Back Off, He's Mine - Lazlo (hinagikuhaven) - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia (2024)

Chapter 1: Kirishima vs Kaminari vs Satou: Muscle King

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“You’ve bulked up quite a lot, Eiji-kun” Izuku comments.

Eijirou is currently seated on a gym bench, getting ready to begin his barbell curl reps. He blushes at the sudden verbal onslaught of a compliment and stutters out, “Y-You think so Izu? Um yeah I’ve been going to the gym a lot lately.”

The omega steps closer and his hands land on the beta’s bicep, feeling up and admiring the mount.

“Un it really is impressive!” Izuku affirms while beaming a devastating smile at the beta that would literally bring him down to his knees if he was standing.

His beta is preening deep inside, pleased at being complimented by his omega, “Thank you,” he says shyly, unconsciously contracting his bicep to pronounce the hefty bulge even more under Izuku's admiring hands, “I wasn’t sure whether the shape turns up nicely or not..” At this point, he knows he’s just blatantly fishing for compliments.

But the omega is far from stingy when it comes to verbal flattery, “Your biceps look really nice Eiji-kun. As all the rest of your body, believe me I won’t lie to you!”

Denki suddenly pops out, “What do you think of mine Izu?” He asks eagerly, showing off the overall muscular shape of his arms.

Izuku turns towards him and beams, radiating flowers, “Yes yours also look really pretty and strong. You must have worked hard Denki-kun!”

If Denki has a tail, it will be waging vigorously at hearing the omega’s words. A direct praise from a pack prime omega feels like downing a shot of pure dopamine, lighting up his brain with pure joy.

“Hmph if you’re talking about muscles then obviously mine trumps over the both of you,” a voice suddenly says.

Rikidou, the burliest beta in their pack, is strutting towards them with a sh*t-eating grin while flexing his muscles to their full striking capacity. He cuts an imposing shadow falling over them that causes both betas to gulp but still shoot determined glares at him.

“You can’t just get fixated on your upper body muscles you know? Compared to your top half, your legs look way underdeveloped!” Denki snickers in what seems like harmless teasing if not for the glint in his eyes, “Lunges and squats are important!”

Eijirou nods sagely, “You can say excessive muscles are not always easy on the eyes, being too overly-burly can negatively bring down the aesthetics of one’s physique, right Izu?” He adds, sitting straighter to fully display his own toned frame.

“Heh you wanna talk about aesthetics?” Rikidou says with a co*cksure smirk. He then executes some sort of flexing combos to fully display the art form that is his exquisite muscles.

The two betas respond readily in kind with their own flexing rituals.

Izuku is left blinking in confusion at this weird turn of event.

The impromptu muscle contest doesn’t stop there.

At one point, the three betas all decide to strip their sweaty gym tops off to the bewilderment of the omega.

“See these deltoids?” Rikidou proudly presents, referring to his boulder shoulders, “The mountains any advanced climber will choose to scale for the ultimate challenge!”

Eijirou turns around to showcase his naked back to Izuku, “All those barbell rows and lat pulldowns pay off nicely don’t you think?” He says, flexing his arms up to accentuate the shape of his brawny V-taper back.

“Look at these glorious glutes!” Denki pops his butt up near Izuku’s face, showing off his round buttocks clad against tight gym shorts, “So juicy yet I bet you can bounce a nickel off of it!”

“My abs are the coolest right Izu?”

“See how hot this pose makes my muscles look?”

“Come on, try touching these bad boys Izu!”

“So who do you think has the best body?”

“Uuh..” Izuku begins, suddenly sweating. The sight of those muscles soaked with gleaming sweat practically shoved at his face is blinding him. Intensifying scent of beta musk is invading his nostrils up into his brain and slows all thought processes down to murky haze.

A gym staff is staring at the unfolding event from the other corner of the gym, “What are they doing?”

Her colleague directs his eyes to the scene and replies in a bored tone, “Seems like a bunch of teenagers flexing to try impressing an omega.” But still, the gym has rules and it unfortunately falls within his job description to uphold it.

They see a brawny alpha in gym staff uniform trudging towards them, “Hey hey no sexual harassment allowed in the gym,” he says gruffly.

All four of them regard him with wide eyes.

“It’s not sexual harassment! He’s our omega!” Eijirou says, looking offended at the accusation.

The alpha scoffs, “Yeah says all hot-blooded teenagers. Sexual harassment can happen even between packmates, don’t you ever attend your designation study classes or read the news?”

Eijirou blanches, waving his hands furiously, “No sir, we mean no such thing!”

“It’s all harmless I promise. We won’t ever hurt our omega!” Rikidou adds.

“Yeah Izu is okay with this, we’re just showing off a bit! Right Izu?” Denki says turning to the omega.

Only that Izuku isn’t there anymore. A fluff of green is seen disappearing around a corner.

“See you made Izu uncomfortable!” Denki points a finger accusingly at the burly alpha.

“Says who?? The guy who is shamelessly flaunting his naked torso??” Rikidou shoots back gesturing wildly at said naked torso.

“Bro, isn’t that also you??” Denki screeches back.

“Okay quiet down, no excessive noise in the gym!”

Eijirou, Denki and Rikidou leave the gym after a quick shower, almost dejectedly dragging their feet with the aura blanketing them reminiscent of a kicked puppy.

“I just wanted to impress him.” Eijirou mopes with the saddest expression.

“Yeah”, Rikidou says, “I wonder what he thought just now when we were showing off our muscles?”

“Do you think he hates our muscles?” Denki says, lower lip wobbling.

Even when they don’t try to find Izuku and confront him with that pressing question, it’s the omega that meekly approaches them, seemingly relieved at finding them fully-clothed again. Izuku also in no time figures out the reason for the cloud of gloom hanging above their heads.

He is quick to assure the forlorn betas that he is definitely not repulsed at the sight of their naked bodies or muscles. Quite the opposite of it. He was just embarrassed at seeing them displaying to him in a public space.

So that’s how their other packmates find them in the common room. Greeted by the sight of their omega perched on a shirtless Eijirou’s lap facing him, hands travelling all over his naked torso and back in open admiration. Denki and Rikidou are also with them, also shirtless, sitting close to Izuku to give him easy access to cop a feel.

Izuku seems to be in absolute bliss being able to freely grope all the creamy-slightly-tanned naked skin.

“It’s really a nice feeling~” Izuku chirps happily, rubbing his cheek against Eijirou’s chiselled pecs. His hand is fondling and stroking Denki’s glorious glutes, appreciating the feel of the nice firm globes. He loves tracing the bulging veins of forearms, caressing sculptured chests. At another instance, he is hugging Rikidou and petting his beefy shoulders and latissimus dorsi at the same time.

His favourite must be when he is sandwiched between all three of them, being smothered by the pressure and feel of all those beta masculinity. It’s quite heavenly to say the least, his omega purring in pure contentment.

“Smells so good too~” He hums happily, face nuzzling into a ripped thigh as his hands busy themselves on groping any available hard warm surfaces.

“Uuh.. should I be concerned?” Ochako asks, raising an eyebrow at the borderline erotic display playing out right here in their common room. What is this, the beginning scene of a foursome p*rno?

“O-Ochako-chan!” Izuku squeaks out, looking embarrassed. He automatically peels his face off Rikidou’s thigh but that just causes his back to press into Denki’s half-naked front. The blond accepts the omega gladly and winds his arms tight around him, burying his nose into his scent gland with a blissful purr.

“No no ah.. this is..!” Izuku panics, it must be that it finally clicks to him what the transpiring scene must have looked like from outsiders’ point-of-view, as he tries to babble an explanation, “this.. um.. that is.. uh I was.. uh. Massage! Yeah their muscles are sore from their gym sessions so I’m giving them a massage!”

“With that half-hearted noodle strength? It’s more like you’re just trying to rub off their dead skins,” Kyouka says deadpanned.

“Or groping them,” Tsuyu summarises succinctly.

“Hey Izu, ignore them, feel me up some more~” Eijirou whines, taking purchase of Izuku’s hand and rubbing the omega’s palm over his abs, trying to urge him to continue.

Izuku blushes deep red, that is like a sledgehammer against his pathetic attempt of explaining all of this away!

Soon more packmates pour in, and Izuku is just about ready to bury himself into the ground. Despite the audience, the betas still valiantly sport thick skins and are steadfast in holding the omega captive between their muscly half-nakedness and Denki even suggests “to continue this in his bedroom” which doesn’t help at all.

His knight-in-shining-armor comes in the form of Tenya shouting and karate-chopping air to “break it off it’s late already, return back to YOUR OWN bedrooms!”

Whining but unwilling to go against their lead alpha, the three betas finally release the omega and they, as well as all the rest of them, are marched like disobedient sheep by the shepherd dog that is Tenya back to their own pens.

Chapter 2: Ojiro vs Tokoyami: Coffee Date

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There’s a new cafe in Tokyo that is all the buzz lately. Everybody wants to go to Alleria, the quaint little cafe nestled in the busiest bustle of Tokyo famous for its selection of scrumptious brunch menu and best tasting coffee.

Fumikage approaches Izuku at his desk during lunch break at the rare chance he is not surrounded by the others, “Izuku.”

“Yea Fumikage-kun?” The omega looks up from being engrossed in writing in his notebook.

“Do you know cafe Alleria?”

Recognition lights up on Izuku's face. “Oh Alleria, the one in Shinjuku? Yes I heard that that cafe serves the nicest coffee, it has a really high review on Yomato too.”

Fumikage nods, “Would you like to go with me there on Friday after school?”

Izuku smiles, turning his body completely to face the alpha, “Of course I’d love to go with you there! It’s such a coincidence that yesterday Mashirao also asked me the same thing.”

“Mashirao?” A frown forms on his feathery forehead.

Like on cue, Mashirao pops out as if summoned, “You called? What are you guys talking about?”

“Fumikage-kun is asking me to go with him to Alleria too.” Izuku cheerfully says, oblivious to the showdown that is about to occur that he unknowingly sets off.

“Oh that so?” Mashirao narrows his eyes, “Izuku has promised that he will go with me to Alleria first.”

“I have a discount voucher for Alleria.” Fumikage parries back calmly, with a barely-there bite laced in his voice.

“You can give it to us?” The blonde alpha’s tail is swishing in challenge.

Fumikage levels him with a withering glare.

“We can all go together?” Izuku suggests, it seems like such an easy solution to their current argument.

“No.” Both of them say.

Further altercation is cut off by the timely bell signaling the end of lunch recess.

Oh but it doesn’t stop there. Oh no no of course not, there is no stopping the avalanche that is two alphas fighting over an omega. It had once destroyed a country from the inside, completely obliterating it to ashes and as a mere mark in history.

On the way back to their dorm building, Mashirao nudges himself into Izuku’s current circle of company and herds him away stealthily to whisper into his ears, “I’ll pay for the both of us. You can absolutely order anything you want Izu.”

“That goes without saying.” Fumikage appears at Izuku’s other side like a ghost, his sharp gaze bearing down on the omega, “Plus afterwards, we can also visit a hero merchandise shop or a bookstore or any shop you want, and I’ll pay for whatever you wish to purchase.”

Mashirao and Fumikage glare at each other, lightning pierces out of their eyes and connects their gazes with angry sparks.

“Guys like I said the three of us can just go together?” Izuku pipes in nervously, the air between the two alphas is positively blistering, “Also, I’ll pay for myself?”

“No.” Both of them say.

Izuku sighs, then in a moment of brilliance decides to peck both alphas firmly on their snarling mouths to surprise-shut them up. Miraculously it works as they stare wide-eyed at the omega, the beginning of a blush creeping up their cheeks. Snatching the chance, Izuku ropes them smoothly into a different safer-territory conversation topic and the two docilely go along with it all the while staring adoringly at the omega.

Phew, crisis averted.

They are so stubborn about this for a reason that Izuku can’t wrap his head around. Why can’t they all just go together? Extra company is always nice right?

It all comes to a head over an innocent comment Izuku makes that night while watching a rerun of a Disney princess movie with the pack.

The classic tale of Cinderella. It’s currently showing the scene when Fairy Godmother transforms a pumpkin into the iconic Pumpkin Couch with a shimmering swipe of her magic wand and a magical song. Then Cinderella, donned in her glittery elegant dress, steps into the princess carriage.

“If that pumpkin carriage is a dinosaur, like a cool-looking Allosaurus, won’t that be more romantic?” Izuku comments in a bout of randomness.

He has been binge-watching NatGeo documentaries about dinosaurs the other day. The sight of those majestic creatures, even only a product of computer graphics, is so awe-inducing that he even dreamed about meeting the primeval giants and playing with them.

“Cinderella on a dinosaur?? You’re so silly Izu!” Tooru burst out in laughter.

“Hey! She’ll be the coolest princess that turns up to the ball that night!” Izuku defends with a laugh.

“But there’s the matter of practicality,” Shouto says with a monotonous tone, “From its fossil findings, Allosaurus was estimated to be able to grow up to 12 metres long and 5 metres tall. The sheer difference in size means it won’t be a princess riding a magnificent-looking dinosaur, but a dinosaur carrying a tiny barely-visible princess. Therefore, the highlight of the party would fall on the dinosaur instead, defeating the whole purpose of showing off by riding an upgraded mount in the first place.”

They are all blinking dumbfoundedly at the normally frugal-with-words alpha.

“Sho-bro! How the heck do you know about the supposed size of an ‘Allosorwuss’??” Denki asks in disbelief.

“I watched the documentary with Izuku.”

“I wanna watch with Izu too~” Mina whines.

“Ha! You won’t even last half an hour!” Hanta teases poking the pink-skinned beta on her forehead.

“Plus dinosaurs are extinct. I doubt Cinderella could find one let alone tame one. Oh but perhaps Fairy Godmother has the power to magic the mouse into a dinosaur?” Shouto adds, his finger propped on his chin in a thinking gesture.

Momo shakes her head fondly, “Shouto, only you would take Izuku’s silly comment seriously.”

Only that he isn’t the only one to take that comment seriously.

Fast forward to Friday after school, Izuku is waiting at the entrance of U.A. for Fumikage and Mashirao. He is wearing a long-sleeved gray shirt over a white tee and a pair of black chinos, spruced up modestly for their coffee date. He hopes both alphas have resolved their unreasonable aversion to the idea of going together.

Oh does he hope hopelessly.

“Izuku.” Fumikage’s voice calls him out.

Izuku looks up from his phone screen to cheerfully greet the alpha back before his throat goes dry and the words die in his tongue.

Because what he sees is darkness. With piercing yellow eyes. A peculiar shape of hunched back, thick swishing tail and elongated reptilian muzzle edged with massive serrated teeth, and what appears to be two small brow horns curving atop the glowing eyes. He has two disproportionately small forelimbs with three claws and large hoof-like clawed feet.

“Fu-“ Izuku splutters, barely keeping hold of his phone, “Fumikage-kun??”

“You look absolutely stunning Izu. Shall we go?” Fumikage says in a smooth tone, now it just registered to him that it’s the alpha’s quirk manifested blanketing him in all-consuming darkness.

“Go??” The omega repeats incredulously, “What do y- is that Dark Shadow??”

His dark shape which looks curiously like a certain prehistoric creature strikes a pose, that’s the best way of describing it.

“Yes. Isn’t it neat? What do you think of my replication of the mount of your dreams?”

Izuku gawks, “A-Are you simulating an Allosaurus?!”

“Correct.” The gaping jaws are moving in accordance to the sounding of words, “I am an Allosaurus, a carnosaurian theropod from the Late Jurassic period and a fearsome hunter capable of taking down large preys with trachea-crushing bites.”

“ Rawr rawr~ ” Dark Shadow supplies helpfully, “But as my bite strength is weaker than that of alligators or lions, I use my humongous skull as a hatchet to first disorient and damage before going in for the kill~!”

Izuku’s mind is swirling and he hasn’t quite picked up his jaws off the floor when his other alpha shows up.

“Have you waited long, Izu? Sorry for being a bit late.” Mashirao’s cheerful voice signals his arrival.

The omega shifts his gaze to the tailed-alpha hoping for a saviour, and instead it unhinges his brain.

The blond alpha is not blond, but green. Green everywhere. His body is clad with a mixture of painted tarp and folded cardboards to artfully mimic a hulking shape with dark striped scales in shades of army green and viridian. Long hair, still kept in a low ponytail, is gelled near his hairline to construct two small mounts, the signature brow horns.

Mashirao’s tail is painted with skillful strokes even at its bushy end. There is a protruding face mask clasped around his head over his mouth, similar to that of Overhaul’s, but fashioned like a reptilian snout. Or you know, like an Allosaurus.

He’s even wearing an authentic-looking pair of claw costumes on his hands, and he keeps his upper arms glued to his sides to create the illusion of having stunted forearms.

In conclusion, here are his two alphas picking him up for their date dressed up to the whole nine as nightmarish renditions of his favourite extinct reptiles.

And they are still glaring at each other.

“Come with me my dear omega, I have prepared the quintessential mount as according to your most excellent taste for our date,” Fumikage says in a princely tone as he, or rather the dinosaur, bows courteously.

“He has no taste, look at all those crude colorless lines. Absolutely no finesse and lacking any effort whatsoever.” Mashirao criticises with the haughty air of an aristocrat as he struts, “I humbly ask you to choose this mount Izuku, crafted with the highest level of artistry for yours truly.”

