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જ⁀➴ chapter seven: how the tables have turned

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — hurt/comfort, fluff, denki plays you a song, cuddles n kisses with katsuki, smau + fic, 3.7k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + texts from eiji are from izuku's pov

fic underneath smau

It feels like that moment all those weeks ago when you first arrived at your alpha’s residence. But since then, so much has changed.

As the car rolls to a stop, you stare out the window. You take in the sight of the jet-black gate, trees swaying overhead, and the sun’s blistering rays. You feel Midoriya shift next to you, his eyes watching and waiting for you to move. You spare him a glance and a small grin before hopping out of the car.

As soon as your feet hit the pavement, the gate is sliding across with a quiet hum. You lock eyes with red ones and see the radiance of his tanned skin in the afternoon light. You shut the car door behind you and begin walking towards him, Midoriya by your side.

The redhead meets you two. He breathes out, “Hey.” You give him a small smile.

“Hey, Eijiro,” you say quietly. Midoriya stands beside you, looking between the two of you awkwardly.

You turn and look up at him, saying, “I’ll be fine. Thanks for dropping me back. I’ll see you around?”

He nods sheepishly and Eijiro shakes his hand. The redhead thanks Midoriya for taking care of you. With one last smile at the both of you, broccoli boy leaves. You observe him drive away and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

Once he’s out of sight, you turn your attention to the alpha in front of you. He looks down at you and sighs.

He says, “I’m sorry, baby. I really am.” You shake your head and place your finger on your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. Your manliest man opens his mouth to speak again but you reach up and cover it; his words come out muffled.

You say, “Let’s go inside.” You remove your hand from his full lips, your palm slightly damp from the heat of his breath.

He starts walking towards the gate and you follow him past it. He shuts it behind you two before trailing behind you to the house. You inhale the scent of your alphas, so strong and mixed. Something sweet, earthy, tangy, spell-binding.

You’ve missed this.

Eijiro opens the front door for you and you thank him as you head inside.

“So,” he starts as he slips on his house shoes. “Are you okay?” You hum in response.

He continues, “Do you wanna talk about it?” You step up onto the platform and start walking down the entrance hall, giving him no response. It’s not that you don’t want to talk about it. You just don’t want to talk about it yet. He follows close behind you.

You’re passing the living room when you hear rustling from inside. A twang of guitar strings. You stop immediately. You look at Eijiro wide-eyed before sliding the living room door open. You peep inside, golden eyes meeting yours.

“Denki?” You say, confused. He’s sitting on the floor, his back resting against the kotatsu and yellow guitar in his lap. Cords flow from his guitar somewhere off to the side. He laughs nervously and avoids your gaze. You tip-toe towards him, careful not to trip on any of the cords.

“What’re you doing?” You say as you sit in front of him.

He stutters, “U-um, well, I’m gonna p-play you a song. Y-yea.” You watch with wide eyes as he strums the guitar strings. You’re enraptured by the way his fingers move and the song's rhythm.

he only distraction is the heat of Eijiro’s body beside you once he sits down. You listen intently as Denki plays. It’s bright and slow yet powerful. You’re enchanted by his abilities.

When he finishes, you clap and exclaim, “That was so good! I didn’t know you could play like that.” He rubs his neck as he looks down.

“It was inspired by you,” he says quietly, flicking one of his guitar strings.

“What?” You breathe out in shock. You? You inspired his song? Your mind ceases to function as normal. ERROR ERROR ERROR. His words play on-loop in your mind. It was inspired by you.

Denki shrugs and gazes at you finally. He can see the confusion plastered on your face.

He nods and says, “You’re a great muse, you know?” You shake your head. You don’t know. You’re a great muse is added to the frenzy of your thoughts. You take a deep breath in and will yourself to calm down.

You ask quietly, “I’m a great muse?” The blond nods enthusiastically. He sets his guitar on the kotatsu behind him. When he turns back around, he gives you a cheeky grin.

The redhead from beside you pipes up, “You mean a lot to us, y/n. And we’re really sorry about keeping info from you. We hope that you’ll choose to stay with us and forgive us, someday.” You look down at your lap as you feel the lump swell in your throat and tears well in your eyes. You whine. The sound has the two alphas looking back and forth between you and each other, confused.

