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S I N S. A F T E R.
W I N T E R. S E A S O N.
¤Ω¤My Hero Academia¤Ω¤
Written by ErmozaWatt

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Some emotional wounds were hard to forgive. Even if said wounds occurred a decade ago during youth. Time could only tell and the heart that carried that pain.

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From outside the barbecue restaurant in the city of Musutafu, sat Bakugou in the side steps inhaling a substance of nerves. He needed to cool off. The night breeze that came with winter wasn't enough.

A pinch burned briefly his thumb. The blue spark from the spark wheel called it the right medicine. Followed by the warmth from cupping his hand to prevent the small flame from blowing away. The tip of the cigarette burned and lit up when he inhaled in the unexplainable sensation that relaxed his nerves.

School reunions sounded like a life trope and stereotype until it happened to him this past April. He hadn't realized the curiosity he would feel wondering what his classmates' lives had turned out to be. Surprisingly, Mineta had become a masseur despite his creepy obsession to wanting to see naked female omegas every damn second.

Bakugou shivered, causing a disturbance in his intake. He coughed out the smoke he inhaled. He could still remember that awful last encounter he had with Mineta back in the dorms. Not worth telling.

Bakugou rubbed his eyes. That was the last thing he had to be remembering. He went back to smoking quietly and heard a burst of laughter from inside the place. Followed by a familiar laugh of Kirishima making his way outside the barbecue restaurant.

Kirishima walked down the steps and past Bakugou, then turned to him. "Hey Bakugou. I'll be taking my leave now," Kirishima said, pointing a thumb behind him. "I have to wake up early tomorrow and Emilia won't fall asleep until I come home safely."

Bakugou rose from the stairs and gave him a brotherly hug. "No problem. See you later then," Bakugou said, patting Kirishima's back. "Tell your wife you're made of rock and to not worry as much."

"Don't think that'll change a thing," Kirishima said with a chuckle, then let go. Kirishima rubbed his arms to warm himself from the chilly wind. "Everything cool?" Kirishima asked, a concerned expression adorned his matured face.

Bakugou was tempted to confide him his thoughts and past actions as Kirishima had become an older brother he never had. Though he would be ashamed knowing Kirishima has always respected omegas.

Kirishima's red dyed hair had grown out until his natural black was the only color left when he went to the barbershop a month ago. He had it tied to a ponytail with a few short bangs falling at his temples. Kirishima had never looked better. He had overcome his own fears and insecurities. Something Bakugou could not do with himself.

"I'm fine," Bakugou assured.

Kirishima nodded, not convinced but gave him a soft smile. "Take care Bakugou. Call me if you need anything," he said, hitting lightly Bakugou's arm before leaving off to his own car.

Bakugou sat down again with thoughts running through his head while the rest were inside making up lost time.

There were a couple of classmates Bakugou had fortunately been in touch with over the years. His close friends were still in touch with others he hadn't spoken or seen in a long time. Not everyone made it to the first reunion. This included Midoriya. Bakugou wondered if Midoriya's excuse as a psychological therapist was a real reason for not attending that one time. That. One. Time.

Midoriya was currently with the others inside the barbecue restaurant. Midoriya had arrived when Bakugou was drinking his beer. Bakugou had surely changed much over the years and so did Midoriya.

Midoriya's presence was received with great attention, but at that time Bakugou had not given a glance. Bakugou simply stared at the meat being cooked while Midoriya's name was called out various times. What ticked Bakugou was hearing Midoriya's voice once again. More delicate and serene than before yet holding a form of respect and firmness Bakugou felt intimidated by.

From what Bakugou knew, no one in the class knew about the sort of intimate relationship he had with Midoriya.

What made Midoriya come, Bakugou wondered. He could have gotten over Bakugou after all these years or maybe he had moved on when he left Bakugou when they were twenty-five. Bakugou was a grown man but felt like a youngster again, unable to help get anxious and discreetly leave the same table Midoriya was to sit at.

Bakugo released the smoke that had started to mate with him for over three years. Reasons came from a pitiful news and the return of buried memories. He had found out Midoriya was dating an alpha in his workplace. It wasn't a surprise. Bakugou knew someday he would hear about Midoriya, the man he had hurt in youth, date someone worth trusting his life to.

Every night Bakugou wondered if this alpha Midoriya was dating, was treating him well both in the relationship and in bed. Midoriya was very delicate in bed, Bakugou remembered.

He remembered those green curls stick onto Midoriya's forehead. He remembered the soft sounds of trust that Midoriya gifted him as Bakugou ravished him in kisses and thrust inside Midoriya's wet hole begging to get breeded.

