B-Blasty, I trust them.” Bakugou hesitates. He lowers his stance but doesn’t stop growling, baring his teeth is a show of defiance but Aizawa doesn’t seem to dwell on it or judge.
“What do you want us to do?” Denki asked, his hand tightly bound to Bakugou’s shirt, scared to let go, scared that if he does, he’ll get thrown out.
“I want to train you both. You’re the only Omegas presented in your class, and I want to train you. You’ll learn to control parts of your body that can’t be used against you in Battle. Learn to stand up to Alpha commands and how to sense other genders around you with just a whiff of your nose.” Aizawa says and something in Denki is excited, happy. Although still nauseatingly scared and Denki is sure he’ll faint from all these emotions.
He starts to cry. A little. It’s small stray tears that leak unto Bakugou’s clothed shoulder and little whimpers that leave Denki.
“God this is embarrassing. Look at me — crying! Over something as stupid as this. God Blasty will think I’m weak and he won’t want to hang out with me! Ugh, I’m playing into the Omega stereotype, I’m not a weak bitch.” Denki looks up, his anger eyes flashing in the false lighting.
“You are both powerful.” Aizawa says, “You’re Omegas. So what? I believe you both have an incredible powers at your disposal that you just don’t know how to harness. You’re still learning more about your Quirks, pushing the breaks for them — This is just like that. I can help you.”
Denki sniffles, “Really?” He can feel his emotions building and flowing, burning and boiling, twisting and turning and he knows that Bakugou feels the same… No, Katsuki feels the same. And Aizawa grins, almost victorious and proud.
“Omegas shouldn’t be at the bottom. They should be standing side by side with the Alphas that said no. I’m proving that you can make it without anyone knowing. The question is, Can you do the same?” Aizawa asked and Katsuki smirks. Denki feels it burning and boiling like his quirks and it’s absolutely exhilarating how much he wants to use it.
“When do we start, sensei?” Is all his pretty pink lips say and Katsuki can feel all the rage boiling inside set to a low simmer and he focused on Denki.
Denki, who looked exhausted from the use of his quirk as a barrier and all the barrage of scents and emotions.
Denki, who trusted him to defeat his principal, nurse and homeroom teacher with no problem, and wasn’t worried for his safety because Denki believed in him.
“I’m taking him to his room.” Katsuki says as grabs Denki by his wrist to drag him out of the office.
Recovery girl says, “Here.” She hands out two pills. One dark blue, one fiery red. “The red means Alpha and Blue means Beta. These pills will disguise your scents to either seem more Alpha or Beta-like. To your classmates, and other teachers — they will only see that. No Omega. I can give you a steady supply and suppressants, you’ll need to experience your first heat though.” She says, her eyes empathetic and she whispers, “But we can discuss that on another day. You both must be exhausted after all this. Go to the dorms, get some rest. Those pills will take a lot out of you after you swallow them.”
Katsuki nods and takes both, shoving them in his uniform jacket pocket and proceeds to walk out of the room, dragging Denki behind him, without looking back.
“Take this.” Bakugou hands Denki the blue pill as he lays him on his bed, “It’s the Beta pill. You’re gonna have to act like one, Dunce Face.” He growls and Denki swallows the pill dry.
“You taken the Alpha pill?” Denki asked, groaning from the taste.
“Not yet.” Bakugou says, strangely keeping mostly quite.
“I don’t wanna be Omega.” Denki says, “Don’t wanna be oppressed and hated and all that.” He slurs, “Kinda wanna be normal.”
It smells like Denki in this room, like rain during a storm and something strangely like vanilla but not quite — not quite the violent storm and not quite the sweet scent of a plant. Something different, almost dangerous in a sense. You fear what you can’t understand — can’t control.
Bakugou thinks that’s how many will view him as he changes. His body will stay the same as the others grow in size. His body will grow curves and he’ll grow a bigger chest area. His scent glands will grow larger and his scent will become almost as a beckoning call to any Alpha around but…
He looks at Denki, who's already asleep. His deep blond hair covering half his face as he lightly snores into his pillow. It’s not even 7, he’ll likely miss dinner, but he’s sleeping so soundly that Bakugou doesn’t exactly want to wake him. The pill must take immediate effect because as quick as Denki’s scent had clouded around Bakugou, it turned into a gentle simmer, like a breeze in the wind. Just light enough to be a Beta scent, a faux-calm that only Beta can achieve.
