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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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Thursday, November 21

While Midoriya had breakfast, he scrolled on instagram for his own entertainment. Then he checked his emails from work. A couple of water drops fell from Midoriya's damp hair and onto his phone screen. He wiped it off with his napkin, accidentally erasing his tabs.

It was then he realized a number atop his message icon. He must have received a message and accidentally removed it from his front screen without noticing.

He tapped the message icon and saw it was a message from Uraraka. It read:

'Hey, Midoriya. You left early yesterday and didn't get to hear our plans. We're planning on camping next week up near Ziel Mountains. We're going to Sakura Waves. Wanna come with us?'

Midoriya texted:

'How many days?'

Uraraka texted soon after:

'Three Nights. Starting Thursday Afternoon and Leaving Monday noon.'

Midoriya looked at the calendar. He frowned. His heat was coming around next week. He texted back:

'Who's going?'

Uraraka's message read:

'I'm not sure yet. But Kamanari, Sero, Mina, and I are definitely going.'

Uraraka was an omega and the rest were either mated alphas or betas. Midoriya shook that thought off his head. That should be the last thing he should be thinking about. It's like identifying them based on their sexual orientation.

Will Bakugou go? Probably not, but if he did Midoriya would like to see him again and try to build their relationship—

"I do not deserve your forgiveness. Don't stick to an ugly past and continue onward," Bakugou had told him last night.

Midoriya's expression saddened. There were so many stories his friends had told him about Bakugou. That Bakugou had changed for the better. Midoriya saw it as proof with the omega shoes Bakugou designed. He even found out from Kirishima that Bakugou gives charity to omegas in need and is the founder of the Omega Stand Foundation.

One of Midoriya's patients had joined that foundation and Midoriya didn't even notice Bakugou was the man to build it.

Midoriya looked at his calendar on his phone. His heat was going to happen around next week. His heat was always playing guess around those two weeks of the month. He couldn't take the risk…

If Midoriya went, would Bakugou be able to control himself?

He rested his temple on his knuckles and texted back:

'I don't think I'll be able to go next week. I've got plans. I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up another time:)'

A few seconds later Uraraka texted back:

'Aw. That's too bad. Okay, then. See you another time.'

Midoriya ended the conversation with a goodbye and went back to eating rather pensively until his alarm turned on. "Shoot. I forgot I got work," he said before eating quickly his breakfast.

Three Years Ago—Midoriya's Apartment

It was the fourth time Midoriya had invited his boyfriend inside his apartment. Enough had been established and built over the last seven years to earn this alpha the pass to have dinner with him at his own home. Near nighttime where Tokyo shined the brightest. Adding it was the alpha's first time visit as a couple.

Things were running smoothly as they prepared dinner. Midoriya's boyfriend was teaching him how to make lasagna, a dish Midoriya had never tried before. While the television played a random movie to fill in any silence that may come about.

Surprisingly enough, after they had become a couple, a respectful distance was kept between the two whenever they were alone. Midoriya had confessed his fears to the strong alpha who quickly understood. Nevertheless, Midoriya knew his boyfriend would have liked more skinship like they once had before getting together.

Things simply change when romantic and sexual feelings are involved. There comes a vulnerability that can't be given back once explored.

As a psychologist, Midoriya had become observant and a master at reading people. This alpha friend was no exception. His name was Tashiro Claude, a weird combination in which his response had to do with being of mixed race. Tashiro's mother was French and his father was Japanese. So, to preserve a little of each other's culture, his mother gifted Tashiro this name.

They finished placing the dish inside the oven and closed the oven door afterwards. "Alright, we just need to wait around forty minutes before it's ready," said Tashiro as he washed his hands to remove any sauce, cheese, and spinach stuck on his hands. "It's going to be delicious. You just wait."

"It better," Midoriya said before biting and pulling his grey sleeve further back his elbow. He then stood beside Tashiro with his hands outstretched, waiting for his turn to wash his hands. "Just looking at it, I can tell it's going to be delicious, but sometimes some pretty things turn out disgusting." Midoriya shrugged his hands and shoulders at the last part.