He could still count how many times he had knotted Midoriya throughout their seven-year relationship. He could still remember the feeling of his knot pushing against Midoriya's haven. He could still hear Midoriya call out his name softly until rising for the world to know who he was making love to.

Making love to?

Bakugou watched the moon. Those moments in bed were a lie he built in his head to forget the horrific truth. Yet the truth came powering in.

Bakugou had been selfish, egoistic and an alpha chauvinist. He used Midoriya for his and only pleasure. Treated Midoriya as inferior, and lusted more than loved him. He had taken advantage of every heat Midoriya had, thrusting with vigour inside the sensitivity of Midoriya's hole. He had even manipulated Midoriya to help Bakugou on his ruts when Midoriya was not in the mood or was exhausted.

Bakugou watched his foot, sliding it side to side against the pavement. He could still recall that time at Christmas Eve years ago. They were twenty and were renting an apartment together while attending university. Bakugou's rut had kicked in out of nowhere and was desperate to reach Midoriya before he left to Aunt Midoriya's house to spend the Christmas Eve.

Bakugou had not allowed Midoriya the chance to leave the apartment. He had caught Midoriya finishing wrapping the dinner meal he was to take to his mother. Without warning, Bakugou held Midoriya's hips and breathed Midoriya's scent on the crook of his neck. Bakugou's scent spread like wildfire to seduce Midoriya rapidly.

Midoriya gasped and moaned softly. He leaned his head back to rest on Bakugou's shoulder as Bakugou rutted against his round ass. Bakugou ignored Midoriya's words of stop and the plans he had tonight. He ignored Midoriya's back pushing against his chest to stop further movements one last time.

The sobs that came minutes after were of pleasure but sadness Bakugou did not take notice of. Bakugou thrust with purpose inside Midoriya's hole which produced slick for him while he held Midoriya against the back of the couch.

Bakugou's lips and tongue licked and kissed up Midoriya's neck and scent gland. It was exotic enough but to Midoriya? It was not. He was tired and his legs were being held by Bakugou to prevent him from falling down the apartment floor. Midoriya was unable to spend Christmas Eve with his mother until the following afternoon.

Bakugou watched the tip of his cigarette. The laughter from inside the barbecue restaurant died down.

Midoriya was a special case. His butt hole had a bit of higher nerve endings than that of a clirotis whom has 8,000 nerve endings which is twice as that of a man's member. Midoriya had once told Bakugou he had 9,000 nerve endings. Which wasn't bad news, only meant he derived more pleasure with a little bit of stimulation.

The bad news was that he was prone to be victim of sexual assault in the world of male omegas. Midoriya produced warm slick that tripled the pleasure on an alpha's dick, and produced a higher sweet smell that is able to attract alphas from miles away.

The scientific reason remained unknown. Doctors had said he might be the start of a new evolution in male omegas. Maybe in hopes to breed more as society has started to decline in birth rates.

Bakugou's musings were cut short from a scrape of a foot behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and his heart skipped.

"You wouldn't mind if I join?" Midoriya asked, hands inside his pockets of his grey blue sweater. Midoriya looked toner but not buffer and was definitely not skinny as before. Midoriya had become more handsome and pretty in the mix.

Bakugou grunted in acknowledgement and went back to smoking. That was only keeping him from sweating and getting nervous with having Midoriya sit beside him without no one to bother them.

"Bakugou," Midoriya said, and the mere use of his last name pierced a hole in Bakugou's heart. Bakugou turned his head to him. "Got a cigarette?"

"You don't look like a smoker," Bakugou commented, and took out his box of cigarettes. "Since when do you smoke?" He opened the box and showed it to Midoriya.

"Not long ago." Midoriya grabbed one and moved it between his fingers. Bakugou took out his lighter and flicked it on, covering the flame from blowing. Midoriya leaned forward and inhaled through his end.

"This doesn't suit you."

Midoriya leaned back and exhaled the smoke with a practice breath. "Can say the same with you."

Bakugou looked away, not knowing what to say. Not that conversation was necessary when trying to smoke at peace. Though he couldn't help savour Midoriya's sweet voice covered by independence and maturity. Both of them were growing old.

Bakugou heard the exhale of Midoriya, then said, "I was told you will become the CEO of the FeLine company after your mother retires."

Bakugou wished they could at least smoke quietly but Midoriya was proving it hard for him. "Unfortunately," Bakugou responded.

"Why so?"

"I have to worry more at managing the company and have less work and involvement with making the actual design."

"Are you going to give the position to someone else?"