Both alphas are swaying and twirling like displaying some sort of a mating dance to court a female, right there at U.A. entrance gate. Trying to show off every inch of their prehistoric majesticness(?) to the omega, hundreds of eyes of students milling out the gate are glued to the spectacular show in incredulity.

“Aren’t they from the first year hero course?”

“What the heck are they up to this time?”

“Seems like halloween is early.”

“The climax of a love-triangle tale gone wrong that no one asked for coming alive right here in this courtyarddd♪♫ everybody give me a hell yeAAHHH🎶!?!!”

“Oh~ what’s this?! My eyes must be fooling me, is this the respectable Class 1A?! Wearing ensembles portraying tasteless imitations of overgrown lizards and making complete fools out of themselves at U.A.’s front gate??”

Izuku is dreaming right now.

“So Izu, which one of us do you prefer as your magical carriage?” They say in unison, laser eyes piercing the poor omega who gets steadily paler and paler as he’s transcending into a full out-of-body experience.

“Eh.. Ah.. Hua...?” Izuku responds eloquently.

In no time the two alphas have thrown every reservation to the wind, creative insults now degraded to simply squawking back and forth and squaring off like two overgrown competing roosters.

Izuku finally finally manages to get both alphas to agree to peacefully go with him to the cafe.

Because what’s more romantic than riding an Allosaurus to a coffee date is riding TWO Allosauruses. The humiliation he is forced to endure in the subway on the way to the cafe is simply out-of-this-world.

“You young’uns lifestyle is so very cryptically charming these days, this old brain cannot comprehend,” one random granny comments at their three-men Kibasen inside the subway.

Izuku also cannot comprehend what kind of mind-boggling parallel dimension he currently is thrown into right now. And does it have to be so embarrassing that it’s practically melting his face off??

It turns out Fairy Godmother has the right idea of appropriate princess carriage after all.

Chapter 3: Bakugou vs Todoroki: Cuddle Rights

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The season has passed into cold windy autumn, the days grow shorter and the leaves turn into pretty shades of yellow and red.

Shouto is not a prideful person. Although he is aware that he has a powerful quirk, fire and ice are opposing natures that can complement each other to be a force to be reckoned with, he thinks a person’s worth is less of the power they wield and more of what they decide to do with it.

And he is proud to discover that his quirk can be of service to his beloved omega one gloomy autumn day.

Apparently due to Izuku’s miscalculation of the amount of sleepwear he owns, all his long sweatpants are churning in the laundry machine right now. So now the omega is miserably cold in his gym shorts. Upon discovering that, Shouto is quick to whisk him away for a private session in the omega’s bedroom.

They are currently cuddled up under Izuku’s fluffy blanket, Shouto spooning him from behind and releasing waves of heat from his left side to warm up the omega. The heat is trapped under the blanket effectively creating an enclosed space of pleasant warmth.

“Good?” the alpha whispers, his left hand is slung over the omega's waist as he releases fresh puff of heat.

“Mm mm~ yes you’re so warm Shou-chan,” Izuku answers happily as he squirms a bit to press closer into Shouto's chest, “Thank you.”

Shouto hums in acknowledgement. They stay like that silently, each enjoying the company and physical contact with the other.

“Are you thirsty?” he asks.

“A little bit.” Comes the Izuku's small reply.

Shouto rises off the bed and makes sure to tuck the blanket back around the omega, “Okay wait, I’ll bring some warm water for you.”

Izuku tries to protest that he doesn’t have to bother. But really Shouto doesn’t mind, far from it, he finds that he takes great pleasure in providing for his omega and catering to his every need.

Shouto also doesn’t regard himself as having a short fuse, but he is forced to reconsider that self-assured fact when he returns back from the kitchen with a thermos clutched in his hand and opens Izuku’s bedroom door to find another occupant is snuggling up with him under the blanket.

Blond untamable spikes that he calls hair and blood-red eyes. The one alpha, aside from his father, that has the uncanny power to ignite his temper from 0 to 100 effortlessly with just a few words.

“I believe that is my spot,” Shouto says with a carefully controlled voice.

Katsuki regards him with a challenging stare, “Oh really?”

The blonde alpha rearranges the blanket enough to reveal both his and Izuku’s bodies. To Shouto’s added aggravation, the alpha’s hand is currently slipped up under Izuku’s shirt resting on his stomach. Katsuki then makes an exaggerated show of inspecting Izuku, “Hm? But I don’t see your name on him.”

“Kacchan..” Izuku softly reprimands him, his green eyes searching Shouto’s face in worry.

Katsuki ignores him and continues, voice sickening honey, “Now that I’m here, half-half bastard you’re welcome to f*ck off.”

His other hand loosely encircles the omega’s neck. To Shouto’s alarm, Katsuki’s quirk pops on the omega’s vulnerable neck making light temporarily dance on it. Izuku purrs and relishes the warmth spreading from the skin of his neck down to his thoracic vertebrae.

Although it doesn’t seem like the omega is pained by it judging from his reaction, still, what was Katsuki thinking? His quirk can cause serious harm if he loses control even a little bit, even the lowest setting of his explosion can damage the flesh and might also grace the vital jugular veins.

Katsuki seems to have picked up on the source of his unrest as he smirks widely until his fangs show near Izuku’s delicate nape. Shouto’s alpha is snarling but since no actual harm is done, he suppresses his sudden urge to maim a certain someone.

“I was the one who noticed first that Izuku was cold. And I was properly attending to him when you suddenly showed up,” Shouto says.

Katsuki is nuzzling the omega’s fluffy green hair and says back calmly, “I wasn’t aware that Deku here is on a first come first serve basis.”

“I have cuddle rights,” Shouto retorts darkly.

Everyone loves to cuddle Izuku, their pack sole omega, so sometimes silly arguments break out over it. So Tenya put up a pack rule regarding cuddling, the one that is currently cuddling the omega has temporary ‘cuddle rights’ which will be handed over once he/she passes the omega to the next packmate. So it falls on to that person’s responsibility to be mindful of Izuku's desire to be cuddled by another packmate and ultimately be pack-conscious enough to share.

Shouto hasn’t relinquished his rights yet, he merely left Izuku a bit to bring him warm water to drink. And he doesn’t feel like sharing now.

“Well I took it,” Katsuki replies uncaringly while making a shooing motion, “Take a sad song♪ and make it better by scramming the hell out of here!”

“Don’t be mean,” Izuku scolds him, “Shouto can cuddle my front while you’re at my back. I’ll be even warmer that way, right?”

Katsuki looks down at the omega pouting cutely under him in amusem*nt. This little omega knows the only leverage he can get here in his argument is if he pinpoints an advantage to himself of this proposed arrangement. What a clever little bunny that knows how to play up his alpha’s heartstrings.

He leans down to puff a breath at the back of his ear affectionately and rubs the omega’s stomach with a controlled spark, “I’ll be enough for warming you up nerd since half-half bastard apparently sucks at it”

Shouto’s eyebrow twitches. He believes that his fire quirk, as much as he loathes its paternal origin, makes him the human-equivalent of the best heat pack there is that can properly satisfy his omega’s need for warmth. To think that an alpha like Bakugou Katsuki who sweats explosions out of his palms dares to claim to be better than him in this regard? That is simply ridiculous and also an open declaration of war.

The temperature in the room falls down several degrees noticeably as Shouto glares icily at Katsuki.

Izuku, trying to diffuse a possible confrontation, says nervously, “Shou-chan, um, let’s cuddle tomorrow alright?”

Katsuki glares down at him, “Ha?? Like hell you will!”

Izuku boops the explosive alpha on his nose, “Bad Kacchan, you have to share! Sharing is caring.”

“Who f*cking cares about some sh*tty wishy-washy heater that doesn’t even do its job right!”

There it is again, the accusation that Shouto is apparently not doing an acceptable job in warming up his omega.

Trying to control his temper, Shouto growls out, “Mind enlightening me exactly where my service falls short in comparison to yours?”

Katsuki smirks, “Sure~”

The alpha pushes Izuku to lie on his back, then manhandles him so that he is positioned in between the omega’s spread legs. Izuku bleats a small omegan sound in surprise. Katsuki’s hands seize both his ankles and guide them upwards so that his thighs are hovering near his stomach.

The hands creep up to cover the omega’s bare feet as he releases small sparks, “Did you realise that his feet were f*cking ice?” Katsuki leers at a stunned Shouto with a knowing expression, “Ah~? Did it perhaps slip your mind that the extremities furthest from the heart that pumps warm blood might, oh I don’t know, be cold?”

He lets go of the ankles and his hands gently travel upwards, letting sparks dance harmlessly up along the skin of Izuku’s calves, then thighs.

Katsuki next grabs the omega’s hands, eyes still fixed on the other alpha, “You even conveniently forgot his hands? And you have the guts to ask me where you fell short? The answer is f*cking everywhere!”

Izuku has the look of defeat on his face, just letting the alpha gropes and bends him whichever way to demonstrate other crucial spots on his body which need proper heating.

“So? Do you require further enlightenment?” Katsuki drawls with the smuggest most punchable expression on his face.

Shouto grits his teeth, “That’s enough, I leave our omega in your care.”

“Good because your sh*tty face is starting to look like it’s in dire need of being enlightened,” Katsuki growls, a wide evil grin stretching his mouth, his palm poises up in the air setting off brighter sparks in clear goading.

Izuku just sighs quietly at Katsuki’s proclivity to issuing threats.

Since childhood, Kacchan has always had a weird, dare he says, obsession over him, despite asserting again and again that he was a quirkless omega loser and therefore his existence worth nothing to the alpha. The alpha would still go out of his way to continually torment him even if Izuku was trying really hard to keep out of his notice.

That obsession changed pleasantly in nature when he became assimilated in the pack as a prime alpha. It naturally brings out the more primal quality of an alpha which are protectiveness and possessiveness over his packmates, especially over the prime omega of the pack. Of course Izuku prefers it when this transition translates into affection, even if it’s quite a violent form of affection at times, over being verbally and physically assaulted as per his normal past interactions with Kacchan. But not only the alpha’s overprotective instincts are sometimes get blown out of proportion, now this affection also has exacerbated to the point where Katsuki reacts hostilely in an over-the-top manner when he perceives that another alpha is challenging his claim over the omega, even if that alpha is pack. Izuku doesn’t know if this behaviour can potentially spell trouble for the pack in the near future. Maybe he should talk to Tenya about this.

Shouto, the other prime alpha of the pack, feels his hackles rising from being essentially driven off his omega by another alpha. But Shouto knows better than to bite at Katsuki’s bait for violence, it would only end in their omega becoming distressed at the outcome. Besides, it seems that Katsuki is sufficiently capable in replacing him of the task of warming the cold omega up, so really, he’s satisfied as long as Izuku’s needs are attended to properly.

In a show of impressive self-restraint, Shouto gives a small smile to Izuku, “Good night, see you tomorrow Izuku.”

Izuku looks visibly relieved at his words. The alpha is comforted in the knowledge that he has made the right choice.

“Good night Shou-chan,” Izuku replies back with a bright smile.

Once Shouto is out of their sight and the door clicks shut, Katsuki buries his face into the omega’s neck and licks his scent gland triumphantly like he has just won a trophy.

“That’s not very nice Kacchan,” Izuku says softly, trying to be stern despite his pleasure at his alpha’s affectionate gesture.

It satisfies a primal part deep inside of Katsuki that he has successfully run off another competing alpha. He is the best provider there is for the omega hands down. His alpha growls in agreement, stating that yes they can fulfill his omega’s every need better than any alpha can.

“I’m never nice,” he murmurs. His palms are stroking all over Izuku's body, sparking into warm light making little popping sounds.

Izuku hums like he disagrees but Katsuki is too absorbed in his all-important task to bother responding back.

He leaves Izuku’s bedroom quietly when the omega has fallen asleep, properly warmed up. He even retrieves a pair of the nerd’s long sleep pants from the dryer and replaces his short ones with them. Katsuki turns in for the night, fully satisfied and assured of the fact that he is the best goddamned alpha for his omega and no one can tell him otherwise.

Katsuki is still on cloud nine the next morning, almost gliding on the floor on his way to get breakfast. He arrives at the kitchen and automatically zeroes in on familiar green, he walks closer with an excited grin when it abruptly drops.

“Good morning Kacchan!” Izuku greets him from the kitchen tabletop.

Katsuki gapes, nose twitching at the assault of unpleasant scents drifting off the omega, “You.. just yesterday you...”

Izuku was thoroughly drenched with his scent last night from all those cuddling and scenting sessions. And it should last all the way to morning. But all his hard work is for naught because now Izuku absolutely reeks of that half-half bastard from top to bottom. How the hell did sh*tty Icy Hot manage that??

On top of it, he realises that the sweater Izuku is wearing is way too oversized for his small build, and that the thick detestable smell of another alpha is wafting off of the cotton.

Katsuki barely stops himself from growling menacingly, his red eyes narrowing in anger. That f*cker thinks he has one-upped him?

“Deku. Strip. Right now.”

Izuku almost thinks that he has misheard Katsuki's ridiculous request, “Ha? B-But I’m making breakfast right now, Kacchan..!”

“Quit yapping just f*cking do it!” Katsuki snaps back.

“But why? You really want me to strip right here out in the open? It's cold!” He is full-blown whining now, big omega eyes blinking pleadingly at the alpha.

Katsuki tsks and proceeds to take off the sweater he is wearing, “Wear this. You look fugly in that sweater.”

Izuku stares at the sweater dangling on Katsuki’s stretched hand and down to the one he is wearing and says blankly, “But your sweater looks just like this one?”

The model and material honestly look identical, he suspects even the brand could be the same, the only difference being the colour.

“Bullsh*t, my sweater is way better than that f*cking half-half sh*tface!!”

Sighing wearily, Izuku pulls off Shouto’s sweater and accepts the for-some-reason-simmering-with-rage alpha’s own. It’s too early in the morning for any nonsensical argument and he just wants to finish making his breakfast peacefully.

He has just finished shimmying into the oversized sweater and of course by the grace of the most timely appearance ever, this is when Shouto shows up. And he is quick on the uptake.

“Katsuki…” Shouto growls low, a dark expression instantly seizes his features, “You really don’t know when to back down, do you?”

Still in his topless state, Katsuki assumes an offensive stance and smiles a bloodthirsty grin, “Bring it on bastard.”

Ensue alphas posturing and taunting to beat the other to submission, which is really not all that rare when it comes to Izuku but every time it happens it unfortunately, potentially, poses a serious environmental hazard. In this case for their kitchen. Especially when they are the two prime alphas possessing the most destructive quirks out of all the pack.

Not wanting to be in the middle (or be the cause) of a brewing warzone, Izuku is not above utilising his quirk to flee the situation.

Resolution is reluctantly reached when Izuku shows up wearing Tenya’s sweater, refusing to take it off no matter what.

Not even when Katsuki tempts him with his home-made katsudon.

Chapter 4: Ashido vs Iida: Purity Police

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“Nggh, hurts…”

There’s an implicit bro-code that everyone in their pack upholds with grudging respect. Okay, Mina is a girl and calling it a bro-code would technically rule her out but that’s beside the point. Especially when the matter concerns their resident prime omega.

The fair allocation of time one can spend with the omega. It still remains one of their pack’s greatest struggles to date, a delicate matter where everyone’s temper is balancing on a tightrope.

It’s no secret that everyone loves to be with Izuku, chatting, cuddling, having fun with him or asking his help with something under the not-so-hidden attempt to spend time with him. And the omega always loves saying ‘yes’, probably because it's an omega’s nature to be helpful and also that Izuku is a precious cinnamon roll who delights in making others happy.

It’s not like Izuku can split bodies to cater to all his clingy whiny alphas and betas, so that resulted in the famed bro-code: that Izuku belongs to the whole pack, no one will get in the way of another person’s right in being with the omega.

Everyone has equal dibs on him.

But still, as the lead alpha, it is a given that Tenya has a bigger slice of the pie of Izuku’s time, the alpha loves pampering their omega and Izuku preens and soaks it all up like a sponge. The omega positively melts under his affections and has been known to even make a makeshift nest right there on the alpha’s lap at times.

So…… SO! To think that he would take this as well.. To think that he will stoop so low as to commit this depravity! There has to be a limit to one’s selfishness!

Mina is about to knock on Izuku’s door, wanting to ask for his help in a math’s problem, and yes everyone does knock before entering their almost-always-unlocked omega’s bedroom. Except probably Lord Explosion Murder himself, always sauntering in like he’s a king that doesn’t need any permission from his subjects for anything.

When her fist halts to a stop an inch from the door due to a hair-rising sound coming from the inside.

“Unhhh, not so hard please…"

“I have to get it deeper, please bear it a bit Izuku.”

“Ow ow, hurtsss~”

“I know I know shusssh, think happy thoughts, it’ll be over soon.”

"Slower please..."

Mina returns back to her room in a daze, her brain is blown up in disarray.

Plopping on her bed she dazedly tries to piece what she has heard to a coherent thought.

That was Izuku… with Tenya right? There’s no mistake, it was Tenya’s voice. They were doing something, or more like Tenya was doing something to him that caused Izuku to moan in pain. Not so hard... deeper... hurts?

