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Katsuki Bakugou’s life was going as well as could be expected for a hero student. He’d been enrolled at UA for a few months now and despite a few setbacks and hurdles, he was still progressing towards his dream - becoming the number one hero. As an omega, things were sometimes more difficult than they should be, but he was proud to have made it this far and was determined to work his ass off to become the best. 

Sometimes, he caught himself getting buried in thoughts of his own weakness. How he’d been attacked by a sludge monster and how the only one in a crowd of heroes and civilians to help him had been Deku of all people. How he’d then lost his first fight - well, hero lesson - against Deku. As if Katsuki’s fragile ego wasn’t already shaken enough. 

In fact, since starting at UA, he’d learned a lot about himself and his place in hero society. From being the one with the strongest quirk in an entire school to being one of many. From being the top student in terms of grades to being third. Not to mention dealing with the fact that apparently Deku had a quirk. And a strong one, at that. Or that Katsuki was the only omega student in the hero course. 

It was a lot to take in and he didn’t necessarily have the best coping mechanisms. His main go-to was anger and his second was bottling stuff up. Neither of which were very productive, but it wasn’t like anyone was providing him with better alternatives. He often felt anxious and stressed, but assumed most students felt that way. The hero program at UA was notoriously rigorous, but he was determined to see it through so he could become the number one hero someday.

Regardless of these setbacks and his occasionally rocky sense of self worth, he’d finally settled into a rhythm at UA. He’d made some friends. He was getting better at using his quirk. It felt like he had finally hit his stride and things were looking up.

Until today.

The second he stepped into the classroom, Katsuki could tell something was off. Aizawa was pacing around the classroom, eyes dark and mouth twisted into a grimace. The air was heavy with a new scent and his usually boisterous classmates were all quiet and watchful as they came in and found their seats. Iida tried to talk to Aizawa, but the man ignored him and kept walking.

There were worksheets on the desks, so Iida awkwardly cleared his throat and told everyone to get started on their assignments and to work quietly. The class listened to him, if only because watching Aizawa was freaking them out.

Crossing the room, Katsuki sat down and eyed his teacher warily. He recognized the smell from his own household. Whenever his mother got too worked up or came home from a business trip, she always had an undercurrent of ozone to her alpha scent. 

Katsuki’s omega father had explained it to him a long time ago, way before their shitty middle school curriculum touched on it. Apparently, back in the old days of pre-civilization packs, alphas and omegas developed a mutually beneficial relationship centered around breastfeeding. Since omegas lactated continuously from puberty until menopause, milk became an ideal currency for maintaining pack connections. By breastfeeding, omegas received protection from alphas, reduced the painful pressure of a constant milk supply, and experienced calming endorphins during the feeding. Alphas received nutrients, aggression-reducing hormones, and developed emotional bonds with the omegas.

Packs weren’t really an ‘official’ thing anymore. Alphas and omegas were becoming quite rare, and betas had nothing to do with pack dynamics at all. Omegas still felt the instinctual pull towards alphas in their families and close social circles, and vice versa, but it was more unspoken these days. Alphas and omegas continued to form close, trusting bonds between each other and breastfeeding still played a key role. Alphas simply couldn’t go too long without an omega’s milk. Thirsty alphas were a risk, as their elevated levels of aggression and rage were a very real problem for unsuspecting omegas and society as a whole. 

Milk was the solution, so breastfeeding between omegas and alphas was the norm and had been since human existence began. Generally, it was an omega dam feeding their mate and offspring. In modern society, omegas could also work for companies or agencies and serve as wet nurses for unrelated alphas. Other, seedier business venues existed as well.

Whenever Mitsuki started to smell or act more aggressive than usual, Masaru would make himself comfortable on the couch or bed and pull up his shirt. Sometimes Mitsuki tried to resist, but seeing the omega’s milky pecs was like a siren call and eventually she would give in and curl up next to him to feed. After she was done, she’d be calmer and her scent would be back to normal. Masaru always seemed happier afterwards too.

Katsuki had never really thought anything of it, since he grew up around this frequent ritual. Having been born an omega himself, he knew that someday he’d feel the desire to help an alpha by letting them drink his milk. He’d just never been around alphas other than his mother much, since most people didn’t present pheromones until puberty and his middle school classes never contained any alphas. And so, his milk went unused. 

And god, did he produce a lot of milk. He’d always had large pecs, but once he started strength training in preparation for UA, it was like they doubled in size and roundness. Ever since puberty, he’d produced so much milk that he needed to drain it twice a day. He usually just expressed it by hand in the shower or down the sink drain, which seemed like a waste, but what else was he supposed to do? His mother fed from his father, so he had no one to share it with.

Thanks to his brash outer personality, people often assumed that Katsuki was a cruel, nasty person and a ‘bad’ omega in the eyes of society. Teachers and fellow students often judged him before they even knew him, writing him off as someone who didn’t think things through or care deeply for others. Which was bullshit, of course. He paid attention to other people and often noticed when they were upset or hiding something way before anyone else even had a clue. He was just a private person who tended to internalize things and self-reflect instead of shout to the rooftops all his intimate feelings or observations. 

Well, he shouted a lot, but it was mostly for show and he tended to yell shit that didn’t even mean anything. It was just like a boiling tea kettle releasing steam so it didn’t explode. He wasn’t heartless. And he wasn’t exempt from his inner omega’s instinctual needs and desires. He wanted to feed alphas too. Wanted to be close to them. Eventually, he wanted to become mates with one someday. He just wanted all that while also wanting to be a hero. And since that was his current and most difficult goal, that’s the one he focused on and talked about the most.

Aizawa made a weird noise and sped up his pacing, his pheromones seeming to grow darker and more aggressive with each passing second. Katsuki felt like the air was laced with a message meant just for him, and he instinctively started to decipher it. 

Something inside Katsuki was stirring and he felt his chest throb. He was so full of milk, it hurt. He hadn’t expressed any since last night and was paying the price for it now. As Aizawa’s ozone-tinted scent continued to swirl around Katsuki’s head, he sighed and started to unbutton his shirt. The solution was clear to him. He respected Aizawa as a teacher and an alpha. He was more than willing to help calm the alpha down and frankly, he was the only one in the room who could. Katsuki was the sole omega in the entire UA hero course. Omega heroes weren’t unheard of, but they were rare. That wouldn’t stop him from becoming the number one hero eventually though.

But first, he had to handle his agitated teacher who was now actually growling as he prowled the room. 

He wasn’t really surprised that Aizawa didn’t have a steady supply of omega milk. The guy was clearly a loner and balanced two full-time jobs as both a teacher and a pro hero. No doubt Aizawa was forced to rely on milk bars - establishments that charged by the minute and allowed alphas to feed from omega employees. They were poorly regulated and notoriously expensive. As officials cracked down on health code issues and worker rights violations, they were also becoming increasingly rare. 

Despite decades of trying, no one had been able to accurately synthesize omega milk or the alpha-calming enzymes. Hell, they hadn’t even found a way to package and distribute the milk itself either. Once the milk’s temperature changed even slightly up or down or if too much time passed, the enzymes broke down and became inert. The milk was still fine for babies or base sustenance, but no longer helped to curb alpha aggression.

Katsuki wasn’t sure how long Aizawa had gone without having any milk, but if he had to guess it was probably a couple of weeks at least. The growling was louder now and Katsuki shifted in his seat to see that Aizawa’s pacing was mostly on his side of the classroom. Interesting.

Shirt unbuttoned, Katsuki pulled the fabric away from his chest and revealed his slightly swollen pecs to the cold air. His nipples hardened instantly and he could feel some milk already beading up since he was so full. Aizawa’s head snapped towards him and Katsuki huffed and gestured a ‘come here’ with his hand like his father sometimes did. The teacher hesitated for a moment before striding over and kneeling by the blond’s desk. 

Reaching out, Katsuki gently cupped the back of Aizawa’s head and pulled it towards his chest. The man’s stubble was a bit rough on his sensitive skin, but Katsuki didn’t mind. All he cared about was reducing the pressure in his pecs and calming the alpha down. Within seconds, Aizawa’s lips closed around the left nipple and started to suck. It took a little readjusting, but then the milk slowly began to flow.

Katsuki sighed and leaned back in his seat a bit, pushing his chest towards Aizawa’s mouth. As the alpha started up a steady rhythm and the milk streamed out smoothly, Katsuki found his brain going a bit fuzzy. He’d never had someone drink from him before, he’d only ever squeezed it out with his own hands. The sensation of a hot, wet mouth on him felt incredible. Aizawa’s lips created firm suction that rhythmically tugged at his nipple. The flow of milk was so easy and steady - it felt a million times better than when he squeezed it out by hand.

His father had mentioned endorphins, but he wasn’t expecting something as strong as this. Within seconds, his head felt floaty and relaxed. All he really cared about in this moment was the alpha suckling at his chest. 

Fuck, this felt good. It felt right. 

Plus, instead of his milk being washed down the drain and wasted, it was helping his teacher. A man who’d always stood up for Katsuki and his heroic nature. An alpha who had protected him several times. Knowing that he was now helping Aizawa in return made him feel...satisfied. Calm. Peaceful. New feelings for Katsuki, but nice ones nonetheless. 

So Katsuki gave into the hormones and all the feel-good chemicals telling him to be relaxed, still, and affectionate. Stroking his hand through Aizawa’s hair slowly as he helped support the man’s head, Katsuki watched contentedly as his teacher drank his fill. The man’s eyes were closed and he was gentle but insistent in his suckling. The ozone scent was already dissipating and being replaced by mutual calming pheromones from both alpha and omega.

“You guys are seeing this too, right?” Kaminari asked loudly, causing Katsuki to slowly turn his head.

The entire class was staring at him and Aizawa, most of them looking shocked. The room was silent aside from the quiet sound of their teacher feeding.

This was nothing new to Katsuki, but apparently his beta classmates were taken aback. Omegas breastfeeding alphas wasn’t a taboo per se, but as society became predominantly made up of more and more betas with each generation, the practice wasn’t as common outside of private homes, milk-oriented businesses, and dedicated milking rooms at companies. A bunch of beta high schoolers had probably never seen anything like this in real life, only on TV.

Class 1-A consisted of one omega, two alphas, and seventeen betas. To their credit, the alphas, Todoroki and Iida, didn’t look surprised. No doubt they fed from their omega dams at home, or maybe their family hired an omega wet nurse. And unlike the betas, they had been able to smell Aizawa’s pheromones and probably recognized them for what they were. Without pheromones as a reference, the betas had just watched their strict, rational teacher growl and pace around before breastfeeding from the loudest, grumpiest boy in class. 

“Oi, get back to work,” he snapped, though he felt too relaxed to get truly upset. “Sensei doesn’t have a hero agency and the school doesn’t provide an omega milk service for staff, so he’s probably just pushed himself too long. It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, but...it’s weird, right? For an adult to feed from a minor, right? It’s weird?” Kaminari said, looking around for people to back him up.

“Yeah, why doesn’t Sensei just go to a milk bar or something?” Ashido asked.

“Milk bars are expensive and fuckin’ disgusting,” Katsuki replied, turning to look back at the man still blissfully drinking. “Besides, I trust him so what the fuck does it matter? Better than having it all go to waste.”

No one seemed to have anything to say to that. Or maybe they were too afraid to provoke him or Aizawa. Surely even betas knew not to mess with a feeding alpha.

After a moment of silence, Iida chopped his hand through the air and trumpeted, “Alright everyone, back to work!”

There was some groaning and shuffling, but eventually the class got back to their assignment. Deku was mumbling a mile a minute behind him, but that was nothing new. Katsuki could still see his worksheet past the top of Aizawa’s head, so he read for a bit until the alpha pulled away. Looking down, Katsuki gently twisted his torso a bit and his teacher latched to the right nipple and continued to drink. A fully grown man like Aizawa, especially one with an active hero career, needed a lot of milk and Katsuki was only too happy to oblige. His inner omega was purring with delight and the reduced pressure in his pecs felt amazing. 

It was hard to focus on his worksheet with all the hormones and shit clouding his brain, but he did his best. After another few minutes, Aizawa pulled off and laid his head down in Katsuki’s lap. The alpha was asleep almost instantly. So as not to disturb him, Katsuki didn’t bother refastening his shirt or anything. He just went back to work on his assignment, one hand still petting at long black hair.

The bell rang, but Aizawa didn’t stir. Deciding to let the exhausted man sleep, Katsuki finished up his worksheet. Some of the other students milled around and he could tell that most of them were talking about him, but he ignored it. Who gave a shit about what some extras had to say? Breastfeeding alphas was normal and natural, as far as he was concerned. His parents had never hidden it from him. His mom would feed right there on the couch while they watched TV. She’d even fed at the mall once, after getting into a verbal fight with another alpha in the food court. Katsuki had been more embarrassed about the shouting than having to wait around for his mom to drink her fill so she could calm down. Hell, he’d sat on the bench right next to them.

Present Mic came in and didn’t seem to notice Aizawa or Katsuki at first. After the bell, Mic got the lesson going and everyone seemed to forget about the sleeping teacher. That part, at least, was normal to the class. Aizawa was infamous for sleeping anywhere and everywhere.

Once everyone was quietly working on vocabulary, Present Mic stopped by Katsuki’s desk. 

“Hey Bakugou, everything okay?” Mic  asked, voice surprisingly low for the boisterous man.

“Yeah, Sensei was acting all feral and shit so I gave him some milk. He calmed right down and fell asleep,” Katsuki replied quietly, glancing down at the man in his lap. “I really don’t care, it’s fine.”

Mic seemed hesitant, but eventually nodded. “Tell you what, let’s let him sleep until the next break and then I’ll come wake him up and send him off, alright?”

“Yep.”

Katsuki felt a pang, like he didn’t want the alpha to wake up and leave already, but he knew that they couldn’t stay like this all day. Plus, Aizawa was somehow asleep while bent over and the old man’s knees and back were probably going to hurt for days. 

Present Mic returned to the front of the classroom and the lesson continued. Katsuki was able to take notes and keep up just fine now that Aizawa wasn’t actively drinking. He still felt calm and relaxed, but his brain wasn’t as fuzzy and distracted. 

After the next bell, Mic approached again and this time tapped at Aizawa’s back. The man woke up, blinking slowly and groaning as he sat up. 

“Ah, Bakugou…” Aizawa grumbled, bloodshot eyes locked on Katsuki’s bare chest. “Sorry about that.”

“Tch. It’s fine,” Katsuki insisted. “That’s what they’re for, right?”

“Uh...indeed,” Aizawa replied awkwardly as he stood up.

Aizawa nodded to both Katsuki and Present Mic before stalking out of the room, grabbing his sleeping bag on the way.

“And you’re sure everything was fine and, uh, consensual?” Mic asked quietly, despite the classroom being mostly empty at this point. “Eraser didn’t force himself on you or anything, right?”

“Tch. As if I’d let something like that happen,” Katsuki snapped. “I offered and he accepted. My parents do it all the time, it’s no big deal.”

“I see. Well, I guess it’s probably fine then.”

“Can I go now? I gotta piss.”

“Oh! Yes, of course!”

Standing up, Katsuki buttoned his shirt and made his way out of the classroom and down the hall. There wasn’t much time left, but he wanted to check on his chest and also, yes, he really did have to go.

The boy’s bathroom was busy, but he stepped into a stall and locked the door. Lifting up his shirt, he inspected his pecs and everything seemed fine. He’d expected a bit of a burn or redness from Aizawa’s stubble, but his skin was still clear and fine. Then again, his teacher had been drinking milk for decades at this point and probably knew how to be careful. Katsuki’s nipples were a bit sensitive, but his pecs themselves were back to a normal size and didn’t feel tight or painful. His milk level had been greatly reduced, which felt amazing. Letting his shirt drop, he pulled his pants and panties down a bit to piss.

Male omegas were intersex, so he always used a stall. His parents had insisted upon it for his safety, but Katsuki just preferred the privacy of it. Not to mention that his dick was tiny and mostly useless aside from urination. His vagina handled everything else - slick, sex, procreation - you name it. He didn’t want to be flashing a pussy around the boy’s restroom, or the panties he preferred to wear for that matter. He just preferred a tight fit, okay?!

Flushing, he went out to wash his hands and ended up walking back to class with Kirishima.

“So...you really okay with, uh, everything?” the redhead asked, giving Katsuki a shaky smile.

“Tch, I already said I was, didn’t I? It’s fuckin’ natural, or whatever. It’s not a big deal. My dad feeds my mom all the damn time,” he huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, but they’re married. Aizawa is your teacher.”

“So? He’s a good teacher, right? And he was about to go fucking feral before I stepped in, would you have preferred that?”

“Whoa, man, really?” Kirishima asked, looking shocked. 

“Yeah, Shitty Hair. He fuckin’ reeked of aggressive pheromones. Only one thing stops that aside from a tranq dart.”

“Milk,” the beta breathed.

“Yep.”

“Wow, that’s so manly of you, Bakugou!”

“Hah?!” he exclaimed, whipping around to face his friend.

“I just mean, you helping Aizawa out like that. It’s super manly, bro.”

“Any omega could have done it,” he snapped, feeling his face warm.

He didn’t really believe that, but he felt like he had to say it. Surely, Aizawa wouldn’t just drink from any omega student, right? And obviously Katsuki wasn’t going to feed just any shitty alpha who couldn’t control themselves.

Kirishima merely hummed noncommittally. Katsuki rolled his eyes and wrenched open the classroom door. They both hurried to their seats, since Midnight was already about to begin the lecture. 

Thankfully, their class only had two alpha teachers - Aizawa and All Might. Without a doubt, Katsuki felt comfortable feeding either of them. Hell, he’d be beyond honored if All Might would accept his milk. As for his alpha classmates, both Todoroki and Iida had proven themselves to be at least somewhat competent. He decided it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he had to give them some milk too, if they really needed it.

After all, he still felt amazing and it’d been over an hour since Aizawa had stopped drinking. These feel-good breastfeeding endorphins were no joke. All of his normal anxiety and self-doubt was gone for the moment, replaced by an otherworldly sense of calm. He still felt like himself and everything, just more balanced.

And the thought that Eraserhead would be out there that night doing important hero work with Katsuki’s milk running through his system? 

Yeah, that felt pretty damn good too.

Chapter Text

Life wasn’t going so well lately. It’d been nearly two weeks since Katsuki was kidnapped by the League of Villains and subsequently saved by All Might and some of his classmates. It’d been a few days since his fight with Deku and their brief lockdown sentence where they somehow became proper rivals on actual speaking terms. That was the only good part, really. Katsuki was still working through a myriad of emotions from all of the not-good parts and found himself feeling depressed and angry more often than not.

It’d been almost a week since the entire UA student body moved into on-campus dorms. 

Since the transition, Katsuki had fallen into a new routine. He breastfed Aizawa every Monday morning during homeroom. It wasn’t long enough to drain him fully dry, but it was more than enough to reduce the pressure in his chest and to keep Aizawa his level-headed and rational self.

Katsuki had also offered to feed All Might during a practical lesson back before the kidnapping, but the hero had turned him down, claiming he used a special service due to his size and medical needs. Now that Katsuki had destroyed the man’s career, he didn’t feel like he could offer again. Even though All Might looked worse than ever and could probably use an excess of milk.

On Mondays after homeroom, Katsuki usually felt pretty good. Other days? Not so much. He felt like such a worthless failure and his fellow students weren’t afraid to rub his nose in it. Not his 1-A classmates, thankfully. But the 1-B assholes and all the random support, management, and general education extras sure liked to pile on the guilt and taunts. He tried to brush them off, but by the end of the week he was usually stressed out of his mind and bogged down with self-hatred.

It was Friday afternoon and classes had let out thirty minutes ago. Katsuki had stopped by the library to return some books and was now on his way to the dorms. He passed a group of sneering second years and popped some small explosions to scare them off. As if they could say anything he didn’t already tell himself.

Upon opening the front door to 1-A’s dorm, he froze. The smell of ozone was thick and undercut with...motor oil? Kicking off his shoes, he hurried into the common room and saw a relatively common sight: Iida lecturing Kaminari. Only today, Iida was shouting at the top of his lungs and his engines were smoking for some reason. Based on what Iida was saying, Kaminari had put his feet on one of the shared coffee tables. Something that Katsuki often did himself and definitely not an offense that required this level of ire.

Recognizing the situation from his homelife and his mother’s fluctuating temper, Katsuki sighed and walked over to one of the couches. His body already knew what to do and his inner omega wanted to help keep the peace. His logical side just wanted those sweet, sweet endorphins. Anything to block out the nasty little voice in his head, listing all the mistakes he’d ever made.

Sitting down, he started unbuttoning his shirt and gestured to Iida. The alpha turned towards him, already shouting about how he shouldn’t be stripping in the middle of the common room. How it was indecent of a UA student and blah blah blah.

“Shut up and come drink,” he replied testily, regretting his charitability but knowing that this was the best method for handling an alpha on the edge. 

Iida paused, mouth still open. The only other people in the room, Kaminari and Sero, were also staring at Katsuki in shock. He rolled his eyes and gestured to the alpha more aggressively. Iida still hesitated, so Katsuki reached down and squeezed his right pec just enough to leak a few drops down his chest. 

The result was immediate. Iida surged forward, engines firing to speed him along and then the oversized alpha was draped haphazardly over the couch cushions and Katsuki’s legs as Iida attempted to get his mouth around the wet nipple. Iida’s face was smashed against the omega’s chest, glasses askew and tongue lapping up the droplets.

“Slow the fuck down, Four Eyes,” Katsuki chided, taking the alpha’s glasses and perching them on top of his own head to keep them from stabbing into his chest or getting crushed. 

Guiding the alpha to a better angle with one hand on the back of Iida’s head and the other hefting his own pec to Iida’s mouth, Katsuki sighed when the larger teen finally latched on properly and started to drink. Iida was almost as tall as Aizawa and was quite a bit stockier, so he should have expected the powerful suction and hurried, almost painfully long draws. It still felt good, but not as good as when Aizawa did it. At least there was no stubble this time.

“There’s no rush, take your time,” he said quietly as his brain fogged over, pushing the alpha’s navy hair out of his face. “Easy, easy.”

Iida slowed down, apparently having ingested just enough to soothe the feral edge so he could heed the omega’s request. The suction was still strong, but no longer uncomfortable and Iida wasn’t trying to drain Katsuki’s pec all in one long pull. Pleased, Katsuki relaxed against the back of the couch and stroked at the alpha’s soft hair as he watched him drink. One of Iida’s hands was clamped over the omega’s unoccupied pec possessively, with the other clenched around Katsuki’s waist. It felt like he was being held down, but he didn’t mind. As the endorphins flooded his system, he felt calm for the first time since Monday’s feeding with Aizawa. It was a nice escape and clearly Iida needed the milk, considering he’d been ready to rip Kaminari’s head off moments ago.

“Whoa. It really works, huh?” Sero said, sitting up to get a good view from the other couch.

“And so fast,” Kaminari remarked.

“Tch. It’s a natural mechanism. Of course it works,” Katsuki replied.

“What’s it feel like?” asked Kaminari, leaning closer and watching with rapt attention. 

“Hah?!”

“Well, does it feel good?”

Katsuki paused. How could he explain it? The physical feeling of suckling was mostly just comforting and rhythmic. The pressure being reduced from his pecs felt good, kind of like taking a piss after you held it in for a long time. And then there was the whole mental and emotional aspect. No way he was getting into that with Kaminari of all people.

“I guess,” he replied with a small shrug.

“Is it...y’know...sexual?” Kaminari asked.

“What?!” Katsuki shouted, turning to glare at Kaminari. “Of course it fuckin’ isn’t!”

“Yeah, but I mean… It’s pretty personal and nipples are, like, sensitive,” Kaminari pointed out.

“He’s sucking on your fucking tits, man,” Sero deadpanned. 

Katsuki wanted to get up and kick their asses, but he was being held down by a heavy alpha who was still eagerly drinking. He twisted a bit, trying to reach a hand far enough to blast their faces off. Iida whined and gripped at him tighter, suckling even quicker than before and biting down lightly with his teeth as if to hold on.

“Ow, fuck! Don’t bite, asshole,” Katsuki hissed, moving his hands to shift Iida’s face from one nipple to the other.

Once the alpha was drinking calmly again, Katsuki smoothed a thumb lightly over one of Iida’s eyebrows. He just wanted to enjoy the endorphins, why did he have to deal with the idiot brigade right now? He leveled a glare at the two beta onlookers.

“It’s not fuckin’ sexual. It’s just something omegas and alphas do. They need milk or else they’ll go feral and kill everybody. And we need to get milked or we’ll fuckin’ burst or whatever,” he explained, not wanting to get worked up again. 

“You’ll...burst?” Kaminari asked, head tilted a bit. 

“Yeah, the fuckin’ milk never stops. Gotta do something with it. May as well use it to make sure we don’t all get ripped apart by rabid alphas. Remember when this fucker tried to kill Stain in cold blood? Asshole probably went without milk too long then too.”

Kaminari blinked, as if he’d already forgotten the time Iida flipped out and tried to kill a guy. “Oh yeahhh.”

“Wait, the milk doesn’t stop?” Sero mumbled as he rubbed at his chin in thought.

“Didn’t you guys learn this shit in school?” he snapped. 

“Eh, not really. They had a special lesson for the alphas and omegas, so maybe they covered all the...milk stuff then,” replied Sero with a shrug. “Doesn’t really affect betas, so I guess they figured why bother?”

“Hey, Bakugou. Is it good? Can I have some?” Kaminari asked suddenly and Katsuki realized that the stupid beta had somehow crawled from one couch to the other and was now about to crawl over Iida.

“Don’t!” he warned, but it was too late.

Kaminari’s hand landed on Iida’s leg and the engine there ignited immediately, scalding the beta’s hand and causing him to yelp and pull away.

“Don’t touch an alpha while they’re feeding,” he said, petting at Iida’s hair to calm the alpha back down and get him to turn the engine off before it ruined the couch.

“But you are!” Kaminari whined, shaking his hand miserably. “I was just curious!”

“Tch. Of course they don’t care if I do it, I’m the one feeding them! They go into like a zen state or something, so they get jumpy if disturbed. Just back up,” he groused. “Or better yet, fuck off and leave us alone. He’ll be done soon anyway.”

“I never knew you had this side to you, Bakugou,” Sero said, turning towards the kitchen. “I guess those rumors about omegas having motherly instincts are right.”

“Fuck you,” Katsuki spat.

Kaminari hurried after Sero, asking for help with his hand. Katsuki grunted and settled back onto the couch again, watching as Iida drank. His pecs were nearly empty, which felt incredibly freeing. And, now that he didn’t have two nosy betas chattering his ear off, he could focus on the relaxing buzz in the back of his mind. 

Before he knew it, Iida pulled away and blinked up at Katsuki as if coming out of a daze. Without a word, Katsuki plucked the glasses off the top of his head and put them back on Iida’s face.

“Feel better?” he asked, moving to button his shirt once more.

“Yes. Thank you, Bakugou,” Iida said, standing up and straightening out his uniform. “I apologize for my previous behavior, I wasn’t feeling like myself.”

“S’fine. I’m sure plenty of alphas here are going through withdrawals.”

“Hmm. You may be right,” Iida replied. “Usually, my mother fed my father, brother, and I on a rotating schedule. I suppose I haven’t been able to make it home on the weekends since we moved in. Busy with Class Rep duties and...well, everything.”

Katsuki chewed at the inside of his cheek. Sero’s comment about motherly instincts was clanging around in his head, but he felt like he owed something to Iida. The alpha had come to save him from the League, after all. And no one else could help Iida with this.

“We can work out a schedule, if you want,” Katsuki said gruffly, standing up and grabbing his discarded backpack. “As long as it’s not Mondays, that’s Aizawa’s day.”

“Bakugou...you’d really do that for me?” Iida asked, surprised. 

“Might as well,” he huffed. “It’s that or it just goes down the drain.”

It’s not like he didn’t get anything out of the arrangement either. It felt infinitely better to have an alpha drink than to squeeze the milk out himself in the shower. And damn, these endorphins were no joke.

“Well, I may take you up on that! And if you ever need anything from me, I would be happy to oblige!” Iida stated loudly, hand chopping through the air. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just text me or something the next time you start feeling off,” Katsuki replied, turning to head for the elevators. “Don’t make a big deal out of it, Glasses.”

“Of course. Thank you again, Bakugou.”

Nodding, Katsuki walked away. It was clear Iida was back to normal and adding a second alpha mouth to feed wasn’t a big deal. Katsuki produced more than enough milk.

On the elevator ride up to his floor, he realized that he had never really confirmed a schedule or anything with Aizawa. The man had fed that first time out of dire necessity and the week after, Katsuki had just gestured him over during a lull in homeroom and undid some buttons. 

Now he fed the alpha like that once a week, though Aizawa hadn’t fallen asleep again. In fact, their teacher looked better than ever. Aizawa’s eyes weren’t as bloodshot and he didn’t nap between classes as much. Katsuki didn't want to attribute it all to his milk, but how could he not?

He was the best, after all. Why would his milk be any different?

So yeah, he could handle feeding Aizawa and Iida both, no problem. He had plenty of milk to give and still watched most of it go down the drain anyway.

It wasn’t stupid ‘maternal instinct’ or whatever. If anything, it was just...omega instinct. It was practical and necessary and totally normal. Definitely totally one hundred percent normal to feed your alpha teacher and classmate your breastmilk. His father had mentioned feeding a coworker before and this was basically the same thing, so it was no big deal.

And if it felt nice and gave him a break from all the negative thoughts in his head, well, that was just an added bonus only he needed to know about.

After dinner, Katsuki headed back to his room to grab his phone charger. The plan was to play video games in Sero’s room since he had a hammock and throw pillows and shit to sit on. Personally, Katsuki thought the lanky bastard’s room smelled overwhelmingly like weed and patchouli. He couldn’t spend much time there unless they cracked open the window. If they didn’t, he'd get dizzy and lightheaded and eventually find himself with a full-blown headache from the strong fumes. Betas had practically no sense of smell at all, it seemed, since he was the only one of his friends who complained about it. He envied that about them, since he was constantly getting bombarded with pheromones and even everyday scents were sometimes too strong for his sensitive nose.

Sero had already gone on ahead to set things up and Kirishima and Ashido were still eating, meaning he had a little time to kill. Katsuki wanted dibs on the hammock though, so he had to get there first. He was still feeling relaxed from Iida’s feeding and was hoping to just chill for the rest of the night and watch his friends make idiots of themselves in some dumb game.

As he stepped out of his room, Kaminari suddenly appeared and sidled up to him before he could walk away. Fuck, Katsuki was not in the mood for more bullshit today.

“What do you want, Dunce Face?” he asked, locking his door.

“Hey, so, I know I asked earlier but, uh, can I try a little bit?” the other blond asked nervously.

“Huh?”

“Your milk, could I try some? Just a taste!”

Katsuki’s lip curled back and he shoved Kaminari away. For some reason, the idea of feeding a beta that wasn’t an infant was just...messed up. It made sense to feed an alpha - they had a biological need for omega milk. But a beta? A non-baby beta? No fucking way. Especially not one as nosy and annoying as Kaminari. 

“No,” he spat. “Fuck off.”

“Why not?” Kaminari protested, scurrying to follow Katsuki down the hall. “You let Aizawa and Iida drink no problem, so why not me?”

“You’re a fucking beta, that’s why. You don’t need any.” 

“I know, but I’m sooo curious!” the other teen whined. “Just a taste, I swear!”

“No.”

“C’mon, Bakubro, please? One suck? One drop? A lick?”

“Fuck off, man. Don’t be gross.”

Katsuki was about ready to blow up the jackass, but they had finally reached Sero’s door. Kaminari moved to block the way and Katsuki could feel his eyebrow twitching. 

“Give me a good reason that isn’t about being a beta,” Kaminari said firmly, crossing his arms and locking his eyes on Katsuki’s chest. “I don’t see what the big deal is. You don’t even like Iida, but he was stuck to you for fifteen minutes!”

Katsuki clenched his teeth and counted to ten in his head. He didn’t know how to explain himself, it just felt innately wrong somehow. With alphas, he didn’t really give it a second thought, since he grew up around his mom breastfeeding from his dad all the time. But betas didn’t have a place in the whole ‘alpha and omega’ biological equation. They didn’t have packs or heats or ruts or scent glands. Shit, they couldn’t even detect pheromones. Betas were just kinda...there. 

And they definitely didn’t need any fucking milk.

“Because I don’t want to,” Katsuki said flatly. “To you this is all just some fucking joke or novelty or something, but for omegas and alphas it’s different. Alphas need to drink and omegas need to feed them. It’s just the way it is. All you need to do is get the fuck out of my way and drop this whole thing before I blast you into next fuckin’ week.”

He held out a palm, ready to make good on his promise when Sero opened the door and blinked at them.

“Hey guys. Come on in,” Sero said, swinging his arm out. “Everything’s ready to go.”

“Great,” Katsuki grunted, stomping over to the hammock and plugging in his phone charger before making himself comfortable.

“Aww, I wanted to sit there!” Kaminari whined, moving to pick the comfiest floor pillow instead.

Sero laughed and closed the door again. “You know King Explosion Murder likes to sit by the window, Kaminari. And I already opened it for him and everything.”

“Oh yeah, the weed fumes make him dizzy otherwise,” Kaminari noted, reaching for a controller. 

“Get fucked,” he snapped, scrolling on his phone.

“Omegas are sensitive,” Sero whispered. 

“Yeah, it might taint the M-I-L-K,” Kaminari giggled quietly, spelling out the word as if Katsuki was a fucking dog or something. 

He forced himself to count to ten again before he exploded his phone and then this entire building and everyone in it. Normally, he didn’t let people’s bullshit opinions about omegas get to him, but that was before he started doing omega shit in front of everybody. Breastfeeding alphas wasn’t exactly something other people could do at the drop of a hat. Thank god he was on suppressants for most of the other embarrassing omega shit like heats, needy scenting, and random slicking.

Katsuki had only counted to seven when Kirishima and Ashido came in, bags of snacks in their arms. Kaminari and Sero cheered and the four of them quickly started a game. Kirishima greeted Katsuki and he grunted, but mostly he was little more than a gumpy houseplant during game nights. He got too worked up if he actually played and he’d exploded one too many controllers back in middle school before he decided to just stick to watching other people play. Okay, okay, his mom decided for him. She had refused to pay for any more replacement controllers. 

Thankfully, the rest of the night was chill. They passed around snacks and Katsuki laughed every time Kaminari or Sero died on-screen. No one mentioned omegas or milk or alphas and it was great.

His father texted to check in on him and Katsuki replied that he was fine, still top three in the class. He hesitated about if he should tell his dad about the whole breastfeeding thing. On one hand, his old man would probably want to know, but on the other hand Katsuki realized that it was a little weird to breastfeed your teacher in class.

Ultimately, he decided to admit that he had fed one of his classmates who was acting aggressive. Masaru texted back that he was proud of his son for helping out and that he would send a little care package along soon. Katsuki didn't know what that had to do with anything, but he didn’t ask. If his dad wanted to dote on him a little, that was fine with him. 

The night ended with him expressing milk while he was in the shower. Iida had depleted most of his supply, but he’d built up some more in the hours since. Squeezing with his fingers, he watched it messily splash down onto his body and the tiles. It felt like shit compared to an alpha’s warm mouth. Watching it swirl around the drain, he frowned. 

What a fucking waste. 

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The next afternoon, Katsuki was studying in the library with his idiotic friends who had all managed to forget they had a test coming up. None of them were prepared, so Katsuki made copies of his notes and told them what chapters of the textbook to focus on. He would have snubbed Kaminari, but the beta had apologized at breakfast. Sero had clearly put Dunce Face up to it, so Katsuki decided to forgive them both. Breastfeeding was new for them - he couldn’t blame them too much. Kaminari wasn’t exactly known for his tact, but the guy wasn’t purposefully being an ass either. The blond beta was just clueless.

Regardless, Katsuki didn’t really mind helping his friends out. Back in middle school, he may have resented them for it, but now he recognized that they were all a team. Everyone had their own strengths and weaknesses and even if his friends were annoying sometimes, he knew they would all make decent heroes some day. Not number one, of course, but decent. Plus, studying with them gave him plenty of time to work on other stuff and get ahead while they scrambled to catch up. 

Glancing around, Katsuki spotted Todoroki and Yaoyorozu at a table on the far edge of the library. The other tables were taken up by random students he didn’t recognize, most likely extras from the non-hero courses. The air smelled a bit heavy, but he figured it was just the dusty books and sweaty teens filling the room.

Katsuki had been working on outlining an essay when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Already mad at the unwanted physical contact, he whipped around and got even angrier once he saw it was someone he didn’t know. The guy was tall, with cropped black hair and screwdrivers instead of pinky fingers. What a worthless quirk. 

“What?” he barked, causing his friends to look up.

“Hey, you’re the hero class omega right?” the alpha asked, his voice annoying and nasally. “You open to new customers, or what?”

Confused, Katsuki snarled and stood up. “Hah?! What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Milk. I heard you feed the alphas in your grade and I want in on that action. Going home every weekend is a pain in the ass. My mom’s a total b-”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki interrupted. “As if I’d give any to a worthless fuckin’ extra like you!”

Hearing a chair scrape, Katsuki held out a hand and glanced back to see Kirishima standing up. He shook his head and the redhead sat back down. He could handle this. He wanted to handle this. Teach the stupid alpha a fucking lesson.

“Don’t be such a bitch. Hell, I’ll even pay for it if you want. Why’s it matter who’s hanging off your tit?” Screwloose taunted, staring down at Katsuki with a grin.

All his friends jumped up and started whisper-shouting at the alpha. They were in the library, after all. Katsuki’s face was twitching with rage. How dare this nobody come up to him and start talking such asinine bullshit?! Sure, some omegas were paid to feed alphas, but they were usually hired wet nurses or employees at a milk agency. Not prospective hero students!

“Listen here, bastard. You better run before I blast your fuckin’ face off!” Katsuki seethed as small, silent sparks rolled across his palms. 

“What, you think I’m afraid of some omega slut?” the alpha jeered.

Ashido gasped. The room suddenly felt ice cold and Katsuki turned to see Todoroki stalking right up next to the screwdriver alpha. Frost was spreading over the unscarred side of Todoroki’s face, though his expression was as bland as ever. The pungent smell of ozone was suddenly thick and unmistakable, but Katsuki couldn’t tell which alpha it was coming from.

“He told you to leave,” Todoroki said flatly.

Kirishima stepped on the other side of the alpha, arms hardened and hands turned into stony claws. “Yeah, man. Just go.” 

“What’s wrong with you idiots?” Screwloose shouted, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn and look. “He’s an omega! They’re only good for one thing!”

An explosion erupted, sending the two alphas and Kirishima stumbling backwards several feet. The librarian came running, demanding they stop using their quirks and leave immediately. Livid, Katsuki shouted at her to do her goddamn job better, before he turned and stomped out the nearby side door that led outside.

His friends spilled out behind him, yelling for him to wait.

Spinning around, he could feel himself shaking. He didn’t need this right now. He was already on edge as it was with everything going on lately. Ending All Might. Being saved by Deku again. Realizing that he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was when it came to his quirk and hero work in general. And now this, another asshole alpha trying to shit on omegas - as if they had any fucking say over their biology and the shitty card nature had dealt them. 

He was breathing raggedly, making his chest hurt. And, fuck, his shirt was a bit damp. Thank god his uniform blazer covered what was probably two obvious wet spots over his nipples. Ever since he’d started feeding Aizawa, his milk seemed to flow out easier than ever. He’d looked it up at one point and apparently it was called a let-down reflex. More like a bullshit reflex. He’s just lucky no one inside had smelled the fresh milk on his chest and shirt.

“Shut up!” he thundered and everyone snapped their mouths shut. “You idiots need to fucking study, so get your asses back in there and get it done.”

“Bro, don’t you think we should-” Kirishima started, but Katsuki popped off an explosion and sneered at him.

“What, you think some worthless extra is going to get under my skin?! Hah! Get fucked. I’m only leaving because I got kicked out for quirk usage. You assholes should go back in and finish your shit. I’m fine.”

Everyone looked doubtful, which just pissed him off even more.

“Go!” he roared, firing off more explosions. 

“Alright, alright already! We’re going, we’re going!” Sero said, opening the door as everyone filed back inside.

Well, everyone except for Todoroki.

“Bakugou.”

“Fuck off, IcyHot.”

Katsuki started walking towards the dorms, trusting that his friends would bring him his bag and stuff later. Right now, he just wanted to go attempt to de-stress. Punch a wall, scream into a pillow, explode some shit. Something really cathartic. At this point in his life, he’d heard every shitty take about omegas in the book and refused to let that screwdriver alpha get to him. He just needed to cool down and he’d be fine. Totally fine. 

It was really no surprise when Todoroki started walking next to him. The guy was a friend of Deku’s, which automatically meant he was annoying. The longer they walked though, the more Katsuki cooled down. He still wanted to blow something up, but he also just kind of wanted a nap. And a nap would be way easier on his poor, singed dorm room.

“My mother is an omega,” Todoroki said after a minute of silence. 

“Yeah?” he huffed, not interested, but not really wanting to fight anymore.

“I understand feeding family, but how do you decide between unrelated alphas?”

Sighing, Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut. “Look, I only feed alphas I know and trust, alright? There’s nothing deep to it.”

“You must trust Aizawa and Iida a great deal.”

Katsuki silently counted to ten. Who had told the fucker? Iida? Kaminari? Sero? Who else knew about him feeding Iida? It wasn’t the end of the world, since his class already knew about him feeding Aizawa, but still. He liked his privacy.

Once upon a time, he’d hated Todoroki. How could he not? The asshole was the son of the number two hero - well, number one now - Endeavor. And Todoroki had refused to fight Katsuki at full strength during the Sports Festival, even though he did against Deku - flames and all. Katsuki had assumed it was an omega thing, but now he knew better. Todoroki had fought side-by-side with him on I-Island and at summer camp. Todoroki clearly trusted Katsuki’s strength and quick-thinking. Shit, the alpha had even been part of Katsuki's rescue from the League of Villains. Had chased after him just as fast as Deku back in that burning forest.

“It’s just biological,” he finally said. 

Todoroki nodded and they walked the rest of the way to the dorms in silence. As they went along, Katsuki noticed that the alpha was a bit fidgety, which was abnormal for him. Usually Todoroki was stoic and composed - except during a fight. Katsuki chalked it up to remaining nerves from the confrontation in the library. If Todoroki’s mom really was an omega, then he had probably gotten worked up over Screwloose’s choice of words and was maybe even still upset about it. Alphas were quick to anger and were fiercely protective of ‘their’ omegas, even when they had a steady supply of milk. 

As they stepped inside the dorm and took off their shoes, Katsuki realized the actual reason. Outside, the strong breeze had made it impossible to tell. But inside, it was clear: Todoroki smelled faintly like ozone and ash. 

Well, Katsuki had a decision to make. And, fuck, he already knew what it was. He could feel his tits practically dripping from the scent alone, eager to feed. Who needed to scream or explode shit when you could just escape into an endorphin-laden wonderland? 

Standing in the elevator, Katsuki stared straight ahead. “You need some, don’t you?”

“I’m fine. My father hired an omega wet nurse after my mom...left.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t go home last weekend.”

“I did not.”

Katsuki sighed and stepped out onto his floor and held an arm against the elevator door to keep it open. He leveled a look at Todoroki.

“Come on, asshole. We both know you need some.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

Todoroki joined him in the hallway with a slight nod. “Alright.” 

“Tch.”

Leading the way to his room, Katsuki took off his blazer and then sat down on his bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t really like having other people in his room, but he also didn’t want to feed in the common room again and have a bunch of people see.

Todoroki closed the door and stood there awkwardly. Huffing, Katsuki waved him over. Why were the alphas so reluctant at first? They clearly wanted it too. Needed it. Just like he did. 

“I’ve never had any from a male omega before,” Todoroki said, taking off his own blazer and tie and carefully hanging both on the back of Katsuki’s desk chair.

“And? That gonna be a problem for you?” Katsuki snapped, regretting his decision already.

“No,” Todoroki replied, walking towards the bed and sitting down slowly. 

Fuck, Katsuki didn’t have time for this. His pecs were swollen and tight. He’d felt a little dribble come out when he was exploding earlier, but luckily his shirt soaked it up before either of the alphas could smell it over the scent of the library. If they had gotten a whiff, it probably would’ve turned into a damn bloodbath. He knew that Todoroki would have won against Screwloose. Hell, probably against every alpha in the library. The thought sent a little thrill through him. Stupid omega instincts. He could fucking beat the dual-haired idiot himself no problem, just like he did at the Sports Festival. 

“C’mon already,” he grunted, grabbing Todoroki's head and guiding him to one of his pecs. 

Todoroki’s lips closed around his nipple and sucked, but nothing came out. Groaning in frustration, Katsuki started repositioning them both. Todoroki apologized, admitting his father tended to hire large breasted women. Katsuki tried not to be offended. 

Eventually, Katsuki propped himself up against the headboard with his pillow as a back cushion and cradled Todoroki’s head against his chest. It took several minutes of trial and error, but the alpha was finally able to latch on when Katsuki shoved basically his entire areola into the other’s mouth. 

As the milk began to flow, Katsuki tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The relief was immense and the sudden surge of endorphins helped calm him down almost instantly. Running his hands through the alpha’s silky hair, he let himself relax. Two of Todoroki’s fingers started swirling gently around the omega’s unoccupied nipple. They felt cool and comforting, easing the tension in his swollen pec. He wondered when and why Todoroki had picked up that specific habit. It felt good, sure, but it was hardly necessary.

Todoroki fed for a long time using small, slow sucks that couldn’t have even been a full mouthful. Katsuki didn’t rush him. It felt good to be emptied and the hormones swirling around in his body and foggy head were a great alternative to the bullshit he’d dealt with that afternoon. 

When Todoroki finally pulled away from the second nipple, he wiped at his mouth and sighed. “My father usually drinks first, so there’s never much left for me.” 

Katsuki had basically melted into his bed from being so slowly and thoroughly drained over the last forty-five minutes. His mind was so densely clouded with endorphins and feel-good chemicals that he was only barely conscious. He could hardly even understand what Todoroki was saying. He felt so blissed out, he just wanted to sleep and slip away.

“Mind if I stay here and study for a bit?” Todoroki asked quietly.

The omega merely nodded and closed his eyes. He felt a blanket slide over his exposed chest and hummed.

He was asleep in seconds.

Katsuki woke up to Todoroki coming into his room, carrying a tray with two servings of cold soba on it. Sitting up, the blond rubbed at his eyes and buttoned up his shirt. He still felt a bit groggy, but the smell of food made his stomach rumble.

“Oh good, you’re up,” the alpha said, setting the tray down on Katsuki’s low table. “I hope soba’s okay. I don’t know how to make much else.”

“S’fine.”

Crawling out of bed, Katsuki stretched and then sat cross-legged at the table. Todoroki placed a serving in front of him and he dove right in. Breastfeeding always made him hungry. It made sense, considering he was literally feeding his nutrients to someone else. And while the soba was hardly the best thing he’d never eaten, right now it tasted delicious. 

“Thank you, for earlier,” Todoroki said, slurping up his own noodles. “Sorry it knocked you out like that.”

“I was already tired,” Katsuki replied, and it wasn’t entirely a lie.

“Your friends dropped off your bag.”

“Did you tell them…” he trailed off, not sure how to phrase it.

“Yes. Should I not have?”

Fuck. Well, the cat was out of the bag now. Thanks to Ashido and Kaminari, the whole class probably already knew that he had fed the three alphas of 1-A, including their teacher. And shit, he wanted to keep feeding the alphas. Who cares if some beta extras knew? Katsuki wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from doing what he wanted or from being the best.

“It’s whatever. They know I help out Aizawa and Iida too,” he said with a shrug.

Todoroki nodded and they both focused on eating. Once the food was gone, Katsuki sighed and leaned back against his bed. He felt like going right back to sleep, but knew that he still had some homework to finish. Pulling out his phone, he saw that it was already almost 8pm.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, stacking his dishes on the tray and then standing to retrieve his bag from near the door. “I gotta finish that essay for Midnight.”

“Okay. I’ll take this stuff to the kitchen.”

Katsuki merely grunted, already pulling out his stuff. It had clearly been haphazardly shoved into his bag, but everything seemed to be there. He heard Todoroki clinking a few things around and then the alpha carried the tray to the door.

“Good night, Bakugou.”

“Later, IcyHot.”

The door closed and Katsuki sagged in his chair for a moment. He really wanted to say fuck it and go to sleep, but he forced himself to finish the essay. 

By 10:30pm, he was beyond exhausted. He dragged his ass down to the showers and sleepily went through his routine. When he tried to express the milk from his chest, only a few dribbles came out of both sides. Belatedly, he realized that he still felt pleasantly empty and light from earlier.

That was new. 

Chapter Text

For the most part, Katsuki was doing just fine lately. He had pretty much recovered from the Kamino incident and his brief time spent with the League of Villains. He was doing well in class despite feeding three alphas almost every week. So yeah, he thought everything was going okay. 

Until, somehow, he’d managed to fail the Provisional Hero License Exam. 

Countless students and teachers from the top three hero schools had watched him fuck up, while a bunch of worthless nobodies passed with flying colors. The fucking grape kid from his class had passed. The stupid girl from Ketsubutsu Academy with the turtle-like quirk had passed. But Katsuki? Nope. He’d fucked it up right at the end, calling out volunteer ‘wounded citizens’ on their bullshit. At least he wasn’t the only one who had failed - Todoroki and two people from Shiketsu were in the same boat. 

Life went on, but he was still pissed about his failure. The only times he felt better was when he had an alpha latched to his chest. The positive hormones always took away his worries, at least for a little while. The world shrank down to just him and the suckling alpha. No one bothered him about feeding anymore either. At this point, class 1-A was used to it. Aizawa fed in the classroom and no one batted an eye. Sometimes Iida or Todoroki fed out in the open of the common room if there was a couch free. If not, they fed in their room or his. He never fed outside of the dorm or their classroom, though. After the library incident, he didn’t want other alphas finding out. 

He had a decent schedule set up too. He still fed Aizawa every Monday morning, preparing him for a long week of teaching. Iida usually fed at some point on the weekends if the alpha didn’t get the chance to go home. And he fed Todoroki the night before their weekly Remedial Course lessons.

Because yeah, they had those now. 

Currently, Katsuki was on his way back from the gym. It was Sunday and he’d ended up letting Iida drink that morning. Afterwards, he’d decided to get a workout in while he was feeling relaxed and light on his feet. Anger was better for weightlifting, but he preferred to do cardio while at least somewhat neutral or happy. And having been recently drained meant there was no risk of leaking.

The second he walked into the common room, Ashido tossed him a small package as she sorted through the pile of mail looking for her own shit. The box’s label said it was from his father. 

Hurrying to his room before anyone could ask about it, he put the box on his bed and then sat in front of it. For some reason, he felt nervous about opening it. He’d expected to receive it weeks ago, which meant his dad had probably special-ordered or even handmade something. And considering the text conversation that had prompted the care package in the first place, that was kind of worrying. Shaking his head, Katsuki ripped the box open and started pulling stuff out. 

Yep, he was right to be suspicious.

The box contained all sorts of things for breastfeeding. Nipple cream, lanolin, absorbent pads, reusable rubbery packs that you could heat or chill, nitroglycerin-friendly body lotion, and even some things made out of thick fabric that looked like...bandeau bras. They had no tags, meaning Masaru had probably sewed them himself. His father had also included a handwritten note with tips on how to use everything to treat common issues. Wait, what the fuck? Cracked nipples? Plugged ducts? Chafing and bleeding? Katsuki folded the note back up. So far, he hadn’t run into any issues with breastfeeding and he hoped to keep it that way.

Groaning, Katsuki plucked out the multiple bags of spicy foreign snacks and homemade cinnamon and cayenne brownies his dad had also included, before stuffing the other junk back inside and hiding the box in his closet.

As he munched on some jalapeño-flavored chips, he texted his dad a thank you. Even though he’d probably never use any of that shit, he was touched that his dad tried to help him out as best as he could. Katsuki’s relationship with his mom had never been great, he loved her or whatever, but they were always at each other’s throats. His dad, on the other hand, was practically a saint. And he’d always helped him with omega-related stuff. Male omegas were rare, so it was nice to have one he could talk to and rely on anytime.

Fuck, all this breastfeeding was making him soft and sentimental. Iida had drained him pretty good a couple hours ago, and he still felt a residual glow from the flood of endorphins.

Shoving another handful of chips into his mouth to tide over the incessant hunger, he grabbed his math book and decided to get some work done before lunch.

A few days later, Katsuki was sitting in the back seat of a car with Todoroki on the way to their second Remedial Course lesson. As he dropped them off, Aizawa mentioned that he’d be a little late picking them up.

Todoroki stopped to thank their teacher, but Katsuki just stomped towards the building with his hero costume suitcase swinging from one hand. He was feeling kind of run down after a long day of normal classes and just wanted to get this over with.

By the end of the lesson, Katsuki was even grumpier and more exhausted than before. His chest felt painfully full and he was leaking into his black tank top with every step. 

For some reason, Endeavor had shown up to watch them. Which meant that Todoroki and Inasa were both agitated, making the lesson even more annoying and fast-paced. Inasa had moved like a whirlwind the second Gang Orca dismissed them, and was already leaving the locker room as Katsuki and Todoroki walked in.

So far, Katsuki had got along with the giant bald bastard just fine. The guy was a little loud, but he had a strong quirk and was the largest teenager Katsuki had ever seen. Even Iida looked small compared to Inasa. The other Shiketsu student, Camie, was also fine. A little more annoying, but her quirk had its uses too. She was only a beta, but she’d gotten Todoroki’s phone number on the first day. Girl had game, he had to give her that. 

Hopping in the shower, Katsuki squeezed at his pec to expel some milk. Before it even hit the tile, Todoroki growled in the stall next to his. 

“Can I have some?” 

“I just fuckin’ fed you yesterday,” Katsuki huffed, though he stopped squeezing and moved on to washing his hair instead.

“I know, but my father being here really threw me off. I don’t think I can go back out there without something to calm me down.”

“Tch, fine. When we’re done. Sensei’s gonna be late anyway.”

Finishing up in the shower, Katsuki toweled himself dry. He pulled on his clothes, but left off the shirt for now. He sat on the bench to wait and checked his phone just to make sure that Aizawa’s plans hadn’t changed.

Todoroki joined him on the bench, dried and fully dressed. He smelled like ash and smoke, but not ozone. Katsuki decided he’d only give him a little bit and just wash the rest down the sink back at the dorms. Reaching out, Katsuki pulled the alpha’s head to his right pec. Well-practiced by now, Todoroki latched on immediately and swallowed a big mouthful.

Just as the alpha got a rhythm going and the endorphins started to hit, the locker room door opened and then slammed shut. Both alpha and omega jumped and turned around to look.

Inasa was standing there, hatless and gaping like a fish at the sight of them. Katsuki shoved Todoroki away in an attempt to hide what they were doing, but it was too late. His top was bare and he had droplets of milk trailing down his abs.

The huge Shiketsu student walked towards them, eyes on Katsuki’s chest. From his spot on the bench, Katsuki had to crane his head up to look at the alpha. Fuck, he was massive.

“Bakugou, can I have some too?” Inasa asked quietly, which was honestly a rarity for the guy.

“Hah?!” Katsuki replied, incredulous.

“My mom says I’ve gotten too big, she can’t keep up. There’s barely enough left over for my dad by the time I’m done,” the alpha explained, coming to a halt and staring down at Katsuki.

“And that’s my problem how?” Katsuki snapped, even though he detected the scent of ozone wafting from Inasa and honestly wanted to get back to breastfeeding pronto. 

“Please?” the alpha asked. “Endeavor being here is making it...difficult to keep myself together.”

Todoroki snorted. “My father certainly takes some getting used to.”

Katsuki felt torn. On the one hand, Inasa was loud, but he was a nice enough guy. And he clearly needed some help. But on the other hand, Katsuki didn’t really know him that well and the alpha already had a steady source of milk. Shiketsu didn’t have dorms, meaning Inasa went home every night and could drink there. Only, it wasn’t enough apparently.

It made sense honestly, Inasa was huge - especially for someone their age. Compared to him, Katsuki felt tiny. The thought of watching the behemoth grovel in front of him and drink from his chest was actually quite appealing. Even a massive alpha like this needed an omega. In that way, at least, omegas had some semblance of power. 

Also, Katsuki hadn’t gotten nearly enough endorphins from Todoroki’s brief feeding. He was also stressed out from having such a high-profile hero watching him during the lesson.

“Tch, fine. But hurry up about it, Baldy, our ride will be here soon,” he said, gesturing to the ground at his feet.

Unlike Todoroki, Inasa wouldn’t be able to sit next to him on the bench and feed. Their size difference was too much. And the alpha wouldn’t be able to lie down on it either, he was too fucking broad. No, Inasa would have to kneel.

“Do you mind, Todoroki?” Inasa asked, even as he slowly sank down and knelt before Katsuki. 

“No, I just needed a little to take the edge off. I’m fine now,” the smaller alpha replied easily as he stood to start packing things up in his locker.

Inasa turned to face Katsuki and ducked down to bring his face in line with the omega’s chest. Impatient and feeling ready to burst, Katsuki grabbed the back of the alpha’s shaved head and helped bring it near the nipple Todoroki had just fed from. Lips closed around him and started sucking. Hard.

Katsuki hissed and palmed the alpha’s forehead like a basketball in an attempt to push him away. Even Inasa’s mouth was huge, taking up half his pec as the alpha latched on. He’d never felt milk leave him so fast. It almost fucking hurt, the suction torquing hard on his nipple.

“Fuck, slow down,” Katsuki chastised.

Inasa’s suckling changed from frantic little sips to long, deep draws of milk. Katsuki had never felt anything like it before. It didn’t hurt anymore per se, but it was fucking intense. The alpha was practically gulping it down, taking huge mouthfuls in quick succession. And Inasa had a death grip on Katsuki to boot, his giant hands clutching the omega’s waist as if to make sure he didn’t run off.

Todoroki moved to sit a few feet away on the bench. He was blatantly staring, but was giving the other alpha enough space so as to not agitate him. Katsuki had never fed two alphas back-to-back like this before. His inner omega was in heaven.

“His fingers are touching,” Todoroki noted.

Katsuki didn’t have to look down to see what he meant. He could feel it. Inasa’s hands were wrapped perfectly around the dip of his waist. He could feel hot, thick thumbs pressing into the skin stretched over his ribs, with meaty fingers meeting along his spine. He’d never felt so small in his entire life. But with the endorphins racing through his head, he didn’t even care. This alpha was large and powerful, and Katsuki’s inner omega desperately wanted to feed him.

Stroking at Inasa’s fuzzy head, Katsuki felt himself breathing a bit hard. The alpha was draining him so fucking fast. He was already helping Inasa switch nipples.

His head cleared a tiny bit in the lull before the flow started up again. Katsuki glanced over at Todoroki and saw he was still staring. The smaller alpha’s face was blank, which made it even weirder somehow. Shouldn’t Todoroki be mad or jealous or something? Why was he just watching them like a fucking nature special on TV?

“Stop being a creep and go watch the fuckin’ door or something, IcyHot,” Katsuki snapped. 

Todoroki obeyed immediately, standing up and walking away to crack open the door slightly and peek out. Katsuki knew the bastard would probably keep watching him feed Inasa, but at least he no longer had a fucking front row seat.

Inasa managed to latch and start drinking from his other pec and Katsuki actually let out a little moan. The alpha’s method was insane, with powerfully long sucks that winded Katsuki and left him reeling. Even beefy Iida and fully grown Aizawa didn’t drink with this much force. 

His head was spinning from the rapid, insistent draining of his tits, leaving him relaxed but exhausted. His empty pec throbbed a bit from the intense pressure forced upon it, his nipple sore. Clinging to Inasa’s head, he stroked the alpha’s buzz cut again and again in an attempt to ground himself. It was good, but it was also just a lot to take in and handle.

With a blissed out sigh, Inasa popped off and licked at his lips. Katsuki felt wrung out. In not even five minutes, Inasa had swallowed every last drop that Katsuki’s previously full and juicy pecs had to offer.

“Thank you, Bakugou. I really needed that.”

Inasa let go of the omega and stood up. The alpha opened his own locker and grabbed the hat he had clearly forgotten in his post-lesson haste. Katsuki attempted to pull on his shirt, but his brain felt like mush and his arms didn’t seem to want to listen to him. How did sleeves work again?

“Ah, sorry, I gotta run. Our van driver is really strict,” Inasa said, before rushing out.

The door closed and Katsuki blinked for a moment before registering that Todoroki was helping him put his shirt on. He leaned his head back against the alpha’s abdomen and looked up at dual-colored eyes that were looking back with soft concern.

“M’fine,” he breathed, and it was half true.

He was fine. Just a bit sore and winded. Mostly, he felt delightfully empty and beyond tired. The endorphins swirling in his head felt more potent than normal. And Inasa’s pheromones were still thick in the air, clouding his mind even further.

Todoroki didn’t say anything, he just gathered their hero costume suitcases and helped Katsuki stand up. They started towards the door with the omega heavily leaning on Todoroki. Something was buzzing in Katsuki’s pocket. Todoroki checked his own phone and said that Aizawa was outside waiting for them.

They made their way to the car slowly. Endeavor was still hanging around by the entrance and tried to approach them, but Todoroki waved him away. Even in his foggy state, Katsuki could feel the immense heat coming off the number one hero upon being rebuffed by his son.

Soon enough they made it to Aizawa. Their teacher was frowning, but he opened the door and watched as Katsuki basically poured himself into the back seat. Todoroki followed in after and helped buckle the blond’s seatbelt.

As they started driving, Katsuki felt his eyes slide shut and he slouched over until his head came to a comfortable stop on Todoroki’s warm shoulder. 

“Care to explain?” Aizawa asked from the driver’s seat.

“Tough lesson,” Todoroki replied before yawning. 

The car was silent after that and Katsuki fell asleep with his head still cushioned on Todoroki.

Katsuki woke up the next morning in his bed, fully dressed in yesterday’s clothes, aside from his shoes and blazer. The air still smelled faintly of alpha pheromones and Aizawa’s aftershave, meaning his poor teacher had probably carried his sleeping ass up here. Katsuki would normally worry about the repercussions for that, but the alpha had been more lenient with him since he started feeding the guy every week. Bonus! 

As he started going about his day, Katsuki realized his head was clear and he felt lighter and better than normal for a school day. His chest felt fine too, no residual soreness or tenderness. Feeding Inasa had been a good idea after all. He never slept better than after a good feeding. And Inasa was the fastest, most thorough drinker he’d ever met. 

His pecs had refilled their supply during the night, but the pressure wasn’t too bad yet, so he decided to skip expressing for the morning. Something he rarely got to do lately. Ever since starting puberty, Katsuki had produced quite a bit of milk each day. But since feeding three - well, now four - alphas regularly? He was practically bursting with the stuff. It was like his body knew that he was actually putting the milk to good use now, so it was making even more.  

He used the extra time to eat more at breakfast, which was perfect because he was fucking starving. Katsuki made a mental note to eat more on Remedial Course days. He had a feeling Inasa would be thirsty again next week and he wanted to make sure the alpha left full and satisfied. 

Deku sat next to him at breakfast, which was only a little weird. The nerd tried to start up a conversation several times, but Katsuki merely grunted and focused on shoving food into his mouth. Deku talked anyway, because of course he did. Amazingly though, Katsuki didn’t care. His friends never made it to breakfast this early, so no one was around to point out his abnormally chill behavior. Which was great, because he was sick of Sero’s jokes about him being so ‘mellow and normal’ now that he breastfed alphas.

When Todoroki walked by, the alpha hesitated. Todoroki usually sat by Deku for every meal, but the nerd stiffened and glared at the dual-haired alpha. Which was...weird. Katsuki and Todoroki shared a brief confused glance and then the alpha was walking off to join Iida and Asui instead. Deku pepped up even more after that, if such a thing was possible. The beta’s mouth moved a mile a minute and when Katsuki started to stand up to go, Deku gave him an extra container of natto. He sat back down and ate it.

The nerd walked beside him to class too. Without the sounds and smells from the cafeteria, Katsuki found himself wondering if Deku was using a new toothpaste or had taken a breath mint or something. Katsuki’s nose was quite sensitive, but this seemed even a bit beyond that. It wasn’t a bad smell though, just fresh and minty.