"Hopefully, but I'm still searching."

"I see," Midoriya said, and inhaled once again before puffing out the smoke embedding the two. "Your fashion line is really getting popular now and days. I even bought the new shoes you guys released last month." Midoriya showed Bakugou his shoes.

An uncomfortable feeling erupted inside Bakugou's chest and he urged himself not to widen his eyes in shock. The shoes Midoriya was wearing were designed by Bakugou within his mother's collection of sports clothes. He had taken hours, days, weeks and months trying to find both the comfort and aesthetic appeal for omega shoes, specifically for pregnant omegas.

Was Midoriya...

"Is that so?" Bakugou said, then turned to watch the street. "How they feel?"

"Comfortable. Just what I was looking for."

The minutes went by in silence until the smoke between them mixed with a faint scent of forest and rain.

"What are you doing?" Bakugou said in confusion and annoyance. He inhaled the last of his cigarette. Then released his powerful scent of spice and oranges under a large thunderstorm.

Midoriya rubbed his head. "Stop it," he said firmly and Bakugou stopped.

"Then why the hell are you releasing your scent?"

"I can't help it when I smoke," Midoriya explained.

They continued in silence. Surprisingly, no one from inside the barbecue restaurant had come asking for both of them. It's like Midoriya had asked to give them space, but for what? Was it to...

"Is there something important you want to talk to me about?" Bakugou questioned quietly, irritated from Midoriya's presence despite the spur of anxiety inside him.

Midoriya remained silent until he finally spoke. "Don't avoid me," Midoriya said carefully, catching Bakugou's attention. Midoriya's face looked serious yet pained.

"Isn't that something you would want--what anyone would want after experiencing the same thing I did to you?" Bakugou said quietly. "I'm giving you your space."

After a brief silence, Bakugou gestured his eyes to Midoriya's privates. Midoriya's delicate and easily oversensitive privates. "Still sensitive there?"

"Bakugou," Midoriya warned.

"Is your partner handling it well? He hasn't gotten crazy with the patience? Or has he gotten you pregnant?"

"I'm single at the moment," Midoriya confessed. "I've been so for a long time now, and no. I'm not pregnant."

"Then, is that why you're sitting here?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about why you haven't yet reprimanded me after all these years. Why haven't you slapped me, kick the ass out of me after what I did?" Bakugou let go of his cigarette and crushed it with his foot. Bakugou leaned forward towards Midoriya. "I basically raped you and had you as my sex slave. Don't you remember? Or are you trying to find a way to reprimand me for my sins? Don't hesitate and just rebuke me."

Midoriya remained quiet, mouth parting.

Bakugou's eyes widen in mockery. "I see. You trying to tell me you came here to tell me you forgive me and don't want to live life with this resentment?" Bakugou leaned back and rested his elbow atop his knee. "Then it was useless to meet me again. You can practically still sue me... I'll gladly take the charges."

"I don't want that." Midoriya shook his head.

"Then why are you here?" Bakugou questioned in anger, about to grab Midoriya by the arm but decided against it.

Midoriya noticed, then, dropped his cigarette and rubbed it off with his foot.

"What? Do you like getting manhandled?"

"No," Midoriya said.

"Can't get enough of a male chauvinist?" Bakugou said quietly for them to hear.

"Stop it, Bakugou."

"Miss me fucking that mouth until you're suffocating and in the brink of death?"

"Stop it!" A stinging pain erupted Bakugou's cheek.

Bakugou's face remained looking to the side from the force of the slap. "If you're not going to sue me or rebuke me," Bakugou continued. "then I'm taking my leave." Bakugou rose off the steps.

"Isn't it more fitting that you apologize?" Midoriya spoke, standing up from the stairs.

"You think I've changed?" Bakugou asked, hands on his jean pockets. "You think you'll receive an apology from me?"

"Yes."

Bakugou pierced his lips, then shook his head, "How confident of you. You haven't changed a bit, have you, Deku?" Bakugou turned to leave off the left street.

Had Bakugou changed? He had. Bakugou was in his mid-thirties with a stable job he worked his ass off and had not used his family's connections. He had grown taller reaching six feet and three inches, towering over Midoriya who had not outgrown his five and eleven inches. Bakugou's voice was deeper, wiser and calmer. He was muscular and his stature showed.

And yes, Bakugou deeply wanted to apologize for all the sins he committed to Midoriya. Yet Bakugou knew and felt that he didn't deserve to beg for forgiveness and receive that forgiveness.

Bakugou had changed from his old ideals and thinking. He was no longer an alpha chauvinist. He was no longer filled with ego. Bakugou was a different man for the better whom had not served the right punishment.

