Baby mate project

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The silence that followed left him over heated and skin crawling.
The small voice in his head repeating what his father has told him when Bakugou finally woke up.
He was set out to be a bad alpha, it was practically in his DNA and he couldn't bring himself in his downfall to correct or fight the accusation.
It was horrible timing, he told himself it was horrible timing, a quiet sift voice in the back of his head almost whispering that he was in the safest place for his alpha break down.
He didn't fight it too strung on the idea already. It seemed too compelling, if he wanted to leave his body wouldn't comply with him, the quiet voice seemed to render him a useless unmoving body of mass.
His mind whirled, going through everything from months ago. It came too fast, his body still uncontrollably rigid.
His mind skipped past the falling star of his life, bypassing the small achievements he had managed.
His mind struggled to recognize the strain under the force blanketing the fogged images of what he couldn't stop.
A headache seared through his head a constant pounding taking its place, his mouth going dry and his ears ringing.
         Bakugou falling from the sky slower then he had, seeing it all the way he had seen it. When the small omegas body got closer the slower he fell, his arm reaching out- Bakugou freezing in place like a picture.
Warmth spread through his arm as he pushed off the building, his body wrapping around the smaller' his body heating up with every contact of their bodies.
It quickened rushing forward past all the things he'd failed at doing as an alpha, as a hero.
It stopped as he hunched over the motionless frame of his mate, teeth bared his own frame unmistakably unbreakable. He could hear his own growling in his head sending the headache into over drive, the whinnying he had known he'd done in a desperate attempt for something being nothing but a faint wisp of air.
His head swam, the headache now making his body shake noticeably.
The images flashing past again, Aizawa coming forward to get the other omega, it slowing down again when he handed the boy over. It speeding past his full breaking point his body a hunk of rock.
And then it stopped.
It stopped with the small girl behind him.
Her small hand not shaking as she reached out to him, a sad look of her own on her face as she looked at him, sided with no fear.
No fear, when even he feared himself, she didn't.
When her hand touched him he felt like he'd gotten in his first real breath since the quiet whisper telling him to stay where he was safe.
His lungs burned as they choked on debris that wasn't there.
He hadn't noticed before how her nails were painted, chipped from childhood no less.

He felt the lips to his temple his mind automatically filling in that it wasn't Bakugou as his mind stopped racing the headache dulling to a low drum.

He couldn't stop thinking about her, the small child. He couldn't remember if he ever heard her name.
He was stuck on it. The way she completely believed he wouldn't hurt her when even adults refused to go near him. How she wasn't scared, how she had comforted him in his desperate time of need, to sweep in and save the hero.
God he hoped she didn't want to be a hero.
The words stung even in his unconscious mind, he didn't question why though.
  He knew why. He was being selfish with her. A little girl he'd only met once.
He didn't want her to get hunted down by villains like his class had been, to be haunted by the screams of the ones she couldn't save. By that time she wouldn't be able to go home and curl into her mothers side to cry about the horrors of society.
He didn't want her to be scared like he was, like they were.