"Oh, it's good. Trust me." Tashiro shook his hands to remove any dripping water. "I don't really make lasagna much. Just on special occasions or when I'm really craving for some," Tashiro commented, and stepped to the side to dry his hands while Midoriya went to wash his own hands. "Though, I wish I could every day."

"Why not?"

Tashiro turned around and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "This lasagna gets me full quickly.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. So, don't feel pressured eating it all tonight."

"Noted." Midoriya dried his hands and felt a peck on his cheek. He looked at Tashiro who was a couple of inches taller than him. Tashiro had brown, short wavy hair and light brown skin that accentuated well with his gray sharp eyes. Nothing compared to the fierce red eyes of Bakugou Katsuki.

The next couple of minutes Midoriya and Tashiro spend their time watching an adult movie on Netflix. The lights of the living room were turned off, keeping the kitchen lights on. Everything was going well Midoriya was beginning to think his fears had finally disappeared. It had been years since he separated from Bakugou. Could this relationship be a step to a good path?

Tashiro had not been just a great boyfriend but had been a great friend holding the sweetest personality. Tashiro’s kind words had been tested secretly over the years and based on Tashiro’s actions over the past months and years, Midoriya was confident he was in great hands.

"Midoriya," Tashiro called out quietly.

Midoriya turned his face to his left. Tashiro was sitting comfortably beside him. Midoriya's lips parted. There was a tension in the air he once felt in his youth.

"Can I kiss you?" Tashiro asked, a hand interlocking with Midoriya’s.

Midoriya thanked in his mind how considerate Tashiro was towards him. Respect and consent were essential to their relationship, and damn wasn't it arousing to hear that in such a low voice? Midoriya leaned towards Tashiro, holding onto his boyfriend’s muscular arms that were warm to the touch.

The sounds of the movie didn't help much. Moans erupted from the television. Midoriya knew that scene was coming. He'd watched it several times for its romantic and great depiction of true love making between an omega and alpha. The omega in the movie was placed on the bed sheet, her legs parting for the alpha to position himself comfortably before kissing her lips.

Tashiro leaned down to peck Midoriya's lips before doing so again. Then came the waves of lips tasting one another with delicacy Midoriya wondered how he got so lucky after suffering with Bakugou.

Large fingers slipped in between his green locks and cradled Midoriya's head. The volume of the television was not low; the movie not silent as well. A loud moan and groan mixed with Midoriya's and Tashiro. A tongue slipped inside Midoriya’s and he trembled in desire he hadn't felt in ages.

Midoriya soon was laying on the couch with Tashiro displayed atop of him. Midoriya's legs remained closed. "I want to try a little lower," Tashiro whispered and Midoriya nodded with a satisfied sigh.

Lips traveled on Midoriya's cheek, jaw and down his neck sending shivers on his entire body. "Claude," Midoriya moaned quietly and ran his hands on Tashiro's waist and up his broad shoulders.

Midoriya's legs began to squirm, a heat pooling on his groin and hole. Midoriya was alright. Tashiro was a good alpha. A tongue so heated was the breaking point. Midoriya wanted Tashiro's tongue to explore every valley of his, every sensitive point and every nook of his haven. Midoriya was in good hands, he slowly opened his legs for Tashiro's disposal.

The moment he felt Tashiro move between Midoriya's legs, he trembled in anticipation despite them still wearing clothes. The grind of Tashiro's hard member against Midoriya sent Midoriya gasping and whining it caught Tashiro's attention.

“You good with this?” Tashiro said huskily.

Midoriya slipped his hands inside Tashiro's jeans to grab his large hard ass built for thrust. "Kiss me," Midoriya said, breath growing labored. Tashiro leaned down to capture those lips, but not before Midoriya whined, "It's been so long."

Tongues collided rather loudly. The lovemaking in the movie was no match for the couple in the living room. They grinded their hips against one another, feeling each other's hard members rub each other’s inner itchiness. Were they really going all the way tonight? Midoriya didn't know. The rational part was cautious. They had no condoms. Yet there was another side of him which has been kept hidden for the last several years, resurface and decline contraceptives. This instinctive side begged to proceed the natural course of life.