The emotions overflow and so do your tears.

Mindlessly, you grab onto Eijiro’s shirt and curl into his chest. The intimacy of your touch has his red eyes wide and jaw slack. He quickly recovers and wraps his arms around you, one motioning for Denki to get in on the action.

The blond approaches tentatively and places a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head and gaze up at him with teary eyes. His soft puppy eyes make you cry harder, and you shift out of Eijiro’s gentle hold to cling onto Denki.

You don’t mean to be so goddamn sensitive, but you can’t help it. They’re your alphas, and even though their actions have hurt you, you care about them so much. You love being with them even though they drive you insane sometimes. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Your sadness connects to something deep within Denki’s heart, and as the minutes pass by, he finds himself becoming as upset as you are. He holds onto you tight as the tears trickle down his face, creating a wet patch on your shoulder. You don’t notice until you hear him quietly sobbing just beneath your ear.

You nuzzle the side of his face with your nose and he tilts his head to gaze into your eyes. Glassy reflects glassy and you smile at him sadly before returning to your cuddle. Eijiro rubs your back. His touch is so warm and soothing, you relax beneath it even as your chest heaves.

You continue holding each other until you calm down. The sunbeams stream through the light curtains of the living room, casting a warm glow on your bodies. You pull back from Denki’s grasp, your hands on either side of his face as you look at him. You wipe away any stray tears from beneath his golden eyes and he does the same for you.

After a moment, you rest your forehead on his and close your eyes. You breathe slowly and gently while Denki shoots Eijiro a panicked look.

Fortunately, you miss Eijiro’s thumbs up and silent encouragement as Denki removes his hand from your cheek and starts motioning to the redhead to shut whatever the hell is happening down. Your pretty lips are far too close to his right now and he’s not ready for them to invade his personal space any further.

You whine softly and your brows furrow as Denki gestures particularly enthusiastically, the movement causing your bodies to rock ever-so-slightly. You whisper his name and suddenly, all of his attention is back on you. At this moment, he realises just how fucking tightly you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“What is it?” Denki means to say sweetly but it comes out as a nervous squeak. A grin spreads across your lips upon hearing him.

You sniffle before asking him teasingly, “What’s wrong? You seem on edge.” He short circuits not only within himself but the entire house. The living room light stops working, as does every other object powered by electricity in the house. You pull back from him and call his name, but he’s got the dumbest look on his face (you know the one I’m talking about).

Eijiro gently squeezes your shoulder and you turn to look at him. You gesture to the blissed-out expression Denki’s wearing and Eijiro shrugs.

“He does that sometimes,” the redhead smirks. He nods his head to the side, gesturing for you to come over to him. You obey, leaving Denki where he is and climbing onto Eijiro’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his masculine scent. It puts you at ease and has you purring in his arms.

He chuckles before returning your purr with one of his own. He strokes your hair with care and rubs circles on your back. You could fall asleep from how relaxed you are right now.

“Baby,” he coos softly. You tilt your head back and stare back at him, a small smile on your lips.

About now, Denki has come to. He groans as the light flickers back on and rubs his face with his hand. When he looks up, he sees you and Eijiro locked in a slow kiss. The blond pouts and calls out, “Hey!”

Eijiro pulls back from your lips. His hand cups the back of your neck and holds you close to him as he looks back at an upset Denki.

“Hey,” the redhead smirks.

Denki whines, “You stole my kiss, bro!”

Eijiro chuckles low, “Not my fault you short-circuited, now is it?” The blond groans. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you out of Eijiro’s grasp. Denki sets a wide-eyed you down on his lap and sticks his tongue out at Eijiro.

“It’s my turn now!” The blond exclaims. You laugh at his enthusiasm and tilt your head back to look at him. You gently kiss his jaw with a grin. The softness of your lips has Denki bordering on malfunctioning again. You chuckle at how cute he is and brush the tip of his nose with your own. In a brave move, he closes the gap between you by pressing his full lips to yours.