When he woke up, the first thing he'd noticed was the steady beeping ringing in his ears, and a  rumpled bandage stuck to his hand. No light came in through the windows, showing the day was gone. He looked over seeing Chiyo sitting in a chair, arms crossed over her chest a deep frown on her face as she looked at the floor. She didn't look up at him, seemingly too stuck on whatever she was thinking about.
He layed back not knowing what to do, her earlier words ringing in his head like a bell that echoed off empty large walls.
    "He's human too."
He could still smell him, hear the other clambered thoughts running through his head.
Panic not quite being the word to describe what Bakugou was reeling into.
Distress, his alpha echoed calmly.
So calmly, almost sated. He hummed in acknowledgment a soft rumbling spreading through his chest, a dull sting following at its heels.
Too tired to fight it he relaxed into the bed, his fingers on one hand messing with the bandage, the other surprisingly numb. A cold numb.
His mind seemed more alert as he looked down seeing his wrist cuffed tightly to the railing of the bed, a different bed, his mind supplied.
His alpha didn't mind, too swooned by whatever was swimming through their veins. Under the content rumbling of his alpha he could hear the murmurs of Bakugou' own mind. He could almost see him, pacing back and forth an arm tucked around his chest, a hand gripping his shirt, the other picking at his lip. His fingers grabbing the muscle and pulling before he'd pull it back into his mouth to wet it again, or in this case sucking on the soft muscle.
He could hear him speeding up, in both pacing and worries.
"Omega, come." He alpha purred out, surprising him. All of Bakugou halted, his feet working withing command. It was odd to hear Bakugou' omega beg for him to move quicker.
Kirishima groaned as he grabbed the railing of the bed pulling himself into a sitting position gaining the nurses attention.
"You're awake." She stated frown still in place her mouth in a firm line. Kirishima nodded.
"You've worried him greatly, you know." Her voice seemed void of all emotion as she looked at him.
"He's not in the building. He's at the dorms, if you. Or him have demanded him come I suggest you correct your wrong." She bitterly bit out, he wondered momentarily if there was a bitter taste in her mouth after from the look she pulled right after.
"Easy omega, come easy. Safely." His alpha supplied, answering to her demand before he could consider it.
He could hear Bakugou' omega whine pushing him to go faster, could hear his labored breathing in his ear as if the blonde were there. The look Chiyo was giving him making an invisible puzzle click.
Bakugou' omega was answering to his alpha, but Bakugou wasn't.
"Easy Omega!" He growled his own voice echoing in his head, shutting his own alpha up along the demand.
He could feel Bakugou stop all together, his breath stopping his heart hammering against his ribs. For a moment sheer panic rose in him, had he stopped in the middle of a busy street? Was he hurt?
His own mind stopped at the wobble of a voice, his voice echoing out his name choked on a sob. "Eijiro"
His breath caught, as Bakugous own pushed, burning as his feet hammered onto the ground pushing him closer to him.
He looked over at Chiyo who still seemed particularly inclined to only glaring at him, face blank. He lightly pulled at the handcuff on his wrist making the chain tighten, hoping to indicate he wanted it off, not trusting his voice.
All she did was shake her head at him, a flash of sympathy reaching her eyes followed by anger to a different degree then he'd seen in a long time on another person.
Unintentionally he flinched back, trying to pull himself away from looking at her, the way his reaction fed the anger she was failing at keeping hidden.
It reminded him of his father.
It was the same anger, he didnt- he couldn't doubt it. The way it flashed angrily when a light flickered enough to reflect light like a burning out of control fire.
Until she sighed. It was a long heavy drawn out sorrowful sigh. It made his core clench.
"Your, guardians, have been notified." Was all she said now propping her cheekbone in her hand. He wished his grandparents were still alive, to give himself the hope that maybe the people here for him weren't the one's outside. His jaw set as he imagined Bakugou running past them to get to him. His fist clenched tightly anger welling in him.
"They aren't here, your parents. Its not your parents that are here." Chiyo stated, a confused look on her face no doubt matching his.
"Who is then?" He asked his voice hoarse.
"Your grandparent. On your mothers side." Chiyo supplied as she watched him.
He nodded his head averting his eyes as the dull drum of a headache started to grow.
All too suddenly his legs were sore, hearing labored breathes in his ear, the pounding of a heart against ribs and a low whining rumble of an omega, his omega.
He jaw set as he prepared himself to speak of his question.
When he looked back over at Chiyo she seemed calmer, and more knowing now.
He pointed at his head with the hand still cuffed to the railing.
"Mate thing?" He loudly whispered his throat dry. She nodded her head clearing her throat.
She nodded, as she shifted in her seat. He wondered how long she had been sitting there waiting for him.
"Why am I here?" He hated how small his voice sounded.
"I didn't have the right equipment to help." He didn't ask what she couldn't help him with.
"Are we connected? Like the first time?" He asked instead.
She nodded her head shifting her weight again.
"I'd say it's stronger this time. Instead of just being what you think, I'd say it's what you feel and what you think, and maybe everything in between." She said with a small voice her eyes leaving his, looking down his body.
He looked down too seeing his own work at clawing himself apart. He hadn't noticed it before, the range of his attacks on himself, he was sure it was just where his pecks met.
Looking at it now told him other wise. Claw marks, jagged claw marks just under his collarbone, not as deep as the ones in the center of his chest. The sharp inhale of his breath shook him.
Bakugou had probably felt it, he told himself making his chest clench.
"We've been connected since yesterday?" He asked not knowing what else to ask.
"In a very detailed way I can imagine from the talks I've had with Bakugou. I'd say so."
"How bad?" He didn't know how bad of what he was asking at first, until the quiet whisper rushed through his head, the feelings rushing through his body that weren't his. "He can feel it all." He stated, he didn't need an answer he already had it.
He felt his lungs fill up with air as his heart started to thump less aggressive against his chest. He could hear the quiet thumping of shoes hitting the tiled floors, nurses voices saying no running.
He was watching the door when it came open, Bakugou standing there breathing heavily as his legs shook visibly, not really stopping at the door.
Kirishima moved quickly out of the bed going as close to Bakugou as the handcuff would allow, the mettle a cold difference from his numb hand. Bakugou crashed into him breathing heavily into Kirishimas shoulder his bodies shaking ceasing as well.
Chiyo got up from across the room walking towards them a ring of keys in her hand. When she got close enough she set them on the table near the bed before she turned around leaving the two alone.