All the clues arrange themselves into an unbelievable picture, one that sends her blood boiling with realisation. How dare he...!

“Retribution! The punishment is equal to the crime!’ She vows as she chews her ET plushie angrily.

“Tenya-kun~” Mina sing-songs as she knocks at the alpha’s door.

The rooms who receive the highest frequency of being visited by random packmates at random times in their dorm would probably be Izuku’s and Tenya’s. So both rooms are almost always left unlocked to show that anyone is always welcomed.

After a ‘come in’, she lets herself in.

“Do you need something Mina?” Tenya asks, looking at her.

Tenya is sitting on his bed in a relaxed slump with a pillow supporting his back against the bed’s headboard. An open book cradled in his hands. From his sleepy face he appears to be doing a bit of reading before turning in to dreamland.

And he’s also wearing a floppy sleeping hat that matches with the star patterns on his navy pajama set. Mina’s heart unwittingly goes ‘kyun~➳♥’

Ugh Tenya you cute alpha bastard, don’t think this will pardon you from this most grave betrayal in all the history of this pack!

“I need your help! If you don’t mind,” she chirps cheerfully, squashing to oblivion any softness she currently feels for her adorable alpha. Don’t be tricked, he’s a f*cking wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Blinking away his sleepiness, Tenya straightens up and gives her his utmost attention. He takes the tasks of helping his packmates very seriously, “Of course, I’d be happy to help.”

Mina smiles like an innocent flower, “Did you just get back from Izu’s bedroom?”

Tenya nods, “Yes I did.”

“What were you doing there?”

Tenya tilts his head, is this questioning related to what she wants his help with?

“He was a little beat up after Aizawa-sensei’s grueling training today,” the alpha says, Mina staring at him like a hunter’s hound, “So I was just helping him to relax.”

“Oho~ a relaxing time huh? I went past Izu’s bedroom but he sounded a bit pained while you were in there.”

Tenya shows a regretful expression, “Yeah. It unfortunately required a bit more force than I would have liked to inflict on Izuku to work the knot[redacted] [redacted]-”

Tenya hasn’t finished making his case because his fate is sealed and Mina pounces.

Their lead alpha’s screams are enough to alert the entire building, Tenya doesn’t exactly ever scream for help, but now he is kind of howling in terror so that warrants everyone’s instincts blaring to the highest level of alertness.

Denki, Mashirao and Kouji are the first ones to arrive at the scene, their rooms being on the same floor, slamming the alpha’s bedroom door open with panic-induced-strength until the poor door’s hinges shudder perilously.

“Tenya! Are you okay??”

To the absurd scene of Mina hissing like a mad cat—is she frothing at her mouth?!— her hand shoved inside Tenya’s pajama pants groping harshly at, ahem a strategic location, and a pale-faced Tenya screaming bloody murder trying to kick her off him.

After much scuffling and clawing, the two betas and one alpha successfully drag the rabidly screeching beta girl outside to cool off. There are showers of acids falling everywhere so bye bye the clothes they are wearing. Thankfully their floors aren’t carpets, otherwise massive recarpeting projects are unavoidable and that would require some explaining to do to a surely unamused Aizawa-sensei.

Everyone is gathered in the common room for an emergency pack meeting after Mashirao gathers from her incoherent screaming that Tenya has apparently committed ‘an unforgivable crime’.

“Mina, take a deep breath. Start from the beginning.” Momo pats her back soothingly.

Mina heeds the advice and takes a deep breath in, and out, and then blurts out with a shrilling volume, “Did you just defile Izu-chan??”

The chief commander general of the omega ‘purity police’ Eijirou stares at her in horror and jabs a furious finger at Tenya’s direction.

“What!!! Tenya that’s so unmanly, did you really??”

Tenya gapes, face beet red, “How dare you accuse me of such a crime!”

“That’s so cunning Tenya! And to keep him to yourself all this time!” Mina adds hotly.

“Like I said you are mistaken! I did no such thing!”

Soon they are bickering in a heated argument, no one is letting the other talk to allow for an intelligible discussion.

Tsuyu tongue slaps all three and after they properly shut up, says calmly, “Kero let me try making sense of this. Firstly, Tenya-kun is accused of violating our Izuku. Secondly, Mina-chan, did you really just try to castrate our lead alpha?”

Mina crosses her arms, “Hmph! Even if I did he totally deserved it! I just wanted to melt his balls a little bit with low-level acid to punish him!”

All the boys present wince and instinctively put their hands over their crotches protectively. A shaken Tenya at the near demise of his precious nuts is being comforted by Izuku, the omega cooing and nuzzling the alpha’s scent gland.

“What makes you sure of this allegation?” Mezou’s tentacle mouth queries.

Mina huffs heatedly, “Tenya directly said to me that he’s working his knot with Izu!”

Gasps spill out of everyone as they stare accusingly at their lead alpha, suddenly also itching to do what Mina just attempted to.

Tenya sputters, “Not that knot! I was working the knots out of Izuku's back!” He pinches his forehead and says exasperatedly, “I believe what you think as ‘defiling’ is actually ‘massaging’. Izuku’s body was hurting after the training today so I offered him a massage. That’s all!”

Mina squints her eyes, “Was that really it? A massage? You aren’t sh*tting me?”

“Yes! I would never do that! Well… not right now.” He hastily corrects with a cough and a blush, “This is all a huge misunderstanding. Even though you were mistaken in your accusation, I fully understand your concerns and the sense of unfairness you feel,” he says, staring sincerely at Mina, “When the time comes, all 18 of us will be there as rightful witnesses.”

“And as rightful deflowerers,” Hanta casually adds.

“Don’t get over yourselves sh*tty extras! I’ll be the one to pop the nerd’s cherry!” Katsuki growls with a blasting explosion to prove his point.

“No!” Both Mina and Eijirou jump in front of Izuku, the omega is scandalised at this turn of the meeting's discussion.

“It’s a delicate process that requires very meticulous preparations!” Eijirou exclaims, “We have to firstly prepare everything guys!”

“Yes there’s also the matter of courting,” Mina says, black eyes glaring in vehemence, “We have to properly court Izuku so that he’ll be pleased and relaxed and his omega will accept our advances happily! It’ll take at least a couple of weeks until he’ll be ready for the main event!”

“I’ll bake a cherry cake!” Satou announces.

“Hmm.. I wonder what kind of courting gifts will make our omega more comfortable with our touches?” Fumikage contemplates.

“Don’t worry Izuku, I will research well so that our first time goes pleasantly,” Shouto promises.

“I call first dibs!”

“No way! We have to find a way to settle this!”

“I f*cking told you the nerd’s cherry is mine!”

Amidst the arguments, Izuku is trying to work up a plan to disappear quietly to his room, frantically mumbling to himself.

“Are you okay?” Ochako approaches him and looks at him in concern.

“Just a bit overwhelmed.” Izuku chuckles nervously, what an understatement of the century… but at least not all his packmates are roped in this deranged discussion.

The omega looks at her gratefully, “Thanks Ochako-chan.”

“I know the thought sounds scary but don’t worry Izu-chan.” Ochako shows him ‘I’ll work hard!’ fists, sincere brown eyes looking at him in encouragement, “I’ll be gentle!”

Izuku is feeling awfully faint. His last thought before succumbing to blissful darkness is for Ochako-chan to please float him up to the stratosphere so that he may perish and be excused from the auditory assault that is his packmates discussing future preparations of his-

When the time comes oh god...

Chapter 5: Kouda vs Bakugou: Judgement Hand of God

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Explosive. If one word has to suffice in summarising the essence of Bakugou Katsuki it has to be that.

For a shy beta like Kouji, he naturally veers off the alpha’s path whenever possible, Katsuki is a scary ticking time bomb that can go off anytime.

Which brings them now to a particular scene in the classroom.

“Deku stop stalling you damn omega!”

“But it’s embarrassing Kacchan!”

“Backing out?” Katsuki smirks mockingly, he manages to balance a strip of pocky between his teeth while still talking, “That means the next one will be worse, you know?”

“You’re so evil,” Izuku whines, looking resigned. He leans closer to Katsuki who is sitting in his seat, the alpha’s legs sprawl open unabashedly to make room. The omega’s pink lips clamp softly at the other end of the chocolate-covered stick.

Everyone is staring apprehensively, fearing for the inevitable.

Their lips slowly make their way closer, Katsuki is staring hard at Izuku shamelessly while Izuku has his eyes shyly averted. Half an inch before their lips connect, Izuku makes a move to retreat. But Katsuki is an apex predator, swooping in lightning-quick to land a loud smooch right on the omega’s lips.

It’s complete silence for several seconds before all hell breaks loose.

“Wait, was that Izu’s first kiss??” Denki shrieks like he has witnessed murder.

“No way!”

“I believe I got Izuku’s first kiss,” Mezou says confidently.

“No I did. It was during our dinner date months ago.” Shouto asserts with narrowed eyes.

"You guys have kissed him??"

“Alas toute le monde I must sadly announce that it was I, the Shining Hero: Can’t Stop Twinkling, who got-”

“Lies! You all are fabricating lies right now! I had the date recorded down in my note!”

And now they’re pulling up their diaries to show the exact time and date their supposed kiss with Izuku happened. Even Shouto.

Don’t get Kouji wrong, he greatly admires Katsuki for his resilient strength and his indomitable will to always win. What doesn’t quite sit right is the fact that Katsuki can also be quite tyrannical, especially to their sole omega. Izuku is a little bit more subservient when it comes to Katsuki. Probably because they’ve been together for so long that his omega’s urges to obey the alpha have become very hard to resist.

Just that morning, Izuku was ordered by Katsuki to serve his breakfast. He did. Then to tie his loose shoelaces while they were walking to class together. He did. Then to massage the alpha while on break in a training session. He did. All in the span of one day Katsuki has constantly issued orders that the omega has begrudgingly obeyed.

Why no one is interfering at this blatant misuse of power like Izuku is the alpha’s personal slave is a mystery.

Still... confronting the alpha is akin to signing up for a guillotine-style execution, his meek heart is whimpering to him that it is a sure death. Even engaging in a regular conversation sometimes is hard for him, to sum up the courage to talk to the prime alpha...

But if no one is going to step in...

Which brings him here, right in front of the alpha in question in that same training’s break, taking his chance while Izuku is going to the toilet.

“What?” Katsuki growls, unfriendly as ever.

Kouji is trying, Kouji is really trying but only an inaudible mash of words comes out of his lips from the vice in his throat. He is trembling and he is so so scared.

“Ha?? Speak the f*ck up!”

“..stop bullying Izuku.” He barely manages to mumble out.

“What’s that?”

“St-Stop bullying Izuku!”

The alpha looks at him uncomprehendingly before his fanged snarl turns amused, “Ho~? What’s little scaredy Snow White gonna do about it?”

Kouji blinks in panic, he hasn’t prepared for an answer to this sort of question, “So-So you won’t stop?” Kouji tries to make his voice level to get the alpha to take him seriously.

Katsuki gives him a mean grin, “Like I said, what are you gonna do about it?”

The beta’s mouth is opening and closing but no words come out.

“I thought so.” Katsuki huffs and goes on ignoring him again.

Kouji retreats with the proverbial tail between his legs, feeling defeated and humiliated. So Katsuki won’t stop... His beta and his sense of self-preservation are waging a war inside of him, his brain is churning for ways to persuade the alpha. An idea creeps unbidden into his head.

Kouji looks up in determination, he will not abandon his omega!

Izuku sighs. The day is over, the last ones leaving the class are him and Katsuki so now they are returning back to their dorm together.

“Such a fun day today, huh?” Katsuki says with a tone that is practically begging to be punched.

Izuku’s eyebrows twitch, a crippling comeback on the cusp of being spat out but he barely stops himself with an iron will, the day isn’t exactly over, “Sure~ you must be having lots of fun Kacchan!”

“Oh believe me, lots of fun are being had. And more to come.”

“Yippie~” Izuku grinds out sarcastically.

Katsuki is about to shoot off another mocking spiel when he abruptly stops.

“Wait do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Izuku says disinterestedly, ‘Hear another one of your bullsh*t train coming you mean?’ His mind supplies unerringly. He waves off that grumbling thought and concentrates. True to be told, there is something, the sound of something coming.

“‘Cheep’ ?”

Shadows like black sprinkles are becoming more pronounced blanketing over them. They both look up to the sky and the blood drains out their bodies.‘Cheep’ indeed.

Their fluffy small brown-feathered bodies most likely identified them as humble house sparrows. There must be thousands of them. Their cataclysmic combined chirps are so unceasingly loud, akin to biblical trumpets signaling the End Days, the apocalypse coming. Their combined ominous giant dark shape looks like the judgement hand of god himself descending straight for them.

Of course Katsuki does what any sane man in his position would do. He directs both of his palms towards the colossal swarm of doom.

His attempt is cut short with Izuku grabbing his arms with forceful strength, “What are you doing they’re innocent little birds!”

“What the f*ck look at them, these f*ckers are out to kill us!” the alpha screams.

“No please don’t Kacchan! If you do I’ll.. I’ll.. I’ll cry!!” Izuku screams back.

Katsuki can’t believe his ears, the little sh*t is really holding that over his head? When the little omega is such a crybaby that you might suspect leaking copious amounts of tears is his actual quirk? Does Deku really think it will work?

Damn right it will, his traitorous alpha whispers. sh*t!

So they run, abandoning a course of action with surefire success because Deku is being a dumb bitch with a bleeding heart when their lives are at stake here.

They inadvertently get splitted up when Deku takes a right and he takes a left. He skids to a stop in panic, he can’t leave Deku alone, his omega will totally let the birds maul him to death in his resolve to not hurt a feather of the so-called innocent birds.

But to his amazement and confusion, no bird turns to Deku’s direction. Their target is him? He continues running, good omega is safe now.

With the handicap that is his quirk, how can he shrug off these tiny tenacious pursuers that can f*cking fly?

His answer comes in the form of the giant round-shaped koi pond, one of U.A.’s pride. He takes a deep breath.

‘Splash!’

The water is freezing cold, slimy scaly things bumping all over his body in frenzied panic. He f*cking swears something or someone will get exploded for this!

Kouji is standing near the trees, worried. Katsuki has stayed inside the water for about a minute and a half. He whistles and beckons at the swarm of house sparrows hovering over the body of water. The little birds settle on various branches on the trees around him, cheeping merrily.

Finally Katsuki emerges, looking like a vengeful water demigod. His piercing red eyes very quickly lock on to the perpetrator to his predicament.

“You…”

Pure alpha exudes off of him, not even the weight of the water can tame his spiky strands as he trudges towards the shaking beta. Water cascades down his soaked body, a spike of smoky furious scent explodes like tiny bombs suspended among the tiny particles of the air. Kouji wants to wilt and crumple at his feet.

“You are itching to die huh Animal Crossing...” His guttural growls accompany his absolutely homicidal expression.

Kouji painstakingly fights over his fear, tremors wrecking over his body, “St-Stop bullying Izuku!” he yells out with surprising amount of strength.

Katsuki’s look is fit to kill before his murderous march is interrupted by Izuku’s shrill cries.

“Stop! Stop you two!!”

The omega has positioned himself between the alpha and beta, he is pumping out calming omega pheromones that works wonder to tame Katsuki’s previously pissed-off devil-incarnate disposition.

“Kouji-kun, why did you attack Kacchan?” Izuku asks softly, caringly, his big emerald eyes look so safe.

Kouji gulps, braving an explanation, “U-Um, I saw Katsuki-kun bullying you... I tried to ask him to stop but he wouldn’t listen so...”

An explosion goes off that cause both Izuku and Kouji to wince.

“What the f*ck are you on and on about sh*tty stalagmite, the nerd lost a bet with me!” Katsuki growls, “The punishment is that he has to listen to my requests for the whole day!"

“Kouji-kun…” Izuku looks touched which seems to enrage Katsuki even more, “Okay so all of it is a misunderstanding.”

The omega claps once, “Come on, hug it out,” he cheerfully says, yet his tone brooks no argument.

Kouji is paling while Katsuki is steaming and stewing. But there’s no denying the prime omega’s attempt at peace-making unless they are willing to tempt a possibly more unfavourable fate. Izuku can be strict and scary when he wants to.

Maybe Katsuki squeezes a bit too tightly and rubs his soaked uniform a bit too forcefully against the beta so that he would also smell like f*cking fish.

The three of them are walking peacefully back to their dorm.

“Misunderstanding or not, that’s so sweet of you Kouji-kun to come to my defense.” Izuku lands a kiss on Kouji’s cheek. The entire skin-coloured-stalagmite head of the beta flushes beet-red.

“Oi oi are you seriously giving him positive reinforcement for siccing a million devil birds on my ass and forcing me to dive into a f*cking koi pond?”

Izuku hums, a teasing glint in his eyes, “You shouldn’t have made me do that embarrassing pocky game. Ever heard of this thing called karma?”

“You’re such a petty loser,” Katsuki grumbles.

“You’re a petty winner! My math test score is just 1 point below yours!”

“That still makes you a loser in our bet!”

Passing the common room, ignoring sh*tty hair and racoon eyes from going all up in his space yapping'Bakubro did you just take a dip into the pool with your uniform on?' and 'Ugh! What's that smell?!'he moodily trudges upstairs with the omega trailing behind him.

