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Six months had passed since the day Bakugo got with Suzuki, and Bakugo had grown quite affectionate of him… in his own way.
“Dumbass! Why would you cut the chives like that, are you fucking dumb?!” Katsuki shouted at Hiroto, who was helping Katsuki cook dinner for the rest of the Bakugos. The two heard Mitsuki yell something from the dining room, but it was incomprehensible.
“That’s how my mom cuts chives, I thought it was the right way!” Hiroto replied defensively, a little scared of his boyfriend.
“Just give me the damn chives, Hiroto!” Bakugo said as he took the cutting board with the chives on it and starting cutting them “the right way,” as Bakugo put it.
“Wow, you’re really good with a knife, Kat,” Hiroto said appreciatively, smiling.
“You’re just really bad; don’t be too impressed,” the blond retorted, putting the chives into the curry.
Hiroto laughed. “Whatever you say, love.”
“Katsuki blushed. “I told you not to call me that.”
“Why can’t I? Does it embarrass you? Do I make you shy?” Hiroto asked, grinning sheepishly.
“Say that again and I’ll make you my training dummy again.”
Hiroto’s eyes widened at the though. “Okay, okay! I surrender!”
Katsuki laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He turned to the doorway. “DINNER’S READY, BE READY TO EAT IN TWO MINUTES!”
“LOWER YOUR VOICE, KATSUKI!” Mitsuki yelled from the dining room.
“I’LL BE AS LOUD AS I WANT TO, OLD HAG!” Katsuki shouted back, ready to start a screaming match with his mother before Hiroto calmed him down.
“Now, what do you say we dish up the curry?” Hiroto asked, trying to prevent the inevitable third screaming match of the day. Katsuki just nodded and got five bowls, Hiroto dishing up as Katsuki brought them out. Once that was all done and they sat down, Mitsuki spoke up again.
“So, Hiroto, what makes you think you’re good enough for my son? What makes you different from the omegas that wanted to be with him?”
Before Katsuki could interject, Hiroto spoke up. “Besides the obvious, being that I’m an alpha… I’ve taken care of him through tough times, I’ve loved him, I’ve comforted him, and I’ve made him feel comfortable talking to the people he trusts. So yeah, I think I’m good enough for him,” Hiroto replied, making Katsuki go silent as he pecked Bakugo on the cheek. “Now, why don’t we eat, hm? The curry’s gonna get cold.”
They all started eating until Eijiro spoke up. “Um, did you guys make desert, too?”
Katsuki started slowly hyperventilating, but Hiroto spoke up before anyone noticed. “No, why?”
“Something smells sweet; kind of like vanilla,” Eijiro replied, smelling the air. He turned to Katsuki, not seeing he was hyperventilating. “Kat, did you start taking pheromone suppressants? I don’t smell the usual spicy scent coming from you.”
“No; why the hell would I, shitty hair?” Katsuki said, starting to feel warm. Hiroto leaned into Katsuki and sniffed his scent gland, immediately plugging his nose. “What the hell, Hiroto? We’re at the dinner table!”
“The vanilla scent’s coming from you; that’s why your norma scent isn’t detectable. Why would you put on omega pheromones?” Hiroto replied, his nose still covered.
“I didn’t put on omega pheromones. Why the hell would I do that? And why are you putting you hand on my forehead; do I look sick to you?!” Katsuki shouted as Hiroto felt Katsuki’s forehead for a temperature.
“Yes, and you’re burning up. Do you need to go to bed?” Hiroto asked, seeming like he was genuinely concerned. Now that Hiroto mentioned it, Katsuki did feel ho, and his ass felt wet, too. And was it just him, or was Hiroto starting to get really horny, too?
“Only if you go up there with me,” Katsuki replied, scooching his chair over to get more of Hiroto’s scent. It smelled really good right now.
Mitsuki spoke up. “Young man, we’re taking you to the hospital right now. Who knows what the hells is going on with you.”
“I don’t need a hos-“ Katsuki started but cut himself off as a surge of pain ran through his body, along with a steady flow of extremely sexual thoughts. “Ngh~ Fuck, what the hell hurts so damn much~” He gripped the table, whining in pain.