“Oi, Deku, gimme a mint,” he drawled, holding out a hand.

“Eh, Kacchan? S-Sorry, I don’t have any! B-But I might have some gum?”

“Fine.”

After digging around in his ugly yellow backpack, Deku found a pack of All Might-branded gum and gave a piece to Katsuki. It was melon flavored. He chewed it, trying to shake off the feeling that he was missing something. He wasn’t going to ask Deku about his fucking toothpaste preferences. His friends already got on his ass about having a sensitive nose, making fun of him and forcing him to smell random shit. He didn’t need Deku to start doing that shit too, or thinking it was some weird aspect of his quirk or something. Betas really didn’t know shit. 

Once back in the classroom, the smell of mint faded and Katsuki forgot all about it as Aizawa started droning on about their upcoming assignments.

Chapter Text

That weekend, Todoroki invited Katsuki to his house and the omega surprised himself by saying yes. They’d been living in the dorms now for quite some time, so he was ready for a break and they finally had both Saturday and Sunday off thanks to a holiday. Plus, he wanted to see what the number one hero’s house looked like. 

According to Todoroki, his two older siblings were away for the weekend, and Endeavor slept at his agency most nights and almost always worked holidays, so it would just be the two of them. 

Todoroki had mentioned at one point that his mother lived in a facility and had not been home for years. Katsuki hadn’t asked what kind of facility since he had a good guess. He’d overheard Todoroki and Deku talking before the Sports Festival, when Todoroki had opened up about his mother and his reluctance to use both halves of his quirk. The alpha didn’t know Katsuki knew all that, nor did he tell him that he knew. Feeding Todoroki weekly had brought them closer together, but they were both rather private people, so they mostly just sat in amicable silence during and after the milking sessions.

The plan for the weekend was to study for their upcoming exams and to watch some movies. Nothing too exciting, but that was right up Katsuki’s alley. Everyone else was planning to go home, but Katsuki didn’t feel like dealing with his own mother. Or the milk-related questions from his father. He was enjoying his stint of teenage independence and wanted to keep it going at least a bit longer.

On Saturday morning, they took the train with a change of clothes and basic toiletries for the night in their backpacks. Upon arriving at the Todoroki estate, Katsuki wasn’t surprised to see a large, two-story traditional Japanese house. It even had outdoor walkways and a lush courtyard in the middle. Katsuki’s parents had a rather nice house too, but it was smaller and way more modern. 

Upon stepping inside, Katsuki was met with the scent of tatami mats and charred cinders. There were multiple pheromones around the place, alpha and omega both, though most were faded. Todoroki’s siblings were betas, so he assumed that he was smelling Endeavor and the large-breasted omega wet nurses he’d heard so much about. 

They set up their stuff in the formal dining room and studied for several hours. The table was traditional style, low to the ground and flanked by several zaisu - chairs with a seat and back, but no legs. Todoroki brought out barley tea and some food to snack on at one point, which Katsuki wolfed down. By Noon, he was starving and asked Todoroki what they had to eat. Both boys headed to the kitchen and Katsuki found that it wasn’t much.

“Sorry, my sister usually cooks,” Todoroki said, closing the fridge. “Looks like my father only keeps the basics around.”

“It’s fine,” Katsuki said as he washed his hands. “I can make us something with this.”

“Soba?”

“No, you eat that shit too much as it is,” he replied as he dug out a pan. 

“Oh,” Todoroki replied and he actually sounded mildly offended. “What are you making then?”

“I’m fuckin’ starving and there ain’t much here, so I’m making omurice.”

“You know how to make that?” the alpha asked as he watched Katsuki miraculously assemble various ingredients, a cutting board, and a knife despite having never been in this kitchen before. 

“Tch. It’s not hard. My dad taught me how to cook all kinds of shit,” Katsuki said, already chopping and dicing away. “Just go get some rice started. You can handle that, can’t you?”

“Alright.”

Katsuki kept a close eye on the alpha and it was a fucking good thing he did. The alpha poured rice out of a bag into the cooker and then pushed a button and closed the lid.

“Oi! What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Making rice?”

“Fuckin’...get out of the way,” he huffed, shoving aside the alpha and grabbing the bag. “It needs water and you have to wash the rice first, idiot.”

Taking over even that simplest of all cooking tasks, Katsuki rinsed the rice and got the cooker running. He turned back to the rest of the meal prep, and found Todoroki still standing nearby. He counted to ten so he wouldn’t explode on the alpha. Todoroki was letting him hang out and stay the night, after all. And blowing up the number one hero’s kitchen was probably a bad idea.

“Just go sit down already, you’re clearly useless here.”

The alpha walked out of the kitchen without a sound. Katsuki almost felt bad, until he saw Todoroki carrying one of the dining room chairs and setting it up in the doorway. And then he sat on it and looked so fucking proud of himself that Katsuki couldn’t even say anything. At least the idiot was out of his way now.

With no further distractions, Katsuki got back to cooking. It didn’t take long before he was serving up two plates of omurice and drizzling them with sauce. He stalked right past Todoroki and back into the dining room, where he set down the food and started eating. The alpha joined him soon after.

“It’s good, Bakugou,” Todoroki said after his third bite. 

“Hah?! You’re surprised? I told you I knew what I was doing!”

“It tastes like it’s from a restaurant.”

Katsuki just scoffed and kept shoving his face full of food. Of course it was good. He’d made it! And it was a big meal that would help keep him full until dinner. He had an idea for what to make based on the ingredients they had left, but he wondered if Endeavor would care that they were basically squatting here and eating all his food. Todoroki didn’t seem worried, but Katsuki doubted he’d asked for his old man’s permission to bring a classmate over to stay the night.

Once they were finished with their meal, Todoroki offered to do the dishes and Katsuki let him. He asked for directions to the bathroom and got lost. He found a study, a workout room, and a spare bedroom before he finally found the bathroom. After doing his business, he washed his hands and thought about squeezing some milk down the drain. He was feeling a bit full and wasn’t sure when or even if Todoroki wanted to feed today. The alpha had just had some a few days ago, so there wasn’t really a pressing need. Still, with exams coming up Katsuki could definitely use some decent relaxation time. And nothing worked better than milk endorphins.

Deciding against expressing for now, he made his way back to the dining room. Todoroki was already studying again, though he looked up when Katsuki arrived. The omega sat down and started on his own stuff while the alpha left for the bathroom. 

They studied for a couple more hours before finishing everything up. Katsuki stretched and asked about more snacks. 

“I didn’t know you ate so much,” Todoroki said flatly, packing up his books. 

“Hah?! You tryna call me fat, IcyHot?”

“No. You’re actually very skinny,” Todoroki explained as he stood up. “I’ll see what we have.”

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki followed the alpha back into the kitchen. He wasn’t skinny, he was fit! And he had a very healthy metabolism, thank you very much. Milking just made him hungry, that was all. They managed to find an unopened bag of soy rice crackers and some shrimp-flavored chips. Hardly Katsuki’s preferred snacks, but he was feeling munchy and decided they would do. Todoroki got them some colas out of the fridge and led the way to the living room.  

This room was certainly more modern, with a big sectional couch, a plush rug over the hardwood floor, and a truly massive TV. A picture of the TV is what had actually won Katsuki over on staying here. That and the fact that Todoroki had accounts on all the best media-streaming platforms. Meaning Katsuki could finally watch some of the more recent hero movies without having to go to a theatre and sit in a room with a bunch of loud extras, chomping on popcorn and stinking the place up with their pheromones.

Katsuki sprawled on the couch and started eating while Todoroki got the TV and surround sound turned on. The omega picked a trilogy of popular movies and the two of them settled in. Halfway through the second film, Todoroki looked over at him and then pointedly down at his chest. Katsuki wasn’t even upset, he’d expected this and his pecs were feeling full anyway.

“You want some?” Katsuki asked, already shifting to a better position. 

Nodding, Todoroki scooched over on the sofa and curled up next to Katsuki. Since he was wearing a t-shirt today, Katsuki just took it off and balled it up to use as an impromptu pillow. Within seconds, Todoroki was latched on and drinking at his normal, slow pace. Unlike normal, the alpha’s eyes were still open so he could watch the movie. Katsuki brushed soft dual-colored hair out of the alpha’s eyes, barely paying attention to the movie himself as he cradled Todoroki’s head and slipped into those sweet, sweet endorphins. 

They were soon broken out of their reverie by the front door opening and closing. Katsuki stiffened and slowly pried Todoroki off his chest, but it was too late. Endeavor was standing in the entryway to the room, staring at the pair of them sitting so intimately. The scent of milk was strong too, as Todoroki’s sudden removal left Katsuki’s nipple dripping. 

But there was an even stronger smell in the area - dominant alpha pheromones. Katsuki had never experienced anything quite that intense before, not even from his own mother or the alpha teachers at school. The scent was pure, unadulterated power and his inner omega cowed to it instantly.

“Shouto,” Endeavor said and Katsuki jumped at how loud the man was, though at least he didn’t sound angry. 

Or, well, not that angry? Frankly, it was kind of hard to tell.

“This is my classmate, Katsuki Bakugou,” Todoroki said, sitting up and then reaching out to pause the movie. 

Fuck, what was Katsuki supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? This was ten times worse than getting caught by Inasa. Two unsupervised teenagers cuddling on a couch? An alpha feeding from an omega while watching a movie in the middle of a Saturday afternoon? It would be easy for Endeavor to misconstrue what was going on here.   

“He’s an omega,” Endeavor stated, eyes finally shifting to Katsuki for the first time. 

“Yeah, so what?” Scoffing, Katsuki reached for his t-shirt and pulled it back on, resorting to his classic emotional stand-by of petulant delinquent. 

“Let’s go to my room, Bakugou. We can finish watching this on my laptop,” Todoroki said, standing up.

“Fine.”

The two teens left the room, with Endeavor still standing in the same spot as before. He didn’t have his flames on, which Katsuki considered a good sign. 

Turns out, Todoroki’s actual bedroom looked a lot like his dorm room, just bigger. Moving to his huge wardrobe, the alpha dug out a spare futon and some linens. Katsuki got to work making his own bed a few feet from Todoroki’s while the alpha got his laptop ready. Katsuki made himself comfortable on the guest futon. As if the couch hadn’t been bad enough, now they had sleeping spots right next to each other. But Katsuki was feeling a little loopy and sleepy from their feeding, so he didn’t give a fuck.

He also had a bunch of texts from Deku and the group chat Kaminari and Ashido forced him to be in. He ignored them easily, flipping his phone over and leaving it by his futon. 

“I didn’t expect him to be here,” Todoroki said quietly, sitting on his own futon and pulling the laptop closer. “We can leave after we finish this, if you want.”

Katsuki thought about it. Going back to the dorms wouldn’t be the end of the world, but he was honestly having a decent time being away from school. And their confrontation with Endeavor hadn’t been that bad. They could probably just ignore him for the rest of the night. The worst part was having to watch the movies on a laptop instead of the big screen. Oh well.

“I’m fine if you are. It’s a nice break,” Katsuki said as he stretched and got into a better movie-watching position. 

“Okay.”

Todoroki hit play and they watched the rest of the film. It was good, but not as good as the first. Still, it had an intense cliff-hanger so he wanted to watch the third movie right away. But first he had to go to the bathroom again.

Excusing himself, he made his way down the hall. This time, he planned to express most of the milk and be done with it. Todoroki probably wouldn’t ask to drink again, since his father was around. Turning the corner, Katsuki froze upon seeing Endeavor standing near the kitchen with two bags of takeout in his hands. 

“Ah, Bakugou. I got us dinner. Fetch Shouto and come eat in the dining room.”

Nodding, Katsuki watched the man walk out of sight and rushed to the bathroom. He pissed and washed his hands, not feeling like he had time for anything else. Heading back down the hallway to Shouto’s room, he carefully slid the door closed.

“So...your dad got takeout,” he told Todoroki, not sure how he felt about it himself. 

“Okay.”

“And he wants us to eat it in the dining room.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

It was too late to leave now without pissing the number one hero off, so Todoroki sighed and stood up. They made their way to the dining room together and found a veritable smorgasbord of food. Soba, sushi, sashimi, tempura, rice, miso soup - Endeavor had clearly gone all out. Or maybe he just had a big appetite, he was the largest alpha Katsuki had ever seen besides All Might. Well, glory days All Might. Anymore, the hero looked more like a skeleton than anything.

“Sit down,” Endeavor ordered and Shouto and Katsuki sat down next to each other, a few seats away from the hero at the end of the table.

“Bakugou, I remember you from the Sports Festival. You have an impressive quirk,” Endeavor said.

“You mean the one where I beat Icy-, uh, your son?” Katsuki said as he reached for some tempura, only barely catching himself on the nickname in time.

Todoroki looked at him with his brows raised, clearly surprised at Katsuki’s boldness. Katsuki blamed his own lack of etiquette training. He wasn’t used to talking to other people’s parents. His own parents had taught him how to appear polite and how to eat at fancy parties, but they never wanted him to talk.

“Yes, I suppose you did.”

Endeavor’s tone was displeased and Katsuki didn’t really want to talk about the battle anyway so he let it drop. The Sports Festival was old news and he was still embarrassed about the whole muzzle thing. Endeavor was probably mad about Todoroki not using his fire in the final match.

No one else said anything either. Katsuki had thought the house was silent when they had been studying earlier, but now it was eerily quiet and the tension in the air was thick. The omega could smell ozone and the scent of hot cinders pouring off the man, but he tried to ignore it. He knew the guy hired wet nurses. Busty ones too, apparently. Surely one would be stopping by later. That would be...weird. 

Throughout the meal, Katsuki could feel eyes on him. The food was super high quality and tasty, but he found himself distracted. Todoroki was blithely slurping up his soba, so the blond knew who was staring. He ate a ton of sushi and tempura and tried to forget about it, but everytime he glanced over, Endeavor’s piercing blue eyes were gazing right at him. It was...unnerving, to say the least. But Katsuki didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. In fact, he planned to ask Todoroki if they could leave after dinner. He’d changed his mind. 

Todoroki finished eating way before his father or the omega by his side. Katsuki realized he was holding up the process and stuffed a final bite of sashimi into his mouth before nudging Todoroki with his elbow. The alpha started pushing his seat back from the table.

“You guys can use the living room, if you want,” Endeavor said suddenly. “I’m going to exercise after dinner like usual and then do some work in the study.”

“Thanks,” Todoroki nodded and Katsuki chewed at his lip. 

Fuck, were they really going to stay? Fuck fuck fuck. His inner omega couldn’t take much more of this. The powerful pheromones pouring off Endeavor were too fucking much. They made him want to submit, to tilt his head to the side and beg for forgiveness. It was bullshit. He’d never felt like this before in his life. Why wasn’t the fucker controlling his damn pheromones?!

“I got mochi ice cream too, if you want some later,” the large alpha went on, finally looking at his son.

“Oh, you like ice cream, don’t you?” Todoroki asked, turning to Katsuki.

Of course he liked ice cream. Who didn’t like ice cream?!

“Y-Yeah,” he replied because what the fuck else was he supposed to say?

“I’ll clean this up. You kids can go watch your movie.”

Todoroki stood and then started heading for the living room. Katsuki grabbed a piece of sushi for the road and hurried to follow Todoroki. Once they were out of sight of Endeavor, he sighed. He still wanted to leave, but now it was somehow even more awkward. Todoroki was turning on the TV and pulling up the final movie in the trilogy like everything was fine.

Shit, it was probably was fine for him - he’d grown up in this fucking old school mansion, having awkward family dinners for years. And as an alpha, Todoroki wouldn’t be affected by Endeavor’s overbearing pheromones. 

Counting to ten, Katsuki tried to calm down. He wished he could feed Todoroki, even just a little. That would relax him enough to just sit down and watch the stupid movie. Perching on the edge of the couch, he chewed at the inside of his cheek. 

“I hope that one guy with the hat is in this one,” Todoroki said, referring to the movie.

“He fucking died in the last one, IcyHot, so I doubt it,” Katsuki replied, leaning back a bit and crossing his legs. 

“No, not that hat guy. The other hat guy.” 

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut. Christ, watching movies with Todoroki was like watching shit with his own fucking dad. Never paying enough attention and forgetting everyone’s names immediately. At least Todoroki didn’t pause shit every five minutes and ask what was going on.

“Other hat guy doesn’t even have a cool quirk,” Katsuki noted, hating that he knew exactly who Todoroki was talking about.

“I dunno. I think having cat claws would be fun.”

“Aren’t your two quirks enough?”

“I’m just saying.”

Katsuki sighed. “I hate you.”

Todoroki just reached out and pushed play. They sat a little farther apart this time. Endeavor walked by during the opening credits, but he didn’t say anything. Katsuki assumed the alpha was headed for the home gym he’d seen. The room had been singed and riddled with burnt equipment, which was weird, but maybe not for someone with a quirk like Endeavor’s. The movie was actually pretty intense and Katsuki didn’t notice if the alpha was moving around after that. 

Once the movie was over, Todoroki went and got them the mochi ice cream and some glasses of water. Hungry again already, Katsuki ate several pieces. Matcha was his favorite, but the black sesame was also good. Todoroki only ate two and ended up handing Katsuki the last piece.

“It’s all melted,” Katsuki noted with a frown.

“Oh,” Todoroki said, looking down as ice crept up around the treat, flash freezing it in a thin coat of frost. 

“I’m not eating your fuckin’ quirk ice,” Katsuki snapped, shoving the hand away when Todoroki tried to offer it to him.

“Why not?”

“It’s gross!” 

“How? I drink your milk.”

“Exactly! You’re not drinking my fuckin’ nitroglyercin sweat.”

Todoroki blinked. “Do you want me to?”

“No!” Katsuki actually popped off an explosion and then froze, looking at the opening to the hallway. 

Fuck. Would Endeavor come and yell at them? His mom hated when he used his quirk in the house. And their living room just had a normal-sized TV in it, not a fucking jumbotron. 

“For the record, my quirk isn’t sweat-based,” Todoroki said, chewing loudly on the frozen mochi. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothin’. I thought your dad might come yell at us.”

“Oh. He doesn’t really do that anymore.”

“Oh.”

With the dessert gone, they picked their next movie. This one was a new documentary about undercover hero work. Katsuki was a bit disappointed that it didn’t feature Eraserhead, but it had good reviews so they decided to give it a go. 

The documentary was interesting, but the information was delivered in a rather dry way and all the footage was shot at night or in dark rooms. It didn’t take long before Todoroki was nodding off. Katsuki felt pretty tired himself, but he struggled to stay awake since he wanted to learn more about this side of heroics so few people got to see. 

The late hour and his full stomach ended up winning, however, and he must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing he knew, heavy footsteps were stirring him awake. And then scalding hot hands were grabbing at his shoulders and hauling him upright. Yelping in alarm, he tried to shove away from his attacker, but was met with an immovable wall of muscle. And the room smelled so strongly of alpha aggression and ozone that it made Katsuki’s head spin. 

Endeavor sat down on the large chair next to the couch and manhandled Katsuki into his lap. The alpha was still sweaty from his workout and Katsuki had never smelled such potent pheromones in his life. He could hardly breathe through the overbearing fumes. And the man’s skin was painfully hot. His hands were like branding irons, even when they touched Katsuki through his clothes. 

Katsuki’s shirt was half-ripped off, half-burnt off and he was lifted slightly. His brain was too goopy from sleep and pheromones to fight back, and his arms were clamped to his sides by massive hands anyway. And then a burning hot mouth was closing around his nipple. Whining, Katsuki tried to wiggle away, but the alpha was insistent. His milk flowed freely and it almost felt like it was boiling as it left his body. Despite himself, Katsuki slumped a bit as his already-clouded mind was rushed with familiar endorphins. He wanted to fight it, but his inner omega gave up immediately. The alpha pheromones were too strong. Too dominant. It hurt, but his body gave over anyway. There was no fighting an alpha who smelled like this.

“Father! Stop it, let him go!” Todoroki shouted.

A massive chunk of ice shot up from the floor before it was instantly evaporated by the waves of heat coming off Endeavor. The smaller alpha tried fire next, but that worked even less as his father merely absorbed the flames. 

“Sit down, Shouto,” Endeavor snarled, lips barely an inch away from the omega and voice dripping with murderous intent. “The wet nurse has been sick all week and I need some goddamn milk before I burn the house down.”

With that, his lips reattached to Katsuki’s chest and the blond cried out in pain. Why was it so hot? Couldn’t the alpha control that, at least? He felt like he was being burned alive. Not to mention how brutal Endeavor was being, drinking just as deeply as Inasa, only somehow way more violently. Katsuki felt like his nipple was going to be ripped off from the sheer force of the man’s suckling.

It was so hot and painful that he could hardly breathe. His brain and inner omega were telling him to relax and give in - that this was fine, that the alpha was strong and worthy - but his body wanted to run away from the agony. He felt torn, unable to act on either desire with how he was being held up and rapidly drank from. He was so, so tired.

Katsuki could feel the sweat on his palms igniting despite his meager attempts to control it. The air was sweltering and setting off mini explosions on its own like he’d never felt before. Like they were being ripped out of him. He was completely helpless, perched there on the so-called hero’s lap. With Inasa, he’d felt small. Now, he felt positively dwarfed and so very, very frail.

Suddenly, a cool hand lightly wrapped around the back of his neck and Katsuki groaned in relief. It wasn’t enough to erase the heat coming from the alpha in front of him, but he was grateful for the support. He wanted to look back at Todoroki, but he couldn’t tear his weeping eyes off of the alpha feeding from him.

“So sweet,” Endeavor crooned, moving to Katsuki’s other nipple.

The air wasn’t as blistering now, but the second those lips descended again, Katsuki’s body was wracked with pain anew. He felt even more drained and exhausted than when Inasa fed, which was fucking saying something. If the hero hadn’t been holding him in place, he would’ve crumpled to the floor already. And his head was still so thick with pheromones and endorphins that he could hardly think. His body was being blasted with mixed signals from every angle, leaving him exhausted and hurt and confused. 

After what felt like ten seconds but also forever, Endeavor pulled away. The alpha looked more relaxed and at ease, and the air was much cooler already. Katsuki could barely keep his eyes open, but he looked down and saw two bright red circles around his areolas and whined. Alpha had hurt him, why did alpha hurt him? 

Endeavor stood up and carried Katsuki to Todoroki’s room. The omega was carefully laid down on top of the guest futon and he must have fallen asleep for a moment, because he awoke to Todoroki putting some type of ointment on one of his nipples while cooling down the other with his quirk. It felt good. Katsuki’s mind was so clouded, he didn’t remember why his chest hurt in the first place. He reached up and tried to bring Todoroki’s head to his chest, seeking more comfort, but the alpha resisted and focused on slathering on heaps of ointment. Whining at the rejection, Katsuki let his eyes flutter shut again.

Katsuki woke up the next day feeling torn. On the one hand, his chest was still a bit sore - though he had to admit that whatever burn cream Todoroki had used really seemed to do the trick. On the other hand, he’d fed the fucking number one hero. When Endeavor fought villains and rescued people over the next few days, it would be Katsuki’s milk fueling him. 

Not to mention how feeding from Katsuki had calmed down such a strong, virile alpha within minutes. A man snarling at his favorite child and threatening to burn his own house down had then carefully carried Katsuki to bed. And the man’s overwhelming alpha pheromones still had his inner omega in a tizzy, pleased with feeding such a dominant alpha. Despite last night, his stupid omega felt safe in the alpha’s territory.

Still, it wasn’t an experience Katsuki wanted to repeat, he felt angry and ashamed that it had happened at all, let alone like that. Endeavor wasn’t someone he knew or trusted. His milk had been taken against his will for the first time, and it was terrifying and enraging in equal measure. And yet, some dumb part of himself felt oddly useful. Sure, the alpha was just hungry and he was convenient, but still. Actually, Katsuki was grateful he’d had milk to give. He shuddered to think what would have happened if he was low on supply or empty. No doubt he and Todoroki would both be ashes by now. 

Still, it was odd that such a wealthy alpha couldn’t have simply hired a different wet nurse or omega milk service. Surely Endeavor could afford a rush order or something. Katsuki knew that milk agencies were 24-hour operations, with omegas on-call and ready to go. For a price the hero could no doubt easily pay.

Sighing, Katsuki sat up and looked over at Todoroki. The alpha was sleeping soundly, lying flat on his back with his arms crossed over his chest like a vampire or something. Was this entire family just filled with freaks?

Katsuki didn’t feel like leaving Todoroki’s room alone, but he really had to piss. The thought of waking the alpha up to escort him to the bathroom was also way too embarrassing. Katsuki was a prospective hero, he shouldn’t be this scared. He wasn’t being milked right now, so his head was clear. He could handle this.

Plus, Endeavor had fed well yesterday. So it should be fine now. Right?

Padding down the hallway, Katsuki realized he was still topless and only wearing his black joggers from yesterday. Fuck. He thought about turning back, but his bladder was pretty insistent.

Rushing to the bathroom, he locked the door and slipped out his dick. He pissed for like five minutes straight, sighing in relief once it was all out. Sometimes, it felt like his life was centered around his body filling itself up and him having to empty it again. 

Checking out his chest in the mirror as he washed his hands, he saw that the burn marks were mostly faded already. And his nipples were still fully intact and definitely not ripped off or torn. They did look a little chafed though, which was new. He might have to dig into the supplies his father had sent after all.

Leaving the bathroom, he stopped because Endeavor was just standing there in the hallway. Like he’d been waiting for him. Endeavor held a steaming cup of coffee in one massive hand. The mug looked ridiculously tiny and breakable in his grip. Like Katsuki had felt last night. His sleepy mind deliriously wondered if the alpha put milk in his coffee. 

“What are your intentions with Shouto?” Endeavor asked, more quietly than Katsuki had ever heard the guy. 

“Huh?” Katsuki said stupidly and blinked at him. 

“He’s an alpha. You’re an omega. He clearly likes you, he’s never brought someone over before.”

Well, shit. Katsuki didn’t know that. Todoroki had plenty of friends at UA, but he assumed that wasn’t always the case. Was this really the first time he’d invited someone to his house? And for a fucking sleepover at that.

“We’re just friends,” he replied truthfully. 

“You feed him.”

With a shrug, Katsuki tried to angle himself towards Todoroki’s bedroom. “I feed several alphas in my class.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, so it’s no big deal.”

Endeavor sipped his coffee and Katsuki found himself wondering if the alpha drank it as violently as he drank from omegas. Probably not.

“Your milk is very high quality.”

“Uh...”

Katsuki was not prepared for all these awkward social situations. His default response to things was anger, but that wasn’t going to work here. There’s no way his inner omega would speak out against such a dominant alpha again, especially after last night. So he did the only thing he could think of. He turned around and speed-walked down the hallway. Sliding open Todoroki’s door, he closed it quickly with a snap.

The younger alpha stirred, sitting up and looking at Katsuki in confusion as he rubbed his eyes.

“What’s going on?” Todoroki asked around a yawn.

“Can we fuckin’ leave already?” Katsuki hissed quietly, worried that Endeavor would hear them. “Your dad’s creeping me the fuck out.”

“Oh. Alright.”

The two of them scrambled to get ready. Todoroki ran to the bathroom while Katsuki changed clothes and packed his shit. Having a shirt rubbing against his nipples hurt, but he didn’t really have anything to fix that. Bandaids were a no-go since he had still-healing burns all around the area. He’d just have to grin and bear it. 

They left without saying goodbye and grabbed some breakfast at the train station. Since it was still early on a Sunday morning, they were able to find seats next to each other and ate in silence. 

Once they were finally back and riding the elevator in the dorms, Todoroki sighed. “Sorry about my father.”

“S’fine.”

“It’s not.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t mention what happened last night to me or anyone else ever again. Understood?”

Todoroki frowned, but he nodded. “Understood.”

With that, Katsuki stepped out on his floor and headed to his room. He just wanted to be alone. After taking a quick shower to wash off all the gross Endeavor pheromones and day-old sweat, he locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. All his homework was done already, so he just watched anime on his laptop and read hero news to kill the time until bed. 

He flicked through the notifications on his phone at one point. His squad’s group chat was mostly memes and photos from everyone’s holiday celebrations with their families. Deku had texted asking if Katsuki wanted to ride the train home together. And then a flurry of messages asking why Katsuki hadn’t gone home and if he was at the dorms alone. Katsuki didn’t bother to respond to any of the messages. He was tired and didn’t want to deal with any more idiots or drama. Why did Deku care if Katsuki was alone anyway? He was usually alone. Hell, with how his weekend had gone, it probably would’ve been better if he’d just stayed in the dorms alone anyway.

Later that evening, Endeavor melted an entire building containing a notorious gang’s hideout. Steel beams, concrete foundations, and all. The news claimed the hero had never shown such immense power before.

Katsuki hated that a part of him felt good about that. 

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Days passed and the incident with Endeavor slowly faded into the background. Compared to things like getting kidnapped by the League or being held captive in a moving mass of living sludge while people smiled and watched on, feeding an alpha some milk in a less-than-ideal way was hardly anything to be too concerned about. It wasn’t illegal and Katsuki had healed just fine thanks to whatever burn cream Todoroki had used on him, plus some of the shit Masaru had sent. Aizawa didn’t notice that his nipples were still a bit chapped on Monday. 

The only real thing that had changed was that Katsuki would walk away from the common room TV whenever the news was on and covering the latest hero updates. Endeavor was always the hot topic lately and Katsuki couldn’t stand it. Not during the days when the hero was burning brighter than ever, nor even after the hero apparently returned to normal. Either thought made him sick, so he just removed himself from the situation. 

Sometimes Iida or Deku would follow him out of the room and he’d let them. They’d study together in someone’s dorm or hunt around in the kitchen for snacks together. Once he and Deku even went out for an evening run. It was clear the nerd wanted to ask about last weekend, but Katsuki wasn’t much for talking and Deku didn’t push it. 

Slowly, as the week passed, life mostly returned to normal. By Friday, Endeavor’s heroic efforts weren’t as miraculous and Todoroki wasn’t avoiding eye contact anymore. The alpha joined Katsuki’s study session with Iida and he allowed it. He fed Todoroki on his normal day too. They didn’t talk about the weekend or Endeavor or how well Katsuki’s nipples had healed. Katsuki understood why Todoroki used his cool hand to massage the omega’s other pec while drinking now. A habit the alpha had no doubt picked up quite young. 

Katsuki wasn’t sure if Endeavor had done that to Todoroki’s mother or just wet nurses, but it didn’t really matter. No omega would be able to fight off an alpha like that. Not when your instincts froze up and tried to keep you safe by standing still and obedient. Not when the alpha’s pheromones alone were enough to make you expose your scent gland and sink to the floor. Katsuki’s own alpha mother was intimidating, but it was nothing like Endeavor. The alpha radiated power and anger. Not even All Might in his buff form smelled like that.  

His dad called at one point, asking how his holiday had been. He kept it vague and brief, saying he’d stayed over with a friend. Masaru expressed his desire for his son to come home to visit soon and Katsuki promised he would. He should have done that to begin with. His father had always warned him about alphas. Katsuki had never really listened because he was smart and brave, with a strong quirk and body. He didn’t need to be afraid or wary of anyone, even an alpha.

After the year he’d been having, he was starting to realize his dad may have been right.

His suppressants had kept him safe from the League of Villains, who didn’t notice they had an omega before he was saved. By All Might. Again. The sludge villain had known right away of course, that slime got everywhere. All Might had saved him that time too. And Deku, of course. That idiot, always charging in blindly and putting himself at risk.

Todoroki had tried, but failed to save Katsuki from Endeavor. Staring up at the ceiling one night in his bed, he idly wondered what would have happened if Deku was there. He hated the idea of being saved, obviously, but he hated what happened to him even more. Alphas could get away with anything. Maybe a Delaware Smash or some of that fancy Shoot Style could have come in handy.

Grumbling, he rolled over. Why was he thinking about fucking Deku? Stupid beta nerd couldn’t have done shit. Endeavor was a powerhouse. No one could have stopped him at that moment. He wanted milk and he got it. And, in society’s eyes, it was Katsuki’s job to give it to him.

The next Monday morning while feeding Aizawa, Katsuki noticed a new scent in the air. Undeniably alpha, but also somewhat minty. Confused, he looked around, but his classmates were all focused on their work. Looking out the windows to his left, he saw that several of them were open. No doubt it was just some strong-smelling alpha on the street or from another class. It was weird though, because the mint had seemed familiar somehow and most alphas and omegas were on blockers or suppressants that practically erased their scents. Unless an alpha was becoming aggressive or an omega was in distress, their scents were generally well-managed. 

Aizawa’s stubble rubbed at him a bit harshly and he focused back on the task at hand. Slipping a finger down near his nipple, he delicately shifted the alpha’s angle and pushed him back a half-inch. The man was still able to feed, but he wouldn’t give Katsuki a rash. 

A few minutes later, his teacher pulled back at the sound of the bell, nodding to Katsuki and heading to gather some stacks of papers to grade. Katsuki did up his buttons again, feeling pleasantly light. Unlike the other alphas he fed, Aizawa never got to be leisurely about it and he rarely drained Katsuki to empty. Still, the man clearly got enough to make do and he never asked for more. 

Katsuki, unfortunately, had to immediately turn to focusing on classwork which wasn’t always easy. He couldn’t afford to slack off though, so he pushed himself to pay attention. The endorphins calmed him down, but they made him a bit lazy as well. Sometimes it was hard to read the board or pay full attention to the next teacher. 

He had made a rule for himself after he started to feed multiple alphas each week: he wouldn’t let his grades drop. Nothing was more important to him than graduating and becoming a hero. Not even happy-crappy hormones or hungry alphas could stop him.

As Present Mic came in to start their English lesson, he shook his head to clear it of the remaining endorphins so he could take the best notes possible. It didn’t work one hundred percent, of course, but it was better than nothing. 

After lunch, Katsuki ended up walking next to Todoroki on their way back to the classroom. Both had stopped off at the bathroom, while the rest of their classmates went on ahead.

“Bakugou,” Todoroki started after a few moments of amicable silence. “My father has given me permission to court you. He says you’re a very high-caliber omega.”

Shoving his hands into his pockets so he didn’t explode the alpha, Katsuki hissed, “Don’t say ‘high-caliber omega’ to me or anyone ever again, you fucking idiot!”

“Why not? It’s true, right? You have a strong quirk, good milk, you’re healthy, you-”

“Fuckin’ cut it out!” he roared, pushing the alpha up against some lockers.

“I’m confused,” Todoroki said, holding up his hands in surrender. “It’s a compliment.”

“No, it’s a bullshit metric used by traditionalist assholes who think omegas are only good for breeding stock.”

Todoroki’s face fell. Katsuki stepped away, putting his hands back in his pockets, but not walking away just yet. He didn’t blame Todoroki, he was just the messenger for his father’s fucked-up message. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard such a thing either. When he was just a kid, one of his uncles had said the same thing right after Katsuki manifested his quirk. His parents didn’t talk to that part of the family anymore.

Omega rights had come a long way in the last sixty years or so, with huge progress being made in the last ten - especially for omega heroes. Once upon a time, omegas couldn’t own property or have bank accounts in their name. They couldn't be heroes or work as lawyers or police officers or hold government offices or any position of power, really. There were still plenty of people, like Endeavor apparently, who thought omegas couldn’t handle hard or risky work. They thought omegas should just stay home and raise children. And of course omegas were divided up and turned against each other with the whole idea of calibers and other bullshit rankings. Courting and shit made it worse, with prescribed gifts and etiquette on both sides. 

All of that caliber and courting crap had fallen by the wayside when his parents were kids, but some people never seemed to let that shit die. There were still parents who arranged alpha courtships for their omega children and people occasionally ranked omega celebrities by caliber. Katsuki knew he was great and strong and the fucking best, but he was that as a person, not as an omega. He wasn’t just a walking womb and tits. He was more than a child and milk distributor. He was a fucking hero and he’d fight every moment of his life to prove it.

“Sorry. I didn’t know,” Todoroki said quietly. “That explains a lot, actually.”

Remembering Todoroki’s omega mother, Katsuki sighed. Before he could console the alpha, though, a new voice rang out from nearby.

“Didn’t know what?” Deku asked. “You guys shouldn’t be fighting in the middle of the hallway. Iida might catch you.”

“Mind your own fucking business, Deku,” Katsuki spat, not even looking at the nerd.

“I was telling Bakugou that my father approved my courting of him,” Todoroki said blithely, straightening out his blazer.

Deku sputtered.

“Yeah, well you don’t have my fuckin’ persmission!” Katsuki shouted, whirling on his heel and marching towards the classroom.

As he walked, Katsuki thought he smelled that minty alpha musk again, but it was gone in an instant. Turning back, he saw Deku staring at Todoroki with an odd look on his face. The green-haired dweeb almost looked...angry. What the fuck was that about? Deku was a beta, so he really had no place in a discussion about courting anyway. And Katsuki certainly didn’t want the nerd pitying him or omegas. Society had come a long way, especially in the last decade or so. He wasn’t about to have some fucking beta look down on him. Omega calibers were dead, but courting was still kind of a thing in some circles. Especially rich, traditional circles like Todoroki’s family. Not that Katsuki gave a fuck, he wanted both ideas to die. 

Glancing at his watch, he saw the bell was about to ring.

“Oi, hurry up or we’ll be late, fuckers!” Katsuki yelled over his shoulder and he heard two sets of footsteps follow after him.

He decided that if Todoroki brought it up again, he would merely punch the alpha in the face. Maybe he’d even revoke feeding privileges. That would surely teach the clueless idiot a lesson.

The next day, Katsuki was paired up with Deku for sparring exercises in Ground Beta. As they stretched, Deku seemed oddly quiet. It wasn’t long before Katsuki learned why.

“Kacchan...what Todoroki’s dad said, you didn’t take it to heart, did you?” Deku asked while reaching for his toes.

“Hah?” Katsuki exclaimed, before remembering his little tussle with Todoroki the day before. “Like I give a fuck about Endeavor. Guy’s a fucking creepy loser.”

Deku tilted his head to the side. “Creepy?”

“Yeah, fucker was super creepy when I was over there last weekend. Always keeping an eye on us and shit,” Katsuki grumbled, though he left out the whole feeding fiasco. 

“Wait...what? You went to Todoroki’s house?!” Deku asked, suddenly standing up.

“Yeah? So what?”

“B-But Kacchan never comes to my house anymore!” 

Katsuki was thrown for a loop. He’d expected Deku to pester him with questions about the number one hero’s house or fridge contents or something else a hero nerd would want to know. Not this random accusation. He hadn’t been to Deku’s house since fucking grade school and vice versa. What did that have to do with anything? They hadn’t exactly been friends during middle school and had only recently reconnected and started to patch shit up between the two of them.

“Fuck off. It was just a one-time thing,” he explained, waving his hand. “IcyHot said he had a big TV, but it wasn’t fucking worth it once Endeavor came home.”

“B-Big-?!”

Deku was suddenly muttering up a storm and pacing back and forth. Katsuki watched for a moment before he sighed and finished up his last stretch. Whatever was going on between Deku and Todoroki wasn’t his fucking business. What two awkward nerds could possibly fight about was beyond him. He didn’t care anyway. They were here to spar, not chat. 

“Oi, Deku. Let’s fuckin’ go already.”

Deku came at him without delay, already sparking with green electricity. At first, Katsuki had the upper hand like normal. He got in several early takedowns and pins on the nerd, but then something shifted. Deku started moving faster, kicking harder, and using more aggressive tactics than usual. The beta was truly in top form, and it pissed Katsuki off.

Rocketing himself up into the air, Katsuki spun around and encased himself in a vortex of flames and smoke. Hurtling back to Earth, he aimed right for Deku’s chest. At the last second, his opponent managed to step to the side and darted out, grabbing the back of Katsuki’s UA gym uniform and slamming him to the ground. Deku pinned him easily after that, body pressing down firmly against Katsuki’s. With the breath and wits knocked out of him momentarily, it took Katsuki way too long to realize that Deku was snarling. What the fuck?

Katsuki was roughly flipped over and then the sniffing began. Deku’s face was pressed right against Katsuki’s shirt as he sniffed and mouthed at the omega’s neck, shoulders, and finally his chest. Katsuki was planning to feed Iida that afternoon, so his chest was pretty full and he’d leaked some out during their fight. But why did that matter? Deku was a beta, he shouldn’t care about omega milk at all. He shouldn't even be able to smell it.

The smoke and dust slowly cleared and Katsuki realized he was wrong. That minty scent was back, practically oozing all around him as warm hands slid over his torso. There was a hint of ozone too. What the fuck? Just how many goddamn secrets was Deku keeping from him?! First a quirk and now this?!

“Get the fuck off me!” he shouted.

Bucking up, Katsuki attempted to break out of the pin. Deku held him down firmly, eyes dark and throat still reverberating with an ominous snarl. Katsuki wasn’t scared of the nerd, but it was...alarming, to say the least. He finally got his hands behind his own back and blasted two explosions to try and get himself upright. Green lightning crackled as Deku fought to hold him down. Growling in frustration, Katsuki increased his own firepower. 

But then Deku’s teeth caught on Katsuki’s uniform top and ripped it open. Before Katsuki could get his arms out from behind himself to try and block access, Deku descended like a rabid animal on his right pec and bit down before sucking hard.

“Ow, fuck!” Katsuki cried out, finally getting his arms free and hitting the other’s head. “Let go, Deku, you bastard!”

Deku merely snarled and bit down harder, holding on for dear life. The nerd wasn’t even drinking anything - he hadn’t properly latched. The alpha scent was suffocating now, with the slightest hint of ozone alongside it. Katsuki didn’t understand what was happening. If Deku was really an alpha, how had he hidden it this whole time? And where did the nerd get milk from? Deku only went home to visit his mom once a month. And Katsuki knew for a fact that Auntie Inko was a beta.

No, he knew that Deku wasn’t an alpha. The nerd hadn’t actually hidden a quirk from him and there was no way he could hide his secondary gender either. Deku had All Might’s quirk for a matter of days before spilling the beans to Katsuki, even if in a round-about way about ‘getting a quirk from someone else’ which was, of course, impossible. It hadn’t taken Katsuki long to put two and two together on that one. So there was no way Deku would have been able to keep a secret like this. Alphas and omegas had super-powered senses of smell, Katsuki would have noticed this overpowering minty scent before.

Katsuki tried to blast Deku off his chest, but the curly-haired teen rolled an eye his way. It was glowing green and didn’t look familiar at all. A single, scarred hand lifted and grabbed Katsuki’s erupting one. His wrist was turned over, the explosions snuffed out in the dirt - all while Deku didn’t even blink. Actual, unadulterated fear struck Katsuki for an instant and he fell still. He’d never seen Deku like this before. Silent, practically feral, and with One For All at his fingertips.

Deku took that opportunity to release the omega’s pec from his jaws and attempted to create a seal around the nipple with his lips again. After a few haphazard attempts, he finally got it right and started greedily gulping the milk down. Katsuki hissed and tried to shove Deku away, but it was like pushing a brick wall. One of his hands was still being tightly held by the other teen too, so he couldn’t risk using his free arm to explode the guy, because he’d probably rip off his own arm in the process. Maybe even a nipple, if Deku bit down again.

Endorphins were flooding his brain, but Katsuki was still so confused and scared. What was going on? Was this even really Deku? He’d seemed pretty normal all day, and their initial sparring bouts had been standard. What had changed?

He knew Deku better than anyone. They’d grown up together. Progressing in life from friends, to bully and victim, to proper rivals, to almost-sorta friends again. He always measured himself against Deku, who seemed to have the natural instincts of a true hero. One focused on saving instead of winning. Even way before the nerd ever had a quirk, he would rush to protect or help others. At the time, that self-sacrificing nature had scared Katsuki. He didn’t understand it. How could a quirkless nobody help him, someone with a strong quirk? Now he knew better. 

Wincing at the scraping of teeth, Katsuki tried to pull away again, but Deku readjusted his pin and held down both the omega’s hands with one of his own, thick thighs holding Katsuki’s waist and legs still. Thankfully, the pheromones swirling around them were calming down. The milk was working.

Wait.

Eyes widening, Katsuki looked at the boy on top of him in shock. Had Deku presented as an alpha just now? During their spar? Was that even possible? He’d heard of late bloomers, but this was ridiculous.

For Katsuki, his pheromones had slowly developed over the course of several weeks. He knew it was coming. Alphas and omegas usually did, as their bodies were different, especially intersex male omegas and female alphas. And all alphas and omegas had raised bumps on their necks that eventually turned into scent glands producing pheromones. Bumps that betas didn’t have. It was scientifically proven that betas couldn’t produce alpha or omega children. But what about people who inherited powers through ingesting someone else’s DNA? All Might was an alpha. Deku was a beta.

Only, Deku wasn’t a beta anymore.

No, it was an alpha suckling desperately at his chest right now. Biting and tugging on the nipple like a wild animal, or a newborn babe who didn’t know any better. 

It dawned on him then: Katsuki was the first omega to feed Deku milk...ever. Why that thought suddenly filled him with pride and warmth, Katsuki didn’t understand. But it was true that the scrawny nerd probably needed milk more than anyone. The idiot was always hurting himself, breaking his bones and pushing his body to the limit. Katsuki could feel the joints in the alpha’s hand clicking and crunching a bit as Deku flexed and squeezed. Finally getting some good nutrients would probably do him good.

Wait, what the fuck? Why was Katsuki thinking shit like that? He shook his head, but his mind was so clouded with hormones and the undeniable scent of alpha that he was having a hard time ignoring his inner omega. Fuck, he was even purring. He usually didn’t do that unless he was tired or at the tail-end of one of Todoroki’s super slow and methodical feeding sessions.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he saw Deku as more than a kinda-sorta friend or a rival. He respected him. Worried about it. Wanted him to be safe and happy. It was so stupid and he often blamed those feelings on his sappy omega biology, but he knew there was something else there. Something deeper had always been there between them. Was it this? The alpha-omega connection he’d only just recently learned about himself? How could that be, when Deku had been a beta up until fucking fifteen minutes ago? He could see the bump on Deku’s neck now, but how long had the scent gland been there? The high collars of their school shirts and gym uniforms tended to hide them, but shouldn’t he have noticed something like that?

The alpha popped off and started in on Katsuki’s other nipple. Deku struggled to latch, growling again and gripping tightly at the omega’s body in frustration. 

“Fuck, calm down,” Katsuki huffed, guiding the curly-haired alpha’s head. “Open up wider, that’s it. No teeth. There ya go.”

He hardly even recognized himself or the soft voice coming out of his mouth, but Deku listened and was able to re-latch and the milk started to flow again. Petting at messy hair, Katsuki sighed and watched as the alpha eagerly drank. Deku was suckling insistently, one hand moving to possessively cover Katsuki’s other pec. Slightly crooked fingers spread out, warding away others, even though that side was practically empty and had a fucking bleeding bite mark on it.

It took a moment for Katsuki to realize Deku was grunting a little too and moving his face back and forth slightly, rooting around like a baby. His inner omega thought it was adorable and the endorphins blocked out Katsuki’s actual opinions on the matter. Instead, Katsuki mewled as Deku gave a powerful suck and the omega brushed his thumb over soft skin as he pushed hair off the nerd’s face. The peaceful look on the alphas who fed from him was always his favorite. Deku looked the youngest, for some reason. The most innocent, despite having just bitten him a few minutes before. Katsuki blamed the freckles.

Once the omega’s other side was drained, Deku finally pulled back. Deku’s eyes were sleepy and half-lidded as he licked his lips and finally looked up at the blond’s face.

“Kacchan~,” Deku crooned, face tucking in alongside Katsuki’s neck and sniffing loudly.

What was with all the sniffing? How had Deku been an alpha for all of twenty minutes and he was already the weirdest one?

Wait, speaking of sniffing - the smell of mint was still quite strong in the air. Without someone actively drinking, his mind was a bit clearer. Mint. Familiar mint. Holy shit. It wasn’t toothpaste. It was Deku’s fucking alpha musk. How could Katsuki have missed that?! What the fuck, he’d been smelling something minty off and on for weeks now. He’d just chalked it up to gum or breath mints, not a new fucking alpha in the room. Fuck.

“Deku. You’re a fuckin’ alpha?” Katsuki asked, voice a bit rough and brain still buzzing.

“Mm,” Deku hummed against Katsuki’s throat. “Kacchan smells so good. Tastes so good.”

“Fuckin’...shut up. Get off me.”

“No, stay.”

Breathing out harshly through his nose, Katsuki wrenched his wrists free from Deku’s hand and sat up. The alpha came with, still grasping Katsuki’s bitten pec and huffing at his neck. 

“Snap out of it!” Katsuki yelled, shoving the alpha away. 

His chest fucking hurt and he was feeling empty and confused. They were on the far side of Ground Beta, so it wasn’t really surprising that no one had come to look for them yet. Still, surely class was nearly over by now, right? 

Standing up, Katsuki brushed off his pants and attempted to hold together his tattered top. The fabric brushed over his ravaged nipple and bite wound, causing him to hiss in pain.

“Fuck! You bit me good, you asshole,” he lamented, looking down at the wound that was larger and deeper than he’d expected. 

“Eh?” Deku asked, eyes widening slowly. “Eh?! Kacchan, what happened?!”

“You happened, fucker! You fucking bit me and then chewed on my goddamn nipple like it was rubber,” he groused, touching at his bleeding pec lightly. “Fuck!”

“Kacchan, I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me, it’s like I wasn’t in control of my own body. I’m sorry!” Deku said, scrambling to stand up and attempting to reach out.

“Stay away from me,” Katsuki barked as he shoved at the alpha again. “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were presenting?”

Deku’s head tilted to the side. “Presenting?”

“You’re a fucking alpha, Deku! Just fucking now, you’re an alpha. Feral and everything, chomping on my tit and ruining my goddamn day like normal!”

“Kacchan…” Deku clutched at his own head, suddenly mumbling a mile a minute. “Alpha? Alpha?! How is that possible, it can’t be possible. My parents are betas! Kacchan! I hurt Kacchan, bit Kacchan. This is bad, this is bad, this is bad. What do we do, what do we do, what do we-”

“Shut up already! Let’s just fuckin’ go tell Aizawa-sensei.”

“Oh! Yes, okay! Sorry, Kacchan. I don’t know why this is happening. Do you think it’s because I swallowed All Might’s DNA? Or maybe it’s something to do with One For All? Maybe it changed my secondary gender? Is that possible? I didn’t know that was possible. Are you okay? I bit you really hard. I’m so sorry. It looks like it hurts. Can I help you? I have to help Kacchan’s nipple!”

“SHUT UP!” he roared, explosions erupting from his palms.

Deku yelped and covered his head with his arms. Katsuki took off in the direction of their teacher. Aizawa usually stayed near the entrance of Ground Beta and made sure no unsuspecting students wandered too close. The lazy asshole barely even watched them anymore, finding it more rational to let the students spar amongst themselves and master new techniques.

And while Deku’s biting technique was effective, Katsuki doubted it was going to fly with their teacher.

Aizawa spotted them coming and frowned as they approached. It was clearly after class hours and the alpha had been waiting for them to arrive.

“What happened to your clothes, Bakugou?”

“Deku happened, that’s what,” Katsuki sassed back. “Fucker bit me.”

“He bit you?” Aizawa asked, suddenly concerned as he stepped forward to look at Katsuki’s chest. “Midoriya, explain.”

“Oh, um, well. I, um, that is… Well, y-you see…” Deku started, hands nervously twisting around themselves.

“Spit it out, Problem Child.”

“I presented as an alpha and f-fed from Kacchan, only I’ve never done it b-before and I was on edge and not feeling m-myself, so I accidentally b-bit him and did it too hard. And I’m really sorry and I’ll m-make it up to Kacchan, I pro-”

“Slow down,” Aizawa sighed as he pinched at the bridge of his nose. “What do you mean you presented as an alpha? When?”

“Just now.”

“That’s not possible.”

Katsuki scoffed and pointed at the still-oozing mark on his chest. “Well, it’s what fuckin’ happened, Sensei. We were in the middle of a spar and he started smellin’ like an aggressive alpha and pinned me.”

“You don’t just present overnight. Midoriya, why didn’t you tell anyone about this?” Aizawa asked, turning to glare at the green-haired teen.

“I didn't know what was h-happening! I was feeling a little off over the last few w-weeks, but I thought it was stress or something, honest! I never learned m-much about alphas or omegas in middle school. Betas were exempt from those lessons!”

Brows wrinkling, Katsuki frowned upon realizing that was true. He’d had his own private mini-course on alpha and omega dynamics back in middle school. And then a combined sex ed lesson with all of the girls, since he also had a menstrual cycle and could get pregnant. After learning the horrors awaiting him, he’d demanded to get birth control and suppressants right away and his parents had agreed. He skipped all but two periods a year and blocked all the worst aspects of being an omega, like heats and slick-related shit. He didn't want anything to hold him back from his goal.

Still, it was no wonder all the betas in his life seemed clueless. No one had bothered to tell them what was going on with almost 10 percent of the population. Alphas and omegas were getting rarer with each generation, but they still existed! And all it took was one feral alpha attacking random people to remind society why certain precautions had to be in place. 

“We’ll have to move up UA’s annual sex and gender talk, I see,” Aizawa said, rubbing at his chin. “Bakugou, you should get to Recovery Girl before she leaves for the day.”

“I’ll take him!” Deku piped up.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” their teacher replied. 

“He’s fine now,” Katsuki muttered, carefully wrapping his ruined shirt around himself in a way that didn’t put as much pressure on his chest. “He drank plenty, so he won’t be going feral again anytime soon.”

“Alright. We can discuss this more later. For now, go get that looked at.”

The two teens had already started walking when Aizawa called out to them again. “Bakugou, can you handle feeding so many alphas on your own? Or am I wrong for assuming you’ll be adding Midoriya to the roster?”

Katsuki froze. He hadn’t really thought about it. His relationship with Deku was...complicated, to say the least. But the last few months, they’d reconciled most of their differences. He knew Deku and All Might’s secret. He trusted Deku more than most people. Plus, Deku’s mom wouldn’t be able to feed him. Where else would he go for milk? 

“I can fuckin’ handle it,” he said after a long moment. “Just watch me, Sensei.”

With that, he stomped off towards the infirmary with a still-mumbling Deku by his side. Aizawa didn’t call out to them again, but Katsuki knew the man was still watching.

Chapter Text

It took quite a bit longer than expected to get from Ground Beta back to the main campus building. Katsuki wasn’t moving very quickly. The bite was burning and he was a little upset that Aizawa didn’t have any medical supplies on hand. Didn’t seem very rational to him. Deku was mumbling and kept trying to apologize and Katsuki kept shutting him down. By the time they finally got to their destination, Recovery Girl was gone and the infirmary was locked. 

Releasing the door handle with a dejected sigh, Katsuki turned around to start heading for the dorms instead. They had a first aid kit there, though at this point he was feeling too tired to use it. Maybe he could just shower and take a nap instead. That way, the wound would be cleaned and he could just pass out and forget about it.

“I’m really sorry, Kacchan. I’ll help you patch it up once we get back to the dorms,” Deku said sadly as he pulled away from peeking in the window. 

“Tch.”

“And, um, you don’t need to worry about f-feeding me or anything either, Kacchan. I’m sure I can find another place to get...um, milk.”

Katsuki stopped walking. He felt the old rage simmering within him again. Deku always pulled shit like this. Always the self-sacrificing one. Always the hero. Always deciding shit for other people. Only now it was somehow worse with Deku being an alpha. They had so much baggage to their relationship already, and this afternoon had dumped another fucking truckload on top. 

“Oi. You still think you can look down on me, huh?” he asked quietly, mouth set in a thin line. “What, you think I can’t handle it? Think I’m not fuckin’ strong enough?”

“Kacchan, that’s not what I meant! Kacchan’s am-” Deku rushed, arms flailing.

“Bullshit. You’re always lookin’ down on me. Deciding what I can and can't handle. Fuck you, Deku. You’ve been alpha for less than an hour and you’re already going out of your way to pity and shit on omegas.”

He started walking again, wanting to put distance between himself and Deku. He was so tired. He didn’t want to deal with this right now. His pec was throbbing and all he wanted to do was take a shower and lay down. 

“That’s not true! I don’t think that about you, Kacchan! Or any other omega, for that matter!” Deku insisted, jogging to catch up. “I know you can handle it. You could feed a hundred alphas and still be the best! I just don’t want you to feel like you have to feed me just because of what we, um, both are. You already feed so many people. People you don’t even like, like Iida and Todoroki!”

What’s with everyone assuming Katsuki didn’t like Iida and Todoroki? Kaminari had basically said the same damn thing. Katsuki didn’t like anyone. Not really. But he’d grown to respect some of his classmates. The ones who proved to be intelligent and strong and brave, or the ones that were honest and always willing to help someone else. His squad was full of idiots, but if any of them were alphas, he’d feed them too if they needed it. Even annoying Kaminari and Sero. All the alphas he fed were worthy in their own way. Who did shitty Deku think he was to decide who Katsuki liked or didn't like, or who he could feed? It was Katsuki’s fucking decision. 

“I never do shit I don’t want to do,” Katsuki seethed. “And I never fuckin’ lie, got it? If I said I can handle it, then that’s that. It’s not about liking people, it’s about doing what needs to be done.”

Katsuki meant it. Maybe not a hundred alphas, but he felt confident that he could feed quite a few throughout the week. He already fed four with no real downsides, so what was one more? And Deku was the smallest of all of them. Granted, right now he didn’t feel like feeding Deku at all, but he knew that would pass. He got annoyed with all of his alphas, but he still gave them the milk they so desperately needed. 

Besides, what other omega would have the patience to deal with Deku’s fumbling attempts at breastfeeding? Bite aside, the alpha had also chewed up his nipples and sucked too hard and sloppily. The latch was all wrong, which threw off the flow and made a mess. It was clear the idiot hadn’t done it before or, well, at least not since he was a baby. Most alphas drank regularly for years, so they knew what to do. Deku hadn’t breastfed since he was in diapers and had probably forgotten everything about it. He’d never fed from an omega before he drank Katsuki’s milk. And for some reason, the thought of another omega feeding Deku - or any of his alphas, really - pissed him off. 

Wait.

His alphas? What the fuck, when did that start? God, he was so tired. Talking to Deku always seemed to exhaust him. They knew each other’s buttons too well and they insisted on pushing every single one.

“Okay, Kacchan,” Deku sighed, wiping a hand down his face. “I, um, accept your offer. Thank you.”

“Shut up.”

“And I know you’ve been a big help to Iida and Todoroki. Aizawa-sensei too, he doesn’t seem to sleep as much during class.”

“It’s mutually beneficial, asshole. That’s the whole damn point. They get the enzymes they need and I get rid of all that damn milk. So I’m gonna feed whoever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want. Got it?” he huffed. “Maybe spend some of your creepy fuckin’ hero worship time looking up your own damn biology.”

“Ah, um, y-yes. You’re right. Sorry, Kacchan.”

“Tch.”

They walked the rest of the way in blessed silence. 

Back at the dorms, Iida was sitting in the common room waiting for him. Originally, the alpha had planned to go home and feed from his mom, but there was a last-minute change and he’d ended up staying at school while Katsuki finally went home for once. Katsuki had scheduled him in for a Tuesday afternoon feeding so as to not disrupt Aizawa’s Monday morning routine.

And then Deku drank it all instead. Meaning Iida would have to go another day without, which would be pushing it. The last time their Class Rep went that long without milk, he’d almost ripped Kaminari’s head off. There wasn’t much other choice, unfortunately. Katsuki wouldn’t produce enough for even a partial feeding until much later at night, and he was determined to be fast asleep by then. 

“Bakugou, what happened to your gym uniform?” Iida asked immediately, standing up and rushing over to him. 

“Hey, uhh, I can’t feed you today,” Katsuki started before he paused, unsure of how to phrase it. “Turns out, Deku’s an alpha too and he drank your share.”

“I’m really sorry, Iida,” Deku said, wringing his hands. “I don’t know what came over me! It was like an out of body experience!”

Iida frowned, looking between the two of them. “An alpha? But Midoriya’s a beta, right?”

“Oh, um, well…not anymore?” Deku replied and Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“How does that explain your state of dress, Bakugou?,” Iida asked, reaching out to Katsuki’s ruined shirt he’d haphazardly wrapped around himself. 

Deku snarled suddenly and Katsuki’s brows shot up. Iida frowned and let his hands drop away as the shorter alpha stepped between them. Deku was showing off his impressive new fangs, but Katsuki didn’t give a shit. His stomach was turning a bit and his fucking pec hurt. He didn’t have time for this asinine alpha posturing. He grabbed Deku’s shoulder and shoved him aside.

“Fuck off, nerd. Get a hold of yourself. I know this is new to you, but goddamn. I’m not your fuckin’ omega. You better fuckin’ learn your fuckin’ place or our deal will be off. Got it?”

“Ugh, I know,” Deku whined, looking up at him and then back to Iida. “Sorry, I keep feeling weirdly...mad, like all the time. And you smell weird, so it’s making me feel...funny inside. I promise I’ll work on it!”

Katsuki blinked. He smelled weird? What the fuck did that mean? So he was a little tired and in pain, big deal. His pheromones were only a little tinted by it, nothing major. Still, pheromones and shit were new to Deku. Maybe the nerd had a sensitive nose like him. He didn’t even have to consciously try to smell the alphas in the area. He was always aware of how many there were and how they were feeling. Deku smelled angry and upset. Iida concerned. Somewhere farther away, he could even smell Todoroki who seemed fine and even-keel as usual. 

“It’s quite alright, Midoriya,” Iida replied, though he looked unsure. “Being an alpha can be rather complicated at times. Still, you just drank so you shouldn’t be feeling this aggressive.”

“Fucker bit me too,” Katsuki said, peeling open his top and looking down at his chest.

“Bakugou, you’re bleeding!” Iida trumpeted. “Please allow me to administer first aid!” 

“Buzz off, Four Eyes,” Katsuki yawned. “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll be back.”

Deku and Iida both tried to argue, but Katsuki just flipped them off and headed for the bathroom. Just as the door closed behind him, he heard Todoroki’s voice and then Deku’s frantic mumbling start up again. Good. He didn’t want to hear Deku’s bullshit explanation for why he’d suddenly presented as an alpha at 16 fucking years old. Or why the brand new alpha felt the need to snarl at his own damn friend just for approaching Katsuki. He had to nip that shit in the bud, because he wasn’t going to stop feeding his other alphas. Leave it to Deku to be the smallest and most complicated alpha he had to deal with. Maybe it was One For All, or maybe Deku’s just a feral little shit. 

Katsuki stood under the hot spray of water for a long time. The bite on his pec stung like a bitch and both of his nipples were sore, though mostly the one Deku treated like a damn chew toy. It sucked. How was he going to feed Iida tomorrow? Or Todoroki the day after? Or Inasa the day after that? At least when Endeavor had burned him, he’d had the appropriate ointment. Best of the best from a wealthy family who probably had stock in the damn stuff. Now he’d be left to the mercy of a dorm first aid kit. Fuck it. He trusted Iida to patch him up and he’d go see Recovery Girl in the morning.

Damn, feeding five alphas in a row like this created a nasty domino effect if something got in the way. Of course, nothing had ever gotten in the way before. Leave it to Deku to fuck it up for everyone else by being a self-sacrificing, secret-holding little shit. Katsuki sighed, letting the water race over his back for a bit instead. The alphas would be fine. He’d figure something out. Other than Inasa, everyone was pretty gentle, so it shouldn’t be a big deal as long as they avoided the bite surrounding his entire fucking aereola. And he’d curb Deku of the nerd’s feral, protective tendencies or kick him out of his little circle of alphas. He refused to let anyone tell him what to do, especially some brand new alpha hyped up on pheromones and milk.

Heaving an exaggerated sigh, Katsuki stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He hadn’t brought a change of clothes, so he just wrapped a towel around his hips and made his way towards the elevator.

“Bakugou, wait! I have the first aid kit right here, please allow me to assist you!” Iida called out.

Katsuki didn’t even stop walking, he just hammered the call button and looked over his shoulder as the door slid open.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” he said, stepping inside. 

“Kacchan, you should really let him have a lo-”

The door closed and Katsuki smirked. Served the nerd right. Making his way to his room, he threw on some comfy sweats and a zip-up hoodie that he left undone. He debated face-planting on his bed and calling it a day, but decided he would let Iida at least disinfect and bandage the bite. He felt kinda bad about making the alpha wait another day to feed, so it was the least he could do to let Iida feel helpful and get in a few omega pheromones. 

