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I have never been as terrified as I was in that moment where I thought Endeavor was seriously going to kill Shoto. And I’ve almost been suffocated and drowned by a slug monster and kidnapped by the league of villains.
From my house to the Todoroki residence is about a fifteen minute walk and about a fifteen minute drive, but using my quirk got me there in seven. I don’t have the patience nor the time to explain why I needed a ride to Shoto’s to the old hag. So without stopping to explain anything to my parents I quickly made my way to Shoto.
Arriving there in record time I see Momo waiting anxiously by the mailbox. Dropping down beside her I can see her shaking so bad I’m a little impressed she can still stand up so tall. In her arms I see what resembles to be Earserheads capture weapon, but this one must be the one that hardens when exposed to heat. Smart.
“Oh my god..” I hear Momo mumble. “What are we going to do?”
“Stick to the plan. Everyone else shouldn’t be too far behind.” We both turned to see Aizawa standing there. “First let me make this clear, I am not expecting either of you guys to go in there with me. This will be dangerous, so if you want to wait out here that is fine.”
“What the fuck!! The hell I’m waiting out here!!” My vision reddens around the edges. Not because of Aizawa.
“I’m going in too! Shoto is one of my best friends and fellow packmates!” I watch as Momo breathes in deeply, pulling herself together.
“Good. Let’s go.” Is all Aizawa says.
As we’re rushing to the front door I hear Aizawa yell, “Bakugo remember to focus on getting Shoto to safety and let me and Yaoyorozu handle the rest.” I grumbled in reply, glaring at the front door before I blasted the damn thing open.
I lead the way knowing where Shoto’s room is located(almost on the completely opposite end of the house). Kicking the door open my blood runs cold at the sight in front of me.
Endeavor's back is turned towards us and in his grasp is Shoto. My vision went completely red as I let out a low rumble, which is a warning sign to either back off or to leave their mate, pup, or pack alone before attacking.
Before Endeavor can even acknowledge our presence I’m across the room to be right next to them. Quickly, knowing that with Endeavor not yet registering I’m right there, I make a hard kick to the back of one knee, a hard jab in the side, and a small explosion to the face. With that Endeavor releases Shoto staggering back closer to Aizawa and Momo, hands to his face.
Not paying him any mind, I gently lowered me and Shoto to the ground. “Shoto! Come on baby. Please come back to me.” I nuzzle into the side of his face.
With Shoto cradled in my arms, as Aizawa and Momo took care of Endeavor, I panicked for a split second thinking we were too late, but a quick look at his chest and two fingers to his neck say he’s alive and breathing. I really thought he was dead. There are purpling bruises on his neck and most likely more hidden underneath his clothing, as well as burns around his neck.
Taking a quick look over my shoulder, I see Endeavor face down and all tangled up in Momo’s ‘capture weapon’. If Aizawa and Momo didn’t fuck Endeavor as much as they did I would’ve beaten him to an inch of his life. Plus I didn’t dare leave Shoto’s side especially now that I have him in my arms finally. Carefully I put one arm under his knees and left my other arm under his shoulders and picked him up.
On my way out of the Todoroki mansion I may or may not have miscalculated where Endeavors head was, so if I ‘accidently’ ended up kicking him in the face nobody’s going to say anything, Walking outside I hug Shoto closer to myself as my alphas instincts kick into overdrive with all of the police, ambulance, and pros scattered around the front yard.
A low grumble rises from my chest as a couple of pros rush past me and Shoto to get inside to help keep Endeavor contained.
“Bakugo!” I look over to where the ambulances are parked to see Recovery Girl and my parents standing there.
I hesitantly make my way towards them. I absolutely refuse to let or put Shoto down, anyone who tries can meet the fury of my alphas bite.
“Cut it out punk! We're not going to take Sho away from you.” The old hag says softly. Or well as softly as she can get. I bite my tongue to keep the ‘fuck off!’ from spelling out.
