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"Hey buddy, so how bad was it?" Kaminari and Mina stood at Kirishima's door as they watched him hug his pillow and wallow face down in his bed.
"Bad," Kirishima somehow managed to shove his face deeper into the bed. How could he be so stupid to think that Bakugo, another alpha would be into him? Maybe he did have someone and was just being nice by making himself look interested? That's shit, and he knew it. Bakugo being nice? All Kirishima wanted to know why he didn't want them.
He felt the mattress dip with the new weight added as Mina and Kaminari formed a little circle around him, scenting him, at least trying to soothe the souring alpha. "Maybe he was allergic to something in them? Didn't you say he read over the packages, maybe that's why he left them?" Mina tried her best as she wrapped her arms around his buried head, "or he genuinely forgot them! You said he hurried out of there, maybe he had somewhere to be, class maybe?" The snuggled alpha let out a while as he turned himself over on the bed to face them, almost rolling Mina over in the process. "No," Kirishima was ashamed at what he was about to admit next, "I kinda followed him, not like obvious or anything or at least I don't think but like a spy ya know. He went straight to his apartment. He lives in those really nice ones right off the edge of campus." Kirishima sniffed through the sentence, "hey buddy I hate to break it to you but he totally saw you. You hiding behind a bush ain't gonna work." Kirishima pulled his ears back and whined. "great now he hates me and thinks I'm weird."
Kirishima was met with a slap to the top of his head, "bad dog, bad dog. Eijirou Kirishima you will NOT think that way! You are the best god damn alpha and you will not give up! So you had one bad run-in with him, so what! Try again, you've been dreaming of him for over two years are you just gonna give up? Just like that? That's not the Kirishima I know." Mina pulled herself up from the bed as she finished her speech, metaphorically putting her foot down. "Yeah!" Kaminari chimed in, raising his fist to pump the whining alphas' chest. "Go find him and talk to him, so what he didn't want your jelly packets, try something else."
With his newfound confidence, Kirishima walked into the next class meeting prepared for a whole speech on how not taking his gift had come off to rude as him and if he chickened out of that he had a second speech prepared about how he would like to hang out sometime and they can just forget about the jelly packets. The past is in the past.
All of that confidence crumbled away as he watched Bakugo sit down in his regular seat and not even glance at the empty seat next to him, Kirishima was suddenly glad that he picked his new seat by the window so he could look out it and not be tempted to look back. He growled at himself and had to apologize to the people around him for the disruption, he was just so angry with himself that he was chickening out like that, but all he could think about was how nervous Bakugo made him feel, all nervous in a good way, in all the right way.
The class ended and he finally watched Bakugo leave in the same rushed fashion as before, his chair slamming against the desk behind him. Signing he slowly stood up and packed his bag with his notes, as if the notes ever really helped him. The only thing keeping him going was that the class was more project-based than test, which still didn't help too much when this project was solo and still as confusing as before. Heading to the library with his head low, already thinking of ways to convince Kaminari to help him this time, which wouldn't be too much luck since he didn't have a solid excuse this time and Kaminari was packed full with his own fair share of math. He found himself a spot against the wall in the corner as he sulked, pulling on a hoodie he carried around since it was always cold in the classrooms. Pulling the hood up and tucking himself away as he pulled out the paper to look at it as if the answers would suddenly come to him.
After what seemed like an hour at least of him staring at the paper lost in his own thought he looked up. There was Bakugo across the room, tucked in his own corner.
Kirishima slapped himself in the face for good measure and picked up his stuff in a panic and rushed over to the table. "Hey! Can I sit here?" Kirishima pulled at the back of the chair that was adjacent to the blond, not too close but still close. "No."
Kirishima took one step to the side and pulled the chair one seat down to the rejected one and threw his stuff on the table. This chair was comfier anyway. Kirishima heard an annoyed chuff from across the table but chose to ignore it as he pretended to pay attention to the paper again. Suddenly overwhelmed with happiness just by being near him, and thanking the gods he tucked his tail into his sweatpants today since it was raining and nothing is worse than a wet tail.
