Just Another Graceless Night

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia (Anime & Manga)
Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada
Hizashi | Present Mic, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya
Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada
Hizashi | Present Mic, Ashido Mina, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka,
Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou,
Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu
Additional Tags: all pairings except shinkami are secondary, shinkami, Alpha/Beta/Omega
Dynamics, Humor, Sexual Humor, Fluff, Knotting, Established
Relationship, Omega!Denki, Alpha!Hitoshi, Mating Cycles/In Heat,
Omega Verse, Mpreg, no beta we die like men, Pet Names, erasermic,
absolutely whipped!hitoshi, Body Worship, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and
Humor, i hate angst with a burning passion, degradation kink,
Communication, Anal Sex
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-06-25 Completed: 2023-08-29 Words: 22,427 Chapters:
4/4
 Just Another Graceless Night
by ObfuscateThem

Summary

His cheeks are flushed - likely from the alcohol - and his manner is haphazard (and kind of
adorable if Hitoshi is being honest) (okay a lot adorable).
“Hey ‘Toshi!” Denki giggles. He reaches around Hitoshi and pulls him close, the smell
intensifies and Hitoshi’s brain goes a little fuzzy.
“Denki…” The origin of the scent suddenly hits him. “Denks are you in heat?”

(Or Denki goes into heat at a party and Hitoshi has to do something about it)

Notes

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 Chapter 1
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Music pounds through the floor, thick like molasses and reverberating against Hitoshi’s
bones. It’s cheap sounding and the kind of tune that is so addictively danceable that even
Hitoshi finds himself tapping his foot along. He discovered earlier that the playlist was
curated by Mina, as if he couldn’t guess so from the extroverted, rhythmic beat it exuded.
Literally if Mina was a sound this would be it. To be fair, she and Eijirou did have their emo
middle school moment (featuring a lot of Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance, he’s
heard).

Hitoshi doesn’t know a lot about what graduation parties are supposed to look like (if they’re
supposed to look like anything at all), but he’d imagined a more formal occasion, rather than
the raging disco his introverted ass has found himself dragged into. The air is thick with
pheromones, heightened in the small basement of someone’s parents house, and the fact that
scent inhibitors weren’t required anymore by the school (since they were no longer students
of it, of course).

He hasn’t seen Denki much since they’d arrived, whisked off by Mina or Sero most likely,
probably seeing who could do the most shots in the smallest amount of time with the dodgiest
substances. Hitoshi does love him though. Quite a lot, honestly. But that doesn’t mean he
isn’t anxious without his boyfriend of almost a year around. How the time has flown! It
seems like only yesterday that Hitoshi had been wrapped around Denki’s slender little finger,
caught like a fly in the blond’s irresistible web (Aizawa had warned him about blonds and
their power - clearly he hadn’t been listening). It was an unusual sensation, to be so at the
whims of another, when Hitoshi was usually the one controlling others. Not uncomfortable,
just different.

Denki had sat tight beside Hitoshi during the graduation ceremony earlier in the day, hand
slyly resting on Hitoshi’s thigh and making him sweat throughout the whole thing. You’d
think Hitoshi would be more comfortable with the omega after dating for so long, but
physical touch wasn’t exactly his forte. It had been a reasonably dull occasion, the same
bright kids swiping up all the awards and dreary monotone speeches making up a majority of
the ceremony.

The only vaguely interesting moment was when Aizawa had fallen asleep during Principle
Nezu’s oratory (about what Hitoshi couldn’t remember whatsoever), Hitoshi’s adoptive father
almost slipping off the seat if not for Present Mic catching him an inch off the ground. The
best bit was that Cementoss had also tried to stop the fall, throwing up a chunk of cement
which succeeded in slamming directly into both Aizawa’s face and Nezu’s legs
simultaneously. Admittedly, if Nezu hadn’t stepped back at the exact moment Mic reached
for the insomniac, it might have worked. Either way, it led to a mildly entertaining
performance.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hitoshi sees Shouto hopelessly flirting with an irritatingly
oblivious Izuku. It’s almost laughable how unaware the kid is, sure he may be academically
smart but that doesn’t mean his social skills are up to par. Shinsou chuckles softly as yet
another obvious playful comment goes over Izuku’s head, though the half’n’half’s delivery is
lacking from how visibly nervous he looks. The guy could use a drink. Hitoshi scans the
crowd of inebriated teenagers, looks away quickly when he sees Momo with her hands up
Kyouka’s skirt, and then notices a new scent in the air.

It’s sweet and nostalgic, like he’s smelled it before. It reminds him of when Denki first kissed
him, up against the bookshelves at UA’s library.

It had been late, Hitoshi had escaped his dorm room and fled to the fiction he could absorb
himself in. Insomnia was a bitch, and particularly common with quirks involving the mind;
unfortunately he was no exception. It was near the end of second year, and that combined
with stress from upcoming exams was becoming too much for him. He wasn’t sure how
Denki had found him (actually Hitoshi barely went anywhere other than the library, so it
wouldn’t have been difficult), but the next thing he knew their mouths were smashed together
between Hero History For Dummies and the SciFi section.

They were breathless when they parted, Denki grinning, Hitoshi both in shock and horribly
turned on.

“Mina told me that you liked me back,” Denki breathed.

Hitoshi’s mouth gaped emptily as he tried to form coherent sentences. “She– how?”

“With words, dumbass,” he laughed. Hitoshi couldn’t comprehend the fact that his secret had
been found out. He was sure he hadn’t told anyone, it didn’t make sense.

“How did she know?”

Denki shrugged. “Well it worked out, didn’t it?”

Hitoshi didn’t know how to reply, because yes this was exactly what he wanted, but his brain
was still several steps behind.

“Wait– you,” he gestured wildly between them. He swallowed. “That implies that you like me
too.”

“Yep! Have for a while now, you’re way more attractive than you seem to think.”

And, wow, that was news. Hitoshi? Attractive? All he saw were horrible dark circles beneath
his eyes and a shapeless torso from spending more time working his mind than his muscles.

“I’m really sorry for kissing you without asking first, but I thought you might be okay with it.
Maybe. Are you?” Denki asked, brows suddenly furrowed, hands brought back to himself.
The purple haired man nodded. Denki immediately relaxed. Hitoshi wanted to take the
omega’s hands in his and hold him close. He’d wanted a lot of things to do with him since
they met. And so he pulled him back to his lips and kissed him again.

He sets down the glass of something Mina had enthusiastically shoved into his unwilling
hands and follows the aroma. It’s difficult to discern between the many sweaty bodies but
eventually he ends up at the other side of the basement and finds his boyfriend surrounded by
Alphas. Panic spikes through him - what are they doing with his omega? But then he realises
that the group is made up of fellow classmates, friends, and they don’t seem predatory, just
curious about the scent, in a subconscious sort of way. Like they all just unknowingly
gravitated closer and started up a conversation with Denki without noticing anything unusual.
He takes a breath and calms his racing heart. Wait - why is Denki releasing such a strong
scent? His heart picks up speed again and he pushes through the crowd to Denki.

His cheeks are flushed - likely from the alcohol - and his manner is haphazard (and kind of
adorable if Hitoshi is being honest) (okay a lot adorable). He’s wearing some really short
shorts with a cropped hoodie and his usual black choker that highlights his elegant, biteable
neck. Hitoshi grabs his hand and pulls him up to standing, steadying him as he wobbles
slightly.

“Hey ‘Toshi!” Denki giggles. He reaches around Hitoshi and pulls him close, the smell
intensifies and Hitoshi’s brain goes a little fuzzy.

“Denki…” The origin of the scent suddenly hits him. “Denks are you in heat?” He whispers
the last line, eyes flicking around the room, praying no one else has realised. Denki’s eyes go
wide, like even he hadn’t known.

“Oh!” He appears to sober up slightly. “I must be. I thought I’d just drunk too much.”

Hitoshi grabs him by the waist and slowly leads him away from the crowd. The flashing
lights in shades of magenta and lime are messing with his vision and he feels overwhelmed
by the whole situation. His boyfriend is in heat? And in the middle of a party?

“I thought you were on suppressants?” Hitoshi murmurs, lips close to Denki’s ears. He senses
the omega shiver at his words.

“I kind of… stopped taking them?” He phrases it like a question and Hitoshi is dying.

The alpha internally face palms. “And you didn’t think to tell me?” An exasperated tone is
sneaking into his voice as he weaves the pair through the masses of people. Denki’s cheeks
are red and he’s very warm.

“I was just sick of having to use them all the time,” he whines.

“It’s a school requirement, Denks,” Hitoshi reminds him. But then again, they’d just
graduated.
“Yeah, well, we’re not at school anymore,” Denki says, voicing the thought. “And besides,
the side effects are so annoying! And I get them really bad!” he complains.
It was true, and Hitoshi knew it. Denki had been especially prone to bouts of nausea, and
using his quirk excessively hadn’t helped. There had been days where he couldn’t go to class
because he was so dizzy and felt like he was going to faint if he stood up. He didn’t blame
Denki for going off them as soon as possible, but he could have told him at the very least so
they might have prepared for this sort of situation in advance.

“Are you okay?”

Hitoshi looks up at Ochako standing in front of them. Denki is hanging off his side and they
both look flushed. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her concern is evident.
“Yeah we’re totally fine!” Denki says, waving his hands in a reassuring motion but looking
even more dopey. Ochako sniffs the air and lets out a small gasp.
“Denki! You’re in heat!” she whispers.

Hitoshi shushes her quickly. Ochako was an alpha as well and could detect the stench of
omega in heat easily, although it appeared many of the other alpha’s in the room didn’t
recognise the smell, seeing as heats hadn’t been a thing when everyone was on suppressants.

“I know!” Denki whispers as well, though it is more of a stage whisper, trying to compete
with the pumping music all around. “Hot stuff here is trying to get us out.”
Hitoshi fails to prevent the blush forming on his cheeks at the statement. Ochako gives the
alpha a look. “Will you be alright? You gotta be careful about your rut as well.”
Hitoshi blinks. He hadn’t thought about that. “We’ll be okay.”

Ochako offers him a smile and points behind them. “I have to find Tsu now, but the back door
is over there! Good luck,” she says with a wink. Denki giggles and Hitoshi’s face is nearing
traffic-light red.

“Thanks,” Hitoshi mumbles, grabbing Denki’s slim, bare waist. He’s allowed to be a little
possessive, he’s his boyfriend after all. They manage to stumble out the door, Denki only
getting slightly handsy.

“Calm down, Denks,” the alpha mutters. He can’t stop moving or Denki’s clothes would
come off faster than Denki’s brain cells leave when he uses his electricity. The cold night air
is refreshing but the omega feels like a furnace in his arms. Denki tries to get rid of his
hoodie but he isn’t wearing anything underneath and Hitoshi isn’t sure he can deal with that
right now.

“Hold on, just keep it on for a bit longer,” Hitoshi says, taking Denki’s hands in his. The
scent is overpowering and it’s taking all his focus to control the way his body and mind are
trying to react. He doesn’t actually know where they are, whoever’s house they were at is
somewhere he didn’t usually go and the only semblance of direction is some city lights in the
distance and a single street light above them.

“I’m so hot ‘Toshi, I think I need to take off your clothes,” Denki says, swaying next to him,
hand clammy and burning in his.
Hitoshi laughs despite himself. “It doesn’t work like that, idiot.”

“Mmm, wish it did though.” There’s a glint in Denki’s lidded eyes that makes Hitoshi want to
scream. His boyfriend is so hot and for what? Hitoshi is absolutely whipped and he can’t
even deny it convincingly.

“Where do we go from here?” Hitoshi asks, though he doesn’t really expect Denki to
respond, let alone have an answer. What would his dads tell him to do in this situation? What
is he going to do when it’s the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere and he has an
omega in heat on his hands?

When Denki had first kissed him that day in the library, he had no idea what would happen
afterward. It turned out to be quite simple, they’d become boyfriends (although it had taken a
lot of miscommunications and many make out sessions before Hitoshi actually realised this).
From there, the whole class had eventually found out despite Hitoshi struggling to keep it on
the downlow. He’d been given several shovel talks, all of which were a little scary if he were
being honest. Mina’s cheery smile had remained on her face throughout her speech about
how if he hurt Denki she would skin Hitoshi’s dick while he was conscious and it made the
experience all the more unnerving. Hitoshi could be sure that if he ever broke Denki’s heart
he would have a lot of angry, vengeful heroes on his back, and he knew no one would ever
find his body afterwards.

As soon as all of 3A knew about his relationship status, word spread to his dads, first Aizawa,
then Hizashi. When he arrived home after managing to avoid their wrath for all of one day,
the interrogation began.

“Which one is the victim?” Aizawa began. They were sitting around the kitchen table, Eri
thankfully in bed, and Hitoshi sitting across from his parents like he was attending an
interview.

“Victim? This isn’t a murder, old man,” Hitoshi scoffed.

“Hey! Don’t speak to your dad like that,” Hizashi said. “But really, who is it?” He was
sitting, rapt, at the edge of his seat.

Hitoshi rolled his eyes. As if he was going to tell them who he was dating.

“Answer the question, Hitoshi,” Aizawa narrowed his eyes. Hitoshi caved.

“Denki…” he mumbled.

“Hmm? What was that? Speak up for your old deaf father,” Hizashi prompted, pointing to the
hearing aids he so gracefully wore.

“It’s Denki!” Hitoshi exclaimed, louder than he intended.

Aizawa groaned and Hizashi pumped his fist in the air. “Not another loud blond,” the alpha
grumbled.
“I knew it! We’re irresistible! Just ask your dad!” Hizashi hollered.

“I regret it every day,” Aizawa said, the sarcasm not lost on Hitoshi.

“Yeah, yeah, you know you love me,” his husband dismissed the comment with a wave. “So
when do we get to officially meet him as your boyfriend?”

“We don’t need to do that, you already know him from class,” Hitoshi pointed out hastily.
Surely they were familiar enough with the omega that an introduction wasn’t needed.

“No, we would very much like to get to know him better,” Aizawa definitively said.

“I thought you were against loud blonds?” Hizashi teased.

“I need to see what my son is getting into,” he replied.

And so, the next Saturday night Denki was invited over for a family dinner. It was a struggle
trying to reassure Denki that he was fine and they would love him, no matter how
intimidating they may seem (well, that mostly applied to the quirk erasing hero, apart from
being loud there wasn’t an intimidating bone in Hizashi’s body). It took the omega over an
hour to decide on what to wear, even with Hitoshi insisting he looked good in every outfit
(actually, that may have been part of the reason it took so long, Denki couldn’t keep his hands
off of him).

“I don’t want to look too slutty,” Denki said, trying to decide between wearing fishnets or a
mesh shirt.

“That might be a problem,” Hitoshi commented.

Denki gasped loudly, turning to face his boyfriend with a hand on his chest. “Are you, slut
shaming me?” he said theatrically.

“Yes.”

“The horror.”

“Hmm.”