I also do my best to keep my alpha in check when Recovery Girl takes a step closer to see the damage.
“I’m afraid I can’t do anything right now, with the alphas’ command still fres-” Recovery Girl starts to say.
“What do you mean you can’t fucking help him!?” I cut her off.
“Katsuki!” I look over at my mother. “Just listen.” Letting out an aggravated sign I look back at Recovery Girl.
“Right now I can’t do anything to help with his physical injuries because the alphas’ command is taking up what energy Shoto-kun has. But once a day has gone by and Shoto-kun has more energy I’ll be able to do a little bit at a time.” Recovery Girl steps closer, laying a hand to Shoto’s head.
“Can you do anything to help Sho out right now.” I stressed. “Can’t you do something about the fucking alphas’ command at least or something?”
“Bakugo-kun.” Recovery Girl says patiently. “There isn’t anything I can do about the alphas’ command.” I can feel my heart rate start to pick up, but before more panic can consume me she carries on. “All that we, or most specifically, all that you and your pack can do is surround Shoto-kun with the smells and comfort only his pack can give him.”
After taking Shoto away from the Todoroki mansion we took him to the UA dorms. We were going to originally do this at my home, but fitting twenty students in a single room is calling for trouble. So once Aizawa and Momo showed back up we all decided that the commons area at UA dorms would be a better place for a pack huddle. At least until Shoto is all better.
But fucking hell. I may be the alpha of our pack, but pack huddles? Not that big of a fan of multiple body's trying to dogpile me to the underworld.
Silently, which I’ll admit is very unusual for me, I sit on one of the couches just holding Shoto in my arms. Please wake up soon Sho.
He’s beautiful. I noticed that on the first day of meeting him. I know I was an asshole to him, but somehow he saw through that when no one else did. I don’t know what’d I do if he doesn’t wake up.
After a while everyone from class started to make their way into the dorms in their usual fashion. Not necessarily loud, but not quite either.
“Hey Bakubro.” Kirishima says walking up to us then stops, stays a respectful distance away from us. At least these extras aren’t stupid. Because when an alphas mate or soon-to-be mate is forcefully put under by another alphas command, it is best if everyone around stays back until the alpha gives the okay.
“Shitty hair.” I grunt, pulling Shoto closer to myself when Kanimari gets a little too close rumbling out a warning. Well, some of them are smart at least.
“Shit! Sorry!” Kanimari exclaims, jumping back.
“Whatever.” I grumble. Watching as Ashida passes by and gives a solid smack to the back of Kanimari’s head earning an ‘Ow!’
“Alright everyone!” Momo draws the attention to her when everyone has made it inside. “Let’s get everything ready!” With that everyone scrambles around getting the perfect nest for Shoto ready.
I roll my eyes at hearing Ida yell about not being to chaotic, Kanimari and Sero fighting over which spot they want, and Deku’s stupid rambling. I lean back into a more comfortable position and close my eyes. Having the familiarity of everyone around me relaxes some of the tension in my shoulders.
It’s been a little over two day so far, and nothing seems to really have changed, besides that most of the bruising and burns have faded. That’s all thanks to Recovery Girl.
Right now I observe everyone cuddled up in the big makeshift nest they all made from where I’m standing in the entryway of the hallway. When I first laid Shoto in it, I could feel my alpha rumble in approval, without my consent to do so, and I tried to deny it too.
I look to where Shoto is laying on his side surrounded by pillows.
Around him are a few of the girls. Ashido is gently cleaning Shoto’s face, Momo is doing little braids in his hair, Uraraka is doing his nails, and Asui is softly running her fingers through Shoto’s hair where Momo isn’t braiding.
I had a feeling that once Kirishima managed to finally push me out of the nest to get a late lunch and to use the restroom someone would take my place. Not that’s bad or anything, I just don’t want Shoto to leave my sight. It does feel nice to get up and stretch my legs, but now I can feel the exhaustion weighing my body down. It’s not like I haven’t slept at all, it’s just more of small naps here and there.