"Why are you even doing that? You don't know shit what's going on in the class," finally after a few minutes Bakugo broke the silence. "Yeah," Kirishima responded weakly as he pushed the paper around with his finger. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know, I haven't gotten that far yet." Silence fell back between them and Kirishima hated it. "I see you run in the mornings, all bundled up 'cause it's kinda cold," he chuckled lightly at the memory of him all wrapped up beside his eyes. But Bakugo didn't seem amused, only raising an eyebrow at him as if he needed to get to the point.
"I have the key to the field so if you wanna run some time warmer in the day you can let me know, they won't question if you come in with me." Kirishima offered, finally feeling proud of himself that he got the other alpha's attention. Once again he felt like he just got slapped in the face, "I like to run in the morning."
"Oh that's okay, I thought I'd just offer you seemed a little cold out there," Kirishima smiled though he wanted to cry on the inside at his second rejection. Kirishima leaned back on his hand as he stared down at the paper again. "I'm busy most afternoons with homework so I have to run in the morning, I sneak in with the soccer team."
"I'm on the soccer team!" Kirishima realized how stupid it sounded as soon as it left his lips. He was pretty sure everyone knew he was on the soccer team, plus his sweatshirt had the damn soccer team logo on it. But his heart exploded as he heard a light chuckle come from the blond. Oh my god, he was so happy his tail was tucked away. "You ever got anything going on in there knothead jock?" He almost didn't care that he got rejected for the second time since he made him laugh. "Have you ever been to one of our games? They're really fun or at least I think they are." Kirishima felt his lips tremble with just how hard he was smiling.
"Absolutely not, now stop that you're stinking up the place." Two insults in one really brought down the mood, almost a little shocked that his scent had turned sour so quick or that fact that he lost control like that so quick but in his defense, Bakugo was holding no punches.
Kirishima just wanted to scream or he just wanted to flat out ask. Are you gay? Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Are you okay with alpha-alpha relationships?
But he just sat there looking back at the paper, teetering on the thought of pulling out his phone and begging Sero to bail him out without looking like an idiot. But this was his shot, Bakugo was actually talking to him, and though he didn't like the direction it was going in it was still something.
"Do you play a sport?" Bakugo looked absolutely annoyed, no, more than pissed off that Kirishima would even ask something like that. Both sets of ears pulled back but with different meanings: anger and sadness. Bakugo answered with a sharp "no," before he pulled himself more into the corner, clearing screaming that he didn't want to be bothered.
This was going nowhere.
"Okay, um... I'm gonna leave. Uh, sorry, sorry for bothering you. Have a good rest of your night." Kirishima couldn't even look at him as he packed his bag, tail tucked up under himself in his pants.
Officially defeated.
For the next two weeks, Kirishima always watched over his shoulder as Bakugo walked into class sat down, and never spared Kirishima a look. He had made his new official seat by the window and distracted himself, sometimes retracing his steps trying to figure out what he did wrong. Even when his whole pack has assured him that he did nothing wrong and Bakugo was just an asshole, he didn't feel that way. Every inch of him still wanted the blond. Kirishima felt a tap on his shoulder as he lightly growled to be left alone, and buried his head deeper into his folded arms.
"Don't fucking growl at me."
Kirishima never moved so fast in his life, worried that he would get whiplash with the speed. "Class has been over for almost seven minutes." Kirishima looked around to see the class empty except for him and Bakugo. "I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing. I wanna run this evening, you got practice?" Kirishima's mouth dropped open in pure excitement, and once again the tail was back in full force but he couldn't help it. "No, I'm free! When do you wanna go?" Kirishima was on his feet and grabbing for his bag. "Now."
"I can do that." Kirishima was so excited that he had to force himself to slow down because Bakugo was walking at such a slow pace, or maybe he was walking at a normal pace but Kirishima was bouncing off the walls. Bakugo accepted his offer! And he was following through with it. The walk to the field was excruciatingly long as Bakugo clearly wanted a silent peaceful walk and Kirishima was holding onto any type of reserve he had left in him. His hands almost shake as he turns the key on the gate to the open track and field.
