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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.
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,
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 -
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.
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.
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-
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.
Knowing I’ve got cover, I grit my jaw as I prepare for a possible-
It’s a cage. With someone in it.
The omegas on our work force couldn’t even enter the building without gas masks.
“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.
they’re dark green.
Alpha bonding marks. All over him. On his arms,his neck,on all his scent glands.
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?
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 -
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.
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.
Rage, rage and sadness.
Was this human instinct or Alpha instinct? It doesn’t matter.
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-
It’s this anxiety so crippling that I feel I’ll snap if this omega is taken from my arms.
“Hey, you with me?”
My breaths have slowed down, tunnel vision opening.
“Dude, I’ve never seen you like that. Kinda thought you were omega proof.”
“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.
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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Dr. Mineyama is a tall blonde ER doctor in purple scrubs, she shakes her head sadly as she explains her analysis on our survivor.
Our skin and bones police captain, Allmight, is a legend in the police department. He was reported my -
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.
Kirishima nods,
Kirishima informs us after licking his lips nervously,
Poor fucker. His name practically means useless, he is scentless, and he had to survive that horror story?
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?
Does he make Alphas go crazy or something? Then again, Kirishima seems unaffected.
After briefly being outside,
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.
“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.”
“Bakugou, this is Momo.”
I yawn and grouse,
“Yeah?”
“They had needle marks allover their arms,what the hell could it be if-!”
I pause.
Not again.
“Experiments. This. This is connected to That case, isn’t it?”
Momo is quiet for a bit. Her tone is balanced again and focused,
“Fuck.” The hand at my side crunches into a painful and angry fist.
“Any accommodations you need will be covered-“
My legs start to take me closer to Deku,
“Sir, your scent patches need to be changed.”
Kirishima stops introducing himself to Mina to interrupt,
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 -
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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