Tashiro leaned back to watch Midoriya's face. Midoriya's mouth was parted and eyes were half-lidded in lust. Lust? Midoriya's eyebrows furrowed as Tashiro once again went to kiss his neck and lap his tongue on Midoriya's scent gland. He felt slick starting to drip from his hole, the smell prominent it caused a growl, Midoriya never heard from Tashiro before.

"Fuck," Tashiro cursed, surprising Midoriya. He never cursed in front of Midoriya. His rational side felt intimidated by it, a bit of fear to be honest. Yet the omega instincts welcomed it and craved the upcoming waves.

Tashiro moved his nose to breathe in Midoriya's scent gland, hands tightening on Midoriya's hips before grinding harder and faster. The pleasure was intense that after a couple of seconds, Tashiro turned Midoriya around on all fours and started to dry fuck him from behind.

Alpha pheromones spread around the entire apartment, it was leaving Midoriya dizzy and drooling. How he wanted to get fucked by Tashiro; to feel his boyfriend's large cock inside his slick hole. He wanted to feel that knot push inside him and fill him up with his seed. He wanted Tashiro to get him preg—

Midoriya's eyes widened. "Shit," he said, and darted his hand atop Tashiro's hand gripping Midoriya's waist.

"What's wrong?" Tashiro groped Midoriya's hard member.

"You need to get out of here," Midoriya warned as he pushed Tashiro away despite his omega instincts. Midoriya made his way towards the kitchen. The sounds of sex still played on the television screen. Those sounds could easily become them. Midoriya grabbed the side of his head to rid that desire that came with…

"My heat came. You need to get out now." Midoriya pointed to the door. Tashiro would understand. He knew about Midoriya's past for the exception of Bakugou’s name.

Nothing major was supposed to happen tonight. Just a quick dry fuck to not scare Midoriya off, but the heat that came crashing announced that sex was to be inevitable. No. Tashiro could withstand this.

How wrong Midoriya was.

Midoriya stepped back, his back hitting the refrigerator as Toshiro towered over him, sniffing the air. "That smell," Tashiro said. "I've never smelled something like this before." Tashiro went to grab Midoriya scarcely before Midoriya slipped from his grasp.

He needed Tashiro to get out of the apartment quickly before he got consumed by the want of an alpha's body and before Tashiro got consumed by his alpha instincts.

Midoriya hurried towards his front door without turning his back to the alpha. He quickly unlocked the door but Tashiro grabbed a hold of Midoriya and pulled him back to the apartment.

"No, stop it," Midoriya ordered, but was ignored. He found himself thrown on his living room floor near the hall. He was pinned down by the weight of Tashiro. Midoriya struggled and begged for him to stop. Tashiro was stronger than Bakugou; brusquer and more irrational than Bakugou ever was.

Midoriya screamed as Tashiro, the alpha who had treated Midoriya with respect, roughly pulled down Midoriya's pants with one hand. Tashiro hushed him by covering Midoriya’s mouth.

Midoriya had to get out of this situation.

Tashiro's tongue Midoriya once desired, ran up Midoriya's neck, moving Midoriya's face to his left. Midoriya laid eyes on his steam iron left ironically beside an empty basket of laundry he had forgotten to put back in his bedroom. The distance was at the right reach.

Midoriya stopped struggling. After a few seconds, Tashiro dropped his hand off Midoriya’s mouth and he stared at Tashiro's eyes whom were wiped out of rationality and control. Tears welled up Midoriya's emerald eyes as he heard a belt being unbuckled, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

'I'm sorry.'

For Midoriya had sinned that friday night.

Present Time—Midoriya’s Office
Thursday, November 21

As a psychologist, Midoriya had heard many stories and had dedicated himself to help those break out from their troubles and fight for a better mindset in life. Step by step, just like he had been doing for a while now.

Recovery was not an easy task. Midoriya experienced it firsthand and understood his patients every time they returned due to a relapse of negative emotions.

