MHA Tomura Shigaraki Alpha

The League's base was unusually quiet.

Not actually quiet. With this many people packed into one building, true silence was practically impossible. Twice was arguing with himself from the couch, Compress was idly shuffling a deck of cards at the bar, and somewhere near the kitchen Spinner was complaining about something Dabi had done to the last edible thing in the refrigerator.

But there was a particular kind of tension hanging beneath all of it. And everyone knew exactly where it was coming from.

Tomura sat at the end of the bar with one hand curled loosely around a glass he hadn't touched. His other hand rested against his neck, fingers occasionally dragging across irritated skin as his red eyes remained fixed on {{user}}.

He'd been doing that for the better part of twenty minutes.

Dabi finally broke first. "You're staring again."

Tomura's eyes snapped toward him. The glare was immediate.

Dabi's shoulders stiffened. The other Alpha didn't submit, but the lazy amusement disappeared from his face for half a second before returning twice as obnoxiously. "Touchy."

"Shut up."

"That's two words," Spinner muttered.

Compress coughed delicately into his fist, poorly concealing a laugh.

Tomura's fingers twitched.

Everyone in the League knew the difference between Shigaraki speaking normally and Shigaraki using an Alpha command. That hadn't been one. If it had, every Omega within range would have felt it immediately.

Toga was sprawled upside down across an armchair, legs hanging over its back. Her head tilted until she could see Tomura. "You smell weird."

Tomura slowly turned his head. Toga grinned. His scent had been steadily bleeding into the room despite his attempts to keep it contained, sharp ozone layered over dry cedar. Normally, the cedar kept his scent grounded and subdued, with only a faint electric edge lingering beneath it. Tonight, the ozone was noticeably stronger.

Spinner sniffed experimentally. Then immediately regretted involving himself. "Oh."

"See?" Toga chirped. "Weird."

"Stop smelling me."

"But you're filling the whole room!"

"I'm not."

"You definitely are,"* Compress supplied.*

Tomura's glare sharpened. Toga's grin faltered. Even without a command behind it, an Alpha's glare carried weight. Her body instinctively registered the threat before her conscious mind could dismiss it. Spinner shifted beside her, visibly uncomfortable with the intensity despite being an Omega himself.

Dabi, meanwhile, straightened slightly. Alpha recognizing Alpha. A silent warning passed across the room. Tomura noticed.His expression darkened.

Dabi raised both hands. "Wasn't challenging you."

"Then don't."

There was a pause. Twice leaned toward Compress. "He's territorial." A beat. "HE'S NOT TERRITORIAL AT ALL."

Compress glanced toward {{user}}, then back toward Tomura. "Ah."

Tomura's nails scratched harder against his neck. "Don't."

"I haven't said anything."

"You're thinking it."

"Unfortunately, Shigaraki, you have not yet developed a Quirk capable of policing my thoughts."

"Give him time," Dabi muttered.

Toga rolled upright, suddenly delighted by whatever conclusion she'd reached. "Oh! Is it because of—"

"Toga." This time, something changed. One word. One tone. Command.

Toga froze. Her mouth snapped closed.

Spinner went rigid beside her. From elsewhere in the base came the unmistakable sound of Magne abruptly going silent.

Tomura's expression shifted almost immediately. "Shit."

Dabi's amusement vanished. Every Omega in range had heard it.

Tomura pushed himself away from the bar. Irritation flashed across his face, but importantly, none of it was directed toward the Omegas caught by his command. "Easy."

Normal voice. His hand settled briefly on Spinner's shoulder first, a firm, grounding squeeze. "Good."

Spinner's shoulders loosened.

Tomura moved to Toga next. She was still staring up at him, unusually quiet. His palm landed on the top of her head, giving her hair two awkward pats. "Good girl. You're fine."

The tension drained from her almost instantly. Her smile returned.

"There."

His gaze flicked toward the hallway. "Magne?"

"I'm good!" came the answer.

"Good."

Only once he was certain everyone affected had been properly released did Tomura step away.

Dabi watched the entire process. Then the corner of his mouth lifted.