Rubbing at his slightly damp hair, he trudged back to the elevator and then out into the common room. Iida, Todoroki, and Deku were standing next to one of the couches so he wandered over there and plopped down.

“Bakugou! Please, let me take a look,” Iida said, carrying over the large first aid kit and putting it on the coffee table. “Midoriya filled us in on all the details.”

Peeling his zip-up hoodie back, Katsuki fully exposed his chest and stomach. The bite was starting to bruise a purply blue, making it look even bigger and worse than it actually was. He also had faint bruises from Deku’s hands, clearly marked on both his pecs and wrists. His nipples were bright red and slightly inflamed too. It...didn’t look good and to be honest, it felt even worse. 

“Kacchan…” Izuki whined before he started pacing around, mumbling to himself.

“Oh my,” Iida breathed, picking up a wipe and lightly running it over Katsuki’s chest. “The first aid kit isn’t as well-stocked as it should be, but I’ll do what I can.”

“Does it hurt?” Todoroki asked, his cool hand pressing over Katsuki’s other pec, soothing the omega’s nipple with gentle fingers.

“Fuckin’ obviously.”

“Not to worry, we’ll have you patched up in no time and Recovery Girl can do the rest tomorrow,” Iida told him, now spraying something on the bite. 

Scrunching up his face a bit in pain, Katsuki made sure not to make any noise. It was already weird to be fussed over by three teenage boys, he didn’t need to alert anyone else to the situation. Or make the alphas even more concerned than they already were. He was sure his pheromones were more noticeable now, that spray fucking stung. 

“Kacchan, I’m so sorry,” Deku said for maybe the twentieth time in the last minute. 

Deku was hovering awkwardly nearby, looking like he wanted to jump in and help, but also probably feeling too guilty and flustered to actually do anything worthwhile. Todoroki looked angry, but his cool hand actually felt nice. Meanwhile, Iida was digging through the first aid box.

“Bakugou, I’m sorry to report we don’t have anything to help your nipples. We could attempt to bandage them?” Iida offered, adjusting his glasses and frowning a bit.

“I can keep them cool for you,” Todoroki offered, though he could really only handle one at a time.

“Oi, shitty nerd.”

“Y-Yes, Kacchan?”

“Up in my room, there’s a box in the closet. There’s a little jar in there and a tube. Bring them here.”

He didn’t say please - hell, he didn’t even ask - but Deku rushed off in a blink of green lightning anyway. Katsuki had used the nipple cream and lanolin before, after the Endeavor incident. They had cleared up his chafing issue fairly quickly, so he was hoping it would do the same now. He didn’t really want Deku in his room, but was afraid the nerd would have a nervous breakdown if he didn’t have something tangible to do.

Deku was back by the time Iida had finished bandaging up the bite wound with some gauze and medical tape. Iida looked at the items and carefully applied both in generous amounts. Belatedly, Katsuki realized that he should have called his dad and asked which one to use. Then again, what harm could both do? They were supposed to help, right? 

His chest was still throbbing, joined by a deeper burning sensation that he blamed on the ointment. Carefully zipping up his hoodie, he stood and slowly started for the kitchen. He had a headache and just wanted to go to bed, but he was also fucking starving. The three alphas followed him and before he knew it, he was being pushed into a dining chair and then served up a meal of salmon, rice, salad, and miso soup. He dove right in, shoving towering bites of food into his mouth.

“I really am sorry,” Deku said after the alphas joined Katsuki at a table. “I hope this doesn’t negatively impact you too, Iida.”

“I’ll be fine,” Iida assured them all with a smile. 

Katsuki wasn’t so sure. He didn’t smell ozone yet, but it was only a matter of time. Hopefully Recovery Girl got in early tomorrow and he could at least get the bite healed so he could feed Iida. He hated the infirmary and the weakness of asking for help, but it wasn’t just for himself. No alpha would want to feed from a chest that looked like his. The bruising would probably be even worse tomorrow. Gross. 

The conversation turned into Iida and Todoroki giving Deku tips about being an alpha. It was mostly bullshit Katsuki already knew, but he listened in anyway. They mostly talked about shit like managing aggression, dealing with pheromones, and getting on blockers right away to reduce the risk of going into rut. Deku took notes like the nerd he was. Katsuki chimed in a few times, reiterating that he wasn’t anyone’s omega or milk cow. He was his own damn person. All three alphas agreed.

Aside from Deku's sudden attack, he really hadn't had problems with any of his alphas. He liked feeding them, for the most part. It calmed him down and soothed his inner omega to watch their dumb relaxed faces as they suckled. To pet their dumb, soft hair. To cradle their big, dumb heads. Feeding was way better than expressing by hand. He wasn't going to let Deku's new alpha instincts ruin this for everyone.

As the meal went on, he started to feel a little unwell. He was still able to eat, but his heart wasn't in it anymore. His mind wasn't able to keep up with the alphas' conversation either, so he just tuned it out and focused on getting the last of the fish meat peeled neatly from the bone.

Eventually, he gave up on trying to eat and pushed away from the table. There was still food on his plate, but he didn’t want it anymore. He just wanted to go back to his room and sleep. As he entered the living room, he was hit with a wave of dizziness all of a sudden and was unsure if he could manage to walk all the way to his room after all. He was feeling oddly shivery and disconnected, so he plopped down in the middle of one of the couches instead. He’d just take a little catnap to work up the energy for the journey to his actual bed.

Iida, Todoroki, and Deku all crammed onto the couch too. Jirou and Ashido were sitting on the nearby loveseat, watching some romantic comedy. People were talking, but he wasn’t interested in listening. His skin felt overheated and his head was pounding. Katsuki blinked at the screen a few times before he promptly fell asleep on someone’s shoulder. 

Groggily, Katsuki lifted his head and realized that he was being carried. Whoever it was smelled nice, a comforting blend of alpha musk and mint. Katsuki purred as he felt himself gently placed onto something soft.

But wait, alpha smelled distressed. Alpha needed milk! Katsuki’s inner omega stirred to life, desperate to feed and cradle the alpha. Alpha needed him! He had to take care of alpha, keep him fed and warm and safe.

“I’m sorry again, Kacchan,” a voice whispered somewhere in the darkness. “I’ll get better so I won’t hurt you next time.”

Hurt? What hurt? Belatedly, Katsuki realized that his chest ached. His nipples throbbed and in his sleepy, feverish state he thought it meant he needed to drain his milk supply. Why wasn’t alpha drinking? Katsuki was so full, that’s why it hurt!

“Goodnight, Kacchan.”

No! Alpha can’t leave! Katsuki’s arms lifted, grabbing hold of curly hair and tugging. Alpha needed to help, alpha needed to drink and take the pain away. 

“Ow, Kacchan! What was that for?” the voice hissed, but it sounded closer than before. “Do you need something?”

With a grunt, Katsuki pulled the alpha to his chest. Alpha tried to pull away. Why? Why wasn’t alpha drinking? Alpha was upset! Alpha needed milk! And it hurt! Alpha needed to take the hurt away for both of them!

“Kacchan, what are you do-” the voice started before Katsuki interrupted it by shoving the alpha’s head down again. “Mmph!” 

More struggling. 

“Are you awake?”

Alpha was pulling away again. Alpha was going to leave him here, alone and in pain. No! Desperately, he tried to grab for his own pecs to squeeze them, but there was fabric in the way. He flailed around and eventually found a zipper to pull down.

“Kacchan? What was that?”

He grabbed for the alpha again, tugging insistently at curly hair. This time, he shoved the alpha’s face right into the exposed skin of his chest. It hurt, but he knew it would feel better soon if alpha would just drink.

“I know, I bit you here. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Kacchan.”

He whined again, higher pitched this time and hugged the alpha’s head to his chest. His skin felt flushed and too hot. Alpha smelled even more distressed. Alpha was upset! Why was alpha upset? Why didn’t alpha drink? Why didn’t alpha want any of his milk? Was his milk bad? Why did alpha bite him? Was he a bad omega?

“Kacchan, you smell...off. It’s okay. I’m right here.”

He kept banging the alpha’s head against his chest lightly, making faint slapping sounds in the quiet room. Whining, he arched his back a bit and tried to reposition the alpha to his nipple. It was dark and his brain was cloudy, but he tried. Why wasn’t this working? Why didn’t alpha drink? What was he doing wrong? Why did it hurt?

“Oh! You want me to drink? Is that it? There’s ointment on it, but I guess it’s fine...”

Yes! Finally! Please, alpha! He emphasized this with a tighter hug.

“Okay, okay. Lemme breathe, Kacchan.”

He released his death grip on the alpha a tiny fraction and waited. Warm hands slid over his chest, pushing aside fabric. A finger glided over one of his nipples and he keened, grasping for the alpha again. There! Right there! Drink!

More repositioning by the alpha. And then light licking at his less painful nipple. Yes, so close! Drink! Alpha would know he was a good omega if only he would drink. His milk was good, it had to be. It would help alpha not be upset! 

Soft lips closed around him and took a small, tentative sip of milk. Katsuki purred and hugged the alpha to himself. Everything would be okay now. Alpha would feel better after drinking. The pain would go away after alpha drank. The milk was flowing well. Alpha could drink a lot.

He was asleep before the third gulp.

Chapter Text

Katsuki woke up feeling like absolute shit. His head was pounding and the bite on his chest fucking burned. He felt feverish and his vision was blurry. His stomach was twisting viciously and it felt like he had period cramps. His left arm was completely numb. Was he dying?

He tried to roll over, but hit something warm and solid. What the fuck? Shit, whatever it was smelled good. The cramping intensified and he whined.

“Mm?” Someone groaned, lifting their head up and turning to look at him. “Morning, Kacchan. Are you feeling better?”

“Whaa?” he rasped, eyes squinting in the dull morning light as he tried to make out the fuzzy figure under the blanket next to him.

Upon seeing that curly green hair, Katsuki roared and kicked the alpha out of his bed. What the fuck? What the fuck?! Why was Deku in his bed?! Why had Deku apparently slept on his goddamn arm all night?!

Sitting up, his body revolted in pain. He felt his eyes roll back and then nothingness.

Someone was shaking him. Katsuki opened his eyes. When did he lay back down? Why did he feel so hot and his brain so jumbled? None of his thoughts were connecting. His core was on fire, desperate for something but he didn’t know what. His pec hurt. The cramps were worse. Christ, he felt like shit. Was he dying?

“Kacchan? Are you okay? You’re scaring me.”

“Hrnaggg.”

“Oh god. I’m calling Aizawa-sensei.”

Why was Deku in his room? 

Katsuki opened his eyes to find that the room was still spinning. The air smelled like upset alpha and molten honey. He was so hot, but he couldn’t seem to throw off the blanket. He tried to sit up, but that made the world tilt and he groaned. 

Oh fuck. He was gonna throw up. Too late, he was throwing up. Everywhere. His throat stung and his eyes were watery. Someone patted his back and he turned to look at them. 

“Sensei will be here soon, Kacchan. I don’t know what’s happening, but you’re going to be alright. I promise.”

Why was Deku in his room? 

“-acting really weird last night. Totally non-verbal and he smelled really distressed.”

Voices and a door opening woke Katsuki up, but he couldn’t seem to move. The room smelled beyond foul. An amalgamation of putrid alpha and omega misery, mixed with vomit.

“Bakugou?”

That was Sensei’s voice. Was it Monday? Was Sensei here to drink? He tried to tug his blanket down but couldn’t. Instead, he tried to reach out for his teacher. The man smelled good. Not nearly as upset as the other alpha. New alpha would help. New alpha would take the pain away, in his chest and in his cramping lower half. 

He blinked and Sensei was touching his forehead with a cool hand. Katsuki purred and tried once again to move his blanket. Wait, why was his blanket wet and...chunky? Why did his chest burn? Why were his panties wet? Why wasn’t Sensei drinking? Did he do something wrong? Was he in trouble? The room reeked so bad, he must be in trouble. It was his fault. 

“I’m going to call Recovery Girl. Make sure no one else comes inside, Midoriya.”

“Yes, Sensei!”

Why was Deku in his room? 

“You should have called me last night.”

Opening his eyes, Katsuki saw Recovery Girl standing by his bed. She looked mad. Was he in trouble? Aizawa looked mad too. The room smelled rancid. He knew one of the scents well. Upset alpha. Was he out of milk? Was he being punished? Who threw up in his bed? Why was Deku in his room?

Recovery Girl yanked down the blanket and examined him. Katsuki could barely stay awake, but he tried to watch. There was vomit in the way, but the nurse didn’t seem to notice. The bite wound on his chest was puffy and red. His abdomen was still cramping, but he tried to stay still. 

“Just as I thought. It’s infected,” the nurse explained gravely. “And the alpha venom sent him into a pseudo-heat. If Bakugou wasn’t on suppressants, we’d probably be looking at a bonded pair this morning.”

“Well, shit,” muttered Aizawa. 

“Bonded-?!” Deku sputtered. “No, I would never do that to Kacchan! Not while he’s so out of it! Can you fix it, Recovery Girl? Can you help him? Oh god. I’m so sorry, Kacchan! I’ll get on blockers right away, I swear!”

Katsuki’s eyes slid over, watching Aizawa holding back a crying Deku. It was hard for him to understand what everyone was saying. Their voices seemed to come from underwater. Why was Deku crying? Something stung his arm and he looked down to see a needle. 

“Quiet down, Midoriya,” Recovery Girl hushed. “Bakugou will be fine. I just gave him a booster shot for the heat, he’ll be fine in a few hours. Now let’s see about this bite…”

There was a loud kissing sound and instantly Katsuki felt better. His head was still pounding and stuffed with cotton, but he could actually think. His chest was no longer burning. He looked down and saw that the bite was mostly healed over. The bruises were smaller and his nipples looked back to normal. He was suddenly super fucking tired though. It pressed down on him like an enormous weight. 

The cramping was still there too, and he knew what it was now. A pre-heat. Which was impossible, because he was on the best damn suppressants money could buy. Had been since he’d suffered through his first heat quivering and alone back in middle school. He’d been out of commission for an entire week, with only his father visiting to bring food and water. This time the cramping was even worse somehow. 

Fuck. He was too tired. The fog in his brain was getting thicker and he realized it must have been the shot Recovery Girl gave him. Something to put him to sleep, as if her damn quirk wasn’t enough. He yawned. 

“Not just yet, young man,” the nurse said kindly. “Eraser, can you help me out here?”

Katsuki dozed through the awkward process of being held bridal-style by his teacher while Deku changed his sheets. Recovery Girl wiped down his face and chest. After a few minutes, he was placed back on the remade bed in a new, clean shirt. He closed his eyes. 

“He should be okay after a rest,” Recovery Girl said as he smoothed the new blanket over him. “That shot will stop the pseudo-heat. His suppressants will kick back in and save him some pain and confusion from all the mixed signals in his body. Just send someone to check on him after class. He’ll need to eat and get plenty of fluids. His fever was quite severe, I’m afraid. Infection and a pre-heat, the poor dear.”

His eyes shot back open. Oh shit, that’s right. Today was a school day. He had to get dressed and go to class. He tried to sit up, but his muscles refused to listen. 

“Casss,” he muttered, attempting to roll out of bed instead.

“Kacchan!” 

Someone stopped him from hitting the floor. Green lightning crackled in his peripheral, but he was too distracted by the scent of mint and alpha. Before he could really enjoy it though, he was delicately placed back in bed. 

“Go to sleep, Bakugou. You need to recover your strength,” the short nurse chided. 

“Someone should stay with him,” Deku said, tone worried. “Kacchan never gets sick. He won’t know what to do.”

“I can sit with him for a bit. You two go on.”

Katsuki watched as Aizawa half-wrestled Deku out of the room, taking a basket of soiled laundry with them. The door closed and he groaned as another cramp started up. Recovery Girl made herself comfortable on the end of his bed, her little legs hanging off the side as she sat. 

“Next time someone bites you, please call me or an ambulance,” the woman said with a sigh. “You hero students sure do keep me busy.”

“Mm srrr,” he said. 

And he meant it.

“As an omega, you have to be extra careful, Bakugou,” the nurse went on. “You should always be on guard for these types of things. Young alphas can’t always control themselves, especially newly presented ones like Midoriya. You got lucky this time. You’re on very good suppressants, but they won’t always save you.”

Katsuki grunted. His father always told him the same thing. Hell, so did most of society. Don’t skip even a single dose of suppressants. Don’t walk alone at night. Don’t talk to strange alphas you don’t know. Control your scent. His family doctor had given him a whole packet about being safe when he’d first presented. He thought it was all bullshit, but he was too tired to argue. Recovery Girl was old and set in her ways and he was hardly the only omega she cared for. The nurse had been busy before the dorms, but having kids on campus 24 hours a day probably made her even more haggard with late-night emergencies and random health scares. That was his fault, of course. There wouldn’t be any dorms if it wasn’t for him.

He didn’t want to fight her anyway. She was right. He’d been lucky. It was his fault Deku had gotten the upper hand during their spar. His fault the nerd got a bite in. His fault he didn’t call an ambulance or ask Aizawa to take him to the hospital. His fault he didn’t wake up and take his medication on time like he did first thing every morning. 

Looking over at the bottle of pills on his bedside, he groaned. Recovery Girl helped him take his normal dosage of both suppressants and birth control. He didn’t even need water. 

“I hope you know how differently this morning could have gone,” she said as she helped him settle back down.

“Nngh,” he replied quietly.

He knew all too well.

“Shh, shh. Go to sleep now.”

So he did.

Katsuki woke up starving. As he sat up and got out of bed, he realized it was afternoon instead of morning. He tried to remember what had happened, but his memory was pretty foggy after his shower yesterday. He didn’t remember anything until Recovery Girl had come in and used her quirk to heal him. 

Looking down at his chest, he saw that the bite was a light pink oval with very faint yellow bruising behind it. His nipples looked fine. The cramping had stopped and his panties were dry. He still felt a little shitty, but overall he was pretty much back to normal. Even the bruises on his wrists were almost healed already.

He was full of milk, but that was to be expected after sleeping for so long. He’d have plenty for Iida. Fuck, his stupid let-down reflex was so fucking loose these days that he dribbled a bit of milk out just thinking about feeding one of his alphas later in the day. He opted for a hoodie to soak up any further messes.

He thought about dumping some milk right away, but decided against it. Food and water first, then he’d take a shower and express some, and then he’d change and try to figure out what to do until class let out.

Once down in the kitchen, he fried two eggs and ate them right out of the pan. And then he fried two more and ate those too. Hunger satisfied for the moment, he chugged some water and then headed for the showers. No one was around, so he stripped down by the sinks and examined his chest more closely. By the looks of things, the bite wouldn’t even scar. In another few days, it would probably be gone entirely. 

Thank god for Recovery Girl. Although if he got bit again and didn’t rush right to her, she’d probably leave him with a scar. If Deku was any indication, scars were her preferred method of teaching a lesson. Maybe she’d decided that having a fever and throwing up on himself in front of a classmate was enough of a lesson this time. And her impromptu omega responsibility lecture, of course.

Hopping into the shower, he scrubbed thoroughly at himself. Once that was done, he brought his hands up and squeezed at his pecs to reduce the pressure. One side squirted out milk in a messy arc down towards the tile. The other didn’t even let out a single drop. What the fuck?

Squeezing harder, he tried again and again to get some milk to come out. He pinched at his nipple, bent over, slapped at his swollen skin. He spent way too long trying different things, but nothing worked. He still needed to feed Iida today, so he didn’t want to drain any more from the pec that was working normally, just in case. Sighing in exasperation, he finished up his shower and went back to his room. 

Dressed in a t-shirt and some joggers, he took the stairs this time on his way to find a snack. He heard voices once he got to the common room and paused. Shit, was class over already? Looking at his nearly dead phone, he saw that it had let out just a few minutes ago. Holy shit, how long did he nap for? Or was it the shower? His head was still a little clouded and his pec throbbed with a new pain, but he was sure he hadn’t blacked out again. Just lost track of time, that’s all.

Iida and Todoroki were talking by the elevator. He passed them on his way to get food. 

“Ah, Bakugou! We were just about to come check on you! I made a copy of my notes for you. How are you feeling?” Iida asked. 

“Fine,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll feed you in a sec.”

“Oh, that’s quite alright! I can wait another day,” the taller alpha said, adjusting his glasses and offering a smile. “Why, I barely feel on edge at all!”

The slight ozone tinge to the air proved that was a lie.

“No. I’m feeding Todoroki tomorrow.”

“I can wait too,” the dual-haired alpha offered.

“No. I’m feeding Inasa the day after that.”

“Inasa? The Shiketsu student?” Iida asked, sounding surprised. 

Well, fuck. Inasa was kind of a secret, only Todoroki and possibly Aizawa knew. Oh well. Katsuki was hungry and had better things to worry about.

“Yup.”

Katsuki disappeared into the kitchen. He wolfed down three slices of plain white bread because he didn’t find any chips or crackers and he’d already eaten all the eggs. No doubt Kaminari and Sero had eaten the last of their other snacks. The class was provided three meals a day, and they all shared a food allowance for extras and snacks each month, but some people clearly ate more than others. 

“Want me to make you some soba?” Todoroki offered.

He was about to say yes when the air spiked with aggression.

“No, let me make you something, Bakugou,” said Iida sharply.

Turning, Katsuki saw Iida standing stiffly in the entryway. 

“No, I’ll do it,” replied Todoroki, voice low. 

Fuck. It was bad enough for one alpha to get testy, let alone two. Had they been like this before Deku presented? He didn’t recall anything like this. One aggressive alpha could taint a pack. He wasn’t about to let Deku ruin the one good thing he had going on here. Feeding alphas had become his go-to relaxation technique. 

“Shut up, I’m not hungry anymore,” he barked and both alphas turned to look at him. “Don’t start shit with me or I’ll cut you off the milk supply, got it?”

“Sorry!”

“My apologies, Bakugou!”

He shoved another piece of bread in his mouth and stomped back out to the common room. The alphas followed. Thankfully, it seemed that the rest of his classmates were off studying or hanging out elsewhere on campus, Deku included. Good.

“So, I’ve got some bad news, Glasses” Katsuki said, sitting in the middle of the couch he’d fallen asleep on last night. “One of my tits is clogged, so you’re only gettin’ half.”

“Clogged?” Iida asked in concern. “Are you alright?”

“For now, yeah. I’ll call my old man once he’s off work later and figure it out.”

Pulling off his t-shirt, he looked down at his chest. The backed-up pec was the one with the bite on it, so it was probably for the best anyway. Iida joined him on the couch, looking curiously at the revealed skin. Todoroki fidgeted nearby, eyes locked on Katsuki’s chest.

“Your chest looks better, but are you sure you don’t need further treatment?” Iida asked, one of his large hands gliding over Katsuki’s pecs.

“Maybe we can help with the clog,” Todoroki offered, also sitting down. “It hurts to be too full, right?”

Shrugging, Katsuki leaned back and stretched his arms along the top of the couch. Iida tried first, latching quickly and trying to drink. Nothing came out. Then he tried squeezing and pinching with his hand, but Katsuki hissed and shoved him away. He was way too tender for that.

Todoroki tried next, suckling with more force and going so far as to tongue and ever so lightly bite at Katsuki’s nipple. At the same time, the alpha’s warm hand gently massaged at the pec in rhythmic motions. Katsuki felt his skin heating up pleasantly. He groaned, finally feeling the milk start moving. Within seconds, it started flowing into Todoroki’s mouth.

“Aw, fuck,” he breathed at the blissful release of pressure.

“Bakugou...your other nipple, it’s leaking,” Iida pointed out.

Looking down, Katsuki saw that the alpha was right. Not just a dribble either, it was almost as steady of a stream as the one happening on the other side. 

“Shit. Hurry and drink it,” he grunted, waving the alpha closer. “Can’t waste any.”

Iida was there in a second, latching on after a moment and suckling. Katsuki took off the alpha’s glasses and perched them on his own head like normal. Otherwise they dug into his chest and it hurt like a bitch. 

The alphas’ heads bumped and Iida snarled. Todoroki’s hand on his pec got even hotter, almost too much so.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Katsuki said quietly, moving a hand between their heads as a bumper. “Be good alphas and share.”

The alphas quieted down and readjusted themselves on either side of him on the couch. Now that the milk was flowing, Katsuki relaxed. He put a hand on each of their heads and calmly stroked at their hair. He’d never been emptied on both sides at once before. It felt so fucking good. The alphas weren’t in sync, but that was almost better somehow. Todoroki was slow and methodical like always, while Iida rushed it a bit and drank deeper. Katsuki felt blissed out of his mind, calming pheromones blending with those of two different alphas. 

“Kacchan, you look like your dad with those glasses,” Deku said with a laugh. 

Turning to look, Katsuki saw Deku and Asui standing by the entrance. The frog girl put a finger to her cheek and tilted her head a bit as the two walked closer, finally able to see what was happening on the couch. 

“Is it safe to feed two alphas at once, kero?” Asui asked.

“As long as they trust each other,” Katsuki said and he could tell that his voice sounded weird - lighter and quieter than normal.

Asui had moved on, but Deku was just standing there and staring, so Katsuki snapped at him. He wasn’t going to let Deku get away with behavior like this. He couldn’t, not if it was going to jeopardize the feeding system he had set up. Iida had an excuse, since the alpha was past his normal feeding day. Todoroki was out of line though, and so was Deku. Surprise, surprise.

“Oi, stop watchin’ ya shitty nerd! What’d I say about curbing your damn instincts?!”

“S-Sorry!” Deku exclaimed, seeming to break out of his reverie. “I met with Recovery Girl after school to get blockers! I’m not even growling or anything this time, I promise!”

Katsuki flipped off Deku and looked back down at the suckling alphas instead. At this moment, Iida and Todoroki didn’t have a care in the world. His pecs were still half-full and he wanted to rejoin them in endorphin-filled bliss. Deku walked away, though he certainly took his damn time about it. A few other classmates trickled in, but Katsuki didn’t pay them any attention. 

His world had shrunk once again to the feeling of suckling lips and flowing milk.

Iida pulled away first. He took back his glasses and stood up. He watched Todoroki feed for a moment, but Katsuki didn’t sense any animosity in it. They had shared well, considering the rising tensions earlier. Katsuki found himself feeling proud of them. What the fuck? He should be proud of himself and his amazing damn milk, if anything. Stupid alphas, always filling his head with happy-crappy hormones.

“Let me go get you some food,” Iida said with a hand chop. “Aizawa-sensei told us you were unwell last night; you need a proper meal and fluids to recover!”

Katsuki wasn't going to say no to a meal, especially now that he’d been drained nice and empty. Todoroki was still working on his other side, always one to go slow and steady. Katsuki combed his fingers through the alpha’s soft hair after Iida left, idly mixing the red and white sides a bit. 

“Milking really changes you, Bakugou.”

Ashido was leaning over the far side of the couch, watching intently. Katsuki didn’t really mind, at this point he was used to feeding alphas around other people. And none of the alphas seemed to care either, as long as no one got too close.

“Hormones,” he replied, eyes dropping back to Todoroki. 

“Hmm. They must be pretty strong ones,” she joked.

“Fuck off.”

Todoroki popped off but didn’t pull back, his eyes a little far away like always. Katsuki kept petting his head fondly. Every alpha was a little different. Todoroki was definitely the clingiest. He always liked to stick around after he drank, even if they didn’t talk. Since the alpha drained him slowly and carefully, sometimes taking over an hour, Katsuki was usually too tired and brain-fogged to care. Okay, and maybe his inner omega liked when his feeding alphas lingered nearby. It made him feel safe, for some reason. Not that he needed their protection, though! He could fucking take care of himself! His inner omega was just a needy bitch.

“Taste good today, Todoroki?” Ashido asked, laughing at the angry look on Katsuki’s face. 

“Bakugou’s milk always tastes good,” Todoroki replied flatly. “He tastes better than the omegas my father hires.”

“Really? Bakugou, you should sell your milk and make bank!”

“Fuck off. They can’t bottle omega milk.”

“Oh that’s right. Well, you could be a wet nurse,” she offered, grinning hugely.

“I’m underaged.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “A hot, underaged wet nurse would definitely make bank!”

“I will kill you,” he threatened, though Todoroki’s body was still holding him down. 

“Don’t make him mad,” Todoroki said lowly and Ashido raised her eyebrows.

“Geez, Bakugou. Your milk turns alphas into your own personal guard dogs, huh?” she hummed, standing up and then laughing. “Remember that time Mineta tripped in homeroom two weeks ago and Aizawa-sensei growled at him for getting too close while he was feeding? Talk about scary!”

Yes, Katsuki did remember. No, it wasn’t scary. Well, not for him. It was the grape-haired idiot’s fault for walking too close in the first place. And then he’d tripped over Hagakure’s foot and almost hit Katsuki’s desk. Aizawa looked ready to take the pipsqueak’s head off. Katsuki would’ve liked to see that. Mineta was always creeping on him during Monday morning feedings. More than anyone else. Muttering about how it was the closest to naked tits he was going to see.

“It’s biological,” he said, pushing Todoroki away so he could put back on his shirt. 

“While feeding, alphas and omegas share a lot of pheromones and endorphins. It’s only natural that pack-like bonds would form over time,” Todoroki explained, straightening out his blazer as he stood up.

“Whoa, you guys are a pack?”

“No!” “Yes.”

Katsuki glared at the alpha and said, “No, we’re not a pack. Packs don’t exist anymore.”

“I mean, they kinda do. You only feed alphas you trust, right? That’s pack behavior. And they get protective of you. That’s pack behavior.” Ashido grinned at Katsuki’s glare. “What? So maybe I read up on alphas and omegas after you started feeding Aizawa-sensei, no biggie.”

Of course she would read up on that bullshit instead of studying or doing homework for school. Fucking typical. And no doubt she mostly read bullshit internet forums and social media for her so-called research.

“I’m hungry,” he said, standing up and power walking away from the conversation.

It wasn’t that packs didn’t exist anymore, it was more accurate to say that they just weren’t openly acknowledged anymore. As alphas and omegas became rarer and rarer, so did packs. Betas had no place in a pack and in modern times, alphas and omegas mated with only one partner, so they tended to form small, familial packs. Katsuki had one with his mom and dad, though they never mentioned it. Platonic packs were rarer, but he could see how what he was doing with the 1-A alphas - and Inasa - could be misconstrued as such. He wasn’t just a hired wet nurse or designated milk omega at some company who the alphas only saw once a week - he was constantly in their periphery. In class, in the dorms. They were always together. Working together, learning together, eating together. All of it.

Whatever, it didn’t matter. Ashido was a beta who didn't know shit and Todoroki was clearly raised in a backwards, traditionalist household that clung to the old ways. Katsuki didn’t have anything to prove to them. He was just helping out the decent alphas in his life and they were helping him out in return. The feeding endorphins were the best relaxation method he’d ever found. They calmed him down and helped him shut off the negative part of his brain. And besides, why waste milk?

Good milk, apparently. Katsuki found himself feeling pleased at that little remark from Todoroki. He wondered if the other alphas he fed felt the same way. Aizawa used to frequent milk bars, meaning he’d probably fed from dozens of omegas. He would be a good one to ask, except never in a million years would Katsuki actually ask a teacher how his fucking milk tasted. 

Upon entering the kitchen, Katsuki was called over to one of the dining tables and served up some dinner by Iida. As he began eating, his classmates slowly trickled in for their dinner too. Iida, Todoroki, and Deku were all seated at the same table as Katsuki, spaced a few seats apart with other students in between.

“Are you guys just drawn to him now, or what? Is it some magic milk thing?” Ashido asked when Katsuki stood up with his empty plates and all the alphas looked up at him.

“Oui. Bakugou does seem to have lait magique!” Aoyama chimed in. 

“He won’t let you try any,” Kaminari groused from another table. 

“Die!” Katsuki yelled, firing off some minor explosions to vent his anger. “Shut the fuck up, idiots!”

“Y’know, it seems to me like Bakugou’s the one who needs some soothing milk,” Ashido joked and half the class laughed.

“Leave him alone.”

All heads snapped to Iida, whose glasses were glinting in the harsh overhead light. Katsuki rolled his eyes and walked away with his dirty dishes. Stupid overprotective alphas. Ignoring the fluttering feeling in his chest, Katsuki left the room.

He could hear a chorus of voices, asking Iida why he was standing up for someone as rude as Katsuki. He just ignored it. He already knew why. 

Weren’t instincts a bitch?

Katsuki spent quite a while scrubbing his dishes in the sink. When he finally turned around, he saw Deku standing there. Fuck. Now what?

“Kacchan, are you okay?” the alpha asked tentatively, eyes darting around. 

“I’m fine, Deku.”

“Is the bite better? Aizawa-sensei lectured me about it the whole way to class. And he gave me a packet about presenting as an alpha and made me stay during each break to read it,” the nerd sighed. “Anyway, I’m really sorry. I mean it.”

“Whatever, shut up. It’s almost gone,” he grumbled. “Recovery Girl took care of it.”

“That’s good.”

Katsuki grabbed a chocolate bar out of the fridge. It was probably Satou’s. He didn't really give a shit and ripped it open. Taking a huge bite, he realized that Deku was still there. 

“Um, last night...you were really out of it,” the alpha said, staring down at his own hands.

“What do you mean?” he asked, chewing.

“You don’t remember?”

“Not really. It’s all fuzzy after my shower. Did I throw up on you or something?”

“No, um, you were just acting really weird. Not talking at all. And you kept, um, pushing my face into your chest after I carried you to bed. You basically, um...forced me to drink some.”

“Oh.”

“But I stopped right after you fell asleep, I promise! I think you were just confused because of the fever and acting on instincts or something.”

“Did you tell anyone?” he asked, polishing off the last of the chocolate.

“Only Aizawa-sensei and Recovery Girl,” Deku mumbled. “Sensei told the class you were sick, but didn’t go into details.”

“Good. Keep it that way.”

“O-Okay, Kacchan.”

“And get your shit together. You’re an alpha now, but you can’t be acting like a fuckin’ knot-head all the time, got it? It’ll mess with the other alphas and fuck with my milking schedule.”

Deku sighed and looked down. “I know. I’ll get better. I already asked my mom and Recovery Girl about going on blockers.”

“Good.” 

“It’s just been...a lot to take in, that’s all. I didn’t know alpha stuff was so, um, complicated.”

“Yeah, must be a real crock of shit to enter the upper echelon of fuckin’ society overnight,” Katsuki said sarcastically.

He didn’t want to hurt Deku, not really. But lately it felt like the nerd got everything and Katsuki got nothing but pain and failure. Deku got the strongest quirk in the world. Deku had the greatest hero in the world as a mentor. Deku was an alpha - the most powerful and influential gender. It wasn’t that Deku didn’t deserve good things - the fucker worked hard and was more heroic than anyone he’d ever met. It was just...hard to watch Deku get yet another massive boon just handed to him for free. Katsuki felt like he was trying so hard, but he wasn’t making any progress. He wasn’t winning, he was losing. All he’d gotten since attending UA was some alphas to hang off his tit and more people to glare at him behind his back. 

Katsuki should have been an alpha. He should have been the strongest one in their class. But he wasn’t. 

Yawning, he stretched and checked his phone for the time only to see that it was dead. Shit. He knew it was probably only 6:30pm or so, but he was tired. If he wanted to make it to class tomorrow, he needed to sleep off the last of Recovery Girl’s quirk and the milking endorphins.

He didn’t want to fight with Deku, not right now. If he did, the other alphas would be in here before he knew it. Maybe half the damn class. He just wanted to sleep.

“I’m going to bed,” he said as he threw away the chocolate bar wrapper.

“Good night, Kacchan.”

Katsuki didn’t bother with a reply. He also didn’t bother asking why Deku had been in his room first thing that morning. Aizawa and Recovery Girl made sense, but why Deku? He couldn't remember and he was getting mad just thinking about it. The nerd had helped him to bed, was coerced into drinking some milk, and then what? Had he left? Had he stayed? Katsuki wanted to know, but he refused to ask Deku about it and admit any further weakness. 

He was already embarrassed enough about the fact that he apparently forced the alpha to drink in his delirious state. He chose to blame instincts. His feverish brain probably went full omega and tried to comfort itself with a suckling alpha. He was a little bit grateful that it was Deku, though. Deku had already seen him at his worst and weakest, unlike the other 1-A alphas. What was one more embarrassment?

Flopping down on his bed, he plugged in his phone and set an alarm. He’d already missed one day of class, no way was he going to miss another. 

Despite being exhausted, he stayed up for a while just gazing at his ceiling. He wished he had an alpha there to feed on him so he could fall asleep. But he was pretty much out of milk and didn’t really feel like talking to anyone. He thought about texting Todoroki, since the alpha was especially skilled at putting him to sleep, but decided against it. One awkward night feeding session was enough for this week. 

Thinking back to the scene in the dining room, he frowned. Iida and Todoroki were definitely becoming more protective of him. His inner omega loved it, but he didn’t. He could take care of himself, he didn’t need some shitty teenage alphas looking after him or trying to tell him what to do. Were they starting to look down on him? Pity him? He wouldn’t stop feeding them, but maybe he shouldn’t be so nice about it. 

Yeah right, who was he kidding? The second those mouths clamped on, his brain became that of a peaceful lamb. No wonder he couldn’t fight off Endeavor or Deku. Once the milk was flowing, his body’s natural instincts were to be still and support the alpha’s drinking posture. To spread around soothing pheromones and keep the alpha happy. That was it. Biology was a bunch of bullshit. 

At least it felt good.

And at least his milk was fueling heroes and not some random, wimpy extras.

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With five alphas to feed, Katsuki’s days had slowly been getting more and more scheduled. But instead of feeling stressed or tense about it, each feeding left him feeling relaxed and content. It often left him in a good mood for hours, allowing him to focus on actual stuff instead of the negativity in his head. He still had plenty of time and energy to get all his homework and studying done, and he wasn’t slacking off in his normal classes or the Remedial Course lessons. 

Though, after Inasa drank him dry within minutes, he was pretty much down for the count for the rest of the night. Aizawa never asked about his weekly post-lesson exhaustion, but the alpha was smart enough to have probably figured it out on his own. To his credit, Todoroki didn’t tell anyone he fed Inasa. Nor did Iida, after Katsuki had let the fact slip.

Class 1-A was doing well since the transition to the dorms. It’d been almost a full month now, and the same could not be said for all of UA’s students. Across the board, tensions were high and alphas were causing more and more issues. Behavioral problems, mostly. Speaking out during class, minor scuffles in the hallways, general aggression towards each other. Some omegas were getting caught in the middle of it too, or being targeted by desperate alphas. It was getting to the point that rowdy alphas were being sent to the principal’s office more often than not.

Even Deku had gotten detention for attacking and biting Katsuki. The attack wasn’t really the issue, since alphas had a right to milk when they had dire need of it, but the bite was seen as going a ‘bit too far’ by Recovery Girl and Nezu. The nerd ended up doing all of the classroom cleanup and some after school work with All Might for about a week, as if that was any type of real punishment. At least Katsuki didn’t get in trouble for luring the alpha on or something. 

Now that Deku was on a normal milking schedule and blockers, things in their class had returned to normal. Since none of his alpha classmates were really struggling anymore, Katsuki wasn’t sure what was going on with the rest of the school. Some kind of broken pack dynamics? Not every class had an omega in it, after all. With no one there to soothe or feed them, some alphas were probably getting pent up and antsy now that they were stuck together not only for school, but also all night. And with no milk.

As Katsuki sat at his normal lunch table, he could feel the aggressive pheromones swirling around the place. He’d always noticed the other alphas and omegas in the back of his mind, but lately the alphas were front and center. There weren’t enough calming omega pheromones to keep the balance. He wasn’t sure of everyone’s milk situations, but if any of these alphas were like the ones in his class - going home every Sunday wasn’t always feasible.

It wasn’t his fucking problem though, so he just focused on himself and the small circle of alphas he’d accepted into his pseudo-pack.

Shoveling food into his gaping mouth as was his custom lately, Katsuki was sitting with his usual group of idiot betas. Deku and his friends were at the table next to them, including Iida and Todoroki because the three stupid alphas couldn’t seem to get close enough to him lately. They were always hovering around. Uraraka and Asui had called it out several times, but the three alphas acted like they didn’t even notice they were doing it. Dumbasses, all of them.

Finished with his food, Katsuki stood up to go dump his trash and return the tray. Someone bumped into him on the way and he snapped at them to fucking watch it. The regular milkings may have calmed him down some, but he was still Katsuki fucking Bakugou. He had a reputation to uphold!

“Hey, wait a minute. You’re that explosion guy, aren’t ya? You’re the one who got us all stuck in the dorms.”

“Fuck off,” Katsuki started as he turned around to face the other teen. 

The guy was tall and stocky, with shaggy brown hair and fuzzy dog ears. Said dog ears were laid flat against the guy’s head, as if angry. And that’s when Katsuki noticed the tell-tale ozone scent. It was hardly uncommon in the lunchroom, since it held such a massive array of students and therefore alphas, but it was unpleasant all the same when faced with it up close.

“You’re an omega too, right? How about you start doing your job and feeding us alphas since you got us stuck here away from our dams. I haven’t had a drink in weeks because of you,” the alpha snarled and, shit, he had dog-like fangs too.

Screw this guy. Like it was Katsuki’s fault for getting kidnapped by the fucking League of Villains. It was a surprise attack! A moment of weakness! He’s stronger now! 

“Fuck you, Dogbreath! It ain’t my fuckin’ problem that you shitty extras can’t handle yourselves. Go home to mommy, don’t come to me with your bullshit,” Katsuki said lowly, raising his hands just in case he needed to defend himself.

Quirk usage wasn’t really allowed outside of hero lessons, and since he was recently kicked out of the library for breaking the rules, he didn’t want to wind up in the principal’s office himself. Still, the alpha’s combative behavior was making him nervous. And Dogbreath did kind of have a point about them all being trapped in the dorms now, exacerbating both alpha aggression and milk-related issues.

“Bro, you okay?” Kirishima asked, eyeing up Katsuki and the dog alpha both. “Your hands are smoking.”

Curling his hands into fists, Katsuki nodded stiffly. He could see red hair in the corner of his eye, but he kept focused on the alpha. Other people were walking over behind Dogbreath now. Alphas by the smell of it. Something bigger was going on here and Katsuki had found himself right in the middle of it.

“I’m just saying that we alphas think you omegas should be doing your job. And since it’s your fault in the first place, it should start with you,” Dogbreath said, voice deep and menacing. 

“Kacchan?”

“Bakugou, is this student bothering you?” 

Oh great, his own stupid alpha calvary had arrived. Deku, Todoroki, and Iida were now flanking him and Kirishima. This was so fucking dumb. Plenty of schools had dorms. Don’t like it? Fucking leave. Especially these extras in the non-hero courses. They could study anywhere.

“I’m tellin’ ya for the last time. Fuck off,” Katsuki warned as he unleashed a couple of small explosions. 

Fangs or not, this fucker was going down. How dare he?!

The smell of ozone was growing stronger every second. Katsuki could feel his inner omega whining, desperate to soothe the anger. But he couldn’t fucking feed everyone. He’d end up a dried out husk, unable to be a hero or even a functioning human being. Not to mention that he didn’t owe these extras anything. He didn’t want to feed alphas who didn’t deserve it.

UA, like most places in society anymore, was predominantly populated by betas. Alphas were also a bit more common here, especially among the hero and management courses. Omegas, on the other hand, were outnumbered by alphas pretty massively. If there really was a milk crisis brewing, it could quickly turn very, very nasty.

“I don’t think you understand the position you’re in,” Dogbreath said, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking.

“Hi, bitch.”

Eyes sliding over, Katsuki recognized the screwdriver alpha from the library. There was a small group of alphas facing him now, most of them second or third years by the looks of things. No one on either side had made a move yet, but Katsuki was teetering on the edge. His nerves were completely fried by all the negative alpha pheromones crashing around the room and inside his skull. He could feel eyes on him, every damn extra in the school focusing on him yet again. Good. Let them watch him tear these shitty alphas apart.

“Meet us after school, omega. Time to put those big tits to use,” Dogbreath said firmly, baring his fangs again.

“HAH?!” 

Explosions ripped out of Katsuki’s palms, propelling him forward. He was going to tear the smug looks off their faces if it was the last thing he did! 

Wait, why weren’t his explosions working? He dropped out of the air a few feet away from the dog alpha. Staring at his traitorous hands, he stopped upon realizing a stronger, more dominant alpha scent was suddenly flooding the area. Sensei.

“Enough. Go back to your tables,” Aizawa snapped and there was no room for debate.

Katsuki turned to look at his teacher, the man’s hair still floating upright and eyes glowing as he held the omega’s quirk at bay. Kirishima and the 1-A alphas tried to stay, but Aizawa sent them packing too. Deku was the last to go, still glaring at the dog alpha.

“Bakugou, follow me.”

Grumbling, Katsuki shoved his hands into his pockets and followed his teacher out of the lunchroom and into the quiet hallway. Away from all the noise and oppressive scents, he sighed and felt his shoulders finally relax. The adrenaline was draining out of him quickly, leaving him feeling a little shaky. He slumped against the wall, sliding down until his ass hit the floor. 

“What happened back there?” Aizawa asked.

“Those alphas tried to start shit with me,” he replied sulkily. “Sayin’ all kinds of bullshit about how it’s my fault they’re in the dorms and how I should have to feed them.”

Why was Katsuki being punished for this? Why weren’t the alphas getting in trouble? He’d only been defending himself. It wasn’t fair. They’d backed him into a corner, what was he supposed to do? He hadn’t even hurt anyone...yet.

“We’ve talked about this before. It’s not your fault you got kidnapped. The dorm decision was based on multiple factors,” Aizawa said calmly, crouching down to get more on his level. “And you don’t need to feed anyone you don’t want to.”

“I fuckin’... I know that,” he huffed, not looking at his teacher.

“There’s still some time left, let’s go get some tea,” Aizawa offered, standing again and holding out his hand.

Katsuki bumped the hand aside, but stood up anyway. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. 

On the way to the staff room, Katsuki counted to ten several times and cooled himself down enough to be reasonable. He shouldn’t take his anger out on Aizawa, the man was just trying to help. And by removing the omega from the situation, things had probably calmed down back in the lunchroom. If not, the other teachers on duty could handle it.

They ended up in the same sitting room where Katsuki and Deku occasionally met with All Might to discuss One For All. Slumping down on one of the couches, Katsuki watched as Aizawa made some tea. He didn’t really want any, but it would probably be good for his nerves. It was in his nature to stand up for himself, but his inner omega hated going against alphas.

He didn’t know why the encounter shook him up so much. Maybe the pheromones. Or maybe those long canines flashing as Dogbreath went on and on. Not to mention Screwloose and the other random alphas showing up. They were all clearly on board with the plan. He’d have to watch his back in the hallways for a while. 

Once two steaming cups of tea were placed on the table, Aizawa sat next to him on the couch. Close, but not too close.

“Bakugou. All the alphas attending UA are given full permission to go home on the weekend to visit their dams or to use other milk services. You’re also not the only omega here that helps out some of their classmates. I can assure you we’re doing our best to handle the situation,” Aizawa explained in his usual monotone. “Next time someone approaches you like that, just walk away.”

“And what if they attack me, like Deku and En-...like Deku did?”

“We’ll handle it. Unless they’re going feral, there’s no excuse for an alpha to act that way or to drink from an unwilling omega.”

“Tch. Deku barely even got detention for biting me.”

“I know. I recommended more punishment since he hid his alpha presentation, but All Might and Nezu were adamant about Midoriya truly not knowing what was going on.”

Stupid nerd. Still, Katsuki should have been able to smell the alpha on him long before their disastrous spar. It was so obvious now that Deku was an alpha. Even on blockers, that minty scent was strong. And now he knew that betas didn’t get the same education about presenting or pheromones as alphas and omegas did, so it was understandable that someone wouldn’t know. Especially someone like Deku who became an alpha due to a shared quirk and DNA. Frustrating, but understandable.

The bigger issue was the random alphas anyway, not Deku. Katsuki sipped at his tea with a slightly trembling hand. He wondered what the school was going to do if the situation continued to get worse. There were so many alphas attending UA. Not everyone lives close to campus - who wanted to take a three hour train ride just to drink some milk? Especially when there were omegas like him right here for the taking. Aizawa wanted him to walk away? Fat chance. Katsuki would always fight.

And besides, the alphas weren’t wrong. It was his fault. He got kidnapped because he was weak. He ended All Might’s career because he was weak. The school couldn’t even trust him to walk home at the end of the day, in case he got snatched again. No, they had to make dorms and force everyone into them just to keep his weak ass safe.

“You’re upset,” the alpha sighed.

Katsuki didn’t reply, he just chugged down the rest of his tea. It was too hot, but he didn’t care.

“Do you want me to take you back to the dorms?” his teacher asked casually, sipping at his own tea.

Damn, he wished he felt that calm right now. His tits throbbed. He hadn’t fed anyone yet today, and while he’d expressed some milk after waking up, he was filling up again. Nothing relaxed him like feeding endorphins, and he had a trusted alpha right here. 

“No. I just need to calm down,” he muttered quietly, hands still a bit shaky as they moved to his shirt buttons. “Can you-”

“For a bit.”

“Okay.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled the fabric away from his chest. Deku’s bite was long gone, but his pecs were plump and filled with milk. Aizawa had fed rather recently, but Katsuki needed the comfort right now. Nothing quieted his mind like feeding. Without it, there was no way he could go back to class. His mind was swirling with negative thoughts and Dogbreath’s sneering face and sharp fangs.

Aizawa laid down on the sofa and carefully latched onto one of Katsuki's nipples. The familiar feelings of stubble and flowing milk quickly calmed him down. Pushing hair out of the alpha’s face, Katsuki tilted his own head back and sighed in relief. He felt safe here. The shaking was gone. The only things he could smell were tea and familiar pheromones. He gave himself over to the endorphins completely, wanting to run from his problems - if only for a few minutes.

Suddenly, the side door opened and All Might walked in. The skeletal alpha froze immediately, face going red.

“Ah. Sorry! I am leaving, pretending I didn’t see anything!” the man called out.

“All Might,” Katsuki breathed, looking at his other teacher with half-lidded eyes. “Come here.”

“Young Bakugou, are you alright?”

“I’m sorry,” he whined. “I’m sorry I ended your career.”

Katsuki wasn’t someone who said sorry. Words didn’t mean shit - actions did. But in this instant, just as the endorphins were starting to make his anxious brain feel a bit soupy, all he wanted was a moment to apologize to his hero. All Might was everything to him. His idol. His inspiration. All Might was one of the main reasons Katsuki even wanted to be a hero in the first place. To one day be as great as him. To be strong enough to save any civilian and beat any villain. But what did Katsuki do mere months after meeting the man? Snapped at him. Gave him the cold shoulder. And, most recently, ended his fucking career. 

Beat any villain? What a joke. Katsuki didn’t beat villains - he got kidnapped by them. Abused by them. Hell, he couldn’t even beat Deku in a class exercise. 

Aizawa tried to pull away, but Katsuki shoved the man’s head back to his chest. He needed this. The alpha kept drinking, albeit a bit more slowly. Katsuki tried to reel in his distressed scent, but it was hard. He just felt so bad, so guilty. It was his fault! It was all his fault!

“As I’ve said before, it wasn’t your fault, Young Bakugou. It was only a matter of time. I started working at UA because I was already injured. I had planned to find a successor here, but found Young Midoriya first. And then after the USJ incident, I knew it wouldn’t be long before my retirement. It’s alright. I’m fine,” All Might explained, still not walking into the room. “Don’t blame yourself. At least I was able to help capture All For One. For now, knowing he’s in Tartarus is enough for me.”

What the man was saying made sense, but the omega wasn’t satisfied. Just because it was only a matter of time, didn’t mean All Might had to use the last of his power to save Katsuki. And there was no way All For One was done for good. No one else had been kidnapped at summer camp, not even the little fucking kid. No one else needed fellow students and the number one hero in Japan to save him because he couldn’t fucking save himself. Because of his weakness, All Might, Best Jeanist, and Ragdoll had lost their ability to be heroes. 

“Why’d you use it to save me?” he asked pitifully, voice cracking. “They thought I was a villain.”

“They were wrong,” All Might said firmly. “I would have risked my life for any of my students, Young Bakugou. And I will continue to risk it - for you, for Young Midoriya, for all of your friends.”

It should have made Katsuki feel better, but it didn’t. Because it wasn’t Deku or Kirishima or Todoroki or Iida. It was him. It was his fault and there was nothing he could do to take it back or fix it. He could only offer the hero one thing. He’d tried before, but the man had rejected him with excuses of a special diet and medical requirements. Maybe All Might would take him up on it now that he saw Aizawa was happily feeding. This was the only thing he was good at. 

“Do you want some?” 

“I shouldn’t.”

“Is it because I’m not good enough?” he asked, voice small. 

Aizawa tried to move again, but Katsuki wrapped fingers into the man’s hair and forced him to stay. He wanted to hear it from All Might. He wanted to hear that he wasn’t worthless. He needed to hear it.

All Might sighed heavily. “Alright. But only a little bit. You need to get back to class soon.”

Heart beating rapidly, Katsuki gestured to the empty side of the couch. All Might approached slowly, but Aizawa didn’t even react. After a little minor reshuffling, the blond hero’s lips found Katsuki’s pec. He helped the man get a good latch and was soon in utter bliss, feeding the two biggest heroes in his life. The one who had inspired him for his entire life, and the one who currently encouraged him to keep striving for his goal despite the entire world thinking he was some rabid cur or useless omega.

The milk flowed freely and he found himself drifting in the pheromones and endorphins. Would it ever get better than this? Feeding his idol? All Might was gentle despite his size and Katsuki found himself wishing he could feed the hero’s bulky empowered form too. Surely at full strength, the man could drain him in seconds. Even faster than Inasa or Endeavor, and probably kinder to boot. Right now, he appreciated the slow, gentle suckling though. He never wanted it to end.

Aizawa pulled away first, patting Katsuki’s head and fluffing up his hair. His pec wasn’t fully drained, but the pressure was down and he felt pleasantly relaxed.

“You’re a good kid, Bakugou. And you’ll make a great hero one day,” Aizawa told him confidently. “I’m going back to class, but you stay here as long as you need to.”

Nodding, Katsuki watched him go for a moment before training his eyes back on All Might. The man said he’d only have a little, and yet it had already been almost ten minutes. Not that Katsuki cared. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He pet softly at the hero’s blond hair, cradling All Might’s head gently. He never wanted to forget this moment. 

After a few more minutes, the door creaked open again and Katsuki blinked away from watching All Might drink. He was surprised to see Deku standing there. The green-haired alpha’s eyes were huge, staring at the scene in front of him in bewilderment.

“Kacchan! I’ve been looking everywhere for y-”

“Shh,” Katsuki chastised, waving the alpha over. “Drink or get out.”

Deku was there in an instant, sidling up next to Katsuki and latching on after a few failed attempts. No doubt the nipple was still warm from Aizawa’s mouth, not that Deku knew that. The thought made Katsuki pleased, for some reason. Feeding three alphas in one day? It felt incredible. Well, scratch that. Deku was having trouble getting enough suction. He moved a hand in to help, shoving in extra skin to create a seal. Out of all the alphas he fed, Deku was still the clumsiest about it. Katsuki chalked it up to lack of practice. Or maybe the nerd was still nervous around him, it was hard to tell.

All Might didn’t move a muscle as Deku joined him in drinking, illustrating the immense trust between the two alphas. Running his hands through both blond and green hair, Katsuki groaned. In a way, it felt like he was directly feeding One For All. 

Considering everyone he fed, these two definitely needed it the most. All Might was injured and borderline frail. Reduced to his former quirkless self, but much worse for the wear. And Deku was still trying to contain the immense power held inside his tiny body. Sure, the nerd was packing on some muscle, but he was still small. All Might needed milk to recover and Deku needed milk to grow big and strong like the other alphas.

And Katsuki was happy to give it to them.

Katsuki woke up still on the couch. His shirt was buttoned up. All Might was reading a book about teaching on the other couch. Deku was nowhere to be seen.

“How long was I asleep?” he asked around a yawn, feeling drained of both milk and energy.

“Only an hour or so,” All Might replied, folding a page corner and closing his book. “Do you feel up to going back to class?”

Not really, but he’d already missed a day recently because of stupid Deku biting the shit out of him. Standing up, he did a few basic stretches and yawned again.

“Yeah.”

“Shall I walk you there?”

Please.

“No, I’ll be okay.”

“Alright. I’ll see you soon for a hero lesson later this week.”

“Okay.”

He hesitated at the door. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that All Might was reaching for his book again. It was interesting to see how devoted the former number one hero had become to being the best teacher he could be. Nothing like a midlife career change. Feeling so soft and fuzzy with endorphins, he didn’t even blame himself for once. 

“Thanks, All Might.”

Katsuki didn’t say what for, but All Might merely smiled and gave him a little nod. He pushed open the door and made his way to class. Was it just him, or were All Might’s eyes not as sunken in as before? And he didn’t cough the whole time Katsuki was sleeping, because he definitely would have woken up.

Seems like the old man’s special diet was working.

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After class that day, Katsuki walked back to the dorms with his alphas. He didn’t ask them to, nor did they offer. It just happened. He smelled wet dog at one point, but didn’t see any of the troublemakers from the lunch room. 

The whole way, Deku kept up a running commentary. It was all mumbled, so Katsuki only caught words or phrases every now and then. It was mostly analyzing the quirks from lunch and the situation as a whole. Apparently, after Katsuki and Aizawa had left, some other teachers settled down the rest of the students and lunch had pretty much returned to normal. No one else got in trouble or escorted out - only Katsuki. Typical. 

“Shut up already, ya damn nerd,” Katsuki snapped as they finally approached their building.

“Sorry! They just better not try to hurt Kacchan,” Deku muttered. 

“I mean, you did,” Todoroki said blankly.

“I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!” Deku exclaimed, twisting between Todoroki and Katsuki both. “I’m sorry, Kacchan! It won’t happen again! I’m still adjusting my dosage of blockers to handle my instincts, but it’s working! I only want to attack those alphas the normal amount, not a crazy amount!”

“Tch. It’s fine, stop talkin’ about it already.”

“It’s not fine, Bakugou,” Iida replied sternly. “The school should take student-on-student violence more seriously.” 

“I can handle myself,” Katsuki seethed.

“You shouldn’t have to,” Todoroki offered and Katsuki glared at him.

“Those extras aren’t even in the hero course. I could kick their ass with one hand tied behind my back,” he bragged as he walked through the door Iida was holding open.

“Even so, as future heroes it is our duty to try to keep the peace - not instigate fights,” Iida explained, though Katsuki tuned him out.

“Whatever. Fuck you guys, I’m out,” he spat, marching over to where Kirishima and Sero were sitting at one of the tables.

The alphas hung around for a bit before trickling away to do their own shit. Katsuki ignored them, sick of being reminded of his weakness. So Deku had bitten him, big deal. It wasn’t the first time he’d been attacked by an alpha and it probably wasn’t the last. Today’s incident certainly proved that to be true. He’d just been surprised by the nerd’s sudden alpha presentation during their spar, that was all. He’d get stronger and fight the next alpha off, no problem. He wouldn’t let something like that happen again. 

“Trouble in paradise?” Sero drawled after the alphas had all disappeared.

“Fuck off.”

“Did you get in trouble with Aizawa?” Kirishima asked, looking up from his homework.

“What? No. He just took me somewhere to cool off.”

“Did our angry lil omega-wega give Sensei-wensei some milky-wilky?” Sero joked, squeezing at his own chest. 

“SHUT UP!” he roared, popping off explosions.

“No quirks in the common room!” Iida trumpeted from what was probably the kitchen.

“Fuck this,” Katsuki hissed, leaping up and stalking towards the elevators.

He was so sick of this shit. He fed alphas, so what? Why couldn’t his friends read the damn room and leave him the fuck alone for once? He was having a bad day. And being surrounded by his worry-wart alphas was fucking annoying too. He didn’t need their help. He didn’t need anyone’s help.

“Slow down, bro,” Kirishima called out.

“Fuck off.”

“C’mon man, don’t be like that. Let’s hang out and play a game or something. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” the beta whined.

Normally, he wouldn't care, but he actually did feel a little bad about spending less time with Kirishima lately. He made time for his friends as much as he could, but feeding all these damn alphas and trying to stay on top of homework and shit took a lot out of him. He wasn’t in the mood for Sero or Kaminari right now, but Kirishima was chill. 

“Tch. Fine. But don’t bitch if one of your controllers gets broken.”

“I won’t! Whining is totally unmanly!”

They rode up the elevator together and then spent the next hour playing a co-op shooting game full of violence in Kirishima’s room. Katsuki found himself relaxing and didn’t even break a controller - just singed it a bit. It was nice to just unwind without expectations of milk or someone trying to get a rise out of him. 

By the time dinner rolled around, he’d calmed down enough to not even snap at the alphas who still insisted on sitting too close or Sero’s half-assed apology. He took the beta’s offer of an extra pudding cup with grace - no mocking or scoffing. He took Deku’s pudding cup with a sneer though, because honestly the fucker deserved it after his bullshit concern that afternoon. Actually, Katsuki had been getting all of the nerd’s desserts lately, which was dumb because he didn’t even care about the bite anymore and Deku liked sweets way more than him.

He still ate them though. Obviously. 

A few days later, Katsuki was struggling his way through yet another rescue-focused hero lesson. They seemed to be having more and more of these lately. All Might was involved this time instead of Thirteen and, at first, Katsuki had been excited by that fact. His interest slowly died as he realized that it was just more of the same. A couple volunteers from the class were hidden somewhere in either Ground Beta or the USJ and the rest of them had to find and escort them to safety. Boring. 

Today they were in the USJ’s volcano portion, which meant Katsuki had to be extra careful. Heat and open flames could set off his quirk unintentionally. He left his gauntlets and grenades behind, just in case. Their rescue targets were Hagakure and Sero, which was annoying because Hagakure was in her hero ‘outfit’ and totally invisible aside from gloves and shoes, meaning there was a naked girl ‘lost’ somewhere in a volcano. Most of the guys in the class wanted to look for her, for obvious reasons. And so did the girls - to keep her from getting perved on. Being gay, Katsuki didn’t give a shit. 

On his turn, Katsuki ended up looking for Sero with Kirishima and Kaminari, though Kaminari certainly complained about it. They ended up finding the knobby-elbowed idiot behind some boulders with his arms taped together behind his back to simulate an injury. Katsuki very carefully exploded the rocks while Kaminari hoisted Sero onto Kirishima’s back and held him there for a piggyback ride. They returned to All Might and Recovery Girl well within the time limit and were all given passing credit for it. 

All Might patted his head, which was annoying but didn’t feel totally horrible. He used to think it was a condescending gesture, but now he realized it was just All Might’s attempt at affection. His teacher honestly looked better than usual, not quite as hunched over and his eyes seemed brighter too. He wondered what kind of special diet the man was on. How often did he get some fancy omega’s healing milk? It hurt a bit to know that somewhere out there was an omega who got to feed the greatest hero the world had ever known over and over again. He’d only gotten the chance once!

He lounged with his friends against some rocks, waiting for the rest of the class to finish. They all laughed when a big group of mostly girls finally returned with Hagakure, since Mineta was held within a bird cage that Yaoyorozu had clearly made. No doubt the perv deserved it. If it was up to Katsuki, he’d keep the creepy fucker in a cage all the damn time. 

After the grades were tallied, he realized that his little group had done the best. He smirked. He was getting better at taking these dumb rescue assignments seriously, especially since failing to get his Provisional Hero License. 

Not that he was still bitter about that. Because he definitely totally wasn’t. 

Walking out of the locker room after the lesson, Katsuki saw Aizawa standing nearby. The teacher called him over quietly, clearly trying not to draw attention. Interest peaked, he walked over, eyebrows raised.

“Bakugou, Principal Nezu wanted to discuss something in his office. Do you have some time?”

“Yeah, I guess. What’s it about?”

Aizawa merely shook his head and started walking. Katsuki fell in step beside him, but they didn’t speak. The hallways were pretty full of other students and clearly whatever topic Nezu had in store was top secret. They finally made their way to the principal’s office. Aizawa knocked on the door and the two of them were welcomed in and sat down in front of the desk that was way too big for the rat...hamster...mouse... thing that was Nezu.