You moan quietly into his mouth as your hand cups the back of his head, pulling him further down to you. The kiss is short and sweet as Denki is far too nervous for anything more (like about to shit himself kinda nerves rn). He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours momentarily, his eyes closed. Once he opens them, he stares into yours. You give him a quick peck before shifting in his lap and looking back at Eijiro.

The rest of your afternoon is spent talking with the boys. You’re strumming Denki’s guitar the way he’s shown you when Hanta comes home. Seeing you on the floor makes his heart pound. You’re finally home. He gives you a big cuddle, apologises some more to you, and admires your mark, which is healing well. Hanta joins you in sitting all together on the floor, poking fun and saying whatever comes to your mind.

As the evening wears on, you all migrate to the kitchen. Hanta and Eijiro are busy making dinner while you and Denki sit at the kitchen table. Seeing your wandering eyes, your golden boy informs you that Katsuki will be on patrol until 9pm. This information makes you pout. You yearn to see him after last night. Not having him here didn’t feel right, especially since you’ve made up with the other boys now.

When dinner is ready, Denki jumps up and helps set up the table. You want to help as well, but he insists that you stay seated and allow your alphas to take care of you. You chuckle at his chivalry and abide by his wishes (for now, anyway).

You all take your usual spots and eat dinner together. The meal tastes good and you let the boys know that you like it. And you swear you do like it. But, part of you greatly misses Katsuki’s cooking. It’s been too long (it’s been four days) since you’ve tasted his fluffy rice, tender salmon, and perfectly chewy fish balls. You have to stop yourself from moaning mid-bite as you reminisce about your stubborn and protective chef-alpha.

Next time you see him, you just wanna grab his cheekies and pepper his face in aggressive kisses. Ahem. You mean that the next you see him, you want him to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness… and then youjustwannagrabhischeekiesandpepperhisfaceinaggressivekisses.

After dinner, you offer to help with the dishwashing but are again rejected. Accepting defeat, you follow Hanta and Eijiro out of the kitchen, leaving a stuttering blond with the mountain of plates and pots and pans from tonight’s cooking.

You thank them for taking such good care of you before you go your separate ways. As you shut your bedroom door behind you, you sigh. You flop down on your bed and whine and roll around in the comfy blankets. You grab your phone and open Tumblr. You scroll for a while but stop once you hear the front door click open.

The second it thuds shut, you’re up on your feet. You sprint from your room. The thumps of your footsteps have an already-tired Katsuki on alert. He whips around, expecting a fucking boar or something to be charging at him. But then he sees you.

You run down the couple of steps and jump into his arms. Your sudden appearance has him reacting on instinct. He bundles you up in his arms and holds you tight. You breathe in each other’s scents, and his warmth makes you sigh despite how clammy his skin is.

After a few moments, he sets you back down. You can’t resist the temptation in front of you. Grabbing his cheeks, you plant hard kisses all over his face, from his sweaty forehead to his soot-stained cheeks and, finally, his awaiting pink lips. You melt into his embrace as he pulls you flush against his solid body. Your kiss is passionate, with both parties excited that this moment has finally come and eager for so much more.

He groans as you tilt your head back and tug his roots. Your back arches as he kisses you harder, a moan sliding from your mouth into his. He nips harshly at your lower lip, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound sets him alight. He pulls away from you quickly and pushes you back as his hands spark.

With big eyes, you gaze up at him as you wipe your spit-stained lips with the back of your hand. Katsuki looks to the side, avoiding your gaze as he wipes his hands on his black track pants. He then walks past you and puts his house slippers on, muttering a low “Sorry.” You turn around and grab his wrist, confining him to the entryway (he lets you do so).

“What?” He mumbles as he faces you. You pout as you stare up at him with furrowed brows. You let go of his wrist to fold your arms beneath your chest. The position pushes your braless breasts up slightly which does not go unnoticed by the frowning alpha.

You say annoyed, “I couldn’t hear you.” You take a step closer to him and continue, “It sounded like you said ‘sorry’ but I don’t know.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

When he looks back at you, he says between tight teeth, “I’m sorry.” You cup your ear with one hand, leaning the side of your head toward him.