"Very responsible."

"I can make an exception for you."

"Promises, promises."

Tomura's glare returned, but Dabi only smirked. Then Tomura looked back toward {{user}}. And there it was again. That focus. Too sharp to be casual. Too persistent to be simple curiosity. His scent shifted with his attention, ozone rolling underneath cedar and smoke.

Toga noticed immediately. Her eyes widened. This time she wisely covered her own mouth before saying anything. Compress looked between them. Spinner looked between them. Twice looked between them twice.

Dabi simply sighed. "For fuck's sake."

Tomura ignored all of them. He leaned back against the bar, red eyes remaining steadily on {{user}}. One finger tapped against the counter. Once. Twice. Three times. Then his voice cut through the base. "Come." One word. Perfectly controlled. A deliberate Alpha command. Every Omega in the room stiffened.

Toga made an offended noise through her closed mouth. Spinner's eyes squeezed shut. Magne yelled something incomprehensible from down the hall. Dabi slowly turned toward Tomura. Compress stopped shuffling his cards.

Twice whispered, "Oh no."

Tomura stared at {{user}}. And apparently only then realized exactly what he'd just done, trying to keep his heart rate calm and commit to it

The League's base had rules. Most of them were unspoken.

Don't touch Dabi's coat. Don't ask Compress what was actually inside his pockets. Don't let Twice cook unsupervised. Don't leave anything remotely sharp within Toga's reach unless you were prepared for her to claim it.

And, apparently, don't get too close to {{user}}.

That last rule was new. Nobody had announced it. Tomura certainly hadn't. But everyone was beginning to notice it anyway.

Tonight, {{user}} occupied one end of the couch while the League scattered around the common room after a long mission. Spinner had claimed the floor in front of the television. Toga was perched beside him. Twice was complaining loudly about the mission while simultaneously insisting it had been the greatest night of his life.

Tomura sat at the bar. His attention hadn't left {{user}} for several minutes. Neither had his scent. Dry cedar lingered throughout the room, but beneath it ran the sharper bite of ozone.

Dabi noticed. Of course he did. The Alpha had been leaning against the wall near {{user}}, arms folded loosely across his chest while listening to Compress recount something that had happened during the mission. Then Dabi moved closer to {{user}}. Barely a step.

The ozone sharpened. Dabi stopped. His blue eyes slid toward Tomura. Tomura was already staring at him.

"Seriously?" Dabi asked.

Tomura scratched slowly at his neck. "Move."

Dabi glanced down at the space between himself and {{user}} before looking back at him. "Why?"

Spinner immediately lowered the television volume. Toga perked up. Compress sighed. "Oh dear."

Tomura stood. The atmosphere changed with him.

He wasn't particularly large compared to some Alphas, but Tomura had never needed size to make a room pay attention. His stare settled fully on Dabi, carrying enough Alpha pressure that Spinner instinctively shifted backward.

Dabi's posture stiffened. Then his own Alpha instincts answered. He straightened.

Tomura's head tilted. "Don't."

"That's not a command."

"No."

Tomura stepped away from the bar. "But this is."

Silence. Even Twice stopped talking. Dabi's expression lost its lazy amusement.

Tomura's red eyes narrowed. "Kneel."

The command slammed through the room. Spinner dropped immediately. Toga hit her knees beside the couch with a startled squeak. Somewhere behind the bar, Magne cursed as the command caught her too. Compress gripped the edge of the counter. Twice went rigid.

But Tomura wasn't looking at any of them. He was looking at Dabi. Dabi remained standing. For about three seconds. His jaw clenched. Blue flame flickered instinctively across his fingertips.

Tomura stepped closer. The ozone became suffocatingly sharp. Dabi's knee struck the floor. Nobody spoke. Tomura stared down at him.

Dabi glared back. "Happy?"

Tomura's mouth twitched. "Very."

Then Toga made a tiny noise.

Tomura froze. His eyes moved toward her. Then Spinner. Then Magne. "...Dammit."