Hitoshi picked Denki up from his house (not without having to wait for a shouting match to
finish) and let him collect himself before going to his parent’s house. They arrived and were
greeted with an enthusiastic Hizashi and a small wave from Eri.

“Hi, Mr Yamada!” Denki greeted him, shaking Hizashi’s hand with vigour.

“Just call me Hizashi, kid,” the pro hero laughed, and brought them inside where Aizawa met
them. The teachers’ house was modest and a little cluttered with random decor, but it had the
air of a warm, well loved home that was inviting. There was a delicious savoury aroma in the
air and Hizashi quickly returned to the kitchen to tend to whatever he’d been preparing for
dinner. Aizawa welcomed Denki and Shinsou and they sat on a set of mauve sofas in the
lounge.

“Not my choice of colour,” Aizawa admitted.

“Hey!” Hizashi shouted from the kitchen. “Don’t diss my furniture selection!”

“I would never say anything of the sort.”

Hizashi huffed.

Aizawa turned to the pair sitting across from him and gave them a speculative stare. “When
did this happen?”

“You’re making it sound like I’ve committed a crime,” Hitoshi frowned. He could smell the
nerves on Denki, though the omega appeared nonchalant. “I’ve already been interrogated
enough, haven’t I?”

Aizawa lifted an eyebrow. “I’m just curious as to what my student sees in you.”

“The shade!” Denki whispered and Hitoshi tried not to laugh, no matter how bruised his ego
was becoming. He knew Aizawa wasn’t as sceptical about their relationship as he was
pretending to be, but the flat tone he spoke with was misleading.

“When did this–” the alpha gestured to the pair of them, “–become a thing?”

“Do we need to go through all this?” Hitoshi sighed in exasperation.

“About a month ago!” Denki piped up. Both alphas turned to him. “But I liked him way
before that, I just thought he was really hot–” Hitoshi flushed and he looked away pointedly.
“Um, I mean intelligent? Like he’s really smart? And, you know, he always goes to the
library…”

Hizashi entered the room at that moment, saving him from the trainwreck of a sentence he’d
walked into. “Dinner’s ready!”

Denki stood up quickly and Hitoshi showed him through to the table where Eri was setting
out plates, hearing Aizawa chuckle behind them as they left.

A lasagne was brought out and Hizashi gave them an in depth commentary on the process,
and how he’d perfected the recipe (Aizawa cut in and told them how many burnt ones he’d
had the pleasure of eating as well). Denki told them how much he liked western food and
Hizashi was clearly won over.

During the meal, Eri leaned over and whispered into Hitoshi’s ear. “Why is one of your
classmates having dinner with us?”

Aizawa heard and let out a bark of laughter, “You didn’t tell her?”

“Um, no? I thought you’d already talked about it?” Hitoshi questioned, confused.
“I’m Hitoshi’s boyfriend,” Denki grinned and Eri let out an ‘oh!’ of surprise. She moved
closer to Denki and asked in a hushed voice, “Do you kiss? Like my dads?”

Denki giggled and whispered back, “Sometimes!” He raised a finger to his lips and shushed
softly.

“Speaking of,” Aizawa said loudly. “We need to talk about you two being safe.” The
implications of the words drew out a horrified reaction from both teenagers.

“Wait no–” Hitoshi spluttered, and Denki choked on the water he’d been drinking.

Hizashi laughed at both of them and placed a hand on his husband's arm. “They’ve only just
started dating, I think we can hold off on that conversation for a bit longer.”
A breath of relief came from the young alpha and omega.

“If he gets knocked up–”

“Dad!”

Aizawa raised his hands in defeat. “Okay! Just don’t get him pregnant.”

Hitoshi sunk into his chair and groaned, hands covering his burning face, while Denki stared
red-faced into his lap. Eri looked around in perplexment.

“Who wants dessert?”

Hitoshi’s hand is ridiculously sticky from holding his boyfriend’s, sweat is dripping off
Denki’s brow and he’s shining under the distant lights like a star. The omega’s pheromones
are so intense now that Hitoshi has to hold his nose to keep the stench out. It’s exquisite
though, and difficult to not want to drench himself in the scent of honey and nectarines (it
smells a little like throat lozenges as well, but in a good way).

“We nearly there?” Denki slurs, like his throat is coated in syrup.

“I don’t know,” Hitoshi answers truthfully. They’re walking to the lit up signs, he can make
out a gas station and a few hotels, but where in the city they are he has no idea. He mentally
berates himself for not paying attention when Izuku had driven him here.

“It’s really hot ‘Toshi, I think I might be dying.” And shit, those words killed Hitoshi a little
bit. His sole responsibility as an alpha was looking after Denki right now and he couldn’t
even do that right.

“We should make out, probably,” Denki grins, and Hitoshi doesn’t feel quite as bad. Denki’s
hands are sliding up his boyfriend’s torso and he’s still trying to keep the scent out because if
he goes into a rut right there he won’t be helping either of them.

“No, we need to go home,” Hitoshi sighs, watching the omega pout. It’s not like he doesn’t
want to, he just really shouldn’t. Like, even if Denki’s lips look utterly delectable he
shouldn’t. But they’re right there and Hitoshi’s a weak man. He takes Denki by the back of
his neck and presses a kiss to that perfect mouth.

“That good enough?” Hitoshi asks when they part. He’s breathing heavier now, inhaling the
smell of an omega heat that drowns out his other senses.

Denki shakes his head. “More.”

Hitoshi’s head spins and he wants to pounce on his boyfriend in the middle of an empty street
outside the rows of dark houses. No one would know…

The purple-haired man whips his head away from Denki and breathes in the cool night air,
blinking away the animalistic symptoms that are threatening to overwhelm him. Denki’s
whining and whimpering like a wounded animal but Hitoshi blocks his nose again and takes
his hand, leading him away. The blond tries to nuzzle into Hitoshi’s chest but it’s difficult
when Hitoshi is doing his best to walk quickly, to get them somewhere where they can deal
with whatever this was.

“Hitoshi,” Denki mewls, rubbing his face into Hitoshi’s jacket (which is stifling him, it's so
warm - or maybe he’s just nearing his limit). “Stop walking, I need you.”

Hitoshi can feel his body giving in but he hasn’t spent so long strengthening his mind to just
let it take over now.

“Soon,” he says. “I promise.” He doesn’t know what he’s promising, he just needs Denki to
bear with him a little longer. The implications hit him full force and he wants to regret saying
those words. But he’s not sure he does (regret it, that is).

Denki takes his hand and brings it to his mouth. He kisses the tips of Hitoshi’s fingers and
Hitoshi inhales sharply.

“No – Denki!” He panics as Denki licks the digits and tries to pull his hand away without
success.

“You taste really good,” the omega drawls.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen and the gravity of the situation becomes apparent. His fingers disappear
inside his boyfriend’s mouth. “Denki - stop!” he hisses. “I’m going to rut if you keep doing
that.”

Denki’s pupils are dilated and he hums around the alpha’s fingers.

“Fuck - please let go,” Hitoshi pleads. “It’s just your heat, it’ll be okay. You need to let me
help you, Denks.”

His fingers are relinquished by a frustrated omega and he sighs in relief.

“You’re going to help me? Right?” Denki asks, puppy eyes taking full effect.

“I–” Hitoshi doesn’t know what he’s going to do. “You don’t mean…”
“Yes.” And Denki looks so adamant that Hitoshi almost gives in.

“I can’t – it’s your first heat in years Denki! We can’t–” He feels like he might tear up from
exasperation. What happened to the calm, collected Hitoshi?

“But otherwise it’ll last for days ‘Toshi!” Denki cries.

Hitoshi can feel the burning heat radiating from the smaller man, or maybe that’s his own
skin. They really shouldn’t… But if it helps his boyfriend then what’s the worst that could
happen?

He should call his dads and get them to pick the pair up. Sure, it would be an awkward
situation, but otherwise they’d have to find some sort of heat hotel to hole up in until Denki
recovers. He searches his pockets and finds he has his cellphone and wallet on him. He pulls
out his phone and tries to turn it on but it’s dead. He can’t believe it - he never lets his phone
run out of battery. But then he remembers how he let Denki play video games on it
throughout the graduation ceremony, of course on the one night when he needed it the most.

“Denks can I use your phone for a second?” Hitoshi asks. Hopefully Denki has at least one of
his dads’ numbers saved. The omega pats down his shorts but finds nothing.

“Oh, I don’t have any pockets.”

“So where is your phone?” It’s unmissable, bright yellow with numerous stickers and
keychains hanging off of it, and everytime Denki brings it out you can hear the jangling. (A
feature that means he gets caught whenever he tries to use it in class, much to his
disappointment.)

“I don’t know. I can’t really think right now, it makes me feel dizzy,” Denki says.

“Fuck.” The alpha still has his credit card and a few notes in his wallet though, so in the
worst case scenario they can pay to stay the night somewhere. Hitoshi grabs Denki’s waist so
he can walk properly and peers at the neon signs in front of them. He can see a heat hotel on
the next block of mostly dim shops. Hitoshi knows it’ll be open, they have to be, to
accommodate the unpredictable needs of omegas in heat. He makes a decision at that moment
and directs Denki towards it.

Walking inside a heat hotel is nothing like Hitoshi had ever experienced. Sure, that may seem
dramatic, but it’s the truth. The air is incredibly thick with pheromones and he feels like he
might throw up at any given moment. There’s a tired looking beta manning the reception, and
she barely looks up when they enter. Denki droops off Hitoshi’s shoulder, arms clutched
around his neck possessively, as though the beta might swoop in and steal his alpha at any
moment. When she sees Hitoshi’s distressed face she picks up a key to one of the rooms and
hands it to Hitsoshi.

“How old are you two?” she asks before letting him take it.

“Oh - eighteen?” Hitoshi replies. It’s not a lie but he still feels guilty for some reason.
 “Second door on your left is free. You can pay later,” she says yawning, then resumes her
position at the desk.

“Er, thank you,” Hitoshi says, taking it tenderly and trying to ignore the sounds emanating
through the barely soundproofed rooms.

Denki bites his lip and turns to Hitoshi before they even get to the door. “Are you ready for
your mind to be blown?” Hitoshi can see how red his face is under the hallway lights, the
sheen of sweat on his skin. It’s intoxicating.

“I think it’s the heat talking,” Hitoshi breathes.

“What are you talking about? I’m always this sexy,” Denki grins and whispers into his ear.
“You’re not prepared, baby.” Hitoshi shudders and lets his eyes flutter closed. He really isn’t.

“I mean, you’re not wrong,” Hitoshi admits. Denki is a piece of art to him, bright and
constantly glowing like a firefly.

“Mmm, I think you need to kiss me now.” The omega runs his hands through Hitoshi’s purple
locks and pulls him towards the door which he dutifully unlocks.

“That’s a horrible idea,” Hitoshi smiles.

Chapter End Notes

Alright I'm going to be entirely honest, I wrote the entirety of what I have for this fic last
year and am not sure if I'll finish it or not. There are four chapters which can be read
alone, so I will post those but will see what happens with the rest depending on
engagement :)
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

Here we go-

The minute Denki has Hitoshi inside the room he pounces on him, relentless and frenzied.
Hitoshi can barely lock the door and catch his breath before Denki is trying to pull his shirt
off, hands exploring Hitoshi’s torso furiously. He presses himself against Hitoshi, pushing his
body so close the alpha almost falls backwards onto the double bed the hotel kindly supplied
them with. The room is small and only has a bed and a table, the bland curtains already
drawn.

“Woah, Denks, slow down,” Hitoshi gasps as Denki slides his hand down the alpha’s jeans.
Hitoshi grabs the omega’s hands and holds them firmly. There’s an obvious tent in the
blond’s shorts (how long has that been there?), and Hitoshi is sure he probably looks similar,
but he’s trying to ignore it. Denki’s pheromones make Hitoshi’s vision swim and he battles
between being so turned on he could take Denki then and there and nervous because they’ve
never really done much before.

Sure, there had been the occasional rubbing of crotches, but sex made Hitoshi nervous - even
if he’d spent many sleepless nights envisioning scenarios just like the one he suddenly found
himself in. The first time they’d really talked about it Hitoshi was a blushing mess, entirely
out of character for his usual stoic, sarcastic self (he’s becoming increasingly like that as of
late, and Denki is to blame). Denki had teased him about it, far more forward and confident
in his sexuality than his boyfriend was. It wasn’t like Hitoshi didn’t want to do it (far from it),
he was just worried that he would be bad at it, that he’d hurt Denki, that he’d lose control of
his quirk, the list went on. Aizawa hadn’t helped, giving Hitoshi extensive information about
consent and protection, as well as the numerous diseases and infections that he could get if he
wasn’t careful. Needless to say, when Denki had brought it up in conversation, Hitoshi
panicked.

They were sitting in Denki’s room at UA, sprawled out on the leopard print bed. Denki’s
head was in Hitoshi’s lap and he was immersed in building an island in his animal game (or
something, Hitoshi didn’t really play video games so he had no idea what the objective was).
Hitoshi was attempting to go through all the cat videos Aizawa had sent him in the past day,
though it was proving to be a near impossible task.

“Have you had sex before?” Denki asked, out of the blue.
Hitoshi choked on air and had to thump on his chest to clear his airways. “Yeah, with all the
hundreds of suitors I have,” he laughed nervously. “We’ve been dating for two months,
Denki.”

“Yeah, but you can’t say you haven’t thought about it, right?”

Well, no, he couldn’t say that. But still. “Don’t you think it’s a bit… early for that?”

The omega shrugged. “There aren’t any rules about when the right time is. I for one can’t
wait to hop into those pants of yours,” Denki grinned. “But like, no pressure at all. We can do
things when we’re both comfy.”

Hitoshi nodded slowly.

“Unless you’re one of those ‘saving myself for marriage’ types. I think that would be a
dealbreaker for me,” he giggled, reaching up to curl his fingers in Hitoshi’s hair.

“I do… want to,” Hitoshi said slowly. “Eventually. Just… not yet.”

Denki hummed in response. “Maybe you’re demi. As in, you need to get to know the person
first.”

Hitoshi thought about it. That might summarise him. He wasn’t convinced. “Maybe.” Denki
seemed so sure of himself, he wished he could be like that. The idea that Denki had possibly
already had sex crossed his mind. “Wait, Denks–”

“Denks?” The omega sat up. “That’s such a cute nickname! Sorry, what were you saying?”

Hitoshi flushed, how was he going to say this now? “Have you ever…” he trailed off, words
escaping him.

“Have I had sex?” Denki asked, loudly. Hitoshi’s cheeks were very red. He nodded. Denki
shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive way. “Well, kind of?”

Hitoshi had so many questions all of a sudden. His mouth dropped open and his eyes
widened in surprise. Actually, it made sense (well, not really, but Hitoshi wasn’t as shocked
as he might have been). “What do you mean, ‘kind of’?”