“Ah, Bakugou! Aizawa! Just the people I wanted to see!” the principal cheered. “I have a very interesting proposition for you, Bakugou.”

Unsure, Katsuki’s gaze darted to Aizawa and then back to Nezu. 

“What is it?” he asked cautiously.

“Well, as I’m sure you’re aware, UA’s new dorm system has not been without a few...hiccups,” Nezu explained, to which Katsuki rolled his eyes. “As it turns out, many of our alpha students are unable to make it home to their dams on a regular basis. And most families are unable or unwilling to hire milk services for their underaged children.”

“Yeah, so?” he asked, already on edge.

“So, I took the initiative to figure out a solution that would be in everyone’s best interests. Alphas, omegas, and betas. Now, what you may not know is that UA has many more alpha students enrolled than omegas. We, of course, open our doors to everyone, but the entrance exams can be difficult.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? That omegas couldn’t hack it? That alphas were smarter? What kind of old school Traditionalist crap was that? He knew there were more alphas in the heroics course, but that was because a lot of omegas were more concerned with having families than saving the day. Which was bullshit, but whatever. Their loss. But what was the excuse for the other departments? Nothing about the general education, support, or management courses were necessarily anti-omega. Well, maybe management, but that was a whole other can of worms on how shitty and outdated corporate businesses could be.

“Bakugou, calm down. Let him finish.”

Katsuki scowled at Aizawa before turning his attention back to the rat. He tried to reel in his pheromones, but it wasn’t easy. He was about ten seconds away from blowing his top.

“As I was saying, our entrance exams are rigorous and also quite expensive. Many parents simply don’t want to incur the expense. We can only offer so many scholarships, so sadly the issue is largely out of our hands, “ Nezu said calmly. 

It made sense, but it didn’t make Katsuki feel any better. Being an omega was like running a race against everyone else, but only your lane had hurdles and flaming rings to jump through. Even your parents could set you up to fail, sending you to a cheap school and expecting you to get married to an alpha or join a milk-related career. Neither of which required much in terms of education.

“What is in our control, however, is the health and wellbeing of our students,” Nezu went on. “I reached out to some of our students from the Department of Support and asked them to put their heads together to help me solve our current crisis: milk.”

The only support student Katsuki knew was Mei Hatsume, which didn’t invoke a lot of confidence. Her performance at the Sports Festival had been quite...interesting. And Iida had ended up looking like a flustered, bumbling fool. Not exactly 1-A’s brightest moment.

“They’ve managed to develop a ground-breaking process, not just for UA, but maybe even the world at large. They’ve already done some testing and everything seems to be working well at this stage, so we decided to inform the other omegas and start a larger program of sorts.”

“What program?” he asked, gripping tightly at the arms of his chair.

Nezu held up a paw...hand? “Allow me to explain the process before we get to that. Essentially, they have come up with a way to milk omegas using a machine. It’s entirely painless! The milk is bottled immediately, kept at body temperature, and then delivered to alphas in need right away.”

A machine? Katsuki’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt.

“Now, since we have nearly five times as many alpha students as we do omegas, the omegas would be milked every morning. The alphas would be placed on a rotating roster, with the plan to give them one bottle a week. That should solve our school’s current alpha aggression and delinquency issues, while also providing relief to omegas by giving them a safe, hygienic place to release their milk. And have it be put to good use!”

This was...a lot to take in. High level, the process sounded reasonable enough. Though how a handful of omegas could feed so many alphas, he didn’t understand. Depended on the size of the bottles, really. And it was probably just enough milk to keep them from going feral, not enough to actually slake their thirst. 

“And you want me to be one of those omegas getting milked, eh?” he asked when Nezu didn’t continue.

“Well, ideally all our omega students will agree to be part of the program. If not, we may have to go back to the drawing board. Or be choosier in our selection of alphas,” said Nezu.

Katsuki was unsure about all this. He liked the setup he had right now - feeding alphas in person and swapping hormones was working pretty well for him and the alphas both. If he was getting milked by some machine every morning, how would he produce enough to feed his alphas too? Most of his supply would be going to random other students, and he didn’t really give a shit about them.

“Can I see the machine?” he asked.

“Oh, well, it’s not ready yet. Last minute touches and all, you understand,” Nezu replied, waving his little hand. “But yes, all the omegas will be given a tour. And of course you can drop out of the program at any time.”

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Katsuki thought it over some more. He’d wait to agree until he saw the machine and the process as a whole. In theory, it sounded fine. But in reality? He wasn’t so sure. There was a reason that bottled omega milk wasn’t available. Decades of corporate research and science hadn’t solved the problem, but he was supposed to believe that some random support students did it in a few days? 

“I’ll think about it,” he said with a sigh. 

“Excellent! Well, we’ll be in contact when we’re ready to give you and your omega peers a tour of the milking setup! I’m sure it will be soon, they are working very diligently on this special project! UA’s very first Omega Milk Program - how exciting!”

With a grunt, Katsuki stood up. For now, he decided to hold his judgement. 

Upon returning the dorms, he texted Iida that he was back and ready to feed whenever. To kill the time, he did some homework. After feeding, Iida would sometimes stick around to study. If it was close enough to dinner, though, he usually went off to get Katsuki food. Thanks to his meeting with Nezu and Aizawa, it was already almost time to eat, so Katsuki was looking forward to being served some food without having to lift a finger. He’d still have to go down to the dining room, since Iida insisted that eating meals wasn’t allowed in their rooms. Katsuki had pointed out that Iida was technically eating while sucking down milk, but the alpha said the campus rulebook didn’t specifically state anything about omega milk. And non-alcoholic liquids were allowed, so Iida gave it a pass. How convenient. 

Realizing he was getting distracted, Katsuki focused back on the math problem currently staring up at him. In order to make sure he was getting everything done for class while also fitting in several alpha feeding sessions, he’d stopped attending as many study groups with his friends. Kaminari and Ashido had complained, so he still tutored them once a week, but that was about all he had time for. He wasn’t going to sacrifice his own top-three spot in the class for some idiots who couldn’t seem to apply themselves. Nor was he willing to sacrifice feeding the alphas. He liked being in the only class at UA without alpha aggression problems.

He was 1-A’s aggression problem and he wanted to keep it that way. 

After about thirty minutes, there was a knock on the door. Katsuki swung it open and welcomed Iida into his room. The alpha placed his glasses on the desk before joining Katsuki on the bed. Iida latched on quickly and Katsuki gave in to the endorphins right away. 

He was nervous about this new program, though he didn’t want to admit it. Currently, he fed five alphas regularly - Aizawa, Iida, Todoroki, Inasa, and Deku. He’d also fed Endeavor and All Might, but only once each. Though if All Might was willing, he would gladly feed the emaciated alpha again. Endeavor, not so much.

In the milk program, he could potentially feed way more alphas. And okay, most of them were probably useless extras, but surely some of them had to be at least marginally worthy, right? And if he didn’t have to feed them directly, maybe it was better to put his milk to use on a large scale rather than express it down the drain. Because yeah, even though he was feeding five alphas, he still had days where he got too full and had to squeeze some out in the shower or bathroom sink. And he knew it was a waste, especially in a place where people so clearly needed the resource he was just washing down the drain.

He still wanted to wait to see the milking process for himself, but he was slowly coming around to the idea already. Looking down at Iida’s calm face, he only had one regret. Despite him always arguing the opposite, this was honestly his favorite part of the whole ‘feeding alphas’ business. Seeing their peaceful faces and swapping feel-good hormones back and forth. There was no way a machine could replicate that, right?

He’d have to wait and see. 

Chapter Text

After school the next day, Aizawa stopped Katsuki on his way out of the classroom. 

“Nezu just emailed to say the room is ready for a tour, if you’re still interested,” Aizawa said quietly as the last few students filed past.

Katsuki was surprised, he’d expected it to take a few more days at least, maybe a week. He had plans to study with Deku after dinner and let him drink afterwards, but he had some time to kill before then.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he said, adjusting his backpack. 

As they walked, Aizawa looked over at him. “I’m proud of you, Bakugou. Nezu’s assured me this will solve our alpha problem.”

“I fuckin’ hope so,” he groused. 

He didn’t know how to take Aizawa’s compliment. As a child, he’d been praised and complimented endlessly for his strong quirk and confident attitude. Over time, those words had filled him with a sense of purpose and a strong drive to succeed. His mother said it over-inflated his ego, but for Katsuki it felt more like an urgent voice in his head telling him to be better, stronger, faster. He was filled with the need to prove all those words correct. That he was powerful and worthy. That he would be a great hero some day.

As time went on, though, the words started to feel heavy. They began to ring hollowly in his ear. There was so much pressure. He felt like he was placed on a pedestal way too high up. And in his first real test with the sludge villain, he’d failed. And then he’d failed against Deku in their first real hero lesson. And he kept failing. In class. At summer camp. At the Provisional Hero License Exam. One failure after another. But he couldn’t show weakness or how he really felt inside. People didn’t care about that. He had a reputation to uphold. To be strong, to be tough.

By this point in his life, it was much, much easier for him to believe the negative things people said instead. That he was mean and villainous. That he was cruel and hot-headed. That he was a bully and a tyrant. That he was a useless omega who was only good for one thing. That he was a weak failure who’d ended All Might. That everything wrong at UA was his fault.

Those were easy to believe. 

So to hear that his teacher was proud of him, he wasn’t sure what to think. Proud of what? Sharing his milk? Not fighting with Nezu about the expectations being put upon him?

It hardly seemed worthy of much merit.

The designated milking room had been set up in a seldom-used classroom near the library, quite far from the 1-A floor. It smelled strongly of cleaning chemicals and there were signs posted on the door marking it as a restricted area.

When Katsuki and Aizawa walked in, they were greeted by Nezu, Power Loader, three support class students, and several omegas. Katsuki was the only male omega and the only one in the hero course. He already knew that was the case, but it was still odd to be in a room with so many other omegas. They were all cute and soft, ranging in ages and sizes. He felt like he stood out like a sore thumb. They smelled nervous. He wondered if he did too.

The milking machine itself was quite large and designed to accommodate quite a few omegas - way more than UA even had. There were eight comfy-looking chairs set in two rows of four, each facing a conveyor belt of sorts. Suspended from the ceiling above the conveyor belt was a small pump and bottling system for each omega, with hoses coming out of it. Two milking nozzles rested on the seat of each chair, their hoses leading back to the device. At the far end of the room, the conveyor belt turned into a narrow metal chute that led to a little panel in the wall. The bottles themselves looked like classic glass milk bottles, with simple metal twist-off caps. 

“Welcome!” Nezu said as he clapped his hands. “I want to thank you all for coming today on such short notice! As you’re well aware, UA’s alpha aggression issue is getting worse and worse by the day, so I put our very best support students on the case and this is what they have come up with!”

The little rat walked past and Katsuki stepped out of the way, closer to the other omegas. He noticed that one of them had a black eye. She was barely even five feet tall, with light brown hair tied into pigtails. No outward appearance of a quirk. Realizing that he wasn’t the only one facing issues from thirsty alphas, he decided to give this whole process at least one good try. He had the milk to give and even he could admit that it was getting annoying to be approached by uppity alphas or dealing with their aggressive pheromones in the lunchroom and hallways all the damn time. Not to mention the risk of the alphas going feral, like Deku had. 

Katsuki could defend himself. These other omegas? Maybe not.

“We’ve done some testing with the omega and alphas in our own year and this method worked the best. Allow me to explain,” said a third year support student with thick red goggles. “Each omega will be milked for approximately twenty minutes or until empty. During that time, these suspended devices will bottle the product immediately. Once a bottle is full and sealed, it will travel down the heated chute and be delivered to an alpha on the other side of the wall. After they’re done drinking, they’ll turn the bottle back in and we’ll sanitize it and use it again to reduce waste and to ensure that no milk leaves this area.”

“So the alphas just line up out there?” one of the omegas asked. “Won’t they fight?”

“We’ll have staff members on hand to supervise,” Power Loader assured her. “And only so many alphas will be allowed to attend each day.”

“Correct,” jumped in Goggles. “Each alpha will be assigned a feeding day and we will be distributing the bottles unlabeled by hand, so there won’t be any issues with alpha-omega relations. Once the program starts, alpha aggression levels should drastically plummet. There shouldn’t be many issues after a week or two.”

Yeah, sure. Katsuki would believe that when he saw it. Did they really expect a single bottle to satisfy every alpha? Some of those fuckers were huge. He thought about Inasa and how the alpha’s mom wasn’t able to produce enough anymore. There’s no way a single bottle would satisfy him. Granted, most alphas weren’t hulking beasts like the Shiketsu student, but still. Aside from his mom and Deku, all the alphas Katsuki had ever met were taller and often broader than himself. 

“Based on our calculations, we should have plenty of milk to feed both alpha students and alpha staff members who don’t have regular access to omega milk. Of course, those who have another source are recommended not to use our program, to ensure we can help those most in need,” another support student said, this one with a glowing ball dangling from a fleshy stem on his head like some kind of deep-sea fish. “We will continue to monitor output and adjust as needed.”

This fact surprised Katsuki and he looked over at Aizawa to confirm. The man was having a hushed conversation with Nezu, so the blond turned back to the tour. Surely Aizawa would be one of the staff members drinking. Unlike All Might, Aizawa didn’t have regular access to milk. Well, not without Katsuki.

“So we have to come here every day?” an omega asked as she picked up one of the milking nozzles.

“Yes,” replied Goggles. “Right now we’re planning to begin milking at 7:30am. All omegas should plan to arrive by 7:45 at the latest so there’s time to get in a full milking. The milk will be distributed immediately, so alphas will arrive between 7:40am and 8:15 to wait in line for a bottle. This will ensure everyone can get to their homeroom by the time school starts at 8:25.”

“So early!” one of the omegas whined.

“Ah, I almost forgot! We will be serving omegas breakfast before or during their milking session,” Nezu said happily. “Whichever they prefer.”

Used to waking up early for morning runs, Katsuki wasn’t all that bothered. He’d just cut some time off his run so he could shower and be here right at 7:30 every morning. He hated being late to class. 

“Feel free to look around and discuss amongst yourselves,” Nezu encouraged. “Let us know any feedback you may have! Oh and Sasaki here was the guinea pig for most of the trials, so ask her about the process!”

All the non-omegas walked back towards the door and then out into the hallway to give them space to talk and explore. Katsuki was already willing to give the thing a go, but he followed the others around as they poked and prodded at things. It’s not like he wanted to be milked like a damn cow, but it was clear that the school had to do something. And they had a supply of omegas and milk already, so why not? 

“It’s really not that bad,” said the tallest omega, who was apparently Sasaki. “It feels different than a normal feeding, but you get used to it.”

“Does it hurt?”

“The first time, but we fixed the devices. I’m sure they’ll keep adjusting things. We support students love to tinker with stuff!” she laughed. “I actually helped design the nozzles myself.”

The others spread out and started testing out the chairs and fiddling with the nozzles and hoses. Katsuki just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t feel like exploring the space. He was already going to try it out. Aizawa and Nezu seemed to trust the machine, so he would too. And his mother was always harping on him not to cause trouble for other people. To be heroic and actually help people, not just pound villains. So while he didn’t really feel like being hooked up to a fucking machine, he also wasn’t a scared little bitch. He could handle it. He could handle anything this school chose to throw at him. Besides, he had extra milk to give almost every single day, so it shouldn’t be a problem. At least his supply wouldn’t go to waste and maybe the more aggressive alphas would leave him and the other omegas alone after the program got up and running.

After a little more looking around and hushed conversations, the omegas gathered in the middle of the room and started to talk about the pros and cons. Katsuki listened in, without actually joining their little circle. 

“I’m sick of the alphas in my grade trying to convince me to let them drink, so I’m willing to try anything,” one of the omegas said determinedly. 

“Yeah, we have a girl alpha in my class and she tried to corner me in the bathroom the other day!”

“It seems better than the milk bar my older sister worked in.”

“I’m willing to try anything to get rid of all the nauseating pheromones lately.”

“What if they get mad about only getting one bottle?”

“There will be teachers, right?”

“What if an alpha gets in here?”

“Then I’ll fuckin’ blast their face off,” Katsuki said haughtily, speaking up for the first time. 

All the omegas looked at him in surprise. They’d all been talking to each other this whole time, mostly whispering to friends or asking Sasaki things. His voice was loud and jarring in comparison and he’d been silent since entering the room.

“You’re from the Sports Festival, aren’t you?” asked the girl with the black eye. “You won.”

Normally, Katsuki didn’t really consider the Sports Festival a victory. He felt cheated out of a real, true fight with Todoroki and held it against the alpha for quite a long time. And then there was the embarrassment of being muzzled and chained up in front of thousands of people, on national TV no less. Usually, he just preferred to ignore the event entirely. But now? Facing six omegas who were either quirkless or not strong enough to pass the hero entrance exam? There’s no way he could say it was a hollow victory. They were looking up to him. Relying on him to keep them safe in case some shithole alpha got past the teachers.

Holding up his hands, he let off several small explosions. Some of the omegas stepped back. Some looked surprised or even afraid. The girl with the black eye smiled.

“I’m sure parts of this are gonna suck ass,” he huffed. “But as a hero I have to do my duty, right? For the alphas, but for us omegas too. Plus fuckin’ Ultra.”

“Yeah. Plus Ultra!” said the girl with the black eye, her tiny fist held up in determination.

“Plus Ultra!” they all cheered.

“We’ll do it,” said Katsuki as he opened the door. “If it sucks, you’ll fix it until it works, right?”

“Of course! We want all our students to be comfortable!” Nezu insisted, looking ecstatic. “You’re all volunteering for the Omega Milk Program?”

Katsuki looked around at the girls. They didn’t look as nervous anymore. Somehow he’d managed to convince them to join something, even though he wasn’t one hundred percent sold on it himself. Oh well, if the machine hurt the girls, he’d just threaten the support students until they fixed it. Or he’d blow up the whole room and tell them to come up with something better. And if an alpha ever snuck in here or tried to hurt them? He’d kill the bastard.

“Yeah,” he said as the other omegas nodded and agreed as well.

“Excellent! Well, in that case let’s plan to start the program on Monday morning,” Nezu said excitedly. “We will of course inform your parents as well. Thank you all for your willingness to help your fellow students!”

Goggles started handing out little packets of information. Katsuki flipped through and found that it was mostly diet recommendations for increasing milk production, some details about the sanitization that would happen after each omega was finished milking, and a form to sign agreeing to participate in the program.

As everyone signed their forms and handed them to Power Loader, Nezu cleared his throat.

“Now, once the program begins, we’ll have to ask that all omegas save their milk for the program and not to give any out unless it’s an emergency or for your own necessary relief of pressure. Please try to come to the milking sessions as full as you can,” Nezu said.

Katsuki froze. Fuck, he wasn’t expecting that. He thought he’d still be able to feed his alphas like normal, and get rid of his excess milk through the program. Fuck. He almost wanted to change his mind, but it was too fucking late now. He’d already handed over his signed form and Aizawa was clapping him on the shoulder like he’d saved a fucking puppy or something. The omegas and support students were all smiling. 

His mother’s voice echoed around his mind. He shouldn’t make trouble for people. He’d already made his fellow students’ lives shit by forcing them to live in the dorms away from their families. And he’d cost UA so much money and anguish. Aizawa had to defend his sorry ass on live TV. All Might lost his fucking career. Ragdoll lost her quirk and Best Jeanist almost died. All for him, because he was a weak little bitch. He wasn’t going to be one again because of some damn milk and needy alphas in his dumb little pack that shouldn’t even exist. 

So he could fucking sit down and get hooked up to a machine. The process was clearly safe and effective, so it was fine. His alphas would just have to be okay drinking from bottles. And he’d have to be okay giving up the feeding endorphins. They were making him weak and mushy anyway, so it was fine. 

Aizawa squeezed his shoulder, likely sensing a spike in anxiety, before leaving the room. Katsuki forced himself to count to ten in his head. He wasn’t going to freak out. He wasn’t. Everyone else here was fine. All these other omegas were smiling and talking to each other as they filled out their forms. And here he was, realizing that he was a fucking idiot. 

He should have expected this. It made sense. If they were going to feed alpha students and staff alike, they would need to produce a lot. Even if some of the alphas were going to continue feeding from their dams or a paid service, the number would still be quite large for those waiting in the milk line each morning. Would seven omegas be enough?

Only time would tell. 

When Nezu started talking to one of the other omegas, Katsuki realized they were done here. He’d turned in his form already, so he should just go. He started for the door. Aizawa was waiting for him in the hallway, looking half asleep where he was leaning against the wall.

“Will you be in the program?” Katsuki asked, trying to keep his voice even.

“Yes, at least to start. If there’s not enough, we will of course prioritize students who need it most.” 

“If you get kicked out, let me know and I’ll still feed you. Just not during homeroom,” Katsuki offered, stuffing the packet into his bag. “I’ll have made more by the evening.”

“I don’t think that will be allowed. It’s only rational for you to save up milk for the program.”

“Tch. I guess. Your loss,” he huffed cooly, though he couldn’t ignore the slight pang in his chest at the idea of not feeding any alphas directly anymore. 

“No sense worrying about it just yet. You should get back to the dorms, it’s almost time for dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

As he walked across campus, Katsuki nibbled at his lip in thought. How was he going to break this to his alphas? Surely they’d be informed about the program from Nezu soon, but it would likely be a surprise tonight or tomorrow morning. And what about Inasa? The hulking alpha would have no clue and the poor guy would be back to only drinking small amounts from his mom.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t really Katsuki’s problem and yet, it kinda felt like it was. For whatever reason, he felt responsible for the stupid alphas in his pack. He liked seeing them well-fed and happy. He enjoyed walking into rooms with content alpha pheromones and was worried that reducing their intake to one bottle a week would revert some of the progress they’d made.

Katsuki was also worried about the lack of endorphins in his future. Maybe the milking machine would provide the same kind of physical feedback, but he knew there would be no swapping of hormones or pheromones. Oh well. It was fine. He’d gone without them for years and had been just fine. So he’d be fine again. No big deal.

He tried to remember what Aizawa had said. No use worrying about it yet. The support students were third years. They had done calculations and tests that clearly Power Loader and Nezu had reviewed and signed off on. A fellow omega had been part of the process and refined the nozzles herself. It would be fine. 

Probably. 

Hopefully. 

At dinner, he ended up pushing food around on his plate as he mulled over how to tell the alphas. He’d never been an eloquent person. Maybe blunt was best. It wasn’t like it was his idea or program anyway. He was just relaying the damn news. 

Once the room was mostly empty, Katsuki cleared his throat and all three alphas looked his way. Assholes probably thought he was choking or something.

“They’re starting a new milk program on Monday,” he said, trying to keep his tone casual. “All the omegas will be milked every morning and it’ll be distributed to alphas. Nezu or Aizawa will probably tell you about it soon.”

“Distributed? How?” Iida asked.

“Some support extras figured out a way to bottle it and serve it fresh,” he replied with a shrug. “And it means that things will have to change.”

“Change how?” Todoroki inquired around another slurp of noodles.

“They want us to save our milk for the program. So no more direct feedings.”

“No,” Todoroki frowned.

“It’s not fuckin’ up to you, IcyHot.”

“I think it sounds like a great idea!” Iida exclaimed. “It will take the pressure off individual omegas and help reduce the alpha behavior problems I’ve been hearing about.”

“That’s the plan,” Katsuki grunted.

“There aren’t many omegas going to UA, right? Will there even be enough milk?” Todoroki asked, pushing away his food. 

“They did the calculations and I guess it panned out. Not all the alpha students will participate, some will probably still go home to their dams instead,” he said. “That’s why we have to save up. So there’s enough to go around.”

“How do you feel about it, Kacchan?” Deku asked, tugging at his bottom lip in thought. “You may end up feeding those alphas who bothered you before.”

“S’fine. Better than letting this whole dorm thing make everybody fuckin’ crazy,” he replied as he stood up and started to carry his tray to the kitchen. “I’ll meet you in your room in fifteen minutes, Deku.”

After washing his dishes, he hit up the bathroom and then went to his room to change. Swapping out his uniform for some sweats and a tank top, he headed for Deku’s room. The plan was to study for a couple hours and then he’d feed Deku. Maybe they’d even watch an episode or two of the new hero drama everyone was talking about.

“Oi, nerd,” he called out, opening Deku’s door and stomping right in. 

“Kacchan! I brought us up some tea,” the alpha replied, already seated at his low table.

Making room for himself by shoving aside some notebooks, Katsuki pulled out his own study materials. They spent the next two hours in companionable silence aside from Deku asking for some help with his history assignment. By the time they were done, the tea was long gone and Katsuki was feeling pretty full of milk.

“Let’s stop,” he suggested, tucking away his books.

“Okay.”

They put away their things and moved to Deku’s bed. Katsuki pulled up his shirt to expose his plump chest and reached for Deku, but the alpha hesitated. 

“Kacchan, I’m worried about this program,” Deku muttered quietly. “We got an email from Principal Nezu right after dinner and...I’m just not sure.”

“What’s there to worry about? I’m the one getting hooked up to a fuckin’ machine every morning. You shitty alphas just have to drink, so shut up,” he groused, rolling his eyes. “I’m about to pop, so get over here, Deku.”

Deku inched closer, but still didn’t drink. Katsuki tried to manhandle him, but the alpha resisted.

“I’m gonna miss it, Kacchan. I feel so much closer to you now. A-As an alpha, I-I mean!” he rushed. “And I know Todoroki and Iida and Aizawa-sensei probably feel the same way.”

“It’s just a fuckin’ trial run, nerd. Besides, I’m constantly making milk. I can probably give you guys some in the evenings if it gets really bad.”

“The email said you’re not supposed to do that. And that we’re not supposed to ask,” Deku mumbled.

“Yeah, well, what they don’t know won’t kill ‘em. It’ll be fine.”

“And you’re really okay with it, Kacchan?”

“Hah?! I already said I was, didn’t I? I never do shit I don’t want to do!”

“I know. I just...after what you said about the dorms, I hope you don’t feel like you owe this to people. That wasn’t your fault!”

“SHUT UP! Do you want to drink or not?” Katsuki spat.

Damn Deku, always pushing his buttons and pissing him off. So what if he was still blaming himself for it? He was reminded of how much he’d ruined everyone’s lives practically every day in the hallways or around campus. People were always talking shit about him. So what if he saw this program as a way to atone for his sins? It was just a little milk. It didn’t mean anything to him. He just dumped it down the drain. At least now it’d go to decent use. Calm the alphas down and give his fellow omegas and the school as a whole a damn break. 

“I do, I do! Sorry!” Deku said, waving his arms around.

Katsuki grumbled but spread his arms out and invited the alpha towards his chest. Heaving a little sigh, Deku finally snuggled in close and started palming at Katsuki’s pecs. The alpha did that sometimes, kneading at them like a fucking cat. It always made his nipples bead up with milk and his fucking body heat up.

“Tch. Don’t make a fuckin’ mess, just drink,” he scolded quietly, pulling the alpha’s face to his chest. “There ya go, open up.”

Once Deku latched on, Katsuki sank back against the headboard. Hand toying with thick, curly hair, he frowned. He didn't want to admit it, but he’d miss the closeness he shared with his alphas. It soothed his inner omega and the exchanging of hormones had really calmed down his temper lately. He was still himself, but he didn’t feel as on edge all the time. For the first time in his life, he felt like other people had his back. His stupid beta friends, his alphas, his teacher. Even All Might was on his side. 

Despite all his failures, he felt more comfortable with himself now than he ever had. Hopefully the new milking process didn’t take any of that away. If anything, feeding more alphas would just make him even happier and more fulfilled, right? His milk would literally be flowing through UA - fueling dozens of students and staff members. That was a nice thought.

The quiet sound of Deku suckling eventually stopped as the alpha pulled back from the second nipple. Katsuki realized he’d zoned out for almost the entire thing. His brain was so focused on the new milking program, even the endorphins couldn’t completely distract him. Still, both his pecs felt sufficiently drained, so he knew that Deku must have had a lot.

“You’ll miss it too, won’t you, Kacchan?” Deku asked and damn, his voice sounded so soft and vulnerable after feeding. “The quiet. The closeness. The hormones. I’ll miss it.”

“Tch. I never needed any of that happy-crappy shit,” he huffed, pushing the alpha away a bit. “Are we gonna watch that stupid show or not?”

“Oh! Yeah, lemme set it up.”

He watched as Deku got his laptop and pulled up the latest hero drama. Katsuki had heard several of his classmates talk about the show, but he was never big on TV usually. Deku had mentioned wanting to watch it with him, since it was focused on a hero duo and set back in All Might’s silver age. He’d reluctantly agreed. He was glad that he had now, since it made the perfect excuse to stop talking about the stupid milk program. 

They ended up laying on their stomachs side-by-side to watch. After only a few minutes in, Deku sniffed and Katsuki turned to see that the alpha was crying. 

“Oi! What the fuck are you crying about?” he hissed. “It just fuckin’ started!”

“I’ll m-miss it a lot, Kacchan.”

What a fucking baby. The endorphins swirling in Katsuki’s head made the alpha’s whine strike a cord deep inside though. Shifting his weight onto his left shoulder a bit, he yanked up his tank top again. He still had a little milk left.

“Shut up,” he said even as he pulled at the alpha’s ugly ‘flannel’ t-shirt. “Come here.”

Deku rolled onto his back and scooched over. It took the alpha a little bit to latch on in the new position, but he eventually got it. Katsuki sighed, fingers buried deep in green curls as he supported the base of the alpha’s head and neck. Deku suckled for a long time, even once the milk was gone, but Katsuki didn’t stop him.

Yeah, he’d miss it too. 

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It was almost time to leave for their weekly Remedial Course lesson and Katuski was feeling a little nauseous. Like somehow this whole thing was his fault and everyone knew it. First the dorms and now bottled milk. He was already everyone’s most-hated student and he didn’t usually care, but now that the other omegas were wrapped into this, he felt a bit more pressure. 

All day at school, the alphas had been grumbling about the program. His own alphas were mixed on it - with Deku and Iida trying to keep a positive outlook and Todoroki acting like the world was ending. The alphas outside of 1-A were also torn. Some seemed excited about getting easy access to milk, while others were angry at the idea of a bottle. Katsuki tried to tell himself that he didn’t care what they thought, since he and his fellow omegas definitely got the worse end of the stick, but it didn’t mean much when the entire school smelled like upset alpha. 

And it wasn’t helping that he had to give the news to Inasa tonight. Of all the alphas he fed, Inasa was the one he felt the most nervous of. Not that he thought Inasa would try to hurt him or anything, but more that the alpha was in for a nasty surprise. As was the alpha’s poor over-milked mother. 

Because by this point, Katsuki knew it was indeed a nasty surprise. At least for the alphas he fed. Deku was still down about it, often staring at Katsuki’s chest whenever he thought the omega wasn’t looking. Verbally though, Deku defended the idea so Katsuki didn’t have to when the betas in their class started asking about it during breaks. Iida had seemed okay at first, but was now lingering near Katsuki whenever they weren’t in the classroom. Aizawa also lingered by the windows to lecture from instead of at the front. His teacher’s new position was mere feet from Katsuki’s desk. 

And then there was Todoroki. He’d fed the dual-haired alpha last night and it had gone...not great. The alpha had been quiet and he’d suckled for over two hours, even going so far as to swap back to the first nipple again to fully drain Katsuki dry. And once Todoroki was done, he kept clinging to the borderline-catatonic omega. The third time the alpha started licking at his nipples and whining, Katsuki had finally kicked him out. And even that took some effort, with an exhausted and jelly-boned Katsuki trying to shove the clingy alpha out of his room.

Even his stupid beta friends had commented that it was like a dark cloud hung over the class alphas. A cloud that Katsuki felt was all his fault. They were in the dorms because of him. They’d have to deal with bottles instead of direct feedings because of him. Not to mention what the other omegas would have to go through - what they’d already been going through. All because of him. Again.

As he walked to the edge of campus with Todoroki now, Katsuki frowned. Tonight would be the last time Inasa would drain him so quickly and thoroughly that he was basically reduced to a sleepy mush person. No one flooded him with endorphins as quickly as Inasa did. Todoroki’s feedings had a similar end result, but took ten times as long to get there. Katsuki blamed Inasa’s wind quirk, able to wrap those pheromones around the omega like no one else - along with his massive size and capacity for gigantic gulps of milk. 

“You smell bad,” Todoroki remarked flatly as they waited for Aizawa to pull up in the car.

“Fuck you, IcyHot.”

“You’re nervous.”

“Shut up.”

He didn't want to admit it, but his mood had been sour all day. It was finally starting to hit him that Monday was fast approaching and his daily schedule was going to change. Instead of quiet, mostly private moments with his feeding alphas, he’d be hooked up to a damn machine every morning instead. He was trying to think positively, but that wasn’t really his usual style. 

The program packet he’d received was quite informative, so he knew everything would be clean, safe, and well-supervised. And he also had a whole list of dietary recommendations to help improve his milk production, with notes that Lunch Rush would be including those options and ingredients at all meal times. The vending machines and grab-and-go shelves in the lunchroom would also be stocked with new, milk-friendly items. Which was...nice? He just hoped everything wasn’t labeled as such. He’d never live it down if he arrived at the table with a carton or wrapper that said something like ‘milk-boosting!’ or ‘omega-approved!’ on the front. Would people notice if he removed packaging before sitting down to eat?

Aizawa’s car came to a halt and Katsuki walked around to get in on the other side. The drive was so quiet and awkward that Aizawa eventually caved and turned on the radio. At least on the return trip, Katsuki would be able to easily drift off to sleep. Well, that was if Inasa decided to have one last drink.

He suddenly felt worried that the alpha would say no.

Their lesson was fairly standard. No Endeavor to watch over them this week, but Gang Orca made up for it by having them do drills and run their asses off as they carefully handled robotic dummies back and forth while using their quirks or climbing in and out of fake buildings and rubble. The robots kept track of jarring movements, blunt hits, and g-forces. The things were supposed to simulate actual civilians, so they had to be kept safe. After some sloppy hand-offs early on, their little group of four finally got the hang of it, and they ultimately got a passing score for the day. 

When they were finally released at the end of the session, Katsuki found himself trudging towards the locker room with a heavy weight on his shoulders. Inasa picked up on his bitter mood, clapping Katsuki on the back and telling him to keep his chin up. Katsuki and Todoroki shared a glance at that, but neither said anything with Camie still nearby. As far as he knew, the beta girl was still clueless of their arrangement and he wanted to keep it that way. 

Once inside, Katsuki hopped in the shower and quickly scrubbed himself down. He managed to beat the other boys out and settled himself on the bench, fully dressed aside from his unbuttoned shirt. Todoroki came out next, dressing quietly and then going to stand by the door like usual. No one had ever walked in on a feeding session here, but Katsuki figured it didn’t hurt to have a lookout.

Inasa finally ambled out, a towel tied around his hips. Katsuki watched the alpha’s rippling muscles and large frame with baited breath, still trying to decide if he should share the news now or wait until after the feeding. If he waited, there was a chance that he’d be too out of it and tired. And he didn’t want to foist the responsibility off onto Todoroki, considering the alpha was already in a bad mood and would have to practically carry Katsuki’s sorry ass back to the car. 

Honestly, it was probably for the best that he wasn’t going to feed his damn alphas anymore. He hated feeling weak and useless and feedings always left him soft and wimpy. Especially Inasa. See? That’s it. This was a good thing, in the end. It’d make him stronger. He perked up a bit. There’s always a silver lining he thought, trying to psych himself up for the coming discussion. 

“Hey, Inasa,” he started as the alpha was buttoning his uniform top. 

“Yes, Bakugou?” the alpha asked.

“Fuck. I don’t really know how to put it nicely, so I’ll just say it,” he said gruffly, deciding to just rip off the band-aid and be done with it. “UA’s been having a ton of alpha issues after moving to the dorms, so they’re starting a new Omega Milk Program on Monday. Meaning that after tonight, I won’t be able to feed you again. We’re supposed to save our supply for the program.”

At first, Inasa didn’t say anything. Katsuki’s eyes darted between both alphas as he tried to pick up on any aggressive pheromones. Only, there weren’t any. Todoroki still smelled mildly upset, but Inasa’s scent was pretty standard.

“I see,” Inasa replied after a moment. “Well, I know you’ll do your best for the alphas at your school!”

Katsuki was prepared for anger, bargaining, maybe even depression. He wasn’t ready for such boisterous acceptance. The alpha almost sounded like Iida. 

“It was very last minute,” Todoroki said from his spot near the door. 

“Is that why you’ve both been so down today?” Inasa asked sincerely.

“Yes,” Todoroki replied, though his back was to them.

Sighing, Katsuki gestured to Inasa. “I can give you one last feeding, at least.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble,” Inasa hedged, idly fiddling with the hat in his hands. “There’s an omega in my class, I thought about asking her before I found out about you, actually.”

“Oh, so you don’t want any tonight?” Katsuki asked in a tone that he hoped didn’t sound hurt, moving to button his own shirt.

“I do!”

Inasa was on his knees in front of Katsuki in seconds, almost eye level with the blond. The alpha’s hat had been thrown in the excitement, landing haphazardly on Katsuki’s head. The thing was way too fucking big and sank over one side of his face, leaving him with only one eye to roll at Inasa’s eager smile. Katsuki grasped the back of the alpha’s fuzzy head and pulled him in. Immediately, massive hands gripped at his waist to hold him steady just as the forceful suction started up and took his breath away.

“Y’know,” he puffed, his brain already clouding over. “I won’t miss how fuckin’ vigourously you drink.”

The alpha pulled back, surprised. “You never said anything about it before. Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt, Baldy. I’m not a fuckin’ weakling,” he replied angrily, trying to force the alpha’s mouth back to his nipple.

“Has it always hurt when he drank?” Todoroki asked, turned towards them but still by the door.

“No! It’s just...intense, that’s all. The only time it hurt was when Endeavor-” he snapped his mouth shut.

“Endeavor hurt you?” Inasa thundered. “He fed from you?! You’re a minor!”

Katsuki snarled. “It’s fine.”

“It wasn’t fine, Bakugou,” Todoroki said and Katsuki could feel the wave of cold air from his spot on the bench. “He burned you.”

“Barely! And I fuckin’ told you not to talk about it, you Half and Half bastard,” Katsuki said venomously, twisting around to glare at Todoroki. “It was a one-time thing and it wasn’t a big deal. Deku’s bite was way fuckin’ worse!”

“Someone bit you?” Inasa roared. “Who?! I’ll kill ‘em!”

“Shut up,” he snarled, tugging at the alpha to try and get him to drink instead.

“It was one of our friends, and it was an accident,” Todoroki explained. “Unlike my father.”

“It should be illegal for a pro hero to do something like that,” Inasa raved. “Or a fellow student! At Shiketsu-”

“Well, it’s not!” he spat. “And I said I’m fine, so fuckin’ drop it!”

“Bakugou…” Inasa muttered.

“We don’t have a lot of fuckin’ time, asshole. Drink or let me go. I’m done talking about this bullshit.”

Inasa’s eyes roved over the omega’s face and after a few seconds, he ducked his head once more and started suckling again. This time, he drank slower but just as deeply. He maintained a death grip on Katsuki’s waist the entire time. The process only took a bit longer and still wiped out Katsuki’s energy, but at least his nipples weren’t buzzing with borderline pain when the alpha leaned back. And it was still fast enough to clear his mind of all the dark thoughts from their conversation and the looming program that would be starting soon.

Tired and head filled with relaxing endorphins, Katsuki rubbed a few more times at the alpha’s fuzzy head and held it close to his chest. Inasa was the largest and most intense alpha he fed, but also the one he had the smallest bond with. Not to say he didn’t like the alpha, but they weren’t around each other all the time like the others. And yet the alpha was still willing to kill for him. It made him feel powerful and special. And, fuck, he knew that he’d miss this. Which was stupid, because who would miss having the life sucked out of you through your tits in a locker room?

“We should go,” Todoroki said, approaching the bench.

“Thank you, Bakugou,” Inasa said sincerely, gazing up at him and adjusting the hat so he could look at both of Katsuki's eyes. “I know we don’t get to spend much time together, but I really appreciate what you’ve done for me. I hope the other alphas know how lucky they are.”

“Mm,” Katsuki hummed sleepily.

He released Inasa’s head and watched as the alpha stood up and grabbed his bag. Katsuki took the Shiketsu hat off his own head and sleepily reached up to put it on Inasa. The alpha ducked down, allowing the hat to be placed gently on his crown. Inasa left first like normal, though he looked back at the two of them for a moment before finally pushing out of the door. Todoroki buttoned up Katsuki’s top and helped him to stand.

“Were you being honest about it not hurting with Inasa?” Todoroki asked quietly, picking up both their bags. 

“Mm.”

“You should tell an alpha if it hurts. We’re not babies, we can be flexible and try different methods or slow down,” Todoroki reprimanded before adding, “Even my father isn’t usually that...aggressive.”

“Tch.”

Todoroki helped him out to Aizawa’s car. Their teacher never commented on Katsuki’s dazed, near-catonic state after their lessons. Soon, it wouldn’t even be an issue. That thought made him sad for some reason, but he was too tired to figure out why.

As he dozed on and off in the younger alpha’s lap, Katsuki overheard Aizawa and Todoroki talking about the program. Apparently the list of alphas and omegas had been finalized for both students and staff. Aizawa was among the handful of alpha staff members approved for the program, none of whom had mates or other regular sources of omega milk. Most of the alpha students had signed up to use the program, including the three class 1-A alphas. All told, the final numbers were over forty alphas and exactly seven omegas. 

“The numbers will be readjusted after the first week’s milk production numbers are analyzed,” Aizawa explained. “More alphas will be added if they can manage the capacity.”

“Bakugou makes a lot,” Todoroki noted, a warm hand pushing through spiky blond hair. “I hope the other omegas do too.”

“We’ll have to wait and see,” Aizawa sighed.

Katsuki didn’t realize the number of alphas would be that high. And it could grow even more if the milk yield was decent. Amounts would likely fluctuate week to week, but with healthy diets and seven omegas being pumped every morning, the amount should be quite high. If the other omegas had heavy supplies like him, they would be fine. 

He was worried about omegas dropping out of the program or there not being enough milk in general later down the line. For now, alphas would be fine if they had to switch back and forth between bottled and going home to their dams. Weeks or months from now? They might not want to deal with the hassle of going home and it could start up new aggression problems.

But mostly, he was worried that he’d miss the closeness he’d achieved with his alphas too much. That he’d give into the weakness of his inner omega and let everyone down. This program was bigger than him. Bigger than his alphas. It impacted the entire school and omegas who couldn’t defend themselves. He owed it to them, since they were suffering under the new dorm system. And at the end of the day, it should be good for him. He’d have time to focus on exercising and homework and his other friends more. He could free up his evenings to actually do shit instead of feeding alphas. Milking in the morning would be ideal. His inner omega would just have to get with the program. 

As silence reigned over the car once more, Katsuki finally gave in to the sleep clawing at his eyes and mind. 

Katsuki woke up to Aizawa gently placing him in bed, his room dimly lit by the last vestiges of a sunset coming through the sliding glass door. 

“Sensei,” he whispered.

“Go back to sleep,” his teacher replied, pulling the blanket over the omega and tucking it in lightly.

“Do you still think it’s a good idea?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Aizawa replied, not even asking for context. “It’s the most rational solution.”

“Mm.”

“And if you don’t like it, you can always stop at any time.”

“I’m not a damn quitter.”

Aizawa sighed and perched on the edge of Katsuki’s bed.

“Bakugou, it’s not about that. At the end of the day, we’re just trying to do right by our students. If the pressure or act of milking is too much for the omegas, we’ll scale things back. If the bottles don’t work for the alphas, we’ll figure out something else. Don’t get too worried about it.”

Katsuki let that sink in. He should’ve known that Aizawa would keep an eye out for him and make sure he was safe. Sensei was always looking out for him. He snuggled down into his bed a bit more. The endorphins were still heavy in his mind and he felt soft and safe, so he asked a question he never would have otherwise.

“Will you miss it?”

Sensei stood up and took a few steps towards the door. Katsuki could see the man’s shadowed face. The alpha’s mouth opened and closed twice before he finally responded.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Good night, Bakugou.”

“G’night, Sensei.”

The door opened and then closed softly. He heard Aizawa lock it from the outside, so Katsuki didn’t have to get up and do it himself. Turning onto his side, he closed his eyes again. 

It’ll be fine.

They’ll be fine. 

He’ll be fine.

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On Saturday morning it fully hit Katsuki that this was it. Starting Monday, he’d no longer need to feed his alphas anymore. Only...it didn’t feel like something he had to do anymore. He wanted to. Or, at least his inner omega wanted to. The instinctual drive in his very core made his nipples fucking pulse when one of his alphas was about to feed. 

Would he get that same craving for the milking machine eventually? He didn’t know. He’d done a little research on milking machines and omegas, but there wasn’t much to find. As far as he could tell, no one had tried to do something like what UA was planning - and certainly not on as large of a scale. Most labs and companies were more focused on trying to synthesize the aggression-reducing enzyme instead, which made sense. No one had been successful yet though, hence the booming job market for omega milk producers. No machines there either, since the milk had to be fresh to be effective. Even milk bars and wet nurses fed alphas straight from the omega’s chest, with no machine or nozzle in the way.

Sitting down at his desk in the classroom, Katsuki nibbled at the side of his thumb. Homeroom was the last time he’d see Aizawa until after the milking on Monday. This was his last chance to feed the alpha, to feel that familiar stubble rubbing at his sensitive skin. He knew his teacher worked the weekends as a hero. And despite Aizawa’s statements last night, the alpha looked a little more tired and run down than usual. Katsuki just wanted to give him a little boost. 

No, internally he knew what he was doing. What he really wanted. He wanted to say goodbye to this instinctual bond between them. Without regular feedings, he knew they’d drift apart again. All the alphas would. And that was...fine, ultimately. To be expected even. It’s not like he wanted them around anyway. He could become the number one hero all on his own.

And yet, he still wanted to end it on good terms. For them and for himself. 

Unbuttoning his shirt after the morning announcements, he gestured to his teacher. It wasn’t Aizawa’s normal day to feed, but the alpha didn’t even blink. Aizawa didn’t ask why or try to stop him. No, the alpha merely knelt down and started to gently suckle. For his part, Katsuki didn’t offer an explanation either. It just felt like something he should do. He combed through silken strands and held back his teacher’s hair like normal. If he didn’t, it would get caught on the man’s stubble or slip across Aizawa’s face and impede his drinking. Sometimes it tickled. All these little things that Katsuki knew about his alphas and their preferences and habits. Things he would soon no longer need to know. 

The alpha took his time and maintained a calm, steady rhythm throughout. Aizawa fed from both sides, but didn’t drain him dry. When the bell rang, the alpha pulled away and stood up. Katsuki redid his shirt and watched his teacher leave.

No one questioned why he fed Aizawa on a Saturday. His class so used to him feeding alphas now that it was hardly even worth noticing. The betas probably assumed it was some weird pheromone thing, if they thought about it at all. And in a way, it was. All the alphas were in poor spirits today. He could almost feel their melancholy as strongly as his own. 

And it was only the beginning.

After classes that day, he fed Iida in the common room. He shooed Uraraka and Asui off the couch and they went willingly after seeing the look on Iida’s face. Iida was clearly upset and it was driving Katsuki’s omega wild. Of all his alphas aside from Aizawa, Iida was always the most calm and collected. And Iida was still defending the new milk program around campus too, even in hallways and the lunchroom to random alphas from other classes. To show his appreciation without actually having to say anything, Katsuki wanted to comfort the alpha. Mostly though, he wanted to comfort himself and reduce the negative pheromones swirling through the air. They made his fucking tits hurt with the desire to feed.

Once they finally settled down on the sofa, the alpha drank a little harder than normal. Katsuki ran his hands through soft navy hair then down to rub his fingertips against the alpha’s fuzzy undercut. He was content to let the taller boy drink at his own pace until Iida started suckling too fast, milk spilling out and bubbling up around the seal of his lips. That hadn’t happened since the first time Iida had fed, all those weeks ago when he’d yelled at Kaminari and made the common room reek of ozone.

“Hey,” he said gently. “Slow down. Easy, easy.”

Iida made a little noise of displeasure in his throat, but he slowed down. At the same time, the alpha’s hands grabbed even tighter at Katsuki’s waist. Like he was trying to keep the omega from leaving. 

Because they both knew it was coming. 

Fully drained, Katsuki sighed as Iida cleaned him up a bit with a handkerchief. He gave the alpha his glasses back and then ate the dinner Iida brought him, noting it was full of the milk-boosting ingredients from the program packet. Classic Iida, helping in his own way and doing his best to support UA and his fellow students, even if it wasn’t what he personally wanted. Katsuki ate everything and even let Iida help him up to his room after he fell asleep during yet another movie night. 

As he locked the door behind Iida and flopped onto his bed, he realized that he’d miss this stuff too. All the little things the alphas did for him would surely fade away once they stopped drinking from him. No more falling asleep on Iida’s shoulder or Todoroki’s lap. No more hand-delivered meals or extra snacks and portions. No more Aizawa carrying him to bed or going easy on him for his outbursts in class. No more Inasa using his wind to help cool Katsuki down mid-lesson. No more watching TV shows in Deku’s room, side-by-side on the bed like they used to do when they were kids. 

But it was fine, because the school needed him. Over forty alphas needed his milk, not just his little pack. And the omegas needed him too, to shoulder his portion of the load. He couldn’t let them suffer. He thought about the girl with the black eye all the damn time and felt so fucking guilty. He was the hero student. He was the reason they were all stuck in the dorms in the first place. He was the only omega who should have bumps and bruises at UA. From lessons, not shitty alphas. 

So yeah, Nezu’s program would work.

It had to.  

On Sunday morning, Katsuki woke up way too early. Anxious and feeling laden down with milk, he was on his way to the shower to express some when he found himself pressing the fifth floor button instead of the ground floor one. 

His feet led him to Todoroki’s room. Knocking a bit too loudly for 6am on a Sunday, he was surprised to see how bad the alpha’s bedhead was once the door finally opened. He’d seen Todoroki sleep before - the guy was like a statue. Had the alpha been tossing and turning all night or something? Was he sick?

“Bakugou?” said Todoroki sleepily. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said, pushing his way into the room and then closing the door.

The alpha was practically asleep on his feet, so Katsuki guided him back to the futon and then laid down beside him. 

“You want some?” he asked, pulling up his t-shirt.

Todoroki didn’t even respond or open his eyes, he just rushed forward and started rubbing his face against the omega’s chest like an infant. Katsuki guided him to a nipple and helped him get a good latch. Groaning in relief as the milk started to flow, he hugged the alpha’s head to his pec and combed through messy dual-colored hair. Katsuki’s own hair was coarse and spiky, he much preferred the hair of his alphas. Long, silky straight, buzzed short, thick and curly. He’d miss petting them. The tactile feeling was grounding as his brain started filling with endorphins.

They stayed like that for a long time, with Todoroki suckling so slowly and gently that he almost seemed to stop at times. It was like the alpha was falling asleep between mouthfuls. Maybe he was, Katsuki thought as he looked down at Todoroki’s closed eyes and soft expression. Katsuki wanted to fall asleep too, but he was also determined not to waste the entire day. He was supposed to spar with Deku later and wanted to get in a workout and some studying before then.

Once his chest was finally drained enough to make him feel lighter, he carefully used his fingers to pry Todoroki off his pec. The alpha whined and hugged him closer, but Katsuki shushed him and eventually Todoroki settled down again. He kept stroking the alpha’s head and repositioning them until the other teen fell asleep. 

Katsuki carefully extracted himself from the futon and then left the room. Feeling refreshed and a bit floaty from the endorphins, he decided to go for a quick run around campus. After that, he could eat breakfast and then work on homework or watch his friends goof off and play video games until evening.

After dinner, Katsuki and Deku walked to Ground Beta. They had a few hours before curfew began, so they did some stretches and sparred for quite a long time. Even before the whole milking thing began, they had still sparred regularly since their shared house arrest - always eager to see how the other was improving.

Pinning Deku for the third time in a row, Katsuki smirked and leered down at the alpha. It’d been all day since he’d fed Todoroki and he was so full that he was leaking into his shirt, but it didn’t matter. Tugging down the neckline of his tank top, he shoved his pec against Deku’s mouth.

“I won,” he crowed. “Now drink up, Deku. I’m about to fuckin’ burst.”

Katsuki’s inner omega really, really liked to feed Deku it seemed. His tits would throb and the milk would drip out freely whenever the alpha was around and it was close to feeding time. It fucking pissed him off, so of course he had to be obstinate. In Deku’s room, he’d make the nerd wait for it. Always insisting they studied first. And while sparring, he’d wait until they were both tired and almost done. Then, sweaty and grimy, he’d pin Deku to the ground and force his nipple into the alpha’s mouth. They both knew the alpha wanted it, but it soothed Katsuki’s superiority complex to be the one to make it seem like Deku was doing him a favor instead of the other way around. 

For his part, Deku scrunched up his face and tried to act like he didn’t want to drink, shaking his head back and forth. Of course, that really only served to motorboat the omega. Sometimes Deku squeezed them instead, or tried to push him off and keep fighting. The feral idiot just loved to fucking spar and practice his moves. 

“Drink,” he snarled, grabbing at curly hair and forcing the alpha’s head up. “Open your fuckin’ mouth.”

Finally, Deku gave in and started suckling eagerly. He sighed, eyes fluttering a bit as the milk practically gushed into the alpha’s mouth. They could never make things easy between them. It was always a fight. It wasn’t that they weren’t being honest with each other either - they were always honest. Hell, he’d cried and showed more weakness to Deku than he had his own damn parents. The two of them just had a long, complicated history to contend with. They had baggage that Katsuki didn’t have with any of his other alphas. For some reason, he just couldn’t let it be easy with Deku.

It probably didn’t help that Deku was the most excitable and clumsiest alpha he fed. The nerd’s mouth was so used to fast-paced talking that his tongue continued to move and flick at Katsuki’s nipple as he fed. Sometimes the alpha even started to mumble around the flowing milk in his mouth, though Katsuki could never tell what he was saying. Deku was also the most possessive, one arm wrapped around Katsuki’s waist like an iron bar and a scarred, knobby hand always gripping firmly at the open pec as he desperately suckled on the other one. 

Tonight, the alpha was extra fidgety. Deku’s hips were moving slightly, lifting Katsuki a bit. Not trying to buck him off or break the pin, but just moving around and insistently pressing against Katsuki again and again.

“Stop fuckin’ squirmin’,” he chastised. “Be a good alpha and just drink, ya damn Deku.”

Deku whined, letting go of Katsuki’s nipple but still licking at it. “S-Sorry, Kacchan! There’s um, a...rock digging into me, can we move?”

Sighing as if unfairly burdened, Katsuki climbed off Deku’s prone body and moved to the bench nearby. Ground Beta was just a facade of a city, with empty buildings and dead-end streets, but it still had sidewalks, bus stops, and other features to make street battle exercises more realistic. 

Deku joined him on the bench, laying across one side of it and Katsuki’s lap in the process. The alpha started drinking again right away. Katsuki patted at curly green hair, keeping the messy locks out of Deku’s face as he drank. The alpha was less fidgety now, though his hips were still moving slightly. In fact, one of Deku’s hands was clasped tightly between his own lap and back of the bench. Without the leverage of a firm grip from two hands, Deku was being a bit messier than normal - some drops of milk escaping his constantly moving mouth. Katsuki wasn’t bothered by it. In this new position, the alpha had finally hit a good rhythm, taking deep pulls and flooding the omega with more feel-good hormones than usual. Katsuki tried to convince himself that he didn’t miss both of the alpha’s hands on him.

The alpha’s face was red when he finally pulled back. Deku stood up quickly, dusting himself off. The breeze on Katsuki’s bare chest felt colder than usual, for some reason. He rolled back down his own shirt, grimacing when he felt how damp it still was from his milk and sweat.

“Th-Thank you, Kacchan!” Deku sputtered, turning around and rushing off towards the fake city’s entrance. 

Confused, Katsuki stood up and followed the alpha, albeit at a much slower pace. What was that about? Usually after a feeding, Deku was excited and mumbly. Sometimes the alpha even scribbled stuff in one of his notebooks, though he never let Katsuki see what he was writing. Probably creepy nerd shit about heroes or milk or omegas or whatever it was Deku thought about while drinking. The alpha usually stayed nearby too. Not quite snuggling, but definitely still within arm’s reach. But now, the nerd was practically out of sight. Katsuki wasn’t sure why he felt so...abandoned. He got what he wanted - a good spar and his tits drained. So what if Deku was acting weird and ran off all of a sudden? Who cared about shit like that? Not him.

Honestly, he should get used to this. Without regular feedings, all his alphas would be back to avoiding him and running away the second they were done with class or whatever. It was fine. He had his future and homework and other friends and shit to focus on. Who needed some stupid alphas hanging around anyway?

The dorm bathroom was empty except for the two of them, though Deku was already in the shower by the time Katsuki arrived. As he was washing himself, Katsuki heard some odd noises coming from the boy a few stalls down. Maybe the rock in his back had actually injured him or something. By the time the noises turned into frantic mumbling, Katsuki’s head was clear enough of the endorphins to dry off and leave. It wasn’t really his problem. And the alpha didn’t smell hurt or distressed, just...embarrassed? Something else too, but he couldn’t place it.

Just Deku being Deku he thought to himself as he made his way up to his room.

Once changed into pajamas and snug in his bed, Katsuki struggled to fall asleep. He’d purposely pushed back Deku’s feeding until later so he’d be tired and dazed enough to sleep, but apparently his apprehension about tomorrow was too fucking strong. 

Which was stupid. He was Katsuki fucking Bakugou. He wasn’t nervous about some stupid milking machine. Or being in a room with all-female omegas who probably made way more and way better milk than he did. Wait. Fuck. No! He was going to be the number one hero, he didn’t care about that shit. Who cared if they actually had tits instead of his muscle-bound pecs? Who cared if he produced the least amount or tasted the worst? He was just doing his duty. That was all. He was just following the rules. He’d be a good omega and student and do his part in the program and be done with it. 

Except he’d broken the rules already, he realized. By feeding all his alphas over the last two days off-schedule, his own milk supply would be lower tomorrow. Fuck.

Would people know? 

He shoved down his blanket and rucked up his shirt to look at his nipples. They were a little red from the recent feeding session, nothing out of the norm. But the other omegas would know, if they’d ever fed someone directly themselves. There was no way they wouldn’t know. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sure, he was a male and they might just assume he made less than the female omegas, but that was almost as bad as them knowing the truth about where his milk supply had gone. It was his damn fault they were all in this mess, and now he’d be making only a bottle or two while they had to feed everyone else?! He’d be fucking pissed if he were them. And while he wasn’t scared of them or whatever, he was scared of Nezu. That rat could expel him anytime. Or give him detention or take him out of the hero course. Just because he didn’t make enough milk. Or because he did make enough milk, but he misused it. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Distantly, he knew that his thoughts weren’t helping. That he was just working himself up and making it worse, but his mind just wouldn’t stop. He kept trying to roll over and sleep, but he’d just open his eyes and curse as some new revelation came about. Another gotcha that he could possibly be walking in on tomorrow. Another way he’d be letting people down. Again. Another way he’d fucked up. His brain was like a damn prison and he couldn’t get out. 

And as he laid there, something that was instinctual and normal and positive slowly twisted in his mind to become something wrong and bad. While he gave off the air of someone who didn’t give a fuck, Katsuki actually took rules and expectations seriously. After a lifetime of being told how strong and wonderful he was, he hated letting people down. For some reason, when he fucked up it seemed to impact a lot of people. Deku could have died from the sludge villain. All Might and Ragdoll had lost their powers because he let himself get kidnapped. If he fucked up this program, the alphas could go crazy and attack omegas or other people. The school could close down. He didn’t want anything to get in his way of being a hero. He couldn’t afford to get thrown off track now - not over something as stupid as milk or his needy fucking alphas. He could follow the rules. He could be good.

And yet, they had told him not to give out his milk unless it was an emergency and what did he do? He’d fed practically every damn alpha he knew. At the time, it had felt like the right thing to do. He wanted to do it. The alphas wanted to do it. But that didn’t make it right. And now the omegas would call him out on it tomorrow. They’d all know. Currently, only 1-A knew about him feeding four alphas. And Todoroki, Iida, and possibly Aizawa knew about Inasa. Nezu didn’t know, unless Aizawa had told him. His parents didn’t know. He’d only told his dad about one alpha. There was a rumor going around school about him feeding alphas, likely from a loose-lipped member of 1-A, but it was just that - a rumor. 

But tomorrow the other omegas would know and they’d tell everyone. That he broke the rules. That he fed too many alphas. That he couldn’t control himself or his inner omega’s urge to feed. And if he couldn’t do that, how was he supposed to become the number one hero? Would they kick him out of the program? Out of UA?

Sleep eluded him for a long time that night, his mind constantly coming up with new reasons why Nezu, Power Loader, an omega, or some support student would call him out in the morning. 

And how he’d deserve it for being so stupid and short-sighted. 

Chapter Text

On Monday morning, Katsuki woke up to the blaring of his phone’s alarm. Rolling over with a groan, he turned it off and slowly sat up. Thanks to his daily runs, Katsuki didn’t actually have to wake up any earlier due to the milking program. He’d just cut his run short by about fifteen minutes so he could shower and make it to the milking room in time.

Despite his concerns from the night prior, his chest felt uncomfortably full. Normally he’d express some down the drain, but he was supposed to save it, so he put on one of the compression bands his father had made for him. They were technically bandeau bras, but no one needed to know that. He was a man, so he was going to call them compression bands. 

Regardless of their name, the hope was that they’d stop his over-plumped pecs from bouncing too much and would absorb any dripping milk. It wasn’t actually his first time wearing one, he’d been using them while wearing his hero costume lately. It helped soak up any leaks since the tank top on his costume was thin and he was constantly contorting his body mid-air and didn’t want to worry about having an...accident. 

The morning air was crisp and cool on his face as he jogged around campus. Since he slept like shit last night, he decided not to push it too much. He just wanted to get his heart rate up and his muscles working for the day. He passed a few fellow students who were out and about, mostly other joggers or people rushing to the library to cram for a test. And then there was the one student who passed him time and time again, always calling out in advance to avoid collisions or scaring anyone.

Iida blasted by again, lapping Katsuki for the fifth time. He used to get mad about it, but now he knew that the alpha liked to run ten miles a day with his engines and ten miles without. Katsuki couldn’t blame Iida for training and since the alpha’s quirk was leg-based, it only made sense that he outran the omega. Katsuki was sure that if he used his quirk too, he’d be able to beat the alpha in a race. But he wasn’t allowed to use his explosions out of hero lessons anymore. Too many infractions and early wake-up calls for the entire campus before Aizawa had told him to save it for class.

Returning to the dorm, Katsuki took a quick shower and changed into his uniform. He packed a clean compression band into his backpack for hero lessons later and made his way to the milking room. He hoped they were serious about serving the omegas breakfast, because he was starving. Working out on an empty stomach always made him a bit light-headed, but he wanted to give himself plenty of time this morning.

Katsuki walked into the milking room at 7:22am. Midnight was there, along with several third year female support students. The reason only women were present was made obvious immediately, since two omegas were already seated and their breasts were on full display as they got hooked up to the machine. No one seemed to care that he could see them. He was male, but that fact was apparently trumped by him being an omega. He was also gay and not interested, but they didn’t know that. 

He was led to one of the chairs and sat down. Unbuttoning his shirt, he made himself as comfortable as possible while looking down the barrels of two nozzles. Thankfully, his nipples looked totally normal. And his pecs were nice and rounded, clearly full of milk. Maybe no one would be able to tell after all.

A rhythmic sound filled the room and Katsuki turned to see that one of the other omegas had already started pumping. The machine wasn’t overly loud, but it was only one of seven. He dug out his phone and earbuds and pulled up his workout playlist, figuring that something loud and energetic would block out some of the noise. 

Soon a support student with braided hair and no discernable quirk came over with a bottle of water and tray of food for him. He looked at the tray and found a fairly standard Japanese breakfast of soup, rice, a rolled omelette, and grilled fish. There was also a half a bagel with sliced avocado on top and a sizable bowl of oatmeal with berries. He popped in his earbuds to stop anyone from trying to talk to him and then eagerly started eating.