… Denki will be with him, he supposed. He was an idiot, a stupid, stupid, idiot who wanted to get stronger and help others and Bakugou knew that Denki was a good friend, a good person. He doesn’t think he minds that this is the other Omega around him. He doesn’t think he minds at all.
And the pills should disguise any Omegan changes as Alpha changes. It can’t make him taller but it can slow down the unwanted changes toward his body and scent glands. They won’t be a noticeable change and soon, no one will even have a clue.
Bakugou swallows the red pill immediately, and leaves the room, closing the door behind him softly. Today took a lot out of him and stomping feels like overkill.
He can hear laughter from the common room, and the faint sounds of video games being played and he can’t help but want to be apart of it…
No. Those kids down there aren’t his friends. It’s dangerous to assume that they could be. All they’ll turn out to do is leave him to rot and the only person he could trust is…
His mind, against better judgement, thinks of Denki, the only person who knows what he is. The person at the moment, he trusts the most right now. It might not be trust, but a false sense of security and relief that only Denki can offer as the only person in this class who shares his secret.
He turns back around and opens Denki’s door. He’ll sleep there tonight. The pill makes him see spots and he doesn’t really mind much because the door closed behind him, the smell of a Storm That Isn’t fills his nose and he’s lights out before he can blink.
Waking up, is just a blur of events. It starts with Denki seeing his friend passed out near the foot of his bed, awkwardly as if he was kneeling on the floor and part of his body just fell onto the soft comforter.
He looks over at his alarm clock and sees the time and groans. It’s Friday. Shit — “Bakubro. Blasty. Kacchan. Katsuki. Wake up. ” He says as he throws a pillow at the other blond.
The blond awakes with a dreary blink of his eyes, a yawn, and a “Wha—?” And it’s honestly the cutest fucking thing that Denki has witnessed to date. But his scent is different, it’s more potent and defined than yesterday in a way only Alpha’s could be.
“Did you take the pill?”
Bakugou looks sleepy and then alert, “Yeah. Don’t get worked up DunceFace.”
Denki smiles, “I’m not don’t worry.” He yawns and flops back on his bed, he’s still in his uniform from yesterday, it’s wrinkled but wearable.
Bakugou is in the same boat, as well. He growled in response and Denki watched in mild fascination as Bakugou had to physically clamp his mouth down to stop the noise.
Denki smirked, “Trouble in Alpha Paradise?”
“Shut. Up. ”
“I can’t wait for the results——”
“I’m going to be an Alpha, I can feel it!”
“Ugh, I’ll probably be a boring Beta.”
“Can’t wait for this! I just can’t!”
The Class was buzzing with excitement and Aizawa stood just outside the entrance to the classroom door awaiting the arrival of the two blonds.
“Alpha.” Bakugou said, them turned into the classroom, stomping all the way.
Denki, poor soul, was left to explain that he had taken the Beta pill and Bakugou the Alpha. Aizawa nodded and walked into the classroom, Denki following closely behind.
“Alright, brats. I’m going to say the Alphas, then Betas. Okay?” He said and before any murmur of agreement he started, “Alphas are as follows: Midoriya, Iida, Aoyama, Uraraka, Mina, Kirishima, Shoji, Momo, Tokoyami, Todoroki, Ojiro, and Bakugou.”
He paused to breathe, looking at the rest of the class.
“Betas are as follows: Sero, Hagakure, Tsuyu, Koda, Jirou, Shinsou, Sato, and Kaminari.” He said and watched as many of his students breathed sighs of relief and cheered.
“No Omegas.” He says, his eyes not giving anything away, refusing to look at Denki or Katsuki, and instead looking dead ahead at his entire class. “You may all talk amongst yourselves while I nap. Prepare for your classes — I know Midnight has a test today.”
“Thank god there’s no Omegas, man.” He hears Sero sigh in relief.
“I know right? No offense, but they’d get seriously hurt.” He hears someone else chime — he thinks it’s Tail Guy — Oji? Ojiro, was it?
“I can’t imagine an Omega in this class. If it was one of us… It’d kill me. I mean — what if they got hurt? Or raped? Or a villain took them? Like they took Bakugou? Oh god, It's absolutely horrifying.” He hears Round Face chime in.