“What?” You ask loudly. He mumbles something beneath his breath. “I can’t hear you,” you say in that voice used by camp rangers or at sports carnivals when all the kids are supposed to chant louder in response.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs, “For fuck’s sake I’m sorry, alright? You happy now?” You shake your head as a pout returns to your lips.

“You don’t sound very sorry,” you say, frowning. He grunts and takes his hands out of his pockets. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you back into his chest. You whine at the force he uses as your head collides with his bazongas. He wraps his arms around you and sways you gently from side to side while his hand caresses your hair.

You try to push him away, but he continues to hold you. You whimper his name as you slap his chest. He doesn’t even flinch at the pressure. You continue to try and escape his awfully muscular arms but relinquish control after a few more unsuccessful attempts.

Katsuki mutters into your hair, “I’m sorry, y/n.” He hugs you even tighter for a moment before easing up a bit. “Fuck,” he grunts out. He pulls back and cups your cheeks, tilting your head back to look into your eyes. You whine at the sad look in his sharp, crimson eyes.

He continues, “M’just so fucking bad with my words, baby. You know, yea?” You nod as you bite the side of your lip. His eyes dart to the soft flesh, and he licks his own hungrily. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours, your noses brushing.

“Wish I could show ya,” he sighs and kisses you so delicately. You moan into his lips as he angles your head just the way he wants.

You two stand there for who knows how long, kissing and whispering to each other and kissing again. At some point, Katsuki picks you up and leads you to the bathroom. He sets you down just outside the door and tells you to get ready for bed.

You beam up at him, “Why?” He plants a kiss on your forehead and then one on your nose before saying, “’Cause you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.” You nod excitedly, no objections entering your mind whatsoever, and watch him walk down the hallway.

You do as he says, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine before scampering off to your bedroom and changing into your favourite t-shirt of his (skulls💪💪💪🧎🧎🤭).

You walk nervously to his room as the panic sets in. Okay, so you’re sleeping together tonight. But did he mean sleeping or sleeping wink wink? You pray that he meant the former as you slide his door open. You find the room to be empty.

Eternally grateful, you exhale the breath you’ve been holding in and wander around his room. Like earlier today, you feel a sense of deja vu as you look at his All Might posters and figurines.

But this time when the door slides open, you’re greeted with a half-naked Katsuki. The towel wrapped around his hips shifts lower as he walks over to a dresser in the corner. You gulp and stand there, staring at his ripped-back muscles and delicious shoulders and the little dimples above his ass like some kind of pervert... No comment.

He catches a glimpse of you in the mirror as he opens the first draw. A short chuckle tears from his throat as he makes out the drool beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth.

Pulling out a pair of trunks and throwing them over his broad shoulder, he barks out, “The fuck you lookin’ at you little perv?” You blink in shock. When did he notice you? You think. And how long has he watched you stare at him so lewdly?

He smirks as your jaw slackens and more spit drips from the corner of your mouth. You catch his red eyes, but their colour doesn’t compare to the heat bubbling in your cheeks. You look down, thoroughly ashamed of your ogling.

Upon closing your mouth, you feel the wetness pooling at the edge of your lips. You wipe up your drool, even more embarrassed than you originally were. You turn around in your shame, determined not to embarrass yourself any further.

Katsuki stares at you in the mirror as he drops his towel and changes into his trunks. By the time you turn back around, he’s flicking off the lights and climbing into bed. He grunts at you to “Get over ‘ere” and you comply, pulling back his covers and lying down promptly. He pulls the covers up to your chin and pulls you into his chest.

His hands grab at your shirt as he mumbles in your locks, “Been lookin’ for this.” You giggle and tilt your head up, placing a kiss on his sharp jaw. He groans at your affection and wraps his arms around you tighter.

You mumble into his neck, “Did you eat?”

You can hear his smirk as he says, “’Course I did since you were taking so fucking long in the bathroom.” You whine and wriggle, causing him to grunt.

He traps your legs in his as he chuckles, “Probably could’ve bought another house while you were in there.” You hum in response.

“So you own this house?” You ask him, curiosity evident in your tone. He hums and plants a soft kiss on the shell of your ear.

He says low, “What’d you expect? These extras are just freeloaders.” You laugh, your breath fanning across his skin. You two talk for a little longer until you feel your eyes become droopy.