“Well…” Denki started, thoughtfully. “I presented as an omega kind of late.” That was news
to Hitoshi. “I was fifteen, and I was a little bit in love with this girl a couple years older than
me.” The omega noticed Hitoshi’s frown and waved his arms in reassurance. “Don’t worry!
We didn’t go all the way or anything.”

That made Hitoshi feel a little better for some reason. It gave him a sense of pride that he
could be Denki’s first.

And now that it’s going to happen, Hitoshi feels vastly unprepared. He breaks away from
Denki to rummage through the bedside table, which he finds is chock full of condoms, lube,
and other things he kind of wishes he never saw (people put some of those artefacts inside
them?!). He breathes a sigh of relief, mentally going through every horribly awkward
conversation he’d had with his dads’ about this sort of thing.

Denki is whining, tugging at Hitoshi’s shirt, trying to make him come over and look after
him. “Please,” he says, and Hitoshi can’t tell what he’s asking for in that moment but he
knows he’ll do what he can to fulfil his needs.

“What do you want to do?” He used to be cautious about asking questions around Denki ever
since he grew accustomed to not doing so if he didn’t have to for fear of using his quirk, but
he knows the omega trusts him.

Denki pulls at his own shorts and looks up at his boyfriend. “Yeah?”

This was it. There was no going back now (well he could always ask to stop and he’s certain
Denki will listen, but he’s on the brink of his rut and this feels like the tipping point).

“Yeah,” Hitoshi breathes, and looks away quickly when Denki starts taking his clothes off.

“You can look, I don’t mind,” Denki smiles coyly. So Hitoshi does. And, wow, the omega is a
sight to behold. He gasps as the shorts slip down his smooth legs, and he’s left only in
absolutely soaked underwear.

“Fuck - Denki,” Hitoshi groans. “Were you walking around like that? I’m sorry.”

Denki’s nodding and lifting up the hem of his underwear, and Hitoshi isn’t prepared, but then
Denki is standing, fully naked and dripping with sweat, and - and slick, and Hitoshi wants to
cry at how beautiful he is. He doesn’t have hair anywhere (he can vaguely remember Denki
telling him how his quirk works like electrolysis, the only hair he can grow is on his head),
and his whole body is glistening in the singular light bulb’s glow.

Hitoshi kind of wants to throw up from how thick the scent of the omega’s heat is, but he
wants to be with him more. He crosses the room in two strides, taking Denki’s face in his
hands and kissing him softly.

“How are we going to do this?” Hitoshi asks, cradling the omega’s hot cheeks. “Foreplay?
That’s a thing right?”

Denki shakes his head. “No, I need you inside me now.” There’s an urgency in his voice that
sounds unlike him, but Hitoshi can’t deny it. He would do anything within his capabilities for
him (he has boundaries).

Hitoshi’s breath hitches. “Okay.”

Denki’s hands are on him, borderline tearing the clothes off his body, until he too is bare to
the world. He stands there, chest heaving, fighting the urge to cover his body, hide away from
the one person who he trusts the most. The omega’s eyes are lidded, his pupils dilated and
zeroing in on Hitoshi’s crotch in an almost animalistic way.
“I thought it would be purple here too,” Denki murmurs.
Hitoshi chuckles at the comment. “I only dye the hair on my head, but I’m open to anything.”
Somehow he’s finding being naked in Denki’s presence more comfortable as the time passes.
Denki places a hand on Hitoshi’s waist and Hitoshi tries not to flinch at the contact.

“You’re so big,” he says, staring with an intensity the alpha isn’t used to. “I can’t think
‘Toshi. I really need you to fuck me.” Hitoshi swallows, hard.

Denki drops to his knees and looks up at his boyfriend with pleading eyes. With some
trepidation, Hitoshi nods. He gasps as Denki nudges his face against his groin, nuzzling into
the coarse hair there.

“You smell really good here,” he mumbles, letting his lips touch Hitoshi. The alpha doesn’t
know what to do with his hands and his legs feel too weak to stay standing, but he threads his
fingers through Denki’s blond hair and holds on for dear life. There’s something about having
his boyfriend kneeling before him wearing nothing but his black choker that does things to
Hitoshi’s brain. Denki isn’t doing anything really, just nuzzling close, inhaling Hitoshi’s scent
deeply, but he seems docile for the moment. His needs are fluctuating so quickly Hitoshi is
struggling to keep up, the world isn’t in focus.

Then suddenly Denki is sprawled out on the bed pulling Hitoshi down on top of him with a
strength Hitoshi didn’t think he had.

“Now,” the omega commands.

Hitoshi doesn’t want to make a mess of things but they need to be safe. He reaches for the
drawer of condoms and pulls out several (some of the labels read ‘bubblegum’ or ‘grape’ and
he doesn’t know how he feels about that), making sure Denki can see what he’s doing.

“We don’t need that,” Denki whines, the heat emanating from his small frame reaching
unbearable.

“Just in case,” Hitoshi says, tearing open the packet and doing his best to put it on (they’d
had mandatory health lessons that included this skill, but he still fumbles a bit in the process).

Denki watches intently, and makes his move as soon as Hitoshi’s finished. “‘Toshi you really
really need to put your dick inside me now,” he whispers and lies back, spreading his legs
apart, letting Hitoshi see the slick his thighs and ass are covered in. His fingers grip Hitoshi’s
forearms and bring him closer until Hitoshi is sitting between his thighs, until Denki could
reach out and rub himself against the alpha. Denki tentatively lets his fingertips graze
Hitoshi’s dick and he feels the alpha shiver at the touch. He takes hold of it, marvelling at the
size, and carefully guides him towards his leaking hole.

Hitoshi’s hands replace his own and the omega grasps the pillow beneath his head in
preparation. He thinks about grabbing the lube they’re supplied with, but one look at Denki’s
ass tells him he doesn’t need it.

“Shouldn’t I start with just my fingers?” Hitoshi asks.

“I’ve fingered myself plenty before, I’m ready,” he replies, breathless. The statement goes
straight to Hitoshi’s dick and his mind is suddenly filled with images of Denki fucking
himself on his fingers, moaning his boyfriends name. It’s a lot.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Hitoshi moves forward, reaching Denki’s hole. It’s slippery from slick, and he notices the
omega’s smaller cock jump when they touch. He pushes in ever so slightly and Denki moans
like a fucking pornstar and Hitoshi thinks he’ll die from the sheer sound alone. They’ll
engrave it on his tombstone; ‘here lies Hitoshi Shinsou, death by his boyfriend’s sexiness’, a
laughable landmark for generations to come.

It feels really good. The alpha had no idea how insanely perfect it would be, as he tenderly
enters the tight little heat that is Denki.

“Ah… ah… yes,” the omega chants in gasps, hands gripping the pillow like it’s the only
thing keeping him from melting into a puddle in his boyfriend’s arms. He sucks Hitoshi in
and all of a sudden the alpha is entirely inside him, chests heaving in sync.

“So good, ‘Toshi. I’m so full, you’re really big, it’s so good.” The words tumble from Denki’s
lips in endless strings, praising Hitoshi, inflating his ego a little more. “Move.”

So Hitoshi does, like the obedient man he is. (It’s only Denki who can do this to him, who
can make it seem like Denki’s the one with the mind controlling quirk instead.) He starts off
slowly, testing the waters, arms holding him up on either side of Denki’s squirming body. The
omega’s back is arching up, pushing him deeper, closer with every shallow movement. Denki
bites his lips and muffles the sounds escaping him. They’re like rosebuds, growing redder
where he bites them.

Hitoshi wants to kiss him. So he does. He leans forward and presses his lips to Denki’s,
sharing a breath of the air between them. Denki’s tongue quickly darts out and Hitoshi
stupidly opens his mouth in surprise, allowing the omega free rein inside it. He licks into
him, swallowing the moans the alpha doesn’t stifle in time.

Denki’s cock is digging into Hitoshi’s hip, leaving a trail of wetness along his thigh. Hitoshi
can’t think, mind fully engrossed in the sensations he’s experiencing, the way Denki’s body
just fits so perfectly with his, how hot Denki’s mouth is, the sounds that just keep coming and
making Hitoshi’s skin crawl in the best possible way.

The bed is creaking with each thrust, frame rattling against the wall. He almost faints at the
sight of his dick disappearing inside his boyfriend. Or maybe he’s about to come. (It seems
too early but then again it is his first time.) He really doesn’t know, there’s so much stimulus,
so much happening. Denki grabs the back of his neck and kisses his lips with fervour until
they’re swollen and tender.

“Faster–” Denki pants between kisses, and Hitoshi detects his legs wrapping around his lower
back, drawing him closer than he thought was possible. He speeds up his pace, the slapping
of his balls against Denki’s ass makes him dizzy and he’s going to come, he’s sure he is, and
Denki smells so good and he sounds so good–

“Aahn!” The blond shouts as Hitoshi feels a wet spurt against his stomach. Denki goes weak
beneath him, come dribbling over his heaving torso. Hitoshi slows to a halt, ignoring his
throbbing cock as he watches Denki’s face. That expression he had when he came – Hitoshi
wishes he had had a camera (that sounds creepy but it was really just the most beautiful sight
he’s ever seen).

“You okay?” Hitoshi asks when Denki seems like he’s returned to earth. The omega doesn’t
reply, instead lifting himself up and flipping them both over, eyes fluttering as he sinks down
to sitting on Hitoshi’s dick.

“Again.”

The strength of his heat is overpowering, Hitoshi can smell it, and Denki’s stamina in this
state is unparalleled. The alpha can already see his cock hardening again, and he blanches
when he realises he has no idea how long this is going to last. It could be anywhere between a
few hours to literal days, but surely if he’s mating with an alpha it’ll be closer to the former.
Surely.

Denki’s thighs around his hips are heavenly, and Hitoshi is relieved that Denki is taking his
pleasure into his own hands, because if he’s being honest he has no idea if what he was doing
was working. Well, it must’ve done something if Denki came already.

The omega on top of him rolls his hips like he’s the tide crashing on to the shore, gasping and
moaning with no self consciousness whatsoever. He places his hands on Hitoshi’s chest and
lifts himself up before plunging back onto his boyfriend’s cock.

“Aaah, aah, ‘Toshi ‘Toshi ‘Toshi,” Denki is saying his name like a mantra, in time with his
thrusts. It’s like he’s drunk. There’s a squelching sound too, that echoes around the room as
the omega bounces up and down. Hitoshi doesn’t know what to do with himself. What would
the Hitoshi from a day ago think about his current predicament? Actually, he’d probably be
pleased or at least amused, if a little grossed out.

Their skin slides together in a very satisfying way, creating friction everywhere and it feels
like Hitoshi’s whole body is on fire. The way Denki is - he’s riding him - is so attractive and
Hitoshi never took himself for the type to be into his omega taking control, but shit it’s
incredible.

The purple haired man holds onto Denki’s thighs for dear life, and he’s so close he’s already
starting to see stars. Hitoshi hits a spot inside the omega that has him yelling out and
tightening around Hitoshi’s dick.

“Denki I’m gonna-” the world suddenly goes so bright and Hitoshi clamps his eyes shut as
wave after wave of orgasm hits him. Rubbing one out was nothing compared to this. The
lights are still flickering when he finally opens them and finds Denki collapsed on his chest.
His fingertips are sparking against the sheets, and he groans into Hitoshi’s collar.
“Oh my god, was that your quirk?” Hitoshi asks, rubbing his hands along the omega’s
shoulders.

“That was so good, ‘Toshi.” Denki’s voice is muffled but his enthusiasm is evident. “Were
you born a sex god?”

Hitoshi chokes and flushes. “I think anything will do when you’re in heat.”

“Mmm, I think you need to do me again.”

Hitoshi looks at him with a pained expression. “At least let me change the condom first.”

Denki rolls his eyes. “Fine.” He pulls himself off of Hitoshi with a sickening squelch and lets
the slick run down his thighs. Hitoshi tries not to stare. He removes the condom and barely
hides his disgust as he attempts to dispose of it in an orderly fashion (which is hastily tied and
on the floor). Denki makes grabby hands at him as soon as he isn’t within arms reach, so
Hitoshi graciously returns to his embrace.

Their naked bodies pressed together is a sensation Hitoshi has never felt, but he likes it
nonetheless. He runs his hands down Denki’s sides, feeling the smooth, smooth, creamy skin,
the little bumps and divots of his bones, his soft, squishy thighs that Hitoshi desperately
wants to put his face in. The alpha has a sudden burst of confidence and he puts his hand on
Denki’s chest and pushes him back until the omega is lying underneath him, shivering and
sweating.

If they were in any other circumstance Hitoshi would be extremely worried for Denki’s
wellbeing, but he knows that it’s just the side effects of being in heat. Not that that does much
to soothe his racing heart.

Hitoshi kisses along Denki’s neck, trying to occupy the omega without having to fuck him
again (he’s not sure if his dick can handle it right now). He breathes hot air on Denki’s throat
and watches him shudder in delight.

“‘Toshi…” he purrs the name and it’s Hitoshi’s turn to shudder.

He licks Denki’s collar bones, his chest, his nipples.

“Ah!” Denki cries. “That’s sensitive–”

Hitoshi does it again and he squirms, trying to both get away and be closer at the same time.
His nipples are pink and erect, the perfect size for Hitoshi to roll between his fingers (he
doesn’t, but he definitely thinks about it). He migrates down Denki’s body, licking and
kissing as he travels. There’s a sweet smell that grows stronger the closer he is to Denki’s
groin, and he understands why Denki was obsessed with it earlier.

Hitoshi sucks on the delicate skin on the inside of his thigh and listens to Denki’s heavy
breathing and breathy moans. It’s literal music. His mind wanders and when he looks down
an angry red splotch stares back.

“Shit - I think I just gave you a hickey Denks,” Hitoshi whispers.

Denki lifts his head and peers down, gasping with joy at the mark. “It’s beautiful! Make more
please.”

Hitoshi questions his definition of beautiful but diligently sucks several more alongside it.
The omega’s cock is hard again. This heat business is serious. He touches it, just to see what
will happen. Denki throws his head back and groans as Hitoshi caresses it, fingers
featherlight.

“‘Toshiii,” he whines. “Don’t tease, just fuck me already.”

And Hitoshi really can’t say no when he talks like that. He leaves one more hickey behind the
omega’s ear before donning another condom and sliding slowly inside. Denki’s hole is
swollen and red and gaping, begging to be filled. His mouth opens in an ‘o’ and his eyes roll
back into his head before Hitoshi is fully submerged. He grabs onto his boyfriend’s back, and
wails as his ass is pounded into, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

His body seems so eager for more, there’s barely any signs of fatigue even though Denki’s
already come twice. The hotness has subsided slightly, now only warm from their exertions
rather than his heat’s onset. Denki’s nails are suddenly clawing red lines down Hitoshi’s back
and he cries out in pain.

“Fuck! Shit that hurts, Denki,” he whimpers.

Denki’s hands retreat like they just touched a red hot pan. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s–” The initial shock has dissipated, there’s only a dull throb of discomfort now. “It’s
okay, I don’t mind. I was just surprised.”