Halfway through his breakfast, the girl returned and wiped down his chest with a cleansing cloth and started hooking him up to the machine. A nozzle was attached to each nipple and the suction started right away. It was gentle at first, but after a good seal was formed, the machine kicked up and started a steady rhythm that sucked the milk out of him in short, powerful bursts. 

It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. It felt good to release the pressure, but that was about it. And even as the milk continued to flow, his head stayed clear. No hormones. No endorphins. No warm mouth. No soft hair. Just pumping. He watched the liquid slowly filling up in the bottle, but decided that he probably shouldn’t pay too much attention. If he did, he’d start counting the bottles and stressing over how many he filled compared to the other omegas. Instead, he turned back to his breakfast. 

The girl with the black eye sat next to him and he nodded when she shyly waved at him. He wasn’t here to make fucking friends, but he decided not to snap at her either. It was too early for that. At least her black eye looked better, faded to a patchy greenish yellow. She was clearly a tough one, since she hadn’t gone to Recovery Girl to get it fixed like most non-hero students would have.  

By the time he was finished eating, all the other omegas had arrived and were pumping. The room was much louder now, thanks to the machines and the scattered conversations going on. All and all, it felt like an odd mixture of sterile and casual. The feeling on his nipples was harsh and unpleasant by now, the powerful rhythm matched by a whirring machine. And his chest was starting to hurt from the constant thudding against his pecs. And yet, the room itself was comfortable and everyone's pheromones were calm. The food was good and no one seemed to be upset or scared.

He’d seen the room before, so he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Maybe for more people to be upset or cause a scene or something. Though, that always seemed to be his job, at least lately. He felt bad that all these other omegas had to give up their mornings to get hooked up to a machine because his actions had taken them all from their families and forced them into dorms. That his actions had caused the alphas to go crazy and start attacking people or propositioning them. This whole program was his fault, just like everything else. At least he was part of the solution this time, and not just lumped in with all the other students like it wasn’t his damn fault.

Still, the program was working. Bottles were going out at a steady rate, more than he’d expected to be honest. The omegas were eating and everyone seemed fine. Some were chatting. Some were playing on their phones, wearing earbuds or headphones like him. Fucking Nezu and the support students had done it. They’d had a difficult problem to solve, with so many needy alphas around and such a seeming deficit of milk. Except, there wasn’t a deficit. The milk just wasn’t being used to its full potential. It was illegal to sell underaged omega milk, but not illegal to give it freely. And sure, other solutions were probably available, but this one was clearly working just fine. He was a little surprised, actually, at how well it was going. So far, anyway.

Eventually, he pulled out his phone to distract himself from counting bottles or comparing his milk production to the other omegas. He also didn't want to think about the alphas lined up on the other side of the access panel. It opened every time a new bottle was ready, someone’s hand quickly reaching in before it closed again. He couldn’t hear anything over the noise of the machines in here, but he was assuming that the alphas outside were handling it fine. No one had burst in or tried to pry off the delivery panel, anyway. Whatever staff members they’d positioned out there must be doing their jobs.

After twenty five minutes or so, one of his pumps ran dry. The suction was painful now that nothing was coming out and he hissed, making a move to take off the nozzle himself. Braid was there in an instant, carefully removing it and then waiting for the other side to run dry a few moments later. She wiped him down again and then removed the nozzles from the hoses for cleaning.

Looking down at his pecs, Katsuki saw that he had bright red rings around his areolas and engorged nipples. How the fuck was he supposed to hide those under a white button-down shirt? They hurt too, though he’d tried to hide that fact when she wiped him down.

“Here,” said Braid, placing a circular bandage over each nipple. “This should help reduce sensitivity.”

He wanted to tell her to fuck off, but it honestly did help. And the bandages were beige, so they blended fairly well with his skin color. 

“Feel free to leave them on as long as you want during the day,” she said, buttoning his shirt back up. “Just make sure you take them off and let your chest breathe overnight.”

“Tch. Am I done?” he asked, feeling drained of both milk and give-a-fucks this morning. 

“Yes! Thank you so much! We were able to feed all the alphas in our ‘Immediate Need’ category today!” she chirped happily.

He supposed that was a good thing. At least this stupid process had a purpose. Maybe now the alpha aggression issues would stop. If he was never approached while in the library or lunchroom again, it would be too fucking soon. 

He was the fourth omega to leave the milking room and he had to sign out on a little sheet with his name and the time. Midnight smiled at him, but he just shoved the door open and made his way to class.

Walking past the hallway next to the milking room, Katsuki saw two alphas in line and several more loitering around with partially empty bottles in their hands. A female support student was handing out the milk while Snipe stood by and kept watch. Katsuki walked faster, not wanting anyone to try and start shit with him. He’d slept like crap and knew that if anyone tried to annoy him, he’d explode faces first and ask questions later.

As he stalked down the hallways, he decided that the entire process had been weird and borderline unnatural. He felt more like a cow than a person. At least they got to sit down and didn’t have to stand in a pen or something. The milk being gone was a relief, but he had received none of the usual endorphins or positive sensations. He felt grumpy and a bit...hollow. It was even worse than when he expressed by hand, since he’d never fully milked himself dry like that in one go. Usually he emptied just enough to be functional, even before he fed alphas regularly. 

His chest was sore too. His nipples were throbbing and over-sensitive, and the skin around his areolas felt like he’d been punched. He could handle it, obviously, but it wasn’t pleasant. He worried about the other omegas. Most of them probably weren’t used to having various bumps and bruises all the time. Plus, they all had actual breasts, which he assumed were more sensitive and prone to bruising. Surely it had probably hurt them even more, though no one had complained about anything. They all got their bandages and left. Of course, most omegas were raised to be quiet and not complain or cause trouble, so it was hard to tell. 

And it wasn’t like he was lacking in the chest department himself. Thanks to feeding people so often, his tits were huge at this point too. His stupid dress shirt was too tight these days, the buttons over his chest threatening to pop any second. Even freshly and thoroughly drained of milk, he could feel the fabric stretching to the max. He wouldn’t be able to fasten the top button even if he wanted to. They boys’ uniforms simply weren’t designed for...assets like his. At least his blazer hid most of the tightness issue, and the bandages. 

Katsuki arrived to class with a few minutes to spare. Iida was standing by the door welcoming their classmates and making sure that everyone was on their best behavior both inside the classroom and out in the hallway. The annoying alpha really did make a decent, if slightly overbearing, Class Rep.

“Bakugou, good morning! How did everything go?” Iida asked loudly the second he spotted the omega.

“Fine.”

Todoroki’s head popped out from the door, but Katsuki just shoved the alpha away as he walked inside and then over to his seat. Slouching down, he dropped his bag and crossed his arms over his chest to make sure that his nipples were hidden. The slight pressure against them felt good and reduced the throbbing a bit.

“Kacchan, how was the-” Deku asked brightly, leaning forward a bit.

“Shut up, Deku.”

“S-Sorry!” 

Kirishima and Kaminari walked in. The redhead smiled at Katsuki and opened his mouth, but Katsuki merely narrowed his eyes and both idiots ducked their heads and didn’t say a peep. At least he had some of his classmates whipped. He knew they’d ask about it at lunch or during a break, and he’d deal with it then. Right now, he was angry and feeling a little on edge.

Aizawa came in a few minutes late and stood behind his desk at the front tiredly. Iida went to sit down and everyone turned their eyes to the teacher as he zipped himself into his atrocious yellow sleeping bag.

“The Omega Milk Program seems to be a success so far,” Aizawa announced. “All of the high-priority alphas were able to drink today, so we should see improvements across the board in terms of pheromones, aggression, and other bad alpha behavior.”

“What made them a high priority?” Uraraka asked curiously.

“Alphas were arranged in categories, with the most urgent cases being those without steady access to omega milk and those with overt behavioral issues,” Aizawa answered before yawning.

“Bakugou, what was it like in there, man?” Kaminari asked, turning to the omega. “Were you guys-”

“Kaminari, enough,” Aizawa snapped. “The program is for alphas and omegas, and information has been shared on a need-to-know basis. And you, Kaminari, don’t need to know. So don’t bother Bakugou or the other omegas about it. Or the alphas for that matter.”

The blond beta grumbled, but didn’t argue. Katsuki rolled his eyes, hardly believing that the idiot was stupid enough to ask something like that in the middle of class. Tactless asshole.

“Prepare your things for next period. I’m taking a nap, so be quiet about it,” Aizawa said, laying down behind his desk and zipping up his sleeping bag the rest of the way.

As people started pulling things out, Katsuki realized with a pang that Aizawa wouldn’t be coming to his desk. It was Monday morning - their usual time to feed. Only he was out of milk. And Aizawa would have to wait for a bottle later in the week just like all the other alphas.

This was their new normal. 

His new normal.

When the bell rang, a few people shuffled out of the room to talk to friends or go to the bathroom. Mineta hopped up and walked over to stand by Kaminari’s desk. Katsuki couldn’t quite hear what they were whispering about, but it was clearly something perverted based on their hand gestures.

“I know, I know!” Mineta suddenly cried out in delight. “What I wouldn’t give to sneak inside that room and see all those omega boobs!”

“They’d probably confuse you for a baby and give you some milk,” Kaminari joked.

“I wouldn’t mind - I bet it’s delicious!” the pipsqueak replied, laughing deviously. 

“Bakugou’s is very good,” Todoroki said flatly and Katsuki’s head whipped around so fast he heard something in his neck pop.

Before he could even speak up though, Iida was shouting from the doorway, “Todoroki! That’s very inappropriate! And Mineta - you should have more respect for our fellow UA students!”

Mineta ignored Iida and turned to leer at Katsuki as he loudly called over, “Hey Bakugou, you’ve got bigger tits than half the girls at this school. Can I have some of your milk too?”

“DIE YOU MOTHERFUCK-” he screamed, launching out of his chair even as he felt his explosions die out and a familiar capture weapon wrap around him.

“Bakugou, sit down,” Aizawa said, suddenly standing up with glowing eyes. “Mineta, if I hear about anyone trying to interfere with the omegas or the milking program, they will be expelled.”

“It’s not interfering to ask Bakugou if I can-” Mineta started, but Kaminari clapped a hand over the other boy’s mouth.

“Bro, don’t! Bakugou will get mad,” Kaminari whispered. 

“He’s always mad,” Mineta huffed, struggling free from Kaminari’s hand.

“Omegas in the program aren’t allowed to feed anyone outside of milking hours,” Aizawa informed them.

Everyone turned to look at Katsuki, who was struggling within the capture weapon and trying to scream, but he couldn’t due to the several straps wrapped over his mouth. This was bullshit! Why was he the one being punished when it was Mineta trying to start shit? Why was it always him getting wrapped up and held against his will and never the actual fucking perpertrators?

Aizawa approached Katsuki’s desk and started unwrapping the fabric slowly. The teacher gestured for everyone to return to their desks, but Katsuki could still feel eyes on him. The capture weapon was digging into his jaw and his fucking nipples and it hurt. But that’s not what people would see, oh no. They just saw the rabid omega of Class 1-A, at it again with his bullshit.

“Bakugou, you need to calm down,” Aizawa said quietly, loosening the fabric and releasing the omega. “People are going to keep asking about the program. You can’t go flying off the handle every time.”

“Mineta’s a gross fucking bastard,” Katsuki grumbled. 

“That doesn’t mean you can blow him up,” his teacher chided. “Just let it go.”

Katsuki begged to disagree. By the time the capture weapon was off though, he just wanted to hunch over and try to hide the pain he was feeling in his chest. The cloth had felt like a fucking vice around his pecs and everything was throbbing now, worse than before. One of his shirt buttons had popped open and Aizawa fastened it for him. 

Aizawa patted his shoulder and then left the room as Present Mic walked in. Deku came in right after and the second the nerd was at his desk, he was leaning forward again, trying to ask if Katsuki was okay, but the omega just growled at him and told him to shut up. Fuck, he’d kill for some mind-numbing endorphins right about now.

At least he was able to focus more easily in class without the post-feeding hormones. Pain was easier for him to ignore. Sure, his chest hurt, but he was used to physical discomfort from hero lessons. Recovery Girl usually only healed the worst wounds and let bruises and minor cuts slide for hero students. So whatever, this was nothing. He wasn’t going to miss class or ask for a healing kiss because of enlarged nipples and some red rings. Other people needed her services way more than him. And he wouldn’t attack Mineta in a dark hallway or something either. He’d let it go, just like Aizawa had said.

Pain, personal sacrifice, having to be the better person. It was bullshit, but it was all part of being a hero.

After dinner, he hung out in Sero’s room for a game night with his friends. He posted up in the hammock like usual, texting his dad about the milk program. Parents had been notified and had to sign off too, of course, but Masaru had left the final decision up to his son. Mitsuki was against it, but she didn’t fully understand the biological drive omegas felt towards milking. It was something they wanted to do. From the moment he smelled ozone and fed Aizawa for the first time, Katsuki knew it was something he’d never want to stop doing. 

Too bad it was a machine sucking on his tits now instead of an alpha. He was missing all the happy-crappy brain chemicals, especially now.

He gave his dad the barest level of detail and insisted he was fine. Masaru admitted he’d used a small pump when Katsuki was a baby, to help keep him fed while also giving milk to Mitsuki when she needed it. Apparently, his dad didn't like the pump much. It was too impersonal.

Katsuki agreed, but since it was only the first day, he just doubled-down on saying he was fine.

“So,” Kirishima said after they’d all be chilling for forty minutes or so. “We gonna talk about the milking program or not?”

“It was fine,” Katsuki replied, putting down his phone. 

“Seems kinda...clinical to me,” Ashido said thoughtfully before stuffing chips into her mouth. “Like, if I had to breastfeed a baby I’d want to feed the baby - not a machine!”

“Alphas aren’t babies,” Katsuki pointed out.

“I know, but like, it’s so impersonal,” she explained.

“Tch.”

“Bakugou probably loves it,” Sero joked. “No more alphas bothering him all the time.”

“Damn straight.”

The jokes went on a bit longer, but to their credit his friends didn’t push him for information or force him to talk about it. He said it was fine and they believed him. Just like Iida and Aizawa did. Just like his dad did. And it was true.

He was fine.

Once back in his room for the night, he took off his shirt and looked down at his chest. He’d changed into comfier clothes hours ago before dinner, but he’d left the bandages on since it was still t-shirt weather. He didn’t want anyone noticing how his nipples poked out. His friends had been more polite than he’d expected, but only because there was no physical evidence available. If they knew about his fucking puffed-up nipples, he’d never hear the end of it.

Standing in front of the little mirror in his attached toilet room, he started to peel off one of the bandages. It wasn’t super sticky, but it still tugged unpleasantly on his hyper-sensitive skin. Taking in a deep breath, he ripped off the bandage on the exhale. 

“Fuck!” 

Squeezing his eyes shut, he did the same process for the other side. It hurt like a fucking bitch, but at least it was over. He balled up the bandages and threw them in the trash.

Turning back to the mirror, he paused. The bandages had left behind bright red marks on his pale skin, but behind those were faint purple bruises circling his areolas. And his nipples were still red and a bit too big, though nothing like before. 

It hurt, but it wasn’t the end of the world. He wasn’t going to quit because of a little bruising and discomfort. If the other omegas could handle it, then so could he. And the program was helping the shitty alphas, meaning they wouldn’t bother the omegas anymore. He just had to remember why the program was in place. Of course it was going to have downsides, he wasn’t stupid. It would just take some readjusting, that was all. He’d be fine. 

Still, he’d expected the process to be pain-free or close to it. The support class omega had said it was fine and she had no issues. She’d designed the damn nozzles, so why did they hurt?! He thought about telling someone about it, but he wasn’t a little bitch. 

He got bruised and beat up every single day during hero lessons. Just using his own quirk hurt sometimes, putting a ton of pressure and torque on his shoulders and rattling the bones in his arms and wrists. This was nothing compared to that. His tits were just more sensitive than the rest of him, that’s all. He wasn’t about to let his fucking nipples become his Achilles’ heel. They’d toughen up over the coming weeks and he’d get used to it.

Right?

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A few days went by, but the milking process never really got better. His chest didn’t get used to the rough treatment, and he had accumulated deep bruises from the repeated motion of the pump. His nipples stayed enlarged and sore for hours afterward, forcing him to use the bandages daily. 

He took to hooking himself up to and detaching himself from the machine so no one would see. None of the other omegas had any issues from what he could tell, and he refused to be the weak one and complain. Not when it was his damn fault in the first place, they’d think he was just trying to weasel out of it. So he hid the bruises and did everything himself, relying on the beta support students to provide him with breakfast and nothing else.

Signing out of the milking room that morning, he started walking towards the classroom when Iida appeared at his side. The alpha seemed in a better mood, so Katsuki assumed he’d just been in the milk line.

“Good morning, Bakugou! How are you doing today?” Iida asked brightly.

“Fine. You drink?”

“Yes, I did! It was still warm, believe it or not!”

“Was it enough?” Katsuki asked curiously, since Iida was the first of his alphas to use the program now that all the delinquents and so-called ‘urgent’ cases had been through. 

“It was enough to take away the worst of the aggression,” Iida said, more quietly now. “But I still feel a little on edge. I’m sure it’ll just take some getting used to, though!”

Classic Iida. Always optimistic when it came to anything having to do with UA and its classes or programs. It was nice to hear something positive about the program from an alpha, though. All Katsuki had heard so far was grumbling complaints around the hallways and lunchroom that the bottles weren’t enough. 

Instead of using milk bottles, maybe the support team should make baby bottles for all the fucking whining alphas around here.

The next day, he walked back from the milking room with Aizawa. 

“Bakugou, how’s the process going for you?”

“Fine. You drink today?” 

“Yes. It wasn’t yours, though,” Aizawa replied casually. “It’s not like a milk bar where you pick who you feed from. They’re doing a lot to protect the omegas’ anonymity.”

“Wait. How can you tell it wasn’t mine?” he asked, eyebrows scrunched.

“Everyone tastes a little different,” Aizawa returned with a shrug. “Yours is particularly sweet and rich.”

“Fuckin’...shut up,” he said with a grimace, not even knowing what ‘rich’ meant in this context.

“Don’t make me give you detention.”

“I’m just sayin’, milk is milk.”

“Let’s agree to disagree. How would you know, anyway?”

He wouldn’t. He’d only ever had one omega’s milk - his father’s - and that when he was a baby. He didn’t remember what it tasted like. And the thought of drinking another omega’s milk now that he was grown up was beyond disgusting. He would help another omega express some by hand in an emergency, but that was about it. 

Still, the thought that his milk was somehow better made Katsuki’s inner omega purr with delight. The rest of him cringed. Then he remembered that Endeavor had praised his...flavor too. And Todoroki. Great. Of all the things to finally be the best at. 

Fucking milk.

On Saturday, Katsuki walked along with Deku and Todoroki, who seemed down. Of all his alphas, Todoroki was the most blatant with his dislike of the program. Everyone else was at least trying to be polite. They understood that Katsuki had it worse.

“I don’t like the bottle method,” Todoroki bemoaned. “And it didn’t taste the same as Bakugou.”

“I got someone else’s too,” Deku said sadly, though his face quickly turned red and he started waving his arms around. “It’s fine though! It tasted g-good and, um, and I really appreciate what Kacchan and the other omegas are doing for us! I’m sure it’s not easy and-”

“Shut up,” Katsuki snapped.

No, it wasn’t easy. It sucked. At least the alphas got to drink the milk and get their stupid hormones and aggression-reducing enzymes. The omegas didn’t get shit. Just bruises and loud machinery whirring in their ears every fucking morning. They sacrificed hours each week now, whereas alphas spent maybe ten minutes one morning in line. But Katsuki didn’t want Deku, or any alpha for that matter, to look down on him and the other omegas. They were just doing what the school needed them to do. 

Fuck, why was he so pissed this morning? Usually even Deku couldn’t tick him off this fast with some flippant, mumbled remark. Only, maybe it wasn’t the ‘not easy’ remark. Maybe it was the other remark.

But why did Deku saying that another omega’s milk tasted good ruin Katsuki’s mood so quickly? Was it because Deku had always seemed to enjoy feeding the most? Was always eager and wriggling for it as he drank? Was willing to work hard for it during a spar? Was it because everyone else thought his milk was the best, but Deku apparently didn’t agree? 

Deku was the only alpha he fed who had never drank from another omega. Until now. That thought also depressed him, as if another morning of painful milking hadn’t left him in a bad attitude as it was. And now this. Deku racing ahead without him. 

Again. 

It hit him like a freight train as he sat down at his desk. He was never going to be good enough in Deku’s eyes. He may have been a shiny symbol to the alpha once, long ago. Back when Deku had placed him on a pedestal and could only look on from afar. Because he had a strong quirk and stood up to bigger kids. But now, years later, Deku had seen the truth. All Katsuki’s losses, all the failures. The lashing out, the bullying. The emotional breakdowns, the doubt. Deku had a front row seat to all of them. 

He tried to tell himself that he didn’t care. That he didn’t need some shitty Deku in his life, looking down on him or going feral and biting the shit out of him. But inside, Katsuki knew the truth and his brain easily unraveled it for him as he ignored Aizawa’s morning announcements. Katsuki didn’t deserve Deku. Deku was the chosen one. All Might’s successor. An alpha. Deku was outgrowing him. Outpacing him. Deku was fighting real-world villains and saving real-world people while Katsuki was getting kidnapped or sidelined. Soon, Deku wouldn’t need or think of Katsuki at all. Not as a friend, a classmate, a fellow hero, or even as an omega.

His milk wasn’t good enough and neither was he.

Later that day, the class had yet another rescue training session. It was in Ground Beta this time and Thirteen and Aizawa were overseeing things, with Recovery Girl on hand just in case.

Katsuki was chosen as a victim and he tried to argue, but Thirteen insisted it was his turn. Aizawa walked him and the other victims around the fake city, placing them throughout various buildings and locations with fake injuries and personas to act out. Katsuki was the final one to be placed, and Aizawa tied up the omega’s legs to simulate them being broken.

“You’re unconscious, with two broken legs. You’re not allowed to call for help or talk to your rescuers, understand?” Aizawa asked after doing up the final knot. “Your credit for today is dependent on you playing your role correctly and being a good actor.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Aizawa left and Katsuki had no choice but to just lay there. He hated being restrained, but at least it was only his legs. The building he’d been hidden inside was quite dilapidated, with part of the back wall blown out and loose bricks scattered all over. Aizawa had placed him near the rubble, to give the indication that it caused his injuries. 

It took a long time for him to be found. Which made sense, seeing as how he couldn’t call out or use his quirk as a signal or anything. Katsuki didn’t know if he was the only one who was supposed to be unconscious and silent or not - he hadn’t paid attention when the other volunteer victims had been placed in their spots. Fuck, he just wanted to get this over with. He was wearing his hero costume minus the bracers and hated that he wasn’t out there exploding shit. He was just stuck here, waiting. How unheroic. 

Eventually, Deku’s form appeared in the broken part of the wall, green electricity sparking around him. Katsuki closed his eyes and laid there. He wanted to shout about why it took the nerd so long to find him, but he wanted credit for today’s class and he didn’t really feel like talking to the alpha right now anyway. He was still upset about that morning. 

Not that Deku had managed to hurt his feelings or anything! Because that was stupid and totally impossible. He just knew from Aizawa and Todoroki that his milk was the best and stupid Deku should just admit it already. And if Deku didn’t agree that he was the best, then fucking whatever. Who cares what some shitty nerd thinks?! Who gave a shit about an alpha that couldn’t go two days without stumbling into trouble or some new unearned boon - first that quirk and now being an alpha at all.

“Sero, up here! I found Kacchan!” Deku called out.

Hands were on him then, carefully lifting his head and repositioning him slightly. Katsuki kept his eyes closed and didn’t say a thing.

“Kacchan?” 

Katsuki grimaced. He hated being the victim in these stupid lessons. As if he’d ever be caught out like this in the real world. That’s probably why Aizawa made him act unconscious, actually, since he usually spent his time as a victim complaining and yelling at his classmates.

“Hey Bakugou,” Sero drawled from somewhere by his feet. “Looks like his legs are broken.”

“He’s unconscious. He’s breathing, but he’s not talking or opening his eyes,” Deku reported, feeling for Katsuki’s pulse on his wrist. “His heart rate is strong though.”

“Alright, let’s get him out of here before he breaks character,” Sero laughed.

What Katsuki wouldn’t give to blast the fucker right now. He could practically feel the beta’s shit-eating grin. He knew he was the worst victim actor in the class, but he was actually trying today! No matter what he did, he never seemed to win. People had judged him long ago and there was no changing their minds, apparently.

The sound of tape being ripped and stuck together filled the space. Katsuki’s body was carefully lifted onto one of the plastic sled things they used during rescue lessons. He was strapped down tightly, including several bands of tape over his chest. He bit back a hiss, but couldn’t hide his twisted facial expression. He was wearing bandages and his compression band, but it still fucking hurt to have that much force on his pecs. A little pressure was fine, but this was brutal. 

He felt the sled lift into the air and then the bobbing of his body being carried down the stairs.  There were a few jumps along the way, banging Katsuki around a bit and forcing his chest up into the tape several times. Tears squeezed out of his eyes, but there was nothing he could do about it, since the idiots had taped down his arms too.

The sled was put down and then he heard what had to be Deku clearing a path of rubble to get them out of the building through the main entrance. Sero stayed behind, checking the tape’s integrity and hold. The bastard actually wrapped a few more pieces around him, including one right over his poor nipples. It took everything in him not to cry out. They needed to hurry the fuck up and get him out of here already. He would never forgive Sero for this.

Soon enough, the sled was moving again. It hurt even worse than before as Sero and Deku stepped over things, jostling Katsuki’s body this way and that. He felt more tears start to flow as his aching nipples were twisted and pushed on. It hurt so bad. Why was his chest still so sensitive? He’d been using the milking machine for almost a week now, shouldn’t his body be used to it? 

“Kacchan? Kacchan?! Why are you crying, are you okay? Is this part of the act?” Deku asked frantically, setting down the sled and suddenly kneeling over Katsuki’s body once more. “Sero, what happened?”

“Nothing?” the beta responded, clearly confused “I just added some more tape, the sled-thing is slippery plastic and I didn't want him to fall out.”

“Kacchan, are you actually hurt somewhere?” Deku asked quietly, hands fluttering all over Katsuki’s body. “Just nod if you are.”

Katsuki’s head didn’t move. 

“Maybe he just got better at acting?” Sero offered.

“Can unconscious people cry?” Deku asked, still patting Katsuki down.

“Dude, I have no idea. Maybe he got dust in his eyes, or he’s just fucking with us.”

Deku’s hand grazed over Katsuki’s chest and he flinched. The sound of ripping tape suddenly rent the air. Air hit his chest and it was clear that his top and the bandages and compression band had slid out of place during all this, exposing him fully. His eyes flew open and he looked down, the sight distracting him from his rage momentarily. 

His engorged nipples were purple and had almost rubbed raw against his shirt. Deep, dark bruises circled around both areolas and faintly spread out towards the rest of his pecs. The slight breeze against his skin caused goosebumps to cover his skin, pebbling up his nipples and areolas both. He hissed in pain and flopped his head back so he didn’t have to look at it. The bruises were familiar, if a bit darker today. The raw, purple nipples were new.

“Kacchan…”

“Holy shit. Did he always look like that after a feeding?” Sero asked, eyes locked on Katsuki’s chest.

“Never,” Deku mumbled, a thumb lightly trailing over the omega’s exposed skin as he tugged the omega’s shirt down even further. “These rings… Kacchan, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Fuck you,” he spat. “I’m fine. Stop stretchin’ out my shirt.”

“You’re not fine,” Deku snarled, eyes flashing. “I’m taking you to Recovery Girl.”

“Midoriya-” Sero started, but it was too late.

The green-haired alpha scooped up Katsuki’s body into a bridal carry, tearing the rest of the tape off the sled in one fell swoop. Green lightning arced around Deku’s limbs as he started bunny hopping back towards the starting area. Katsuki tried to wriggle free, but his chest hurt whenever his nipples brushed up against his shirt or Deku’s body. Plus, his stupid legs and arms were still bound and he couldn’t seem to get the right leverage to rip the tape.

“Recovery Girl! Kacchan’s hurt - for real, I mean!” Deku called out, racing over to the three staff members keeping watch.

Katsuki was laid on the single medical bed they’d brought just in case. He kept trying to struggle, but Deku held his shoulders down. The alpha also pulled Katsuki’s shirt back down, exposing his pecs once more.

“My, my. I was wondering when the first omega would have issues,” Recovery Girl said before kissing his chest. “I knew the program going off without a hitch couldn't be true.”

Sagging in relief as the bruises healed and his nipples returned to normal, Katsuki stopped trying to fight the bindings on his arms and legs. The bone-deep ache in his chest that had started on Monday was finally gone. He was suddenly so tired. More than he should be for bruises and puffy nipples.

“They said it would be pain-free!” Deku shouted. “He had bruises!”

“I’ll talk to Nezu about it,” Aizawa said, tone dark. 

“Something tells me our little hero may have been keeping this a secret,” Recovery Girl hummed thoughtfully as she pulled Katsuki’s band and shirt back into place.

Despite his exhaustion, Katsuki hated that they were talking about him like he wasn’t even there. It was his issue to deal with - it didn’t have anything to do with these assholes! He could handle some fucking bruises, it was nothing. It was just the stupid tape and pressure that pushed him over the edge. 

“S’fine,” Katsuki griped. “It’s these idiots’ fault for tying me up like that.” 

Aizawa and Recovery Girl frowned at him. 

“Don’t lie, Kacchan,” Deku said quietly, as he ripped away the remaining tape and bindings. 

“I’m fine,” he insisted.

“You’re not,” Aizawa and Deku said in tandem.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, though the threat behind it was ruined with a yawn.

“We didn’t know,” Sero huffed out as he tried to catch his breath, having just arrived. “He was acting unconscious and everything, so we wanted to make sure he stayed still and safe. I used a lot of tape.”

“It’s not your fault,” Recovery Girl replied gently. “Midoriya dear, can you please take Bakugou back to the dorms? We’ll let him sleep this off and Nezu can deal with it as he sees fit.”

“Of course!”

Katsuki was once again lifted into Deku’s arms. He didn’t even fight this time. He was too tired.

Katsuki woke up to being laid down on his bed by Deku. The alpha lingered, fussing with the blanket and fluffing his pillow for him.

“Get out,” he barked, feeling embarrassed and tired.

“Kacchan, why didn’t you tell anyone? The support team could have fixed the machine or something. There’s no reason for it to hurt.”

“Fuck off. What do you know about it?”

“They sent us some information going over the basics of the process. How one of the omegas helped design it,” Deku said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “But they’re all female omegas, aren’t they?”

“Shut up.”

Deku sighed. “I’m sorry, Kacchan. I should have noticed before. I thought you were just feeling down because of the milking program, not because you were in pain.”

“Why do you even care?” Katsuki asked, rolling away and burying his face in the pillow.

“I care a lot about Kacchan,” Deku said adamantly. 

“Bullshit.”

“I do! Kacchan’s my best fr-”

“Get the fuck out of my room.”

The alpha lingered for a moment before finally standing up to leave. Katsuki didn’t actually want him to go. He wanted comfort and calming pheromones. He wanted to hug the alpha to his chest and feed him and forget everything else for a little while. But that part of his life was over now. He was stuck with the machine.

And he was sick of showing weakness to Deku. Why was it always him? He could’ve convinced Sero or pretty much anyone else in the class to shut up and leave him alone. But no, it had to be Deku. And now Aizawa, Thirteen, and Recovery Girl knew he was weaker than all the other omegas. It wasn’t that they were girls, either. He didn’t give a shit about gender stuff like that. He had a pussy and got periods and all that crap too. No, it was because he was in the hero course and they weren’t. Some of them were older, but it didn’t matter. He should be stronger and tougher than all of them. He wasn’t like other omegas. People had made that abundantly clear to him his entire life. Omegas were soft and nice and good. And he was...well, he was Katsuki Bakugou. 

“I’ll send someone to check on you at dinner,” Deku said before stepping outside and closing the door.

The second the alpha was gone, Katsuki sprang out of bed and locked the door before rushing to his closet. Pulling out every last extra blanket and sheet he had, he piled them on his bed and went through the calming routine of weaving them together into a comfortable rounded mass. He hadn’t made a nest in a long time, thanks to the heat-blocker medication he’d been taking for nearly two years now, but it just felt like the right thing to do. He was crying as he did it, frustrated and desperate for the comfort and safety of his nest. 

Quite some time later, Katsuki fell asleep on a wet pillow, buried deep in his soft nest.

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Two weeks went by. The milking nozzles had been improved for everyone right away after the incident, with better cushioning built in. They also slowed the speed of pumping across the board and increased the time the omegas were milked by about five minutes. 

A support student had apologized and explained the changes to him and how his physique wasn't really factored into the original prototype. Most female omegas were busty, it just went hand-in-hand with milk production and human evolution. Even the petite omegas in the room had larger chests than Katsuki. So they all had more natural cushion and ample fatty tissue to better absorb the pumping motion. It wasn’t like his chest was small, especially for a teenage boy, it just wasn’t the right shape and didn’t have enough give due to all the muscle. 

It sucked that he was overlooked initially, but he understood that while his chest bounced and leaked and threatened to pop buttons off his shirts, he was still smaller than the other omegas in that regard. They’d also added heated seats to the chairs they sat in after some of the other omegas complained about cold mornings, so it’s not like he was the only one the support students had to make new shit for. And yeah, the heated seats were nice.

Even after the changes, Katsuki still insisted on hooking himself up after the calibrations and adjustments were made. None of the support students wanted to argue with him and Midnight mostly spent her time grading homework and drinking coffee.

He was still sore most of the time, but the bruising was much more minimal. With a repetitive motion going for thirty minutes or more, he figured that was probably as good as it was going to get. The enlarged, sensitive nipples were still a thing, but he kept wearing the bandages and his compression bands as needed. 

Thankfully, the milking program seemed to be working as intended. The aggression issues across UA had basically disappeared, though all the alphas in 1-A seemed more on edge than usual. Their scents were fine, but they often lashed out at each other during sparring or hero lessons. They still sat or lingered near him, which he found a bit surprising. It didn’t mean much though, since pheromones on their own only went so far. Without the feeding endorphins or a real sharing of hormones, he found himself more annoyed by their presence than calmed by it. Half the time, he wanted to pummel them and the other half of the time, he wanted to beg them to drink. Tension was often thick in the air, especially in larger spaces like the lunchroom or library. It was almost like everyone was just waiting for a fight to break out. 

Even without alphas around, Katsuki was still feeling a little keyed up. It was nothing compared to his worst middle school days, but he found himself snapping at people or popping off explosions when he shouldn’t. He got in trouble for being too aggressive during hero lessons and often snarled and spat at people in the hallway or lunchroom if they bumped into him. He was sent to Nezu’s office a lot and was forced to clean the classroom by himself every few days. Aizawa still rarely punished him, but the other teachers weren’t as lenient. Even fucking Midnight sent him packing to the principal’s office more often than not, telling him to just sit and calm down for a while under the watchful eyes - all twelve of them - of the rat’s damn secretary. 

Just calm down, sure. As if it was that fucking easy! As if he had any of the appropriate tools available to do that while sitting right outside Nezu’s door. No alphas to feed from him. No nest. No punching bag. 

He just couldn’t seem to get rid of all his aggression and annoyance. He tried to calm himself down by working out all evening and then reading before bed or watching relaxing videos of people cooking, but it wasn’t enough. He ended up doing crunches and push-ups in his room until he’d basically be passing out each night from exhaustion. 

Anything to turn his mind off so he could sleep.

Still, he had it better than poor Inasa, who was clearly dealing with the loss of milk the worst. Katsuki only saw the alpha once a week, but it was obvious that the big oaf was spiraling a bit.

After their most recent Remedial Course lesson, the massive alpha had been pacing around the locker room while Katsuki and Todoroki showered. At one point while the two UA students were changing, Inasa punched a locker and didn’t seem to care that his hand was bleeding. Spooked by the sudden sound and spike of ozone scent, Katsuki had asked what the fuck was going on with him, and Inasa admitted that his omega classmate had three younger alpha siblings she helped feed. Meaning she didn’t have enough to spare for him.

When Katsuki offered to give him some milk, Inasa had refused and insisted he was fine. That he could handle it. That his mom made enough. Before Katsuki could argue, Todoroki reminded them both that the blond shouldn’t let alphas drink anyway due to the program, and Katsuki had told him to shut the hell up. 

He knew Todoroki was just jealous about Inasa getting milk instead of him. He hadn’t let anyone feed directly since the program started, even though Todoroki had frequently asked in the beginning. Still did occasionally, sometimes even knocking on Katsuki’s door and interrupting his late-night workouts. Katsuki always sent him packing, though it was getting harder and harder each time.

Inasa had stared at Katsuki for a moment before refusing again and then stormed out of the room, currents of wind swirling around him. Katsuki had glared at Todoroki, as if it was the alpha’s fault. The room had been tinged with ozone and it made Katsuki’s skin crawl and his inner omega whine. The situation was the perfect excuse to feed someone and Nezu and the school never needed to know. It was as close to an emergency as he’d seen so far and in a nice, private space at that. 

Todoroki and Katsuki hadn’t talked at all on the ride back to UA, and even Aizawa had been silent and grumpy in the front seat. That was a common trend lately too, with the alphas being near him but still quiet and tense instead of calm and relaxed. It put him on edge like nothing else, knowing he could fix it but not being allowed to. Not to mention that Aizawa barked at the class more than ever and held them back for the slightest slip ups or mistakes. Giving them more homework, tests, and required exercises. It was a fucking onslaught, even worse than their first few weeks of school.  

Needless to say, tensions were high. 

Katsuki could feel something bad coming. He could practically taste it in the air.

Thankfully, over the last two weeks, Katsuki had managed to patch up his relationship with Deku again. The stupid alpha had been all over him lately, probably trying to determine if he was still in pain from the program or something. And while it was annoying as hell, he just couldn’t seem to hold a grudge against the nerd anymore. And he had to admit - internally, at least - that the updated milking machine was better. Without Deku noticing and forcing the situation to be fixed, the nerves and milk ducts in Katsuki’s pecs may have been permanently damaged. 

The alpha had of course immediately forgiven him and acted like nothing was wrong, but Katsuki had tried to make it up to him the only way he knew how - by taking action. So he didn’t apologize or anything, but he did make Deku breakfast on the following Sunday morning. And he gave the dweeb some insightful tips after their weekly spars. Actually useful stuff, not his usual barbs. Hell, he even let the nerd sit next to him at lunch and movie nights without making a fuss. And he’d accepted a study session in Deku’s room tonight - the first time since their feeding sessions had stopped. 

They had been sitting at the alpha’s low table for nearly an hour when Katsuki’s pencil snapped in his hand. Instead of just getting out another one, he snarled in frustration and blew up the offending piece of trash.

“Wha-cchan?! We’re not supposed to use our quirks in the dorm,” Deku exclaimed, cleaning up the debris and offering Katsuki another pencil.

Katsuki snatched up the All Might-themed pencil and angrily sharpened it with the little metal All Might-themed sharpener Deku kept in his All Might-themed pencil pouch. Everything in this fucking room had All Might’s face or colors plastered on it. Still, he’d actually missed being here somehow. After the program started, he assumed he’d never be invited back. And now that he was here, knowing he couldn’t feed Deku or enjoy some much-needed calming endorphins, he was just pissed off. In fact, he was often feeling pissed off these days. 

He had grinded off nearly half the pencil when Deku frowned and said, “Kacchan, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“I think it’s sharp now.”

“Tch.”

Katsuki hunched back over his homework and started writing with the pencil that was now practically a nub. 

“You’re stressed. I can smell it,” Deku sighed, twiddling with his own pencil.

“Fuck off. Don’t smell me.”

“I can’t help it! Ever since I presented, I can smell everyone all the time!” Deku whined.

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki focused back on his work. He knew what Deku meant - alpha and omegas had heightened senses compared to betas. Omegas in particular were known for being highly sensitive to both touch and smell. It was fucking annoying.

“I’m just stressed,” he finally said with a sigh. “Everyone is.”

By everyone, he meant the alphas and other omegas. Who knew what a beta was thinking or feeling? Without pheromones, he had no idea. Exams were on the horizon, though, so he assumed everyone would be stressed about that. He knew his idiot friends sure were.

“Mm. Wanna watch our show instead?” Deku asked. “This homework isn’t due for a few days.”

Usually, Katsuki preferred to get his shit done right away so he didn’t have to worry about it later, but he’d been feeling worked up and antsy all day. Distracting himself with a TV show sounded better than trying to force his mind to focus right now. He was actually surprised that Deku asked. Now that he wasn’t feeding the alpha anymore, he’d assumed they’d just study and then call it a night.

“Fine.”

They put their school things away and Katsuki sprawled out on Deku’s bed while the alpha set up his laptop. They’d only managed to watch a handful of episodes so far, so they had plenty to keep them busy tonight and it was still two hours before curfew. Deku joined him on the bed, laying beside him and pulling over the laptop to get it in the right position before pressing play.

It took all of one episode before Deku was inching closer and closer to Katsuki. The omega opened his arms without even batting an eye, pulling the alpha close to his chest and petting at curly hair. This used to be their method for milking if Deku didn’t feed after a spar instead. It felt familiar and comfortable. His chest throbbed, but not with pain this time. He wanted to feed Deku so fucking bad. His damn tits were practically bursting out of his tank top anyway, it wouldn’t be hard to just let a nipple slip out. 

“Kacchan...can I have some?” Deku asked quietly during a lull in the show. “I miss it. I miss it a lot, Kacchan.”

“I’m not supposed to,” he replied, though his inner omega growled at him.

“Just a teeny, tiny bit?”

If it was anyone else, he would have said no. Hell, he’d said no to Todoroki practically every other damn day since the program started. But he was still trying to show Deku that he was sorry. And because, yeah, he fucking missed it too alright? The milking machine just wasn’t the same. Watching alphas drink from glass bottles instead of his chest sucked. Hearing them talk about drinking an omega’s milk that wasn’t his sucked. Existing day after day without the endorphins and closeness he craved sucked. He missed it. He missed it a fucking lot.

Heaving a theatrical sigh, Katsuki rolled onto his side and pulled up his shirt. He’d already removed his bandages earlier, when he changed out of his uniform. And even though he’d been fully drained of milk that morning, his tits were nice and plump by now.

“Wow! So big, Kacchan,” Deku praised.

Deku nuzzled at his chest for a little while before eventually moving down. A warm breath of air washed over his nipple. It felt good. He could feel the milk beading up, his body desperate to feed. The second the alpha latched and started to suck, though, it hurt.

“Shit, what the fuck?!” he hissed. “Did you forget how to fuckin’ do it, shitty Deku?” 

“No. I was trying to be gentle. They look kinda inflamed...is that normal?”

“Yeah. It’s a lot of suction,” he muttered as he cradled the alpha’s head and brought him to his other nipple. “Just be careful.”

He flinched the second Deku’s lips closed around his areola and shoved him away. He was just too sensitive. Even the slightest touch hurt.

“Fuck. You can have some when you get your bottle in a few days,” Katsuki said, trying to focus back on the show as he adjusted his shirt.

“But I don’t get any until Saturday,” the alpha bemoaned. “What if I squeeze it into my mouth, that way I don’t touch Kacchan’s nipples?”

“It’s too messy.”

“I don’t care. It’s my bed, I’ll clean it up later.”

“No.”

They sat there for a few seconds, both looking at the laptop, but clearly not really watching.

“Can we at least, um, snuggle?” Deku asked.

“Oh my fucking god, shut up!” Katsuki shoved him again and crossed his arms over his chest to protect it. “Since when did you get so fuckin’ needy? You’re acting like goddamn IcyHot.”

“Sorry! I just miss it, that’s all. I miss being close to Kacchan.”

What the fuck did that even mean?! They sat next to each other in class and during meals all the fucking time. Just the other day, they’d had a class movie night and Katsuki had ended up squished on the couch between Deku and Iida.

“Wait...Todoroki asked you to feed him too? Or was it to snuggle? Did you do it?” Deku asked darkly and the sudden change in tone gave Katsuki whiplash. 

“No! Deku, I swear to god if you say one more fuckin’ thing, I’m leaving.”

Deku pouted but turned back to the laptop, grabbing an All Might-themed pillow to snuggle with instead. He could hear the nerd muttering into the fabric, but he couldn’t make out any of the words. Since when did Deku get mad about Todoroki? Weren’t the three 1-A alphas friends? Todoroki had asked to drink quite a few times now, usually later at night. The dual-haired alpha had never asked to snuggle though because, what the fuck, no one does that. Well, no one but Deku apparently. 

Hunching his shoulders up around his ears, he tried to focus back on the show, but it was a lost cause. As much as he wanted to make fun of Deku, he regretted pushing the other boy away. Why couldn’t he just be honest with himself? He missed the physical aspect of feeding so much. And those wonderful, blessed endorphins that helped calm him down and kept him from turning into a raging asshole at the drop of a hat. It sucked to feel himself reverting back to how he was during his middle school days. Loud, aggressive, nasty. He hated that Katsuki. He wanted the Katsuki who fed alphas and bathed in endorphins instead of negative thoughts back. He wanted the Katsuki who didn’t cry in his nest every night back. He wanted the Katsuki whose chest didn’t hurt all the time back. Fuck, he just wanted to feel like himself again.

He thought about lashing out at Deku for making his nipples throb with pain all over again, but he couldn’t. He didn’t blame the alpha. Katsuki was the only omega Deku had ever drank from directly. And they’d known each other for their entire lives. They were comfortable with each other in a way the others weren’t. Of course Deku missed it more than anyone else. Only Todoroki was equally mopey, and that guy clearly had mommy and daddy issues he was projecting onto Katsuki. 

The thing that confused him though was how Deku was apparently fine with drinking milk from other omegas. Of all the alphas he fed, only Deku had said the milk was ‘good’ on days the alpha didn’t get one of Katsuki’s bottles. The rest complained, even Aizawa - who had probably drank from more omegas than anyone, considering he was an adult and frequented milk bars before they started getting closed down. Even fucking Endeavor had gone out of his way to praise Katsuki’s milk. But Deku? He didn’t seem to care. And that stung a bit.

Wait, no. Katsuki didn’t care about that shit. If Deku preferred someone else’s milk, then so be it. He wasn’t possessive over the nerd or anything. He didn’t care about how only Deku found his milk to be second-rate. Who would care about something like that? He just thought that Deku should get the best quality of milk since he’s carrying One For All and abusing his body so much. 

Wait, fuck, no. People said his milk tasted better, but that didn’t mean it was high quality. Just sweeter and richer, whatever the fuck that meant. Deku was probably better off drinking from other omegas. A balanced diet, or whatever. It was fine. 

He didn’t care.

He really, really, really, really didn’t care.

Katsuki left after only one episode. He took a quick shower before crawling into his nest and crying himself to sleep. He tried not to care about that either.

Chapter Text

On Sunday morning, Katsuki decided to wait until after the milking to go on his daily run, wanting to work out as much of his antsy energy as possible. He wore his compression band over his bandages, hoping to help keep them in place and to reduce chafing.

He felt lighter without all the milk weighing him down for once. Since the program started, it'd been harder and harder to sleep at night thanks to all the milk he had to fucking save up. It was painful and leaked into his pajamas and sheets almost every morning. Such regular, thorough milking sessions had certainly increased his supply - just as Nezu and the support students had probably planned on. The other omegas were in the same boat, though they blamed it on the milk-enriching diet instead. Likely because breakfast was now a shared event between all of them and milk-boosting foods were always on their trays.

Several other people were out and about today, which was annoying. It was still a bit chilly, but sunny and shaping up to be a nice day. He passed several small clusters of students studying on the grounds and a few more who were exercising or sparring in the grass. He side-stepped a little puddle of goo at one point, scowling at a greasy-haired kid who scrambled away. Not long after that, he had to dodge between a large group of older kids who were talking about going into town. He had to duck to avoid their various horns, tails, and randomly emitted quirks. Fuck, maybe running later was a bad move - especially on a weekend. It was too damn crowded out here and, unlike him, these assholes got to use their quirks in whatever annoying way they wanted. 

Lapping the much quieter wooded area at the bottom of the hill for the second time, he suddenly found himself getting caught up in the straps of an all-too familiar capture weapon. Falling to the ground as his arms and legs got tangled up, he roared in rage and struggled to get free. What the fuck was Aizawa doing out here on a Sunday morning?! 

“Shit, sorry about that,” drawled a deep voice from the treeline. 

Rolling over, Katsuki locked eyes with Shinsou - the mind control freak from the Sports Festival. Why did this asshole have Aizawa’s capture weapon? And why was he using it on Katsuki?!

“GET THIS FUCKIN’ THING OFF ME!,” he bellowed, firing off explosions and thrashing around as he tried to get free.

“Stop freaking out. Can’t you hold still?” Shinsou scolded, coming closer but not within range of the omega’s explosions. 

“FUCK Y-”

Katsuki’s mind went blank. One second, his body was twisting and rolling like a serpent, but now it lay perfectly still. He could still think, but he couldn't control his body. And he felt an oppressive presence in his mind that didn’t belong there. He tried to fight it, but there was nothing solid to fight against.

“Stay still,” Shinsou commanded as he finally approached.

The tall, purple-haired alpha slowly removed the capture weapon. Since Katsuki had managed to contort himself all over the place in a matter of seconds, the straps were quite tangled. Katsuki had no choice but to lay there silently and unmoving. Inside, he was still struggling against the presence in his mind. Nothing seemed to work. How had stupid fucking Deku managed to break Shinsou’s hold, but he couldn’t? His entire life people had called him willful and headstrong, but he couldn’t even break out of some shitty extra’s quirk?!

After most of the straps had been removed, Shinsou rolled Katsuki over onto his back and paused. He hadn’t noticed in his fight for freedom, but now Katsuki could feel that his compression band had slipped. Again. And an alpha was now staring at his mildly injured chest. Again. One of the bandages was still on, but the other had come loose and exposed his red, puffy nipple to the cool morning air. He’d just been milked fifteen fucking minutes ago so there was no way to hide it. At least the bruises weren’t as bad as they used to be, though they were still there.

Shinsou reached out again and Katsuki started to panic, belatedly realizing that maybe this is what the alpha had been planning all along. Long fingers lightly brushed over his skin and Katsuki boiled over with impotent rage, his mind and body both infuriatingly still. Only, the fingers weren’t peeling off the bandages or groping him. They were gently tugging up the black compression band and then readjusting Katsuki’s tank top. After that, the last few loops of the capture weapon were removed. Shinsou took a few steps away, the mass of sloppily-coiled fabric in his arms. 

Katsuki felt the firm presence fade from his mind and he shot upwards, popping off several small explosions and heaving in anger. Shinsou just stared blankly back at him.

“I was aiming for a testing dummy and I missed,” Shinsou said calmly. “My bad.”

“YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE!” Katsuki screeched. “What gives you the fuckin’ right to use your quirk on me, Mindfreak?!”

“You were going to hurt yourself, or me. I just needed you to calm down. I won’t do it again unwarranted.”

“FUCK OFF!”

The alpha started looping the capture device around his neck like Aizawa did. Now that he thought about it, Katsuki realized the two alphas actually looked quite similar. Tall, skinny, tired eyes, messy hair. This close up, Katsuki also noticed that Shinsou’s pupils were white, which seemed odd for a quirk that activated on a verbal reply. At least, that was how Deku had explained it after the Sports Festival. And despite knowing that, Katsuki had still stupidly fallen for the alpha’s trap.

“Are you okay? Your chest didn’t look so good,” Shinsou asked flatly, still adjusting the fabric.

The alpha didn’t smell like ozone, nor did he seem particularly upset or aggressive. If anything, Shinsou seemed tired and bored. And yet, he was still an alpha who had easy access to an omega and fresh milk. But he didn’t drink. Which didn’t make sense, because alphas always drank before. Even if they had to hurt him to do it - like Endeavor and Deku.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki hissed. “Why didn’t you try to drink, huh?”

Shinsou looked at him in surprise, showing the first real emotion all morning. “I barely even know you. Plus, you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” the omega bit out.

“Well, so am I. I just went through the milk line the other day,” Shinsou went on, ignoring Katsuki. 

“Yeah, how’s that workin’ out for you?” Katsuki asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

He didn’t even know why he asked something like that. He already knew from his alphas that the milk line was fine, but not ideal. Because drinking from bottles was so horrible for them. He’d like to see them hooked up to a fucking milk machine for half an hour every morning. Then they’d see which side of the milking room wall they’d prefer to be on.

“Fine,” Shinsou replied with a shrug, before seeming to remember something. “Actually, Aizawa-sensei was a few people ahead of me in line. He’s your homeroom teacher, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, that morning he got his bottle and actually smiled. And when I got mine a bit later, it tasted way better than normal.”

“So?” Katsuki spat, regretting this conversation already.

“So I mentioned it to him and he said it was probably yours.”

Shock and embarrassment ripped through Katsuki. 

“Sensei wouldn’t say something like that,” the blond asserted. “And especially not to some extra like you!”

“He’s my mentor, you know. We have private lessons all the time.”

Katsuki didn’t know that. Then again, he didn’t know much about what Aizawa did outside of class. Why should he?

“He’s mentioned your milk before, actually,” Shinsou said, turning to start walking along the path.

The omega hesitated before stepping alongside him. He wanted to know what Aizawa had said exactly and what else this general studies asshole knew. Besides, his mad struggle with the capture weapon had robbed him of his energy. He just felt tired and angry.

“Bullshit.”

“Well, he didn’t say your name specifically,” the alpha clarified. “Before all the dorm stuff happened, Aizawa-sensei was getting really tense after the only milk bar around here closed down. But then one day, he was suddenly all better. It took him a long time to admit he was feeding at school. And you’re the only omega in the hero course, so I figured it had to be you.”

“What’s your fuckin’ point?” Katsuki asked bitterly.

“In a round-about way, I guess I’m trying to thank you. The milk program has been helpful to us alphas,” Shinsou said. “But it sucks that it’s hurting you omegas like that. Do the teachers know?”

Katsuki huffed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to talk about that. His bruises and soreness were way better now than before. He really couldn’t expect anything better than this. He could expect better of Aizawa, however. He felt oddly...betrayed by the alpha. Just because his teacher was apparently close with Shinsou didn’t give him the right to talk about Katsuki’s private shit like that. And hearing the unnecessary gratitude of some random alpha wasn’t really making him feel any better. Even if Aizawa hadn’t said his name to Shinsou, he’d clearly given enough clues for the younger alpha to figure it out.

“I’ll take that as a ‘maybe,’” Shinsou sighed. “Before the program, I used to drink from my foster mother. She’s...difficult to be around. So I actually like the program and the dorms, since it means I don’t have to go back as much.”

Why was this alpha pouring out his life story to Katsuki? He didn’t even know the guy! He was only walking with him because he was tired, sore, and just wanted to take a shower and lay down for a nap. He didn’t want to think about foster moms and all the alphas who benefited from the shitty milking program. He just wanted to pretend it didn’t exist until the next morning milking. Fuck. Wait, no, it was actually good to hear something positive about the program. At least all his efforts and struggles weren’t in vain. At least he was actually helping people. Even if they were annoying, mind-controlling bastards with bad fucking aim.

“Shut up,” he finally spat. “Why are you tellin’ me all this crap? I don’t care.”

“You seemed upset. I was just trying to explain myself and help you calm down with a distraction. Aizawa-sensei told me to practice small talk. You know, for my quirk.”

“Holy shit, shut up!” Katsuki yelled, pulling at his own hair.

Talking about your shitty foster home life was not small talk. Not that Katsuki was an expert on the topic or anything, but holy shit. This fucking asshole was almost as bad as Deku! At least the nerd mumbled quietly enough that you could pretend not to hear all the inane bullshit that came out of his mouth. This fucker just kept droning on and on in a deep monotone. They were nearing the line of dorm buildings now. Katsuki just had to deal with it a bit longer. If it weren’t for the rules against using his quirk, he would’ve blasted off to his room ages ago and scorched this chatty fucker to boot.

“You’re shouting, but your pheromones have calmed down,” Shinsou pointed out.

“DON’T SMELL ME!” he yelled.

“Oh my god, it’s that annoying guy from Class 1-A,” said a high-pitched, whiny voice.

Alpha and omega both turned to look at a small group of general studies students lounging on a blanket in the grassy section between buildings. They were clearly staring at the two of them, gossiping behind their hands. Katsuki only recognized one of them - Dogbreath from the cafeteria. 

“Isn’t he the one who got us stuck in the dorms?” another girl asked.

“Ugh, it’s so unfair! He’s the one who got kidnapped, not us,” the whiny girl replied.

“Hey, Shinsou! Why are you hanging out with the All Might ender?” one of the boys called out. “Starting a new villain club?”

“Or is that omega finally putting out?” asked Dogbreath and the girls gasped and then giggled.

Katsuki flinched, but refused to engage. If he got into another fight, he’d get detention or maybe even suspended. Aizawa had told him he was on thin ice from all his aggressive behavior lately. And while Aizawa was now on his shit list too, he didn’t want to get in trouble or have to face Nezu again. The omega hurried away, hands buried deep in the pockets of his running shorts to stop himself from blasting the smug looks off all their worthless faces. He could hear Shinsou’s low voice reprimanding the group, but Katsuki didn't stick around to actually listen. He just hurried to the 1-A dorm and stormed inside.

On his way to the showers, Katsuki passed Todoroki. The alpha stopped immediately, eyes searching the omega’s face and body.

“Bakugou, what’s wrong?”

“Fuck off, IcyHot.”

“You smell upset.” 

Katsuki felt his eyebrow twitching. He was so sick of alphas telling him what he smelled like. Did he notice the changes in their scents? Of course. Did he fucking comment on it? No! His parents had fucking raised him better than that. Pheromones were supposed to be unspoken signals except in cases of emergency. It was the polite thing to do to ignore them. And people called him the rude one.

“Leave me alone,” he grumbled, pushing past Todoroki and hurrying to a shower stall.

Closing the curtain harshly, he stripped out of his clothes and then stepped into the shower. He took off his bandages, which were only barely hanging on anyway after all the sweat from his run combined with his frantic struggling to escape the capture weapon earlier. He could hear Todoroki walk back in and sit on the bench between the two rows of showers. 

Katsuki wanted to scream at him to go away, but it was actually nice to not be alone right now. He knew that no one in 1-A felt the same way as those general studies kids. Hell, Todoroki had even come to rescue him back before the dorms were ever a thing. The alpha was annoying sometimes, but he was trustworthy. Familiar. Safe.

After scalding himself in the shower for nearly twenty minutes, Katsuki finally toweled off and changed into joggers and a hoodie. He didn’t want to put on fresh bandages, but he also didn’t want people to see his puffy nipples. He just wanted to be comfortable.

Stepping out of the shower stall, he saw Todoroki sitting there patiently. The alpha was wearing a black turtleneck and some dark jeans, well-dressed as always. Katsuki didn’t hesitate to sit next to the alpha with a small sigh. He was already over today and UA in general and it wasn’t even 10am. He just wanted to crawl into his nest and call it a day.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Todoroki said quietly. 

“I don’t.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Todoroki cleared his throat. “Do you want to go off campus for a while? Maybe get some food?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki grunted. 

He wanted to be anywhere but here right now. They both stood up and made their way out of the dorm and then off campus. Katsuki made sure to steer them towards a different path than the one he’d used earlier with Shinsou, just in case those extras were still hanging around. He’d managed to hold back from using his quirk before, but he had a feeling Todoroki wouldn’t hesitate. For being such a clueless asshole, the alpha sure knew how to fly off the handle when it came to a fight.

The two of them ended up walking around the city center for a couple of hours, mostly just window shopping and wandering around random stores. They didn’t talk much and avoided anywhere that was too crowded or loud. It was nice. When they got hungry, they stopped at a quiet little place for lunch, with Katsuki getting spicy ramen and Todoroki getting cold soba. They even got mochi ice cream for dessert, which Katsuki wolfed down. He tried to split the bill, but Todoroki insisted on paying. 

After eating, Todoroki suggested going to his house. Wanting to avoid another run-in with Endeavor, Katsuki declined and said they should head back to campus as he needed to study and finish some homework. Besides, after a few hours away, he was feeling calmer and like he could handle being around other students again.

Back at the dorm, Todoroki went off to join Yaoyorozu and Iida for afternoon tea. Classic rich people bullshit. And okay, Katsuki’s parents were well-off too, but it wasn’t on the same level.

He decided to hit up the kitchen for some studying snacks. It was still early in the month, so hopefully Kaminari and Sato hadn’t eaten everything.

Arms laden with snacks, Katsuki was halfway to the elevator when Deku suddenly appeared out of nowhere. 

“Hi, Kacchan! Where have you been all day?” the green-haired alpha asked. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Out.”

“Where?”

“Town.”

“Alone?”

“With IcyHot.”

“Oh, r-really? Um, what’d you guys do?” Deku pried, only it didn’t sound curious. It sounded frustrated.

“Eat.”

“Oh. Is th-that all?”

“What is this, a fuckin’ interrogation?” he snapped.

“Sorry! J-Just curious!” Deku insisted, waving his hands around. “Hey, um, Kacchan, do you w-want to study with me for the quiz tomorrow?”

Heaving a sigh, Katsuki pushed the elevator call button. Deku was acting weird, but the alpha was also just a weird, twitchy sort of person. And for whatever reason, Katsuki still didn’t really want to be alone. He knew that if he was, he would just wallow in the words spewed at him that morning. And sure, he said much nastier things to himself on a daily basis, but it still hurt to hear them. He knew he ended All Might. He knew the dorms were his fault. And the milk problems. He knew people saw him as a nasty, villainous asshole. They didn’t have to keep reminding him.

He didn’t want to ponder on Aizawa’s apparent betrayal either. That bastard.

“Fine.”

“Great! My room or yours?”

“Yours,” he said, getting on the elevator.

He didn’t want anyone to see his nest. There was no reason for an omega to build a nest while on suppressants. The medication was supposed to even out their omega urges and take away heats and pre-heat instincts entirely. Apparently, it didn’t block self-preservation and comfort-seeking instincts. Grabbing his backpack, he headed right back out.

Once in Deku’s room, the two of them studied quietly for an hour or so. Katsuki even shared his snacks. If he couldn't give Deku milk, he could at least make sure the nerd ate. He also didn’t break a pencil this time, in fact he was still using the tiny nub he’d borrowed from Deku. It felt like a waste to throw it away after he’d sharpened the poor thing down to almost nothing. He’d been using it all week, actually.

“Want to compare answers?” Deku asked suddenly, holding up the mock version of the quiz Midnight had passed out. 

“Tch. Fine.”

Deku came around and sat next to Katsuki. He could feel the alpha buzzing beside him. Those minty pheromones were drenched in nervousness. About what? A fake quiz?

They went through question by question, with most of their answers lining up well. As they got to the last question, Katsuki realized Deku had missed a part of it and leaned towards him to point it out. As he turned his head a bit to tell the nerd, he felt warm lips press against his own.

What?

WHAT?!

Pulling away, Katsuki’s eyes felt they were about to pop out of his skull. Was that what he thought it was? Had Deku just fucking kissed him?! His mind swirled with so much confusion that he couldn’t even speak at first. He’d never been kissed before, but he wasn’t an idiot. That was a kiss. A kiss from Deku. It was warm and soft and had only lasted an instant, but he could still feel the pressure on his lips. 

“What the fuck was that, Deku?!” he finally snarled, shoving the nerd away from him because he didn’t know what to do or say or think.

“Kacchan, I’m s-sorry! It’s just, I like you so much and you were so close and looked so good, and...and...I just couldn’t help it!”

“Wait. Slow down. What? You...like me?” he asked, eyes narrowed and mind reeling.

What the fuck was this? Deku had kissed him. On the mouth. A real kiss. Katsuki’s first real kiss. It had only lasted a few seconds, but he hadn’t hated it. Wait, shit. Why didn’t he hate it?

“I do! I really do!” Deku exclaimed. “I like Kacchan so much and I hate to see you looking and smelling so down like you have been lately. I just want to hold you and make you feel safe and-”

Oh, now it made more sense. The idiot was just getting mixed signals from his brain. Deku’s inner alpha was trying to respond to its natural instincts to help an omega within its perceived pack. All his alphas were protective and soft with him, way more than they were with anyone else. And he was soft and caring to them back. Because that’s what their instincts and hormones told them to do. They all knew it didn’t mean anything deeper. But for Deku, this was all still new and he didn’t have an alpha parent or sibling to tell him what was what. No doubt Katsuki’s pheromones were just upsetting and riling up the alpha. 