All Bakugou could hear was, What if an Omega dared to be here? If an Omega was one of us? That’d be an embarrassment. It'd be cruel to give them hope to be here. If they got hurt or raped? No more baby makers for us. If they got kidnapped like that weakling Bakugou, It’s probably the end for Hero society. It’s absolutely horrifying.
Bakugou clenched his fists underneath his table, leaving red fingernail marks in his palms, and he resisted the urge to scream. He could hear their whispers about Omega kind — His kind.
Deku was an Alpha? Shitty Deku? The coward who followed him around as a child? The weakling who begged to stand by Katsuki’s side? To fight with him?
God no. Oh dear god, please no. He begged as he heard congrats being spoken about newly acquired Alpha statuses and Deku cheerily talking about how glad he is.
And he almost threw up when Sero and Kirishima walked up to congratulate their friend on becoming an Alpha that he wasn’t. A title he couldn’t claim because it was a lie. (A lie, and he wanted to burn because he hated liars and he hated being a hypocrite).
Excusing himself to Aizawa as he walked by him and went to the bathroom.
He stomped on the ground, leaving a trail of anger and hatred and fear and pain as he went to the bathroom, locking the door and proceeding to back against the door to cry.
Not a word.
Don’t make a peep.
“. . . Katsuki?”
Katsuki stands up to let the blond, Denki, in.
(He’s letting someone in, again — someone who understands, someone who doesn’t think he’s weak)
He quietly cried while Denki wrapped his smaller arms around the male. Because he was the omega. He, was the weakling. He would always be one step behind shitty useless fucking Deku. He would never compare to the idiocy that he held. Deku, was the chosen one. The one who would win it all, the underdog.
“It’s not fair. It’s not… It’s not fair.” He repeated, sobbing and hiccuping through his words and Denki nodded his head and shushed Bakugou like he was a baby to cradle and hug, and Bakugou almost pushed Denki away but it felt nice and he melted in his arms almost instantly.
He looks up to hold Bakugou’s face. Each hand on his cheeks, smushed them together.
“It’s alright. It’s alright. It’s not fair — but we’ll make them see that we’re going to be heroes! We’re going to be the best damn heroes this schools ever seen.” He says urgently and without question the most confidence, looking Bakugou in the eyes while he says it.
Bakugou was sick of it.
So sick in fact, that he punched the wall, and the tiles underneath his now bloody fist cracked. He growled, if Deku thought he could be ahead of Katsuki? If he was better than him now? He’d show him.
Katsuki may be a damned baby making fucking Omega — but he was gonna be the first damned baby making Omega to be Number One. And he was gonna do so, with a smile on his face and kicking Deku into the dirt.
… Maybe he’d bring Denki with him to the top. (He thinks as Denki and him sway in their one-sided hug but reciprocated feelings, both wanting to feel like more, to feel like they can be more than want society wants, to be better than those who think otherwise.)
— However, he would have to settle for Number Two Pro. Or, Three — Kirishima nor Todoroki’s powers are powerful. Deku can’t beat Todoroki, yet. Maybe he could to Kirishima. But Deku would never beat him. Denki could probably take Kirishima, but when he’s able to beat Todoroki? Oh, that’ll be fun to watch.
Bakugou will make sure of that by training harder. He’ll let Aizawa have his fun and try to topple society’s standards and rules and unspoken and unwritten laws — but he’ll make sure he gets his way. He’ll make sure Denki gets his way too.
The Omegas will rise with the tide and the Alphas will fall like waves, underneath them. And Denki will be with him, the blond is nothing if not loyal to a fault — same as Katsuki. They know each other’s secret now. There’s no turning back.
They’re gonna do this together, whether they’re aware of it or not, This can only end one way.
With Omegas at the top, and the Alphas having to watch in silent horror as the people they hate, despite and force to be their baby making slaves and their own personal sex toys — stand right beside them, as Equals.
Equals. Or as Kings. Either or is fine with Katsuki.
Bakugou backs up, to see Denki’s eyes flash a dangerous golden amber that looks ready to kill and maim and to take back their rights and their lives. He sees an ocean made of lightning and power full of Omega. And somewhere deep in his cold, dark, evil, shriveled, heart… he feels happy.
Denki will be a powerful force to be reckoned with. And so will he. Together they’ll take the Alpha world by storm.
(Katsuki doesn’t realize yet but Denki is thinking the exact same as him)