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Bakugo didn’t really know how to feel after everything that happened the day before. The one person who he bullied to the point of him to “take a swan-dive off the roof” back in middle school was now under his care as a packmate. Nothing stung more than looking into Deku’s eyes and seeing only the fear that once resided in them daily when Bakugo even looked his direction ever so slightly. It was sick; the worst feeling in the world. Kirishima seemed to sense something uneasy going on with his boyfriend, and lifted his head from his shoulder and snuggled closer to him on the couch they were resting on.

“Babe, I know that face. What’s on your mind?”

He grumbled at the comment from his boyfriend. It mildly scared him how well he could be read by the red-eyed boy.

“Just thinking about Deku. I feel bad looking back at the shithead that I was to him. Those damn pureblood ideals were drilled so deep into my skull that I gave no shits about humans. Deku still followed me, like I was his alpha or something. I treated him like crap... DAMMIT! I don’t deserve to be his Alpha. What do I do, Ei?”

The red-haired boy looked over at the couch adjacent to them, eyeing a certain Pikachu-blonde that had shifted into a wolf to curl up on the armchair.

“Remember when you were supposed to kill me, my moms, and Denki? You remember what you did when you told me what you were sent to do?”

“I told you I was sorry... I held you close and apologized...”

“And that’s what you need to do for Midoriya. Tell him that you’re sorry. It might end up scaring him more than being accepted as forgiving, but the point will come across, one way or another...”

Bakugo looked as if he was going to explode, and to be honest, he probably would have, it had not been for Kirishima’s calm hands that cupped his face.

“I’ll go with you, and I’ll hold your hand as you tell him. Would my little puppy want me to do that?”

Bakugo immediately turned beet red, and turned away from Kirishima with a grumble.

“Goddammit, you’re a fucking mess, Ei...”

The boys snuggled closer, looking out the windows at the slowly filling moon. Bakugo looked down to the now asleep redhead in his arms, thinking back to what he was originally sent to do to his boyfriend.

•~•~•~•

Bakugo, being a pure blooded werewolf (meaning that he had a mother and father who are descendants from members of Lycan’s original pack) who had a strong sense of duty to the Council. He served as one of their best, completing every trivial task assigned to him. Then, it came down to one of his biggest tasks yet... killing two rouge purebloods. The two women had fallen in love, and ran away from the Council. In addition, they also saved a halfblood (a werewolf who is the child of a pureblood and a human or turned werewolf) after the council had already killed the child’s family. Apparently, the two were raising the child as his mothers, and Bakugo was sent to go and kill all three. He was to get close to the half blood; so close that the young werewolf would lead him to his home and easily allow Bakugo to kill them all and clean up the murder without a trace. When Bakugo “accidently bumped into” the young halfblood, he mainly didn’t push him away for the sake of his mission. He soon began to realize the real reason he didn’t push him away was because he cared for the halfblood. More than cared, he had fallen head-over-heels in love with the red-head. He then found that Kirishima had fallen for him too, and he was confessed to. Bakugo accepted his confession, and the two began to date, though he reminded himself that it was all solely for the sake of the mission. When Kirishima led him to his apartment, to his surprise, he wasn’t met with the scent of two purebloods, but the scent of a turned werewolf. Bakugo tense, his guard raising ever so slightly, as the two entered the house. When they walked into an empty house, Bakugo was caught off-guard and jumped from behind. He was so dazed, that the attack managed to knocked him unconscious.

“Kami, I’m not sure about this. What if he isn’t a werewolf? What if he’s a human and we just knocked him unconscious and wrapped him in silver chains. What if he breaks-up with me?!”

The one who he had assumed was 'Kami' let out an exhausted sigh.

“Jeez Kiri, put at least a little faith in me. I think I know a werewolf when I see one. I mean, I realized you were a werewolf when we first met-”

“That was my own fault! I didn’t think you would catch me shifting back!”

“Sure-”

“Well, you two sure don’t know how to keep hostages.”

Bakugo attempted to look up, but it seemed that his eyes were blindfolded. He could still smell them though, and he could smell the shock and fear from the turned one, 'Kami' when he faced his direction exactly. Kirishima seemed more surprised than the other, not really believing what he was seeing.

“So, not only are you a halfblood saved by two rouge purebloods, but you also took in a turned? Well, the Council won’t like at all... plus it totally messes with my plan...”

The look on Kirishima’s face was one of shock and betrayal. Bakugo couldn’t look at him, but he could smell him. Betrayal, it was a potent smell, a smell that made him want to break through the silver chains, even if they burned through his skin, and hold him tight. From that moment on, Bakugo silently pledged his life to Kirishima, promising to protect him, and never have to smell that horrible scent again...

“Kiri, I want you to back up. I’m gonna sent an electric current through his body that leave him as close to dead as possible. After that, we run. We leave the country.”

'Kami' began to walk over to Bakugo, fingers crackling with electricity. He probably would have done what he said he would if it wasn’t for Kirishima.

“Denki, we can’t do this. Sure, he might have been sent here to kill us, but he cares for me. He had all the time in the world to hold me hostage and kill me, but he didn’t! We can’t do this, it’s not right. What if my moms saw this? What would they say, Denki?”

'Kami' or 'Denki', at this point Bakugo was still trying to pin a name to the face, looked up at the red head, eyes beginning to water.

“God Ei, they’d kill me. Tell me "what are you thinking Denki? We didn’t take you in to do bad things to people. We taught you better." God Ei, they’d kick my ass... Still, what do we do with him?”