Katsuki’s last request of Izuku of the day is to help dry his hair after showering and letting slush of water and soap rid his body off the stench of fish.Such an eventful day that he won’t like a repeat of, ever. Even though teasing the nerd and testing the boundary of his snapping point has been so entertaining...

“Uh...” Katsuki starts, the sound of whirring hair dryer drowns his voice so he speaks louder, “That pocky game.. I guess it’s kind of a jerk move to force you to give me a kiss.”

The whirring stops. Izuku has turned off the machine.

The alpha seems like he’s trying to give birth to a baby through his mouth when he blurts out, “I’m sorry.”

There are seconds of complete silence which stretch on Katsuki’s nerves, the word sorry never actually passed his lips before so he has absolutely no clue what to make of this silence. Just when Katsuki is about to dismiss and later on deny any trace of his awkward apology and grumpily shoos the omega back to his room, Izuku suddenly plops down on his lap facing him. The alpha’s red eyes widen as the omega leans closer, and proceeds to give him a firm kiss on his slightly shock-opened lips.

“You want a kiss?” Izuku says, his tone coy seduction, this little omega... “All you have to do is ask Kacchan.”

Katsuki smirks, his hands coming up to bring the omega closer, “Hm~ what a tempting offer.”

It’s a pretty rewarding conclusion of the day from literally being hunted by those bloodthirsty sparrows. Those little birds that puff up into little balls of fluff during winter and have people going ‘awww so cute!’ are the spawns of Satan himself if you ask him.

Can’t convince him otherwise.

Chapter 6: Special Episode: Mineta

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This is officially the second worst day of his life.

“Watch it, kid,” a man grumbles when he accidentally bumps into his legs. He fixes his oversized hood to better cover his head and the upper half portion of his face and scurries along. Harajuku is quite crowded as par the course for a busy Saturday afternoon, he’ll just dip a toe into that store, get this and that, and be gone like nobody’s business, lightning quick, so cool it alright geezer, who wants to bump into your smelly hairy legs anyway.

Skulking stealthily through the streets like a gutter rat, sticking close to the outer edge of the throng of people, trying to not warrant any attention. Yep, a normal day so far.

Except three familiar voices intercept their way into his ears, snapping him out his one-mission man march. He looks up in surprise. Midoriya, Uraraka, and Asui... walking out of a makeup store? Both girls are giggling and clinging to his arms, their supple boobs pressing on Midoriya—wow can boobs grow that much in a short span of a few months?—and the omega is talking animatedly a mile a minute in typical Midoriya fashion.

Oh sh*t. For some ungodly unexplainable reason, green eyes unwittingly land on his. Out of all the freaking hundred people here why must-

“Mineta?” Midoriya calls out, his smile annoyingly bright. The girls take notice of him too and frown. “It’s been so long!”

Oh boy. The day is shaping up to be terrific now.

Somehow, through the work of some unholy forces in the universe, they end up seated here in a table in cafe Kitsune, to ‘catch up’.

“So Mineta, are you doing alright now?” Midoriya asks. Does he have to sound so cheerful all the time?

The three of them are squished together at one end of the table, a supposed two-man seater, leaving him alone at the other end.

“...yeah I’m doing fine,” Mineta mumbles, he really rather be somewhere else.

“Uh.. what school are you in now?”

“...Takeshima High.”

It’s a high school famous for accepting no-credentials students, you have some sort of identification and some sort of junior high report card? You’re in. Junkies and ex-juvies and delinquents, the kids stamped as having no future by society, all jammed in there like sewer rats. And yep it always smells like sewer there. And yep he is aware of all the wonderful qualities everyone associates Takeshima with, no need to look at him like that dammit.

“What’s up with the hood? Isn’t it sweltering in there?” Uraraka gestures.

“...it’s my new style.”

“Must be tough being popular huh Mineta-chan,” Asui says, her expression flat and unruffled as ever.

The jab doesn’t go unnoticed as a tick mark pops on Mineta’s forehead.

Let’s rewind to a few months back when everything was sunshine and not sh*t-pies slapped on his face on a daily basis.

Her name is Sugimoto Miki, she’s from the general studies department and she’s the prettiest omega he has ever seen. She was a bit shy, playing hard to get but that’s okay, he likes girls that are a bit feisty. But come on, he was courting her for weeks now and she was still rejecting him, what’s with that, there's a limit to where the playing-hard-to-get tactic gets plain annoying.

His patience and persistence finally paid off, like fishing a tuna, loosen up on that reel let the big fish swim around a bit and then tighten the line once it gets tired, slowly but surely, until it is within striking distance to the gaff. Women just need a bit of persuasion you know.

She finally agreed to give him nudes if he agreed to play a courting game which she dubbed as the ‘18+ Exchange’. Basically, in exchange for her nudes, she challenged Mineta to run across the courtyard during a lunch recess, fully nude.

He voiced his concern that someone could snap a photo of him and got him in trouble, but she assured him that he only had to run a total distance of sixty metres from the cafeteria toilet to the toilet in the courtyard. If he was quick enough, no one would even have the time to pull up their phones to the camera app, “a piece of cake for such an amazing hero course student right Mineta-kun?”

Boy oh boy was he wrong to ever trust the words of the sly-as-a-snake omega girl.

Her packmates, two alphas and two betas from the same class, were apparently informed of their courting game and committed to punish him in the most humiliating way possible. So by the time he ran across that courtyard, they were all ready, lying in wait, holding high quality DSLR cameras to capture his X-rated nude show at the most strategic angles. A fact he found out the next day when there were massive HD photos of him printed on glossy high-quality paper pinned at the school bulletin board for all eyes to see. Completely uncensored.

Mineta got called in no time to the principal’s office.

He tried defending himself so the pack involved in this incident got summoned as well. The two alphas and two betas absolutely chewed him out, mouths frothing and all that with deadly level of vehemence. Accusing him of sexually harassing their poor omega. He tried defending himself to no avail.

It turned out that confessing the reason he was committing public indecency on school grounds was to exchange for her nudes did not help his case at all. He had never seen Nedzu’s face turned that dark before. A snoopy news agency got wind of this and the scoop and managed to bribe a student in possession of the scandalous photos (the photos were shared to students all over school). By that night, his photos were leaked out in a news article online claiming that his act of indecency was a 'disturbed and a designation-discriminating' attempt to attract an omega female. The news blew up overnight.

As per U.A. policy and to keep their reputation as a prestigious school that condemns all forms of sexual harassment, a severe punishment is necessary to appease public criticisms.

The pack along with the omega were also held accountable for instigating that episode of unwelcomed public nudity and for breach of privacy by displaying private photos to the public without permission.

But all it took was for the omega to tear up prettily, “B-But I was just joking, I didn’t think Mineta-kun would really go through with it. Please just punish me! My pack has done nothing wrong~!”

The five packmates got off with 3-days suspension. The two alphas and two betas took it all in stride without complaint, just proud of having avenged their omega.

In contrast, Mineta got expelled. The universe is so unfair.

As a beta with distinctive oversized grapes as hair, Mineta now has to wear a hoodie with the hood up when going anywhere to avoid being recognised, sneered at or even confronted by the unforgiving public. Even grannies with deteriorating vision due to age have the uncanny ability to recognise him, waving their walking cane at him screaming ‘Cretin!!!’ at the top of their rickety lungs and unleashing all passerbys’ demonic eyes at him.

As if being a social pariah wasn't bad enough, none of the high schools with a hero course department would take him in, not even B-rated civilian schools. So he had to kiss goodbye to a hero career where his dream of having his pickings of high-quality women must be cruelly rescinded. The universe is so unfair.

In contrast to his defamed public image…

“Ex-Excuse me.”

Two pretty girls approach their table shyly. Mineta straightens up because every inch is precious for his stature.

But of course, the girls only have eyes for Midoriya, “Um.. are you Deku? The hero Deku?”

Midoriya blinks in confusion, “Yes?”

“Will you sign this please!” one of the girls squeaks out, thrusting an opened magazine towards him with a pen resting at the dip of its folds. A magazine spread featuring a smiling candid photo of Midoriya taken from afar, titled ‘Japan’s Bravest Omega Hero’ in big bold green.

“U-Um sure,” Midoriya says, a blush riding high on his cheeks.

Once their signed magazine is given back, they profusely thank him and wave them all goodbye.

“He really is an omega!” one of the girls whispers slash squeals.

“So cute~”

“Gee you’ve become so popular Izu-chan~” Uraraka says with a teasing smile. The beta girl then scratches under the omega’s chin playfully. Which, of course, Midoriya sucks up eagerly like the attention whor* he is, purring and all that sh*t.

“Even before becoming an official hero you’re already racking up popularity points huh Izu-chan, it’s really admirable kero,” Asui says, her tongue peeking out the side of her lips.

Midoriya the nation’s sweetheart. His popularity shot up overnight a few weeks ago from being involved in a villain’s case. In summary, he was kidnapped by villains who he later laid waste to single-handedly (at least that’s the most popular fan theory), all nine now-cowering-in-jail villain alphas who were also abusing a bunch of poor omegas. It was the craze of the news for a long while, the grenette hailed as the inspirational hero-to-be that is so brave and sooo strong to successfully rescue a pack of frightened omegas from evil clutches.

The fact that he is an omega only endears him more to his growing number of fans, #Omegaunite and #Dekumania were trending on Witter weeks after the case was concluded.

Even though the official news of the case gave heavy credit to the police who allegedly broke in to rescue all of them, one reporter had sneaked into the crime scene and gathered evidence of the male omega’s pivotal role in beating the alphas and the police’ belated arrival. The very next day, the popular magazine ‘Hero Weekly’ published a two-page sensational spread about the case with a heartfelt article painting Midoriya Izuku’s exceptional bravery and strength in that frightening situation, highlighting the fact that his omega status certainly didn’t hinder him from performing heroic dangerous acts.

What a load of horse crap.

Uraraka and Asui excuse themselves to the toilet, squealing animatedly with the other two girls who appear to be heading to the toilet themselves. No doubt fawning over Midoriya some more. As if he needs more spotlight…

Maybe he can turn this quickly souring meet-up with his ex-classmates to a more favourable topic.

“Do you still keep in contact with the pack of omegas you ‘saved’?” The last word is imbued with a subtle hint of skepticism.

“Yes?”

“Hmm.. I wonder what’s your relationship with Kami-chan?”

The Kami-chan he refers to is of course Kojima Kamiko, that sexy minx of an omega with that heavenly bod. She’s been appearing on TV a lot and he’s in love. What he won’t give to actually meet her once.

“We’re friends?”

The gears are turning in Mineta’s head, “Safe to say you also have all their numbers right? You will do me a solid if you give me Kami-chan’s, Midoriya.”

Midoriya’s friendly facade drops, frowning, “Absolutely not, it’s their privacy.”

“Come on, don’t be stingy! Omegas love helping their friends right? I just want to get to know her better. Or maybe just some photos?” Mineta says in his best wheedling tone.

Midoriya doesn't look like he's budging anytime soon and Mineta is about to talk him into agreeing, omegas are inclined to agree to please after all, it's in their nature, he just has to push the right buttons but then the girls are heading back to the table. Damn mission busted.

“Here aaaaah~” Uraraka is holding a spoonful of mango pudding to Midoriya’s mouth. He accepts it and chews carefully with a happy smile.

“Yummy?”

“Mmm~ so yummy!” the omega chirps.

Mineta grits his teeth, burning coal flaming his guts. How come Midoriya always manages to hog all the attention of everyone? Ever since he first showed up in U.A.—an omega that wants to become a hero, how absurd—with his faulty quirk that literally broke his bones at every turn without fail, he managed to exploit his ex-classmates’ protective instincts and essentially manipulate them to bend under his biddings. They were literally tripping over each other to accommodate him whenever he got injured, and the little devious omega lapped it all up. It was pathetic.

“So I heard all of you guys have formed a pack?”

Ochako is trying to not sneer every time she hears that nasal annoying voice, ugh she just can’t stand him. Why Izuku ever invited him to ‘catch up’ is beyond her understanding, forgive her, but she is absolutely not interested in being updated to Mineta’s well being.

“Yes, we officially did when Katsuki got kidnapped,” Tsuyu answers. The beta girl always looks and sounds effortlessly calm whenever she is thrusted into an agonizing situation, yes this is nothing short of agonizing, period. Ochako envies her.

“But won’t that be too much hard ‘work’ for you Midoriya?” Mineta says in a suggestive tone.

Izuku co*cks his head to the side, “What hard work?”

“I mean you will have to service 18 alphas and betas, won’t that be too much even for you?”

Ochako is positively trembling in rage, chocolate eyes glaring knives at the short beta. How dare he?!

“Izuku does not have to service anyone,” she growls with as much venom as she could muster.

Also she doesn’t like the connotation that goes with the phrase ‘even for you’, is he implying that Izuku is such a pushover that he will sacrifice personal comfort to sexually service them to the level of extremes envisioned by that grape-headed beta?

Mineta, that slimy grimy beta, scoffs, “Get off your high horse. Omega’s greatest prowess is in their sexual skills. You sure you’re passing up on that?”

The glower produced by the two female betas could have crumbled everything in its path into dust.

“Ouch! What the heck!”

Mineta is thrown unceremoniously to the ground, cheek and knees driving painfully into the cold marble floor. He hisses in pain and tries to take note of his surroundings, everything was going so fast he wasn’t able to keep track. What did they do to him?!

Once his vision sharpens, he looks up properly. Oooh short skirts and smoothly-shaved mile-long legs. There is a group of girls dressed in skimpy cheerleader costumes, probably preparing for some sort of a dance performance. They appear to be just hanging out in front of the wide mirror and fixing up their makeup.

Wait mirror? Oh crap...

It’s the women’s toilet, most likely the one in the park across Kitsune. How the heck-and he’s feeling awfully breezy. He looks down.

What in the ever loving f*ck, he’s f*cking naked...

All the women are staring at him in shock.

“Uh...” Mineta can feel his stomach swooping, “Hi ladies?”

The ensuing screams are so loud that his eardrums are nearly blasted in. Mineta can feel his life tethering at the precipice and he runs.

“Pervert!”

“Abomination!”

“Rotten grape heathen!”

The mob of enraged women is hot on his heels and oh god oh god he is so screwed. What did he do to justify this fate?? Against his better judgement, he chances a look back. And he regrets everything, he regrets ever being born. They are devils thirsty for blood, they look like they want to wring him until every last blood is emptied out of him and then toss his corpse to be pecked clean by crows.

A woman’s hand has manifested into what looks to be a meat tenderiser pounder. Claws, cannons, he just barely dodges a deadly shower of bullet-fast.. sea urchins??

And are those pitchforks he sees??

At the other side of the park, two betas and one omega look on, the girls couldn’t suppress their smug self-satisfied snickers.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh?” Izuku sweatdrops at the brutal scene reminiscent of a witch hunt. Mineta will definitely not escape unscathed from this.

“He totally deserves it!” Ochako scoffs, “Hopefully this time he finally learns how to be a decent human being.”

Tsuyu grabs his hand and pulls gently, “Come on, let’s go back kero.”

Izuku is sparing another worried glance before he lets both his betas lead him away, Ochako and Tsuyu are fussing over him as if Mineta’s words might have hurt his feelings or something. Little does he know it will be a long long time before he sees the purple beta again. Probably for the best, especially for Mineta.

Hell hath no fury like a pack roused.

Chapter 7: Uraraka vs Shouji: Master Petter!

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“Feels so nice…” Izuku murmurs happily, nuzzling into her warm lap.

Most of their packmates are still out, it’s Sunday after all, the sun is starting to sink, casting warm orange light through the tall windows of the common room. Izuku’s head is snuggled in her thighs with her fingers running through soft curly locks.

‘So fluffy~ He has so much hair~’Ochako stifles the urge to squeal. It’s so rare to have Izuku all to herself and her beta purrs deep inside at being able to spend some quality time and provide quality comfort to their omega. There’s nothing that Izuku enjoys more other than hearty servings of physical displays of affection that they are all too happy to provide.

“Yeah? How about this?”, rubbing her fingers softly against his scent gland.

Izuku purrs and tilts his head further to give her more access, “Uhumm.. Your finger bumps feel so good...”

Ochako blinks, “My…?”

Ah, Izuku must be referring to her finger pads that are the activators of her gravity quirk. She doesn’t know that Izuku enjoys their texture so much and now that she knows she will surely indulge him more often with her finger pads.

The door opens, silent thuds of steps head towards them.

“You treatin’ Cheeks like your personal pillow, Freckles?” The owner of the gruff voice’s red eyes scan the omega’s relaxed form.

“Uhumm~”

A small smile, rare as a national treasure, briefly appears on the alpha’s face before he jerks his head to the side, “Come on Cheeks, help me unpack all this sh*t, the nerd will be fine on his own for a while.” 'sh*t' is clearly referring to the five hefty grocery bags clutched in his hands.

“Okay.” Even rarer than smiles is Katsuki asking for help and he looks like he could use some.

“I’ll help too.” Izuku is moving to get off, movement mildly uncoordinated, but his attempt gets thwarted right away.

“Nuh uh just stay there Izu, I know how you’ve been sleeping at way later hours than you should have lately. Which is not okay!” Ochako scolds but then pats his freckled cheek affectionately, “So catch some sleep, I’ll wake you up for dinner.”

