@the_bara_king: ——- Kintsugi ———BKDK/ older ...

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BKDK/ older Izuku / mentions of past SA / Hurt-Comfort / detective Katsuki / omegaverse / Alpha Katsuki and omega Izuku
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The word hero is usually paired with the fantasy of good versus evil. The good guy saves the day, everyone lives. That bullshit.

When I was younger, I had those naive notions, studied hard so I could be someone who can play hero in the police force.

Then I learned that there are true villains hiding behind their hero costumes. That no, you don’t save everyone. That some situations are so fucked,

you can’t imagine the survivors ever being a fraction of normal again.

I’m 26, youngest detective in my precinct. I have good instincts, work hard, stay late, and I’ve solved a couple of cases.

I do have pride in that. Yet, it’s hard to feel “pride” when I’ve only had -

one survivor. A fucking child. A kid so young, she hadn’t even presented yet. The ugliness of the world can be so dark, the deeper I’ve set foot in it, the less light I can see in it anymore.

I’m a stubborn fucker though, I don’t want the world to beat me.

Today we’ve taken down a prostitution ring. They were using an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, kidnapping young omegas and using them for business. Nasty shit.

“League of Villains”, thats what these assholes called themselves. Just a bunch of cringey Alpha fuckheads thinking they were gods.

Felt good to see them in handcuffs, a couple died in the gun fight, but you sure as shit won’t see me crying over them.

Now I’m fishing around this shit hole, looking for some more circumstantial evidence so that they all never see the light of day again.

It’s raining hard, there are leaks in the roof so must of the officers are walking in damp uniforms. My gun is pointed at the ground-

as we quietly step into some kind of dormitory.

There is a rattle behind a row of bunk beds.

It could be an animal, god knows there’s a shit-load of rats here. Yet we all quietly approach the source of the sound with two hands on our guns.

Kirishima, who joined our department the same time I did, is on my left. The guy never stops yapping and smiling except for when we confront these evils. He nods, I watch his adam’s apple bob in a gulp.

Knowing I’ve got cover, I grit my jaw as I prepare for a possible-

violent confrontation. Yet, I’m almost excited for it. I know I’m not a good person. Because hurting the villains, watching them whimper in their loss, is my favorite part of this job.

It’s a cage. With someone in it.

This warehouse reeks of Alphas. A rancid gasoline pungent stench, a mix of all of these unhappy insecure Alpha pheromones that could make the eyes water.

The omegas on our work force couldn’t even enter the building without gas masks.

I call out behind me,

“Stand down! We have another hostage!”

My boot steps into a puddle as I put my gun back into its holster and approach the cage cautiously. Fuck, is the hostage dead? Dread sinks into my stomach like cold poison.

There hasn’t been movement, I take my flashlight out to inspect the cage. The halo of light flickers onto a skinny boy with only a ragged green T shirt on his body. He sits on cardboard with big round eyes staring up at me,

they’re dark green.

His hair is a mangled knotted mess of dark curls, his pale freckled skin is dirtied with the dust and dirt. What tells me he is an omega though,what makes bile rise up my throat,are the bite marks.

Alpha bonding marks. All over him. On his arms,his neck,on all his scent glands.

He is the only omega here, the only victim who was found like this. Why? What made him special to them? Was he the first hostage?

What makes me especially good at my job is that pheromones don’t affect me. I can smell them, but they don’t do shit. This omega though?

He doesn’t have a scent.

Something spikes in my blood. I move without thinking, dropping my flashlight, adrenaline blasts through me like fire. More circles of light surround us as my squad closes in, the cage doesn’t have a lock. I whip the door open and this broken omega -

looks up at me with those big scared eyes, dark circles ringed under deeply.

I crouch down on my knees, not wanting to scare him, fuck, I never do the victim handling but I can’t stop myself from wanting to save him. I’m shit with words, but I just say something true.

“Youre safe now.”

And I mean it, My lips press together firmly. I’m probably the worst person in our department to save him. An Alpha, red eyed with big canines and a big body. But my body screams at me to protect this omega; to save him.

The omega doesn’t make a sound, he just fails to stand and falls into me. I catch him and just hold him. A storm of glass shard like feelings spiral in me.

Rage, rage and sadness.

Was this human instinct or Alpha instinct? It doesn’t matter.

Everything seemed to have been sped up before this, the gun fighting, the arrests, it happened so fast.

Yet, holding this omega now, unconscious in my arms, everything is slow and blurred. I can’t hear what people are saying to me. I can only think of how light-

the green eyed man is, look at the purpled raised bite marks littered on such pale skin. Fuck, I keep growling at people who touch me , I know I’m acting crazy, but I can’t stop it.

It’s this anxiety so crippling that I feel I’ll snap if this omega is taken from my arms.

Kirishima guides us onto an ambulance, I don’t really hear what he says but I know he is crooning. He’s trying to make me relax, convincing me to hold my arm out for an injection that calms me down.

“Hey, you with me?”

My breaths have slowed down, tunnel vision opening.

I look away from the skin and bones omega now on a stretcher being given an IV. We sit on a bench besides the omega and I nod. Kirishima lets out a big breath of relief, finger combing his red faux-hawk.

“Dude, I’ve never seen you like that. Kinda thought you were omega proof.”