“That’s it. Hiroto, carry Katsuki to the car. The three of us are going to the hospital,” Mitsuki said as she got up and went to the living room to grab her coat and her purse, which had her car kays in it. Hiroto picked Katsuki up bridal style and carried him out to the car, Katsuki nuzzling into Hiroto as they drove.
When they arrived, Hiroto tenderly but swiftly carried Bakugo as Mitsuki held the door open. Katsuki rushed to the front desk, Hiroto following close behind.
“Hello, something’s wrong with my son. He needs immediate medical attention,” Mitsuki said as she gestured to Katsuki, who was whining from the pain and body heat surging through him.
“Ma’am, your son’s in heat; there’s nothing to worry about. We’ll get some suppressants and-“ Before she could finish, Mitsuki interjected.
“How could he be going into heat? He’s an alpha; he’s gone into rut before!”
The receptionist stayed calm. “Ma’am, I know what an omega in heat looks like. We get these all the time with how the school system is now. He’s most likely been bitched. I’ll get him a doctor and some suppressants. Now, please calm down; there’s enough chaos in a hospital without you adding to it,” the receptionist responded, still calm and collected. “Now please, sit down while I get an available doctor. It’s going to be a few minutes.” Mitsuki huffed and sat down in the nearest seat she found.
“Going into heat, my ass. My son’s not an omega,” Mitsuki grumbled to herself, but not loud enough that the receptionist could hear. Hiroto held Bakugo in his arms, plugging his nose from Katsuki’s overwhelming scent.
“Uh, Mrs. Bakugo, I’m starting to believe the going into heat theory,” Hiroto said, starting to feel a little on edge himself, even with his nose covered.
Before Mitsuki could shoot back a comment, a doctor came and took them to a safe room where pheromones couldn’t leak out.
“Now, when was your son’s last heat, Mrs. Bakugo?” The doctor asked, getting out something from the drawer next to the visitor’s chair Mitsuki was sitting in as Hiroto laid Katsuki down on the patient bed.
“How many times do I have to say it?! He’s and alpha; he’s been in rut before!” Mitsuki shouted, looking pissed off from what Katsuki could see. Typical old hag; but if he was an alpha, why was he feeling like this? Just then, he felt something sharp on his right arm. He whined as the doctor injected him with a heat suppressant, but immediately started feeling better.
“It’s a fast-working suppressant. It should be over in a few minutes,” the doctor said, cleaning the syringe and throwing out the needle. “When your son wakes up, we’re going to test him for secondary gender again, as he’s most likely been bitched. He goes to a public school, correct?”
“Alright, what do you mean by ‘bitched?’ What’s going on with my son?!” Mitsuki yelled, but the doctor, just like the receptionist, stayed calm.
“Sometimes, when a group of alphas spend a lot of time together, the more submissive alpha in the group will slowly become an omega. Now, this would be over the course of several months to several years, but from the look of shock on your faces, I’d say it would be more towards the months end. The changes are subtle at first; their personality will slowly start to change. They’ll get more submissive to their partner—which is in most cases another alpha—and they’ll act more shy, nervous, and get more easily flustered. Then they slowly change physically; their skin will be softer, their facial features more child-like and they’ll be more prone to bruising from things that wouldn’t have bruised them before. The it moves on to the genitals; so in a previously alpha male’s case, the penis would get smaller, they’ll lose some pubic hair, and eventually develop a uterus. They wouldn’t be going into rut at all while the uterus is developing, and when it’s fully developed they’ll go into their first heat, which is what has happened to your son. I’ll need to run some tests to make sure, but your son has definitely been bitched,” the doctor explained, turning around to head to the door. “Wait in here; I just need some equipment for testing, and I’ll be right back.” The doctor went out the door, and the wait began.
Hiroto was the first one to speak. “So he’s really an omega now? Doesn’t really fit his personality, I don’t think.”
“Maybe I can actually get grandbabies now, since both my sons are into alphas,” Mitsuki said, her arms crossed like usual.
“Speaking of… I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how come Eijiro doesn’t look like you or your husband? He doesn’t have the same surname either, so I was just wondering…” Hiroto said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No, I don’t mind at all. He’s not our biological son. His parents were family friends of ours, and T was especially close to his mother. Nine years ago, they died in a car crash while Katsuki and Eijiro were at primary. Since he didn’t have any relatives to go to, we took him in and adopted him. He said he wanted to keep his surname as a remembrance of his parents. Of course, Masaru and I agreed; we felt terrible for the kid, losing his parents at five…” Mitsuki explained, her eyes a little glassy.