Bakugo looked up, and chose his next words carefully.

“I won’t go back. I’ll stay here; you can watch my every move. I won’t sell you out.” He looked in the direction of Kirishima’s warm and gentle smell. “I’ll gain back your trust. Maybe then, we can start over. I promise you, Eijiro Kirishima, I will win your heart.”

The blindfold over his eyes was removed, and he saw an almost crying Kirishima.

“God, you could never do anything to hurt me. You won my heart the second that you first talked to me...”

He removed the chain, and leapt into Bakugo’s arms, holding his close.

“I will protect you with my life Eijiro...”

“Don’t think that I’m not going to protect you with my life Katsuki...”

•~•~•~•

Bakugo’s heart warmed with the memory of the first time he uttered his boyfriend’s first name. And that promise, he held true. He protected him with his life, even if that meant that he could never go back to his old life, it was worth it for his smile. It was worth it all to see his Eijiro safe and sound in his arms...

•~•~•~•

The next day, Midoriya could handle the pain. He had broken almost every single bone in his body. What was a little muscle and bone pain going to do? It seemed as normal as it would get at a high school full of trainee heroes, and that made the slight pain ease away. The only thing that could change that was maybe a really cute boy heading his way.

For those who didn’t know, Todoroki was hot, which wasn’t just a pun for his quirk. He had the smoothest and most beautiful hair, and his face was like an angel’s. His voice was clear as crystal, and only icy went he was pissed or serious. Midoriya also had a huge-ass crush on him.

“Hey Midoriya,” Todoroki had approached him after Present Mic’s English class, “Are you feeling okay?”

Midoriya nodded vigorously, face turning a bright pink.

“Yeah, I’m okay Todoroki. I was just spacing out. Yesterday was pretty rough...”

Todoroki was never good at expressing himself, but around Midoriya, he had turned into an open-book. His eyes shun with concern as he reached out to hold Midoriya’s hands.

“Midoriya, you were there to support me during the Sports Festival and we both stood and fought together against Stain. You had my back then, and you still have it now. I’m here if you need me. How about we meet up outside school? There’s a new café that just opened and I’ve heard good things from Fuyumi. Are you free tonight?”

Midoriya just stopped. He just got asked out. Todoroki just said that he would always support him and then asked him out... The anxiety was almost tangible– wait. Midoriya could smell it. He could smell pure anxiety and embarrassment. He could smell emotions?

“What the hell?” Midoriya spoke quietly under his breath, too low for Todoroki to hear. When he straightened up, he was Todoroki anxiously fiddling with his finger, as if he was wanting for an answer... Midoriya looked up in mild horror. HE IS WAITING FOR AN ANSWER!

“I’m free today Todoroki. I would love you–TO! I WOULD LOVE TO! TEXT ME THE DETAILS!”

With that, Midoriya made a mad dash for Kirishima, Kaminari, and Bakugo. He heaved as he reached them, panic painted on his face.

“Hey,” he heaved heavily, “I was talking to Todoroki. And this weird thing happened and my sense of smell was weird and yeah.”

“What did you smell? An enhanced sense of smell is obvious in turned, but it usually gets powerful over time...”

“No, I was just talking to him and he asked me to meet him at a café after school and it like... it smelled weird. A sense of embarrassment and anxiety could almost be touched, but like, touched with my sense of smell. Does that sound weird or is this like, not normal?”

Kirishima and Kaminari both looked back to Bakugo, whose face was impossible to read. It was a blank expression, and he spoke most likely without thinking.

“You smelled emotions...–”

“THAT’S IT!”

Kirishima easily recognized the lack of emotion on his boyfriend’s face, and replied to Midoriya.

“That must be it! We’ll head to lunch in a sec, go before us to talk to your 'boyfriend'.”

Midoriya blushed, nodding slightly and heading off. When the three were sure he was out of the distance of his hearing, they dropped all of their masks.

“Katsuki, no turned should have that ability.”

“I know, Ei. I have no idea how, but he has pureblood abilities. It doesn’t make sense.”

“I wasn’t like that. Sure, my hearing was enhanced to rival Kiri’s, but my abilities as a turned don’t even come close to yours Bakugo–”

“–You know damn well that it pisses me off when you guys call me by my last name. Katsuki, dunce face–”

“–Sure thing Alpha!”

“He’s just trying to piss me off now, isn’t he?”

Kirishima only smiles, shrugging his shoulders.

“Kami’s a real unique person. My moms knew that better than I did...”

“They sure as hell knew!”

Kaminari smiled like an idiot. This bliss was enough to slightly distract the boys. Still, something needed to be done for the whole Midoriya situation.

“We’ll follow him on his date. If anything goes down, I’ll step in. I leave finding the place to you, Eijiro.”

“You’re a lucky man Katsuki–”

“–That much I know–”

“–And you’re lucky I love you.”

•~•~•~•

Bakugo was waiting behind the school, knowing damn well that she would show. When he smelled her approaching, he took no time to speak up.

“So, the Council sent their strongest to go after me. I have to admit, I’m surprised you agreed.”

“Katsuki Bakugo, by order of the Head Councilman of Lycan’s Council, you are officially a rogue pureblood. Come peacefully, and I can attempt to spare your life.”

“Yeah, I knew what I was getting myself into when I left the Council, Momo. I’m not going back.”

“You could have just said, ‘Yeah, I’ll fight you’.”

“Yeah, but I’m serious this time. Not only will you and those dumbass Councilmen come after me, but you’re also gonna come for my pack. Hell no.”