Debate is visibly brewing in Izuku’s eyes but once he catches stern gazes from both Ochako and Katsuki, he wilts and plops back down obediently into the sofa.Soon after Ochako finishes arranging the contents of kitchen knick-knacks Katsuki bought, she returns back to the sofa to check up on Izuku. Catching the sight of Mezou spooning Izuku, utilising all of his six hands to pet the omega simultaneously on different parts of his body.

Ochako approaches them with a fond smile, “Good?” she asks the blissful looking omega.

Izuku nods, eyes shuttering close and a goofy smile stretching his lips, “Uhumm.. I love being touched in lots of places at the same time~”

The beta giggles and kneels in front of the sofa. She runs her fingers into the fluffy mass of green.

“Yeah? How about this?”

“Good too,” he mumbles and yawns cutely. Ochako just wants to squeeze those adorable cheeks!

“Which one do you enjoy more?” Mezou questions, it sounds casual enough and yet for some reason Ochako feels suddenly more alert, back straightening in attention.

“I like both!” he chirps.

Creak…

Uh oh.. there’s the sound of those creaky gates slipping open slowly, their irrational beasts rearing its ugly head again.

“Surely you must have a preference, Izu-chan?” Ochako says sweetly, brushing back his bangs and making sure the pads grace his forehead.

"No?"

“In terms of making Izuku feel good I highly doubt these tiny hands can do much,” Mezou coolly says, wrapping his hand around hers, absolutely dwarfing it.

Ochako raises an eyebrow in challenge, her hand that is loosely entrapped in Mezou’s clenches into a fist. There are just some things that shouldn’t have been said. “Are you insinuating that you are better than me in that regard?”

Mezou rubs his thumb at the inside of her wrist in what mildly amounts to a loving gesture, although the steel in his eyes is anything but, “That is exactly what I meant.”

With the number of times he has been unwittingly, unfortunately, thrusted into a similar situation, Izuku has the sinking feeling that things are turning ugly, fast.

In three seconds flat of dizzying flurry of activity, they have wrapped Izuku up into a blanket burrito, propped him on the sofa in a comfortable position, patted his bum lovingly like one would to a baby... and before Izuku manages to make sense of it all, it’s showdown time! Huh?!

“Bumps are the best to maximise extra stimulation and pleasure!” Ochako proudly shows off the soft pink circle pads protruding on her fingers.

“Disagreed. Winning size and extra appendages to simulate all-encompassing sensations are definitely superior.” Mezou counters while flexing his arms and shaping all six endings of his limbs into gargantuan shovels that he calls hands.

“Everyone knows it’s quality over quantity! Or size! Behold, the studded variety that provides extra pleasurable friction!” There’s a tiny squirrely squeak that sounds suspiciously like a certain omega.

“Disagreed. Simultaneous onslaught of numerous appendages on your partner, overwhelming him with pleasure all over is still the better experience than some meager bumps in my humble opinion,” Mezou smoothly says all in one breath.

“My bumps are not some meager bumps!”

A mouth forms near her face, voicing words that can catalyse wars in certain lands, “With how tiny they are, size absolutely matters after all.” It smirks goadingly and her blood is absolutely boiling.

Hearing the beginning notes of an ominous background boss battle music playing and realising how this is quickly getting out of hand, Izuku cranes his head from his comfy cocoon and whispers in panic to the other seat occupant beside him (when did she get here??), “Uuh… Mina-chan should we...?”

Stuffing her face with freshly-popped popcorn, Mina cheers like she’s a stadium spectator in a steaming WWE match, “Woooo this is getting lit!”

“So you will not admit that I’m better for Izu?” Ochako narrows her eyes.

“Absolutely not. Let’s settle this, it’ll be over soon,” the alpha declares, flaring his six arms intimidatingly and preparing for an all-out clash right there in front of horrified Izuku and ecstatic Mina.

“Bring it on!” the beta roars with fire blazing in her eyes.

Before they can tear into each other, a plastic hammer toy suddenly descends powerfully on both of the top of their crowns generating solid-sounding ‘squeaks!’ that echo off the walls. Eliciting an ‘ouch!’ from Ochako and a small surprised grunt out of Mezou. The disgruntled alpha and beta whip around to view their attacker.

A wild Momo appears! Having a strong sense and desire to uphold peace she typically appears during scuffles to peacefully break them off, her current weapon of choice appears to be a red plastic hammer toy with a bright yellow handle.

“Ok, knock it off you two.” Momo levels the two of them with her famous ‘mom’ glare, “What is it this time?”

Looking vaguely chastised, Ochako and Mezou reluctantly drop their im-goin-to-beat-yo-ass-to-the-ground fighting stances and face away from each other huffily.

Momo taps her finger impatiently on top of her crossed arms, “Well?”

Ochako pouts, “We’re arguing about who has the best qualities that will make them the best petter for Izu. My finger bumps or his dupli-hands.” She shows her fingers and points to Mezou.

Momo suppresses the urge to smack herself with the toy (the toy that is quickly becoming the no.1 go-to tool to discipline unruly packmates) and opts to just shake her head in exasperation, “That is such a ridiculous thing to fight about. Everyone can be the best ‘petter’, as you put it, regardless of qualities as long as your hearts are in it. Shouto you say something too.”

Shouto blinks.

Enlisting the help of another alpha will help deliver her point across, that’s her logic here. How unfortunate that she is expecting back-up for disaster relief and is given a landslide instead.

“...agreed. In my opinion they are severely lacking in the creativity department.” Shouto’s palms come up and a sliver touch of fire and ice appear on the surface, “With careful control on my quirk, hot and cold can stimulate nerve endings in a way that will give pleasant contrasting sensation. Come, I’ll show you Izuku,” he says with a completely flat face, magnetic heterochromatic eyes beckoning the omega in with a promise of a good time.

Izuku squeaks and hides his flustered face behind a tangle of arms.

Momo groans and proceeds to land a resounding‘squeak!’ on top of the alpha’s head, “Not you too!”

Alas the near fiery showdown is snuffed out successfully before it can escalate to bodily harm territory, thanks to Momo, who convinces the both of them to work hand-in-hand instead, no pun intended, to give their omega the ultimate experience of being petted. Nestled into Mezou back-to-chest with the alpha’s clever huge hands roaming all over his body, and Ochako blanketing his front and fingers sweeping lovingly across his face and neck, is what heaven must have felt like for a perpetually touch-starved omega like he is.

So in the end Izuku gets the best of both worlds, quality AND quantity. And they all live happily ever after, the end!

Chapter 8: Jirou vs Ashido vs Aoyama: Fashion Icon

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Omegas are typically known to be very fashion conscious, a snappy dresser that knows how to dress themselves exceptionally well. Looking back, Izuku might have had that urge budding in his early age but years of being looked down on and bullied stomped that to almost nothingness. After all, there was no point in dressing up when everyone already pretty much equated his worth to dirt, it wouldn’t change a thing to his situation.

So yeah, Izuku is not particular about how he dresses. Other than looking clean and presentable, he doesn’t have an interest in styling himself up. Sure an upgrade to his wardrobe won’t hurt, but between hero training and regular school work and spending time with his packmates, it gets pushed down his mental list of ‘things to do’ near to the very bottom.

Plus, deep down in his subconscious space, the thought lurks that as a plain-looking omega that he is, a level up in wardrobe choice wouldn’t do much in elevating the blandness of his physical appearance anyway.

Apparently his packmates haven’t got the same outlook. So in one of their shopping trips, when Izuku’s eyes stray idly to the dolled-up mannequins behind the glass storefront and stay locked on them in admiration, they, being Mina, Yuuga and Kyouka, excitedly march him in to try out a few stuff despite his flustered protests.

“This honestly looks really good,” Kyouka says, eyes going up and down his form in approval.

Sporting an embarrassed blush on his freckled cheeks, Izuku wiggles nervously under the intense stares of his three packmates. He is wearing an open green checkered shirt with a form-fitting black tank top underneath that clings to his toned top half and a pair of black slacks.

Mina’s eyes are boring to him, like a judge in a fashion contest, “Hm it’s just lacking... something...”

He is shooed back into the changing room, and he doesn’t have to wait long until the next set of clothes are handed to him. A few minutes pass before Izuku steps out from behind the heavy earth-toned curtain.

“Oooh...!!”

The omega is now dressed in a white hoodie with rainbow writing on the center, ‘パーカー’ which simply translates to ‘hoodie’, topped by a jean jacket with multiple patches sewed on, such as cartoony heroes, a flamingo, a shining unicorn, a rocket etc. A white cap with an embroidered yellow All Might twin-pointy hair and a simple pair of black jeans complete the look.

“Now this is what I call a bomb street style!” Mina exclaims, sounding really proud of herself.

“Mon turn!” Yuuga interjects happily.

“Guys I really don’t need any new clothes…”

His words fall on deaf ears and he is ushered back into the tiny cubicle, Izuku sighs although a smile is lifting up the corners of his lips. The omega supposes playing dress-up is not something he is averse to. And he relishes in the happy smiles that appear on his packmates’ faces.

Although…

Looking down on what’s on his hands, Izuku has serious doubts that he can actually wear this as a casual look.

The curtain slides open, the omega is revealed to be clothed in a white silky long-sleeved shirt with little frills running down the placket, a black ribbon tie and black shorts with black suspenders.

Omegas tend to not have body hair, just fine nearly-invisible ones. His smooth creamy legs really uplift the simplicity of the outfit, giving it an almost innocent air.

Tears trickle out Yuuga’s glittering diamond-like eyes, the beta male dabs the pearly droplets with a scalloped-edge white satin handkerchief.

“Mon young master, how élégant!” he exclaims, heart-felt adoration thrumming in his veins. Class. Just pure class. It reminds him of a young aristocrat in his favourite novel, how the character carries himself with noble poise accompanied by his faithful demonic butler.

Izuku sweatdrops. Is this really something to be cried over?

“Okay..!” Kyouka gently shoves Yuuga to the side for him to quietly have a break down. By this point Izuku just obediently accepts the pile of clothings given to him.

Izuku is now sporting a white bomber jacket with purple lining paired with an orange high-neck cotton T-shirt. There’s a rectangular black-and-white graphic design of some mountain ranges in the middle of the shirt. For his bottom half he is wearing a pair of black slimline joggers.

Kyouka is nodding proudly to herself.

It’s Mina’s turn now, somehow she succeeds in coaxing Izuku to try on a pink long-sleeved off-the-shoulder top AND a white pleated short skirt. Spicing it up with knee-high black socks, Izuku is trying to blend himself with the background as he ‘poses’ (if upright worm-wriggling can be called that) in front of the trio.

“Are you trying to turn him into a girl?” Kyouka asks, a bit of incredulity in her voice.

“It suits Izu!” Mina defends.

Izuku finally puts his foot down when Yuuga comes up with a frilly white shirt crop top paired with a body fishnet. That’s just… no.

“Just one more!” Mina pleads, “Please..?”

A ‘no’ is at the tip of his tongue, but even a 100% power of One for All can’t win against three pairs of puppy eyes. Izuku sighs exasperatedly.

“This looks more like cosplay,” Kyouka murmurs. But she can’t hide the honest appreciation slipping in her tone.

“It’s perfect,” Mina squeals, stars in her eyes.

“Tres belle Izu, like a little pretty French doll~” Yuuga says reverently.

Thus their little shopping trip ends with them buying absolutely everything that Izuku has tried on, all from their own pockets. Yes including the questionable fishnet that he hasn't tried on. Izuku doesn’t even try stopping them as the three betas all race to the cashier like bulls, dust in their wakes and the shop attendant not-too-subtly reprimanding them, “-dear valued customers, please don’t run inside the shop-!”

For the last item though, they split the payment equally.

Once they all get back to the dorm the trio begs him to wear the last item again, and well, Izuku has never claimed to be strong against his packmates’ pleading teary eyes.

Their first victim of the visual bomb is none other than their lead alpha.

“I-I-I-Izu...?!”

They have never seen Tenya looking that flustered before, face so red that it looks like a near medical emergency.

“Hi Tenya...” Izuku greets quietly, his blush rivalling that of Tenya’s.

Heavens. Tenya just wants to get a glass of water in the kitchen when he sees… what is he seeing? Frills for miles, a black dress topped by a lacy white apron and white thigh-high socks. Ruffled white headband and black dainty ribbons everywhere. What in heavens’ name is his omega wearing??

While Tenya has a mild brain meltdown, at the same time Izuku wants to crawl out of his skin and under the couch from how embarrassed he is being seen in this outfit.

How does a regular clothing store have a maid costume of all things again??

Soon enough, there are indeed more people that got enraptured by the sight, or more precisely the absolute eye-candy that their omega is. Izuku is just about to die.

“It’s the white tights.” Rikidou nods sagely.

“It’s the small strip of skin between the skirt and the white tights,” Hanta corrects.

“So cuteee!” Tooru squeals.

“Kero this is such a nice sight,” Tsuyu says. Her eyes are particularly drawn to the white bloomers peeking out beneath the frills of the mid-thigh skirt.

“Moe,” Shouto says in quiet awe. Little flowers blooming in the heterochromatic orbs.

“My crops are watered, my eyes have been blessed and my skin has cleared up praise the holy light,” Ochako whispers, looking like she is having a religious experience.

“Darkness and white frills. A splendid contrast,” Fumikage muses thoughtfully.

“I'm having a manly reaction to this,” Eijirou says semi-consciously, his brain flying out to outer space.

“10/10," Mezou comments.

“Are we under attack? ‘Cause I feel like I’m being attacked.” Denki is clutching his chest area over his heart.

Katsuki has a hand covering his nose as blood trickles out unbidden, “Deku!! You… f*ck!!”

Seeing his packmates be that awestruck over his appearance is admittedly doing things to his omega. Izuku is inwardly preening and trying to not let it show. Settling into a slight bowing pose that accentuates the curves of his body, hands pressing down timidly into his skirt in between pressed thighs, then...

“I’m glad that you like it… m-masters,” the omega says with a shy smile.

STRIKE! Several hearts are getting struck down like bowling pins with that one line, the points pinging up rapidly on the imaginary scoreboard. Katsuki is knocked out momentarily from sudden blood loss. Denki is feeling faint from the surprise artillery barrage to the pleasure part of his brain. Half of them feel jelly in their limbs because this is temptation made whole on legs clad by angelic-white thigh-high socks, and they’re all ready to fall and sin and worship.

And now they are fighting over who gets to sleep with Izuku that night (just sleeping!), arguments are being thrown around why they’re the best candidate to be Izuku’s ‘master’ for the night. As if Izuku is going to wear the maid outfit to sleep. It’s kind of itchy, but after a decent wash he’ll sure be open to wearing it once in a while since his packmates seem to really get a kick out of it. Probably during his turn of cleaning up the common area. Yep that’s a good idea, he concludes.

A deep blush and a smile bloom on the flustered omega’s face amidst all the scuffle and screaming.

Dressing up is kind of fun.

Chapter 9: Sero vs Hagakure: Scare Master

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The sound of laughters reverberate through the space of the tastefully decorated wash*tsu (Japanese-style room), a shared sense of family warming the atmosphere.

“I can’t wait to see what everyone’s costumes will be!” Izuku says with a grin, sitting cross-legged on the tatami floor. He is dressed in a striped cobalt-blue yukata secured by a magenta sash.

“Me too!” Momo says with equal excitement, then her expression turns mischievous, “Oh that reminds me, Fumikage-kun you were especially hilarious!”

Fumikage tenses up, “Do not bring up that abominable moment anymore!” In which his response that hints of his apparent disgrace elicits even louder laughs out of his packmates.

As was last year, they are celebrating Halloween in a rented inn close to a forested area to hold various scare games. Last year, the one bestowed the title ‘coward captain’ was surprisingly Fumikage, their aloof alpha with feathers of steel incapable of being ruffled by petty scare tactics. Only to be disproved by the one and only *Hanako Shouto. Who utilised his ice quirk to create a chilled mist over the toilet of all places and jumped out the stall, a long black wig covering his face, to scare the pants off the other alpha’s dignity.

*A/N: Hanako is a Japanese urban legend depicting a young girl spirit that haunts school bathrooms.

Going white as a sheet while having pitch-black feathers was an accomplishment in itself. Even causing Dark Shadow to let out ear-shattering squawks like a devil-spawn of a bird just surfaced out the bellies of hell.

Now, they are all determined to not bear the humiliation of carrying that title for the whole year. Toughening themselves up by going through horror movies marathons in preparation for the day (some end up with serious eye bags for the subsequent days) among various other horror desensitising tactics. Also devising strategies to be crowned the scare master of the year. It’s almost as hectic as preparing for mid-term exams.

Finished with their lunch, Tooru, Mina, Hanta, Denki, Mashirao and Tsuyu are hanging out at a secluded space beside the inn. There is a humongous tree with sprawling branches thicker than a grown-man’s torso spreading to all directions. Several long strips of tape are slung over a thick branch to make simple swings.

“Got any plans for the scare game tomorrow?” Mina asks, she’s laying on the grassy ground, arms behind her head and eyes closed.

Mashirao chuckles, “I guess… I’ve got my costume at least.”

“Everyone has been dedicatedly preparing their hearts to not easily react from being scared. Izuku though, it will be particularly difficult to scare him,” Tsuyu muses while pushing one of the makeshift swings. A particular memory of last year’s Halloween makes its appearance to the forefront of her mind. The most reaction they could pull out of the omega was a small jump and a barely-audible ‘eep’.