Finally making my way back over to Shoto I gently nudged Asui over so I could lay behind Shoto to wrap him in my arms. That way they could still do whatever they’re doing.
Trying to ignore the gossip the girls are giving each other as I bury my nose into the back of Shoto’s neck, with his silk hair tickling my nose and cheeks, and shielding my eyes from what’s going on around us.
“You know, I always thought Shoto’s hair was soft looking.” I hear Uraraka whisper. “But it’s like running your fingers through calm water or over silk.”
“I wonder what he uses?” Momo mumbles. “Shoto-kun's hair is getting pretty long, maybe he’ll let us do his hair sometime.”
After that I could feel myself start to drift off into a light slumber. Or maybe it wasn’t so light, because I wake up with a start when Sero shakes my shoulder.
“What ‘ou want?” I mumble trying to blink away the sleep from my eyes.
“My bad Bakubro.” Sero holds out a plate filled with take-out food apologetically. “We, uh, tried to wake you up awhile ago.. But, uhm, Aizawa brought some take-out.” I sit up, careful not to disturb Shoto too much, I take the plate offered to me.
“What time is it?” I ask looking around to see everyone getting ready for bed.
“8:03 Bakugo!” Ashido shouts from where she’s at.
“He was asking me!” Sero complains.
“Well. Then don’t take forever to answer!” She says with a smug smile on her face.
“Shut the fuck up!” I say around a mouthful of rice and fish. I look over to where Ida is putting in a dvd, to see him tense up before giving himself whiplash to remind me about manners and not to use ‘profanities on school grounds’.
Fuck. Shit. Bitch. Motherfucker. I signed for him, earning a surprised laugh from Deku.
After shoving in another mouth full of rice and fish I flip Ida off saying, “Fuck off four eyes!”
About an hour later I see Aizawa once again leading the old hag and dad to the kitchen. Before I could lay down to hold Shoto close to me I could hear the old hag trying to get my attention.
Grumbling, I get up quietly so as to not disturb some of the extras already sleeping.
Stepping into the kitchen I whisper harshly, “What’d the fuck you want?” I watch my mothers face soften a little bit, which is a rare thing to see. That look always means she has really bad news or really good news, so let's hope for the latter.
“So here’s the thing brat.” Mitsuki leans against the counter top looking at me. “We were thinking that once Shoto is better, we’d let him stay with us for the meantime.”
I feel my eyes widen in disbelief. What the fuck.
“Hey don’t give me that look!” She growls at me softly. “We love Shoto as if he is our own, plus he is going to be permanently part of the family once you guys mate!”
“What the fuck you old hag!” I yell, feeling my cheeks heat up. I can see from the corner of my eye dad trying his best to get me and the old hag to stop our glaring contest.
The sound of Aizawa clearing his throat brings all of our attention towards him. Fuck I totally forgot he was here. Now I can really feel my cheeks heat up more as my palms start to sweat.
“Todoroki will only be staying there temporarily. He’ll stay there until everyone gets to officially come back to the dorms. Right now Nezu is turning a blind eye to all of you guys being on campus.” Aizawa sighs. “Once Todoroki has woken up we are going to be discussing this whole issue.”
“You’re not going to send him back to that bastard, right?” I say seriously.
“No. I talked to his siblings and his mother earlier today. We’re thinking that it’ll be wise to give guardianship over to me.” I can feel the tension falling off of my shoulders. That makes sense to give Aizawa guardianship. His mother is in the hospital, Natsu lives in the dorms of the college he’s going to, and Fuyumi is living in an apartment complex with two other people on a teachers salary.
“With that being said,” Aizawa sighs loudly. “How about we all try to get some rest. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a busy day.” For the first time since we’ve rescued Sho from Endeavor do I notice the big ass eye bags he has. How’d I not notice that before, I have no idea. Probably because I’ve been out of it myself.