You whisper, “Hey, Suki.” He hums, waiting for you to continue. “Will you purr for me?” He chuckles at your request, but the sound doesn’t have its usual harshness. It’s light and carefree. He squeezes you tight and draws the covers up slightly more before the soothing vibrations begin in his chest. You moan and purr, snuggling even closer to him.

Katsuki watches you fall asleep. All of these emotions are flooding through him. Sweat beads down his neck and pools on his palms; he wipes them on his your shirt. He feels so fucking warm right now, but he doesn’t dare pull away from you because he knows that it’s not just from your body.

Your alpha doesn’t dare to stop purring until you’ve been sleeping for a good while. And even then, he purrs as he falls asleep with his cheek squished against the top of your head.

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter five: WHO TOLD THE COMMISSION?!?!?!!

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, tsukauchi appearance, hanta's in pre-rut, smau + fic, 2.7k words

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a/n: 'household🏡' gc from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov

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You set the tea on the kotatsu and sit opposite Tsukauchi. You notice the lines etched into his skin, that tired smile. You pour his tea and then your own. You both sit in silence for a few minutes, sipping your warm beverage and avoiding each other’s gaze. You see him looking around the house, though you’re uncertain what for.

At last, he clears his throat and says, “So, tell me, how did you happen to meet four of Japan’s most prestigious pro heroes, Miss…?”

“L/n,” you fill in for him. “Y/n L/n.” He nods and pulls out a notepad from his chest pocket. With a click of his pen, he scribbles down your name.

You chuckle nervously as you say, “Is this formal questioning or?”

“Yes,” he says sternly. He looks up from his pad at you expectantly.

You take a deep breath in and say, “I’d like to wait until someone gets home before answering your questions if that’s okay.” He nods and leans back, taking another sip of his tea. You continue, “They shouldn’t be too long.”

For the next ten minutes, you try to make light conversation with the detective, but nothing seems to stick. You don’t watch the news or care for the latest hero updates, he doesn’t know much about the books you're reading. Luckily, the rattling of keys and clicking of the door saves you from bringing up the weather.

You ask him to wait as you leave the warmth of the shitagake and head to the entrance hall. You watch Denki fumble with his boots and trip up the platform.

“Are you okay?” You say as you come close to him. He nods frantically and gives you a quick hug.

“Sorry about all of this,” he mumbles into your ear before pulling away. You reassure him that it’s okay and lead him to the living room.

Upon entering, Denki bows to Tsukauchi who is now standing. The two men shake hands before sitting around the low table. You duck off to get Denki a teacup, leaving them alone.

Denki stutters, “S-so, what are you doing here, Tsukauchi-kun?” The dark-haired man looks at the blond with an unrelenting eye.

He clicks his pen and says, “I was hoping you’d be around. I’m here to investigate your involvement with the Shibuya underground omega auctions.”

The blond chuckles nervously. He looks up at you as you place a cup down in front of him and start to pour him tea. He thanks you before returning his gaze to Tsukauchi.

“Um,” he starts. “Yea, I was investigating the Shibuya omega auctions for work, you know?” Tsukauchi nods as he writes that down. You place the teapot down and take a sip of your tea. It’s gone cold now.

You contemplate brewing more tea, but you can see the tension in Denki’s shoulders. Maybe you should stay, you think. You place a reassuring hand on his knee beneath the table. He gazes back at you with wide eyes. You give him a small nod and see the slightest relaxation of his posture.

The detective interrupts your moment by saying, “I’m afraid I don’t know. What kind of investigative work were you doing, Chargebolt?”

Denki rubs the back of his neck as he says, “Just the usual, you know? Reconnaissance.” Tsukauchi nods.

“No engagement from you?” He questions, pen tip paused.

Your alpha shakes his head. “No. Monoma, uh, Phantom Thief and I were undercover. Just observing.” You watch as Tsukauchi scribbles and then takes a sip of his tea.

You’re about to apologise for it being too cold when he says, “And so is that how you met Miss L/n here.” He points to you with the end of his pen. Denki chuckles shortly as he leans over and wraps an arm around you. He draws you into his side protectively. You whine a little at his sudden affection and look up at him with big eyes. He gazes at you briefly before sighing.