“He must really love you guys for that,” Hiroto replied, thinking about Masaru and Eijiro back at home. “Do you think we should call him and your husband? They’re probably worried about Katsuki, with how he was when we left and all.”
Mitsuki nodded. “That’s probably a good idea.” Mitsuki got out her phone and video called her husband, who immediately picked up.
“Mitsuki, how is he? Is he okay?” Masaru said, worry written all over his face.
“Yeah, how’s my brother?!” Eijiro shouted through the phone, his eyes glassy like how Mitsuki’s were a few seconds ago.
Hiroto spoke for Mitsuki. “He’s fine, but he’s asleep right now. The doctor gave him a fast-moving heat suppressant, so he should be fine until tomorrow.”
“Heat suppressant? Why would the doctor give him that? And how did it help?” Eijiro asked, his brow etched in confusion.
“He’s been bitched,” Hiroto replied, realization dawning on Eijiro’s face.
“Of course! I should have notice sooner; how could I have been so stupid…” Eijiro trailed off, Masaru even more confused.
“Alright, can someone explain what’s happening to me, please?” Masaru said, Eijiro taking the initiative to explain it to him. Once Eijiro finished explaining, the older male nodded. “Oh, that makes sense, but how am I the only one who didn’t know this term?”
“Hiroto and I were just informed,” Mitsuki replied.
“And I learned what that was last year of primary,” Eijiro added, as if it was obvious. Masaru nodded.
“The doctor should be coming back any minute now with equipment to test if he was actually bitched or not, but he’s almost certain of it as of right now,” Hiroto said, trying to fully explain what was going on at their end while Eijiro and Masaru nodded when he finished explaining. Just then, the doctor opened the door. “Oh, the doctor’s back. We’ll talk to you guys later,” Hiroto said as Mitsuki hung up, the two turning their attention to the doctor.
“Alright, I have all the equipment I need. I’ll start observing and performing the tests I can do while he’s asleep And it would be helpful if we could get young Bakugo into a hospital gown,” the doctor said, turning to Hiroto. “You are his boyfriend, correct?”
Hiroto hesitated before responding. “Yes.”
“And you two are sexually active, correct?”
Hiroto looked at Mitsuki, who was awaiting his response as well. He and Katsuki never brought up their sex life to their parents. And why would they? They were fourteen, and it was their parents. Hiroto took a deep breath before answering. “Yes, we’d do it two to five times a week, depending on when he wanted to.”
Mitsuki looked shocked, but the doctor simply nodded. “So I trust that you’re comfortable with changing him into a hospital gown?” The doctor asked, waiting patiently for an answer.
“Yes, I’m fine with that.”
“Good.” The doctor turned to Mitsuki.” I assume you’re Bakugo’s mother, but it would be better if you left the room while we’re running tests, just to have as little conflicting pheromones as possible. I hope you understand.”
Mitsuki nodded. “Yes, I understand. I’ll go to the waiting room,” she said before heading out the door.
The doctor turned back to Hiroto. “I will observe while you are changing him, just to see any definitive omega traits, and if you could point out things to me you think would be something that you’ve noticed changing, I’ll make note of it.”
Hiroto nodded. “He’s definitely gotten curvier over the past few months. I think his ass has gotten bigger, too,” he said as he started undressing his boyfriend. “He’s always had a small penis for an alpha, but it’s gotten smaller lately. He’s also been holding up longer when we’re doing it; sometimes it’ll be almost 5 hours before he passes out if he wants me to go on for that long.” The doctor nodded as he looked over Katsuki’s naked body.
“Go ahead and put the gown on him, now. I’ve gathered enough information,” the doctor said as Hiroto gently put the gown on Katsuki, the doctor going to the door to let Mitsuki back in once Katsuki’s hospital gown was on.
Mitsuki immediately spoke up. “So? What’s wrong with my son?”