Not really having anything else to say I nod my head in agreement and head back off to the commons area where Sho and the rest of my pack is. As I lay down I can finally feel my alpha start to settle down for the first time in the past few days. Bringing Shoto close to me I slip into a deep dreamless sleep.
The smell of fresh baked bread with a hint of spice surrounds my sleep deprived brain. That smell. It’s familiar, but I can’t quite put a finger onto why that is. Slowly the fog of deep sleep beckons me closer, until a soft pair of lips(?) gently touches the scent gland right underneath the corner of my jaw.
Hold up! Wait a fucking second.
With a big intake of breath I jerk awake. Right away I spot a pair of mismatched eyes staring right at me. The right side is a storm cloud gray color and the left is a sharp turquoise color. His hair is a beautiful mess with red and white bleeding into each other, almost making the illusion of pink, as well as the baby braids randomly put throughout his hair by Momo. Yesterday I changed his clothes in my bedroom, so he has on a new hoodie and shirt of mine that seems to almost drown him, and shorts that I got from his drawer.
Holy fuck.
“Sho!” I say lunging towards him. That came out louder than I meant it to be. Seconds later I feel my other packmates surround us in a major group hug. Fucking hell. It takes a lot of self control not to shout and throw everyone off, but hearing Shoto purring soothes me enough to ignore everyone else's gross bodies pressed against ours.
Shoto’s sudden laughter makes all of us jump in surprise. Shoto’s laugh, if angels were real this would be how they all sound. And the thing with Shoto’s laugh is when he really starts laughing, it’s contagious. You just can’t help but to join in.
“Todoroki I’m so glad to finally have you back with us.” Ida says after everyone has calmed down.
“It’s nice to be back.” I hear him reply back to Ida. I feel him lean back into me and I can’t help but hold him tighter. I can’t believe he’s finally awake, I won’t admit it at least out loud, but I was so fucking scared. As each day passed and he never so much as moved or made any indication of when he’d wake up, I was afraid he just wouldn’t.
I nuzzle my nose behind his ear. All I can feel right now is relief. Now that I think about it, this whole time Shoto didn’t have a scent up until the moment he woke up out of the alpha command. Well.. That’s something to think about on a different day.
“Is everyone ready for some lunch?” Momo asks, breaking me out of my thought process. Oh hell no!
“Wait!? Are you sure it’s even fucking edible to eat?” That relief I felt earlier is now gone. I will not have Shoto’s first meal be having him heaving over a toilet bowl.
“Of course it is Kacchan, your mother did help us after all.” Deku answers cheerfully. Ugh! Gross.
“Tsk.” I look down at Shoto to see him looking amused about this whole thing. As I’m about to bury my nose back into his scent, because his happy omega pheromones smell amazing, I hear the old hag yell from somewhere inside the kitchen.
“You little brat! Be grateful I’m gracing you with my wonderful cooking!” I turn my head sharply to full on glare at the kitchen. I know this may be childish, but I really hope she can feel the intensity of my glare.
“What was that You old—!” I get interrupted by a pair of soft and familiar lips on mine. My mind goes blank as I stare into Shoto’s beautiful different colored eyes.
“Kat.” Is all he says. Well, fuck. He must have learned this trick from my dad. I would like to say that this won’t work every time, but that’d probably just be a big fat lie.
“Dude you're so whipped!” Kaminari exclaims, which earns him my famous ‘shut-the-fuck-up-or-die’ glare from me. I smile satisfied when his eyes widen slightly. Heh.
“Help me up?” I look back at Sho. Releasing my hold on him I stand up and bring him slowly along with me. Once I’m sure he has his balance I let go of his hands but kind of keep them close by just in case. Which was a good thing because as soon as he tried to take his first step forward his knees completely buckled underneath him.
Not even bothering to hold back the shit eating grin plastered on my face, I picked him up in what Shoto calls ‘princess’ carry. Which earns me a “Katsuki! What the hell!” and a slap to the chest when I can’t hold in my laughter.
“Come on Princess.~”