Midoriya was just happy they were seeking help and allowing Midoriya to teach them certain tools to handle these types of mental illnesses.

The patient that he was receiving today, was a twenty-one-year-old college student. Midoriya had diagnosed him with deep depression and PTSD. His patient was a male omega and was suffering the same thing Midoriya had went through.

Such topics once disturbed him and had passed these cases onto other psychologists. That was until two years ago after he was sent to court for the horrific incident that transpired between him and Tashiro.

"It never stops," said the young male omega from across Midoriya's desk. Many people had a misconception that all therapy rooms had a sort of couch for the patient to rest on. Midoriya only provided a chair, just like one would see in a normal office because Midoriya's room was an office.

Midoriya remained silent as the omega spoke. "No matter how much I say no—I know that my scent is too strong," he sighed. "Maybe I'm the one leading my alpha to..." The young male omega's voice trembled, unable to end the sentence with that word. "What do I do to prevent it from happening?" The young man looked up at Midoriya from his chair. "I love him with all my heart. He treats me right. It is just in those moments that he is in a rut or he is horny that he can't control himself."

If Midoriya would have accepted such case a few years ago, his would had advised ways to prevent rape from happening. He would have prescribed Scent blockers or Altered Scent blockers that helped shoo alphas away because of the bad unattractive smell.

Midoriya would have prescribed Omegaphil, a pill ordered directly to the Medical Omega Institution who produced each pill based on the omega's height, weight, age, sensitivity etc. Omegaphil lessen the arousing smell of their slick and pheromones. Including the sensitivity that them rare omegas felt immediately when in contact with an alpha. Though there were side effects, one which included developing an anxiety disorder and becoming sterile.

Midoriya did not give such advice to his patient. This college student didn't deserve such oppression. "This isn't your fault," Midoriya said. This omega had the right to know and have the choice to decide what came next.

Midoriya clapped his hands to his chest and leaned a bit forward atop his desk. "Don't ever blame your biology for what happened," Midoriya said.

'It was my fault alone,' Bakugou told Midoriya last night.

"The one to blame was the alpha itself, the person who caused you harm," he continued.

"But if it weren't for me, my alpha would not have lost control," the omega said.

"An alpha is capable of rationality—" Midoriya's clapped hands dropped onto his desk as a swirl of memories seem to contradict. Was it really the alpha's fault? Was an alpha capable of rationality when presented by an omega like them?

Did Bakugou stop ever? Did Tashiro as well? What was the right answer? Who was to blame? What could Midoriya say?

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The day rolled over with a bit of turbulence after his therapy session this morning. He had pulled through his advice: the omega was not at fault and an alpha was capable of control. Though, in the end Midoriya did offer the Omegaphil as choice. The advice Midoriya gave him would at least help the individual not blame himself for what happened because it was the truth. The omega was not at fault…

Midoriya entered his apartment he had moved in a year ago. It was more spacious and had two rooms instead of one. The apartment also rid the bad memories that transpired with Tashiro.

He ran his fingers on his chest, the scare that was left behind as the only memory of what happened that night.

Was it Midoriya's fault? The thought was killing him, yet the question held a right answer. It wasn't Midoriya's fault, but did it matter in the scheme of things?

Midoriya sat on his living room couch. An omega was not at fault but the end result was the same. An omega would be left damaged and scarred for life or be killed after the assault was done.

Will Midoriya ever find someone who'll respect him romantically and sexually? Will there be an alpha who will be unfazed by Midoriya's alluring scent and slick?

Midoriya leaned back on the couch and raised his knees up to his chest. He wished he was like his friend who did not seek love because they could not see a person romantically or even sexually. They only sought a friend and which friend could potentially become a soulmate of equal grounds.

Midoriya was not like that. He had desires, was capable of seeing someone sexually and romantically. He wanted a family of his own.

Midoriya sighed and hugged his knees. He thought of last night at the barbecue restaurant. Bakugou held a different ambience from his youth. Bakugou's scent was grounded and wasn't in flames.