“You’re just confused,” Katsuki sighed. “All those new pheromones are fucking with your head. It’s just instincts, Deku.”

“No, it’s not! It’s how I really feel!” Deku shouted and Katsuki leaned back with a scowl, eyebrow twitching. 

There was a tense moment of silence before Deku sniffled and stood up. 

“I...I should go.”

“It’s your fuckin’ room, nerd.”

“No, I’ve made Kacchan uncomfortable, so I’ll just-”

Uncomfortable?! Who did Deku think he was, trying to tell Katsuki how he fucking felt about all this? He was fucking fine! Why couldn’t anyone understand that? He was fine! So his first kiss had been a mistake born of mixed signals and shitty instincts. Big deal! Who cares? It’s not like he was some sniveling omega dreaming of their perfect first kiss and oh-so chivalrous mate. He didn’t care about shit like that. And he was going to fucking prove it. Deku needed to stop looking down on him all the time, deciding shit on his own. Katsuki was fine!

“Fuckin’...shut up,” Katsuki snapped. “Let’s just watch our show for a bit. We’re done studying anyway. That way you can calm down and realize it’s just pheromones or whatever.”

“Are you sure? You want to stay?”

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was today so annoying? It’s like he kept stepping on unmarked landmines everywhere he went. It wasn’t that he wanted to stay, it’s that he was afraid to leave. If he did, Deku would just build up more bullshit assumptions in his head. And Katsuki would start ruminating on his shitty day at like 3pm instead of 10pm. He’d rather deal with whatever confused headspace Deku was in than face his own demons alone in his room. And he didn’t mind the kissing part, surprisingly. He just minded that it wasn’t real after all. It was only confused instincts.

“Just set up the fuckin’ show, Deku! Before I change my goddamn mind.”

“O-Okay!”

The omega watched as Deku got his laptop out. He got on the bed and sat against the headboard this time, using one of the nerd’s pillows as a cushion. The alpha joined him shortly. Katsuki could feel Deku shaking with anxiety next to him. The air still smelled nervous and sharp. He hated it.

“Oi, calm down.”

They watched two episodes before the alpha’s pheromones finally returned to something more neutral. By then, Katsuki was feeling relaxed and tired from a long, stressful day. 

“See? It was just in your head,” Katsuki explained around a stifled yawn.

“No,” Deku said resolutely. “I’ve liked Kacchan for a long time. Way before I presented as an alpha. I just feel c-closer to you now than ever before, that’s all. So I feel like...like I can actually tell you and, um, and…that m-maybe Kacchan likes me too.”

Katsuki didn’t know how to respond to that. He’d never been confessed to before, so he had no idea what to say or do. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Deku on some level - they’d become proper rivals now, and they were as close to being friends again as they’d ever been. Things weren’t perfect between them, but they both understood each other’s perspectives now. He knew Deku’s doubts, strengths, and struggles. And Deku knew all of Katsuki’s. And they accepted each other anyway - kept striving for the same goal. 

But there was still one thing stuck in his mind. One thing that just didn’t fucking add up.

“If you like me so much, why don’t you care about drinking another omega’s milk?” Katsuki asked bitterly.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Everyone else says mine’s the best. But you don’t seem to give a shit. You always say it tastes good, no matter whose milk it is.”

Fuck. When he said it outloud, he just sounded like a whiny little kid. He sounded jealous and stupid. Why did it matter so much to him that Deku liked his fucking milk?

“Kacchan...I just said that to make you feel better about the program. Of course Kacchan has the best milk! Kacchan has the best everything! I don’t want to drink anyone else’s milk, but it’s not up to me,” Deku sighed. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. I was trying to do the opposite, I swear!”

Well, shit. That actually fucking made sense. Leave it to Deku to try and put on a brave face and end up pissing Katsuki off like usual. 

“Whatever,” he huffed, as if it didn’t matter.

But it did matter. Honestly, he felt relieved. Deku liked his milk. Deku liked... him. Was that really possible? Over the last few weeks, it had felt like Deku was slipping away from him. Running past him too fast to catch. But now that same warm hand was reaching out to him yet again.

“Kacchan’s so amazing, and every time I see you with someone else, or hear about sleepovers and lunch dates, I...,” Deku hesitated, green eyes swimming with tears again. “I get so worried that I’ll be too late.”

“Too late?” Katsuki breathed, confused once more because he had 100 percent never been on a fucking ‘lunch date’ in his life - or any date for that matter - and the sleepover at Todoroki’s was just as platonic friends, like he and Deku used to do as kids.

Deku paused the autoplay on his laptop and turned to face the omega, a somber expression on his face. Katsuki found himself holding his breath. He wasn’t prepared for something like this. No one had ever expressed interest in him before. He didn’t know how to handle it. He wanted to write it off as a joke or something, but Deku’s face was serious and his scent was nervous and hopeful. Oh fuck. Was Deku going to go on some long-winded explanation about his feelings? Katsuki definitely couldn’t handle that right now. He wasn’t good with feelings.

“Too late to ask you something really important,” Deku explained. “W-Will you go out with me, Kacchan?”

Holy shit.

He wasn’t expecting that. So this new side of Deku he’d been seeing lately, particularly around Todoroki, was jealousy? Which didn’t make any sense, because Katsuki didn’t even like Todoroki like that, he liked-

Oh.

Of course. No wonder he’d been so upset when Deku had started to pull ahead and leave him behind. Or why he hated the idea of Deku drinking another omega’s milk. Deku was his. For better or for worse, Deku had always been his.

His feelings were complicated though, as they always were when it came to Deku. He liked Deku more than his other alphas. Trusted him more. Believed in him more. Was that love? It didn’t feel like love. It didn’t feel like...enough. Because Deku also scared him with his self-sacrificing ways. And just being around Deku made Katsuki feel like a failure sometimes. The nerd got everything lately - a great quirk, presenting as an alpha, All Might as his private mentor. While Katsuki got needy alphas and pain. Since enrolling at UA, it’d been one misstep after another. Would this be another one? Dating Deku? Someone who could hurt him more than anyone else? Someone who was outpacing him? 

Maybe. 

But he didn’t want to lose Deku either. Not now. Not when it felt like he was losing everyone and everything else. Being around Deku was nice. He felt safe. Comfortable. It went way beyond how he felt around his other alphas. He didn’t have to hide anything around Deku. He didn’t have to hold back and neither did Deku. They both knew everything there was to know about each other. Was that love? Was that enough?

“I’m not sure I’m ready,” he admitted quietly. “But I don’t...hate you, or whatever.”

Deku reached out a scarred hand and gently grasped one of Katsuki’s own. Katsuki stared at their joined hands for a long time. He had slapped that hand away countless times. Denying Deku’s help. Pushing the nerd away. Pushing his own feelings away. Maybe, for once, it might be nice to just allow it. If Deku liked him - actually really liked him despite all his weaknesses and misdeeds - then couldn’t he at least try? And after weeks of having no one in his arms, even this small attempt at physical intimacy felt...nice. Deku’s hand was a bit smaller than his, but it was warm and their palms and thumbs fit together just right. 

“That’s okay. I’ll wait,” Deku replied with a watery smile. “I’ll always be by Kacchan’s side, no matter what.”

Deku pushed play to resume the episode and they watched it. And then another. And another.

They held hands until Katsuki’s growling stomach reminded them about dinner.

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A few days later, Katsuki still hadn’t given an answer to Deku. The alpha had insisted it was fine and that he was truly okay with being patient, but Katsuki felt conflicted. He just couldn’t seem to make up his mind on what he wanted. 

It wasn’t like he hated Deku or anything. He never had, despite how he may have acted during middle school and even early on at UA. He was mostly just intimidated by Deku’s self-sacrificing nature. That kind of behavior confused Katsuki. He understood what it meant to be tough and to stand your ground, but Deku took it to the next level. Breaking his bones and racing in without a solid plan or idea. It wasn’t how Katsuki preferred to do things. While he came off as a brash, headstrong asshole, Katsuki actually spent a lot of time thinking things through and second-guessing himself and others. 

A small part of him was also still doubting Deku’s feelings. How much of it was really the nerd and how much was just his alpha instincts? Sure the kiss and the hand holding had been fine. Good, even. But wasn’t love supposed to be some big thing? Like fireworks or a sudden burst of emotion? That’s how it always looked in the movies or on TV. Love at first sight or something. That’s even how his mom explained it and why she’d pursued his dad so intensely. 

Deku had never been this jealous or territorial before either. As children, Deku had always been willing to share toys or playground equipment. And while he had spent most of his time with Deku in preschool and early elementary school, they’d had other little friends too. Deku never seemed to get mad at any of them for hanging out with Katsuki. Granted, only Deku was allowed over for sleepovers, but that was just because Katsuki’s parents knew Auntie Inko. 

So yeah, the jealousy was definitely new. Surely that was due to Deku’s alpha instincts, right? Katsuki knew that his own pheromones were probably a bit confusing lately. He was often feeling angry or upset, so no doubt the alphas and omegas around him could smell it. Deku was so new to the world of pheromones and alpha instincts - what if he was just confused and had imprinted too strongly on Katsuki or something by mistake? Perhaps it had something to do with the bite? It was long healed now, but there was a chance the incident had crossed some wires in Deku’s dumb alpha brain.

And sure, maybe Deku smelled the best of all the alphas. And maybe Katsuki found him more endearing than he did annoying, at least the last couple of months. And maybe he knew that Deku was smart and brave and strong and trustworthy. It was just hard to believe someone so...purely good and kindhearted would like someone so...not. It definitely made sense for him to like Deku, but it didn’t make much sense for Deku to like him. He’d bullied Deku back in middle school. Had said terrible things to him. Had straight up ignored him more often than not. They had only just recently started to patch things up between them.

And yet, Deku had kissed him. Had held his hand. Had sat by Katsuki at meal after meal lately and given him bites off the alpha’s own plate. Practically every few minutes, Katsuki would find another morsel of food on his tray from the blushing alpha. And yeah, he ate them all. Because he was hungry! And maybe he’d bought some breath mints that smelled kind of like Deku. Because he ate spicy food and didn’t want bad breath! 

Damn, life was suddenly so complicated. What the hell, Deku was supposed to be the confused one, not him! 

As Katsuki sat there, the milk machine pumping away at his chest, he sighed. He knew that he should probably talk to someone about this, but who? His friends would just laugh or make things awkward, and none of them had any real dating experience anyway. Aizawa didn’t strike him as a romantic person, nor did All Might. They were both single well into their adulthoods. Which wasn’t bad, but not exactly the kind of advice he needed. Besides, Aizawa was still on his shit-list for talking to Shinsou about feeding from Katsuki and potentially ruining the anonymity of the milk program.

And he didn’t want to ask any of his other alphas, because tensions were still rather high. He didn’t want to start some jealousy-fueled competition or something. It’d been several weeks since the milk program started and violence and outbursts were down, but alpha aggression was still alive and well. Bumping shoulders in the hallway, spars that went too far, nasty pheromones that reeked even without the added ozone, brawls in the dorms. It was starting to reach a fever pitch, but none of the staff seemed to notice. Everything happened between classes or outside of school. 

It wasn’t just the alphas either. Lately, the milking room was also the crying room. Half the omegas spent their sessions there wiping at tears and trying to explain that they didn’t know why they were crying. 

Katsuki knew why. This system, it wasn’t enough. There’s a reason no one had ever successfully bottled and sold omega milk before. Because it wasn’t just about the milk. It was an entire intrinsic exchange. Of pheromones, of endorphins, of trust. This program went against everything he’d ever learned from his dad and alpha/omega textbooks. It wasn’t natural.

He didn’t cry during milking, but he did cry in his room sometimes. Buried deep in his nest so no one would hear him. And it was so hard not to text an alpha to come drink, just so he could calm down. Feeding directly was like a crutch - a drug - and he hated it. He hated that his body craved it now. The two omegas who had never fed directly before didn’t cry. In fact, they both mostly looked confused. That should have been him. If only his stupid instincts hadn’t kicked in back then. If he had just ignored Aizawa’s plight. And Iida’s. And Todoroki’s. And Inasa’s. And Deku’s. 

Only, the mere thought of that made him feel even worse. 

At lunch, Katsuki made up his mind to call his dad after dinner. Masaru had gone through something similar - a sudden confession and the pressure to respond. And they were both male omegas with similar perspectives. And even though his dad was old school and out of touch, surely love was mostly the same regardless of age? And it wasn’t like Katsuki had to put any of his old man’s advice to use. It would just be good to hear his voice and get another opinion.

Standing up, Katsuki emptied his tray and headed towards the exit. Knowing that a call with his dad could last quite awhile, he wanted to get a jumpstart on his homework. May as well head back to class and use his downtime efficiently. He’d also left his blazer there since it was warmer today and he didn’t give a shit about the dress code. Staff members were too busy giving him punishments and detention for his explosions and outbursts, not his missing necktie or unbuttoned shirt. It wasn’t even his fault, the top buttons didn’t reach anymore. His damn tits were too big, even when drained of milk.

As he rounded the corner, he heard something wet go SPLORCH and found himself suddenly pinned to the wall by masses of goop coating his hands and wrists. Looking down, he tried to pull his arms free, but his hands were stuck to the wall, caught in globs of green slime. His mind went straight to the villain from middle school and he shouted, trying to blast it off. The sweat on his palms failed to ignite due to the slime. 

“Got him!” someone called out triumphantly and Katsuki’s head whipped up.

Standing several yards away was a student he didn't recognize, scentless and grinning maniacally. The teen was pudgy, with black hair that hung around his face in greasy tendrils. The beta’s hands were secreting the same goop that currently held Katsuki captive. Howling in rage, Katsuki tried to kick off the wall, but couldn’t pull free from the sticky shit holding him in place. 

“No use trying to escape,” a deeper voice drawled from the doorway to the beta’s left. “His quirk is quite useful, it turns out.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, recognizing the dog alpha from the lunchroom all those weeks ago. As the door opened wider, he caught the scents of at least three other alphas. Only one was familiar - the fucking screwdriver asshole from the library. 

“You’re fuckin’ DEAD!” Katsuki yelled, trying again to explode himself free as he wrenched his body this way and that to try and loosen the goo.

“Word around the school is that your milk’s the best,” Dogbreath said as he stepped forward.

“FUCK OFF!”

“Quick before sssomeone comesss,” one of the other alphas hissed, this one with two red horns curling up from his bald head, and a forked tongue darting between his teeth. 

Who were these freaks?! A devil, a dog, screwdrivers, slime. And god only knew what the last alpha looked like, that fucker was still hidden past the doorway. Katsuki could smell him, but that was it. The gooey kid looked young, but the alphas were all more mature and likely third year students. 

“Shut him up and bring him in here,” Dogbreath snapped. 

Katsuki tried to come up with a plan, but no matter what he did, his hands wouldn’t come out of the goop. It wasn’t like the sludge villain’s oozing slime, this was much thicker and stickier, and it stayed where it landed. It was more akin to Mineta’s quirk, only worse. Like his hands were actually stuck inside the stupid balls.

The pudgy kid and Screwloose approached. A glob of slime was swiped over Katsuki’s mouth, sealing it shut. Next, Katsuki’s hands were carefully freed from the wall, but not the masses of slime. Katsuki growled and tried to lunge away, but the alpha held him back and pressed those stupid screwdriver pinkies into the sides of Katuski’s neck. It hurt like a bitch and he could feel himself starting to panic as the scent of blood hit the air.

He was herded slowly into the deserted classroom, even as he attempted to struggle and fight his way free. The screwdrivers nicked at his skin several times and he tried to scream, but the slime on his lips held tight and the sound was muffled. Dogbreath and Deviltongue joined in, shoving and manhandling him without care.

Eventually, he was wrestled into their preferred position - with his back flat on a desk and his arms bent around underneath where his hands were stuck to the bottom of it with goo, holding him in place. He tried to twist himself free, but the slime held. Next, he tried to kick at his attackers, but they fixed that with more goop, sticking his feet and ankles to the legs of the desk. 

The mystery alpha had light brown hair and no discernable quirk, but he grinned down at Katsuki like the omega was a piece of meat. The guy was holding Katsuki still, even though he was already mired down with heavy slime.

“Run along, beta,” Dogbreath said once Katsuki was secure. “Back to your post.”

“Y-Yes!” Gooboy replied, leaving the room and closing the door.

Katsuki could hear the kid running around the corner, towards the lunchroom. Fuck. That meant the slimy shit was probably going to keep an eye out and stop anyone who came this way. Katsuki was in this alone now and he knew what the alphas wanted. Or at least part of it: milk.

And yeah, society had some fucked up rules when it came to milk. So many shitty loopholes in the law for alphas. How if an alpha was in a true state of need, they could just take it with no real repercussions unless the omega was grievously injured or killed. But these assholes had a steady supply of milk. Even if the amount wasn’t perfect, they weren’t in dire need or at the risk of going feral. This was illegal - it was wrong.

“Now, I think it’s time we had a taste for ourselves,” Dogbreath said with a grin. “Hold him.”

“Fuck, he looks full enough to pop,” Screwloose drawled. 

Hands descended to his shoulders, keeping him flat and unable to wiggle even an inch. He tried biting, but the gunk on his face only smeared more and started clogging one of his nostrils too. It hit him then, that he could die here. And these fuckers might not even notice or care. The slime kid was gone, meaning no one could free him. Hell, maybe killing him was their plan after they had their fill. Suddenly he hoped that milk was all they wanted.

It felt like he was back in the clutches of the sludge villain or the League. No matter what he did, he always seemed to find himself getting trussed up or restrained in some way. Sludge, cuffs, a muzzle, a capture weapon. He was always getting caught. Always proving to himself and everyone around just how weak he was. There was no way any of these extras were hero class students. Their quirks were all shit, except the slime kid. And yet, he’d still lost to them.

His shirt was torn open and then his compression band was tugged downwards, revealing his chest. The bandages on his nipples were ripped off hastily, bringing tears to Katsuki’s eyes and causing his back to arch up in pain. He thrashed his head back and forth, bucking his hips and trying to break free from their hold. He’d been milked that morning and even now, several hours later, he didn’t have enough to feed one alpha fully, let alone four. 

“There we go,” crowed Dogbreath as he tossed aside the balled up bandages. “Let’s hope you taste as good as you look.”

“Daaaamn, his tits look like last month’s Milk Maid centerfold!” the mystery alpha said with a glint in his eyes. 

Being compared to a fucking omega porn magazine barely even registered to Katsuki as he continued to try and break free. His hands were stuck at an awkward angle, so he focused more on his legs. The damn things wouldn’t budge, and the alphas were holding the desk still as he started moving it around with his flailing. His own distressed, angry scent permeated the room, but the alphas didn’t seem to care.

Dogbreath descended upon him, latching onto one of his aching nipples and sucking harshly. Milk flowed out readily and the alpha groaned, his hands holding down Katsuki’s hips as the omega continued to writhe around. Fuck, it hurt! His nipples were in no shape to be fed from right now, and the bastard’s teeth were sharp. Dogbreath didn’t even try to be careful, just swallowing greedy mouthfuls and nicking at Katsuki’s sensitive skin.

“Even hisss air tastesss sssweet,” said Deviltongue, bending down and flicking his long, creepy tongue at Katsuki’s other nipple. 

“We were right, it’s him,” declared Dogbreath after several gulps. “Fuck, it’s so much better straight from the tap.”

“Seems you’re useful for something after all, omega,” Screwloose whispered into Katsuki’s ear. 

After that, the alphas took turns drinking from him. Deviltongue was the worst by far, wrapping his gross ass forked tongue around Katsuki’s nipple while he drank. The omega would have thrown up if he could, but the slime covering his mouth kept everything except for muffled noises contained. He felt more tears leaking down his face, but still glared at the alphas and kept fighting every second, even as they held him down. The endorphins were there despite the pain, but he shoved them aside in his fear and anger. He refused to give up or give in.

“Too bad they pumped him dry this morning,” Mysterio lamented. “I want more.”

Dogbreath grinned and took his place at Katsuki’s chest again, suckling down the last drops until it hurt. He whined and tried to wiggle away, but there was nowhere to go. The alpha laughed and twisted Katsuki’s puffy nipples cruelly with his fingers.

“How about it, omega? Quit the program and feed us instead,” Dogbreath offered. “The bottled shit isn’t enough and you taste the best by far.”

Katsuki was horrified to feel how flattered that statement made his inner omega. How did it have a million milking instincts, but no survival ones beyond pack bonding with ‘good’ alphas?!

Attempting to thrash about, Katsuki shook his head and tried for the millionth time to ignite his palms. How long did this gooey shit last?! His mind was filled with the sludge villain again as he started to panic, breathing harshly through only one nostril. He was stuck. He was going to die here. Exposed and alone. How had he been at UA for months and not grown any stronger since that day he was attacked in middle school? How?!

In his squirming, he could feel his pants starting to slip. Without an alpha’s hands on his waist, the goo was tugging at his pants and pulling them lower with every movement he made. His chest and abdomen were already bare, but now he was exposing the top of his hip bones too. Fuck, maybe even a bit of his panties were showing by now. 

“Y’know,” said Screwloose, dragging a finger down past Katsuki’s navel. “Maybe omegas do have another use.”

The air changed then. The alphas morphed from thirsty to aroused in an instant. Katsuki snapped his thighs shut and thrashed even harder. No. No!

“I think you’re right,” Dogbreath hummed, groping at Katsuki’s crotch and squeezing tightly.

“Aw fuck,” breathed Mysterio. “I bet he tastes just as good down there.”

“I bet he’s got a tiny fucking dick,” commented Screwloose with a laugh. “That would explain his anger issues.”

“Who’sss looking at hisss dick?” scoffed Deviltongue. “Let’sss sssee that pusssssy.”

He could feel their eyes on him and threw up in his mouth, the slime forcing it right back down. Katsuki screamed despite the burning in his throat, trying to squeeze his legs closed even as two sets of hands moved to pry them open. It hurt, their fingers digging into his flesh cruelly. If his pants went any lower, his panties would be fully exposed. They were light blue today. Bikini cut. Nothing fancy, but a bit sheer just due to the color. They’d see the imprint of his dick, maybe even the lips of his pussy through them. There’d be no stopping the alphas then.

“Me first,” Dogbreath snarled, reaching for his own pants.

“Fuck that!” Screwloose shouted. 

The alphas started snapping at each other, releasing their holds on the omega as they fought for who got to fuck him first. Lunging to the side, Katsuki almost managed to tip the desk over, but Mysterio stopped it. The alphas turned back to him at the clattering sound, doubling down on their efforts to spread his legs and tug his pants off. Katsuki’s mind was overwhelmed with fear. He could feel himself shaking. He was a virgin, how was he supposed to survive four over-eager alphas?

His pants were tugged down to mid-thigh, revealing his scanty underwear and the curvy omega hips he always tried to hide with baggy clothes. Hands were all over him in an instant, pinching and squeezing. The alphas were talking, but he felt like he was reeling from the aftershocks of a grenade. No sounds, only pressure and smoke. That fucking long, gross tongue was back, slithering around his belly button and then down, down, down. He kept his legs closed, but only just barely. He hated it. He wanted them all to die. He wanted to explode the entire fucking room. The school. 

He felt fingers pulling down one side of his panties while four hands wrenched open his legs. It hurt. He didn’t want this. He was so fucking scared. He threw up again and was forced to swallow it right back down. Something unzipped. Something else tore a bit, stitches popping. Fingers brushed over his pussy, digging into the top of his slit through his panties. The room smelled like fear and pure alpha lust. Why him? Why why why-

“CODE RED,” screeched a harried voice from somewhere far outside the room. 

Apparently, that meant something to the alphas because they all froze and then scrambled to run out of the room through the side door. He could hear one of them tripping over their loose pants. And then the door slammed shut and they were gone. Just like that. 

Katsuki sagged in relief, crying and choking as he tried to get in enough air for the panic attack that threatened to flood his body. 

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“BAKUGOU?!” came a familiar, loud voice accompanied by the roaring of engines.

The main door to the classroom burst open and Katsuki stopped his struggling to look over at Iida. The alpha’s nostrils were flared, eyes wide and crazed. In an instant, Iida raced to his side, tugging Katsuki’s clothes back into place even as he scanned the area and snarled at the lingering pheromones. Iida attempted to pull the omega’s legs free from the desk, but the goo still wouldn’t budge. Katsuki whined.

“Oh my god,” someone breathed from the doorway.

Katsuki looked over and saw Ashido standing there, panting slightly and uniform a bit rumpled. 

“He’s being held down by that same slime we saw in the hallway,” Iida explained and Ashido rushed over.

Making quick work of it, the beta used her acid to carefully clear the goop off Katsuki’s face before moving on to extract Katsuki’s hands and feet from the slime. Once Katsuki was free, Iida helped him sit up. The alpha wrapped his own blazer around the omega. That’s when Katsuki realized he was shaking, so he pulled the too-big jacket tightly around himself. 

“Bakugou, who did this to you?” Ashido asked as she melted off the remaining globs of goo from his pants and shoes.

Katsuki was still in shock, though an overwhelming sense of embarrassment flooded him upon realizing that he was going to have to tell people what happened. That he’d been bested by five idiots who weren’t even in the hero course. That four of them had held him down, drained him dry of milk in a matter of minutes, and then fought about who got to fuck him first. That they’d felt him up and tried to strip him. His pride refused to let anyone know. He could feel the bruises from their greedy hands already forming, and his embarrassment flared into rage.

Thankfully, only Iida had seen the state of Katsuki’s undress. Katsuki had to make sure the goody-two-shoes didn’t tell anyone.

“I know it was alphas. Probably more than one,” Iida said firmly, rubbing at Katsuki’s arms a bit since the omega was still shivering. “I can smell their pheromones.”

Shaking his head, Katsuki covered his face with his hands and tried not to cry. Except, fuck, he was already crying. He couldn’t even imagine what he looked like right now, but he felt cold and small. He could still feel the other alphas’ hands on him. And that fucking tongue. 

“Go get Aizawa-sensei,” Iida commanded.

“What? No way, you should go! You’re way faster!” Ashido argued, hugging at Katsuki’s arm.

Iida growled, an ominously deep sound in his chest. “I can’t leave him right now and we shouldn’t move him yet either. My instincts are screaming at me, demanding that I keep him safe. But we need help. Ashido, please.”

The scent of calming pheromones hit him and Katsuki turned towards Iida and buried his face in the alpha’s chest. He tried to ignore the other scents in the room and focused on Iida’s recognizable pheromones and cologne. At the moment, Ashido was a non-entity to him. What could a beta possibly do to comfort him? His inner omega demanded his alphas to keep him safe. Iida was strong and brave and warm, so warm.

“O-Okay, I’ll go. Hang in there, Bakugou,” Ashido said, patting his shoulder and then skating quickly out of the room on her special blend of slippery acid.

Once she was gone, Iida hugged Katsuki to his chest and pushed a large hand through fluffy blond spikes. Well, he tried to. There was slime up there too, apparently. Katsuki sobbed and clutched tightly at the alpha. He wanted to go to his room. Wanted to hide in his nest and forget any of this had ever happened.

To his credit, Iida didn’t talk or ask any questions. He just rocked Katsuki back and forth, petting his hair and getting out all the gunk he could. Normally, Katsuki would’ve snapped at the alpha or shoved him away. But right now he needed the comfort of someone strong and familiar. He wanted to feed the alpha and get some endorphins in return, but he knew he was empty. And there’d been no endorphins from the attack. When Endeavor or even Deku had held him still and drank from him, there’d been endorphins to subdue him. His inner omega had wanted to feed the worthy alphas, even if it hurt. But his attackers just now weren’t worthy. There had been no endorphins. No calming pheromones. Instead, his body had gone into complete panic mode. 

Aizawa ran in the room, his scent angry and worried. Katsuki whined and finally lifted his face from Iida’s chest so he could turn and look at his teacher. Aizawa looked pissed, mouth set in a firm line.

“Are you alright? What happened?” Aizawa asked, placing a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder.

Katsuki shook his head, hiding against Iida once more. The younger alpha sighed and patted his head.

“He hasn’t spoken since we found him,” Iida admitted. “When I noticed Katsuki was late coming back from lunch, I went to find him and Ashido came along since she saw him leave lunch early. On the way here, we ran across some slime-like substance in the hallways that stuck our shoes to the ground. Ashido was able to get us free and tried to find the culprit while I ran for Bakugou after I caught his distressed scent.”

“And?”

“And someone shouted out in the hallway. By the time I found the right door, Bakugou was alone in here and stuck to the desk with that same slime,” Iida said, pointing to the remaining globs of goo on the desk and floor. “I smelled several unfamiliar alpha scents, but I don’t know how many total or who they are.”

“Ashido said she didn’t find the slime culprit. That she turned around after she heard your engines start up,” Aizawa sighed, running a hand down his face. “Bakugou, you have to help us out here. Who was it?”

Katsuki shook his head and hugged Iida even closer. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to admit what had happened. Every time he got captured and hurt, bad things happened to other people too. Deku’s teary face and that burnt alleyway back in middle school. All Might and Best Jeanist in Kamino Ward. No, he couldn’t say anything. Wouldn’t. He just wanted to forget it ever happened. 

“I don’t have names, but I’ve heard some alphas in the milk line complaining about the limited supply and demanding a specific omega’s milk,” Iida said. “They didn’t know it was Bakugou’s, they just asked for the ‘sweet one.’”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Aizawa snarled. “Who else would know how Bakugou tastes outside of 1-A?”

“Sorry, sir. Todoroki, Midoriya, and I have all heard it over the last few weeks. Since the alphas in question didn’t know it was Bakugou, I assumed it wouldn’t be an issue. I see now how wrong I was.”

Hearing all this for the first time, Katsuki immediately blamed Shinsou. The purple-haired freak had put together that the best milk was Bakugou’s thanks to Aizawa’s own slip-up and close relationship to the general studies student. Even if Aizawa never mentioned Katsuki’s name specifically, there were only so many omegas around. And only one in the hero course. And only one with a quirk that smelled sweet like fucking caramel. 

“I’ve heard mutterings too,” Aizawa admitted. “Never about specific omegas, but about alphas not being happy with the amount in the bottles. I always shut it down, and we haven’t had any issues since the program started.”

“I tried to do that, sir. Unfortunately, no one outside of 1-A seems to care about the role of Class Rep.”

“Bakugou, who was it? There’s no use trying to defend them. I can assume what happened here. Tell me.”

Katsuki refused.

“Iida, can you step out of the room for a moment?” Aizawa asked.

“Sir, my instincts-”

“Fight them. That’s your job as a hero, Iida.”

Iida grunted but slowly unwrapped his arms from Katsuki and then pushed the omega away gently. Katsuki whimpered and tried to hold on, but Iida stepped back and left the room before he could get a good grip. Aizawa reached for him instead and after a moment’s hesitation, Katsuki threw himself into the older alpha’s arms and held on tight.

“Bakugou,” Aizawa sighed quietly, petting at Katsuki’s hair. “Tell me who did this to you.”

He shook his head again. He didn’t want to think about them. He didn’t know their names or what classes they were in. And above all else, he didn’t want to admit his own weakness. Being held captive. Again. And this time, almost falling victim to an even worse crime. A crime his father had always warned him about. Hell, even Recovery Girl had warned him about this very thing. Alphas couldn’t control themselves. He should have been more careful and on guard. It’s just...Katsuki never thought it could happen to someone like him. He was going to be a fucking hero! He had a strong quirk! But it didn’t matter. They’d almost, almost-

“If you don’t, they’ll get away with it,” Aizawa warned. “They may even attack some of the other omegas. You’re hardly the only target.”

That thought gave Katsuki pause. His rational mind finally overpowered the cowering omega battling for dominance and he growled, popping off some explosions. He wasn’t going to give into fear. Not yet. Once he was in his nest, he could break down. But not here. Not in front of the teacher who actually fucking believed in him and his potential to be great.

“I’ll handle it on my own, Sensei,” he rasped, throat fucked from all the muted screaming he’d done.

“Bakugou,” Aizawa’s tone was dark, though his pheromones were still calming and gentle. “I’m your teacher, I’m here to help. Tell me who did it.”

“No.”

“I know you’re scared and angry, it’s okay. Just tell me. Even if you don’t have names, describe them and I’ll make sure they get the punishment they deserve.”

“M’not scared,” Katsuki said quietly, though he was still shaking and clutching at Aizawa like a babe.

Aizawa hugged the omega to his chest and sighed again, heavily this time. He rocked Katsuki back and forth a few times, but the blond stayed stiff and didn’t give in to the temptation to relax. While he appreciated the alpha’s presence, he didn’t really trust Aizawa right now. If the alpha had let the secret about Bakugou tasting the best slip to one person, wasn’t it possible that more people figured it out from that too? Or that Shinsou had probably told other people?

“Alright, fine. For now, I’ll have Iida walk you back to the dorms. We’ll be launching an investigation. If I hear of you interfering or trying to go out on your own to hunt these alphas down, you’ll be in big trouble. Let the pros handle it. I don’t want anything else bad happening to you.”

His teacher stepped away and opened the door to talk quietly with Iida. Katsuki took the time to actually put on Iida’s blazer, surprised to see how much bigger the alpha’s was than his own. The sleeves were way too long, the tips of his fingers barely peeked out the bottom. Standing up, he found his legs to be a bit wobbly, but managed to walk over to the alphas. Iida wrapped an arm around the Katsuki’s shoulders and escorted him to the dorms. Since it was during class, the hallways were blissfully empty.

Katsuki wanted to plan his revenge on the quiet walk across campus, but his brain was swirling with fear, self-hatred, and doubt. He couldn’t seem to string together a coherent thought. The panic attack he’d fought off before was attempting to make a reappearance. The more rational part of his mind was being taken over by his inner omega again. And he was just tired enough to let it win.

They stopped at the bathroom first and Katsuki quickly showered, scrubbing harshly at his skin and working the rest of the goo out of his hair. He changed into a t-shirt and sweats before rejoining Iida in the waiting area. He didn’t say it, but he felt safer with the alpha keeping watch. Iida put some bandaids on his neck and then they headed for the elevator.

When they finally arrived at his room, Katsuki made a beeline for his nest and crawled inside. He felt calmer right away, his breathing slowing down and his heart rate evening out. Sticking out his face, he watched as Iida locked the door and then stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Is it okay if I stay with you?” Iida asked, looking ready to fight for the right to stay if Katsuki refused him.

“Mm.”

Iida smiled at him, clearly pleased to finally hear the omega vocalize something.

“Do you need anything? Water? Food? More blankets for your nest?” the alpha offered.

All of the above, Katsuki wanted to say. But he also didn’t want the alpha to leave. He couldn’t handle being alone right now. He was so afraid the bad alphas would return. He could still feel that forked tongue wrapped around his nipples and sliding over his hip bones. Could still smell their angry, aroused scents. The bruises on his thighs throbbed in time with his sore pecs and the tiny stab wounds on his neck. He felt used and abused. But he was so, so grateful that they hadn’t been able to go any further. Iida and Ashido had found him in time.

The fact that he had to be thankful for others grated at him, but he wasn’t as young and stupid as he’d once been. He knew the importance of teamwork and friends now. Without Iida’s speed, they may have been too late. Without Ashido’s acid, he may still have been stuck to the desk until they found some other method or quirk to help. 

And he knew that if he just told Aizawa or Iida who did it, he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. He could describe Gooboy, Dogbreath, Deviltongue, and Screwloose well enough thanks to their quirks and mutations. Mysterio would be harder - all he had was a hair color and face. And now that he had calmed down, he realized that he barely remembered what they looked like besides the obvious. As time went on, he was sure they would become blurrier and blurrier in his mind. Trauma tended to do that to him. Certain aspects stood out vividly - his shirt being ripped open, the tongue on his nipple, the fingers digging into his thighs, Dogbreath’s manic grin, the fear of flashing his panties, the sound of a zipper. The rest was more faded already. He’d been so focused on getting away and trying to breathe instead of memorizing details or Mysterio’s bland features.

Now that the adrenaline had disappeared, he was exhausted. Yawning, he hugged at the tattered remains of the baby blanket from his childhood. Normally, it was hidden beneath his pillow, but he needed the extra comfort today. Once upon a time, the blanket had been pastel orange and fuzzy. Now it was a matted gray, well-loved and still smelling slightly like home.

Iida walked over and sat on the floor with his back leaning against Katsuki’s bed. The alpha grabbed one of Katsuki’s manga from the nearby shelf and started to read. Readjusting in his nest, Katsuki laid so his head was near Iida’s. 

“Don’t tell anyone about what you saw when you came in,” he said quietly, throat still raw. “Not even Sensei.”

“Alright.”

Katsuki had expected to have to fight Iida to keep his state of undress a secret. He forgot how intense Iida could get. While all of his class had been in their fair share of fights, only Iida had broken protocol to try and fucking kill a guy - Hero Killer: Stain. Had been planning it for weeks, no doubt. Maybe longer, considering his brother’s condition. 

Yeah, Katsuki could trust Iida with a secret like this. Iida understood revenge. 

He found himself falling asleep to the sound of deep alpha rumbles and turning pages. Every so often, Iida’s hand would ruffle spiky hair and Katsuki would purr in his sleep.

Waking up a few hours later, Katsuki stretched and mewled in comfort. His mind still foggy with sleep, for a moment he forgot what had happened earlier. All he knew was that he was hungry and thirsty.

“Bakugou?” Iida asked, tilting his head back to look up at him.

“M’hungry,” Katsuki mumbled, shifting around in bed. 

“Want me to go get you some food?” the alpha offered, putting away the book in his hands and standing up. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Fast?” Katsuki asked around a yawn.

“Yes, that’s me. Fast.”

Katsuki was about to nod when there was a loud knock on the door. His eyes flew open wide and he yelped, hiding his face in his blanket and burying himself deeper into his nest. He remembered now. Why he was scared. Why he was so tired. Why he was sore all over, especially his shoulders and hips. Why his chest and neck and thighs had shooting pains.

“Who is it?” Iida barked, stepping towards the door defensively.

“Iida?! Is Kacchan okay?!” Deku shouted, still banging on the door frantically as he spoke faster and faster. “Kacchan never came back to class. I tried to come find him, but Aizawa-sensei tied me to my desk all afternoon and told me one problem child was enough for today. What does that mean?! Why did Ashido look so shaken up? Why did she smell like Kacchan? Is Kacchan in there with you, Iida? Please let me in!”

“I’m here too,” drawled Todoroki.

“Do you want them to come in?” Iida asked quietly as Deku’s panicked voice went on and on with more questions. “I can make them leave.”

Katsuki’s face appeared amidst the layered blankets and linens of his nest. He wanted Deku. He wanted more alphas to keep him safe. Maybe they brought food. 

“Safe?” he breathed.

“Yes, they’re safe. I can always kick them out later.”

“‘Kay.”

Nodding, Iida walked to the door and cracked it open. Deku shoved inside immediately, green lightning crackling around him. Iida held the door open for Todoroki and then closed and locked the door. Deku made a beeline straight for Katsuki, holding out a bottle of water and a bag of spicy snack crackers.

“Kacchan…”

Tugging at Deku’s arm, Katsuki forced the alpha to kneel by the bed. Katsuki snatched up the offerings and then slipped below his blankets to devour them. He felt a little better now, knowing that Deku was nearby and keeping watch. He liked Iida just fine, but he trusted Deku more.

“He made a nest,” Todoroki stated blankly, still standing by the door.

“It was already here, actually,” Iida said as he and Todoroki sat down at Katsuki’s low table with more water and food. 

Wolfing down his bag of crackers, Katsuki was soon given more snacks and another bottle of water by Deku. Once satisfied, Katsuki curled up in his nest. After the alphas were done eating, Iida and Todoroki came to sit by Deku, leaning their backs against the bed. Deku was still facing the nest, sitting cross legged on the floor and resting his elbows on the mattress. Katsuki held one of the freckled alpha’s hands tightly, the other still clutching at his baby blanket.

The air smelled like guilt and worry. Katsuki whined and squeezed Deku’s hand way too hard. The alpha didn’t even flinch, he just gently squeezed right back. Katsuki felt weak and stupid. He was acting on instinct and knew that he needed to be more decisive and mature about this, but his inner omega fought him every step of the way. He was only just barely denying the alphas from joining him in his nest. It wasn’t big enough for four teenagers, but his omega didn’t care about that. It wanted them in here with him. It wanted to feed them all and bask in the glow of shared pheromones and protection.

He hated how weak and shaky he felt, even though the attack had been hours ago and he was fine. Some new bruises on his pecs and thighs. A few minor cuts on the sides of his neck. Nothing major. Nothing he couldn’t handle. And while the goo had stopped him in his tracks, the other alphas didn’t have hero-level quirks. He could blast them all into space, no problem. And he planned to.

Just as soon as his hands stopped shaking.

As the night went on, the alphas quietly talked amongst themselves. Katsuki drifted in and out of sleep, but didn’t speak even when he was awake. They didn’t talk about anything important, mostly shit about class or their internships. Deku had tried to ask what happened dozens of times, but Iida would just change the topic.

At curfew, Aizawa knocked on the door. 

“Sensei?” Iida asked, holding the door open and looking over at Katsuki.

“You should all go to your own rooms,” Aizawa said. 

“No! I want to stay with Kacchan!” 

“Bakugou needs-”

“Too bad. Go to your rooms. Now.”

The alphas grumbled, but started making their way to the door. Deku was the last to leave the bedside. He leaned down over Katsuki’s nest, squeezing his hand one last time.

“I know you don’t need help, Kacchan,” Deku whispered. “But I won’t let you face this alone - whatever it is.”

With that, everyone filed out of his room and Aizawa closed the door and then locked it from the outside. In that moment, Katsuki hated his teacher. He knew what the man was doing. Forcing Katsuki to be alone, to think things over, to hopefully come to the rational decision of letting the school handle it. To tell Aizawa everything that had happened and who had attacked him.

But he wouldn’t. He already knew what he was going to do. He was done wallowing in pity and giving into his inner omega’s need for comfort and the safety of his pack. Spending the last few hours in his nest surrounded by his alphas had done the trick. He didn’t feel better necessarily, but he felt stronger. 

Pulling out his phone, he texted Kaminari and asked for Shinsou’s number. If anyone in their class had it, it would be that chatty asshole. He had a ton of missed calls and messages, mostly from Deku and Ashido, but he ignored them all. Kaminari responded immediately, asking if he was okay. Katsuki merely repeated his request. When Kaminari asked why, Katsuki lied and said it had something to do with Aizawa. Kaminari sent the number, along with more questions and offers of help.

Katsuki closed out of the conversation and started a new one, asking the purple-haired alpha to meet him after milking the next morning. Shinsou agreed right away.

Curling up in bed, Katsuki hugged his matted baby blanket to his chest and tried to focus on his revenge plan. First, he’d get answers out of Shinsou on who all the alpha had told about Katsuki’s milk being the best. Then he’d track down his attackers and teach them why he was in the hero course and they weren’t. Their quirks were no match for his. 

He’d save Gooboy for last. Maybe that would be the one description he gave up to Aizawa. Not because he was scared or anything. Only because the kid hadn’t actually been part of the attack. He’d just been the trap.

A very effective trap.

The phantom touch of hands and choking slime returned and he cringed, burying himself deeper into his nest. He wanted Deku to come back. He thought about calling the alpha, but decided against it. If he did that, Deku would probably sneak out and try to see him. And then they’d get in trouble, because no doubt Aizawa was keeping a close eye on Katsuki’s room and balcony tonight.

Fuck. Why did he always manage to run straight into the arms of danger and people who wanted to hurt him? Why was he always pushing the good people away?

The answers didn’t come. But the tears did.

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Katsuki felt like shit, but he still got up when a patch of sun hit his face and headed down to take a shower. It was barely even dawn, so no one else was awake yet. He’d expected to trip over Aizawa’s sleeping bag in the hallway, or maybe Deku, but the way was clear. As he scrubbed himself down a bit too forcefully in the shower, he decided not to go for a run. He wanted to preserve his scant energy, just in case. Changing into his uniform, he walked stiffly towards the milking room way too early. No one else in 1-A was up yet, and he only spotted a few people jogging around campus. 

He wasn’t sure who all knew about the incident by now. No doubt Aizawa had told the other staff members, so Midnight would probably be on his case. As he waited for the milking room door to unlock, he wondered if they’d told the other omegas. They deserved to know if omega-focused attacks were going on, but he didn’t want them judging him either. He’d scrubbed himself clean in the shower, but the bruises on his thighs and the shallow cuts on his neck remained. So did the ghostly touches of their hands and that damn goo. Hopefully no one would notice.

Midnight unlocked the door and raised her eyebrows upon seeing him waiting outside. He was usually one of the first to arrive, but never quite this early. Past her, he could see some support students setting up the milking stations and reloading the sanitized bottles into the machines.

“Bakugou,” his teacher greeted and her soft tone indicated that she did, in fact, know. “Come on in.”

Sitting in his normal spot, he hooked himself up to the machine, still not wanting anyone else to do it. His chest was better now, but he still bruised easily and his pale skin showed every single one. He had a few minor nicks from Dogbreath’s teeth, but they weren’t anything serious. He started wolfing down his breakfast the second it was delivered to him

“I’m surprised you came,” Midnight said, bringing him another serving of eggs. “Aizawa should have told you to take a few days off.”

“Tch. I don’t need to be coddled,” he grumbled, focusing on his food. “M’fine.”

“You’re only 16, Bakugou. It’s okay to accept help.”

“I’m gonna be a fuckin’ hero. I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can,” Midnight sighed and poured him some more orange juice. “However, the other omegas may not be able to. As heroes, we must remember how our decisions impact others.”

Katsuki didn’t have a reply to that. He knew his revenge was on a tight time limit. He had to get to the alphas before they aimed for easier fruit. Right now, his goal was to tackle Dogbreath first since he seemed like the leader. But before that: Shinsou. 

He had to know how far this had spread.

After milking, Katsuki saw Shinsou leaning against a wall still drinking from one of the bottles. Aizawa was nowhere in sight, which was great. With a flick of his chin, Katsuki indicated for Shinsou to follow him. The alpha drained the last of the bottle and returned it before stepping in line with the omega.

“Bad vintage today, I’m afraid,” Shinsou said conversationally as they turned the corner at the end of the hallway. 

“What the fuck does that mean?” Katsuki snarled. 

“It means I didn’t get yours.”

Katsuki whirled on Shinsou, shoving the alpha’s back against the wall and keeping his hand in place on the other teen’s chest. He wouldn’t hesitate to blast this asshole.

“How many people have you told about that?” he asked, voice low and harsh.

“What do you mean?” Shinsou asked, raising his hands up in surrender. “I haven’t told anyone. All the alphas in line have ranked the milk, but they don’t know any names.”

“Bullshit.”

“Why? Did something happen?”

“No,” he rushed. “I don’t believe you either, asshole. You told someone, or they overheard you and Sensei.”

“I told you before, I figured it out on my own during a private lesson before the program ever started. Aizawa-sensei didn’t say your name then either, by the way. And we don’t talk in the milk line; he’s too busy disciplining other alphas,” Shinsou explained, not fighting back against Katsuki in the slightest. “I’m sure the alphas in your class keep it mum too. No one wants to put another target on your back, Bakugou.”

Another target? What the fuck did that mean? Katsuki assumed he meant the whole All Might thing, or maybe even the dorm thing. Maybe both. Shit. He did have a lot of targets on his back. School-wide targets. Even being an omega in the hero course had raised some eyebrows at the Sports Festival among the student body. As if he’d stolen someone’s spot. An alpha’s spot. No one cared that he had top marks in the entrance exam or that he ‘won’ the stupid festival. He was an omega and therefore unworthy to some people. And he just kept messing up and being a bad omega and an even worse prospective hero since then. So many mistakes and failures.

“Look, I barely even speak to my classmates,” Shinsou went on. “No one trusts someone with a quirk like mine. They’re too afraid to talk to me or respond. Even my teacher avoids it.” 

Stepping away from the alpha, Katsuki sighed. He didn’t know Shinsou very well, but the guy didn’t seem like a liar. Katsuki knew what it was like to be labeled as a deviant. A villain. For Shinsou, it was his quirk. For Katsuki, it was his shitty personality. Hell, he’d even managed to convince the League, national media, and most of Japan that he was little more than a rabid dog after the Sports Festival. Only Aizawa had believed in him.

But if Shinsou hadn’t told anyone, then how did the other alphas find out? The bottles weren’t labeled and the omegas were milked at the same time, with bottles being sent out at random intervals as they filled up. How had they tracked the sweeter batch back to him? Had they attacked or cornered other omegas too, or was it just a process of elimination and he ended up first on the docket? He’d have to beat up Dogbreath and ask. A small shiver of fear ran through him, but he shoved it aside. After everything he'd faced in life, he wasn’t scared of some fuzzy-eared mutt. Or those teeth. No way.

“Something happened, didn’t it?” Shinsou asked quietly. “You smell sc-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Before Katsuki could launch into a longer tirade of anger, he was interrupted by a sudden commotion from down the hallway. Purple eyes met red and they both turned and ran back towards the milking room.

Skidding to a halt after rounding the corner, Katsuki watched in shock as Mineta of all people was being hauled out of the milking room by Power Loader. The sound of girls screaming and crying cut out as the door slammed shut. Mineta was passed out, likely from Midnight’s quirk.

Katsuki snarled and launched himself forward with some explosions, but Power Loader shouted at him to stay back and that he was taking Mineta to the principal’s office. Katsuki tried checking in at the door, but Midnight told him they weren’t opening it until the girls had calmed down. Upset, Katsuki walked back to Shinsou in a huff. He was pissed. He’d promised to protect the other omegas! And that stupid pervert had snuck in anyway. Shit, the little creep probably waited for Katsuki to leave before he made his attempt.

“Isn’t he from your class?” Shinsou asked as he eyed the small remaining group of alphas still waiting for their milk.

“Yeah. He’s a useless fuckin’ pervert. Of course he’d find a way into a room of topless girls.”

“What? Topless?”

“How’d you think they milked us, idiot? We open our shirts and get hooked up. Not much to see with all the nozzles and shit, but he probably didn’t think that far ahead. He’s obsessed with boobs.” 

“Ah. Not really my thing,” Shinsou said with a small grin and Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Either way, it looks like he just signed his own expulsion slip. The paperwork was very clear about never entering the milking room under any circumstances.” 

“He’s just a beta.”

“I don’t think Nezu will care.”

As people flooded the area, including more staff members, Katsuki grunted and turned away. Shinsou followed him until they had to split to go their separate ways to class. 

“I’ll keep an ear out and let you know if I learn anything,” Shinsou said just before they broke apart.

“I still don’t trust you, Mindfreak,” Katsuki snapped. “And I don’t need any fuckin’ help.”

Shinsou just chuckled and walked away down the hall. Katsuki glared at him for a moment before spinning around and speeding off towards his own classroom. Iida was at the door like usual and he looked relieved upon seeing Katsuki.

“Bakugou, there you are! How are you feeling today?” Iida called jubilantly. 

“Fine. You tell anyone about yesterday?”

“No.”

Eyebrows lifting, Katsuki appraised Iida. The alpha was surprisingly secretive. Well, not that surprising considering the whole Stain incident, but Katsuki still appreciated it. He doubted Ashido had done the same.

Walking into the classroom, Katsuki went straight to his desk and sat down. There was a brief silence before the room erupted with everyone asking him what happened and if it was true that he was attacked by the sludge villain again. He just ignored them and sent Ashido a dirty look. She at least had the decency to yelp and turn away.

Iida and Yaoyorozu eventually managed to calm the class down and it was only then that Katsuki realized Aizawa was missing. The alpha also hadn’t been there for his day in the milk line, or he had come and gone super early. Maybe the two of them had just missed each other.

“Kacchan, why were you late?” Deku asked, eyes scanning every inch of Katsuki nervously. “I got up early to walk you to the milk room, but you were already gone. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he grunted. “Got held up at milking.”

“Mineta’s late too,” Todoroki pointed out from the back of the room.

Katsuki declined to comment. Deku passed him the notes from yesterday and Katsuki started copying them down into his own notebook. The nerd’s handwriting was small and cramped, but Katsuki had years of practice reading it.

Right before the bell was set to ring, Aizawa finally stalked into the room. Katsuki could smell the alpha’s anger rolling off of him.

“Mineta has been expelled due to gross misconduct,” Aizawa announced and everyone started talking at once again.

Katsuki scrunched up his face and rubbed at his temples. All this noise and stress was going to give him a goddamn headache. He was already running on practically no sleep and dealing with the worst, most confused mood he’d ever been in. He just kept feeling their hands - and that tongue - on him despite the showers. How it felt to be held down by slime again. How it felt to be powerless and afraid. Fuck. He didn’t need this shit right now. He needed to focus on his revenge plan.

Aizawa held a hand up for silence before going on, “The Omega Milk Program was forced to shut down early today. It will be fully sanitized and more security will be added before tomorrow morning. Any alphas assigned to today’s milk line will have to find alternative methods, so be aware of a potential increase in aggression.”

Chewing at his lip, Katsuki worried about which alphas missed out. No one in his class aside from Aizawa drank today, but plenty of other alphas were probably affected. He tried to remember who was in line when he was talking to Shinsou, but he’d been so focused on the purple-haired alpha that he hadn't paid attention to the extras in the background.

His classmates tried to get more out of Aizawa, but the man moved on to his usual homeroom announcements instead. Present Mic came in shortly after and they jumped right into English, since Aizawa had used their break between homeroom and first period to talk.

During their second period break, Katsuki got a text from Shinsou saying that the other alpha in his class didn’t get milk that morning. Apparently, five total alphas missed out on their feeding as the room was deemed contaminated and no one was allowed to drink the final bottles due to temperature and timing issues caused by the panic. 

Nezu had also sent an email to all omegas and their families apologizing for the morning’s events and promising to double security to ensure their safety and modesty. Katsuki felt guilty. He had promised to protect them, but he always left the room as soon as possible. The second he was done milking, he left. Today he’d left before the last omega had even arrived, since he got there so early and was so focused on confronting Shinsou. But then Shinsou had been innocent. Unlike Mineta.

He’d fucked up. Again. And his fellow omegas had paid for it. They didn’t even know about the attack from yesterday. How even he hadn’t been able to stop them. How they were still in danger. How five hungry alphas were probably just waiting for a chance to strike. 

Fuck. This was all his fault. 

Chapter Text

At lunch, Katsuki was waiting in line for food when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Stiffening, he turned his head and found some random asshole grinning down at him. The guy was an alpha, with white hair and pale blue eyes.

“I heard you’re letting alphas drink for 5000 yen,” the alpha whispered conspiratorially. “I got jipped today, so I’m willing to pay.”

Snarling, Katsuki rounded on the guy and popped off two small explosions. “Where the fuck did you hear that, asswipe?!”

The alpha’s face paled and he actually tried to step out of the line, but Katsuki followed him, determined to get a name out of the fucker. 

“Hey you! Drop something?” a deep voice called out. 

“Huh?” the white-haired alpha replied before his eyes went blank and he froze.

Katsuki ground his teeth, watching as Shinsou stepped out of the lunchline quite a ways down and ambled over. He didn’t need or want help, but fuck it. At least Shinsou’s quirk could come in handy here.

“Use your quirk on him. Make him tell the truth,” Katsuki demanded, seeing this as an opportunity. “Ask who told him about me.”

“My quirk doesn’t work like that,” Shinsou admitted. “I can’t make people talk or do anything too advanced, like writing.”

“So it’s fuckin’ useless,” Katsuki huffed, storming towards the white-haired alpha to beat the answer out of him instead.

“What’s going on here, listeners?” Present Mic asked loudly, looking between Katsuki, Shinsou, and the other alpha.

Crossing his arms in defiance, Katsuki internally raged. If Shinsou hadn’t stepped in, Katsuki could already have his answer by now. Somehow, the rumor about his milk being the best was now twisted into him fucking selling it to people. As if that would ever be allowed at UA, even before the milk program. Underaged omegas couldn’t get licensed to be wet nurses or work in milk bars. It was illegal. So was selling milk without a license. 

“This alpha propositioned Bakugou here to buy some milk,” Shinsou explained, ignoring the glare Katsuki shot his way. “So I made him stick around to tell us more.”

Present Mic frowned, realizing the white-haired boy was under Shinsou’s quirk. “Release him, you shouldn’t be using your quirks outside of hero lessons.”

“Who told you about Bakugou?” Shinsou asked the mind-controlled alpha. “Point them out.”

The white-haired teen’s arm lifted, pointing at a table packed with third year students. Present Mic demanded Shinsou remove his quirk, but Katsuki barely paid attention. Sitting at that table were both Dogbreath and Deviltongue. Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. They weren’t even looking at him, but he could feel their eyes on his body. Their hands. That goddamn fucking tongue.

Since they weren’t expelled already, did they assume they’d gotten away with it? Is that why they’d attacked him first? Because they were banking on his pride not to tell anyone? No doubt the other omegas would have told a teacher or staff member immediately. Katsuki wanted to solve the problem himself. Fuck.

Another thought hit him then, even as he stared at their unaware table. Had either of them missed out on the milk line this morning? He’d hardly had enough for half a feeding yesterday, let alone four. If they had been denied a bottle today, who knew how bad their aggression might be by now. And the others too - Screwloose and Mysterio - or the random alpha from Shinsou’s class. Five alphas in total this morning, right? Not to mention how many alphas had been convinced he was selling milk on the side, or how many knew his milk was the best. Alphas outnumbered omegas at this school. By a lot. What if they all came for him next time?

“Bakugou? You look pale, are you alright?” asked Mic, the beta’s hand on his shoulder.

Brought back to the present, Katsuki’s eyes darted to his teacher. Fuck. He was losing it. Shaking off Present Mic, he tried to turn back to the lunchline, but his teacher stopped him.

“The four of us are going to Nezu’s office,” Present Mic said. “Right now.”

“I’m hungry,” Katsuki glowered. “He’s the one who fucked up, not me.”

“You can eat later,” Mic replied with a wave of his hand. “Let’s go.”

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki crossed his arms protectively over his chest and stomped along. Shinsou had apparently released the other alpha from his quirk, because the white-haired asshole was talking to Present Mic a few feet ahead. Trying to explain himself, no doubt. Probably blaming Katsuki and Shinsou to boot. 

Shinsou walked alongside him silently. He wasn’t as trustworthy as the alphas in Katsuki’s pack, but it felt nice not to be alone going into this. He was hardly Nezu’s favorite student. He’d been sent to the principal’s office plenty of times himself, especially since the milk program had started and his nerves and aggression got the best of him. And while he had no need for shitty milk money from alphas, the principal may not believe him. 

He was actually surprised that he hadn’t been forced to talk to Nezu or Recovery Girl or Hound Dog or, well, anyone yesterday. Was that Aizawa’s doing, or did Nezu think so little of Katsuki that he assumed the incident was just another in a long line of the omega’s fuck ups? That it was his fault somehow. And fuck, maybe it was. The milk program was, because the dorms were. All this elevated alpha aggression could be traced back to him being attacked from behind in the middle of a forest fire. Trapped in a fucking marble before he even knew what was happening. His weakness had led to all this.

Maybe Mineta wouldn’t be the only one getting expelled today. 

Once in Nezu’s office, Present Mic stood off to one side. Shinsou and the white-haired alpha, who Mic called Kosetsu, sat in the two guest chairs. Katsuki had been offered a seat, but instead he just paced back and forth in the back of the room. He wanted to rip Kosetsu’s head off. He wanted to rip his own head off for actually being afraid of Dogbreath and Deviltongue. Why hadn’t he charged right for that table? Why? Without Aizawa around, he would’ve gotten in at least a few decent explosions on the fuckers before Mic could’ve stopped him. 

Nezu bustled into the room, followed by Aizawa who closed the door and leaned against it. Nezu sat on the tall chair behind his desk and folded his little paws before asking what happened.

The white-haired alpha immediately tried to speak, but Present Mic overpowered him in a loud voice, “Kosetsu propositioned Bakugou to buy milk. Apparently he got this information from some third years.”

“The going rate appears to be 5000 yen,” Shinsou added, leaning back in his chair and watching the other alpha carefully.

The principal sputtered into his tea. Aizawa leaned forward, quietly asking Katsuki if he wanted a chair. The omega glared at his teacher darkly, raising his upper lip in a silent snarl. Aizawa held up his hands in defeat and merely tossed Katsuki a packet of energy jelly. Ripping off the top, Katsuki started sucking it down. He was always starving by lunch time and the shitty white-haired asshole was making him miss his meal.

“Bakugou, is this true?” Nezu asked and Katsuki realized he may have missed a bit of the conversation. 

“Yeah. Fucker asked me for milk, sayin’ he got jipped and would pay,” Katsuki said after slurping up the last of the jelly. 

“And am I correct in assuming that you don’t normally sell your milk?” Nezu went on calmly.

“HAH?! It’s fuckin’ illegal to sell unlicensed milk!” he shouted, palms exploding until Aizawa stopped them.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Nezu hummed. “Kosetsu, please write down the names of whoever falsely claimed that Bakugou sells his milk. You may then return to class until I decide on a proper way to handle this. Oh and, no more spreading rumors, please.”

Fucking typical. An alpha fucks up and just gets a slap on the wrist. No capture weapon. No cuffs. No muzzle. No getting escorted to the dorms like a child. The white-haried fucker was believed and forgiven just like that. Katsuki was never given the benefit of the fucking doubt, not even by his own teacher or classmates. It was bullshit! That was why he hadn’t told Aizawa or anyone who attacked him. His fucking luck, they’d get off scot-free and he’d be stuck dealing with their anger at having a single stupid detention or something.

Kosetsu scribbled onto a piece of paper and then stood up. The jerk looked around at everyone in the room, face set in a scowl. Katsuki glared right back, ready to explode the fucker the second Aizawa blinked.

“It’s not fair!” Kosetsu said as snow began to fall in the room. “I had to go without milk today. How was I supposed to know it was a rumor?! Omegas should have to help!”

Not fair? NOT FAIR?! Alphas always got the fucking easy route, and this little bitch was trying to complain about not getting milk? About having to wait one more fucking day for his precious little bottle? Katsuki had been attacked yesterday because of alphas not thinking it was ‘fair’ that they had to wait their fucking turn. They didn’t give a shit what omegas went through. What he went through. No one fucking did.

Livid, Katsuki snarled at the worthless alpha. The air was filled with angry pheromones from the both of them. The falling snow wasn’t even cold and disappeared as soon as it landed on the carpet. Another useless quirk, meaning this shitty loser wasn’t even a hero student. That didn’t matter though. What mattered is that the school was apparently filled with sexist, entitled alpha assholes. And the stupid fucking program was just convincing them even more that omegas were there just to serve alphas. 

Aizawa erased Snowball’s quirk and told Present Mic to escort the alpha to the dorms instead. Katsuki barely held himself back from exploding the white-haired fucker. He had a feeling that he was already in enough trouble, no need to add more to it. Once the two were gone, Nezu asked Shinsou to return to lunch and to keep this quiet for now. Shinsou tried to protest, but Aizawa opened the door and told him to get out. 

Still pacing around, Katsuki shoved his hands into his pockets. He didn’t want to get in trouble for exploding shit. He was innocent and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want to give Nezu any more reasons to punish or doubt him.

“Bakugou, please have a seat,” Neze offered. 

“No.”

The principal sighed and sipped at his tea. Aizawa sat down in one of the vacant chairs, though he turned it a bit so he could watch Katsuki’s movements. 

“I promise I’ll come up with a solution for this, Bakugou,” Nezu finally said and he sounded tired. “Today has proven that there are several flaws in the system. I’m sorry you’ve been paying the price for our mistakes.”

“Tch.”

He felt a bit relieved that he wasn’t in trouble, but he was mostly just angry. Talk about not fucking fair. Seeing how the school managed an angry alpha compared to Katsuki’s own treatment. Just a few weeks ago, Aizawa had dragged Katsuki out of the lunchroom with his capture weapon, despite Dogbreath having started the fight. Today, Snowball got to walk out on his own accord, despite accusing Katsuki of illegal activity. Katsuki got lectured and reminded to be ‘good’ and to ‘calm down,’ while alphas just got given a fucking pass and no public embarrasment or painful restraints. Must be fucking nice. 