“My original theory was correct: your son was bitched and is now an omega. I’d suggest keeping him out of school while I contact the school to make arrangements for him to switch to all omega classes. I will email you a list of medically approved heat suppressants, as well as a list of pheromone blockers if he wishes to take them as well. Don’t worry, I promise your son will be fine. This has been happening more frequently now that public junior and senior high schools are separating classes by second gender. Katsuki goes to Aldera Junior High, correct?” The doctor asked, going to his computer.
Mitsuki nodded. “Yes, and he’s planning on taking the UA entrance exam at the end of the year.”
“For the hero course, I presume? With a quirk like his, he’d make a fantastic hero, despite the recent development.”
“Yes; he and I along with his brother were all planning on taking the entrance exam,” Hiroto answered, sitting beside Katsuki and stroking his hair.
The doctor nodded. “Alright. Let me know if he gets in and I’ll email UA so they can have proper record of his secondary gander and other things. You’re free to go as soon as he wakes up, I just need to run a few more tests to make sure he’s healthy.”
“The tests the doctor ran were quick, so they only took about fifteen minutes total. But they waited about an hour and a half before Katsuki finally woke up.
“Ugh… What the hell happened…?” Katsuki trailed off, starting to open his eyes.
Hiroto’s eyes went wider, as they were half shut. “Katsuki? Are you okay?”
Katsuki looked up at Hiroto, who had a worried look in his eye. “Dumbass, don’t ask such stupid questions… I’m fine, my stomach just feel funny…” Katsuki answered, moving his left hand to his lower abdomen.
Hiroto cleared his throat nervously. “Babe, that’s not your stomach…”
“Then what is it? My intestines?” Bakugo asked, looking a little annoyed ven though he just woke up.
“It’s your uterus,” the doctor interjected, casting a reassuring look over to Hiroto, who mouthed a “thank you” for saving him from having to say that.
“What uterus? I’m and alpha, I don’t have a uterus,” Katsuki snapped at the doctor, who remained calm despite the hormonal teen’s attitude.
“Babe, let the doctor explain; this happens more often than you think,” Hiroto said, releasing his calming pheromones in hopes of calming down the new omega. It worked enough that Katsuki was now quiet as he let the doctor explain what happened to him. Once the doctor was done explaining, Katsuki as in complete and utter shock, looking down at where his hand was on his stomach.
“So, I’m an omega now?” Katsuki said plainly, looking at the doctor with almost glassy eyes. Hiroto felt sorry for his boyfriend, but something didn’t feel right to him… not the fact that Bakugo was now an omega, but there was something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on that was off. He shook the thought away as he heard the doctor speak.
“Yes. I’ll email a list of heat suppressants, as well as a list of pheromone blocker to your mother so you can decide which brand is best for you, but as of right now you’re free to go. I suggest you take the rest of the week off of school while I get your schedule changed to have omega classes and you can find suppressants. I’d suggest being careful with your dosage of the suppressants and blockers, as it could lead to health issues in the long term. You boyfriend can help you get dressed into your clothes, but I’d advise you stay in the gown until you get home, as your clothes have conflicting pheromones on them. If you don’t have any other questions, you’re free to leave.” Silence. “Okay, then. I’ll head out, as I have other patients to attend to,” the doctor said as he walked out, leaving the Bakugos and Hiroto alone.
After about five minutes, Katsuki finally broke the silence. But this time, it wasn’t a general statement and was directed at Hiroto. “We’re still gonna be together, right? ‘Cause I’ve been getting the impression that you’re just into alphas…” Katsuki said, he sensitive omega side showing the smallest bit.
Hiroto’s eyes immediately went wide. “What? No, of course we’re gonna stay together, baby. I love you,” the alpha said, causing Katsuki’s eyes to go wide and his cheeks to flush.
“W-What?” Katsuki asked. Hiroto had never said that before, and it honestly had made Katsuki insecure about their relationship.
Hiroto smiled and sat next to him on the bed. “I love you. Was that what you needed to hear?” Katsuki’s eyes got even wider, but then he eventually smiled as he closed the distance between them to kiss him. Hiroto kissed back, holding Katsuki’s hand in his. Hiroto pulled away and smiled even wider. “Let’s go home, shall we?” Hiroto asked, the omega nodding in reply. Hiroto’s smile became soft as he picked up and held Katsuki bridal style, standing up when Mitsuki did to head out. How much longer was this day going to be?