He says, “Unfortunately, yes. There’s no use in denying it.” Your alpha squeezes your shoulder before continuing, “I met Miss L/n when I first started investigating the auctions.” Denki looks down at you with pleading “play along eyes”.

You nod and say, “Yes.” You place a hand on the blond’s chest and pout as you continue, “I was kidnapped only a few days after landing in Japan by omega sellers. My time with them was… regrettable.” You look down as those memories flood back to you.

With a sharp inhale, you say, “I met Chargebolt when I was being prepared for auction.”

Denki hums in response and says, “You have to understand, the little bee was so frightened and afraid. She had nowhere to go. And when the opportunity came up, I decided to take her in. Who knows what those other alphas would have done with her, you know? She’s safe here.” You’ve shifted even closer to Denki as he spoke. Now, your head is resting on the side of his chest, nestled beneath his arm. You sniffle as you build on what the blond has said.

“Yes. Yes, I am. The thought of being bought by someone else I—.” Partially fake-partially real tears well in your eyes as you raise your hand to your face. “S-sorry,” you mumble. Denki wraps you in a warm hug, rubbing your back and muttering into your hair that it’s going to be okay.

After a couple of minutes, you gently nudge Denki’s chest with your hands. He moves back, giving you some space to breathe. He thumbs your tears away and tenderly kisses you on the forehead. The gesture makes you smile a downturned, sad smile.

You take a shaky breath in and continue, “Denki an-and all the guys have-have been s-so supportive of-of me. A-and I’m-I’m proud to be t-their omega.” You tear up at the end, burying your face back into your alpha’s chest. If you could only see the expression on his face… He’s smiling so warmly, sincerely hearing your words. He hopes that you aren’t lying about that last part. And you aren’t. And you intend to tell him that later.

“I see,” Tsukauchi says quietly. You can hear the scratching of his pen tip on paper permeating the spaces between your tears and sniffles.

Denki kisses your hair and then says, “If it’s okay, Tsukauchi-kun, I’m just gonna take Miss L/n out to get some fresh air.”

The detective shakes his head and drawls, “No that’s fine. This interrogation is over. I hope your future reconnaissance proves successful. I don’t expect any further direct intervention from you though.” He gives Denki a pointed look to which the blond nods.

He laughs nervously and says, “Of course not. I’ll see you out.” He mutters to you something about being right back and you nod, choking on a sob. He quickly kisses your cheek and gets up with Tsukauchi. You watch their figures become smaller as they near the entrance hall. You take some deep breaths, calming yourself down from your emotional performance.

You wish you could say that was all a lie… But it wasn’t. You really do enjoy being the boys’ omega now and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Sniffling, you place the tea cups back on the tray and take them to the kitchen. You place them in the sink and rinse them, leaving the kitchenware to the side for washing tonight.

You’ve just finished blowing your nose when Denki waltzes into the kitchen, a shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face.

“That was great!” He exclaims as he walks over to you. He lifts you and twirls you around in his arms, making you giggle and shriek. Denki puts you back down but keeps his hands on your waist.

He continues, “Seriously, I didn’t know you were such a good actor, babe.” You playfully slap his chest as you laugh. He draws you back into his warm embrace and nuzzles your ear with his nose. His head dips into the crook of your neck, getting a good whiff of your sweet scent. You do the same. His tangy scent makes you purr. Without thinking, you begin to rub your scent glands against his, scenting him. The action draws a purr out of his chest, soothing you.

He whispers into your ear, “You are proud to be ours though, right?” Your purring becomes louder with his words.

You say into his skin, “I didn’t lie, Denki. I’m happy and proud to be with you all.” He hums and kisses the shell of your ear.

You two hold each other for a little, just enjoying the other’s arms and presence. You spend the rest of the afternoon making lunch together — don’t think for a second that this grown man can cook, you are 100% doing all of the work — and cuddling on the couch. You even go on a neighbourhood walk together, holding hands and talking about whatever comes to your mind.