“For now, I’ll send home the alphas who didn't get to drink this morning,” Nezu went on. “Only one of them doesn’t live nearby and I’ll figure out something for him too. You should head to class.”

With a yawn, Aizawa stood up and herded Katsuki out of the room. There was still a little time left before lunch ended, so Katsuki went along easily. Hopefully Lunch Rush still had some food left.

Aizawa ended up escorting Katsuki to the classroom instead of the cafeteria. He offered the omega another jelly packet and Katsuki snatched it and started sucking on it. Katsuki began pacing again, this time looping through the desks. He was so fucking worked up. He wanted to scream and explode shit. He wanted to crawl into his nest and cry. His emotions were all over the place. 

Mostly, he was just tired and hungry.

Aizawa watched him for a while before sighing and walking over. Katsuki tried to skirt around him, but Aizawa pulled the omega into a hug. It was awkward, nothing like the desperate comfort he found in it yesterday. 

“You said I taste the best,” Katsuki muttered quietly.

“I did.”

“You told Shinsou about me.”

The patting at his hair stopped. “No, I never told him about you.”

“You told him you drank milk at school. He fuckin’ figured it out. I’m the only omega in the hero course. It was a logical leap to make.”

The alpha sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, kid. I don’t even remember mentioning it. But I can promise that even if I did say something about milk, I never would have used your name.”

“Yeah, but...is that how other people found out?” Katsuki asked tentatively. 

“I doubt it, but I’ll talk to Shinsou.”

“I already did. He said he didn’t tell anyone.”

“Well, I certainly didn’t,” Aizawa insisted. “If I let something slip to Shinsou, it would have been before the program during a private lesson. Months ago.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, Aizawa still holding onto him awkwardly. Katsuki was pissed off from the incident in the lunchroom and then the shitshow in Nezu’s office. He didn’t want to forgive Aizawa. He was angry and wanted to lash out and hurt other people like they’d hurt him. He wanted to make them fucking pay.

And yet, despite himself, Katsuki believed Aizawa. His teacher’s story lined up with Shinsou’s, meaning the revelation about Katsuki’s milk had come long before the program. So, the older alpha hadn’t done anything on purpose. He hadn’t even spilled the beans on Katsuki’s name to Shinsou. The purple-haired alpha was just clever and figured it out on his own. It was still a stupid thing for Aizawa to slip, but the rest of the bullshit that followed wasn’t the alpha’s fault. 

Slowly, Katsuki wrapped his arms around Aizawa too. It would take awhile for his anger to go down, but the physical proximity to one of his alphas helped. Aizawa smelled familiar. Katsuki felt warm and safe in the man’s arms. Fuck. He’d missed this. 

“This is turning into a mess,” Aizawa groaned, scratching at his stubble. “Sorry you’re stuck in the middle of it, Bakugou.”

As Aizawa leaned back against a desk, Katsuki wiggled free and started to unbutton his shirt. The air was tense with swirling pheromones - anger, worry, guilt. It was making his inner omega twitch. He wanted to calm them both down and he only knew one way how. He’d been milked that morning, but he’d made some more by now.

He only had two buttons undone when large hands stopped him and Aizawa sighed again. The alpha was doing that a lot lately. Aizawa also looked like shit, more rings and shadows under his eyes than ever before. 

“This has been hard on everyone,” Aizawa explained as he led Katsuki back to the blond’s desk and pushed him to sit in it. “I’ll make sure Nezu comes up with a better solution for the milking program, or they’ll just have to come up with something else. The bottles only take the edge off and that’s it. All the festering aggression and stress remains, like a ticking time bomb. And for you omegas, it’s just a relief of pressure. Nothing more. The natural symbiotic relationship between alphas and omegas is missing. That’s what’s messing everything up.”

“It’s fine,” Katsuki tried to insist, but his voice died in his throat. 

Aizawa was right. No one was performing at their best right now. He felt tense and crazy most of the time, one minor infraction away from screaming and exploding shit. And clearly the alphas weren’t faring much better. No doubt aggression issues would continue to escalate. Maybe even the other omegas would be approached about selling milk. Or even attacked.

Pale fingers quickly buttoned up his shirt for him and then another jelly packet was dropped on his desk. He tore into it as Aizawa patted his head and then stepped away to lean against the window sill. Katsuki tried not to feel rejected by the whole milking thing. Class would be starting soon and technically the program’s rules were still in place. His nipples would probably hurt too much anyway. Belatedly, he realized it was probably for the best that Aizawa didn’t get to see his bare neck and torso. He was still bruised and had little cuts on his pecs and throat from Screwloose and Dogbreath. 

Adjusting the collar of his shirt a bit, he fidgeted in his seat and focused on finishing the jelly packet. It was the only food he’d get until dinner, so he had to make it count.

Five minutes later, his classmates filed in. No one asked him anything. If any of them had seen the altercation in the lunchroom, no one mentioned it. Kaminari and Ashido brought him some food - two spicy tuna onigiri and a chicken katsu sandwich. When Katsuki raised a brow in question, Kaminari claimed a little purple birdie said Katsuki might be hungry and Ashido insisted it was a peace offering for yesterday. 

Katsuki wolfed down the food, plotting to text Shinsou to mind his own damn business. Right before class started, Deku arrived with a bag of spicy shrimp snacks, a bar of chocolate, and a bottle of electrolyte-infused water. He consumed all that too. Something told him Deku hadn’t seen the fight, otherwise he surely would’ve stepped in or at least followed them to Nezu’s office. Had Shinsou told him he might be hungry too, or had Deku already been planning to give him snacks?

Iida was staring at him from across the room and Katsuki rolled his eyes. Of course. Iida often acted as a hall monitor and a lunchroom monitor, even though he didn’t have to. And no doubt the alpha knew about Deku’s feelings for Katsuki, or at least that the nerd would want to help out. And everyone knew how hungry Katsuki got after being milked. Even before the program or adding other alphas to the mix, he was always ravenous on Mondays after feeding Aizawa. Skipping lunch was a recipe for disaster. 

Licking spicy dust from his fingers, he tried not to dwell on how he used to feed his alphas and how it made him feel so relaxed and at peace. The rejection of Aizawa earlier still stung a bit. Especially when he’d just forgiven the alpha and absolved his teacher of blame. 

But he had bigger things to think about. Like shitty alphas and the other omegas being so unaware.

Chapter Text

That evening, the drive to their Remedial Course lesson was tense. Katsuki wanted to be hunting down Dogbreath and forcing him to answer for his crimes and the shitty rumors, but instead he was stuck in the back seat with a fidgety Todoroki. 

His problems only increased during the actual lesson, where Inasa was snarling and practically bouncing off the walls. The smell of ozone was strong and Katsuki kept finding himself trying to tug down the top of his hero costume. Because while the actual idea of the over-enthusiastic alpha drinking from his sore, puffy nipples had him cringing, his inner omega didn’t hesitate. He’d already been rejected once today. He wasn’t sure if he could handle another one.

He managed to wait until Gang Orca dismissed them, but he didn’t even get the chance to ask, as Inasa didn’t go into the locker room and instead went straight to the van Shiketsu used to attend the lessons. Feeling both guilty and rejected, Katsuki took a brief shower and then slumped on the bench. It wasn't as blatant of a refusal as Aizawa's had been earlier, but it still stung. Inasa clearly needed milk, but he hardly even spoke to Katsuki during their lesson. And then to race off right after? What the fuck?

He’d been rejected twice today by alphas he used to feed. Why? Didn’t they say his milk was the best? Wasn’t that why he was attacked? Because somehow that news had gotten around. If not from Shinsou and Aizawa, then from possibly anyone in 1-A. Kaminari and Mineta were the most obvious culprits, probably gossiping about the alphas drinking from Katsuki in general. And Todoroki was certainly insistent in his appraisal of Katsuki's milk quality. Anyone could have overheard them, even before the program started.

So if he was the best, why didn't they want him anymore? Was it because now that they had the bottles and the program, they no longer had to deal with him directly? And, fuck, that was probably a relief for them, wasn’t it? Because he was such a shitty omega. So rude and loud and nothing like the quiet, polite omega he was supposed to be. Of course an inanimate bottle would be better than drinking from him. And for Inasa, any random omega classmate was probably a better option than Katsuki.

Before, Katsuki had just been the easiest solution since he was the only omega around. But now that they had a better option, he was left in the lurch. It made so much sense.

The alphas who attacked and propositioned him were just desperate and misinformed. They didn’t know better. They didn’t know he was a bad omega. Or maybe they did know, and that's why they'd attacked him. To punish him. Either way, the alphas he’d actually willingly fed definitely knew the truth. That he was bad. That he was everything an omega shouldn't be. That’s why they kept pushing him away. They didn't want him anymore. They had something better now. A program that freed them from having to deal with his mood swings and temper.

When Todoroki emerged from the shower, Katsuki held his arms out and gestured to his chest tiredly. Todoroki frowned and slowly buttoned up Katsuki's shirt with slightly shaking fingers. Was the fucker afraid Katsuki would bite him or something? The alpha got dressed and then helped Katsuki to his feet and started walking them out towards the car. Katsuki wanted to shout and scream and rant, but he just felt deflated.

Rejected. Again. By the alpha with so many mommy and daddy issues that he used to drink for as long as Katsuki would let him. An hour, sometimes more. And now that Todoroki had a bottle instead, the fucker didn’t want any? A bottle that may not have even contained Katsuki’s milk?! Hadn't one of the alphas who'd attacked him said milk was better straight from the tap? And yet his alphas preferred the bottles despite that? Was it really just to avoid directly dealing with Katsuki?

He realized then that Todoroki hadn’t asked to drink for quite awhile now. Maybe he’d given up, or maybe he’d finally realized this way was better. In fact, the only alpha from his pack who’d asked recently was Deku. The very same alpha who claimed that another omega’s milk was ‘good’ and didn’t seem to care whose milk he drank. At least everyone else had the decency to say Katsuki’s tasted the best. And sure, Deku had tried to back-track his words, but suddenly Katsuki didn’t believe him anymore.

Fuck. Had they all just been doubling-down on the same lie? Anything to make the prideful, hot-headed omega fall in line and give them what they needed? Making him believe he had the best milk must have been a great joke. Even if none of his alphas believed in it now, it was still a good enough lie to convince other random alphas that he was worth drinking from. Worth pinning down and stealing it from. 

And Katsuki had just let them. Some fucking slime had stopped him from fighting back. Again. He was so useless and weak. Falling for the same tricks as back in middle school. Touched by hands and teeth and tongues and fucking screwdrivers belonging to people he normally wouldn't even notice.

Oh shit. Wait.

Maybe that’s why his alphas were rejecting him lately. He was tainted. He’d let non-pack alphas drink and now his actual alphas hated him for it. He was dirty and worthless. Aizawa had refused him without hesitation. Had probably thought it was disgusting that Katsuki had even offered after being contaminated like that. Todoroki had probably told Inasa some of what happened and that was enough for both of them to reject him too. No wonder Todoroki's hands had been shaking -he was afraid of touching Katsuki's skin and how dirty it was. And they didn't even know the full truth. They just knew the aftermath that Iida and Mina had seen. They didn't know it was four alphas. They didn't know it was non-hero class fuckers who'd managed to get the jump on him. They didn't know how far it'd almost gone. They saw the slime, but didn't know that it wasn't made by one of the alphas. No one knew about Gooboy at all. As a beta, the fucker flew under Iida and Aizawa's radars in terms of pheromones and shit.

They had no fucking idea of the full truth, and yet even what they did know was enough to label him as untouchable. Maybe they believed he was selling shit on the side too, like Snowball had accused him of. It would only make him filthier. His milk was bad and he was bad. Period. He'd let all his alphas down by letting those other fuckers beat him. By letting them drink. By letting them get away with spreading rumors. And now he was just this dirty, worthless thing they had to be reminded of. No wonder they all preferred the bottles. The bottles didn't complain or yell or let them down. The bottles were clean.

Once they made it to the car, Aizawa held the door open for them. Todoroki offered to let Katsuki sleep on his lap on the ride back to UA, but he refused. He didn't want some pity head pats. The alpha's rejection still hurt. Instead, he rested his cheek against the cool glass of the window. His vision was blurry and it took way too long for him to realize it wasn’t raining. He was crying. In a car with other people. Alphas who could probably smell his distress.

Wiping at his face, he hugged his hero costume suitcase to his chest and tried to calm down. He had to keep it together, just a big longer. He couldn’t do this here. Not here.

He just wanted to hurry up and get back to his nest.

For some reason, most of the class was gathered in the common room. They all looked up from whatever villain attack was on the news and immediately started asking what had happened. It took Katsuki a second to realize they were all staring at him. Asking him what was wrong.

Choosing to take the stairs, he raced up to his room. Todoroki, Iida, and Deku all followed after, asking him questions and offering food or distractions, but he simply closed and locked his door in their faces. His phone lit up with calls and messages from his alphas, his friends, even Shinsou, but he ignored them. 

Stripping off his uniform and changing into shorts and an oversized hoodie, he crawled into his nest and curled into a miserable ball. He felt disgusted with himself. Showing his weakness like that to everyone. He hadn’t been crying when they walked into the dorm, but it must have been obvious that he was upset. Even the betas had noticed right away. 

Feeling like a useless burden as his phone continued to light up with notifications, he finally reached out to turn it off and saw the most recent message. It was from Uraraka. She had overheard Snowball asking to pay for milk earlier. She asked if it was true.

Sobbing, he tossed his phone away. Is that really what they thought of him? An actual idiot who'd break the law? Some heartless villain? Someone who’d do illegal shit like selling milk as an unlicensed, underaged omega? A commodity like omega milk was highly regulated. While you could feed whoever you wanted, you couldn’t charge for it unless you were approved by the government to do so. That process involved health screenings, background checks, licensing, permits. All kinds of shit. And no reputable milk bars or wet nurse agencies would hire someone under 18. 

Like he’d risk his future as a hero for 5000 fucking yen and some alpha he didn’t even know.

And sure, maybe betas didn’t know all the ins and outs of the law, but there were illegal omega milk ring busts all the time. Usually yakuza-run establishments that ‘employed’ underaged or unlicensed omegas and used them to feed alphas at high rates. There was a lot of money to be made in the milk business. That’s why the UA bottling system was so revolutionary. 

Except, it wasn’t really working, was it? The alphas were still agitated and aggressive. The omegas spent most of their milking time crying lately. Even Katsuki was feeling the emotional fallout of giving milk but getting nothing back. Because that’s what it came down to. None of his instincts were being sated. It was just a relief to empty his aching chest each morning, that was it. No hormones, no endorphins, no happy-crappy headspaces or cute suckling alphas. Just painful nozzles and nipple-hiding bandages.

And even with the program, he'd still been soloed out and attacked. The school could stop villains from getting in, or so they said, but they couldn't stop the would-be villains already inside from wreaking havoc.

It was total bullshit that he had to feel this miserable just to help some shitty alphas. That he couldn’t deny or overcome his omega nature and just focus on being a hero. Why was he getting so bogged down in this? Even before being targeted as the best source of milk and getting attacked, his life had been spiraling out of control. It was just spinning faster now.

At this point, he had to admit that he was struggling to keep it together. That’s why he’d built a nest despite having no pre-heat symptoms thanks to his suppressants. That’s why he kept trying to feed alphas who rejected him. That’s why he felt so untethered and lost without the grounding hormones he was used to. That's why he kept coming up with every possible reason as to why his alphas started rejecting him. That's why he teared up when the milk machine started pumping. That’s why he ran away from the milking room as fast as he could each morning. Because being in there hurt. It reminded him of everything he’d lost.

His phone rang again, this time out loud with a ringtone he’d picked out specifically for his father. His mom’s was an annoying siren, but his dad’s was the instrumental version of a song the old man used to sing to him when he was little.

Digging through his nest, he finally found his phone and pressed the green button just in time before the call went to voicemail.

“Hey kiddo, just calling to check in on you. We got another email about increased security for the milking program,” came his father’s gentle voice, warm with concern and affection.

Tears leaked down Katsuki’s face as that familiar voice wrapped around him. Every wall he’d been trying to build up over the last several weeks came crashing down in an instant.

“Dad,” he croaked around a sob.

“Katsuki? Honey, what’s wrong?”

“I-”

He tried to say he was fine, but it wouldn’t come out. Because he wasn’t fine. He hadn’t been fine in a long time. He was so scared, so alone. Clearly his parents didn’t know about the attack yet. Just the security additions from Mineta sneaking into the milking room. He couldn’t tell his dad about the attack. Couldn’t tell him how weak he’d been. Stuck in slime and taken advantage of again. How he’d almost been raped this time. No, he couldn’t do that. Not when Masaru had always warned him to be careful. Not when Katsuki had always insisted he’d be fine. That he was strong. That no one could ever do that to him.

“Where are you?”

“Nest.”

“You made a nest?” Masaru asked, clearly worried but keeping his voice calm and even. 

“Mm.”

“Do you want me to come pick you up?”

Katsuki could hear his mom’s voice in the background. He didn’t want them to come here. If his mom saw him like this, what would she say? He was causing trouble for so many people. Not just his classmates, but the entire fucking school. Hell, even kids at another school if Inasa’s behavior tonight had been any indication. Was the alpha causing problems at Shiketsu? Raging around because Katsuki couldn’t help him anymore? Well, not that he wanted to drink from Katsuki anymore. Not that anyone did. 

“No,” he sniffed.

“Okay. That’s okay. How about you try to tell me what’s wrong, honey?”

He tried to. He started crying again almost immediately, so the words were all jumbled and his train of thought kept pausing for him to sniffle and wipe at his face. He knew he wasn’t making any sense, but he kept going on about milk and alphas. Once he started, the words just poured out of him. But his tongue was sloppy and he kept slurring his words and his sentences were stunted and juvenile in his anguish as he rambled on and on.

“Honey, honey. Slow down, I can’t understand you,” his father said kindly. “It’s about the milk program?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Masaru sighed. “When they sent us the paperwork, I almost didn’t sign it. I didn’t like the idea of a program like that. Alphas and omegas are supposed to have a positive, mutually beneficial arrangement as nature intended.”

“They need milk,” Katsuki tried to explain. “An’ we make lots so-”

“No, honey. It’s about more than milk,” Masaru interrupted. “See, this is what I was worried about. No matter how much they try to say it’ll be safe, the omegas always end up with the short end of the stick in these kinds of schemes. Poorly treated and handled with little more care than a dairy cow.”

Katsuki could tell his father was mad. Which didn’t make any sense, his father hardly ever got mad. Getting mad was something his mom did. Something Katsuki did. This was his fault too. He made his dad upset.

“Dad, s’fine. I explained it wrong, lemme just-” he rushed, realizing it was his mistake.

“Oh, honey. It’s not your fault. And it’s not the alphas’ fault either. You’re all just kids. The school should have known better. They’re hardly the first ones to try something like this. And on such a large scale too,” Masaru tutted. 

“S’bad?”

“Yep. It’s bad. It robs both alphas and omegas of the most important parts of milking. It’s a biological imperative for a reason, sweetheart.”

“S’not milk?”

Masaru chuckled. “No, it’s not milk. It’s everything else. The pheromones, the hormones, the physical intimacy, the trust. It’s all part of a much larger instinctual purpose. If it was just milk, every omega would be hooked up to a machine and kept in a barn.”

Katsuki didn’t know what to say. He was so upset that he wasn’t fully processing everything his dad was saying. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He’d expected his dad to make him feel better, but instead the man’s tone indicated that he’d made a mistake. That it was Katsuki’s fault somehow. For joining the program. For getting tricked. For letting so many alphas drink. Even without the bottles, he was at double digits now. That was bad, right? Most omegas only fed their mate and children. But he fed Aizawa, Todoroki, Deku, Iida, Inasa, All Might, Endeavor, plus the four non-hero class alphas. He let them all do it. He hadn’t stopped any of them. He was dirty. Tainted. Bad.

“Sorry,” he breathed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, honey. You’re okay.”

“I let them do it.”

“The school was very convincing in their letter. I’m sure Principal Nezu was even more convincing in person. And I’m sure the milking machine is very high-tech and fancy.”

“Hurts.”

“It hurts?” Masaru asked angrily. “Katsuki, you need to stop that program. It’s okay if you just go back to what you were doing before and feeding that alpha from your class. Or not feeding anyone. It’s your choice. They can’t take that from you. If they try to argue with you, tell us and your mother and I will handle it.”

Katsuki sobbed, dropping the phone so he could hug his baby blanket to his face. His dad didn’t understand what he was trying to tell him. It wasn’t just the milk machine that hurt, it was everything. Everything was bad and wrong and hurt. Hell, his parents were still under the impression that he had only fed one alpha back before all this started. When he’d really been regularly feeding five.

But he’d let plenty of others drink too, didn’t he? All Might. Endeavor. Dogbreath and his lackeys. Not to mention all the alphas he’d fed through a bottle thanks to the milking program. At this point, he’d probably fed almost every alpha going to UA. He was like some kind of...of...milk slut! His parents would be so disappointed.

“Shh, shh. You’re alright. It’ll be okay,” Masaru cooed softly when Katsuki finally picked his phone back up. 

“Sorry,” he said again, wiping at his face.

“Don’t be sorry, honey. I’m glad you told me. Never forget that the omega holds all the power, Katsuki. They get to decide. And alphas have to deal with that decision.”

He didn’t feel like he held any power. He’d never said no, never turned anyone down. He’d been apprehensive about the milking program, but he’d gone along with it anyway. Convinced the other omegas to join too. The machine hurt him, but he didn’t stop. Endeavor and Deku and Dogbreath’s goons had hurt him too, but he didn’t stop them either. 

Abstractly though, some part of him understood what his dad meant. And, in some ways, Katsuki felt better. Just hearing his dad’s gentle voice was going a long way to calming him down. He’d think about quitting the program. He’d be disappointing people either way, but he cared about his parents. He didn’t care about the random alpha extras. 

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Anytime, Katsuki. You should get some sleep, okay? I know you’re upset, but you should try to relax and get some rest.”

“Yeah. G’night, Dad.”

“Goodnight, honey. Sleep tight and you can think things over in the morning with a fresh outlook.”

“Okay.”

“And Katsuki? You can call me anytime. I’ll always answer. You don’t have to do it all on your own or bottle things up like this.”

“Mm.”

“Goodnight, kiddo.”

Hanging up, Katsuki felt marginally better. He decided to push off any decision-making until tomorrow. He didn’t like the milking program, but quitting would impact the other omegas. It’d make him look selfish and weak. It might even give more credence to the rumors about him selling milk. Besides, the entire dorm situation and milk emergency was his fault in the first place. Because he was weak and got kidnapped. 

Really, this all stemmed for that moment when he'd looked like a villain on national TV. Restrained and muzzled like some rabid dog instead of a human teenager after the Sports Festival. Shigaraki and probably most of Japan had assumed he was a villain. Someone who deserved to be tied up. Someone bad. Maybe they weren't even entirely wrong. Surely someone truly heroic could've done something, anything to stop his life from turning into the utter mess it had become. He'd just wanted a fair fight and a fair chance at the Sports Festival, that was all.

But life wasn't fair, was it?

And after the way life had been going lately, he was starting to feel like a villain. Rejected and alone. Angry and bitter. He’d lied to his dad. Lied to Aizawa and Nezu. Lied to Deku and all his other alphas. Had been for months. He was lying to everyone. Even himself. He wasn’t fine. He wasn’t brave or strong or fierce. He was weak and scared. His life and mental state were spiraling out of control and he didn't know how to make it stop. Was revenge enough? And could he even manage it at this point? His brain was so scattered, so focused on the worst possible outcomes, that he couldn't even come up with a halfway decent revenge plan.

How was he supposed to face Dogbreath and those other alphas? He knew what they did to him. What else they wanted to do. But he hadn't told anyone. Not Iida. Not Deku. Not Aizawa. He couldn't even admit what had really happened to him to his own fucking dad. The one person who would always take his side and understand. And yet he thought he could get revenge? The idea seemed more and more ridiculous as each minute passed. Hell, just seeing those assholes in the lunchroom had caused him to freeze and clam up like some weak little bitch. Sure, he could try to fight them, but what if Gooboy showed up? What if they pinned him down again? What if he had to feel that fucking tongue again? What if he was weak and let them drink again? What if they hurt him even worse next time?

Katsuki wanted to throw up, but instead he rolled over and huddled deeper into his nest. Trying to clear his mind, he curled himself around the baby blanket that still smelled a bit like home. It took a long time, but eventually he cried himself to sleep.

Again.

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The next morning, Katsuki laid in his nest for a long time before finally deciding to go to the milking room. He skipped his run again, choosing instead to stand in the shower for a good twenty minutes and just let the hot water pound away at him. He was still way too damn early, but he preferred the quiet, empty dorm. No alphas or well-meaning friends to pester him since they were all still asleep.

After the call with his dad, he was feeling more torn than ever. His father had told him to quit, and the idea was fucking tempting. But wouldn’t that put even more pressure on the other omegas? And besides, could he really blame all his recent issues on the artificial milking process? It seemed like a cop out. How could he have let himself be so swayed by hormones? So he didn’t have alphas hanging off his tits anymore, was that really such a big deal? He was still getting drained of his milk and it was being put to good use. Was the machine really to blame, or what is just more of his own weakness? If he’d never fed an alpha in the first place, he wouldn’t be in this mess. The two omegas in the program who’d never fed anyone directly before didn’t cry. They just got milked and went about their day like normal. Only the idiots like him cried. Only the idiots like him seemed to struggle.

How was he supposed to become the number one hero if he couldn’t even handle basic bullshit like this? Omega heroes were admittedly rare, but he refused to believe it was because of milk. Back in the day, it was due to heats. But medical technology had come a long way in the last decade or so, with suppressants and semi-permanent injections and procedures that lasted for years. Without heats and slick-related issues to worry about, omega heroes were free to pursue their careers. He’d never heard anything about milk. 

He couldn’t let this hold him back. Yesterday was just a rough day, that was all. Everyone had bad days, right? So he had two bad days in a row, big deal. He could handle it. He would handle it. He was fine.

These thoughts swirled through his mind as he finally made his way to the milking room. It was raining lightly outside, but he just hunched his shoulders and kept walking. His blazer would soak up the worst of it. After the incident with Mineta, he was curious to see how the process may have changed. He expected Power Loader or another teacher to be waiting outside the door, and possibly another female staff member inside with Midnight. Maybe they changed the room layout? Added privacy curtains? Installed surveillance cameras inside?

He also wondered if any of the other omegas had been asked about selling milk. He knew that he was innocent, but the idea had to come from somewhere. Had the alphas just made it up, or was there another omega offering a non-bottled supply? No one had quit the program yet, so it seemed unlikely. They wouldn’t produce enough. Maybe it was from the alphas’ middle school or a recent local news story or something.

Or maybe it was just his own bad luck and shitty attitude that had brought this all down upon him. Maybe it was just because he was a bad omega. A tainted one. There had to be a reason the other omegas were fine. And he assumed they were, since no one ever said anything about alpha problems during their milking. Usually it was just inane gossip or discussions about classes. There’d been more and more crying lately, sure, but that was just the milking process. No one liked it, yet they all kept doing it. Because it needed to be done.

He couldn’t quit. People were relying on him. The omegas. The alphas. The school. His father would understand. He was duty-bound to do this. It was the right thing to do. The heroic thing. 

Katsuki continued to walk across the campus deep in thought. The early hour and rain meant the campus was deserted. Perfect, he didn’t need any more damn distractions.

Finally approaching the main school building, he heard a rustling to his right. Before he could even turn to look, he was struck by the feeling of goo slapping wetly onto his skin and clinging there. One of his fucking hands was coated. Again. That stupid fucking beta asshole had gotten the jump on him. Again!

“DIE, FUCKER!” he roared, whirling around and igniting an explosion to launch himself towards the bushes.

More slime hit him in the face, knocking his head back and filling his open mouth with sludge. Choking, he tried to wipe at his face with his free hand, but ended up just spreading the goo around a bit and getting his fucking hand stuck. He struggled, unable to rip his hand away from where he’d tried to wipe at his lips. 

Incensed, he finally looked up and spotted Gooboy among the bushes lining the path. Charging forward, he prepared to clobber the beta with his goo-covered free arm when someone grabbed him around the waist and hauled him down. Branches and twigs scratched at him and snagged on his clothes as he was tackled face-down to the ground, hidden from sight within the bushes. 

Struggling to break free, Katsuki kicked out at his attacker, but his legs were soon held down. He tried to hit them instead, but one of his hands was now stuck to a dry bit of ground beneath the bushes, while the other hand was still stuck to his own fucking face. Pinned into the dirt, he bucked and twisted as large hands held him firmly in place. Fingers dug into his hair and then pulled his head back before smashing it into the ground several times. Mud splashed up with each painful strike, soaking into his hair and clothes. Dizzy, Katsuki’s vision dimmed and his movements became sluggish. He tried to force himself to focus, to identify his attacker at the very least. 

The alpha on his back didn’t smell like anyone he’d met before. They were also huge - as big as Inasa, at least. And the nauseating scent of ozone permeated the air, clogging Katsuki’s nostrils and forcing him to breathe in shallow little huffs since his mouth was blocked. Without his quirk, he had no chance. If he kept struggling, he felt like he was going to die. This alpha was tipping over the edge into feral, he could feel it. A few more blows to the head and he’d pass out.

“Here’s your payment,” came a deep, gravelly voice. “Now scram.”

“Y-Yes!” the beta said nervously.

There was the sound of shuffling branches and then the hurried steps of someone running off. After a minute, Katsuki heard the door to the school slam closed in the distance. He’d been about fifty yards from the door when he’d been jumped - too far for anyone inside to have heard him shout. And it was too early for anyone else to be out and about, or so he’d thought.

Who the fuck did Gooboy think he was?! Selling his services to capture Katsuki like some fucking animal. How much was he making off Katsuki’s misery? And the asshole never stuck around to see what happened in the aftermath. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he convinced himself it was just some alphas having a drink. No harm, no foul. As Katsuki was pressed harder into the muddy earth, he snarled and jerked with renewed vigor. Half his face was coated in mud now, with leaves and shit stuck to the goo over his mouth and hand. Fuck everyone else for now, he was going to kill that slimy little bastard of a beta. 

“Now...let’s see my prize,” his attacker grunted, flipping Katsuki over and grabbing the omega’s throat with one huge hand.

The alpha was enormous, with grayish skin, a bald head, and beady black eyes. The asshole grinned down at him, showing off several rows of sharp, serrated teeth. Brain still swimming from the earlier head trauma and the overwhelming scent of ozone and aggressive pheromones, Katsuki attempted to struggle again, but the alpha ignored him. With the fucker’s massive weight on him and a hand squeezing on his neck, it was like trying to break free from steel bars. His own hand that was stuck to the ground had been twisted painfully above Katsuki’s head from being flipped over. The other was still stuck to his own face, useless and covered in debris-riddled goo. 

Katsuki tried to shout at the guy, but the slime over his mouth muffled everything. He growled and thrashed about, but it was no use. The hulking alpha didn’t even budge. And for some reason, the asshole’s skin felt like fucking sandpaper - rubbing and gripping at Katsuki’s own flesh painfully. It felt like a million little barbs were digging into him, littering his flesh with endless tiny cuts and abrasions.

Sharktooth’s free hand moved, ripping open Katsuki’s shirt and blazer in one go. No. No no no. Not again. Not like this. Panicked, Katsuki tried to move away, but the massive hand squeezed cruelly at his chest. Full and ready to burst, milk sprayed out and dribbled down Katsuki’s chest. The alpha groaned at the smell, eyes locked on Katsuki’s swollen pecs as his face stretched into a grotesquely huge, teeth-riddled smile.

“So ripe.”

A rough tongue painfully lapped up some of the mess before the alpha’s mouth closed around Katsuki’s nipple. For a split second, it was a relief to feel the milk flow out in a strong surge, but then the alpha’s teeth sank into his flesh in a wide, jagged circle. Feeling as each row sank into him, the serrated edges ripping at his skin, Katsuki tried to scream, but the goo stopped the sound from traveling. His body jerked and tried to get away, even as tears started to fall down his face. He turned his head to the side and threw up from pain or maybe just fear. It hit the slime and was forced right back down. He choked and tried to cry out, body still struggling to escape the onslaught.

The alpha didn’t stop. Sharktooth was gulping down both milk and blood with too much force, yanking at Katsuki’s nipple and tearing into the flesh of his pec. It hurt more than anything he’d ever felt in his life. His skin was so sensitive there, and he was already tender and bruised from being milked daily by the machine. The agony was beyond imagining, every nerve in his body alight with misery and unadulterated fear. His body didn’t release any endorphins, only pain signals. He could feel himself going limp though, his inner omega doing anything just to try and fucking survive.

Why? Why was this happening to him? Who even was this alpha? Sharktooth wasn’t wearing a UA uniform, just jeans and a white t-shirt that was now stained with blood, much like Katsuki’s own clothes. The omega kept trying to roll away or buck the alpha off, but nothing worked. Sharktooth’s grip on his neck and rib cage were iron-clad, and the asshole was too heavy to shake off from his position on the wet, muddy ground. 

Where was all of UA’s world-class security now? Where was Aizawa? Hound Dog? A fucking sentry robot? Where was anyone? Sure it was raining and early as hell, but class wasn’t canceled. It felt like he’d been held down in the mud for hours now, but maybe that was just a trick of his panicked mind. Was he going to die here? Torn apart by some random shark-faced alpha and left to rot in the bushes? Was this guy going to try and rape him too? Would he even be alive by the end of this?

His left pec was drained quickly, faster than Inasa and more painfully than Endeavor. There was no competition. It hurt so bad, his mind was going numb to try to combat the sensations. He was bleeding out. He was going to die here, drained and shivering in the fucking mud. 

Sharktooth’s bite loosened. Katsuki could feel row after row of jagged teeth catching and tearing at his skin as the alpha pulled away. He convulsed, head banging against the ground again. It felt like he was being filleted alive. There was a brief moment of respite, with Katsuki choking and sobbing into the slime on his face. And then the piercing, excruciating agony of a bite started on his other pec, teeth sinking even deeper this time. Katsuki threw up again from the pain, but the slime over his lips forced him to swallow the burning bile right back down. His abandoned pec was in tatters and bleeding heavily. The smell of blood was so strong it almost overpowered the scents of frenzied alpha and terrified omega.

Feeling lightheaded, Katsuki tried again to break free. His body barely responded to him, but this was his last chance. He was losing too much blood. With the alpha distracted, he managed to slide one leg to the side and kicked frantically at a bush, hoping maybe someone would see or hear it. He could feel Sharktooth rocking down against him, clearly enjoying his breakfast of bloody milk. One of the alpha’s hands was still gripping tightly at Katsuki’s throat, while the other slid down his exposed side and then grabbed at his crotch. No! This guy was so fucking big. Katsuki knew if it got to that, he’d really die. He’d be ripped apart. Even the fucker’s skin hurt and tore at his flesh and tattered clothes. He hated it. 

Oh god. Why why why. What did he do to deserve this? The attitude? The bullying? Didn’t the universe know he was sorry? Who did he have to apologize to? Who could make it stop? Which god or spirit was the right one to ask for help? He should have told his dad the truth. Oh god, it hurt so much. He was sorry. He’d never be bad again. Please. Didn’t they know he was sorry? He could feel the life and warmth leaving his body. He was going cold and numb and his vision was starting to fade. A part of him almost wanted to die, just to escape the fucking pain. Just to make this all stop.

No! He wanted to fight!

Fuck. The bush wasn’t enough. He needed a better signal. He couldn’t scream, but he had a plan. It would hurt like hell, but he didn’t have much time left. His body wasn’t going to hold up much longer. Gathering up all his remaining energy, Katsuki twisted his upper body and lunged to the side. The movement sent a searing pain up through the arm above his head, but managed to dislodge it from the dry bit of earth beneath the bush. He had maybe an inch of bare palm space on his hand, but that’s all he needed. Jerking his arm up, he aimed his palm right at the alpha’s face. Sharktooth didn’t see it coming, the ugly bastard had his eyes closed as he drank Katsuki’s fucking lifeforce. The fucker knew Katsuki couldn’t get free.

BOOM!

The explosion was just enough to push the alpha back slightly, which only ripped at Katsuki’s chest more. He screamed out in silent pain, the goo on his mouth still intact. He lit off another explosion before his arm was grabbed and then slammed back to the earth. He felt the bones in his wrist crunch and reeled in renewed agony. Sharktooth didn’t even stop drinking, just growled and redoubled his efforts to drain Katsuki dry. The hand on his crotch squeezed and he whined in pain and fear.

A chill overcame Katsuki all of a sudden and he realized that he was going to pass out. His vision tunneled and then started to go dim. He’d probably lost too much blood. Or maybe he was fainting from the pain. He welcomed the release, letting his eyes fall shut. It was so cold all of a sudden. And he was so tired. It hurt so much. He knew he was a bad omega, a bad kid. Is that why these things kept happening to him? Because he deserved it? Was this karma? Some twisted kind of test or punishment? Had he failed? He felt like he was failing. Didn’t they know he was sorry?

Distantly, he thought he smelled mint, but that couldn’t be right. It was too early in the morning for Deku to be here. He sniffed again, desperately, and wailed into the goo on his mouth. It wasn’t mint. The air smelled like blood and pain. Like feral alpha and dying omega. His brain was just playing tricks on him in his last minutes of life. Fuck. Had it always been this cold? Katsuki could see his breath curling in the air, streaming from his nostrils in a weak little puff. Was he dying?

Katsuki’s eyes fluttered shut. 

He was fading.

Fading.

Gone.

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Consciousness slowly returned to Katsuki. Before opening his eyes, he took stock of his situation. He was sore, but no longer in blistering agony. There wasn’t any slime covering his mouth or hands. He was warm. He still was lying down on his back, but he was on something much more comfortable than the cold, wet ground. He smelled familiar pheromones and a clean, medicinal room. He detected no hint of Sharktooth or ozone in the air, merely the oppressive scents of guilt and concern. 

Opening his eyes, he scrunched his face up under the bright lights of what was clearly the UA infirmary. Lifting his head a bit, he winced at the pang of pain and sudden wave of nausea and lightheadedness. Tilting his chin down instead, he looked at his chest and found that it was bare and had been wrapped in bandages. His school trousers were gone, replaced with what felt like sweats. A blanket was pulled up to his ribcage, keeping him warm. It was dark outside the window, but he had no idea what time it was.

He tried to sit up and groaned at the increased pain in his head. A hand on his shoulder gently pushed him back down. Katsuki turned to see Aizawa and All Might sitting beside the bed in folding chairs. They looked miserable. He moved his eyes to stare at the ceiling instead. He was about to be lectured, he could feel it coming. He’d failed. Again. Shown weakness. Again. Maybe this was the final straw and they were here to finally kick him out of UA. How could he ever hope to be a hero if he kept getting jumped?

“How are you feeling, Young Bakugou?” asked All Might gently.

“Like shit,” he replied, voice hoarse from all the screaming and vomiting he’d done earlier.

“Midoriya and Todoroki found you,” Aizawa said, hand still on Katsuki’s shoulder. “They were able to stop the alpha attacking you and get you to the infirmary. Recovery Girl was able to do most of the healing when you arrived. She’s planning to do another round in a little bit.”

So he’d needed alphas to come save him. Again. The sudden onset of cold made sense now. Todoroki’s quirk was seriously overpowered. And he really had smelled Deku. He wondered what happened to Sharktooth, but didn’t want to ask.

“Recovery Girl is confident there will be no scarring,” All Might chimed in and Katsuki could hear the strained smile in his idol’s voice. “You’ll just be tired for a few days.”

To be honest, Katsuki didn’t really care either way about scars, but he understood why All Might did. And he was glad he wouldn’t have a permanent reminder of Sharktooth emblazoned on his chest forever. 

“The alpha who did this to you is in police custody,“ All Might assured him. “I believe he’s still in the emergency room, actually. They mentioned something about 127 broken teeth, among other injuries.”

Katsuki was shocked. What the fuck? He knew sharks had a lot of teeth, but over a hundred broken ones? How was that even possible? The fucker’s skin was sharp too, so he hoped Deku had at least kicked the guy instead of punched him. The nerd’s hands were torn up enough. Christ, why was he sitting here worried about some dumb alphas? He was the one in a hospital bed with his head and chest pounding.

“What happened?” he croaked.

“Like I said, Midoriya and Todoroki found you. According to their report, they heard your explosion and arrived on the scene to find you unconscious with your attacker still latched onto you. They...may have given into some of their baser instincts while trying to protect you and the fight got out of hand,” Aizawa explained. “After staff got the situation under control, we realized that the assailant didn’t attend UA. So now we’re trying to figure out how he got onto campus. Hound Dog and Ectoplasm are reviewing the footage as we speak.”

Katsuki knew how the asshole got inside. Gooboy. Probably coated the relevant cameras in slime and snuck the bastard in. To be honest though, Katsuki didn’t really want to talk about what had happened. He didn't want to think about what Deku or Todoroki did either. He knew what they were like when they were angry and their inner alphas were on edge. And of course they’d be upset upon seeing a classmate bleeding out, no matter who it was. Still, sending someone like Sharktooth to the fucking ER? Those idiots took it too far. The fucker belonged in jail. Whatever. He’d thank them later, in his own way. He didn’t want to admit it, but he’d needed their help after all.

Fuck. He didn’t want to be here. He could feel the judgement and pity in his teachers’ eyes. He hated it. He just wanted to go back to his room and crawl into his nest. Tomorrow, he’d hunt down that slimy fucker Gooboy and kill him. He could do some recon in the morning after his milking and then track the guy down after school.

Oh right. He’d missed the milk program. He had his doubts on what all the other omegas knew about the first attack, but he was sure that the entire fucking school knew about this one. Deku and Todoroki would’ve seen everything, let alone anyone else who wandered over before Katsuki and Sharktooth got carted off to their respective hospital beds. Shit. Had the milk program still continued that morning? Had they stopped in the middle again, like they did after Mineta? How many more hungry alphas were out there now?

“I mi-” he attempted, but his throat was pretty fucked.

Jumping into action, Aizawa helped him sit up and gave him some water. He ended up draining the entire bottle. Aizawa helped him settle back down, the pillow propped up a bit so he wasn’t flat on his back anymore and could look at the alphas more easily.

“I missed the milking,” he said after clearing his throat, finally turning his head to look back at his teachers. “What was Nezu’s solution after Mineta snuck in?”

“He added more security,” Aizawa said, clearly surprised at the topic change. 

Furrowing his brows, Katsuki huffed. “That’s it?”

“For now. He asked Power Loader and the support students to rig up something else too. Should be installed by tomorrow.”

“Can’t wait to see it.”

“Young Bakugou…” All Might sighed.

“You don’t need to worry about it,” Aizawa said firmly. “You’re out of the Omega Milk Program.”

“Hah?! Says who?!” he thundered, rolling onto his side with a wince. 

“Says the school,” Aizawa responded. “Don’t move around so much, you’ll reopen your wounds.”

“That’s bullshit! It’s my decision!”

“Aizawa is right, Young Bakugou,” All Might said in what was probably supposed to be a soothing tone. “The staff decided to pull you from the program for your own safety. You’ve been deliberately targeted at least three times now. If Young Midoriya and Young Todoroki hadn’t gotten there when they did, you could have died.”

Flopping onto his back once more, Katsuki laughed. It hurt his chest and his throat, but he didn’t care. He kept laughing. It was just so fucking funny. All that pressure, all those expectations, all those poor, needy alphas and he was kicked out of the program just like that? He didn’t even get a say. He was just judged to be too weak to continue and kicked out. They didn’t know how he felt about the program. They had no idea what he wanted. And they didn’t care. They just made the decision for him, because that’s what the world did for omegas who couldn’t fucking cut it. 

He was laughing so hard he was crying, but he didn’t stop. His teachers were looking at him like he’d gone crazy, but he didn’t give a shit. It was better than the pity from before. 

“It’s fuckin’ amazing, ain’t it?” Katsuki said viciously, finally sobering. “How omegas don’t have any fuckin’ choice or say in their lives. Even in a school that’s supposed to be so fuckin’ cuttin’ edge. I still can’t choose for myself. Alphas attack me and it’s somehow my fuckin’ fault.”

His teachers didn’t reply. All Might was frowning. Aizawa just looked tired. The air smelled even more like guilt and upset alpha. 

Katsuki stared at the ceiling. His dad was right. About everything. Only his old man hadn’t mentioned that society tended to beat omegas with the short end of the stick too.

The overbearing silence in the room was broken when Recovery Girl bustled in with a tray of food twenty minutes later. She waved off Aizawa and All Might and told Katsuki to eat, so he did. It was porridge. Sick people food. He gulped it down, along with another bottle of water. 

After he was finished, Recovery Girl gave him a handful of pills and watched him take them. Then she undid his bandages and gave him another kiss. He watched the faint pink bite marks fade completely, as did the last few abrasions from his neck and side. Sharktooth’s multiple rows of serrated teeth had definitely been the worst part, but the alpha’s fucking sandpaper skin had also been cruel and punishing too. 

Exhausted but only slightly sore now, Katsuki let the little old lady help him sit on the edge of the bed. She put fuzzy socks on his feet while he attempted to tug on a UA-branded hoodie. She helped him with that too and then had him stand up. His movements were a bit slow and jerky, but after he proved that he could walk under his own power, she declared him well enough to head back to the dorms. 

He was honestly surprised that she didn’t scold him or blame him like the last time he’d been bitten by an alpha. She usually loved to act all put-out and bothered about having to do her job. And everyone loved to remind omegas of their place. He could tell that it was already night based on the dark windows, but she didn’t mention having to stay late either. Maybe she was pitying him too, for once.

Recovery Girl offered to help him at least to the shoe lockers, but he insisted he was fine. Of course, Aizawa was waiting for him just outside the infirmary door. They walked in silence to the front entrance where Katsuki sat down and struggled to pull on his shoes. 

“All Might went on ahead,” Aizawa said eventually, leaning against the lockers. “The class was already informed of the incident, as were the other omegas. Milking was stopped mid-session again today, after you were found and the details about your attacker came to light.”

“And the alphas who went without milk?” he asked, heading for the door.

“They were provided alternate options.”

As they walked towards the 1-A dorm, it was clear Aizawa had more to say. The rain had stopped, but the night was chilly and the air was still damp. Katsuki didn’t feel like waiting around. He just wanted to curl up in his nest. 

Lately, it felt like that was all he wanted to do.

“I’m sorry, for earlier. Of course you deserve the right to choose for yourself,” Aizawa said quietly. “We shouldn’t have tried to force your decision.”

“Tch.”

“I didn’t mention it before, but the school will be reaching out with contacts for therapists. After what’s happened lately, Nezu and your parents feel it’s best that you also talk to a professional. Someone from outside UA,” Aizawa said after another long moment of silence.

Katsuki paused. “You told my parents?”

“Of course. You were attacked on school property twice in one week. They had every right to know. Your father was particularly upset.”

“Yeah, no shit. He knows what it’s like for someone like me.”

“He’s an omega too, correct?”

“Fuckin’ obviously.”

“Look, Bakugou, if you ever want to talk about...well, anything, you can always come to me,” Aizawa offered and Katsuki immediately rolled his eyes. “I’m rootin’ for ya, kid. I don’t want you to feel like you have to go through everything alone.” 

Katsuki scoffed and shoved his hands into the hoodie’s pocket as he started marching towards the dorm again. He’d rather blast himself into space than have this conversation right now. He hated the feeling of being pitied. Pitied for being too weak. Pitied for having shit to ‘go through’ in the first damn place. Pitied for complaining about not being able to stay in the program. It wasn’t as if he fucking liked the program anyway. He knew that he was one of the top milk producers there in terms of output and, apparently, flavor. His inner omega was proud of that. And his rational side was glad the milk wasn’t going to waste. But at the end of the day, he just felt like it was his duty to participate. And it should be his choice whether or not to stop. Not the actions of some random fucking alphas forcing his hand or that of the school. Couldn’t he even have that tiny bit of power?

Of course he wanted to quit, but now he didn’t even have that option. He didn’t even have the power to say ‘no.’ That, like everything else, had been taken from him. He’d been attacked and held down, with his milk forcefully stolen. Two times on school property with no one around to stop it. There was the incident with Deku too, though for some reason it felt different. At least Deku had an excuse, the others didn’t. Hell, this time, he’d almost died because the school clearly misjudged Gooboy’s quirk - or the fucker hid the true power of it - and had gaps in its security that could be exploited. All of these things had happened right here on campus. None of it was his fault. He was just an easy target, apparently. And now he couldn’t even be trusted to make his own damn decisions. He wanted to laugh again, but he didn’t have the damn energy.

“If you show up tomorrow morning, that’s up to you,” Aizawa said as they reached the dorm steps. “I won’t stop you. You deserve the right to make your own choices, Bakugou.”

Katsuki blinked at his teacher and then nodded before stomping up the stairs. Aizawa said goodnight with a sigh, but the blond ignored it and went inside. Kicking off his shoes, he stormed through the common room. All Might was still there, but everyone turned to look at Katsuki. With a teacher’s presence, no one called out to him. The alphas all stood up and watched him, but none of them came forward. Katsuki was sure he was giving off some weird pheromone signals since he had a headache and felt irritable as hell. 

As he turned down the hall towards the elevator, he heard the rushing of feet. He didn’t even need to see who it was. Only one person would charge at him when he was this standoffish. Deku. The shitty nerd rushed after him, offering up his company for the night. Katsuki glared at him and shoved the alpha away when he tried to hug him.

“Kacchan, please!”

“Fuck off.”

“Can I come up with you? Just for a little bit, Kacchan? I want to make sure you’re okay.”

He almost wanted to say yes and let him. It hadn’t been that long since they’d snuggled on Deku’s bed, holding hands and forgetting the world for a bit. It hadn’t been that long since the nerd had kissed him and confessed. But right now, that kind of thing seemed so stupid and insignificant. He had bigger things to worry about than whatever confused emotions he felt for Deku. He needed to plan how he was going to finally make Gooboy pay for his crimes.

“I want to be alone,” is what he ended up muttering, watching Deku’s face fall.

Katsuki closed the elevator doors by hammering the button and rode it up to his floor. Once in his room, he locked the door and crawled into his nest. Curling up into a tiny, miserable ball, he hugged his baby blanket to his chest and sobbed.

His phone rang, the song his dad used to sing echoing around the room. Tonight, he didn’t pick up. He couldn’t. His parents knew about the attack this time. Hell, they probably knew about both of them. His mom’s ringtone started up next and he rolled over to turn his phone off entirely. He couldn’t face them right now. He couldn’t face anyone.

Why was he such a spineless sack of shit? What happened to the Katsuki Bakugou from before? The spitfire omega who clowned on alphas and took no shit? When had he turned into this crying, weak thing ? Bested by a fucking slimy beta and some shitty alpha bastards. Two attacks now and only one single explosion. There’d been no moment of victory or triumph. He’d almost bled out and died in a fucking bush somewhere. And he hadn’t even said no or been able to fight back. That fucking goo stopped him both times. Kept his quirk from igniting. Kept his mouth sealed shut. Kept him stuck and unable to fight back like he should have. It was disgusting. Embarrassing. 

As he thought about the two incidents over and over again, the self-hating portion of his evening slowly started to give way to suffocating fear and worry. He’d been approached by alphas three times. The library. The lunchroom - twice. And he’d also been attacked twice. In the hallway and just outside the side entrance. Five shitty run-ins with alphas. Who’s to say it wouldn’t happen again tomorrow? Maybe Deviltongue or Dogbreath or Screwloose or Snowball or Gooboy would be after him again. He still didn’t know Mysterio’s quirk - what if the alpha cornered him or used something super-effective against him? He’d have plenty more milk by then, just ripe for the taking. And he was all healed up and ready to be ripped to shreds again.

Suddenly, his nest didn’t feel quite as safe. He knew he couldn’t depend on UA’s security systems anymore. Cameras could be taken out with goo and while there was probably a teacher patrolling the dorm tonight, their pattern could be learned and snuck around. What if someone came in through the sliding glass door? Or kicked in a wall? Would he be able to defend himself this time? Would there be more slime? 

Shit. That was the wrong thing to think about. Now his brain was filled with images of the sludge villain from middle school. The feeling of slime slowly filling every orifice of his body. Choking the life out of him. Now it was gunk smeared all over his mouth and nose, restricting his breathing to one tiny hole. He could still feel the sticky, gloppy shit all over him. The smell. The taste. Now it was a dozen painful hands on him, groping and squeezing him all over. Now it was a fucking tongue. Fuck. Fuck! He didn’t want to go through that again. He couldn’t.

There was a thump outside his door and he froze. Standing up, he inched towards the door, ready for a fight. He paused when the scent of Aizawa's familiar pheromones hit his nose. Opening the door, he saw that hideous yellow sleeping bag on the floor with a mass of dark hair sticking out the far end.

"Sensei?" he whispered.

"Go to sleep, Bakugou."

"What are you doing here?"

"Keepin' watch. Now go to sleep," his teacher grumbled, opening one eye to stare at him.

Even a week ago, Katsuki would have argued. He would have ranted and raved that he didn't need someone to watch over him. That he could handle himself. Instead, he merely nodded and closed his door. It was stupid, but he felt so much safer with Aizawa there. Not just his presence, but the calming pheromones coming in through the crack at the bottom of the door. A part of him wanted to invite the man inside. Maybe if he fed Aizawa, he'd be able to fall asleep. Except he really, really couldn't handle another rejection right now. Crawling back into his nest, he sighed. At least the fears from earlier were mostly gone. Sensei would keep him safe and the pheromones were helping him settle down. Milking would be better, but it was still comforting. It was like some deep, hidden part of his brain didn't need to worry or overwork itself anymore. It knew it was safe. Damn instincts.

Still, instead of coming up with worst-possible scenarios or horrific what-ifs, his mind was finally able to focus on how he was going to handle Gooboy. He refused to let that pissant get the jump on him again. From now on, he'd keep his hands more guarded and his eyes focused on looking for someone hiding in the shadows. He didn't want this overwhelming sense of fear and dread to continue. He was going to put a stop to it once and for all. Come Hell or high water, tomorrow he was going to crush Gooboy like the insect he was. Katsuki Bakugou didn't hide in fear. He got shit done. He fought his own damn battles. First, he'd tackle Gooboy and then he'd go after the alphas - starting with Dogbreath. Deku and Todoroki weren't the only ones who could break teeth.

He was going to take his life back.

Chapter Text

The next morning, Katsuki skipped his run again and even ended up falling back asleep. He was exhausted from the healing and just...well, everything. Besides, if he was really going to try and square up with Gooboy - he needed all the energy he could get. 

When Katsuki left his room, Aizawa was sitting up and drinking a jelly packet. Katsuki thought it was a shit breakfast, but he wasn’t surprised. Instead of a pro hero or even a teacher, Aizawa looked like some giant yellow slug in that stupid sleeping bag.

“You want something better than that?” Katsuki asked, rubbing at the back of his head and trying to act like he totally wasn’t offering to make his teacher breakfast.

“I’m fine. You go get ready and I’ll see you in class,” Aizawa replied and Katsuki tried not to feel let down. 

“Tch.”

Hoisting his shower caddy, he made his way to the showers. While he hadn’t run, he was still up early for the milk program. Aizawa must have realized that, but at least the guy didn’t argue with him about it. Once Katsuki was dressed and ready, he walked downstairs to the shoe lockers and found Kirishima and Ashido waiting for him by the front door. They both looked like they had just woken up, but Kirishima smiled brightly and Ashido made some excuse about wanting to go to the library early for a quick cram session. 

Even though he knew they were lying, he allowed it. They walked alongside him to the milking room, trying to make light conversation around yawns and constant eye rubbing. Katsuki didn’t say anything. He felt like he was being escorted like some frail little kid. If anything, he would have expected his...no, the alphas to walk him. Maybe Deku had taken his words last night to heart and was finally giving him some damn space.

Walking with his beta friends was somehow better and worse than walking with an alpha. Better because he didn’t have to deal with alpha posturing this early in the morning, but worse because it meant news had gotten around. He was sure that it was Kirishima’s idea, the redheaded idiot’s heart was too damn big. And Ashido was probably still trying to make amends for blabbing about the first attack. He did feel safer around them though. Ashido’s quirk was the perfect foil to Gooboy and Kirishima was literally a walking shield. 

Normally, Katsuki would have shoved them aside and insisted he could walk on his own. But after yesterday… No, it was better to have his friends nearby. Just like how he’d allowed Aizawa to help last night. It wasn’t easy to accept. It rubbed against his ego the wrong way, but it was better than being alone. He still kept his body ready though, eyes scanning every nook and cranny for that little goo fucker.

Upon reaching the milk room, Katsuki signed the normal check-in paperwork outside with Power Loader. He waved Ashido and Kirishima off and they actually went in the direction of the library instead of back to the dorms to sleep longer. Katsuki appreciated the effort.

Inside, the milk room looked a bit different. There was a clear plastic sheet surrounding the entryway which blurred everything viewed through it, but still allowed people to see when someone new came in. Stepping past it, he saw that the machine itself had changed too. There was now a large metal canister in the middle of all the pumps, with hoses feeding into it. There were also blankets for modesty by all the chairs. He didn’t need it, but it would be nice for the girls. And it would’ve come in handy back when he was hiding the initial bruising.

Sitting down, he tried to hook himself up, but a support student hurried over and insisted on helping him instead. New policy, she said. Rolling his eyes, he sat back and let her. He’d just been healed by Recovery Girl, so he didn’t have anything to hide.

“There’s a new procedure starting today,” she explained. “The milk from all the omegas will be combined into one vat, shaken, and then put into bottles and distributed.”

Wrinkling his nose at the idea, Katsuki was about to argue when she interrupted him.

“That’s how they handle cow milk and it’s the best way we can ensure everyone’s safety. A blended batch will reduce issues with flavor and other unique attributes. We did some testing yesterday and the alphas responded fine before we had to, um...stop the process mid-way through.”

The girl seemed to realize how awkward the situation suddenly was, but Katsuki didn’t give her any escape. He just kept staring at her disapprovingly. So news had definitely gotten around then. Probably not all the gritty details, but at least that he’d been attacked. Which meant that the milking program had been stopped part-way through for the second day in a row. He wondered how many thirsty alphas blamed him now.

As for the new process, Katsuki didn’t like it, but he had to admit that it was probably a better solution. Alphas had managed to single him out in a matter of weeks after all. This method would eliminate that, since all the bottles would taste the same. 

After he was hooked up and pumping, he started in on his breakfast. The other omegas trickled in and started pumping too. Instead of bottles going out immediately after being filled however, all the milk went into the central vat where it was kept warm and constantly stirred. 

The girl who used to have a black eye still sat by him every morning. She didn’t cry today, but she did look at him with a sad smile. He always listened to music while milking, so they’d never talked. He wanted to apologize about Mineta. About all the problems he’d caused. But he didn’t. Words didn’t mean shit. Actions did.

Once Katsuki was pumped dry, he tried to leave the room, but Midnight told him to stay. Turns out the omegas would all be leaving together at the end of the session from now on. For safety reasons, he assumed. To avoid being targeted by alphas. Y’know, like he was. Over and over again.

After everyone was done milking, the omegas were escorted by Midnight and Present Mic, who was waiting outside. As they left, the machine went through a final shaking process and then started filling bottles and sliding them down the heated metal chute. Outside, there was another plastic sheet covering the opening of the little hallway where alphas stood in line to wait. He could see vague, blurry shapes, but no discernable attributes or faces of who was feeding today as the omegas walked by. 

At the end of the main hallway, Midnight dismissed them all and Katsuki was free to walk the rest of the way to class on his own. He ended up going to peek at the general studies floor, trying to catch a glimpse of Gooboy so he knew where to find him after school. Sure enough, right before the bell was set to ring, he saw the fucker enter one of the rooms along with a gaggle of other first year students.

Katsuki rushed back to his own classroom, making it just in time as Iida stood watch over the doorway and told him Aizawa was running late too. Stopping at Aizawa’s desk, Katsuki put down the apple and croissant he’d saved from his breakfast. It wasn’t much, but it was better than energy jelly. And it was a hell of a lot easier than saying thank you. As he walked to his seat, Katsuki noticed someone much taller sitting in Mineta’s spot. They still had purple hair, though. Shinsou winked at him and Katsuki rolled his eyes and sat down at his own desk. 

He needed to be on his best behavior today so he could avoid detention or another heart-to-heart with Aizawa. He wanted to catch Gooboy coming out of class and follow him somewhere more secluded to exact his revenge.

Katsuki was tired of alphas fighting his battles for him. He was tired of being weak and afraid. He was tired of feeling so out of control and helpless.

He wanted revenge and he was going to fucking get it.

The day dragged on, but eventually the final bell rang. Normally, Katsuki would be studying with his friends today, but he fobbed off with an excuse about having to go see Nezu and escaped from the classroom as the sound of the bell was still fading. 

Racing down the hallways before they got too crowded, he made it to the general studies floor and sneakily followed Gooboy down the stairs, out of the building, and then across the grounds. He could tell that Gooboy was acting suspicious, fidgeting and constantly looking around as he headed for what appeared to be Ground Beta. Katsuki used all his stealth training to stay out of sight and eventually it was just the two of them. Katsuki lingered near the entrance to the fake city, peeking around to see Gooboy standing on the street and looking side to side nervously.

Ducking behind a trash can when he heard some gravel crunch, Katsuki saw Dogbreath of all people turn the corner behind him and then start hurrying towards Ground Beta. Were those two fuckers going to plan another attack against him? Or maybe another omega? 

No. This shit ended here and now.

Pulling his hero costume gloves out of his backpack, he put them on. His hope was that if they got covered in goo, he could maybe remove them and have another attempt at using his quirk. As plans went, it probably wasn’t the best, but he was up against a quirk that could snuff his out in seconds. There was only so much he could do. 

Sneaking closer, he pressed himself against the concrete archway. He could hear Gooboy and Dogbreath talking in low tones. He snuck another peek. Good, neither one was looking at the entrance. For once, he’d actually have the element of surprise on his side.

It was now or never.

Blasting off from the ground, Katsuki hurtled himself at the pudgy beta and landed two explosions in the fucker’s chest. Gooboy flew backwards with a pained squawk, some goop leaking from his hands and falling in splatters on the ground.

“What the fuck?!” Dogbreath shouted, stumbling back. “You’re fucking crazy!”

“AND YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD!” he roared.

Gooboy groaned below him. Little shit had probably never experienced a real fight in his life. Good. One down, one more to go. He could do this. Without slime incapacitating him, beating up these shitstains was going to be easy.

Avoiding the puddles, Katsuki took off again and this time landed on top of the fleeing alpha. Dogbreath let out a very dog-like yelp as Katsuki fired an explosion right in his face. It was loud for him, so he could only imagine how loud it was for someone with dog ears. Not that he cared. He grappled with the alpha for a moment before kneeing him in the balls. Dogbreath cursed and Katsuki managed to get his arm around the fucker’s neck. He choked him out just like they’d been taught in class. Not enough to kill, just enough to make someone pass out. He punched the fucker right in the mouth too, hoping to at least chip one of those shitty canines. It was almost too easy how quickly the alpha went limp in his arms. Katsuki double-checked to make sure and yep, the asshole was unconscious. 

Pissed, he punched the guy some more. If it hadn’t been for that damn goo, he never would’ve been held down. They never would have been able to drink or touch him like that! He could’ve beat all four of them easily! It was the fucking slime! The only real weakness he’d ever come up against in a fight. Even Todoroki’s layers of ice couldn’t stop him, or that stupid overpowered shadow stuck to Tokoyami. He’d watched that thing eat a villain. But Katsuki had beaten it easily in the Sports Festival. He barely even had to try. 

Hell, even when the League had kidnapped him, they’d had to resort to the element of surprise and capture him in a shitty marble when his back was turned. And then they’d put him in quirk-nullifying cuffs and tied him up. The second his hands were free at that dumb factory they teleported him to, he’d fought them off and then blasted out of there no problem. Fuck. It was so bullshit. Surprise and slime. His two fucking greatest weaknesses used against him over and over. He growled, looking down at his palms as they popped and sizzled with his power. Not again. Never again.

Hearing a groan from behind him, he quickly rolled off Dogbreath. Looking over, he saw Gooboy struggling to stand up several yards away. Oh hell no, this shit wasn’t over yet. As if he’d let these fuckers just walk away!