“Hm?” Tooru is enjoying the breeze tickling her face and the peaceful swinging motion.

Mashirao hums, nodding in thought. His tail is idly pushing the other tape swing which Denki is sitting on, “Now that you said it, he didn’t even flinch once while we were watching Ju-On that day.” The alpha knows for sure since that day Izuku was sitting on his lap while watching the movie, the omega’s body only shook lightly once in a while from laughter. No sign of being spooked out by any jumpscare scenes. Far from getting scared, the omega was instead making mumbled commentaries on the cinematic technical aspects of it—critiques on costumes and make-up and camera work all throughout the whole movie.

“Hoo... so that means the one that manages to scare him is the real deal.” Hanta rubs his chin thoughtfully.

A lightbulb pings over Tooru’s head, “Oh I get it! Alright peeps, watch me I’ll get Izu good! Better yield now to save yourselves all the wasted efforts!”

Tsuyu begins to regret ever bringing up the topic, “Hold up guys-”

“You’re on!” Denki declares, nearly toppling off the swing from his enthusiasm, “Mark my words, I’m gonna scare Izuku so good that he won’t be able to sleep at night alone!” The image of Izuku timidly asking to sleep together with him is like ammunition to his drive to win.

Thus, their little discussion has concluded with setting the primary target for the scare game tomorrow to be Izuku, their resident tough omega. Even Tsuyu reluctantly joins in since like most of them she doesn’t like losing.

The overall motivation is fueled by the (likely to be misguided) belief that Izuku will be so impressed by the one that manages to scare him. And for some, the scenario of a successful scare swerves just a tiiiny bit to delusional territory.

꒰ु~imagination starts~ू꒱

“Booo!"

“Hyaaah!” Izuku squeals, squeezing his eyes shut and falling down in fright.

A figure steps out from the shadows with a cheeky, fangy smile, “Did I scare you, little omega?”

Izuku is seated on the ground with both knees curving demurely to one side. A princessy-posed hand is resting over his heart, entire galaxies shining in his eyes as he swoons with a lit-up flowery background.

“Oh [name] you’re sooo veeery scary that it made my heart beat like crazy~ So fearsome, please hold me oh scary one~” Izuku says with a cute lilt, body inviting to be held.

[name] moves forward, a cool filter over their figure and enhancing the angles of their face as he/she envelops the smitten omega, crooning out, “Very well my beloved, rest in my frightening embrace and let me scare you to your heart’s content for the rest of your life.”

Izuku kyaaah in a fangirly way, “Sooo cool~!”

More flowers and glittery filters and sparkles shower the match-made-in-heaven(?) lovers before the red velvety curtain slides close.

꒰ु~imagination ends~ू꒱

“So…”

There’s a pair of black sunglasses hovering on the air. Leaning against a pillar, the invincible girl whispers in a conspiring tone, “I know what you’re planning because our thoughts very often are running on similar wavelengths. Which I’m not always happy about. Especially now.”

Even with black sunglasses (a similar pair to Tooru’s) covering his eyes, the mischief still shows through from the smirk stretching his lips. Hanta is leaning against the other side of the pillar, “Fair fight is the most advisable option, we will not interfere with one another’s attempts. Deal?” the beta says, holding up a closed-fist hand.

The gentle bumping to the back of his hand is his answer, “Deal!”

So what is this ‘plan’ they’re talking about?

The unspoken understanding is that they will all launch their attacks on Halloween, which is exactly tomorrow. But who’s keeping the rules? Therefore, their brilliant (slash cunning) plan is to counter Izuku’s unfazedness upon spooky stuff by attempting to scare him a day earlier, hoping the unexpectedness of it will catch Izuku off guard enough to properly scare him.

Which means tonight.

Operation scare Izuku commences!

An owl hoots from a distance, the night has fallen. The pack is currently sleeping in a large area with futons laid out orderly side by side, knocked out their lights from their eventful exhausting day. All turning in early in preparation for the big day tomorrow. There are no other sounds except from light snores and slight rustling of bodies moving in sleep.

Izuku rises up drowsily, shivering when the coldness hits his warmed up skin. His full bladder is what wakes him up, probably due to all the various beverages he’s consumed earlier before bed.

Sliding the shoji open, Izuku slides his feet into his fluffy slippers. The inn is quiet, it’s a family-run inn so that the only staff attending it are an elderly couple with their granddaughter. All undoubtedly are already resting up in their private quarters. The pack has rented the entire place for themselves so there are no other guests.

Half-asleep, Izuku drags himself towards the direction of the communal bathroom.

Creak..

The omega blinks his bleary eyes rapidly, ears perking up at the sound. What’s that? Brushing off the slight fear generated from that sound, Izuku continues moving forward, he just has to turn right. Turn around that corner and-

“Graaaah!!”

Something suddenly leaps in front of him. Someone bound head to toe with stark white bandages. Blood-shot eyes peering out beneath the fold of the bandages, a nasty snarl formed by rows of teeth that looks capable to devour flesh greets him.

All the blood rushes up to Izuku’s head resulting in a high-pitched panicked squeak, “C-Cow-” Bright green sparks surrounds his body, illuminating the dark area and his wide frightened eyes.

“W-Wait Izu-!” the mummy exclaims but Izuku isn’t capable of listening.

“Full Cowling!!!!” he cries out, delivering a full-powered kick to the mummy.

The mummy gets knocked into a wall with enough force to dent it, a pained ‘ooof’ pealed out of him. Before the mummy’s body has even struck the ground Izuku is already bolting in the other direction, short of screaming his lungs out.

His track is cut short when a ghostly figure appears out of a janitor closet.

“BOOOO!!!”

“HYAAAAAH!!!” Izuku yelps. He is running with power boosted up by his quirk so he can’t reduce his speed in time and plows right into the ghost.

Both of them topple down disgracefully into the hard wooden floor, all groaning in pain.

“Ouchie…”

The white cloth covering the ghost has slipped half-way up, and Izuku is laying on top of what feels like the soft body underneath. Grimacing in slight pain, Izuku blinks. And blinks. He is definitely touching something… feels something underneath him… but his eyes see… nothing!

There’s absolutely nothing underneath the white cloth!!!

“!!!!!” A soundless scream escapes out of Izuku’s throat, tears bursting out his eyes.

“KYAAAAAAA!!!” The ghost gives out a shrill cry, effectively jolting up everyone awake. Well, it’s prime time to freak out after all, what with Izuku blanketing her buck-naked form and his face pressing on her bare breasts!!

Soon enough everyone is congregated in the hallway.

“Explain yourselves,” Tenya says, reprimand written all over his countenance. Izuku is cowering inside his arms, whimpering quietly, the omega seeking comfort from his alpha’s scent from the fright earlier.

Kneeled up on the ground with legs folded underneath their thighs in perfectseiza form, both Hanta and Tooru look repentant, “We just wanted to scare Izu…”

“In the dead of the night after everyone’s asleep? And Halloween is tomorrow!”

“Well… we thought we could catch Izu off-guard by doing it a day earlier…”

Tenya tsk’s, his hand rubbing comforting circles on his omega’s back, “You two are disqualified from the scare game tomorrow.”

“WHAT,” both betas exclaim in protest.

“Ha! That’s what you get for trying to one-up us in scaring Izuku!” Denki points a gleeful finger in their direction.

Izuku lifts his head off Tenya’s chest and looks at them in shock, “Wait… so you guys were planning to scare me specifically as a competition..???”

Now it’s Denki’s turn to panic, “Well that.. but actually-”

Tooru interjects reflexively, “No! I mean yes! Which actually means no! But actually the inferred truth based on reasonable logic is-”

There’s a whirlwind of words cutting each other’s, trying to clarify the situation in which everyone involved is doing a poor job of. Tsuyu wisely remains silent through the whole thing. Having had enough, Tenya silences everyone and sternly instructs all of them to retire for the night, anyone that has any other clever ideas will be given just punishment devised by the devil himself, Bakugou Katsuki.

Izuku tugs at Tenya’s yukata, eyes peering up from underneath his lashes, “Ca-Can I sleep in your futon tonight?” he says with a small pleading tone.

Tenya’s cheeks flush pink. There are jealous eyes from all around glaring at the lead alpha, “O-Of course!”

“And ac-accompany me if I wanna go to the toilet?” Not a villain, not a natural cause, not an accident, it’s the slight tremble of his omega’s lips that will be the death of him.

“Yes most definitely!” Tenya says in utter determination.

So the night (and the mini competition) ends with Tenya’s overwhelming and unexpected victory.

Everyone: 0
Tenya: 1

Chapter 10: Bakugou vs Kaminari: Bubble Butt

Chapter Text

“Ah!”

Denki cries out, feet fumbling back as he loses his balance and his ass collides harshly with the ground. Wincing at the slight sting, his eyes peer up. In the dark of the night, there’s Izuku- illuminated by the muted glare of the lampposts by the street- nimbly swinging his limbs in the air just like the righting reflex of a cat and making a smooth landing on both feet. It’s bright enough for Denki to make out Izuku’s smiling face.

Izuku chuckles as he closes the slight distance between them and squats next to him, “You okay? I kept deliberately striking your right side so that it would disrupt your left side’s balance. Keep in mind to maintain a good landing everytime you’re blown back, in this case especially with that left foot,” he says in a light cheerful tone, tapping the said foot with his hand.

“Yeah.” Denki barely registers his response, all breathless.

Even sprawled inelegantly on the ground, beaten down on his ass, he can’t help the fluttering in his chest when he stares at the omega. That clean kick, the graceful lines of his body against the dark backdrop must be one of the most mesmerizing sights Denki has had the luck of gazing upon. Makes him want to sing hallelujah with little flying cherubs swirling around him playing their mini harps.

Unfortunately their moment is cut short when both registers someone’s presence approaching.

“Kacchan!” Izuku perks up.

Dressed in his casual black tank top and loose joggers, Katsuki is sporting his usual scowl. He co*cks his chin slightly upward in acknowledgment.

“sh*tty nerd. Spar with me,” he says, more like demands without preamble.

Izuku hums in a contemplating tone, “I’d love to, but I’m still helping Denki-kun train his defense against short range attacks…”

The glimmer that emerges out the depths of Katsuki’s ruby-red eyes is nothing short of hair-raising. “Hmm short range attacks huh, interesting…” Like sundew Katsuki’s voice is sweetened-honey soft, lilting and deceptively inviting. And now lips stretching into his trademark bloodthirsty smirk, Katsuki makes each step deliberately menacing.

Stopping right in front of Denki. The image of a nightmare incarnate is looming over the now shaking beta.

“Come on Dunce Face, I’ll show you how it’s done”, voice all but alpha growl accompanied by a show of knuckles being cracked intimidatingly. Denki swears he could see devil horns sprouting out of Katsuki's head.

“Uweeh?” Denki squeaks intelligently, a tear droplet slipping out the corner of his eye. This is not how he pictured his private sparring session with his omega to be. At this rate he’ll just end up being a punching bag for the sad*stic alpha for sure!

‘No!!!’he screams internally as Katsuki drags him up by the scruff of his neck.

Needless to say, it isn’t his favourite ending to the evening—whisked away by the alpha for a little ‘lesson’ or quite simply, dodging explosions for his life. Not to mention Izuku is spectating at the sideline, cheering Denki up while the beta was having his ass utterly handed to him.

But wait it’s not the end yet! After showering the smoke and sweat away, Denki drags his sore body to seek out Izuku, determined to continue their interrupted time with his sweet omega. And lo and behold he manages to snag Izuku into his room without much grievance.

Humming a tune, Izuku is laying down on his stomach on the floor, eyes glued to a tablet. The tablet was a birthday gift from all his packmates so he could have an easier time following all his favourite heroes on the internet compared to from the smaller screen of his phone. Occasionally muttering by himself, he’s completely absorbed in reading the content displayed on the screen.

Denki is content with doing his homework quietly on top of his small foldable table so he can sit near Izuku on the floor. Once in a while, the beta finds himself sneaking covert glances at the omega’s prone form. He’s not gonna lie, he has a healthy appreciation of a certain well-endowed body part.

With how vigorously Izuku has been training his kicks for his Shoot Style, Denki can’t help but notice that the omega’s buttocks are plump perfect roundness that his hands are just itching to fondle. They just look… so juicy! The thin fabric of his shorts cling against the supple mounds, pronouncing their shape almost scandalously. Imagination runs amok on how they’ll feel in his hands, bet they’ll jiggle like jelly were his palm to land a nice little slap against them.

Unfortunately (he's starting to get tired of this adverb), he’s not the only admirer of the omega’s cute bubble butt.

Someone strides in Izuku’s open bedroom door. Without any sort of verbal warning, he just drops down and plops his head (more specifically his face) onto Izuku’s butt. Please highlight, underline, and italicize the heck out of the phrase ON IZUKU’S BUTT because what a ballsy first-degree felony this is!!

The omega bleats in surprise at the surprise contact.

The spiky blond hair alerts Denki to the identity of the person that nonchalantly takes the liberty to be all chummy with the omega’s heavenly ass as if he owns it. Cranking up his usually tame temper to worrying levels at the audacity and the interruption, again!

“Watcha reading?” Katsuki murmurs, burying his face onto the plushy mounds.

Mouth gaping, Izuku’s head is robotically turning back in increments to view his ‘attacker’, “U-Uuuh… ju-just a hero analysis blog, the author has up-uploaded a segment about Edgeshot… a-and uuh…”

“Nerd,” Katsuki scoffs, fondly, head casually rubbing against the omega’s bums to find a cozier position. Even after some pointed squirming on Izuku’s part the alpha still clings on stubbornly.

“Kacchan quit snuggling into my b-butt, it’s embarrassing!”

Katsuki’s lids flutter open lazily, “Ha? This thing is pillowy as f*ck ‘course I’m gonna f*cking make good use of it.”

“B-But it’s not a pillow it’s my butt!” Izuku whines, ass wiggling upwards to try bucking the alpha’s face off.

Much to his chagrin and belated realisation however the movement only serves to unwittingly press his ass more to the alpha’s face. Far from being deterred, Katsuki looks like he’s tremendously enjoying being smothered by the meaty globes.

“Yeah. Mine,” he purrs, nose nuzzling suggestively into the cleft between Izuku’s ass cheeks. Izuku’s face is steaming up from the sensation.

Denki grits his teeth. This is utterly unacceptable, Katsuki has once again completely snatched Izuku’s attention to himself and the alpha doesn’t look like he’s letting go anytime soon. Also, he gets to feel that ass. How unfair is that!

Jealousy propels his more mischievous nature to come into play, full force. His brain churns as an idea creeps and forms, a damn good idea that might just work and teach the greedy alpha a lesson. He reaches for his phone.

“That’s right Kaaaacchan, Izuku said he doesn’t want you near his ass,” Denki says mockingly. His hand then flies down to land a light slap on Izuku’s butt, and yes they do bounce nicely.

“Right ‘zuku?”

Izuku just squeaks.

Katsuki growls, displeased, body rising up to defend what he perceives to be his territory, “You’re asking for death huh Pikachu?”

Eyes sharp in challenge, Denki quips back, “Nah, just showing you how it’s done. How to treat such a glorious ass right.”

Tickmarks pop off in abundance on the alpha’s forehead, oh he’s just itching to rip that gloating smirk off the beta’s stupid face. Eyes narrowing into angry crescents and twitching with the familiar all-consuming rage because how f*cking dare he?!

“Aaah??? I’m gonna f*cking show you-”

The rest of the words dissolve into a vehement verbal rampage, with Katsuki listing all the dirtiest deeds imaginable of how exactly he’ll be treating his Deku’s ass right with a disturbing amount of detail. How he’ll take the bouncy goodness straight to heaven and break Deku’s mind with just how f*cking good it is. Dear god Denki is positively dying inside, his face miraculously remains impassive while his mind is chanting-

Keep it together, it’s important to let Katsuki run his mouth off and demonstrate on his tirade. Just hold out until-

Meanwhile Izuku’s soul is half escaping out of his mouth from being bombarded by the shocking, scandalous commentary. Before the poor omega can afford to succumb to the land of unconsciousness, there is the pitter patter of feet approaching his door before two cheery faces appear.

“Oi Denki, what do you mean by-”

Everything seems to freeze up in time. Eijirou and Kouji are standing by the door, wide-eyed at the sight presented before them.

This might be a trick of the light. There’s no way that Katsuki is currently crouched on the ground behind Izuku... gnawing on their omega’s plump ass cheek like a dog to a chew toy, drool darkening the fabric of the cotton shorts. Seconds pass with the alpha staring equally wide-eyed at the two betas, white teeth stark against dark-coloured fabric still kneading against the meaty mound dumbly.

The colour drains out of Eijirou’s face and he proceeds to fall dramatically to the floor. The other beta lets out a panicked squeak and kneels down to help his packmate out.

“Kouji…” Eijirou wheezes like he’s struggling to take in his last breath, a shaking hand takes purchase of Kouji’s larger one and grips it tightly, “Ring the alarm”

Kouji nods profusely and rummages his pocket. He pulls out a red oval-shaped plastic item with a huge button in the middle. Once the button is pressed the tiny device starts emitting an ear-splitting sound that no doubt attracts their entire pack’s attention.