Denki kisses him gently, but quickly wraps his arms around Hitoshi’s necks and pushes his
hips up, aching for friction. Hitoshi complies and plunges deeper inside, searching for that
spot again that had Denki screaming.

The omega’s legs are resting on either side of Hitoshi’s hips, trembling with every thrust.
Hitoshi picks them up and slings them over his shoulders, a squawk of surprise escaping
Denki as he’s pulled closer. Hitoshi sits up to kneeling, able to reach farther inside than ever
before.

“Ngh, shit,” Denki mumbles. “Why are you so hot? ‘S not fair.”

Hitoshi slows his movement. “Oh my god have you seen yourself Denki?” he laughs in
exasperation. “You’re like the epitome of attractiveness.”

“Mmm say it again,” Denki giggles, body jolting as Hitoshi fucks into him. The alpha rolls
his eyes with a smile.

“You’re fucking sexy,” he says. “The Aphrodite among men.”

“I don’t know your nerdy book stuff,” Denki mumbles, grinning like he knows how Hitoshi
will react towards a subject he’s passionate about.
“It’s fucking Greek mythology! Common knowledge! Not just nerdy book stuff!” he laughs.

“Mmm sure,” Denki says with a sly smile. “Nerd.”

Hitoshi pushes into him extra hard and the omega’s words are cut off as he moans like he’s
been doing it his whole life. The alpha regains his rhythm and watches Denki come undone.
He hoists his legs back onto his shoulders as they start to slip, drowning in the pheromones
Denki hasn’t stopped releasing. His breath hitches as he sees the omega’s hands drift to his
own chest, fondling those nipples Hitoshi was dying to touch before. Those elegant fingers
stroke his stomach, his waist, playing with himself and Hitoshi’s gaze like a new toy.

The whole scene in front of him is spectacular, Denki’s blond locks splayed on the pillow, his
hands touching his body, ass stretched and puffy around Hitoshi’s cock. Hitoshi thinks he
might come again (unusual as it was for him to come twice in such a short time frame,
though Denki’s heat was probably affecting him).
His boyfriend’s fingers swirl around his chest again, dancing along his torso and down to his
own cock, rubbing it as Hitoshi looks on in awe. Denki’s unforgiving, uncaring that this
whole little thing he’s doing is horribly erotic and absolutely torture for the alpha. It’s bad
enough that Hitoshi is balls deep inside his boyfriend for the first time, but when he puts on a
show like that–

“Denki what are you doing to me,” Hitoshi groans under his breath.

“Well technically - ah - you’re doing me,” Denki quips from beneath him between thrusts.

“Think you’re fucking hilarious don’t you.”

“Uh huh.”

Hitoshi shakes his head with a laugh. “I love you.”

“I love me too,” Denki grins. “And you as well.”

It isn’t the first time Hitoshi had said so, but it sure as hell feels like the most genuine. Those
words are a crescendo and Hitoshi comes with a gasp, falling forward onto Denki with his
legs still over his shoulders. When it’s over, he breathes in as deeply as he can but it doesn’t
feel like the oxygen is entering his lungs. He’s so sticky with sweat and with - semen - and it
feels disgusting and he’s too hot.

He’d forgotten about his rut until it's upon him, so intent on tending to Denki’s needs as he
was. His senses are a strange combination of incredibly heightened and so dulled down that
he can’t tell what’s happening at every given second. Somehow he controls his actions as the
rut takes over, the nurturing aspect of being an alpha coming into play.

When he presented at age thirteen, people began to avoid him. It wasn’t like he was a
particularly dominant alpha, but he had no control of his pheromones at that time and he was
constantly releasing a threatening aura without him really knowing or being able to stop.
That, combined with his quirk, meant he was definitely not a popular kid in his
predominantly beta occupied middle school.

UA brought him into contact with far more alphas and omegas than he had ever been around,
and he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb quite as much. Aizawa adopting him was the best
part though, getting to finally have guidance from an alpha who shared a similar quirk and
personality helped him tremendously, both in school and out. He showed him how to deal
with his second gender in a way no one ever had, and Hitoshi would be lying if he said he’d
be fine without him.

He’d transferred to the hero course around that time too, and consequently met Denki. The
omega that turned his stomach inside out and irritated him to no end. The boy that had him
head over heels in love from a mere glance in his direction. He was far too good to be true.

For a while, it’s all a blur. Hitoshi isn’t sure how many times they did it, but the bed is soaked
and Denki looks entirely fucked out - though still not satiated, when his head clears a little.

“Are you… alright?” Hitoshi slurs.

“Just a bit more,” Denki pants from beside him.

Hitoshi may be exhausted, but his rut gave him renewed energy and if he’s being honest, this
is the best he’s felt in a long time. He doesn’t want this night to end. He finds himself situated
inside Denki for what feels like the hundredth time, his mind jumping in and out of focus.

He begins again slowly, letting Denki get used to it (entirely unnecessary of course, since the
omega’s hole has been filled more often than not in the past few hours), before hitting the
spot inside Denki that makes his back arch so. They’re both a mess of sweat and cum, hair
stuck to their foreheads, and Denki’s body is flushed a wonderful shade of pink that Hitoshi
wants to lick like it’s a popsicle.

“You’re so good, shit,” the omega mumbles. He’s surprisingly articulate while getting his ass
pounded, and Hitoshi doesn’t mind at all even if the things he’s saying make him awfully
embarrassed (and aroused).

“Fuck me harder, ‘Toshi,” he’s gasping. Case in point.

“If I fuck you anymore you’ll probably get pregnant,” Hitoshi jokes, kissing Denki’s neck as
his head is thrown back in pleasure.

“Pregnant?” Denki whispers. He grabs Hitoshi’s shoulders and surges into him, his black-
painted fingernails digging into the alpha. “Hitoshi!”

He’s fucking himself on Hitoshi’s cock at an alarming rate, moaning and biting the alpha’s
jaw gently (but with a speed that leaves Hitoshi feeling giddy).

“Breed me, ‘Toshi! Breed me, breed me, breed me,” he chants, and the words really do
something to Hitoshi.
“I’m not going to do that,” the alpha smirks, but he can’t deny the effect it’s having on him.

“Please! Breed me, fill me up with your babies, I need it - aaah!” he cries out as a swelling
sensation occupies him.

Hitoshi inhales sharply when he realises what’s happening.

“Aahn, it hurts,” Denki groans.

Hitoshi’s knotted him.

He’s alert all of a sudden, focusing on Denki and Denki alone. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry Denks
– I didn’t - I didn’t mean to do that–”

He can see the outline of his dick pressing through Denki’s stomach. He hates that it makes
him feel proud.

“Hitoshi, it’s so big– I can’t–” There’s tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and Hitoshi
carefully picks him up and sits back against the headboard of the bed with Denki in his lap.

“Is that any better?”

Denki nods and kisses him. “I’m getting used to it, ‘s not so bad.”

They sit like that for a while, Denki slowly getting more comfortable in his arms.

“I kinda like it.”

“Like what?” Hitoshi asks.

“Having your knot inside me,” he giggles. “I feel so full.”

“Oh my god you’re going to be the death of me.”

Hitoshi runs his hands through the omega’s hair, it’s a little coarse but that might be from the
excessive electricity. Denki kisses him so hard Hitoshi’s head bumps against the wall behind
him.

“Thank you, ‘Toshi,” he says.

“For what?” Hitoshi chuckles. “Impaling you for hours on end?”

Denki bites his lip, grinning. “For blessing me with your massive cock and godlike
physique.”

Hitoshi splutters and dismisses the statement. “I’m not that special.”

“Says the guy who just gave me the best night of my life.”

“It’s the heat talking.”

“Mmm, maybe,” Denki smiles. “Can we kiss until your dick’s ready to come out?”

Hitoshi rolls his eyes but leans in anyway and captures Denki’s lips with his own. The omega
is quick to slip his tongue in again, letting saliva drip down his chin in his frenzy of face-
smashing. Hitoshi finds himself moaning into his boyfriend's mouth, memorising the way he
feels in his lips. He has to part briefly to get some of Denki’s hair out of their mouths (or
maybe it was his own), breathing in Denki’s sticky sweet scent like it’s the finest ambrosia,
fit for the gods.

After a while Hitoshi softens a little and Denki wiggles his ass, but the alpha can barely stay
awake to help him. He vaguely registers the omega grinding on him until they’re both sated,
and then being enveloped in blankets, but he’s out like a light as soon as his head hits the
pillows.
 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Sunlight filters through the curtains, little rays of golden gleaming out of the unpatched tears
in the worn fabric. Hitoshi grimaces at the brightness, clenching his eyes shut for as long as
possible. His entire body is sore and aching, and he wonders how Denki must feel. It’s only
now he realises how sleazy the place they’re staying in is, though it’s not like heat hotels get
a lot of funding.

His boyfriend stirs beside him but doesn’t wake. He’s lying on his stomach, sheets twisted
around his waist and face engulfed in pillow. A small trail of drool runs down his cheek and
Hitoshi smiles at how adorable he is. There are hickeys littering his neck and torso, like he
was ravaged by a wild animal. Hitoshi groans when he sees them, memories of the night
before flooding his mind, how good it felt to mark him like that.

From the corner of his eye he sees a mess of condoms and discarded clothing that he decides
he doesn’t want to think about yet. He shuffles in closer to Denki, watching the side of his
face that is turned to face him. His breath is warm on Hitoshi’s skin, lips parted in a delicate
o. Hitoshi feels like kissing him again, but settles for gently tracing circles on his bare back.

Seeing him laying so softly next to him makes him want to scream (in a good way). He’s
literally godlike, an angel on earth, glowing so brightly even Apollo would be envious. How
does anyone handle spending time with the people they love without feeling constantly
overwhelmed by their splendour? Hitoshi’s fucking smitten, and if he weren’t already laying
on his back he would need to sit down from how overcome Denki is making him.

“Mmm,” Denki yawns, and Hitoshi pauses his motions.

The blond’s eyebrows furrow and his nose scrunches up like a cat as he slowly wakes. His
eyes blink open, eyelashes fluttering and obliterating Hitoshi right then and there. A little
smile makes its way over Denki’s features when he notices Hitoshi staring at him.

“Morning,” he grins.

“Hi,” Hitoshi breathes. What do you say to your boyfriend the morning after railing him to
shit?

Denki snuggles in closer and reaches around to hug the alpha, wincing slightly at the
movement.

“Wow, you really did a number on me last night,” he laughs. “What are our friends going to
say when I’m limping for a week?”

Hitoshi groans. “I’m so sorry.”

Denki takes hold of his cheeks. “Don’t apologise. I’m just mad that I was out of it during our
first time!” He sees the horrified look on his boyfriend's face. “Don’t worry, I do remember
some of it! Just not well enough,” he reassures.

“Are you okay?” Hitoshi asks. If he’s being honest, it’s a little overwhelming being so close
in a foreign room after a night of reckless decisions. He wonders if Denki feels the same.

“I mean apart from having a crazy sore back, being really tired and covered in semen, yeah,”
he giggles. That sound almost tops Denki’s moans from last night. Almost.
Hitoshi finally looks around at the mess they’re in. “We should probably clean up, huh.”

Denki lets out a groan. “Can’t we just stay here for a while? I’m tired,” he whines.

Hitoshi can’t resist him.

“Okay.”

The omega crawls partially on top of him, resting on his head on his chest. His blond locks
tickle Hitoshi a little bit. It’s nice. Hitoshi strokes his hair and feels Denki melt into his
embrace. They stay that way until Hitoshi's arm starts to lose feeling underneath his
boyfriend’s body. He’s also thoroughly exhausted and drowsy, and Denki’s warmth isn’t
helping him stay awake. Hitoshi feels disgusting and he’s dying to shower and wash off the
dried sweat and other fluids. He hadn’t really noticed before, but there’s an entrance on the
other side of the room that he can see leads to some sort of bathroom.

Denki leans up and kisses Hitoshi sweetly.

“I’ve got really bad morning breath, Denks,” he stresses.

“I don’t mind.”

“I do,” Hitoshi says, nudging him away softly. “Just let me clean myself up quickly.”

Denki pouts but releases him, and Hitoshi wearily pulls himself out of bed. He stumbles
inelegantly when his foot is caught in the sheets, but makes his way over to the bathroom. He
doesn’t want Denki to think he regrets his behaviour the night before, but he needs to clear
his head first (and he can’t bear to face him knowing the things they did) (he shouldn’t be
ashamed, but he can’t help it). They’re both still naked, he finally realises.

Being bare in the daylight is much more challenging than in the safety of the dark. He can
feel Denki’s eyes wandering over him when he gets out of bed, and the gaze prickles along
his skin. It’s not like he thinks Denki will judge him after being so intimate, but his self-
consciousness shines through and he closes the door to the bathroom behind him.

The shower is small and in dire need of refurbishment, much like the rest of the place.
Hitoshi can’t complain though, when the warm water soothes his skin and rinses the remnants
of his endeavours away. The silky water runs down his face and he douses his hair with it for
good measure. He can’t help but imagine the worst case scenarios that could come of this
whole situation. His dads might forever be disappointed in him. Denki could get kicked out
of his house, he knows how bad it is for him there.

Hitoshi doesn’t want to use up all the hot water, even if he could spend an eternity under the
steady cascade. He steps out, finding a pair of towels hung on a hook nearby. He just stands
there for a while, sleepy from the heat and kind of numb. What happens now? There’s a
mirror in front of him that’s fogged up from the steam of the shower, and he wipes it clean.
He startles himself when he looks into it. There are several hickeys on really random parts of
his body that he doesn’t remember receiving, and when he turns around he sees scratch marks
running down his back. He definitely recalls those. They’re red and angry looking, but also
kind of… hot? Sexy even? Hitoshi admires them for longer than is necessary. Who knew
being mauled by your boyfriend was so attractive?

There are so many thoughts running through his head and it's too much. He’s in a strange
state of cluttered and calm, like being in the eye of a storm. Hitoshi dries himself off, rubbing
the towel down his legs, through his hair. Maybe he shouldn’t have put his head under the
water, now it’ll take forever to dry. His clothes are still somewhere in the bedroom so he
wraps his towel around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom.

Denki’s sitting on the side of the bed picking at his fingernails when Hitoshi returns. He
hasn’t bothered to put on clothes and Hitoshi still finds himself blushing at the sight of him
even after a whole night together. Denki opens his mouth like he wants to say something but
closes it again. Hitoshi goes to sit down next to him.

“Are you mad at me?” the omega says, finally.

Hitoshi whips his head around. “What? Not at all.”

“But do you regret helping me with my heat?” He doesn’t ask it like a question, rather a fact.

“No,” Hitoshi says firmly. “Last night was one of the best nights of my life, I promise.”

Denki leans his head against Hitoshi’s shoulder. “Really?”

“Yes,” he affirms. “I’m sorry, did I seem angry?” He’s gentle with the statement.