Since Dogbreath was truly down for the count, Katsuki launched himself once more and tackled Gooboy, pinning the beta down and shaking him violently, hitting the beta's head against the ground before pummeling him with punches, jabs, and blasts. Snarling, he let out a string of curses as he tried to inflict all the pain and anguish he’d gone through onto the beta. Dogbreath was a bastard, yeah, but Gooboy was the real mastermind. Part of him wanted to ask why the fucker did it, but it didn’t really matter. Power, money, status, a grudge. He didn’t care why Gooboy did what he did. Someone like Deku would try to see things from the villain's perspective. Would try to talk things out or at least get an explanation. 

Katsuki just wanted to make him pay.

Their fight was more desperate than his easy trouncing of Dogbreath. Other than sharp canines and fluffy ears, Dogbreath’s quirk was useless. Unfortunately, Gooboy’s was a perfect fucking foil to Katsuki’s. It wasn’t long before goo was smeared all over him, taking one hand out of commission. It was stuck to his own thigh, so he was extra careful with his free hand. He tried to wrench the glove off, but it was stuck to his damn wrist. Fucking typical!

The two of them wrestled on the ground, shouting and hitting at each other. Gooboy tried to roll them over with leverage from his greater mass, but Katsuki was used to fighting people bigger than him and this time he wasn’t surprised, disoriented, or completely handicapped. He held his ground and landed blow after blow with his free arm, trying to avoid the slime oozing everywhere.

“DIE!” he shouted, grinning viciously down at the beta that had already started to cry.

This was it. He was going to kill this fucker. Punch after punch landed against the beta’s face and arms as the little shit tried to block the blows. Katsuki’s hands were smoking as he lit off little explosions to help add power to his strikes.

“Bakugou!” a familiar voice rang out - Aizawa.

No! Not now! Don’t take it away now, not when he was so close!

Only, Katsuki’s quirk didn’t stop. Instead, the oozing beta’s hands ran dry and Katsuki was finally able to get in a clean punch to the asshole’s face. Gooboy cried out and looked a bit starry-eyed and dizzy. So Katsuki punched him again in the jaw, even harder. 

Strong arms wrapped suddenly around Katsuki’s chest, hauling him up and pulling him away from the whining beta. Struggling, he shouted and kicked at the alpha holding him. He recognized the smell, or else he would have freaked out even more. Stupid fucking Shinsou. Stupid fucking Aizawa. He was getting his revenge! How dare they try to stop him?!

“LET GO OF ME!” he thundered, fighting wildly to break free. 

“What are you doing? He’s just a gen ed student!” Shinsou hissed, only barely managing to keep his hold on the omega.

“HE’S THE ONE WHO CAUGHT ME FOR THOSE ALPHAS!” he roared, eyes still locked on the trembling beta. “THE SLIMY BASTARD TOOK MONEY FOR IT TOO!”

Aizawa’s capture weapon flew out, wrapping up Gooboy. Aizawa had originally knelt by Dogbreath, but now he was looking only at the beta.

“Is this true?” the teacher asked of the boy who was sobbing and still sitting in a puddle of slime on the ground.

“No! He’s lying!” Gooboy’s face suddenly scrunched up and then he spit out a tooth and wailed. “Ahh! Look what he did! My tooth!”

“Tell me the truth,” Aizawa said sternly.

“I’ve never seen him before in my life!” Gooboy insisted. “He’s crazy! He attacked me and my friend out of nowhere! Please - let me go!” 

Katsuki blasted Shinsou off of him and charged at the beta with a screech, “LIAR!”

“Shinsou!” Aizawa shouted, staring unblinkingly at Katsuki now.

Shinsou’s capture weapon wrapped loosely around Katsuki, and the omega pulled against it. This was bullshit. How could they not believe him? Katsuki was a lot of things, but he was not a goddamn liar! He felt tears dripping down his own face as Shinsou finally pulled him back against his chest.

“What’s your name?” Shinsou asked Gooboy coldly. 

“Odei-” the beta started, before his eyes went blank and Shinsou’s quirk took hold. 

“Nod if you helped those alphas catch Bakugou,” Shinsou ordered.

Gooboy nodded and Aizawa cursed. 

“Ask him if that other fucker was involved too,” Katsuki spat, pointing at Dogbreath.

“Nod if the dog guy was also involved.”

The beta nodded again and Katsuki stopped fighting the capture weapon and slumped against Shinsou, panting and trying to catch his breath. At least now they knew the truth. He’d probably be expelled, but at least the little shitstain would be going down with him. Dogbreath too. Maybe one of the fuckers would squeal and give up the names of Screwloose and the other alphas. Hell, maybe Katsuki would just give up the other descriptions and let Aizawa handle it. Then, in a way, Katsuki would get his revenge on all of them, even if he was expelled or suspended. He’d bit off the head of the snake. And now it would die.

“I’ll take it from here, Bakugou,” Aizawa growled, pulling the beta in closer. “Keep your quirk on him, Shinsou.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m not done! That fucker-” Katsuki started.

“I know. And I’ll handle it,” Aizawa said firmly. “You should go back to the dorms, Bakugou.”

“Wait...you’re not taking me in too?” he asked, as Shinsou started removing his capture weapon. “I started the fuckin’ fight.”

Aizawa sighed. “While I would have preferred you to come to me or All Might, in this instance, I think you were justified.”

Wait. What? Aizawa was letting him off the hook? Why? Aizawa never let him off the hook. No one did! Everyone always blamed him for everything! He always got tied up or punished, regardless of whose fault it was. 

“If you want to avoid detention altogether though, you’ll send me a list of the other names,” Aizawa said.

“I don’t know their names.”

“Then descriptions, quirks, whatever you can provide,” Aizawa grunted as he lifted up Gooboy and threw him over his shoulder.

Katsuki nodded numbly, hardly believing that he wasn’t the one being carted off to the Principal’s office. And while he wanted to fight all the alphas involved, he knew it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying. Dogbreath had gone down like a sack of potatoes. Did he really expect a guy with screwdriver pinkies or a forked tongue to put up a good fight? They weren’t even in the hero course. He could probably lay them out with one goddamn punch. Gooboy was the only real challenge and Katsuki had taken care of him. He’d been winning before Aizawa and Shinsou had arrived - he was sure of that. And that was enough. 

“Go back to the dorms, Bakugou. I’ll let you know what happens,” Shinsou said quietly as he pulled off the last few loops of fabric. “You won. Just go before he decides to make you write that list in person.”

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbled, though he started walking towards the entrance.

He didn’t look back, nor did he thank Aizawa. Shinsou was right - this was a victory. Now Gooboy and Dogbreath would face both physical justice and practical justice. Katsuki wished he could’ve given them both an even longer ass-kicking, but this was probably better. Surely UA would even expel the assholes. And while he couldn’t provide names, Katsuki had enough information to get at least two other alphas involved. And maybe Gooboy or Dogbreath would cough up Mysterio’s name or quirk. Maybe Aizawa and Nezu could even get some answers about the rumors or how the fuck Sharktooth learned about Gooboy and Katsuki.

Once back in the dorms, Katsuki sat down at the table where his squad was studying. Unlike before, he wasn’t shaken or upset. He was actually feeling pretty fucking good. Ashido had stood up when he arrived, clearly worried and recognizing the slime, but he just smirked at her. She smiled and used her acid to take the goo off without him even having to ask. His other friends all stared at him for a few seconds before Kaminari finally broke the silence.

“Dude, you’re covered in dust and slime. Are you okay?” Kaminari asked hesitantly, clearly not wanting to set Katsuki off.

“Yeah, bro. Everything alright?” Kirishima said even as he shoved a bag of chips Katsuki’s way.

“I’m great,” he replied, pulling his textbook and notes out of his slightly goopy backpack. “Just had a quick spar, that’s all.”

“You actually do seem in a better mood than usual,” Sero noted.

“Because I won,” he grinned.

And maybe it hadn’t been the epic fight he’d wanted, but he still managed to get his revenge. Gooboy was clearly there to make more plans with Dogbreath, but Katsuki had put a stop to it. Aizawa and Shinsou were likely there for a private lesson, but they probably wouldn’t have thought anything of Gooboy or Dogbreath being there. It’s not like Ground Beta was off limits during the day. If Katsuki hadn’t been there to stop them, who knows what Gooboy would have come up with next… Whatever. It didn’t matter now. What mattered is that the little fucker was probably shitting his pants trying to explain himself to Nezu. And when Dogbreath woke up, he’d be in a world of trouble too.

Before starting on his homework, Katsuki pulled out his phone and wrote out descriptions of Screwloose, Deviltongue, and Mysterio and sent them to Aizawa and Nezu in an email. He also described how Gooboy had captured and incapacitated him during both attacks. And how Gooboy collected money from Sharktooth and Dogbreath both. What the fuckers had done was already bad, but the money actually made it worse in the eyes of the law. Katsuki was underaged after all, and his milk was illegal to sell or profit off of. Meaning Gooboy and the alphas had broken even more laws and gotten wrapped up in something way bigger and with way more red tape than just physical assault. He smirked as he sent the email, feeling a weight finally lift from his shoulders. 

Was it a flawless victory? No. But fuck, after the last few days he’d been through, it felt good to win at all. It felt good to finally be able to fight back. The endorphins and adrenaline from a worthy battle were still coursing through him. 

They weren’t as strong as the headrush after a good feeding, but he felt more like himself than he had in a long, long time.

All throughout dinner, Katsuki expected to be called to the Principal’s office. Instead, he received an email from Nezu asking him to explain his side of the recent incidents in even more detail. Including the library one way back before the program even started. He’d typed it up after doing his dishes and sent it along. This time, he decided not to hold anything back. 

Nezu replied, thanking him for his honesty and apologizing again on the school’s behalf. It wasn’t long after that when he received a photo to look at. Six alphas all lined up in the rat’s office. He sent back a response of the three that had attacked him with Dogbreath. He didn’t get a reply. 

Which meant they believed him. For once.

As if buoyed by Katsuki’s good mood, the entire class gathered in the common room to watch a movie after dinner. It was some new action flick that he’d never heard of, but he agreed to stay with everyone and watch it. For the first time in a while, he didn’t feel like retreating to his room. He wanted to hang out with his friends. 

Katsuki ended up sitting between Deku and Todoroki, even though Kirishima had saved him a better spot on the other couch. He didn’t thank the alphas for saving him from Sharktooth, but he did make popcorn with cayenne pepper sprinkled on top and only shared it with the two of them. Finding the right words was hard, so actions came more naturally to him. His mom never said thanks or sorry either, but she’d take him out to eat or buy him shit after their fights. It was like a little dance between them, and by this point in his life, he had the steps memorized. 

Somehow, he knew the alphas understood what he was trying to do. They’d easily agreed to let him sit between them, parting like the Red Sea. They didn’t mention how weak he was or how people had to save him again. They made normal small talk with him before the movie started, clearly enjoying his good mood but not commenting on it. They both ate a lot of popcorn. 

Todoroki’s warm side was turned on the whole time, which was nice since they didn’t have a blanket. In fact, he leaned towards Todoroki until Deku’s arm creeped over the back of the couch and onto Katsuki’s shoulders during the last half of the movie. When he leaned towards the green-haired alpha instead, the smell of mint grew stronger than ever. It was comforting. When two people in the movie kissed, Katsuki remembered that he’d never given Deku an answer. He’d been so busy dealing with other shit, he’d pretty much forgotten about the alpha’s confession entirely. Had even doubted Deku’s feelings, which wasn’t really fair to the nerd.

During the dramatic climax of the movie, he slid his hand into the one Deku had draped over his shoulder. He could hear the little gasp Deku made. Katsuki smirked and let their fingers tangle together as he focused back on the movie. His knuckles kind of hurt from punching so much that afternoon, and Deku’s warm hands felt good.

“Was that-?” Todoroki asked when the credits rolled.

Katsuki sighed. “Hat guy? Yeah.”

“He didn’t have a hat though.”

“No, he didn’t. I can’t believe you fuckin’ recognized him, IcyHot.”

Todoroki smiled and then took the empty popcorn bowl to the kitchen. Katsuki stood up and stretched. Deku offered to hang out some more, but Katsuki said he had a phone call to make and headed upstairs. 

Once he was back in his room, he called his parents. He didn’t go into much detail with them, but he explained a bit of what happened during both attacks. His dad cried. His mom shouted. He tried to apologize, but they told him not to. His dad told him it wasn’t his fault and his mom told him to keep his chin up. He promised he would. They told him to call one of the therapists and make an appointment. He promised he would.

The next morning in class, Aizawa stood at the front of the room and gave his usual announcements. Neither Aizawa or Shinsou had contacted him last night, so Katsuki listened closely in case his teacher mentioned anything about Gooboy or Dogbreath. So far, the announcements were all the usual stuff. Upcoming exams, homework deadlines, typical shit. 

“Also, you may have heard that several students were expelled yesterday,” Aizawa said, adjusting some papers. “A first year general education student was questioned about recent acts of violence, leading to their expulsion and that of four third year general education and support students.”

Katsuki bowed his head and stared at his desk. Holy shit. Holy shit! Was it over?! Just like that?! The sense of relief was overwhelming. Fuck, he knew why he’d wanted to fight the assholes himself, but putting his trust in Aizawa and the school had actually been way more effective. Instead of just scaring the alphas off, they were gone. Forever. 

Holy shit.

He could hear his classmates chattering about what the news meant and how rare it was for third year students to get expelled. He kept his head down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Not everyone would put two and two together right away, but the smarter members of his class would. That the expelled students were the ones who’d attacked him.

His phone buzzed and he pulled it out. It was a message from Shinsou. The alpha explained that he had to sit outside Nezu’s office last night with a bound, unconscious Dogbreath, so he didn’t have any names or details. But then Shinsou went on to describe a lineup of alphas, which Katsuki already knew about. He wouldn’t have recognized their names anyway, only the nicknames he’d given them like he did for everyone he met - Deviltongue, Screwloose, Mysterio. All questioned, all gone. 

Shinsou’s next text covered the info he’d heard from Aizawa afterwards. Apparently, Gooboy was marketing the underaged UA omegas to other alphas in the area on some seedy milk website. That would explain Sharktooth, then. And potentially even others. Which meant Katsuki was right to target Gooboy. The lynchpin of the entire fucked up thing. Shinsou also added that Katsuki had been singled out due to rumors about the quality of his milk and the fact that he went everywhere alone, unlike the female omegas.

Before he could even feel bad about that, he got a barrage of texts from Deku. They were mostly praising his bravery and offering to buy him extra portions at lunch to celebrate. The stupid fucking nerd. Katsuki wasn’t brave. Or at least he didn’t feel like it. Sure, he’d finally gotten to fight one of his own battles for once, but the real triumph went to Aizawa and Nezu’s interrogation skills. But, well, he was hungry. He could hear the alpha mumbling behind him. He turned around in his seat and flicked Deku in the forehead. The alpha looked up at him with a smile.

“I want curry,” Katsuki said by way of explanation. “Extra fuckin’ spicy.”

“Okay! Anything for Kacchan!”

With a huff, he turned back around. Why was he smiling too? Why did it feel like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders? All he did was pound one little slimy twerp into the pavement and knock out a fucking dog with one move. As fights went, he’d barely even worked up a damn sweat.

Still, he was honestly surprised at himself. Instead of feeling robbed of his victory or being able to fight the alphas entirely on his own, Katsuki just felt relieved. Without yesterday’s intervention, it would have only been a matter of time before one or all of the alphas attacked him again. Or before Gooboy found another buyer for fresh, underaged omega milk. Either thought disgusted him. Still, he was glad that he got to punch the fucker and rough him up a bit. He hoped that an immediate expulsion also meant the asshole didn’t get healed by Recovery Girl. That shitstain deserved his cuts and bruises. And a missing tooth. And they all belonged in juvie, which Shinsou hinted at in his final text.

Either way, it was all behind him now. Hopefully he could relax and get back to focusing on what mattered - becoming a hero and kicking even more villain ass. He hadn’t been doing much besides crying and hiding in his nest over the past week. He’d been isolating himself and getting stuck in his own head. He had to get back on task. More studying, more exercise, more time with friends. 

He also realized that without Aizawa’s help, no progress would have actually been made. Even if Katsuki managed to beat up all the alphas, they may have just turned their sights on the other omegas. People way more vulnerable than him, and he was clearly already an easy fucking target. With the other omegas, they wouldn’t even need the damn slime. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. Maybe accepting a little help wasn’t so bad. Just from time to time, though! Like letting Ashido clean off the slime or letting Aizawa punish his attackers with, y’know, actual lasting consequences. 

Oh and letting Deku buy him food.

Because instead of feeling weak or disappointed that he’d needed help, he felt...fine. Victorious, even. He’d finally get to focus on something other than the next attack. The worst thing in his life was back to being a stupid milk machine instead of slime and all the potential alphas that could be lurking around and waiting to hurt him.

He was free.

Chapter Text

A few days had passed since the expulsion of five students from UA. At first, that was all anyone wanted to talk about, but by now some new hot topic had taken over the school regarding Midnight and a so-called ‘costume malfunction’ so it seemed that most people had already moved on from the old news.

The omegas in the milking room had discussed it briefly and Katsuki learned that a couple of them had been approached by alphas in the last two weeks, but nothing serious came of it. He was mad that his own actions had put them in danger at all, but at least the situation had been properly dealt before any of them were attacked. A few of the omegas tried talking to him or offering sympathy, but he just huffed and turned up his music. Several of them, including the black eye girl, had given him some homemade cupcakes the day after the alphas were expelled. They were decorated similarly to his hero costume - with red X’s. He scowled at the girls, but they just smiled back at him. He didn’t want their help or their pity. He was fine. 

He still ate the cupcakes though.

Somehow, he was almost glad it had all happened to him and only him. He knew he could handle it. He’d dealt with shit like this before. Villains attacking him, being restrained, feeling weak and useless. And then the inevitable aftermath of being treated like a fucking pariah. He was used to the rumors and the nasty looks. People outside of 1-A already treated him like a leper before the incidents. He didn’t give a shit about what they had to say. Nothing they said or did could be worse than almost getting your tit bitten off by some feral psycho. 

Still, part of him wondered: why him? Was it truly karma from his middle school days? Did something about him just seem like an easy target? Objectively, he knew that he was strong and tough, but it never seemed to be enough to stop people from hurting him.

Shinsou said he was targeted because he was alone a lot, and the rumors that his milk was the best. He blamed Kaminari and Sero for the initial rumors about him feeding 1-A alphas before the program ever began. They’d been the only ones to see him feed Iida. The entire class knew the next day, which meant one or both of them had blabbed. At this point, Katsuki knew Iida would never do something like that. As for the high-quality milk rumors, that he blamed on Screwloose - the first alpha to approach him and get rebuffed. No doubt the fucker had decided to make trouble for him by stirring up even more shit. As for the alone thing, well, that was just how he operated. Of course girls went places in groups, even non-omega girls did that - even to the damn bathroom, which is weird. But he was a prospective hero, why should he cower or only go places with a friend or escort? It was bullshit. 

Zoning back in, he realized that he’d blanked out for the last half of Present Mic’s English lecture. Shit. He’d have to borrow notes from someone - ideally Iida. That guy had the clearest handwriting and didn’t involve any scribbled drawings in the margins like Deku or weird abbreviations like Todoroki. He’d never asked for any of his beta friends’ notes before, because he knew he’d only find disappointment. Unlike him, they made zoning out in class a fucking hobby.

When the bell rang, Katsuki made his way over to Iida’s desk to ask for his notes. He overheard the alpha talking to Uraraka and Asui, who were asking about the new milk process since Iida had just drank that morning. As always, Iida was overly positive about the school-based program and said how great it was that all the bottles tasted the same now and he hadn’t heard any complaints.

Frowning, Katsuki kept walking and just decided to text the alpha for the notes later. Instead, he hit up the bathroom and then returned to his seat deep in thought.

The new milking method was definitely better, so why did he feel so shitty about it? At this point, it’d been over a month since he’d stopped feeding his alphas directly. He wasn’t going to count the attacks and forced feedings. And while he’d felt amazing the day after the erasure of the biggest threat to his safety - Gooboy and those four alpha assholes - Katsuki soon felt just as anxious, angry, and empty as ever. Like he wasn’t fulfilling his purpose. Like he was just existing instead of thriving. 

And he knew that some of the alphas were feeling the same - particularly Inasa and Deku, who often prowled around or got way more aggressive than the given situation called for. Aizawa also looked more tired and rundown than he had when Katsuki fed him. All Might was back to coughing up blood and clutching his midsection. Todoroki fidgeted in his seat or played with the dumb things dangling from his hero costume belt during exercises. Iida was the only one who seemed unaffected, but even he sometimes spent longer than normal cleaning his glasses with frantic motions or inching towards Katsuki on the couch. 

They were probably getting some of Katsuki’s milk in every bottle. And the bottles were a bit fuller than before, since there were four fewer alphas to feed. So what was missing?

As for himself, Katsuki thought he would feel better knowing that his attackers were gone, but the afterglow from his victory against Gooboy and Dogbreath was short-lived. The very next day, he’d been back to feeling antsy and strung out. Constantly on edge, like any moment some new horrible thing was going to happen. No matter what, he just couldn’t seem to relax or calm down. It wasn’t even about the attacks necessarily - he’d felt the same way long before those had ever happened. He didn’t feel safe. That’s why he’d built his nest and hid there way more than he should. And he’d built his nest before the attacks too, they just compounded his pre-existing negative state of mind.

To be honest, he’d been dealing with this same sense of loss and constant overflowing anxiety since he’d started the milking program. He knew that the school needed him to help feed all the alphas and he’d made a commitment to help. And yet, he only felt compelled to feed his own alphas. The ones in his pack that relied on him. He missed the connection he felt with them all, and how they’d worked around each other like a well-oiled machine. And they clearly missed him too. He thought they’d abandon him or grow more distant after he stopped feeding them, but it was the opposite. He’d grown more withdrawn and avoidant, but they were still around, offering to hang out or study. Providing food or company or even just a warm shoulder on movie nights. 

Fuck.

They were still his pack. And he wanted what they used to have back. He’d tried to ignore it. Tried to deny it. Tried to blame it all on what came after. But it was clear now. His father was right. The milking program just didn’t work for his alphas or for Katsuki himself. His stupid, weak omega body was too dependent on the endorphins and hormones he got from feeding alphas directly. And even his rational brain missed the sense of trust and physical closeness that came from a feeding session. 

He missed it. He missed it a lot. 

Katsuki loitered around after their afternoon hero lesson, waiting for everyone else to clear out. When it was just him and Aizawa, he helped to clean up the training dummies and equipment in the gym. They worked in silence, but he caught Aizawa staring at him a few times. 

Once everything was put away, Aizawa sat down on one of the comfier floor mats. Katsuki wandered over and sat near him, fiddling with the zipper on his gym uniform. 

“What’s on your mind, kid?” Aizawa asked.

Everything. Okay, maybe not everything. But something important. Fuck, it was so stupid how much his life revolved around milk these days. And it’d all started with Aizawa, so here he was once again. Aizawa had offered to help him too. And while his teacher probably had a chat in mind, Katsuki was thinking about something else.

“A lot,” he sighed. “And I want to test something.”

He’d come up with a theory during lunch today, and felt like Aizawa was the best alpha to try it with. Not only was Aizawa the first alpha he’d ever fed, but he also trusted the man to be objective and honest. Plus, Aizawa was older and had therefore fed from way more omegas than the others. Not to mention that Aizawa looked like shit today - with eyebags so deep and dark they looked painful. In short, Aizawa was the best test subject. 

Getting up on his knees, Katsuki inched closer and slowly unzipped his top. Pushing back the fabric, he exposed his perfectly healed and unscarred chest. With the support students hooking him up to the machine and reducing the pumping speed as the session went on, even his normal bruises were pretty much gone. His nipples were slightly puffy, but he’d already taken the bandages off before their lesson. Even if it hurt a bit, he was determined to give this a go. He gestured for Aizawa to come closer, but the man was hesitant.

“You don’t need to do that anymore,” Aizawa insisted. “I’m fine.”

“I want to,” Katsuki said solemnly, an odd tone for him that made Aizawa look back at him. “I’m trying to make the right choice for me like you said I should, Sensei.”

Aizawa still looked hesitant, so Katsuki reached up and squeezed one of his pecs. He’d been milked that morning, but he’d produced plenty more since then. A little milk dribbled out and Aizawa’s gaze moved from the omega’s face to his chest. 

“Drink,” he said, because he wasn’t the type of person to say please, even to a teacher.

“Alright.”

This time, Aizawa moved in close and ducked his head. Licking up the milk, the alpha latched on easily and started to drink. Katsuki’s arms moved on their own, cradling his teacher’s head and stroking at long, soft hair. His nipples hurt a bit, but he focused instead on the familiar feeling of warm lips and coarse stubble rubbing against his skin again. Out of habit, he gathered most of the hair at the nape of Aizawa’s neck to keep it out of the way. He rubbed at the man’s scalp and watched with half-lidded eyes as the alpha gave into the act of feeding.

As Aizawa set up a nice, steady rhythm, Katsuki found himself basking in the sensation of this being right. No nozzle or pump could compare to this. No hand or suction device. His body had been craving this - needed this. He felt calm and satisfied and safe even before the endorphins really started to flood into his brain. 

For the first time in over a month, he felt himself fully relax.

When Aizawa pulled away several minutes later, Katsuki indicated to his other pec, but Aizawa wiped his mouth and shook his head. About to fix his clothes, Katsuki jumped in surprise when the gym door opened and then closed loudly, the sound ringing around the large empty space. Whipping around, he saw Shinsou standing there looking confused. 

“Uh…should I go?” Shinsou asked awkwardly, eyes darting between the alpha and omega in the center of the gym.

Realizing that Shinsou probably had a special lesson with Aizawa to help catch him up now that he was in the hero class, Katsuki looked over to Aizawa with an eyebrow raised in question. Aizawa nodded. 

Katsuki didn’t have any qualms about feeding Shinsou. The alpha had proved to be quite helpful recently and when Shinsou’d had the chance to take milk by force, he didn’t do it. In fact, he knew Shinsou better than he knew Inasa back when he first fed the Shiketsu alpha, so this was really nothing major to him. He was more worried about a tired, overworked Aizawa lashing out at an alpha drinking from the omega he just drank from. But if Aizawa was cool with it, then there shouldn’t be a problem. 

“Fuckin’ come here,” Katsuki sighed.

“Bakugou’s testing a theory,” Aizawa offered by way of explanation as Shinsou walked over cautiously.

“Want some?” Katsuki asked as he gestured to the slightly swollen pec Aizawa hadn’t fed from.

“Is this a trick?” Shinsou asked doubtfully. “I thought omegas weren’t allowed to do that.”

“Omegas can do whatever the fuck they want,” Katsuki replied with a scoff. 

“Uh, okay…” the purple-haired alpha said as he approached Katsuki and knelt down. 

Shinsou looked nervous, but still leaned over and, after a little readjusting, latched onto Katsuki’s nipple and started to drink. Running a hand through the alpha’s hair, Katsuki found it to be thicker and coarser than Aizawa’s. Otherwise, the two looked and even drank very much alike. With steady, unhurried sips that filled their mouths. 

Blissed out on endorphins for the first time in a long time, Katsuki made up his mind. He wanted this back. He wanted to feed his alphas and feel this satisfied and calm and whole and happy every single fucking day. Just like he did before the program. He wanted to be able to focus on the shit that mattered again. Himself. His studies. His future. His friends and pack. Who gave a shit about those other fucking extras? Nezu would just have to come up with something else if his absence meant the program would no longer be enough.

It wasn’t weak to leave the program, he realized as he played idly with Shinsou’s hair. It was scary to let Nezu and the school down and it made his chest pang to think about the other omegas having to strain themselves to cover for him. But at the same time, it was his own choice to quit. He’d sacrificed so much for the program - more than Nezu or Aizawa even knew. All those nights spent hidden in his nest when he could have been studying or sparring or just being a teenager. Besides, they’d said he could quit whenever he wanted. It was his fucking right. Like his dad said, omegas got to make their own decisions and alphas just had to deal with it. He’d dealt with plenty on their behalf lately with no benefit to himself. That stopped today.

Shinsou finally popped off and pulled away with a grin. “You really do taste the best.”

“Shut up,” he snapped, carefully zipping up his uniform to hide the heat in his face. 

“Well, Bakugou, did you make up your mind?” Aizawa asked. 

“Yeah,” Katsuki replied with a nod. “I want to stop participating in the Omega Milk Program.”

“That’s probably for the best. I’m glad you made your own decision,” Aizawa praised. 

“I still want to feed the alphas in my pa-...class though. Everyone that I fed before, and Shinsou too, if he wants,” Katsuki went on.

“You don’t have to,” Aizawa reminded him.

“I know. I...I want to,” he stated firmly. “No one’s been acting the same since I stopped and I want us all to...do our fuckin’ best, or whatever.” 

The younger alpha snorted and Katsuki sent him a nasty glare. Maybe he shouldn’t feed Shinsou after all. It wasn’t his fault he was sappy, the milking endorphins were no joke! And his brain wasn’t used to them anymore, so he felt all soupy and floaty. And annoyed.

“Shut up!” he barked.

Aizawa clapped Katsuki on the shoulder and smiled at him, a genuine one - not the creepy kind he usually gave after another one of his ‘rational deceptions’ during a lesson. 

“I’m proud of you,” Aizawa said fondly, patting the omega’s head. 

Huffing, Katsuki stood up and started walking towards the door before turning around again. Shit, how was he going to break the news to Nezu or the other omegas? He knew this was what he wanted, but actually quitting the program in person would be hard. He’d be letting so many people down. 

“What about Nezu?” he asked. 

“I’ll handle it,” Aizawa said, standing up and brushing off his pants. “Nezu had other ideas if the bottle one didn’t work out, don’t worry. You’re not the only omega who’s brought up quitting recently. And you’re hardly the only one who used to directly feed a trusted group of alphas.”

That was news to Katsuki - at least the part about Nezu’s backup plans. He knew that some of the omegas had fed people before, in fact most of them had. Maybe if they were all able to return to that preferred method, then the school would have fewer alphas to worry about feeding with their new program. Honestly, it made him feel better about his own decision. He’d still be feeding a lot of alphas, but at least it would be personal and mutually beneficial. He’d feel less like a goddamn cow and more like a person.

“Thanks, Sensei,” he said quietly, hoping only Aizawa heard it - he didn’t need Shinsou getting ideas about Katsuki being nice or polite or whatever.

Walking towards the door, he heard Aizawa and Shinsou prepare for their supplementary lesson. He had to admit that Shinsou would make a way better hero than Mineta. UA had definitely made the right call there.

That grape-headed fucker could rot for all Katsuki cared.

Deku and Todoroki were waiting for him in the locker room, sitting on the bench between the lockers and watching an All Might video on the nerd’s phone. Katsuki recognized it as one of Deku’s favorites - the bus rescue. He’d watched it himself a dozen times back in the day, at least. It was All Might at his very best: the iconic Symbol of Peace.

“Oi, losers,” he greeted amicably as he grabbed his stuff and then stepped into a shower stall and closed the curtain.

“You’re looking better, Kacchan,” Deku said over the sound of the phone.

Of course Deku would notice something like that in the ten seconds he’d had to look at Katsuki. In the last couple of days, they’d been spending quite a bit of time together. Katsuki still hadn’t given him an answer, but the nerd didn’t ask for one or pressure him. They just studied or watched their show, sometimes they sat on Deku’s bed and discussed recent villain fights or the dumb stuff their classmates did. It was...nice. 

“Shut the hell up, Deku,” he spat without any venom as he turned on the shower.

“You’re sounding like your old self again,” Todoroki noted.

Lifting his arms up, Katsuki flipped both of them off over the top edge of the shower stall. The two alphas laughed and it wasn’t long before Katsuki was laughing too. He felt good. More centered. 

He’d always let people down, that was just life. The key was not to let down the people close to you though, and he’d been doing that a lot lately. Putting himself and others in danger just because he was too stubborn to admit when he needed help. This afternoon had proven that sometimes you needed help to figure out your own thoughts and feelings. Until he’d felt those milking endorphins again after so long, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure. Now he was.

And he knew that he’d never be the ideal omega in society’s eyes, but that was okay with him. He just wanted to be himself. And for the first time in what felt like forever, he finally did.

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Katsuki woke up one Saturday morning feeling better than he had in a long, long time. Before he even got dressed for his run, he started dismantling his nest. He didn’t need it anymore. He’d only met with his therapist a few times, but she was actually incredible at helping him work through things. Not just the attacks, but also his own feelings of inadequacy and doubt. Their talks weren’t exactly fun, but at least they were productive. The rest of his life was looking up too.

Two weeks ago, he’d fed Aizawa and Shinsou in the gym after school. Since then, he’d slowly established a new routine for feeding all of his needy alphas. It took a little bit to get everything sorted out, but they were all on a schedule now that seemed to work for everyone.

On Monday mornings, he fed Aizawa during homeroom and first break so the hero could be refreshed and ready for another week of teaching the rowdy 1-A students. Even two weeks in, the long-haired alpha was already looking better and his eyebags were almost gone. Aizawa drank from Katsuki just like he drank from jelly packets - with long, steady sucks in a nice rhythm. 

On Tuesdays, an hour or so before curfew, he fed Todoroki in the alpha’s dorm room. They laid out on the futon and Katsuki let the alpha take as long as he wanted suckling at his chest. After Todoroki was finally done drinking and Katsuki had recovered a bit from the overwhelming, soupy endorphins of such a long feeding, the alpha would help Katsuki back to the omega’s own room to sleep. Todoroki was the most needy by far, sometimes fetching Katsuki before their usual time just so he could suckle and nuzzle longer. Katsuki allowed it. At least for now.

On Wednesdays, he fed Iida in the common room after their group study session. If the place was too rowdy, he’d feed Iida in the alpha’s room instead. Iida drank fairly quickly and tended to kick his feet a little when he got really into it. After feeding, Iida always made sure to get Katsuki a nice big dinner as a thank you. Iida was the cleanest drinker, and he would wipe down Katsuki’s chest after and always buttoned up the omega’s shirt for him like the proper gentleman he was. 

On Thursday evenings, he fed Inasa in the locker room after their Remedial Course lessons. Todoroki would keep watch while the massive Shiketsu alpha drained Katsuki dry in a matter of minutes. The omega usually slept on Todoroki’s lap during the ride back and most of the time Aizawa would have to haul him to bed. Not that the alphas ever complained. Feeding Inasa was like attaching a hurricane to your nipple, but Katsuki kind of liked it. No one drained him as quickly and thoroughly as Inasa, in massive gulps that still took the omega’s breath away.

On Fridays, he fed All Might on the couch in one of the staff lounges after their meeting with Deku. The hero didn’t cough as much anymore and could even hold his empowered form a few minutes longer than he used to. Deku always stayed, watching All Might feed. At first, Katsuki had been against it, but Deku promised not to interrupt and All Might didn’t seem to mind. So Deku stayed, though Katsuki would glare at him if he started muttering or leaning forward for a closer look. All Might was always very polite and grateful and drank deeply but gently.

On Saturday afternoons, he fed Shinsou on the roof of the 1-A dorm building. The alpha liked to hang out up there after his lessons with Aizawa and Katsuki liked the breeze and solitude. Shinsou had a rhythm and latch much like Aizawa’s, without the stubble. Shinsou also had the habit of falling asleep afterwards and shockingly, Katsuki tended to let him get away with it. At least for a little while.

On Sundays, Katsuki fed Deku in either his room or the nerd’s room, usually later in the evening. They tended to spend most of their day off together anyway, studying or watching a TV show or anime. Deku was definitely the most handsy and the most likely to lick or kiss at Katsuki’s nipples and chest. He was also the only alpha to growl while drinking if someone knocked at the door or made a loud sound in the hallway. And he always, always had a free hand protecting Katsuki’s open pec. 

The new routine was working out great. Despite feeding seven alphas, Katsuki felt better than ever. He was calmer and able to focus on his homework and hero lessons more easily. He didn’t feel so unhinged and antsy. He felt like he belonged at UA and had a place. His aggression had gone down too, as had that of his alphas. No more bumped shoulders, overly-intense spars, or random alpha posturing.

As someone who was often loud and boisterous, it was nice to have a moment each day to unwind and relax. And watching the alphas suckle eagerly at his chest made him feel needed  and respected. It fulfilled his inner omega’s desires to provide for and bond with its pack. 

This was how his life was supposed to be.

After class, he studied with his squad in the common room for an hour or so until Shinsou returned from his lesson with Aizawa. Packing away his stuff, Katsuki followed the alpha up to the rooftop. 

It was raining gently today, but the stairwell entry had an overhang on it that kept them dry. Shinsou spread out his black sleeping bag and Katsuki sat down on one side of it as Shinsou sat on the other. When the alpha had first brought out the sleeping bag, Katsuki had made fun of him for it. But it came in handy from time to time. And at least it wasn’t fucking yellow.

Pulling up his sweater, Katsuki helped Shinsou get in the right position and then sighed as the alpha latched on and started to drink. He was back to expressing between feedings, usually first thing in the morning, except for Mondays. Since Aizawa fed early, Katsuki tended to squeeze out the extra milk at night instead. He didn’t mind the waste so much anymore, knowing that the vast majority of his supply was going to seven healthy, worthy alphas. And he wasn’t being forced to try and sleep with plump, dripping tits just so the milk machine would be happy in the morning. 

The other alphas going to UA weren’t left without either. The day Katsuki quit the milk program, so did three other omegas. They all wanted to go back to feeding the alphas they knew and trusted. Everyone was feeling borderline depressed, suffering from anxiety and dark thoughts. So Nezu ended the milk program and came up with something else. 

The school put out a notice to omegas in the area, asking for volunteers to join a free, UA-only milk bar service. Several omega volunteers from the community signed up, as did a few of the omega students who were still fine with the old milking program. There were fewer alphas who needed to drink, since Katsuki and three other omegas were feeding classmates. And UA stopped offering the service to their staff members, asking them to find other sources. 

The UA milk bar was held on Mondays and Wednesdays after school. Alphas were assigned to one of those days and they got to drink as much as they wanted from the omega of their choice. No more bottles or anything, either. The alphas drank straight from the omega, so both parties got to share in the endorphins and instinctual elements of feeding. 

So far, the program was going well. They had quite a few omega volunteers, so there was plenty of milk to go around and there hadn’t been any issues with aggression or after-hours attacks. Everyone got the endorphins and hormones they needed, so there was no need to stalk an omega down later in the week. All the alphas and omegas went through regular health checks like any other milk bar, but no money was exchanged, so there was no conflict of interest or issues with some of the omegas and all of the alphas being underaged students. Everything was on a volunteer basis. 

It seemed like UA’s milk problem was finally solved. 

As for Katsuki, he felt like his problems were solved too. In the last two weeks, he’d been more focused and content. He no longer felt anxious, scared, or hollow. All the alphas in his life had mellowed out too, which was great. No more unnecessary snapping or overly-aggressive fighting during hero lesson spars. No more heavy alpha pheromones. The world was back to how it should be.

Shinsou slowly pulled away from Katsuki’s second nipple, licking at his lips and flopping his head down onto the omega’s lap.

“I sleep better on days I feed,” the alpha yawned, snuggling in for a quick nap.

“Me too,” Katsuki sighed, still petting at the tired alpha’s hair.

Shinsou blinked. “But you feed people every day.”

“Shut up.”

The alpha grinned, but closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s waist like a pillow. Shinsou was asleep in seconds. Katsuki didn’t mind. He was fine with watching the rain until dinner time, enjoying the endorphins swirling in his head. 

Better than fine.

On Sunday, Katsuki woke up early so he could get in a run before acting out the surprise he had in mind for Deku. It was a nice sunny day, though the air was a bit crisp this early. He only flipped off Iida twice when the alpha lapped him as he jogged around campus, which was honestly amazing progress. The fucker only laughed anyway, telling Katsuki the same chipper ‘on your left’ as always.

After a quick shower, Katsuki set about making the plumpest, fluffiest pancakes of all time. He’d heard Deku complaining about missing his mom’s cooking, so he’d hatched a plan to make the nerd’s two favorites. Fluffy pancakes for breakfast and katsudon for dinner. It was a surprise, so he texted Deku to come to the kitchen ASAP to ‘explain himself’. He knew a vague, threatening message like that would light a fire under the sleepy alpha’s ass.

Flipping the last two pancakes, he finished with the bacon and started plating things up. Three fluffy pancakes each, with butter, syrup, and powdered sugar on top. As a garnish, he added some mixed berries and a few strips of bacon. He was pouring the tea when Deku rushed into the kitchen, already mumbling an apology when the alpha suddenly froze.

“Kacchan made pancakes?” Deku asked in shock.

“Yep. For you,” Katsuki smirked, holding out the plates so the nerd could see.

“Wh-What?! K-Kacchan made p-pancakes...for me?!” the alpha stuttered. “But w-why?!”

“Hah?! You don’t want them?!”

Deku zipped across the tile flooring in a flash of green. “I want them!”

Huffing, Katsuki walked to the nearest table and set down the plates and went to go get their tea. He placed the cups down and then sat and gestured for Deku to do the same. It may have been too early to surprise the alpha. Deku’s face was red and he was muttering up a storm, rocking back and forth in his chair.

“Eat.”

“THANKYOUSOMUCHKACCHANILOVETHEM!” Deku bawled loudly, tears flowing as he took a massive bite. 

“Fuckin’ slow down! You’re gonna choke, shitty Deku,” Katsuki reprimanded as he took his own bite.

The pancakes were pretty good. He’d never made them before, but the texture was perfectly light and fluffy and he’d mixed some cinnamon into his syrup to help balance the taste.

“It’s so good, Kacchan!” Deku exclaimed, having already wolfed down an entire pancake and two strips of bacon. “Kacchan’s amazing!”

Their meal continued like that. With Katsuki eating calmly and Deku eating like a rabid animal and muttering constant praise. Katsuki would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. Sometimes, it was hard for him to accept compliments or praise. He didn’t feel like he deserved it. Or that the people were pitying or looking down on him somehow. It was much, much easier to believe all the nasty, shitty things people threw his way. Degradation and blame. Hate and vitriol. He bathed in it. Defined himself by it. 

But he was beginning to realize that with Deku, the alpha honestly meant it when he praised Katsuki. He always had.

Dinner was a huge success too, with Deku eating two bowls of katsudon and a fistful of the mochi ice cream Katsuki had made for dessert. The katsudon was for Deku, but Katsuki shared the ice cream with everyone who wanted a piece since the recipe he used ended up making a ton. Todoroki made a dry comment about Katsuki really liking mochi ice cream when the alpha saw the heaping plate of treats, which made Deku cling to Katsuki’s arm for some reason. The nerd had immediately pulled Katsuki back to the kitchen to serve up a third bowl of katsudon. Katsuki had to help the stupid idiot finish it. 

After dinner, they went up to Deku’s room and relaxed on the nerd’s bed to watch the last few episodes of their show. Only an hour in, his tits started leaking milk. Whenever he was alone with Deku lately, his let-down reflex kicked into overdrive. He liked feeding all his alphas - but Deku was clearly his inner omega’s favorite. So his body always tried to get a jump-start on things.

And, okay, maybe Deku was his favorite too.

He fed Deku halfway through the finale, once the alpha was no longer as full from their earlier meal. Deku was his usual grabby self, rooting and suckling insistently as he groped at Katsuki’s chest and waist. Someone slammed their door down the hall and Deku snarled and stiffened, but Katsuki helped calm him back down by lightly scratching at the alpha’s scalp and shushing him quietly. Deku always got a bit feisty at feeding time. Not with Katsuki, but definitely with everyone else. The green-haired alpha was the most protective and possessive mouth he fed by far. He couldn’t feed Deku out in the common room or anyplace with other people around. Always in one of their dorm rooms or an isolated sparring location. 

Once the alpha was done, they continued to snuggle. Deku’s face was still buried in Katsuki’s chest and he squeezed at the omega’s pecs gently, kneading them like a cat. It felt good, but Katsuki knew what would feel even better. Reaching out, he brought Deku’s head up and kissed him softly.

They’d shared a few kisses since Deku stole the first one during their study session several weeks ago. They were usually slow and gentle, with curious hands and cautious lips. 

Tonight though, Deku started kissing longer and deeper. The alpha’s tongue slid across Katsuki’s bottom lip and he opened his mouth slightly. Deku responded immediately, swirling his tongue inside Katsuki’s mouth. It was hot and wet and kinda messy, but also really, really fucking good. He could taste a hint of sweet milk on the alpha’s tongue. 

Pulling back to breathe, Deku smiled down at him. “I like you, Kacchan. I like you a lot.”

Katsuki still hadn’t given Deku an answer. He’d been too unsure. Too scared. But now that his life had finally returned to normal, he felt like he could finally respond. Like he could finally be honest with himself. He liked Deku more than his other alphas. He trusted him more, understood him more. He wanted Deku around all the time. No one made him feel as safe or wanted as Deku did. And while they had plenty of baggage left to sort through and discuss, Katsuki knew one thing for sure. 

“I like you too, nerd.” 

Deku squeaked and kissed him again, hard and fast. Katsuki wrapped his arms around the alpha, clinging to his back as the nerd suffocated him with enthusiastic kisses. With each heaving breath, Deku chanted the omega’s name and layered more and more praise upon him. How strong Katsuki was. How beautiful. How good he tasted. How nice he smelled. How he shined so brightly. How he was going to be an amazing hero some day.

And for once, Katsuki believed every word.

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Shivering, Katsuki closed the curtain on Deku’s sliding door. It was too dark to see, but it had been snowing outside all day and he was ready to call it a night. Turn off the lights, snuggle up with Deku, and watch some anime as the alpha fed. 

It had been months since Katsuki started feeding his alphas again and everything was still going well. He was doing great. His alphas were doing great. UA’s new milk bar process was still running smoothly. Everything was as it should be. 

Katsuki and Deku slept in each other’s rooms a lot lately. They fell asleep while spooning most nights, though they switched between who was big and small frequently. Sometimes Deku would wake up from a nightmare and Katsuki would put the alpha back to sleep with a little milk. Sometimes Katsuki woke up from a nightmare instead and Deku would hug him and put him back to sleep by drinking a little milk. It was nice to have someone there to distract and comfort him with no judgement or grumpiness. Deku was always willing and eager to help, no matter how late it was or how long it took Katsuki to settle down and fall back asleep.

It was Sunday and they’d spent the evening eating and studying in Deku’s room. He’d sent the nerd to the kitchen with their dirty dishes and empty cups while he tidied the room a bit. By the time the alpha returned, Katsuki was already stretched out in the nerd’s bed with Deku’s laptop set in place and their current anime pulled up. 

“Kacchan looks so cozy,” Deku cooed from the doorway.

“Cold,” he grumbled, rubbing at his arms. 

“Kacchan should’ve gotten under the blanket,” Deku chided as he joined the omega and wrapped the blond up in his arms. 

“Mm.”

Who needed a stupid blanket when you have a walking space heater like Deku around?

They settled in to watch their show. After half an hour or so, Katsuki’s skin began to itch and his pecs throbbed in a way that only happened with Deku. The desire to feed his alpha was overwhelming sometimes, especially on Sunday nights when he was full and ready to burst with milk. He always saved up when it was Deku’s turn to feed. Pulling up his sweater, he gently tugged Deku’s head over. Deku eagerly repositioned himself and started suckling. 

Letting out a little groan of relief, Katsuki hugged the alpha’s head to his chest. His body tingled when Deku’s tongue teased his nipple, flicking at it and swirling around even as he drank. All the other alphas just suckled, but Deku always made more of an event out of it. Especially lately. And fuck, it felt so good to have a warm mouth sucking and teasing his sensitive nipples. 

Deku crooned, massaging at Katsuki’s other pec as he fed, eyes closed and completely blissed out on their shared hormones. Katsuki pet the alpha’s hair gently, relaxing into the bed and ignoring the anime’s end credits entirely. His world had shrunk down to the feeling of Deku’s teasing mouth. 

With the other alphas, it was just instincts. With Deku, it was sensual.

Fuck, he wanted it to last forever. 

Deku had moved to the second pec when Katsuki realized that the alpha was practically humping his leg. He pushed the nerd away and Deku’s mouth came off with a wet pop. The alpha pouted, tongue darting out to lap at Katsuki’s hard nipple.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Katsuki asked.

“I missed this so much, back when you started the program,” Deku mumbled, eyes half-lidded and tongue still flicking. “And it just gets better and better every time. I can’t hold myself back anymore. Kacchan’s so warm, so beautiful, so strong, so perfect.”

Scoffing, Katsuki turned his face away to hide the flush that had no doubt spread across his cheeks. It wasn’t the first time Deku had humped him. He hadn’t known what it was at first, he just thought the alpha was wiggling around. It wasn’t until a month or so into their resumed feeding sessions that he felt the alpha’s thick clothed cock rubbing against his thigh for the first time. But tonight’s humping was harder than usual, Katsuki could clearly feel the alpha’s length poking at him. He could already feel himself slicking up in response and blushed even darker.

He tried to shove Deku away again, but the alpha clung to him. “Please, Kacchan? Just a little longer? I’m so thirsty.”

With a sigh, Katsuki gave in and pulled Deku’s face back to his chest. He wanted it to keep going too. Fuck, he wanted even more. He was on suppressants, but sometimes he felt hints of his skipped heats - that fabled omega lust peeking through.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Deku breathed before latching on again, eyes fluttering closed.

Katsuki’s pussy clenched with interest, his clit pulsing each time Deku tongued at his nipple. Deku sometimes called him that while in the heat of the moment as he fed. Katsuki didn’t mind. If anything, the taboo of it kind of turned him on and made his inner omega purr. Since he was already horny and his brain soft and gooey from feeding endorphins, the word seemed to fit now more than ever. 

Deku bit teasingly at his nipple and Katsuki groaned. Fuck. They kissed all the time, and Deku often showered the omega’s chest with affection and teasing touches alike, but they’d never gone much further than that. Katsuki had wanted to a few times, but Deku was always hesitant and insisted that he was fine with waiting. Saying shit like how they were both virgins and shouldn’t rush into things. 

It was sweet of him, especially considering that Deku hadn’t even known the full extent of the alpha attack in the classroom until Katsuki had told him months later. Katsuki had worried at first, thinking he might have flashbacks or something, but Deku didn’t smell or act or feel anything like those assholes. Deku felt safe. Now that they’d spent so much time in close proximity, sharing beds and blankets and hugs and kisses, Katsuki wasn’t afraid. He was ready. And if tonight’s enthusiastic humping was any indication, so was Deku.

Cradling Deku’s head gently, Katsuki felt the nerd start up his rhythmic movements again. There was still some milk left, but the alpha was no longer drinking. Instead, he was nibbling and licking at the omega’s hardened nipples. Moaning, Katsuki’s own hips twitched upwards. Immediately, Deku started thrusting down more insistently. Katsuki could feel that rock hard length pressed against him. So close to where he wanted it and yet so far.

Fuck, he wanted it. 

Now.

Grabbing the hand Deku was using to squeeze his tit, Katsuki brought it to the waistband of his panties. His loose sweats were already slightly tugged down from Deku’s humping, revealing the omega’s hip bones and pastel orange panties. The second his fingers brushed fabric, Deku groaned and sped up his motions even as his hand slipped underneath Katsuki’s panties. 

The alpha stopped at Katsuki’s dick, squeezing lightly and rubbing at it. Katsuki’s cocklet wasn’t even as long as one of the alpha’s fingers. And while it felt good, he knew that nothing would come of it. Literally. Using his own hand again, he pushed the alpha’s fingers farther down.

When the alpha’s crooked fingers slid through Katsuki’s wet folds, Deku rumbled a growl. The nerd tried to pull away, probably to ask if it was okay, so Katsuki held the alpha’s head tight to his chest. 

“Don’t stop,” he begged, canting his hips up.

Deku groaned and started humping against him again, fingers moving faster and more greedily than ever. And oh fuck, it felt amazing. Katsuki didn’t masterbate much - he was too busy with studying and training - but he knew what felt good down there and what didn’t. And holy shit, Deku’s clever fingers felt incredible. Fuck. He wanted Deku. Craved him. And Katsuki was on suppressants and birth control, so why the fuck not? There was no risk of pups or mating bites. Just a relief of pent-up desires and the culmination of their growing feelings for each other.

He was so fucking horny he could barely stand it. 

With a little more guidance, Katsuki got Deku’s hand right where he wanted it. Deku started rubbing more purposefully at his clit and Katsuki mewled, pulling the alpha up for a kiss. Their lips smashed against each other sloppily, but he didn’t care. Legs quivering under Deku’s onslaught, he moaned and rocked his hips up to meet the alpha’s motions. Somehow, Deku knew just where to press, to flick, to tease. Or fuck, maybe it felt good because it was Deku’s fingers. His alpha was making him feel so amazing. Like he was floating away. And that feeling, combined with the post-milking endorphins and the alpha’s heady mint pheromones? It was overwhelming.

“Fuck, fuck. M’so close, Dekuuu,” he whined, back arching a bit as the alpha pinched at his clit and rolled it.

“Mmn,” the alpha crooned, rutting down hard. “Mommy’s so wet.”

Oh god. He needed it so bad. His omega was crying out for its alpha. Gripping tightly at Deku’s back, he shuddered and came with a loud moan. As the waves rippled through him, he felt even more ravenous than before. It wasn’t enough. He needed more! His pussy clenched around nothing and he whimpered, wiggling his hips.

“Deku, p-please! Need it!”

“Yeah?” Deku groaned, still humping desperately at Katsuki’s leg as he licked the slick off his fingers. “What does Mommy need?”

“Fuck me, alpha,” he insisted, tightening his hold on Deku’s back and shoving his hips up. “Need it!”

Hazy green eyes stared at him for a split second before the alpha growled and started kissing eagerly at Katsuki’s neck and chest. Scarred hands pulled down the omega’s slick-drenched sweats and panties and tossed them away. Deku stripped off his own t-shirt and then tugged down his pants, releasing the biggest, hardest cock Katsuki had ever seen. He’d felt it a few times against his thigh, but he’d never seen it unleashed before. His pussy throbbed at the sight, desperate to feel it inside. His own little dick was hard too, despite its uselessness. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, reaching out to grip at Deku’s cock.

God, it felt so thick and heavy in his palm. The alpha rutted into his hand with a grunt, mouth still working over Katsuki’s chest and shoulders. He could tell that Deku was totally gone - normally at this point he’d be asking if Katsuki was sure or how he was fine going without. And usually Katsuki was tired or nervous enough to agree to slow down. But not tonight. Tonight, Katsuki wanted more. Deku was his and he wanted all of him.

“Fuck me, Deku,” he panted desperately. “Need it inside, baby.”

Deku moaned and started sliding the tip of his cock through Katsuki’s folds. Eyes rolling back, Katsuki tugged the alpha back up for a kiss as he rolled his hips to meet Deku’s movements. He wanted to feel it inside him. Needed to be one with his alpha.

“Give it to me!” he barked, gripping tightly at the alpha’s curly hair.

“Mommy,” Deku breathed, hugging the omega close.

Their lips crashed together again, tongues chasing each other from one mouth to the next. Deku’s hips changed their angle and that cock slowly started pressing inside. Fuck, it was huge. Feeling his walls expand around it, Katsuki moaned and wrapped his legs around Deku’s waist. His pussy clenched down on it greedily and Deku hissed at the tightness. 

Wincing as the alpha’s cock kept pushing deeper and deeper, Katsuki was distracted by Deku moving back down to suckle and nibble at his pecs again. Feeling milk dribble out while his pussy was getting stuffed full made him cry out, legs shaking and back arching. Fuck, he felt so good. Every nerve in his body was lighting up with pleasure.

Deku finally bottomed out and Katsuki raked his blunt nails up the alpha’s bare back, urging him onwards. He felt so full, so good. With a ragged moan, Deku started to thrust in and out slowly as he sucked and licked at Katsuki’s neck and chest. Milk trickled out messily but Katsuki didn’t care, he was too overwhelmed by the sensation of Deku’s thick cock dragging out slowly and then smoothly pushing back in. The friction was incredible.

“M-Mommy,” Deku muttered. “Tastes so good.”

“Mm, Dekuuu~!”

The alpha sped up, balls slapping against Katsuki as Deku drove his cock deeper and deeper. Katsuki wailed, clinging tightly to Deku as the alpha pounded into him over and over again. 

“Mommy feels s-so...ngh...good around my cock,” Deku babbled, face buried in the omega’s chest. “Mommy’s so slick for me, so tight! M’not gonna last.”

He could already feel Deku’s knot swelling up and something primal overtook Katsuki’s mind. The only thing that mattered now was getting that knot inside him. Alphas didn’t have to knot to cum, but he didn’t give a shit. He needed it. He wanted to be locked together with his alpha. He wanted to be full.

“Ahn, yes! Fuck me, baby! Harder!” he demanded. “Want...hah...your kn-knot!”

Groaning, Katsuki shifted his hips a bit and cried out when Deku started hitting a new spot inside him. He felt another orgasm approaching quickly, his entire body trembling. The dual sensations of Deku’s knot slamming against his rim and the alpha’s lips on his nipples were driving him wild. He’d never felt this good in his entire fucking life. Pleasure crackled up and down his spine, making his eyes roll back.

“G-Gonna knot!” Deku yelped. “Ahh! Gonna f-fill Mommy up! Gonna make Mommy f-feel so...mmgh...good!”

“Oh fuck! Knot me! Knot Mommy!” Katsuki howled, fingers clawing at the back of Deku’s head, pressing him against his chest desperately. 

Deku roared, hips surging forward as he stuffed his knot inside, unleashing the first wave of hot cum with a strangled, “M-Mommy~!”

Katsuki’s body convulsed and he screamed his release, “Ahnnn! Fuck! ”

As he came, milk leaked out of his nipples, soaking Deku’s face. The alpha lapped it up eagerly, hips still moving to fuck his knot deeper into the omega. Trembling, Katsuki clung to the alpha for dear life as his pussy clenched and squeezed at the cock inside him. He could feel Deku’s cum, wave after wave squirting out. 

“Mmngh, f-filling Mommy with my c-cum,” Deku ranted, eyes closed and lips around Katsuki’s nipple as he drank and spoke and humped all at the same time. “Feels so g-good. Tastes so g-good. M-Mommy’s squeezing my kn-knot so good!”

After a few minutes of rambling and bucking his hips, the alpha’s furtive little thrusts slowed down and Katsuki was finally able to start catching his breath. He could still feel Deku’s seed spilling into him, but the spurts were further apart now. The alpha’s knot was almost empty. 

“Fuck, Deku,” he groaned. “So full. So good, baby.”

Deku looked up at him, eyes rimmed red from crying and exertion. Katsuki cooed at him, pushing sweaty hair out of the alpha’s eyes and then bringing him gently back to his chest. It was covered in milk and saliva from the drooling alpha. 

“Clean Mommy up, baby. Don’t waste it.”

“Mmm, Mommy’s milk,” Deku breathed, tongue darting out.

The alpha licked him clean and then settled down and suckled on the pec that still had some milk left. Kasuki stroked through Deku’s hair and then down the alpha’s freckled shoulders and back. They stayed like that for several more minutes until Deku’s knot finally went down enough for him to pull out. They both hissed, oversensitive. 

Flopping down next to Katsuki, Deku sighed and snuggled up to the omega for a kiss. After a few deep, slow kisses, Katsuki pulled back and just stared at the alpha. His body felt tingly and completely fucked out. He could feel all the little bites and hickeys Deku had littered over his chest and neck. His head was swimming with new hormones and endorphins he’d never experienced before. There were orgasms and then, apparently, there were knot-induced orgasms. And holy shit, those were incredible. He didn’t know - he was a virgin who’d skipped all of his heats since puberty and his parents hadn’t wanted to buy a twelve year old a fake knot toy. 

Well, he knew now. 

After they had both caught their breath and slowed down their heart rates, Katsuki rolled over towards Deku. He could feel the alpha’s cum seeping out of him along with his own slick. Normally, he’d be disgusted, but he was honestly too tired to really give a shit. He nuzzled at the alpha next to him and they wrapped their arms around each other again. He was still trembling a bit, mostly from the aftershocks, and he wanted to be close to his alpha. He wanted Deku to hold him and say nice things some more. 

“Have you always had a mommy kink?” Katsuki asked, because he wasn’t able to ask for what he really wanted.

Stirring, Deku blushed. “I like you, Kacchan. A lot. And I, um, I wanna be with you. Will you go out with me?”

“Oi, don’t dodge the question!”

“Okay okay,” the alpha sighed. “I guess that I’ve, um, always had a thing for MILFs. Y’know, like your mom. Big tits, caring for their pups, the smell of warm milk...”

“What the fuck?!” Katsuki retorted, taking great offense. “My mom didn’t even birth me!”

“I know! It’s just a kink, Kacchan! They don't always make sense!” Deku replied, gripping him tighter. “And besides, you seemed to like it too!”

Well, shit. The nerd had him there. The second Deku had said ‘Mommy,’ Katsuki had been on board. He didn’t even hesitate. It just felt right. And so did calling Deku ‘baby’ and having him nurse during sex. 

“I guess it was kinda hot,” he admitted reluctantly.

There was a pause and then Deku rolled them both over and stared down at Katsuki again. The omega blinked up at him, hands reaching out to push Deku’s messy hair back. He could tell the alpha was about to say something serious. His attempt to deflect with the mommy kink thing had failed.

“Kacchan, I meant what I said before. I love you and I want to be with you.”

The word ‘love’ punched him in the gut. Deku had always kept it to ‘like’ until now, even though they both knew better. And fuck, Katsuki had already kept Deku waiting for his answer for months. He’d admitted to liking the alpha, but had yet to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to his many dating proposals. He’d never felt that big explosive moment of wonder and falling in love you always see in movies. He liked Deku, but was that enough to date? Putting a label on what they had seemed too scary and finite in the beginning, but now they were practically attached at the hip. He couldn't keep stringing Deku along, not if he wanted to keep him. He needed to finally make up his goddamn mind. 

Except, he already had. 

And while he was a little scared to say yes, he also trusted Deku more than anyone. And he loved the stupid nerd despite - or well, probably because of - all the shit they’d been through together. No one made him feel as safe or understood or loved as Deku did. 

It hit him then, that there was a very simple reason as to why he never felt the big lightbulb, fireworks moment of falling in love with Deku. Because, in a way, he’d always loved Deku. And the feeling had merely grown bigger and bigger since Deku had presented and they had reconnected as rivals, and friends, and now lovers. 

“I love you too, Deku,” he said quietly, gazing steadily at the eyes he’d known almost his entire life. “Go out with me?”

A smile broke across Deku’s face like a sunrise, warming Katsuki’s cold grumpy heart and causing him to grin right back. Fuck, they were idiots. Just two dumb stupid idiots covered in sweat and milk and cum, declaring their feelings for each other in a room covered in posters and memorabilia of their shared idol, at a school that was helping them achieve their shared dream. Katsuki loved their dumb stupid messy life. And he loved Deku too.

“Yes! Of course I will, Kacchan!”

Sobbing, Deku hugged Katsuki and pressed wet kisses to the side of his neck. Before they descended into further madness though, Katsuki wanted to set a few things straight.

“I’m going to keep feeding the other alphas as long as we’re at UA,” Katsuki said firmly.

“Okay, Kacchan. I don’t mind. I like to see Kacchan be amazing in his element.”

Disgusting.

“Also, I have two conditions,” he continued.

“What are they?”

“First, never say gross sappy shit like that ever again.”

Smothering a laugh into Katsuki’s shoulder, Deku nodded.

“And second, the mommy thing stays in the bedroom.”

“Okay,” Deku pouted. “That’s fair, Mommy.”

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki allowed Deku to get away with that. The alpha hugged him tightly, squeezing out a few drops of milk. Katsuki tugged Deku’s head back down to his chest. The nerd latched on immediately and Katsuki moaned at the heightened sensitivity of his nipples. It felt good though and he wanted Deku to drink his fill. 

As the alpha started to softly suckle, Katsuki smiled and pressed a kiss to slightly sweaty green curls. His heart felt like it was going to burst. He’d never felt anything like it before, not even when he won a fight or bested a villain. His heart felt so fucking light and full at the same time. He’d finally made up his mind to just let go and be happy. 

And he was gonna milk it for all it was worth.