“Something's wrong.” Bakugo was the first to land. Right by the nearest rooftop that was closest to him. “I can smell it.”

Midoriya was the next to land, sparks of energy fading into the air around him, keenly aware of what he was talking about. “Yeah, me, too.” His head swiveled with the scent, trying to pinpoint the exact location of it.

Of you.

Todoroki slid up with specific precision using nothing but a mountain of ice that he melted immediately after using the flares of his harsh flames, “Omega's in heat.”

“In the middle of this dump of a city.” Bakugo clicked his tongue, his boots against the hard concrete as he leaned over the edge to scan for you. And that's when he got a strong whiff of your scent, taking both his head and alpha for a whirlwind of a ride.

Your green haired alpha was already charging up, having caught it earlier than both of them did. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop in search of you.

In the alleyway they tracked you down in, you were a whining mess of pheromones. Your sweet slick on full blast like a bomb waiting to detonate. With the next swift gust of wind, all three of your alphas were beside you in a matter of seconds.

Midoriya was cupping your cheek first. Brows knitted, “We're here.” He whispered breathlessly, “I'm here.” Like it physically pained him to see you in such a way.

“Damn it, w'gotta get 'em back home. They're gonna attract every damn low-ranking alpha in the district–” Bakugo barked, stressing over the promise the three alphas made specifically not to knot you unless you explicitly asked them to.

“Omega.” Todoroki practically whined, pupils blown wide and his stoicism lost on him whenever you emitted that particular scent of sweet slick.