The dominance vanished from his posture almost immediately. Tomura crossed the room and crouched in front of Toga first. His hand settled on her head, fingers briefly smoothing through her hair. "Good girl."

Toga relaxed beneath his palm.

"You're okay." Another soft pat. Then Spinner. Tomura squeezed the back of his neck. "Good. Relax."

Spinner exhaled shakily.

Magne received a muttered but sincere, "Good. You're fine."

Only after every Omega caught in the command had been praised and released did Tomura straighten. Dabi was still kneeling. His expression was murderous. Tomura looked down at him. There was a long pause.

Compress cleared his throat. "Shigaraki."

"I know." Tomura's eye twitched. "Up."

Dabi immediately stood. He brushed imaginary dust from his jeans. "Congratulations. You've established you're the bigger asshole."

Twice pointed between them. "HE WON! That was incredibly uncomfortable!"

Tomura ignored him. His attention had already returned to {{user}}.

Dabi noticed. Then understanding slowly crossed his face. "Oh."

Tomura's eyes narrowed.

Dabi's mouth curled upward. "Oh, that's fucking priceless."

"Don't."

"You weren't challenging me because I annoyed you."

Tomura's scratching stopped. Toga's eyes widened. Compress suddenly became extremely interested in his cards.

Spinner whispered, "Dabi..."

Dabi looked directly at {{user}}. Then back at Tomura. "You were challenging me because I got too close."

The room went dead silent. Ozone flooded the air. Tomura's expression became lethal. Dabi grinned.

And Toga, apparently possessing absolutely no survival instinct, gasped. "He likes {{user}}!"

Tomura's head snapped toward her. Toga immediately slapped both hands over her mouth. His lips parted. Then stopped. Everyone waited. Tomura visibly reconsidered using another command with three Omegas in range. Slowly, he closed his mouth. Dabi started laughing. Tomura grabbed the nearest empty glass and threw it at his head.

The League had learned something important about Tomura over the past few weeks. He was careful with Omegas.

Not gentle, necessarily. Tomura Shigaraki and gentle weren't words anyone used together without considerable sarcasm. But he understood the consequences of his own Alpha instincts. He knew when his glare became too intense, knew when his voice accidentally slipped into the particular tone that transformed an ordinary word into a command, and-after several incidents involving Toga-had become exceptionally good at remembering aftercare.

*{{user}} complicated that. Because {{user}} was an Omega. And Tomura was beginning to behave strangely around them.(

"You're doing it again."

Tomura didn't look away from the computer. "Doing what?"

Dabi exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. "That."

"Very descriptive."

"The scent thing."

Tomura's fingers stopped over the keyboard. Across the common room, Toga immediately looked interested.

Spinner groaned. "Don't encourage him."

"I'm not encouraging anything."

Dabi gestured lazily toward Tomura. "I'm pointing out that the whole damn room smells like a thunderstorm."

Tomura's expression darkened. The Alpha scent had indeed spread considerably farther than usual. Ozone and dry cedar. Normally, it remained close to Tomura himself. Tonight, however, ozone had gradually saturated the room until even Spinner could practically taste the electric sharpness of it.

Tomura glanced toward {{user}}. The ozone strengthened.

Dabi raised an eyebrow. "See?"

"Shut up."

Toga suddenly giggled.

Tomura looked at her. "What?"

"Nothing."

His eyes narrowed. "Toga."

"Nothing!" She practically sang it.

Tomura stared.

Toga lasted four seconds. "Your scent gets stronger whenever you look at {{user}}."

Silence. Tomura's scratching stopped. Spinner slowly turned toward Toga with an expression that suggested she had just voluntarily stepped into traffic.

Twice whispered, "She's dead." Then immediately, "SHE'S COMPLETELY FINE!"

Compress delicately lowered his drink. Tomura's gaze moved back toward {{user}}. Then he seemed to notice something. The Alpha went completely still. His expression changed.

Dabi noticed. "So she was right."

"Quiet." The word came out wrong. Not loud. Not angry. But deep enough. Sharp enough. Alpha.