"Well, here it is! All yours!” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck as he stood at the gate, Bakugo brushing past him to head to the track. “Uh, I still have to be here so close the gate so um…I’ll just be other there.” He weakly pointed to the bleachers, Bakugo not even glancing that way as he dropped his bag, crouching to open it up, pulled out a pair of running shoes, and started to change. Bakugo ran his laps without a single sound as Kirishima watched him round all the corners and he was just happy with that.
"I wanna run on the weekend. You got time for that? Sunday?" Kirishima couldn't have nodded his head faster. "I'll meet you there at the gate at six, you better be there."
Kirishima was there almost thirty minutes early, time flew right out the window with how excited he was. He was dressed in his own workout gear this time, since sitting there watching was... fun and he did enjoy it but sitting down and doing nothing was not his thing! Since he was early he took the liberty to go ahead and stretch on the field as he waited. Right on the dot Bakugo was standing at the gate giving Kirishima a weird look but continued to do the same thing he did last time as he changed his shoes and did his little stretching. Kirishima took side glances at how flexible Bakugo seemed to be.
Bakugo took his place at the start line and Kirishima jogged over to the next spot. "What the hell are you doing?" Kirishima, as usual, smiled right through the rudeness. "I'd thought I'd run ya know since I was just sitting around last time." He smiled so big it was blinding but per usual it was smacked off his face with Bakugo's words.
"No, I run alone."
Sighing, scratching the back of his head, "that's okay man, I get it, most alphas are lone wolves." Bakugo only stared at him as he waited for Kirishima to walk away. He waited out the time by doing some bodyweight exercises. After each set, he'd make sure to take a glance at Bakugo only to find himself pouting about not being able to run with the blond. Kirishima thought they could do a little race, it would be fun but looking back Bakugo always seemed to be so serious when he was running so maybe it was something to clear his head. But Kirishima justified that spending any time with Bakugo was good enough for him and technically they were doing this together right?
This little routine played out for the next few weeks, about three nights a week Kirishima would unlock the gate and do his exercise while Bakugo ignored him and ran. The soccer coach had seen them a couple of times and gave Kirishima was given another key to the storage unit where the nets were stored so Kirishima now practiced his kicks and routine. Sometimes Bakugo would take a break and drink his water while watching Kirishima kick around the ball. Every time Kirishima played it cool and acted like it was no big deal even though he got nervous with his eyes watching.
"Hey! Have you ever played soccer before? Would you like to kick around with me?" Kirishima made sure that he saw his big puppy dog eyes putting in the work as he smiled sweetly and Bakugo already hated that when he started walking over he could see the dumb thing's tail starting to wag faster. "Not for long, I have somewhere to be." Kirishima agreed as he kicked the ball in the blond's direction. Kirishima treated the first few minutes as cool down for Bakugo, trying not to piss him off enough that he'd just get his stuff and leave. Kirishima was desperate to get more time in since the semester was coming to a close and he probably wouldn't see the other alpha next semester or the next semester after that... and Kirishima just couldn't let that happen.
"So did you used to run in high school or something? You got great speed and don't take this the wrong way dude but you're built." Kirishima played off his blush with a laugh as he jogged over to the ball Bakugo lightly kicked. "No."
"Oh, okay." Kirishima was a little sad that he was still only getting one-word answers and the blond could sense that, "I just like to keep up my stamina, stay in shape ya know." Bakugo rolled his eyes at the reaction he got from the redhead, it was like giving a dog a bone. I guess in a sense he did.
"Believe it or not I only started playing soccer my last year of middle school, my buddy Tetsu convinced me to join him, he's playing at a school about an hour away from here. We played against each other a few games ago, did you ever come to one of my games." Kirishima cursed himself for calling the game his as well as talking too much, already knowing Bakugo liked the quiet. "I don't like crowds."