Wide red eyes shift to the side. Denki is holding up his phone, screen showing a chat app open, mouth stretched in a sh*t-eating grin.

Only then Katsuki realises that he's been set up. That sneaky Pikachu!

“The f*ck is this???”

‘This’ referring to what looks to be children’s detachable safety fences arranged at a corner of the wall, creating a two by two feet tiny enclosed space that Katsuki is situated at. It’s so ridiculously small that Katsuki is forced to draw his limbs close in order to fit.

“Jail. A fitting punishment for a knot-brained alpha don’t you think?” Shouto says, a barely-there smirk hanging at his lips.

Katsuki is a crouching tiger, a seething beast. He looks so out of place, all muscly and power personified yet contained in the small pastel-coloured baby playpen, for a lack of better noun.

“Pretending you’re so f*cking innocent huh half-half f*cker… you’re nothing but a pretend noble-faced faker!!”

“Even your swearings rhyme! What a manly dedication to your craft Bakubro.” Eijirou sighs with a smile, a hand over his chest like a proud parent. He’s still feeling a bit faint from the previous shock and he finds that he’s recovering energy by getting aboard this teasing train. Also, he’s feeling just a little bit revengeful. Just a little bit!

“Good boys are not horny boys Katsuki dear~” Denki sings songs, sounding so vindictively satisfied.

“Dunce face… you’re f*cking deadmeat…” The growl is practically inhuman, the glower setting the air ablaze.

Denki makes a frightened noise as he cowers behind the broad frame of his lead alpha.

“You’re going to stay there for 16 minutes,” Tenya declares, standing undisturbed from Katsuki’s intimidation.

“Why specifically 16, kero?” Tsuyu co*cks her head to the side curiously.

Tenya fixes his glasses, the lenses glinting with pride of his research, “I read that this disciplining method called ‘time out’ puts kids in a designated small space, usually at the corner of a room to do nothing as a form of punishment. Typically for the length of minutes that corresponds to their age”

“So that means when he’s 50 years old he’ll have to stay in horny jail for close to an hour!” Hanta hollers, laughing like a deranged dolphin with tears streaming out his eyes.

“Poor Kawcchaaan~” Regaining his confidence, Denki adds in with his most annoying taunting tone.

“I can damn well do whatever I want to Deku’s ass when I’m goddamned 50!”

“No you can’t!” Tenya lands a punishing karate chop on top of the blond’s crown. Katsuki hisses in defiance like an angry cat which just earns him another chop.

Being made aware of the crime perpetrated on Izuku’s precious rear, Fumikage expresses his concern to the omega.

“Is your butt okay, Izu?”

“It’s all good!” Izuku’s voice comes out high-pitched as he wildly waves his hands in dismissal. Desperately trying to wave off the excessive attention paid on that part of his body already (seriously why??), and backing away from the alpha.

Only to be blocked by Eijirou’s sturdy body, “Lemme look,” Eijirou says, expression twisted in worry. The beta hooks an arm around Izuku’s waist firmly from behind as his other hand comes up to tug his shorts down.

Izuku is flailing in the unyielding hold, yipping like a panicked puppy.

“For the love of god please leave my ass alooooone!!”

Chapter 11: Tokoyami & Todoroki & Sero vs ? : Squishy Enemy

Chapter Text

The wind patters against his face. Cradling his precious cargo close to his body, Izuku inhales a deep grounding breath.

“Come down Izuku!”

Emerald eyes shining with distrust flick down towards the owner of the voice. The clay tiles beneath his bare feet are hot from soaking the midday sun, a mild discomfort he can easily brush off. The standoff has been going on for a while now with neither sides backing down. He definitely wouldn't be the first one to.

“No!” the omega yells back in fiery defiance.

Shouto is leaning over the balcony railing, staring up at him with a harmless expression poised to placate, “Please?”

The alpha is wearing an innocuous T-shirt with soba printed graphic, hair slightly mussed from his light nap, looking as innocent as ever but Izuku won’t be fooled.

“We won’t do anything bad,” another voice pipes in in a pacifying tone. Hanta smiles up at the omega from beside Shouto, “We just wanna take a quick look at it, no harm done, promise.”

Izuku frowns, hugging the soft item in his arms tighter, “I don’t believe you.”

He wants to trust them but it’s hard when the three of them are cornering him like this, just searching for a chip in his armor before striking. The rooftop is hardly an ideal place to hold his ground but he'd make do. It’s clear in his mind’s eye just what would transpire were he carelessly let that happen. A charred remains of what he’s protecting in his arms. His inner omega shudders at the thought.

Hanta shoots a slow-sailing line of tape just to poke fun at him, but Izuku bristles like a startled cat and leaps away from the rooftop in a flash of electric green.

“sh*t he’s taking off! I’m sorry Izu, stop!” Hanta cries out.

“In his current condition-” Fumikage starts in alarm.

Shouto leaps off the balcony without a word, ice forming beneath his feet to smooth his landing, hot on their omega’s trail with not a second wasted. The other two briskly follow behind with a flare of black wings and targeted dispatching of white tapes.

Izuku wonders how such a peaceful day can go downhill so fast. One languid moment he was so comfy, surrounded by softness, and the next second he was bolting like his life was on the line, barefoot, to god knows where until he can shake off his adamant and frankly unreasonable pursuers!

It’s such a blissful sensation, being cushioned by softness and warmth when his lower belly is churning with heat and his skin turns sensitised. The curtains are mostly drawn closed, only letting minimal amount of sunlight through as Izuku lounges on his pile of comfort, soft fabric and squishy surface. The room where Mineta used to inhabit prior to his expulsion has been converted to a nest room of some sort where the pack has dutifully developed for their omega’s ultimate comfort. Izuku’s impressive collection of hero merchandise and the mounting gifts his packmates have given the omega have found their home here, most of which are actually customised plush toys in the image of the packmate who gifts him said toy.

Izuku, for one, cherishes each one of them, purring while hugging Mezou’s and Mina’s shaped dolls and all the other ones positioned lower down that he can’t quite see. His nest is massive, sprawling wide like resting on top of clouds, just as he likes it. Nestled close to his side, Shouto’s arm slung over his waist is warm, radiating safety.

It’s something insignificant really, it shouldn’t have raised any alarms but it apparently, unfortunately does.

“What’s that Izuku?”

The soft voice asks as Izuku picks up a particular doll and puts it in the centre of his nest hoard, warming it up with his body like a hen to an egg.

Through his sluggish, heat-ladened mind Izuku only responds with a lazy, “...mmgh?”

There’s probably something in the alpha’s tone that alerts the other alpha there, “What?”, Fumikage questions, eyes searching Shouto’s.

There’s a slight movement from Shouto, body tilting closer to observe, “Saw something that shouldn’t be in the pile”

Fumikage seems to have picked up on what Shouto is referring to.

“Oh."

The hair on the back of the sleepy omega’s neck is inexplicably prickling. He feels suddenly more awake now as he stares at his alphas’ faces in rising trepidation.

“Will you let us take a look?”

Izuku doesn’t like the look in both of their eyes.

So that’s the uneventful event preceding this wild chase. Izuku is now zipping through the vast forested area surrounding the perimeter of the school, zig-zagging his way through densely packed trunks and foliage in an attempt to lose his pursuers. Hanta has apparently decided to join the alphas’ side when he stepped into the nest room while delivering food. Now Izuku is forced to duck and dodge the constant showers of tapes, the beta shouting for him to stop. As if he will!

There’s a shadow which is consistently casted over his head, Izuku cranes his neck upwards.

Fumikage has been increasingly proficient in manipulating Dark Shadow so far that he can even give aerial chase, smoothly weaving through branches as if he has had wings his whole life. There’s Hanta as well, the timing and direction he cleverly utilises his tapes allow him to closely keep up with the fleeing omega.

At least Izuku’s tactic is semi-working in stalling one of his pursuers, out of the corner of his periphery the omega can tell Shouto is falling back, quirk not suited for constant agile maneuvering.

Izuku sees a break in the treeline. Pumping his legs faster he burst out the opening-

-only to see that he’s plunging down a tall cliff to a ravine. He does vaguely recall such a structure exists during his past solo touring of the forest. However, far from letting the adrenaline strike fear in his heart, a wide victorious grin spreads across his face. This is a golden opportunity that can work in his favour. There are no trees or anything that Hanta can conveniently use to maneuver forward, the ones growing on the other side of the cliff is too far to reach. The beta will be forced to circle around or slowly pave the steep route down. Potentially leaving only Fumikage for him to deal with.

Thank goodness that his quirk greatly strengthens his skin, even slamming down the bottom of the ravine so hard that it creates a crater with his bare foot he hardly feels anything. With a single powerful leap he is up the other side of the cliff, beaming in elation of his assured victory.

When he turns around though, expecting to spot frustration crossing his packmates’ faces and maybe them calling truce, his jaws nearly drop in shock.

There’s a massive ice slide materialising down the cliff, curving upward like a rollercoaster as it touches the lowest altitude of the ravine. Fluttering black wings are spread above Shouto with Fumikage having his arms wrapped securely around the alpha’s torso from behind. Both boys slide up the ice and suddenly they are airborne, already positioned above a stock-still Izuku.

“Are you kidding me?!” Izuku screeches in utter incredulity.

Hanta’s head appears from behind the swirling shadows, grinning maniacally, “Yo Izu!”

Izuku snaps to full awareness again when showers of tapes pelt down indiscriminately like arrows on the battlefield. So now he’s forced to dodge a barrage of ice, tapes and shadow arms allat the same time, his zigzagging tactic no longer effective what with his pursuers essentially moving as a single entity. His packmates are nuts! There’s no way he can shake them off while they’re a combined force (literally) like this, like some sort of nightmarish power rangers when they merge into their mega humanoid robot form!

In his frantic continued fleeing, sorting through strategies and ways to win, it finally clicks. There’s one person that can potentially rescue him out of this situation.

On this slow Sunday, Aizawa is cooped up in his room grading papers. The breeze coming in from his open window in this hot temperature feels nice. Positioned comfortably on his chair, he lazily roves over the work of his students, red pen crossing wrong answers and correcting them.

Just as his eyes pick up on slight disturbance in his periphery he is barreled by a blur of sparkling green that is heavy as f*ck, excuse his language, jolting him into full state of alertness. His eyes reflexively flash red.

Aizawa is ready to strike the intruder when a familiar sniffle informs him of his identity. He relaxes and deactivates his quirk.

“This is the seventh floor,” Aizawa states flatly.

Well, apparently grading papers has to wait, interrupted by a lapful of omega that is currently clinging to him as if his life depends on it.

“Please save me and my baby sensei!!!” Midoriya bawls, fat tears spurting out his big green eyes.

His surprise guest of the day turns out to not only be Midoriya, another three most definitely unwelcomed ones show up just a few seconds after, also through his open window. He's definitely keeping the windows closed next time.

“So let me get this straight.” Aizawa pinches the skin atop the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache forming. Even with the windows open, heady heat pheromones infiltrates the room, seeping into the fabric of his clothing. This is so beyond troublesome. “You chased your omega in heat all over campus just because you dislike the fact that Midoriya has a plush doll of me?”

The plush doll in question, squeezed protectively between the omega’s and the alpha teacher’s bodies, is frankly nothing much to look at. Black hair and the signature capture weapon around its neck, black beady embroidered eyes. Certainly does not pose even the minuscule level of threat the caliber of a piece of paper accidentally causing a paper cut. Yet the trio is acting as if they’re facing an S level villain and is hellbent on incinerating it off existence, bloodlust shining in their eyes.

Hanta sputters, pink flushing his cheeks, “B-but he ran away first! And it’s not ‘just’, that’s like finding another person’s underwear in your boyfriend’s house!”

“Or the betrayal a cat feels when sniffing another cat’s scent on his human’s hand,” Shouto says darkly.

Hanta scratches the back of his head, “Uuh that analogy is a bit...”

“Simply put, the sight repulses me. This treachery is akin to a spear bathed in the blood of the unworthy piercing my jet black heart.” Eyes closed pensively, Fumikage rests a hand over his heart in what could amount to displaying emotional devastation. His beak twitches in distaste as when he pans his gaze it lands on the object of his animosity, nestled in the omega’s lap. “Not to mention, I find that that plush toy with those black beady, lethargic-looking eyes and drab colouring is a gravely inadequate nest material for our beloved omega.” The venom dripping out his voice could have probably dissolved the aforementioned toy, reducing it to a hunk of unidentifiable blend of stuffings and plush skin.

Aizawa sitting there, hair tied in a slovenly-done low ponytail, dressed in his ratty sleep shirt and sweatpants and sleep-deprived eyes looking unimpressed, “Sorry for being so uninspiring,” he says in a deadpanned tone.

“No offense intended.” Hanta flashes a cheeky grin.

Black Shadow nods sagely, “You can’t help who you are.”

“All of you are being ridiculous!” Izuku points out with a reprimanding pout, “I’m a big fan of Eraserhead so it’s understandable that I have his merch plushy okay? I also have a ton of All Might plushies!”

Shouto’s eyes flash at that, “Where?”

As his students continue to bicker, Aizawa lets out a long suffering sigh. He glances out the window and spots an aberrant ice structure jutting out the line of trees. The evidence of utter idiocy, it’s apparent that lesson on common decency is imperative. Also if they still have the energy to do this that means his already hellish training regime by his standard needs to be upgraded.

Quirk flaring once again, the alpha barks out, “Enough! You’ll return back to your dorm peacefully, and you’ll let Midoriya decide for himself what material he wants in his nest. And Todoroki, I want that ice thing gone by tomorrow. Is that clear?”

At least they have the decency to look chagrined, “Yes sensei...”

Now fairly assured that the three wouldn’t jump the omega, Aizawa pats his omega student’s back reassuringly, “You can go now.”

It’s silent back on the way to the dorm. Izuku is walking ahead of them, back stiff. His Eraserhead plushie clutched tightly to his chest. The silence allows for rationality to take primary hold on their minds instead of instinctive possessiveness over a pack omega, letting the processing of the just transpired event quietly.

“Sorry...” The apology is quiet, full of guilt. “We’ll learn to love it.”

“Him. And I’m not getting rid of him anytime soon,” Izuku huffs, the heat still in his tone.

“What can we do to make up for it?” Shouto slightly hastens his walking, falling into pace next to the omega.

The glint in the green irises is almost challenging as the omega leers at him, “I want Mount Lady and Kamui Woods plushies. Oh also Hawks. You know, since they are also my favourite heroes.”

A sigh that almost sounds like defeat, “Anything for our omega.”

After a much needed shower from all the running, Izuku is back in his nest room along with Shouto. The alpha hisses as Izuku dabs an antiseptic-doused cotton ball carefully on the scrap wounds on the sole of his foot.

“Hurts?” Izuku whispers, looking into Shouto’s eyes.

Shouto shakes his head, “No. It’s my fault anyway. Are yours really fine?”

Izuku shows his feet, completely unmarred, “Yes, as you know my quirk doesn’t only strengthen my muscles but also my skin.”

“That’s good.” Shouto smiles in relief. It was really unacceptable of him to not notice his omega's state of barefootedness when they carelessly chased after him. Granted it was Izuku that ran first, but still it is their responsibility to keep him undisturbed during his heat and that includes not giving him a reason to run in the first place.

“Okay done!” Izuku chirps as he finishes cleaning the wounds and putting bandaids on. They both lie down in the nest pile once again, peaceful minutes passing in companionable silence. Omega heat scent is thick around them, signalling that Izuku’s peak heat is imminent.

“Sleepy,” the omega mumbles, snuggling deeper into his array of pack scented fabrics and plushies.

Shouto huddles in close. Their other packmates will soon be here to accompany the omega when he hits peak heat.

“Sleep then.”

Chapter 12: Caretaker Unite!

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“Aaaaaa open wide! Here comes the avion~” A spoon packing rice and cut karaage glides in the air, accompanied by a ‘whoosh’ that supposedly mimics an airplane sound to eventually land inside Izuku’s open mouth.

‘This is so embarrassing,’Izuku thinks while chewing with flushed-pink cheeks. His shame is soon replaced with awe as his taste buds properly register the food swirling in his mouth.

“This ish sho good~!” he moans through his mouthful, bliss overtaking his expression.

Rikidou smiles in pride, staring at the omega fondly, “Eat slowly. I’ve made dessert too.”

In his enthusiastic gobbling down the plateful of food (with the aid of equally enthusiastic Yuuga), some of the pieces inadvertently go down the wrong pipe and cause Izuku to cough rather violently. Kouda immediately springs into action, snatching a glass of water and pressing it to the omega’s lips.

Izuku takes big gulps down in succession then makes a small motion with his jaw to indicate that he’s had enough. The shine in his green eyes shows gratefulness accompanied by a warm smile, “Thanks Kouji.”

Kouji visibly brightens up, a shy smile making its appearance.

Why is he being fed and attended to like a child some may ask? Izuku supposes that he only has himself to blame.

Shockwave Palm. That’s the temporary name for a quirk technique Izuku has been diligently developing on his own. An upgrade to his Delaware Smash: Air Force, it involves springing all four fingers against his thumb simultaneously to create a gust of air powerful enough to punch enemies off their feet. Despite the fact that self practicing quirk techniques isn't an uncommon pastime at all for heroics students and even encouraged without teacher supervision (provided no public amenities are getting blown apart), Izuku is someone you can call ambitious to the point of not knowing his own limits. In the end, he has overtaxed the muscles of his fingers so much that it hurts to even grip a glass of water to drink.