Denki shrugs. “I think I was just overthinking things.”

Hitoshi presses a kiss to his forehead. “Do you want to go wash up?”

“Do I smell that bad?” he laughs.

“No, but it might feel nice.”

“Yeah okay,” Denki says. “Is there another towel?”

“Yes,” he nods. “I can clean up a bit while you’re in there.”

Denki stands up and Hitoshi sees the way he winces with every movement. Maybe he was
too rough. Not that he could have slowed down if he’s tried. He hears the shower start up and
collects up the clothes he’d flung to the ground the night before. They’re sweaty and stink of
pheromones and Hitoshi really doesn’t want to put them on but he doesn’t have any other
clothes.

His dads are going to be so mad. And his phone is still flat. And there are condoms all over
the floor. He can deal with one of those problems now, and sets about picking them all up and
disposing of them in the tiny trash can next to the door. He feels sorry for whoever has to
clean the room.

Denki comes out of the bathroom glowing and more upbeat than before. He’s decided that the
towel is put to better use drying his hair than wrapped around his waist and Hitoshi struggles
with himself for a moment, the flush reappearing on his cheeks. He picks up the pile of
Denki’s clothes he’d retrieved and thrust them at him.

“Don’t act all shy on me now ‘Toshi,” Denki smirks. His face falls when he realises that his
underwear are now crusted over in slick and he it’s all he has to wear.

“I know. But we can change as soon as we get out of here.”

“Are you heading back home?” Denki asks.

“I might as well. I’ll have to face the wrath of my dads sooner or later,” Hitoshi jokes. (It’s
not really a joke but he’d rather pretend it is than think about their reactions when he gets
home a day late and covered in hickeys.) “How about you?”

“Eh, I’ll probably go to Mina’s. She managed to find a cheap apartment and I can’t wait to
see it!” He sidesteps the question in Hitoshi’s eyes, regarding his parents' house. He’d like to
avoid thinking about that for as long as possible.

Once the room is moderately neater than they’d found it, Hitoshi takes Denki’s hand and they
head to the reception. All Hitoshi has is his dead phone, wallet, and the room key, and Denki
has nothing but the clothes on his back. There’s a sense of shame as they walk down the
hallway (very slowly so Denki isn’t limping), and Hitoshi fights the urge to run away without
having to face anyone ever again.

They round the corner and find the same woman seated at the front desk, and she looks up
with a smirk on her face as she sees them. Hitoshi rifles through his wallet and finds a few
crumpled bills that he places in front of her.

“Glad to hear you had a good night,” she says with a wink. Hitoshi is awfully embarrassed
and Denki squeezes his hand. “Feeling better?”

Denki answers for them both, “Yes, thank you very much!” Apparently he has no remorse
whatsoever.

They’re about to leave when Hitoshi remembers he has no idea where they are and a flat
phone. He turns on his heel and walks back to the receptionist who glances up in amusement.
“Do you have a phone charger that I can borrow by any chance?” Hitoshi asks. She spins
around on her seat and pulls out a cable from under the desk.

“Is this the right type?”

Hitoshi nods in relief. “Thank you so much. We won’t be long.”

He and Denki sit on a pair of chairs by a power socket and Hitoshi apprehensively turns on
his phone when it's plugged in. He’s immediately flooded with messages and missed calls
from his dads and friends, asking where they were, if they were safe.

“Shit, might wanna answer some of those,” Denki laughs.

Hitoshi opens the messages from Aizawa, ignoring the countless texts telling him that he
should have been home by midnight, and where was he? Instead, he types out a text asking
Aizawa if he can pick him up. He finds out from a map that he’s about a half hour drive from
his home and he adds that in his message. As soon as it’s sent his phone starts ringing and he
jumps at the commotion. He glances at Denki who’s sitting next to him watching over his
shoulder and the omega shrugs. Hitoshi answers the call and braces himself.

“HITOSHI.” Aizawa’s usually controlled voice booms through the phone. “Where the HELL
have you been?”

Hitoshi swallows thickly. “My phone died.”

“When has your phone ever died?!” He says exasperatedly.

Hizashi’s voice comes over the phone, “Is he with that blond boyfriend of his? I heard he was
missing too.”

Denki opens his mouth to reply but Hitoshi responds before he can say anything. “No! He’s -
he already went home?” He mouths trust me to Denki who frowns.

“Your father and I are getting in the car right this instant and you’re going to explain yourself
when we get there,” Aizawa says sternly.

“Okay,” Hitoshi breathes, almost a whisper of nervousness, before hanging up.

“What was that?” Denki asks, crossing his arms.

“I– you’re covered in hickeys Denki, they’d know what we– what happened.”

“Hah,” Denki barks out. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“No!” He was ashamed of himself. “I just don’t feel like discussing my sex life with my
dads.”

Hitoshi pulls Denki into a hug. “You are the most incredible person ever and I would never
be ashamed of you. It’ll just be easier this way. Less awkward conversations.”
“But if they ask–”

“I won’t lie. They already know how fucking stupidly obsessed with you I am anyway,” he
mumbles. “Do you want to call Mina on my phone?”

Denki nods and finds Mina’s number under the name ‘pink one’. He raises an eyebrow and
points it out.

“I couldn’t remember her name at the time and forgot to change it,” Hitoshi explains. He
leaves out the part where he finally learnt her name and thought it was funnier to just leave it.

Denki calls Mina and lets it ring until she picks up. Hitoshi can’t hear exactly what she’s
saying but it’s loud and makes Denki laugh.

“I’m fine!” Denki grins once she’s finished talking. “I was actually wondering if you could
pick me up?”

Hitoshi picks at a stray thread on his pants while Denki talks.

“Oh yeah I’m at the–” he peers at the sign on the reception desk. “‘Amor Hotel’.”

There’s a loud shriek and Hitoshi can definitely hear Mina now.

“YOU’RE AT A HEAT HOTEL?”

The receptionist tries to disguise a snicker.

“Bitch– you are telling me all about this when I see you! I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Okay! Thanks Mina! Bye!” He hangs up and gives the phone back to Hitoshi who’s face
couldn’t be redder.

“Everyone’s going to know,” he whispers. Mina was not known for being tight-lipped.

“Let them,” Denki says. “They’ll all be jealous that I got to spend my heat with a hot piece of
ass such as yourself.”

Hitoshi chokes. A year with this idiot and comments like those still catch him off-guard. He
sits there for a moment staring at Denki, wordless, before standing abruptly.

“My dads are going to be here soon.” He’d given them an address somewhere farther down
the road so they wouldn’t have to talk about the whole heat hotel situation. He returns the
charger to the beta with a word of thanks and picks up his phone and wallet. “I’ll call you
later, yeah?”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Denki smirks and lets Hitoshi kiss him. Hitoshi waves and Denki
watches him leave.

The omega sits on the chair as he waits for Mina to arrive.

“How long have you had that hot alpha?” The receptionist asks with a sly smile after a while.
“Seemed real worried ‘bout you last night. Scored a good one, then?”

“Mmm, yeah. He’s great.” Denki bites his lip. “In bed too,” he grins, like it's a secret between
the two of them. “We’ve been together for like a year now.”

“Lucky kid! I haven’t dated anyone in too long.” She sighs with her chin on her hand. “Not
like it’s easy to pick anyone up with this job,” she laughs.

The honk of a car horn makes Denki start and he looks around to see Mina motioning
furiously with her hands from outside.

“That’s my ride!” Denki announces. “Thanks so much!” he says as he waltzes out the door.

Mina eyes him over her sunglasses (entirely unnecessary for the overcast day, but to each
their own) when he gets in on the passenger side.

“So?”

Denki buckles his seatbelt and looks at her, perplexed.

“Tell me why there are fucking hickeys all over your neck and I’m picking you up from a heat
hotel?” She's grinning as she says it, but also looks a bit disbelieving. “And where’s that
godforsaken boyfriend of yours? Don’t tell me he dumped your ass here– I swear to fucking
satan–”

“He didn’t! He just had to leave first,” Denki assures her. “Mina – you should have seen him
last night–”

Mina grimaces. “I don’t know if I want to hear about it when you sound like that– but tell me
anyway!”

She pulls away from the sidewalk and starts driving along the desolate streets of the suburb.

“Okay, so!” Denki doesn't know where to start. “You know how I stopped taking my heat
suppressants?” Mina nods. “Well I kinda forgot to tell Hitoshi.”

“Oh my god! What happened?”

“So I go into heat at your party right?” Mina’s nodding along in rapt enthusiasm as Denki
tells his story. “I didn’t realise because I thought I was just drunk, but Hitoshi and a whole
bunch of alpha’s noticed–”

“So that’s what that sweet smell was! I thought I was imagining things but of course when I
asked Bakugou he couldn’t smell it since he’s an omega!”

Denki giggles. “It was so weird when he presented, right? We all thought for sure he was an
alpha!”

“I know, right?!”
“Anyway, things were kinda fuzzy but we left the party and then ‘Toshi discovers his phone’s
flat and I’m like, begging him to fuck me–”

“Denki!”

“It was the heat, I swear!”

“Hmm, that’s what they all say–”

“Basically we didn’t know where we were but ‘Toshi found a heat hotel and then–”

“Do I want to hear this?” Mina groans.

“We fucked all night–”

“Okay that’s enough! Were you safe at least?”

Denki nods. “I think so. There were used condoms all over the floor–”

Mina holds up a hand to shush him. “Okay good. I’m so happy for you! Did you like it?”

“Oh my god – did I like it? Hitoshi’s practically a sex god! I mean, he was kinda awkward at
first, but he really got into the swing of it–”

“Stop, please, I don’t need to know about all of that, as long as you’re happy I’m happy! Now
do you want to see my new apartment or not?”

Hitoshi stands on the pavement a block away from where he and Denki spent the night,
tapping his foot nervously. He keeps checking his phone as if it wouldn’t ring or make a
sound when he got a new message. His dads are due to arrive any second and the thought of
what awaits him is terrifying (even if he knows they’re understanding).

When the low thrum of Aizawa’s car comes into earshot Hitshi is alert and waiting for them.
The car rolls up next to him and the window rolls down in the most ominous / mafia-esque
way ever.

“Get in, kid,” Aizawa grumbles from the driver's seat.

“He’s just messing with you Hitoshi! We’re not mad!” Hizashi calls from the back. Of course
they’re making Hitoshi sit in the passenger seat where they can both keep an eye on him. Eri
isn’t with them which makes the whole experience more alarming, without her there they
won’t have to filter their reactions.

“But we do want to know what you were doing that meant you couldn’t contact us,” Aizawa
says firmly. “And if my reaction to your answer is anger, then that’s on you.”
“I was at the graduation party, you know that.”

“What about after?”

“We crashed at a friend’s house.”

Aizawa squints at him with malice. “Then why do you smell like heat pheromones?”

“He does?” Hizashi asks from the back.

Hitoshi shrugs. “Maybe someone at the party went into heat. It’s common for students to stop
taking suppressants when school’s over.”

Aizawa eyes him with a calculating look. “Whose house did you stay the night at?”

“Are we playing twenty-one questions?”

Hizashi snorts and tries to cover it up with a cough.

“Answer the question.”

Hitoshi shrugs again, slightly less convincingly. “I don’t know, I was too drunk I guess.” The
second the words are out of his mouth he regrets it.

There’s less of a reaction than he’d expected, despite him being underage (if he’d needed to
argue his case he would’ve launched into his moderately prepared spiel about how the legal
age was lower in other countries).

“Ah, reminds me of our graduation party, eh honey?” Hizashi smiles.

Hitoshi sees the faintest glimmer of a grin appear on Aizawa’s face for a moment.

“There are a lot of plot holes in your story, young man,” he says sternly. “But we’re glad to
see you’re all in one piece.”

The rest of the drive consists of an explanation about where Eri is (on a playdate), and a long
speech from Aizawa about the value in keeping one’s phone charged.

“Couldn’t you have just asked Denki to charge it? Isn’t he basically a portable electricity
bank?” Hizashi asks.

“Indeed,” Aizawa adds.

Hitoshi internally face palms at this realisation. That would have probably saved him a lot of
time and energy. Although, to be fair, Denki wasn’t in a capable state and his quirk would
have been unreliable. It could’ve been worse if Hitoshi’s phone short-circuited the second
Denki tried anything, and he didn’t have a charger on him so there wouldn’t have been
anything to channel the electricity through. After going down this train of thought, he feels
confident that he wasn’t completely foolish.

“I don’t think he had control over his quirk in the state he was in,” Hitoshi says carefully.

“And what state was that?” Aizawa asks.

“Drunk.”

“I see.”

Hitoshi is starving by the time they get back, discovering that not eating for almost a day
(especially after engaging in strenuous activities for hours on end) is not good for his
stomach. He steals a bag of bread and a jar of jam from the kitchen and retreats to his room,
hoping to avoid any more uncomfortable conversations with his dads. The door to his room is
covered in Pikachu stickers (courtesy of a certain blond), and all the curtains are drawn when
he steps inside. He keeps it like that, the dark lighting soothing a headache he only just
noticed.

Hitoshi immediately plugs his phone in to charge, so as to prevent any further mishaps
concerning flat batteries. His clothes are offensively gross and he changes them as quickly as
possible, blushing as he spots the hickeys on his torso again and feeling very fortunate none
were visible to prying eyes (namely, his dads). Then he settles down on the carpeted floor and
makes himself a jam sandwich. He’d annoyingly forgotten to bring a plate so he makes them
on his thigh like the resourceful guy he is.

He desperately wants to text Denki, but was it too soon? They’d parted ways over an hour
ago, so he should be at Mina’s by now. It wouldn’t hurt to just check up on him. Hopefully
Denki had managed to find his phone by now. Hitoshi picks up his phone, once again
ignoring any other notifications that had surfaced, and finds Denki’s number. It’s easy and
right at the top of his favourites, with the name ‘babyyy’ and several emojis (a heart, pleading
face, and an eggplant - all of which Denki had specifically chosen when giving Hitoshi his
number). It makes Hitoshi smile every time he sees it.

[Hitoshi]
Did you get to Mina’s apartment alright?

Denki often teases him about being a dry texter but he likes his messages to be
straightforward (unlike him). He eats another sandwich while he waits for a reply.

[babyyy ❤️🥺🍆]
yesss! its so cute too omg

i mean she hasnt decorated muxh yet but like still

bro even autocorrect doesnt work anymroe i type so bad

[Hitoshi]
Did you just call your loving partner ‘bro’?

[babyyy ❤️🥺🍆]
 maybe

would u prefer babe

honey bunny

boo

shawty

[Hitoshi]
Anything but ‘shawty’.

[babyyy ❤️🥺🍆]
okay, hot sauce ;)

[Hitoshi]
Yeah, no.

Denki is going to be the death of him. Hitoshi’s phone starts ringing and he answers when he
sees it’s the omega.

“Couldn’t be bothered texting?”

Denki giggles like an angel. “I’d much rather hear your sexy voice.”