Midoriya would lie if he said he didn't feel anything when he saw Bakugou inside the restaurant. Bakugou was a totally different man and the way Bakugou restrained from touching him, opened up that love he once upon a time had towards Bakugou.

Will Bakugou go berserk if Midoriya was ever in heat or more importantly, able to smell him without his medications?

There's a trick to Midoriya's biology. Midoriya's scent is satisfying to smell, but not something that forces alphas to want to mate with him. It's when Midoriya produces the smallest of slick that radiates a smell only visible to alphas from a mile away, and like Midoriya does not emit the scent of a mated omega, alphas are prone to go search for him.

Heats on the other hand, were more powerful than regular omegas. Oddly enough, Midoriya's omega type maintained a stable mind during heat. It's until their slick hole gets stimulated that Midoriya's omega type will surrender into omega instincts. Midoriya had the choice to remain abstinent during heat, but was hard to do so when he has a partner he is attracted to.

Midoriya took out his phone and texted Kirishima. Midoriya had to know.

Friday, November 22

Like every Friday afternoon, Bakugou will spend his time bathing his dogs. Unlike the majority of the people who bathed their dogs outside in fear of any fleas from dropping in the bathtub, Bakugou did the opposite. He bathed his dogs in the bathtub, atop a large bowl.

"I'm going camping with some old friends next week," Bakugou said, his phone resting outside his washing sink with the speaker on. "I was wondering if I can leave Cina and Odin with you guys for four days."

"Sure. No problem, son," his father said through the speaker. "So, what are you doing right now?"

"I'm washing the dogs. They haven't had a bath for two weeks." Bakugou scrubbed the shampoo on Cina's back. "Usually I give them baths every week, but it flew my mind this time around."

A sigh was heard from Bakugou's father over the speaker. "Your mother still bugging you with inheriting the company?"

Bakugou scrubbed Cina's legs. "Are you on board with this decision? You're practically as much of a CEO like my mom."

"You're wrong, son, and you know it." His father chuckled. "I'm just an industrial designer who happens to be married to the CEO of the FeLine Company."

"I don't know... Can you talk some sense to her?" Bakugou stood up and grabbed the shower spray hose to spray water at Cina.

"I don't know. Only you can really express why you don't want this position."

"Got any advice, old man, before I start the water?" Bakugou waited for his father's advice as he held Cina and the hose above her.

"...I got none."

Bakugou erupted in laughter. He had it coming when it came to his father. If there was some arguments between him and his mother which were reasonable enough, his father never sided with just one.

"You still try to stay neutral."

His father laughed. "I'm sorry I wasn't that much help."

"Don't worry about it," Bakugou assured. "Okay, then, I have to leave you now. I have to bathe the dogs."

"Okay. Talk to you later. I love you."

"Don't forget your pills."

"Alright, son."

"Bye... Love you." Bakugou glanced at his phone to see if his father hung up, before getting back to his dog. Times had surely changed. He never did tell his father, 'I love you.' He never thought he'll be living alone with just two dogs in his mid thirties, not that he was complaining...

Didn't mean he never thought of having a family of his own though.

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Bakugou turned off the lamp beside his bed, ready to go to sleep. His phone vibrated on his night stand. A random notification? Bakugou was lazy to check but the red light beaming on the upper side of the phone grabbed his curiosity. Bakugou suspected it may be a message notification. From who?

Bakugou who was already under the covers, grabbed his phone and turned it on. An unknown number which bottom text read:

'Hey, Bakugou. It's me. Midoriya.'

Bakugou sat up and turned on his lamp. Why was Midoriya texting him? Bakugou had changed phone numbers. What was so important that Midoriya had to text someone else to obtain Bakugou's number?

Bakugou opened his messages and read:

'I have a single question for you, I hope you can answer with all honesty.

What was on your mind when I told you to stop or I wasn't in the mood? Was it out of your alpha instincts or was it out of your own controlled selfishness?'

"What?" Bakugou said, gripping his phone. Was this Midoriya's way of punishing him?

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Thanks to whoever reads this.
ErmozaWatt;)