"That's fair, the games are really fun if you ever thought about stopping by, I mean I guess it would have to be next season..." Kirishima's voice got softer as he realized that he was rambling once again as the blond started to look like he was going to walk away at any second. Kirishima takes one harsh kick out of frustration as the ball goes flying towards Bakugo, he watched as it took no effort for him to follow it and kick an equally as harsh kick back, this time Bakugo aimed for Kirishima's chest. Jumping up high the redhead blocked the ball with his chest as it bounced back to the ground. That seemed to set a spark in the blond and once again that tail was back up and running as Kirishima kicked the ball to him with everything he had in him.
Eventually, Kirishima raised his arms in surrender as he stopped the ball, "I gotta take a waker break, man." He ran off to the side of the field to where his stuff was, "fuck."
"Everything okay?" Kirishima was now wide-eyed as he watched the blond staring at his phone. "You wasted all my time shitty hair," Bakugo looked down at his clothes and the sweat on his skin. Kirishima's heart dropped and he managed to take two steps forwards and five fucking leaps back now that Bakugo stood angry with his ears pulled back. "I'm so sorry," his voice was so quiet that he wasn't sure the other boy could hear him over Bakugo rumbling about how he was all hot and sweaty.
"Oh! I have the extra key now, we can just clean up in the locker room! To save time!" Kirishima quickly added. He fumbled with his bag as he watched Bakugo quickly snatch up his belongings and took a b line towards him, "yeah this way. We'll get you there on time!"
Kirishima leads him to the locker room and points to an empty open locker to put his stuff in as they both get themselves ready for the showers. "Fucking christ dude," Kirishima followed his eyes as they landed on his own junk, practically spilling out of the old jock strap he was wearing, in his defense, it was the only option he had since he was running low on laundry. He laughed nervously as he pulled on the straps, trying to pull it off without too much attention, now self-conscious that Bakugo wasn't liking what he was looking at. "Well you know how alphas are, we're big boys," Kirishima tried to defuse his embarrassment.
"I don't know why you keep saying that Alpha stuff," Kirishima gave him a questioning look before he pulled his head down, "I'm sorry, I know some people can be sensitive to their second gender, ya know, don't like to talk about it and such. Sometimes I feel like I'm boasting when I say I'm an alpha and I feel like a jerk so I get it." Kirishima couldn't help the pull of his ears flat against his head as he watched the blond harshly throw the rest of his clothes into the locker. Bakugo let out an even more frustrated growl that made Kirishima want to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.
"No, I don't get any of that, I'm not an alpha, I am an omega."
Kirishima's heart stopped, "what?" Bakugo didn't answer as he rolled his eyes and took off the last of his clothing; his underwear. Leaving both of them standing there with a giant alpha cock and a nice cleanly shaven pussy. "You got a problem with that?"
Kirishima's head was shaking no faster than the Earth spins. Bakugo didn't give him the time of day as he grabbed the towel Kirishima laid out for him and headed towards the showers. Kirishima finally joined him a couple of minutes later, staring at the wall as he let the water soak him and he stayed like that the whole time, mostly in shock, barely keeping up with washing his body. Standing back by the lockers as he dried himself off, he knew his silence was not going to be taken well but he just didn't know what to say. And the growling that started back up again confirmed that, "what's your damage? You said you didn't have a problem with me being an omega? Are you sexist or something? Scared I'm gonna come after you or something?" A million thoughts ran through Kirishima's head from the lines of Bakugo was still really an omega to now maybe he thinks that he was scared or disgusted of him or even possibly that Bakugo had some bad run-in with other alphas about his second gender. He must've taken too long to answer because he was torn from his thoughts with another slam of the locker and when he looked Bakugo was already dressed back in his clothes.
"No, no! I don't have a problem, not at all. I just really thought you were an alpha." Kirishima hated that he was blushing as he put his clothes back on, he wouldn't lie that things were a little different now, at least to him. "Why?"
Kirishima didn't really know why, maybe it was the way he carried himself and the 'don't fuck with me' attitude he gave off or how big he was, he defiantly seemed for dominant than most omegas he knew. "You're an oversized alpha, why can't I be an oversized omega?"
Fair point.