Hitoshi ignores the comment. “What did Mina say?”

“About?”

Hitoshi gestures like Denki can see him. “Us – picking you up from a heat hotel – you
know.”

“I gave her an in depth retelling of our sexual activities and then she told me I was a menace
to society,” Denki says.

“You didn’t.”

Another laugh. “Well, not ‘in depth’.”

Hitoshi shakes his head in disbelief. “And she’s still letting you stay the night?”

“Barely.”

Hitoshi isn’t sure whether to ask or not, but he decides it’ll be fine. “Are you going to go
back to your parent’s house?”

There’s silence on the other side of the line. Hitoshi momentarily regrets saying anything.
“Not if I can help it!” Denki replies. “To be honest I thought I’d just stay at Mina’s until I
can’t anymore.”

It’s fucking shitty that Denki doesn’t feel safe at his own home. Hitoshi can’t stand the way it
makes the omega feel, he wants to help him in any way possible. An idea strikes.

“What if…” he begins.

“Hmm?”

“What if you move in with me?” There it is.

“At Aizawa and Mic’s house? I won’t be able to keep my hands off you and I don’t think
your parents would appreciate that,” Denki laughs.

“No, what if we get our own place?” Hitoshi suggests.

“I don’t know if you know this but my ass is broke as hell,” Denki snickers. “Maybe if I
become a stripper–”

“I have pro-heroes for parents.”

There's a confused sound from Denki. They probably should have talked about this sort of
thing before they graduated. That would have been wise. But Hitoshi was a fool.

“They can help us get an apartment, Denks,” Hitoshi says. “If you want to live with me, that
is.”

“Oh my god wait this could work!” Denki exclaims. “Oh my god, we’ll share a bathroom!”

“We already shared a bathroom at UA, Denki.”

“Yeah, with everyone else! This one would be only ours– think of all the sex, ‘Toshi!”

Hitoshi chokes and brushes off the remark. “We have to convince my dads first. And what
about your parents? I…” he doesn't know what to say.

“I don’t care what they think, don’t worry about it.”

Hitoshi figured that would be his answer. “Okay. Well, I’ll talk to Aizawa and Hizashi
tonight, yeah?”

“Mmm, can’t wait,” Denki says happily. “I’m even more excited to share a bed with you–”

“I’m hanging up, Denks.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too.”

Hitoshi chuckles as he ends the call. He eats the last of his sandwich and leans against the
side of his bed, wondering how best to go about asking his dads. He’s sure Hizashi would be
enthusiastic, but Aizawa may take more persuasion.

There’s a knock on his door and he shouts a ‘come in’ as the door opens. One of their cats
runs in first (a tabby Eri had befittingly named Snuggles) (Hitoshi thought it was a tad
unimaginative), followed by his dad.

“I hea– are you eating jam sandwiches on the floor?” Aizawa exclaims. “And without a
plate?” He sighs deeply as the cat sidles up to Hitoshi and rubs against his stomach. “Have all
these years of meticulous parenting been wasted?”

“This isn’t helping my case, huh?”

Aizawa looks around the room at the piles of clothes in heaps around the room, the food
wrappers in a pile on his desk, Denki’s sweater in his bed.

“I don’t think you had much of a case to begin with.”

“Ouch, Dad, words hurt.” Hitoshi pretends to be wounded. “Anyway, what did you come in
here for? Surely not just to ridicule my eating habits.” He picks up Snuggles and attempts to
make her sit on his lap, which she only accepts for a moment before jumping onto his bed
and lying down there.

“I heard you on the phone with Denki.”

Hitoshi mentally runs through everything he said, hoping that he hadn’t mentioned anything
about last night. Hopefully his volume was low enough that Aizawa couldn’t have heard the
numerous sex jokes Denki seems incapable of holding in. He looks at Aizawa for elaboration.

“You’re thinking of moving in together?”

Hitoshi nods slowly.

“And you wanted to ask me and Hizashi for help?”

Another nod. “I think it would be beneficial for us. We’re no longer attending UA and I think
Denki’s already signed with an agency. Also, we can pay you back over time.” He tries to
make it sound like he’s thought about it a lot, so that Aizawa will be more lenient.

The pro-hero ponders the proposal for a few long seconds. “I think you’re right.” Hitoshi
breathes a sigh of relief. “I know Denki’s situation at home is… tense, so I am pleased to
support you, and I know Hizashi will be too.”

Hitoshi opens his mouth to respond but Aizawa continues.

“That doesn’t mean that this is going to be easy. I expect the both of you to be responsible
and I’m not sure how comfortable I feel about the pair of you living alone together.”

Hitoshi scoffs. “Oh, come on Dad, I’m sure you and Hizashi were the same.”
Aizawa begins to glare just as the man in question pokes his head around the door.

“He’s right, you know,” Hizashi smirks. “Remember when we moved in together? You–”
Aizawa’s binding cloth wraps itself around Hizashi’s mouth, effectively shutting him up.

“The point is–” Aizawa says firmly. “I’m sure your father and I can pull some strings and
help make this idea work.”

Hizashi manages to get the cloth off and adds, “Let’s call Denki later and discuss!”

Hitoshi nods and relaxes when his parents finally vacate the room. He immediately texts
Denki, letting him know that convincing the pro-heroes was easier than anticipated.

[babyyy ❤️🥺🍆]
yayayay! so excitsd

[Hitoshi]
I’ll call you again in a few hours to discuss.

[babyyy ❤️🥺🍆]
cool cool! ♡

[Hitoshi]
Xx

His phone beeps again and he finds a bunch of links have been sent to the family group chat
(consisting of him, Aizawa, and Hizashi, though Hitoshi might be able to get them to include
Denki at some point). He clicks on the first one and is sent to a website with apartment
options, the others having similar outcomes. Hitoshi shares a few of his favourites with Denki
to look at later and then lies down with Snuggles on his bed. Denki’s sweater is still draped
over his pillows from a few weeks ago and he picks it up. In a moment of weakness he hugs
it close to his face and inhales deeply (something that should be kind of creepy but he knows
if it’s owner were here he would be fully into it).

He drifts into a dreamless sleep for a while, and when he wakes Snuggles is scratching at his
closed door asking to be let out.

“Dinner time for you, hmm?” he murmurs to the cat and lets her out, yawning. He’s surprised
he even managed to sleep with how difficult it is for him usually. The sounds of Eri and
Hizashi chatting can be heard and he trudges to the kitchen with the remainder of the bread
and jam he’d stolen and returns it. He’s not hungry anymore, even though he should probably
eat. Quietly, he slips back into his room and waits until he hears Eri’s bedroom door close.

Aizawa and Hizashi are waiting in the living room when he finds them, and he video calls
Denki on speakerphone so they can all talk.
 “Hey handsome–” Denki says as soon as he answers.

“Denki, you're on speaker.”

Aizawa snorts and Hizashi waves into the camera.

“Hi Aizawa! And Hizashi!” Denki greets them. He’s wearing a pink shirt that slides off his
shoulders in a mesmerising way (probably one of Mina’s), and Hitoshi has to remind himself
that he’s in a room with his parents. “I had a look at some of the places you suggested! Thank
you so much for helping us out!”

“It’s no problem at all Denki,” Hizashi laughs. “We’re glad to see you two taking initiative.”

Aizawa cuts in, “Now about those apartments–”

They talk for a while, eventually settling on a few that they want to have a look at in person.
Everything’s moving so fast, Hitoshi can’t keep up. It was only a few hours ago that he’d
suggested it, and now living together was seeming more and more like a reality, for which
Hitoshi was grateful (if a little nervous). He goes to bed, mind buzzing with new concerns
and thoughts, but it’s exhilarating knowing that he’s moving forward in his life, and with
Denki.

Chapter End Notes

html formatting will be the death of me

(3/4 chapters posted now, sorry for delay! maybe I am becoming one of those fanfic
writers - parents probably breaking up, might have to move house, briefly living with a
very suicidal family friend who then almost died for a completely unrelated reason
today - but we'll continue slaying)
 Chapter 4
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

Over the next few weeks, Hitoshi is set afloat in an ocean of tasks. He and Denki (along with
Hitoshi’s dads) spend a few days visiting potential apartments, and after much deliberation
settle on one near the centre of the city, and near the hero agency Denki managed to sign with
before graduating. The agency had had their eye on him since the very first sports festival
(even if he’d been so easily beaten by Ibara), in awe of the sheer amount of electricity Denki
had released. He’d honed his skills significantly since then, and was very excited to finally be
on the frontlines of stopping crime in the city. Especially as an omega, of which there were
irritatingly few in their line of work. Hitoshi, on the other hand, was trying to accept the fact
that he’d be working at Aizawa and Hizashi’s on-the-side book/record store until an agency
picked him up. Apparently the stigma that psychic or mental quirks had meant that agencies
were reluctant to hire him.

Regardless, he and Denki were moving in together today. The apartment that Hitoshi’s
generous fathers had helped them buy had two bedrooms (Denki had protested but Hitoshi
assured him that they could sleep in the same one), a reasonably spacious kitchen and lounge
area, and views overlooking the heart of the city. Aizawa had, in fact, been able to pull a few
strings and even though Hitoshi loathed to think of the cost, he was adamant that they would
pay them back in full, no matter how long it took. This whole thing was becoming more
expensive than Hitoshi had anticipated, he’d had no idea just how much stuff you needed in a
house.

Thankfully he and Denki had already made a few trips to get second hand things like plates
and cutlery, but then there was bedding, fridges, furniture – the list went on. Most of it they
bought and shuttled to the new apartment over a few days, and now they were trying to
navigate a grocery store for the rest of it.

Denki evidently had a habit of finding the most phallic vegetables and appliances he could
and showing them to Hitoshi with a grin and an offhand comment like ‘hmm, could be
bigger’ or ‘doesn’t compare to the real thing’ while Hitoshi tried to pretend he wasn’t
associated with him. It made shopping together a struggle, as Hitoshi found out the hard way.
He’d thought once they got out of the produce section that would be the end of it, but alas
Denki’s libido was relentless.

“Do we need a can opener?” Denki asks as they pass a shelf with all manner of kitchen
utensils.

“I guess we do if we buy cans without those little pulling things,” Hitoshi replies as Denki
puts it in their shopping cart and returns to the shelf.

“How about one of these?”

Hitoshi turns around when Denki doesn’t elaborate, falling right into his trap. He’s holding a
whisk, inspecting it carefully with the hint of a sly smile.

“Think it would feel nice?”

“Denki oh my god– please.”

“Please what?” Denki grins. “Buy it?”

“Well– yes we might actually need a whisk if we’re going to make omelettes or something–”
Hitoshi considers.

“Excuses, excuses,” Denki says with a wink.

Hitoshi groans.

It had been barely three weeks since Denki’s heat and apparently he couldn’t keep it in his
pants any longer. Hitoshi has a ridiculous idea that stirs in the pit of his stomach. When they
pass the personal hygiene section Hitoshi adds to the cart - much to Denki’s surprise and sly
delight - several boxes of condoms and the like, along with the toothbrushes, shampoo, and
soap.

“My my ‘Toshi, has my obnoxiousness been working? Want me to run back and buy those
cucumbers we saw earlier?” Denki says with a cunning smile.

“I don’t think we’ll be needing those.” Hitoshi says, matching his tone. “Like you said earlier,
‘they don’t compare to the real thing’.”

Denki is visibly thrumming with excitement at the sudden change in mood. His cheeks are a
little pinker and his eyes a little brighter throughout the rest of the shopping trip, but Hitoshi
isn’t going to let that hinder their errands for the day.

Fortunately, they don’t need to go to the trouble of buying a new bed since Hitoshi’s double
will suffice, but there’s still the matter of pillows and towels and blankets and who knows
what else. After escaping the grocery store, they head to the nearest place that’ll sell them
whatever else they need. Denki is hopelessly sidetracked once more, but luckily Hitoshi can’t
see anything vaguely sexual for him to make fun of. As he sorts through piles of linen Denki
picks up a phone call.

“Minaaaaa!” Denki squeals. “I’m so glad you called, I'm sick of shopping.”

“What do you mean ‘sick of shopping’?” Mina laughs over the phone. “You love shopping!”

“Yeah, clothes shopping, not house shopping,” he whines. “Hitoshi’s list is soooo long.”

“Wait Denki – why are you – are you moving in with Hitoshi??”

“Omg I forgot to tell you!”

Hitoshi is taken aback at the exclamation. Surely Denki would have mentioned such a major
event in his life to his best friend? Then again, he’d been so preoccupied lately, it must have
slipped his mind.

“Damn right you forgot to tell me! This is huge, Denks!”

Hitoshi feels vaguely affronted that she would use his nickname. He shakes it off. Fucking
protective alpha bullshit. It’s just a nickname.

“I know, I know!” Denki says. “Once we officially move in you need to come over! I don’t
think it's too far from your apartment either!”

Denki glances over at Hitoshi and the alpha suddenly realises he’d been releasing rather
menacing pheromones and quickly retracts them. He sees Denki visibly relax and mentally
scolds himself for not controlling his emotions better.

“Okay, yes! This is so exciting, Denki!” Mina yells over the phone enthusiastically. “Make
sure Hitoshi is being nice and listening to you or I swear to god–”

“He is, I promise!” Denki shoots a dazzling smile Hitoshi’s way. “There’s just way more stuff
to do than I thought there would be.”

To be honest, all he’d been thinking about was escaping his parents’ house as soon as
possible. Thanks to Hitoshi’s understanding dads, it had happened faster than he’d expected,
and for that he was grateful. He’d managed to stay at Mina’s for a night or so after the whole
heat debacle, then realised he couldn’t keep wearing her clothes forever, and decided to risk
going back to his house. That particular trip had been eventful, to say the least. Denki had
attempted to sneak through the back door (he would have tried his window if it wasn’t
locked) and come face to face with the people one would call his parents.

He tried to turn around and leave, but obviously wasn’t fast enough. An argument ensued
with no regard for the neighbours whatsoever. Apparently the hickeys along his throat hadn’t
faded as much as he’d thought, and that quickly became a target in the altercation. Denki
remembered the phrase ‘marked up like a fucking whore’ being thrown in his direction, but
he paid it no mind. Such was the norm for him, unfortunately. He managed to shut himself in
his childhood bedroom and fill several bags with his possessions and clothes (as much as he
could physically carry, so as to prevent having to return), and then forced himself out of the
house and out of the situation. He didn’t cry. It felt pointless to waste tears on them.

After that, Denki slept at Mina’s mostly, and Hitoshi’s for a couple of nights (on a mattress on
the floor, because his dads were still suspicious) (that didn’t stop him crawling into Hitoshi’s
bed to cuddle anyway). Now, however, he’s free. And tonight will be their first night together
in their own place. Denki has been vibrating with exhilaration all day, and his conversation
with Mina only heightens that.

“Oh my god, Mina! We’re going to get to share a bed!” he whispers into his phone.

“Yes, Denki, I know,” she sighs. “You’ve already told me twice!”