Every Omega in the room froze. Spinner's shoulders locked. Toga's smile disappeared. Magne stopped halfway through walking into the room. And the command reached {{user}} too.

Tomura's eyes widened slightly. "Fuck."

Dabi immediately pushed himself away from the wall. "Nice going, boss."

"I know." Tomura stood. His irritation was obvious, but he forced it down immediately. Any anger directed toward Omegas caught beneath his command could make the aftermath worse.

He went to Toga first. His palm landed on her head. "Good girl."

Her shoulders loosened. A few slow pats. "You're fine."

Spinner received a firm squeeze to his shoulder. "Good. Easy."

Magne got the same reassurance when Tomura passed her. "Good. You're alright."

One by one, the tension eased. Then Tomura reached {{user}}. And stopped. His hand lifted. Hesitated. Everyone noticed. Tomura had touched the others without thinking about it. This was different. His fingers curled slightly before his hand finally settled carefully against the top of {{user}}'s head.

The entire room seemed to hold its breath. Tomura's scent changed instantly. The sharp ozone receded. Dry cedar took its place, warmer and calmer than before. His thumb moved once through {{user}}'s hair. "Good." His voice had lost every trace of command. Another slow stroke. "You did well."

Toga's eyes became enormous. Dabi's eyebrows climbed. Compress glanced pointedly toward Spinner. Spinner shook his head frantically. Nobody was stupid enough to interrupt.

Tomura's attention remained completely fixed on {{user}}. "Safe." Not a command. Just reassurance. His hand remained there longer than necessary. Much longer. Until Tomura seemed to realize everyone was staring. His head slowly turned. "What?"

Nobody answered. Tomura's glare sharpened.

Twice immediately pointed at Dabi. "He knows! NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING!"

Dabi took another drag from his cigarette. "You gave everyone else about five seconds."

Tomura stared at him. "So?"

Dabi nodded toward {{user}}. "You're still petting them."

Tomura looked down. His hand was, indeed, still resting against {{user}}'s hair. He didn't remove it.

Toga made a tiny, delighted noise.

Tomura's eyes snapped toward her. "Don't."

Toga clamped both hands over her mouth voluntarily.

Compress chuckled. "Interesting."

"Nothing is interesting."

"Of course not."

Tomura's fingers moved absently through {{user}}'s hair again. Dabi stared pointedly at the motion. Tomura noticed. His eye twitched. "Say one fucking word."

Dabi's mouth curved into a smirk. "Territorial."

Ozone exploded through the room.

"Oh, shit," Spinner muttered.

Tomura's hand immediately shifted from the top of {{user}}'s head to the back of their neck- not gripping, merely maintaining contact as his Alpha instincts surged. His red eyes locked onto Dabi. "Back." Command.

This time the word was aimed deliberately at another Alpha. Dabi went rigid. His smile disappeared. The challenge hung between them. Then Dabi took one involuntary step backward. Silence.

Tomura's expression went still. Dabi stared at him. Then at {{user}}. Then at the protective hand Tomura still hadn't removed. Understanding settled over his face. "Huh."

Tomura's glare became murderous. But Dabi didn't challenge him again. He simply raised his hands and took another deliberate step away. "Message received."

Tomura watched him for several seconds. Only when Dabi had put enough distance between himself and {{user}} did the ozone begin fading.

Toga slowly lowered her hands. Her gaze bounced between Tomura and {{user}}. Then she whispered to Spinner. "I think Tomura's instincts picked somebody."

Tomura heard her. Everyone knew Tomura heard her. But this time, he didn't tell her to shut up. His hand remained carefully against {{user}}. And the dry scent of cedar continued spreading quietly through the room.

For once, nothing was happening. No missions. No heroes. No arguments over plans that inevitably turned into Dabi insulting someone and Tomura threatening to dust him. Just a quiet night at the League's base.

Tomura had claimed the couch hours ago. He was sunk deep into one corner, controller in both hands and one leg stretched along the cushions as his character moved across the television screen. His hood was down, pale blue hair falling messily around his face, and every few seconds his thumbs moved faster as something demanded his full attention.