I scowl deeper than usual, tutting as I scoot closer to the nameless guy who suddenly had a chokehold on me.

“Piss off. I just. What the hell did they do to him?” Kirishima’s reassuring smile crumbles into a frown, we both look at the nameless man as he replies.

“Something horrible.”

I hear the nameless survivor’s heart beat, it’s slow. The ambulance jostles back and forth through traffic. I don’t know what will happen to him, I just know I’ll be there for him.

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“He’s going to need to rest for a while. He is malnourished and we found multiple mating bites that still haven’t healed yet.”

Dr. Mineyama is a tall blonde ER doctor in purple scrubs, she shakes her head sadly as she explains her analysis on our survivor.

I stand in the hallway outside of the hospital room with my arms crossed over my chest with Kirishima beside me leaning against one of the hospital’s white walls.

Our skin and bones police captain, Allmight, is a legend in the police department. He was reported my -

reaction to the captive omega and allowed me to standby the victim under the exception of surveillance.

I fucking hate the idea of having a babysitter but it might not be a bad idea for now. No idea why I acted the way I did still. For now, we wait for Green Eyes to wake up.

“He is going to need to be transferred to our omega specialist in the rehabilitation center next-door. His hormones are probably in disarray and poisoning him. Meanwhile, we will appreciate any information you can give us regarding the patient’s identity.”

Kirishima nods,

“I’m getting a call from office, this should be it.” My teeth grit, I listen in to the phone call and our coworker Momo politely greet. Her voice is too damn soft though, can’t hear shit.

Kirishima informs us after licking his lips nervously,

“His fingerprint analysis came through, his name is Deku Midoriya. 31 years old. She is going to email us and the hospital his records. Thanks Momo.”

Poor fucker. His name practically means useless, he is scentless, and he had to survive that horror story?

Was that why the perpetrators chose him then? Where had Deku met those scum Alphas?

I trail after the hospital bed, a bit annoyed at myself for being unable to resist this gravitational pull to a total stranger. Is /this/ what all the Alphas and omegas usually bitch about?

The desire to be near him is like hunger, the kind of hunger that makes your body hurt and you start to lose all composure for the sake of getting closer to a meal.

Does he make Alphas go crazy or something? Then again, Kirishima seems unaffected.

After briefly being outside,

the cross walk has lead us into a beige walled rehab with couches that look fuzzy and warm and thank you letters framed on walls.

A few nurses frown when they look at me, I mean, nothing new considering everyone in office says I have a resting bitch face but, this is different.

The nurse with us, she has raccoon like eyeliner and wild pink hair with matching pink scrubs, clears her throat with a smile.

“It’s a bit unusual for Alphas to be here at our clinic! I’m Mina and I’ve been assigned to Mr. Midoriya’s recovery program.”

Kirishima holds the door for her, my eyes have been mostly locked on a certain ashen freckled face still deeply unconscious, but now I notice this lil shit is blushing at Mina with a wobbly grin.

Rolling my eyes, I follow them into a room that has a whiff of chemical sterilization. It is a bit more different than a typical hospital room. The hospital beds are circular, there are more of the thin white hospital blankets available as well as the paper covered pillows.

There is a window currently draped with a pale blue curtain. Dawn glows behind it menacingly, we have stayed up all night. I get a call as more nurses arrive to get Deku settled in,

“Bakugou, this is Momo.”

I yawn and grouse,

“Yeah?”

“The omegas LOV kidnapped weren’t being given drugs,word just came in from the other hospital. Drug screens were clear.” Her voice loses a but of its boring polite calmness,it’s wary.

“They had needle marks allover their arms,what the hell could it be if-!”

I pause.

Not again.

My voice goes low, my fangs pricking at my bottom lip.

“Experiments. This. This is connected to That case, isn’t it?”

Momo is quiet for a bit. Her tone is balanced again and focused,

“Allmight thinks your unprecedented reaction to this omega is a clue, he wants you to investigate Midoriya. If you have no objections to this, he will want a detailed case report from you.”

“Fuck.” The hand at my side crunches into a painful and angry fist.

“Tell Allmight I’m on it,gonna catch the bastard behind these coordinated omega snatchings. I knew this was too organized and those gross Alpha wackjobs are hiding shit from us. Gonna stick by this omega for now, I’ll update you.”

“Any accommodations you need will be covered-“

I hang up on her and take a moment to scrunch my eyes and try not to punch something. My other survivor, the kid Eri, she was experimented on. This could be connected.

My legs start to take me closer to Deku,

the nurses are about done wiring him to IV fluids and a heart rate monitor. I take a deep inhale of breath, a sense of odd calm floods my body. A nurse taps my shoulder,

“Sir, your scent patches need to be changed.”

Kirishima stops introducing himself to Mina to interrupt,

“Ah, this guy is a dominant with really loud pheromones. See how he’s wearing two for each side? Trust me, this is Not a patch leak.”

I growl at Kirishima,

“You don’t need to explain shit for me, can talk myself.”

The startled nurse almost replies but the heart monitor -

starts to beep fast and we all dart our attention to Deku.

His arms are casted, his whole body seems mummified under a shit load of white gauze tape and bandages. My eyes find those wide dark green eyes looking up at me again.

His fragile voice reaches me, finally.

“Alpha.”

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