Denki giggles. “Sorry!”

“It’s fine Denks,” she laughs. “But I think you need to help out your boyfriend! From what
you’ve told me there’s a lot to do!”

“I feel like I’m just a hindrance though.”

“Ooh, fancy word!” Mina exclaims. “Babes, I’m sure you’re fine. Go have fun with Hitoshi!
Text me later!”

“Okay byeee!” Denki says as she hangs up.

Hitoshi puts down the bedside lamp he was inspecting. “How’s Mina?”

“She’s good!” Denki beams at him and Hitoshi melts a little, humming in response. He
wanders over to a pile of blankets and starts rubbing the fabric, trying to find the softest ones.

“I already got a few blankets,” Hitoshi says.

“Hmm, but are yours good enough for nesting?”

“N–nesting?” Hitoshi splutters.

“Gotta be prepared for my next heat!” Denki grins. “Comfort is my top priority.”

“Oh, alright.” The alpha’s face is red. “You can choose the ones you like then.”

Denki does so with glee, flitting around the store and choosing things he likes the look of,
piling it all into a cart that Hitoshi dutifully pushes around. The omega restrains himself more
than Hitoshi would have thought, but it’s still a lot.

Once they pay for it all (Hitoshi doesn’t want to think about the cost), they pile into Aizawa’s
car that they’d been borrowing for the past week. They really need to get their own, they
can’t keep relying on Hitoshi’s dads for everything. On the drive home (it’s so strange to be
able to call a place their own, the word ‘home’ still feels so foreign), Denki blasts pop
through the speakers, chatting about who knows what. Hitoshi’s mind is elsewhere. It’s not
until Denki brings up his job at a hero agency that Hitoshi finally begins to pay attention.

“So I think I’m starting out just part time, you know?” he says. Hitoshi gives a hum of
acknowledgement. “That way I can get to know the ropes, all that jazz.”

The light at the intersection goes red and Hitoshi slows down to wait. Denki continues. “I
think Shouto might be signed there too - fuck he’s so much better than me though, anything I
do is gonna look like childs play compared to him!”

“Don’t doubt yourself too much. The agency signed you for a reason,” Hitoshi says. “I’m
sure there’s stuff you can do that he can’t.”

“What, like charge phones?” Denki laughs. “Speaking of Shouto, he and Izuku still aren’t
together are they?”
“Yeah, no thanks to either of them,” Hitoshi remarks.

“Does Izuku like Shouto back?”

“I think he’s so oblivious he can’t figure out his own feelings, let alone Shouto’s. But yeah, I
think he does.”

Denki slumps back in his seat. “Huh.” Every time he’s seen the pair together there’s a
tangible tension between them, bordering on unbearable, both of them releasing pheromones
that the other is too stupid to pick up. “They really need to fuck.”

Hitoshi snorts. “Probably. Though they might need to talk first, or at least be direct about
their feelings.”

“Yeah that might help, huh,” Denki chuckles.

They arrive at their newly bought apartment in the late afternoon (Denki made a few stops
along the way for all manner of reasons), and the light of the sun is glowing more golden
than ever. Carrying several bags each (they are not going to climb up 7 flights of stairs more
than once if they can help it) (there’s an elevator they’re just being stubborn), they make their
way to their new home. It’s not like it’s the first time they’ve seen it, but tonight they’re
officially moving in. They've got a key each, as well as a spare they managed to get cut
because neither of them are very good with keeping track of things. When they walk inside
there’s a spot for shoes (no shoe rack yet, Hitoshi’s keeping a mental list of everything
they’re missing), and a kitchen-lounge area that currently contains a few stray boxes and two
second hand chairs they’d managed to purchase the day before.

There was also the problem of Denki’s family. The pair had made a brief trip to Denki’s
parent’s house when they were sure they would be out, retrieving the last few essential things
he hadn’t picked up the first time. Hitoshi was always hesitant to bring it up, but Denki had
assured him that his parents wouldn’t care less if he left, in fact they’d probably be grateful.
So they’d left it at that. On their trips around the city preparing to move in together Hitoshi
had made sure Denki would have the things he needed, being extra thorough to ensure his
comfort.

There had been moments over the past couple weeks where Hitoshi worried that they'd been
too hasty, throwing themselves into cohabitation without enough of a plan for their shared
future. What if living with Hitoshi made Denki realise what a sorry excuse for a boyfriend
Hitoshi was? These thoughts ran rampant in his mind, but he figured that living with him
would surely be better than his situation at ‘home’. Surely.

It feels like they’ve barely put down their bags when Hitoshi receives a message that the
moving truck they’d hired was there. He’d protested against getting one, adamant that they’d
be able to move without one (and albeit a lot of car trips), but Hizashi insisted it would be
easier (and Hitoshi had to admit he was right). A couple burly alphas help bring up the bed,
fridge, washing machine and other furniture, as well as the boxes of belongings they’d
packed. It’s a lengthy process, and he can see Denki starting to wane as the evening stretches
on.

By the time they’ve unloaded everything (and lugged it all up to the seventh floor), Hitoshi is
exhausted. The lounge floor is covered in stuff, and the fact that most of it is unlabeled
doesn’t help (Aizawa had told him that it would save him a lot of time, but apparently his
rebellious teen phase hadn’t ended and he didn’t follow the advice). Heaving himself off the
floor, Hitoshi forces himself to search the boxes for cooking utensils. He’ll be damned if he
doesn’t feed his boyfriend the first night they’re together (fucking protective alpha bullshit).

Eventually he lands on the right box and grabs the bag of groceries they’d bought as well.
Denki is collapsed on the cheap sofa on the other side of the room they’d purchased, not
asleep but too tired to properly get up. As soon as Hitoshi locates the chopping board and
starts frying onions he rises though, clearly dragged out of his daze by the smell drifting from
the kitchen area.

“Mmm what are you making,” Denki mumbles, walking sluggishly over to where Hitoshi is
dicing vegetables (the phallic ones that Denki had made such fun of before).
“Probably just fried rice or something,” he replies, noting the way Denki’s face twitches into
a grin as he watches.

“I didn’t know you cooked,” the omega says, peering over Hitoshi’s shoulder.

“You can’t live with Hizashi and not learn how to cook,” he snorts softly. Hitoshi passes
Denki a pair of carrots. “Wanna chop those up for me?”

Denki takes them with a sly smile, recalling the grocery store conversations. Hitoshi rolls his
eyes and turns away before he can see Denki make obscene gestures with the orange
vegetables.

“‘Course I can,” Denki says, giving Hitoshi a firm kiss before setting the vegetables down on
the board. The kiss is a little harder than is strictly necessary, and Hitoshi notices. As the rice
cooks Denki turns Hitoshi to him, back against the counter, arms over his shoulders. He
kisses him again, breathless and pink.

“What’s all this about?” Hitoshi says with the hint of a smirk. He knows what this is about -
he partially instigated it after all - and he wants it.

“I’m just really happy,” Denki says, beaming. “I’m so glad I have you, and that we’re living
together, and – and –” his eyes start welling up with tears and Hitoshi is alarmed, hands
reaching up to brush Denki’s face.

“You okay?” Hitoshi asks. Was this whole situation too much? Did he regret moving in
together?

“Yeah! Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying,” Denki sort of half laughs-half sobs.

“It’s okay, you’re allowed to cry.” Hitoshi hugs him closer, then abruptly breaks apart in
dismay when he realises the rice has been ignored for too long. Denki loops his arms around
Hitoshi’s waist as he stirs, and when it’s ready they fill a pair of bowls and sit on the floor of
the living room to eat, backs against the sofa. There are massive windows overlooking the
city on this side of the apartment, the night sky pitch black and thousands of bright lights
shining through the darkness. It’s beautiful. Denki leans against Hitoshi’s shoulder as they
eat, savouring the food and the feeling.

“This is so good,” he says, through a mouthful of rice. Hitoshi smiles at the compliment.

When they’re finished, they stand together at the sink washing the dishes (the dishwasher
isn’t running yet), Hitoshi drying as Denki washes. It’s so blissful and domestic and Hitoshi
wishes time would freeze just for a little longer. Denki cleans the last dish and wipes down
the bench, sidling up to Hitoshi and pecking him on the cheek. The alpha chuckles internally
at the kiss, absolutely in awe of how adorable his boyfriend is. Denki kisses him again, on the
jaw, making it very difficult to dry dishes. When the third kiss lands on his neck, Hitoshi
knows where this is going. He quickly dries the last few things as Denki peppers kisses along
his throat, putting down the dish towel to give Denki his full attention.

The omega takes full advantage of this, pushing himself against Hitoshi and kissing him
harder. It’s hot and slow and everything Hitoshi needs. He responds with just as much vigour,
pushing his fingertips into Denkis –ridiculously tiny– waist and breathing deeply through his
nose (his mouth is occupied until further notice). Denki rubs himself into Hitoshi and sighs
into his boyfriend’s mouth, soft and pliable in his hands.

The strong scent of a horny omega and his alpha permeates through the kitchen, their kisses
turning frantic and sloppy. Hitoshi picks Denki up with a strength he didn’t know he had and
sets him down on the counter, never once breaking their kiss. Denki’s hands are immediately
at the alpha’s sides, pulling at his hoodie, his shirt, until his chest is bare and rising heavily
with exertion.

“Hitoshi,” Denki breathes. He runs his hands along Hitoshi’s torso, smiling at the softness of
his stomach, the trail of hair leading down into his trousers. Trousers that strain against a
growing pressure, a coil winding tight in Hitoshi’s gut. “I’ve wanted you all day.”

Hitoshi snorts. “That was fairly obvious, Denks.”

Denki waggles his eyebrows.“Ah, but I think you’ve wanted me too.” He touches his lips to
spots along Hitoshi’s neck. “Unless I’ve read you completely wrong.”

Hitoshi breathes deeply, recalling the grocery store. A cucumber never looked so good in
Denki’s hands. He decides not to respond, preferring to push Denki onto his back on the
counter, thighs spread, framing Hitoshi’s hips. He’s still wearing his clothes. That won’t do.
Mouth firmly latched onto Denki, Hitoshi fumbles his fingers into the loose shorts he’s
wearing, ignoring his anxious brain telling him to slow down. He doesn’t want to slow down.
He hasn’t been with his boyfriend in weeks. He gasps when his hands meet bare skin
underneath, unprepared for anything other than underwear.

Denki giggles and groans, twisting his hips around to meet Hitoshi’s hand.

“Were you – this whole time?” Hitoshi asks in disbelief.

Denki bites his lip (annoyingly attractive as usual). “Maybe.” Hitoshi’s eyes widen. Denki
pushes himself up on one hand and grabs the back of Hitoshi’s neck when he takes too long
to continue, licking into his mouth and kissing him silly. He pulls off his shorts in a flash,
watching Hitoshi’s face go red as his cock springs free.

“No?” Denki teases.

“Fuck, yes, Denki.” That urge to lick the entire length of the omega from his lips to his –
fuck– his thighs is back and this time Hitoshi might give in.

Soon Denki is naked on the kitchen counter, pulling Hitoshi into him and devouring his
mouth like there’s no tomorrow. His fingers are fisted into the alpha’s remaining clothing, the
only thing preventing him from being taken right then and there. He’s so incredibly, painfully,
delirious with joy that it's hard to think. Hitoshi’s tongue is so deep inside his mouth he
doesn’t know where he ends and the alpha begins, and it’s wonderful. Further down, his hole
aches, trying to tighten around air, begging to be filled. He rubs against Hitoshi to satisfy the
want but it’s not enough.

They part for a moment, long enough for Denki to whine and gasp, “Please–” He takes hold
of Hitoshi’s hand and directs it downwards, fluttering when he makes contact. Hitoshi is
gasping too, and Denki can make out a look in his eyes that’s a mixture of shock, insecurity,
and blinding want. He lets a finger brush past Denki’s hole and the omega’s whole body
lurches.

“Yes, yes, yes, there,” he breathes, and feels like crying when the hand retreats suddenly.

“Denki, you’re not in heat,” Hitoshi says.

“And?” He lets out a frustrated huff and whines when Hitoshi extracts himself from Denki’s
limbs.

“One moment.” Hitoshi steps away and it’s the longest moment of Denki’s life. He watches
his boyfriend, flushed and sweaty, rummage through shopping bags until he returns with
packets of condoms and lube. The outline of Hitoshi’s dick is so prominent a shiver runs
through Denki at the sight. Why can’t he just hurry up and–

“Here,” he breathes, slotting himself back between Denki’s thighs and struggling to open the
bottle of lube. He drizzles some on his fingers, letting it warm up before spreading it over
Denki’s hole. His brain is foggy with lust, but he isn’t going to let that hinder this night.
Denki pushes himself against his fingers, and Hitoshi lets them slip inside him one at a time.
He’s in awe of how easy it is (though not compared to Denki in heat), and suddenly he’s all
too aware of his own situation. He realises he has a problem with trying to satisfy his omega
over himself, and he’s okay with that. He’d prefer that to being a selfish alpha who only cares
about themself.

Denki quickly (and enthusiastically) helps him strip, and suddenly he’s naked everywhere.
He fights down the dregs of anxiety about being so exposed that threaten to overwhelm him,
but when he sees how Denki looks at him everything seems alright. The way he’s biting his
lip and the messy blond hair that sticks to the sides of his face– Hitoshi can’t handle it. He
bends down and laps Denki up, kissing him almost desperately. Hands tangle themselves in
his purple hair and their bodies slide against each other with each movement. He startles
when Denki reaches down between them and tenderly touches Hitoshi. His fingers are so soft
and his skin is milky.

Everything an omega is meant to be. Hitoshi can’t help but compare himself. Another touch
from Denki forces the thoughts to evaporate.

“Can I–?” he asks, but there’s no need to, Hitoshi wants it all. He nods as Denki rolls a
condom down his length, struggling to breathe at the sensations. Denki leans back onto the
counter (which can’t be comfortable, but he hasn’t complained once) and gently presents
himself, spreading his legs for Hitoshi. The alpha kisses him with an intensity that tries to
convey more than he can articulate. He travels the length of Denki’s body, placing kisses at
every interval before he reaches his hips. There, he grasps and uses to steady his body as he
eases himself slowly inside. They gasp in unison, Denki’s breath hitching with each push.

“Aah, aah, ‘Toshi–” He’s trembling, they both are, but the pleasure that comes as Hitoshi lets
the omega swallow him up makes up for the effort. He doesn’t think he’ll get used to being
inside Denki any time soon, so lets himself rest for a moment, trying to grasp some
semblance of control. That moment is fleeting, Denki quickly growing impatient and
attempting to wiggle his hips for friction.

“Hitoshiiii,” he whines, pouting a little, and it’s the most adorable thing Hitoshi has had the
privilege to bear witness to.

“Give me a second, Denks–” the alpha says as he tries to gather himself. Denki leans up, the
look in his eyes taking on a sly nature. With his index finger, he lifts Hitoshi’s chin up and
whispers into his ear.