"Bakugou," Midoriya called out behind him as Bakugou made his way around his parked car beside the sidewalk. Bakugou ignored him and clicked his car keys to open his car. Without a final glance, Bakugou entered his car and was surprised to see Midoriya had made his way inside the passenger seat.

Doors and windows closed, Bakugou could smell the faint fresh scent that radiated from Midoriya. From up close under the night, Midoriya had become so beautiful and beloved Bakugou wished he had never done what he did a decade ago.

Bakugou felt ashamed for his actions. Bakugou felt anger towards himself and the guilt was slowly killing him. This was the closest punishment he has gotten and Bakugou wasn't going to let go.

Now with Midoriya staring at Bakugou with those emerald eyes of his, the guilt intensified a lump had formed on his throat.

Bakugou went to get out of his car but was stopped by Midoriya. "Stop, Bakugou. We really need to talk about what happened between us."

"Then fine, I apologize," Bakugou spat, his voice revealing trembling anger. "Now get the hell out of my car and you can forget I exist."

"I don't want that," Midoriya said.

"Then what do you want?!"

"I want to be friends like we once were before getting together."

"Are you insane? We could never go back to how things were." Bakugou pointed to his chest. "I fucked up-"

"But you've changed-"

"What about it to you? Are you really going to forgive me after what I did to you! Are you fucking stupid?!" Bakugou's fingers trembled and tingled.

This wasn't supposed to be this way. Midoriya should have been mad at Bakugou. Should had held resentment towards him. Midoriya should have sued Bakugou. Midoriya should have beaten him up. Midoriya should have not followed him and asked to be friends like the old times. Not after what happened and not after Bakugou had fallen in love with him years ago, too late to fix the mistakes he made.

"Yes, I am stupid!" Midoriya cried out, his eyes welling up in tears. "We were inseparable when young. We hung out all the time. We had each other's backs."

"That's until you became an omega and I just took you as my fucking lubricating ass hole." Bakugou shook his head in disbelief, his voice lowering down. "I don't know what you're thinking by trying to rebuild a toxic relationship."

"I was hurt. It's true," Midoriya said, almost in a whisper. "But I reasoned that you were accustomed to me and my scent was a factor-"

Bakugou turned around in his car seat and pointed a firm finger to Midoriya. "Don't you dare fucking say that. You hear me?" Bakugou leaned near Midoriya's face. "Don't ever blame your biology for what happened. It was my fault alone."

"Bakugou," Midoriya whispered. A whisper that once called him Kachaan.

"This old friendship we once had will never happen." Bakugou's words caused a sadness to wash over Midoriya. "You think rebuilding it will be fine, but you are wrong if you think everything will be just fine. At some point you'll start getting flashbacks by any action I could make towards you. You may flinch; get anxiety attacks."

Bakugou sat ahead again, sliding in his keys and held it there, without looking at Midoriya. "You should know this by muscle memory," Bakugou said. "You are a psychologist. Am I right?"

Bakugou turned the ignition on, and the car vibrated to life. "Goodnight Midoriya."

"Bak-"

Bakugou raised a hand to Midoriya, and closed his eyes. "Please. I won't apologize." Bakugou opened his eyes and looked at Midoriya. "I do not deserve your forgiveness. Don't stick to an ugly past and continue onward."

Midoriya lowered his head and after a few seconds, opened the passenger door. "Goodnight...Kachaan," Midoriya murmured before getting out and closing the door.

Bakugou's face grimaced in shock and overwhelming sadness. He then stared at the door Midoriya got out of. He had heard his nickname for a last time. Midoriya had said it as a parting gift he didn't deserve.

He had let Midoriya go. This was what had to happen. A tear slipped down Bakugou's cheek and hesitantly sniffed the air inside his car.

How he missed Midoriya's scent.

How he missed his nickname fall out Midoriya's lips after a decade since that winter season.

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That night, Bakugou remained awake in his bed and stared at the text message he received from Kaminari, a high school friend of his who worked as an electrical engineer.

Kamanari's text message wrote:

'Hey, Bakubro. We planned to have a camping trip with the entire class next week. You coming?'

Bakugou curled further into a fetus position. He didn't know what to reply back. The guilt was rising and the tears came running until his dreams came for the night.

For he has sin, Bakugou will do his best to prevent any misery to fall upon Midoriya.

Even though the only thing Bakugou desired most in life, was to see Midoriya once again and for the rest of his life on his side.

...For he has sinned on winter season.

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Thank you for reading this far;)
ErmozaWatt:)