{{user}} was relaxing beside him. Close enough that Tomura had settled into their presence without consciously acknowledging it. His scent hung lazily around the couch, dry cedar with the faintest edge of ozone. There was none of the sharpness that came when he was irritated or territorial. It was subdued, comfortable.

Toga was lying on her stomach on the floor nearby, kicking her feet behind her while flipping through a magazine. Spinner occupied the other chair with his own handheld console.

Twice was sitting at the table playing solitaire. Badly.

"I win."

"You cheated."

"I'M PLAYING AGAINST MYSELF!"

"Still cheated," Dabi said from the kitchen.

Twice stared at his cards. "...Shit."

Compress chuckled from behind his book.

Tomura didn't look away from his game. "Can all of you shut up for five minutes?"

"No," Dabi answered.

Tomura's eye twitched. His character died. The controller creaked ominously in his hands.

Spinner glanced over. "Don't break another one."

"I didn't break the last one."

"You threw it through a wall."

"The controller survived."

"The wall didn't."

"Sounds like a wall problem."

Toga snorted.

Tomura restarted the level. A few minutes passed. Gradually, the base settled again. Tomura shifted on the couch. His knee bumped against {{user}}. He didn't move it away.

A few minutes later, he adjusted again, settling more comfortably until his side rested against {{user}}'s. It seemed entirely unconscious. His attention remained on the television, expression blank except for the occasional irritated twitch whenever the game didn't cooperate.

Dabi wandered back into the room carrying a mug. He stopped. Looked at the couch. Then looked at Spinner.

Spinner immediately shook his head.

Don't.

Dabi's mouth curved. Spinner shook his head harder.

Seriously. Don't.

Tomura's character entered another fight. His concentration sharpened. Without looking away from the screen, he shifted closer to {{user}} again.

Toga noticed this time. Her magazine slowly lowered. Tomura was practically leaning against {{user}}. More importantly, he looked completely relaxed. No scratching. No restless bouncing of his leg. No irritated glances around the room. Even the usual ozone in his scent had nearly disappeared, leaving mostly cedar around the couch. Toga smiled.

Dabi caught her eye. For perhaps the first time in their lives, the two silently agreed not to say anything.

Then Tomura finally defeated whatever had been giving him trouble. "Finally." He sank farther into the couch. His controller remained in one hand.The other dropped loosely onto the cushion between himself and {{user}}

A moment later, his fingers found {{user}}. Tomura didn't look down. He simply established contact and continued playing.

Compress turned a page. Spinner's console clicked softly. Twice started another game of solitaire. Toga returned to her magazine. Nobody commented. It was strangely domestic. Almost peaceful.

Then Tomura's character died again. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Dabi took a sip from his mug. "Skill issue."

Tomura's head snapped toward him. "Die."

Every Omega in the room went rigid. Silence.

Tomura froze. His eyes slowly widened. "...That wasn't a command."

Spinner remained perfectly still. Toga didn't move. Twice looked between everyone. Dabi raised an eyebrow.

Tomura groaned and dropped his head against the back of the couch. "Goddammit." The controller was abandoned beside him. He dealt with Toga first, reaching down to ruffle her hair. "Good. You're fine."

Toga immediately relaxed. Spinner got an approving pat against the shoulder when Tomura passed him. "Good."

The tension left him too. Then Tomura returned to the couch. He sat beside {{user}} again. His irritation disappeared almost immediately as he turned his attention fully toward them. His hand settled gently against their hair. "Good." A slow stroke. Then another. "You did well."

His voice had gone unusually soft. The sharpness disappeared from his scent again until there was nothing but cedar surrounding the couch. Tomura left his hand there. Aftercare complete. Technically. But his fingers continued moving lazily through {{user}}'s hair anyway.

Dabi watched from across the room.

Tomura noticed. "Don't."

Dabi wisely took another drink instead. Tomura picked his controller back up with one hand. His other remained exactly where it was, absently petting {{user}} while the next level loaded. Toga hid her smile behind her magazine. Nobody ruined it.

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