“I want you to fuck me, Hitoshi.” The words scramble what is left of Hitoshi’s
comprehensible thoughts and a shiver runs through his body. Where the actual fuck did Denki
learn to be so effortlessly sexy? He doesn’t ponder on the thought any longer, letting Denki
lie back on the counter and thrusting into him. He gains force slowly but surely until Denki’s
thighs jiggle with each push, his mouth persistently open with gasps and moans below his
boyfriend. Hitoshi keeps his hands steady beside the omega, letting his hips do the work.
Denki, on the other hand, lets his hands wander, tracing the alpha’s arms, his sides, touching
his own chest.

He pulls Denki towards him at some point, his lips feeling lonely as he pounds into his
boyfriend’s ass. The kisses are broken with breath as they both reach a high of pleasure, so
close but so far. He can’t help it, he feels embarrassed about how soon it is but he needs to
come. Hitoshi’s hips stutter suddenly as he does and his knees knock into the counter, Denki
falling back hard on his back.

“Fuck!” Hitoshi exclaims, reaching for Denki as he falls. The omega bursts into laughter,
even though he must have slapped his skin painfully on the surface. “Oh my god, Denki, are
you alright?”
The omega grins from on top of the counter. “Maybe we should move somewhere else.”
Hitoshi moves to extract himself from Denki but is thwarted as the blond holds him in place.

“Wait – pick me up.”

“Pick you – Denki I don’t know if I can do that.” It was less that he couldn’t (the omega was
slight, it wouldn’t be too difficult) and more that he was worried his legs would give out after
that orgasm and that his dick would slide even further inside.

Denki shuffles forward and sits up (ass clenched firmly around Hitoshi’s dick). “Try.”

So Hitoshi does, he takes hold of the place where Denki’s ass met his thighs and hoists him
into his chest. His dick does, in fact, manage to reach further in, and the gasp from Denki
affirms it.

“You alright?” He asks to an enthusiastic nod. Denki clasps his hands around Hitoshi’s back
as he leads them to the sofa and sits down with the omega on his lap. The feeling of Denki
sinking, settling down onto him brings back memories of the night of his heat. He wants that
again. It’s like Denki can hear his thoughts, and he sets his hands on the alpha’s shoulders as
he slowly starts to lift and sit back down. There’s no rush to it, allowing Hitoshi a break after
coming once and slowly working him back to fully hard.

Hitoshi lets his lips wander along Denki’s arms and neck, taking his time until Denki starts to
up the pace. Thighs slap against each other as he rides him faster, sweat beading along his
forehead, fingertips pressing hard into Hitoshi’s shoulders. Hitoshi can feel him getting closer
- the way his hole tightens around him, the quickening of his breath - and it’s beautiful.

“Denki, baby, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, voice thick and gravelly with lust. He’s
gripping the sofa to stay steady, watching his boyfriend fuck himself on his cock. It’s truly a
sight to behold. Denki bounces, harder, faster, chasing release as Hitoshi takes it all in with
lidded eyes. Is he supposed to do something right now? He settles for running his fingers up
and down Denki’s sides, and brushes one across his nipple.

“Aaahn, fuck,” Denki squirms, his rhythm faltering for a brief second. Hitoshi doesn’t let up,
giving in to the urge to squeeze them, pinch the small bud of flesh. He’d been dying to do this
since the first night they were together, and he rolls one between his finger and thumb. Denki
lets out a cry and comes, white spattering their chests and stomachs.

“Fuck you,” Denki wheezes as he comes around. “I’m so sensitive there!”

Hitoshi lets himself smile a cocky grin, filing the information away for later. He strokes
Denki’s hair, his cheek, and takes hold of his waist. He gently pulls the omega off of him,
cringing at the slick noise (and literal slick) that accompanies the motion. He also kind of
wants to taste it but he’s not giving in to that impulsive thought yet. The drying fluids feel
gross though, and he wants to have a shower. He also sort of wants Denki there with him but
he isn’t sure how to phrase it.

“Hey, Hitoshi,” Denki says, seeing his discomfort. “Wanna have a shower? Together?” He
adds, as if it wasn’t clear. There’s something in his eyes as well that Hitoshi can’t quite place.
He nods as Denki stands and grabs his hand, pulling him through the mess of boxes to the
bathroom. Their bathroom. Hitoshi can already envision their toothbrushes together by the
sink. Denki steps inside and turns on the water, beckoning towards him. This is unchartered
territory. Hitoshi has no idea what happens now.

He steps under the water with Denki, the space barely big enough for both of them. Denki
immediately takes some of the soap they’d bought that day and washes Hitoshi, rubbing his
body with a sensuality Hitoshi isn’t sure is suited to the activity. He can feel himself growing
with interest and he would try to will himself to stop if he wasn’t so sure that this was
Denki’s intention all along. Denki leans up to kiss him (his hands don’t stop roaming the
entirety of Hitoshi’s body), letting the water rinse them both clean.

The kisses begin to grow heated again, charged with the undeniable lust of the two. Hitoshi
has the vaguest thought that getting frisky in the shower could lead to considerable slip
hazards, but it dissipates as soon as Denki’s lips meet his. When the omega takes his hand
and directs it to his ass, Hitoshi knows where this is going. And he suddenly finds that he
doesn’t care that they’ve both already come, that they’re in a shower, and that he’s going to
have to wash himself again. He thanks his earlier self for putting one of the packs of condoms
in the bathroom already, as he rolls a fresh one on.

“Oh, fuck yeah, ‘Toshi,” Denki gasps as his hands grope the flesh of his ass, his finger
quickly finding the slightly puffy opening. “Holy shit, fuck me,” he continues. Apparently his
talkative nature during sex wasn’t just a heat thing. Hitoshi turns him around so he can lean
against the shower wall, spreading his cheeks as he does so. They’re both so hard again, and
Hitoshi’s confidence grows as the night wears on.

“Ready?” He asks, voice taking on a husky note. Denki’s either gonna make fun of him or be
hopelessly horny for it, he just can’t tell which. The omega juts his ass out, Hitoshi’s dick
twitching as he does so. With less hesitation than before, he pushes inside, head dropping at
the feeling of being submerged.

He hears Denki’s laboured breathing and his voice shouting, “Move!” He obeys, the idea of
being still suddenly unbearable as he pummels forward. He falls into a fast-paced rhythm of
thrusts, sliding in and out with each movement. The shower water still falls onto them,
bouncing off their skin and making it more difficult to find purchase against the walls.
Denki’s breathing becomes faster and Hitoshi feels him tighten around his cock. It’s all so
fast and he’s astounded that they both seem so close after such a short break.

“Hitoshi, fuck–” Denki starts, moaning. He gasps out the next words, frantically meeting
Hitoshi’s every thrust. “Call me names!”

Hitoshi’s pace falters marginally as he hesitates, unsure of what exactly his boyfriend means.
“Like, ‘Dylan’?” Denki barks out a laugh at that, turning his head slightly to look into
Hitoshi’s eyes. They bore into the alpha’s skull, clouded with lust. He grips Hitoshi’s chin as
he speaks. “Degrade me.” Hitoshi’s eyes widen. “Treat me like I’m nothing. Make me feel
worthless. Make me yours.” Hitoshi feels like he might faint. “Only if you want to.” Denki
adds in a whisper with a kiss. The alpha wavers for a moment, then nods. He resumes a
breakneck speed and Denki turns back around as his legs shake and he makes those delicious
noises Hitoshi loves.
“How do you want me to speak to you?” Hitoshi says, the tone of his voice turning low and
rough. He feels awkward as fuck until Denki shivers beneath him at the words. He decides to
take it in stride. “Like the slut you are?” That elicits a moan from the man beneath him (even
if Hitoshi felt a little awful saying it to the literal light of his life).

“Yes,” Denki pants, trembling. He’s a sight to behold, something Hitoshi won’t and will
never shut up about. He tests the waters further.

“Hmm? What was that?” Hitoshi asks, slamming into the heat below him like his life
depends on it. “Speak, bitch.”

“Yes!” Denki cries. “I’m your slut, please–” His face is pink with heat as he is rammed into.
Sweat drips down both of them, mixing with the water. The shower is getting too hot.

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me, fill me up, shit–”

Hitoshi suddenly pulls out of Denki much to their equal disappointment.

“What–”

“I don’t want to faint before we finish, sweet thing,” he breathes. “Bedroom?” Denki’s pupils
dilate even further. They practically chase each other out of the bathroom, running naked
through their new home until Hitoshi manages to open the door to their bedroom. Denki
slams him into the door the second it closes, snatching up his lips and grabbing his dick in a
swift movement. He pumps it twice before Hitoshi is flipping them around and pinning
Denki to the door. He mashes his mouth into the omega’s neck, sucking and nipping, letting
Denki’s hand fondle him for a moment. Denki tries to pull Hitoshi back towards his hole with
unmatched fervour.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Hitoshi drawls, completely committed to delivering whatever this is for
Denki’s pleasure. “Want my cock back inside your wet little hole? You’re dripping with
excitement, baby.”

“Please, yes, yes, yes,” Denki groans, his back arching as Hitoshi licks his collarbone and
slides back inside at the same time. Stuttered gasps escape the omega as he is fucked against
the door. Hitoshi thinks about taking him to the bed before he remembers they hadn’t had the
hindsight to make it earlier, a bare mattress lying on the frame. He settles for watching Denki
come apart on his cock, mouth permanently open and eyebrows furrowing with each push.
Hitoshi’s been hammering at his prostate for several minutes now, and it’s a wonder Denki
hasn’t come yet. His dick drips between them, red and full. Hitoshi knows it’s only a matter
of time.

“You like that? Like being fucking impaled on my dick like a whore?”

And Denki comes with a cry, arms gripping Hitoshi like a lifeline, ass clenched so tight that
Hitoshi comes as well, sliding to the floor a heap of bliss. He can’t move for a while, Denki
collapsed limply on top of him. After some time, he strokes his boyfriend’s wet hair.
“Denki?” he asks.

“Hmm.” Denki hums.

“Are you okay?”

A smile spreads over his face. “Shit yeah.”

Hitoshi feels some relief. “I think we should talk about that.”

Denki flushes and hides his face in his hands. “What is there to talk about?”

Hitoshi regards him with a stern fondness. They were both still stark naked on the floor of
their new bedroom, and in desperate need of that shower from earlier.
“How about we wash up first and I’ll make the bed?” Hitoshi suggests, sparing them both
from the conversation for a moment. Denki agrees and stands shakily, all but limping back to
the bathroom. Hitoshi rummages through the stuff strewn over the house in search of sheets
(and a shirt that he throws on so he doesn’t feel completely vulnerable), choosing the softest
ones he can find and blankets to match. It's a satisfying sight having a fully made bed, and
Denki joining him once they’re both clean makes the view that much better. Denki quickly
gets under the covers and motions for Hitoshi to lie next to him, wrapping his arms around
the taller man.

“Sooo…” Denki begins. “Before we get into whatever embarrassing, probably trauma
induced kinks I have, can you tell me why your pheromones were going whack when I was
on the phone with Mina?”

Hitoshi groans. “Well.” He sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair. “She called you
Denks.” He mumbles.

“And?” Denki asks. Then he grins. “Were you jealous?” Hitoshi groans again.

“Maybe.” He admits. “It’s like some stupid alpha instincts or something. Like she was taking
my nickname for you.”

“Aww that’s so cute ‘Toshi!” Denki laughs, snuggling him closer. “Kinda hot too, to be
honest.” Hitoshi playfully slaps his shoulder in response. They breathe for a minute, watching
the rise and fall of each other’s chests (Denki had put on some underwear at least, but the soft
skin of his torso was on display).

“Um.” Hitoshi starts, eloquently. “Can we talk about how I basically degraded you and you
got off on that?” Denki snorts at his wording.

“Yeah, um, I didn’t realise I was into that,” he says. “I just kinda got the urge?”

Hitoshi nods slowly. “I think… if we did that again I want us to use some sort of safe word.
Or maybe the traffic light system.” Denki watches him speak. “I would feel better knowing
you were okay - not that I couldn’t see you literally begging for it - but I was worried about
hurting you.”
“You won’t hurt me! They’re just words,” Denki says. “My parents have said a whole lot
worse.” He laughs.

Hitoshi frowns. “That’s just it. I don’t want to be like that towards you.” He reaches out and
traces Denki’s face. They have a side lamp that casts a soft light across the room, and it
flickers across the omega’s face. “Also it feels like I’m perpetuating alpha stereotypes of
being dominating and selfish.”

Denki contemplates his thoughts. “I think… it's different from my parents. Because you tell
me you love me afterwards.” Hitoshi puts his face in Denki’s neck, breathing in his scent,
craving closeness. “I really do love you,” he mumbles into the skin.

“Also don’t worry about the alpha shit, because I’m hella into it,” Denki says. “Though I
didn’t expect you to be?” He phrases it like a question. God damn this beautiful human and
his stupid statements that turn into questions.

“I’m not entirely sure that I am.” Hitoshi responds. “I definitely got into it and I did enjoy the
sense of authority in a way, but if anything I’ve got a praise kink.”

Denki sniggers and kisses his forehead. “Thanks for the intel, I’ll be sure to abuse that piece
of information later.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes, a faint pink staining his cheeks.
“It still doesn't sit right with me that I called you names that you have bad memories with.”
Denki doesn't talk about it often (and when he does it’s in a passing comment and usually
followed by self deprecating laughter), but Hitoshi often worries about the effects it has had
on him. Hitoshi hadn’t had the best time in the foster care system, but when Aizawa and
Hizashi had adopted him he’d slowly begun to improve - emotionally, socially, even
physically when he got accepted into the hero course.

He knows Denki hadn’t had that same luxury.

“Yeah,” Denki acknowledges. “Maybe for me it’s a reclaiming thing? Trying to reassociate
those words with positive experiences. If that makes sense.”

“Mm. Yeah,” Hitoshi says. “You’ll tell me if there’s anything I can do to help with that?” He
didn’t intend it to sound suggestive but Denki giggles anyway.

“Yep.” He leans over and lies on Hitoshi’s chest. “That was really good though. Even if my
ass hurts like hell.”

Hitoshi snorts. “Want to top sometime instead?”

The reaction from Denki is more positive than expected. “Maybe! Although I think it would
be difficult going against natural omega instincts? Kinda makes me both super hard and
wanna vomit thinking about it.” Hitoshi laughs at that (honestly the same was true for him).

The omega yawns wide and Hitoshi kisses his mouth when it shuts. “Should I turn off the
light?”
 Denki nods. “Our first night sleeping in our new home! I think we’ve successfully christened
the house with that sex tour.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes.

“Goodnight Denki,” he says, flipping the lightswitch and folding his arms around his
boyfriend. “Night ‘Toshi!” he replies.

Chapter End Notes

okay this is it for now! gonna mark it as completed bc I reckon it's fine as a standalone,
but there's the potential for more updates in the future if I have the time and energy.
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