That night, Denki brags like there’s no tomorrow about his refined lying skills and your epic crying. His “eat shit” enthusiasm makes you laugh. You’re giggling to yourself as you fry mushrooms, turning them every so often. Their fragrance is like curling tendrils wrapping around the beams and benches of the kitchen.

At last, dinner is served. You are proud of yourself as you set the meal down on the table. This is the first time you’ve cooked for the boys since arriving.

You take off your apron and come back over to the table, finding your plate and bowl already full of food. The sight makes you chuckle softly. Hanta tugs you down beside him by the wrist. He’s been awfully on edge these past few days, and his scent has become even more intense, letting you know his rut will be soon. Admittedly, you’re nervous for when it hits.

You eat mindlessly, not paying attention to what you’re putting in your mouth as you think over what it might be like when it finally happens. He’s been incredibly restrained and respectful during his pre-rut, and you’re hoping that behaviour will continue. The boys notice your daze. Under the table, Hanta squeezes your thigh (not your knee pookie, not your knee). He groans at the soft flesh so tender and pliable beneath his grasp. His sudden touch makes you jump, catching everyone’s attention.

He clears his throat and says with a strangled voice, “You right?” He points at your meal with his chopsticks. “That’s the third time you’ve dropped the same piece of tofu.” You shake your head, still very much aware of how Hanta’s hand hasn’t moved an inch. Your eyes are wide as you flick your gaze up and down, signalling to the cause of your surprise.

You say, “I’m fine. Just thinking.” You bob your leg once, hoping that he catches your meaning. But he seems completely oblivious to what’s set you on edge.

Sighing, you lean over and whisper into his ear, “Your hand.” He grunts and turns his head, your cheeks brushing.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he removes his hand from your thigh. You pull back, your eyes are on him for a few moments before you return to eating your meal. The peace doesn’t last long, though. You can feel the vibrations of Hanta bouncing his leg up and down next to you. It begins to irritate you because he’s so close to you. Closer than you he was when you first sat down.

“Hanta,” you say. He looks up at you mid-slurp of his miso soup. You continue, “Can you stop moving your leg? It’s annoying.” He hums in response and stops bouncing his leg.

“Sorry,” he says again, quietly. You shake your head.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him.

After dinner, Hanta helps you clean up the table. He washes the dishes while you dry them. You can make out his taut muscles beneath his loose-fitting shirt. The way these flex, the veins in his clenched jaw. Maybe you should have asked Eijiro to help you out instead.

“Sorry,” you say suddenly. He drops the plate he’s washing in the sink, making you flinch. He glances at you, his brow creased.

“For what?” He almost growls.

You start strong but end up mumbling, “For making you so uncomfortable.” You avoid his gaze, focusing on his gloved hands caressing the suds off of the plate. He chuckles derisively. The sound is harsh to your ears; it has you biting the side of your lip as you take the plate from him.

He grunts, “It’s not your fault.”

You shake your head, towelling the wet ceramic. “I can go if—”

You barely register as Hanta moves and traps you against the kitchen bench. His hands are planted on either side of you. Only the plate you hold against your chest separates your bodies. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours.

“The last thing I want you to do is go.” You whine as his nose brushes yours. He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips. Your eyes are wide open as you stare at him, unsure of how you want things to play out. Is he going to kiss you? You think. If he does, would you be opposed to that? You don’t know.

“Hanta,” you say, pulling back from him. You shake your head at him. “I don’t want to.” He groans at your words and backs off.

“I know I know,” he mumbles. “Sorry, babe.” You laugh it off and let him know that it’s okay, that you understand.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you notice the boys lingering in the hallway. Denki admires one of the wall paintings while Eijiro squeezes an irritated Katsuki’s bicep. You raise your brow at them as you stop behind Denki.

“Were you spying on us?” You say, trying to conceal your smirk. Denki and Eijiro feign ignorance but Katsuki is as blunt as ever.

“Just making sure he doesn’t try anything funny,” he grumbles. You nod and thank them for looking out for you before skipping off to your room, a big grin on your face from their protectiveness. That’s one of the nice things about having several alphas. They’re all so protective of you. Ready to intervene the moment you feel uncomfortable. You giggle as you shut your door behind you.

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