And thus the pack announcement once Tenya is made aware of the situation concerning his omega.

“Attention please, I have an important announcement to make,” Tenya says, hands flying in firm karate chops to express the enormity of the situation. Most of the pack are relaxing around the common room but everyone promptly drops whatever they’re doing once they take notice of the omega who is fidgeting restlessly next to their lead alpha. More specifically, of his bandaged hands. “Izuku has injured both of his hands so he essentially can’t use them for the next couple of days”, the lead alpha then briefly explains how this dire situation came to be.

Scanning his eyes over the serious faces of his pack, Tenya ends his announcement with a slightly commanding note, “Therefore I highly hope everyone will be willing to lend a hand in taking care of him.”

“I’m so sorry for troubling you all!” Izuku squeaks and falls into a perfect ninety-degree bow. He can’t believe that due to his carelessness he’ll be burdening his pack like this!

What he misses since his eyes are squeezed shut and facing the ground is the determined almost giddy faces of his packmates upon hearing this information. In three seconds flat they are already crowding the omega, transforming into the generic overprotective eager-to-serve alphas and betas at this perfect opportunity presented before them to coddle their omega. Hovering around him like mother hens, all are practically tripping over themselves at any chance to help. Even help that Izuku doesn’t exactly need.

“I can still walk...” Izuku mumbles. It feels nice to be carried like this… but he feels awkward and self-conscious from all the eyes he can feel on him.

“I know, I just like having you in my arms!” Eijirou declares loudly with a grin. He then lightly jostles the blushing omega up and down, “You’re so light Izu, we gotta pack more meat in you, man!”

The next order of the day after lunch is shower. Which is another hurdle in itself. Izuku deeply appreciates all the attempts of caring for him, however, he swears this is shaping to be some sort of an obstacle course of humiliation that makes his cheeks burn hotter than chugging a bottle of chilli.

“Why are you being such a prude nerd, we’ve showered together plenty of times before!”

There’s an insistent hand trying to tug down his pants which Izuku desperately tries to fend off by wiggling and twisting away.

“May I remind you that those times happened to be when we were kids..!” Izuku squeaks.

Katsuki catches the escaping omega by his hips, wrapping a burly arm around to secure his flailing quarry to himself. The alpha’s free hand then roams down a meaty thigh, marvelling the thickness and squeezing intermittently, “What’s the big deal, I’ll get to enjoy all of this eventually.” The words a purr, tone thick with suggestiveness, “Who knows that this string bean nerd grows up to be such a full course meal~”

“Aaaaand please pardon the intrusion, Your Horniness.” Kyouka shoves an elbow into Katsuki's side while making her way through between the two, the action looks very much deliberate and causes Katsuki to let loose a disgruntled grunt. She makes sure that it doesn’t jostle Izuku much as interference is obviously necessary here. “This humble servant comes bearing shower supplies and being useful instead of running her mouth off with indecent and unsolicited commentary.”

Just as she said, a fluffy towel is slung over her arm as well as various toiletries are cradled to her body.

“f*ck off, Ears,” Katsuki growls with fangs bared towards the beta. Kyouka stares back at him with a flat face, utterly unimpressed.

“As crude as ever with your words, Katsuki.” Shouto lets out a small derisive scoff then turns towards the trembling omega, “Just ignore him Izuku, I’ll wash you without the ulterior motive of ogling your body like a certain immoral pervert. Trust me.”

“Shut your trap half-half, you can’t even be trusted with wearing your own shirt correctly to not be f*cking inside-out like a moron.”

Shouto looks mildly offended and embarrassed at the same time, “That was one time...”

“You guys are embarrassing.” Ochako shakes her head.

“Behave boys.” Momo who has just arrived at the scene already turns warning eyes at the two, having pieced together a rough assessment of the situation. Pulling her shirt up to expose her belly, it shines as she pulls out an object. It appears to be a lilac-coloured thin sheet of rubber with strings at its ends. Momo demonstrates the supposed way of wearing it by wrapping it around her waist with the strings positioned at one of her hips, “This sheet will help cover you up, will you feel more comfortable with this on and let us help wash your body, Izu?” She asks the omega, a warm smile curving her lips.

Izuku beams at his saviour, “Yes please!”

Because Katsuki and Shouto can’t stop hurling scathing remarks at each other and at one point are growling so loud that it might as well be preface to a full-blown cat fight, they are promptly thrown out by Momo and banned from entering the communal bathroom while Izuku is still in there. Momo and Ochako work together to soap and clean Izuku, mindful of their hands not wandering too close to his privates and spooking the already jumpy omega further.

“Taadaa~!!” Tooru holds up a pajama set, excitement practically bubbles off her. The top has buttons at the front and is chosen presumably so that he can slide each individual hand in the sleeve easily. They’re white with red strawberries prints all over them. They look cute in a babyish way and he certainly doesn’t remember owning such a set.

“That is a bit...” Izuku has the urge to scratch the back of his head nervously then remembers about the state of his mummy-wrapped hand.

They’re in his room, Izuku having been deposited by Momo and Ochako there who left to prepare some warm milk for him. The omega is bare except for the towel wrapped around his waist.Mina is gently patting another towel to soak off excess water still left on Izuku’s skin, the omega’s eyes are averted to the side and his cheeks are sporting the ever-present blush.

“There’s nothing to be shy about, champ,” she cheerfully says, “Let Mina take good care of this snack of a bod!”

The pajama is made of a really soft material, his inner omega purring its bliss. Izuku is then herded to sit on his bed so Tsuyu can blow dry his hair. The hairdryer's power plug is held in Denki’s mouth, the blond insisting that he wants to do it despite there being a power socket in convenient reach.

It’s calm for a while before ruckus is heard approaching the open door. Two figures skid to a stop simultaneously.

“Dude your fat ass is in the way!” Hanta complains, roughly decking his hip at the other body. There’s a mountain of clothing piled in his arms and based on the whiff of warmth and detergent wafting off them they must have been retrieved fresh out the laundry drier.

“I can say the same thing” Mashirao grunts over his own pile. The so-called fat ass, which is 90% made up of his tail, flails out and accidentally rams against Hanta’s side, causing him to topple over comically alongside his dragon hoard’s worth of clothes.

“Oops?” The tailed-alpha can’t help but chuckle at the sight of Hanta buried under the mountain of fabric, the beta dramatically moaning in pain.

Izuku though, bursts out in full-belly laughter. After having seen and experienced his packmates’ antics throughout the day, one might be funnier and more embarrassing than the other, he is just overcome by overwhelming happiness at the raw affection he can feel bellying each of their helping hands. All of their actions are fueled by love, love that he will not take for granted and swears will reciprocate back ten folds.

He must have been the luckiest omega on earth.

Chapter 13: Yaoyorozu vs Aoyama vs Asui: Sensory Game

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With such a huge pack constantly craving for attention from their one and only omega, it’s imperative to always monitor the allocation of fair time for each pack member to spend with Izuku. And to uphold it lest anyone feels left out and deprived of the natural need to nurture an intimate relationship with their omega.

This so-called ‘play time’.

It’s Momo, Yuuga and Tsuyu’s long-awaited turn. Prior to this they have collectively agreed upon Momo’s bedroom to be their play site.

Izuku is seated on top of a thin floor cushion with his legs folded neatly in a seiza position and hands resting on his thighs. A blood red silk blindfold is wrapped around his eyes. The other three are observing, standing a fair distance away around him.

Momo is now striding a slow circle around Izuku, eyes taking meticulous note of the omega’s body language as she whispers out, “Good?”

Izuku gives an affirmative nod. There’s a smile perched on his lips and back ram-rod straight yet still appearing completely relaxed.

“Anything we can do to make you feel more comfortable?” Tsuyu asks softly.

“No, this is fine. I’m ready.”

Momo stops right in front of Izuku and kneels down. Her expression conveys nothing but stalwart concentration as she raises her arm and juts her elbow out. Yuuga and Tsuyu are watching mutely, brows furrowed.

Very slowly, she moves her arm closer. Closer. Until the flattest part of her elbow makes the lightest of contact with Izuku’s cheek. She immediately retracts back her arm.

Izuku hums in thought. “Hmm.. Feels bony..” His head co*cks slightly to the side, still deep in contemplation.

“Is it your heel?” He guesses.

Momo’s previously dead serious expression cracks into a self-satisfied grin. “Nope! One more chance!”

Izuku groans in a mild expression of disappointment. The omega’s forehead is creasing up as he tries to recall all the details of the physical sensation and match it up accordingly in his mind. A minute passes before he settles on his final answer.

“Elbow.”

The three clap their hands loudly. “Bingo! We’re off to a great start!”

A bright smile blooms on Izuku’s face. “Yay!”

Tsuyu steps closer to take her turn. Her tongue darts out and touches the tip of Izuku’s nose.

Izuku chuckles. “That one’s easy! It’s your tongue Tsuyu-chan!”

Tsuyu nods, the smile crinkling her eyes into upside down crescent shapes. “Correct!”

Yuuga approaches Izuku with a natural sway to his hips. The beta bends his head down and blows hot air onto Izuku’s ear, pulling a giggle out of the omega. Then he presses a discreet pinky finger to Izuku’s earlobe.

“It’s a finger!” Izuku exclaims triumphantly.

“C'est exact, mon chéri. But the question is what finger?”

“Eeeeh..?” Izuku says with a protesting tone. “There are five of them, how am I supposed to guess which one’s the right one?”

“What are you guys doing?” Ochako asks curiously, suddenly appearing at the door of Momo’s bedroom and pushing it open. Her little group has just stopped by the slightly ajar door, intrigued by the hyper voice belonging to their omega.

Tsuyu explains, “It’s a game. Izuku has to guess which of our specific body part that touches his body at a random spot while being blindfolded.”

“Sounds fun! Can we join?” Mina flashes a blinding smile.

Yuuga shakes his head and holds up three fingers. “Non non. Only trois personnes at a time.”

“Ha lame! You cowards are making this way too f*cking easy. Let me show you how to spice things up.” Katsuki strides in like he owns the place as his hands go to unbuckle the belt of his pants. It takes precisely half a second for the realisation of the alpha’s less than innocent intention to dawn on everyone’s mind.

“Stop that degenerate this instant!” Momo yells, a forefinger pointed incriminatingly at the blond certified menace.

Without further prompting everyone proceeds to fling themselves and dogpile Katsuki, the alpha reacting accordingly by howling in rage and bucking violently like a wild ox. While propriety is not Katsuki’s strong suit and his demeanour is concordant more to that of a delinquent than a model student, Katsuki is still number 2 in terms of academic ranking in their class, only bested by Momo. But there are undeniably times where it seems like every bit of that intelligence has been flushed down the drain and he’s left operating on a single horny brain cell.

After some painstaking effort, eventually, finally, they manage to herd out all the unwelcome non-players. Everyone just couldn’t help themselves with Izuku, could they?

Wiping the sweat off her brow, Momo blows out a relieved sigh. “Okay now that’s done we can finally continue!”

It’s the next level of the game and things are heating up. Now they’re using props and Izuku has to guess what it is, or at least its purpose.

The props are all laid out neatly on the floor. There are bright pink feathers of which ends are bundled neatly into a long thin handle, a black leather strap connected to a silicone ball in the middle, red ropes, leather cuffs with dangling dark-silver chains as well as a variety of other decidedly unnamed things. Mostly made out of leather.

Momo is all sunshine smiles. “I’ll go first.”

“Non! I will take the honour!” Yuuga insists with surprising vehemence.

“Kero!”

No one wants to relent so a heated argument erupts, all trying to talk over each other, then before long they’re grappling each other like five year-olds fighting over a toy.

“Okay okay truce everyone! Let’s just let Izuku choose who he wants to play with first.” Momo huffs, extricating herself out of the pile of bodies and running her fingers once through disheveled hair.

“Come here, mon amour.” Yuuga croons, the beckoning tone all sweet honeyed-candy.

Tsuyu is kneeling, tapping the floor repeatedly in front of her with both hands. “Izu-chan, come, come.”

“Come to me Izuku.” Momo says. There’s slight alpha infused in her tone but Momo isn’t inclined to regard it as cheating, not at all. “Come here, sweetie.”

Izuku of course can’t see what they’re doing but he can still hear. And it really does sound like they’re calling for a pet dog instead of him. Do they want him to crawl there on all fours or something?

“This is such a weird play.” Izuku chuckles, scratching the back of his head uneasily. “And I can’t choose between you guys. Can’t you just rock-paper-scissors it out?”

“No!”

His packmates can be weirdly obstinate at times for reasons common logic can’t afford to justify. Suppressing a sigh, Izuku’s back slumps slightly in defeat. “Fine we can discuss it first, can I open the blindfold now at least?”

“Non!”

“The blindfold is the key element to sensory deprivation play. When you’re robbed of your sense of sight it will elevate the sensitivity of your other senses, kero. In this case your sense of touch.” Tsuyu says in a serious tone. Izuku, as stated, is blindfolded so he’s handicapped in a way that he can’t detect visual non-verbal cues that can help him make sense of their quite frankly nonsensical reasoning.

“What are you even talking about?” Izuku frowns, thoroughly confused.

It’s silent for a few seconds before there’s a rustling sound that indicates movement. “Let us show you.”

“Hey Tenya, they’ve been inside for way too long!” Denki whines, scooching into Tenya’s lap like an overgrown lap dog. “Let’s check on them!”

Tenya is one of the enforcers for fair ‘play time’ and normally won’t intrude on any unless he hears some distressing sounds. Currently though, his packmates have been pestering him non-stop about checking up on the four in Momo’s room. The alpha is fairly certain nothing’s going on, especially since Momo is there to responsibly keep watch on things, but Denki’s puppy eyes are staring up pleadingly at him.

Sighing, Tenya’s hand reaches down to stroke Denki’s golden strands of hair, pulling a small delighted moan out of the beta. “We’ll just take a look, ok? Make sure everything’s fine.” He gently deposits Denki to the side of the couch so he can stand up.

“Hell yeah class dad! He’s not gonna let monopoly slide!” Hanta cheers, following behind Tenya and the rest of his entourage to Momo’s floor.

Tenya resists the urge to release another exasperated sigh and goes to explain patiently again. “I told you no one is monopolising ‘play time’, everyone has their fair share and has to respect each other’s. We’ve had this conversation countless times before, Hanta, so please...”

The door is pushed open and the words die in Tenya’s throat.

Izuku is laying on Momo’s oversized lavish bed… bound from neck down to his creamy calves with red ropes in intricate symmetry. The attention to detail is admittedly impressive if not for them having their brains short-circuiting due to the outrageous sight currently afflicting their omega. Momo appears to be doing some last-minute adjustments so the ropes rest more snugly against Izuku’s body, her shocked wide eyes directed at them like a deer in the headlights and mouth slightly agape. Tsuyu is caught holding a pink feather tickler near Izuku’s face, equally wide-eyed. Yuuga is busying himself with a variety of cuffs, perfectly unconcerned.

Silence is hanging like a death god’s scythe against a mortal’s throat as both parties stare wordlessly at each other.

“Anything to say for yourselves?” Tenya asks. His tone is perfectly neutral as if he’s just merely asking what time it is. There’s no discernible emotion in his expression. And that’s exactly what makes it ten-folds scarier.

Momo instinctively averts her gaze down to avoid making direct eye contact with the lead alpha. “Um. We should’ve locked the door?”

“It’s unbecoming of you all to intrude on someone’s private session without express permission.” Yuuga harrumphs with his nose turned up, acting very much like the so-called ‘intruders’ are the one at fault here.

“What session!” Mina screeches indignantly, popping into sight from behind Tenya’s back.

Tenya sighs, fixing his glasses to rest more snugly against the bridge of his nose. With a single hand he pulls his tie off his school uniform and unbuttons the first button of his collar. The tie is then dropped carelessly on the floor as he takes a casual step into the room. Bending down, the alpha picks up the flogger made of long rectangular strips of black leather.

Straightening to his full stature, Tenya’s lips curve into a small smile, yet there’s a slight crook to it that can’t exactly be defined as a smile. “Shall I set up a new ‘session’ then?” Tenya croons, the deep alpha rumble slipping into his voice. It’s presented as a question but it sounds more like a statement. The light in his blue irises sharpens coupled with the ring of a single decisive snap of the flogger against empty air.

“Get them.”

“Aye aye, alpha!” Eijirou slams a fist to his open palm, a shark-like grin stretching his lips. Shouto steps forward, making a show of cracking his neck dramatically. Ochako grins deviously, an ominous dark shadow falling over her face.

A shiver breaks across the trio’s spines simultaneously at all the devil eyes shining upon them.

“Wa-wait!”

“Kyaaaa ayez pitié!”

“Ke-kero help!”

The omega is clueless, blinded as he is, of the terror scene about to unfold akin to a pack of starving hyena cornering their helpless prey. Are they still playing the game?

“What’s happening? Can someone untie me, please?” Izuku calls out in confusion and concern from the bed, tugging uselessly at his restraints. Of course he can easily break himself out with a little help from his quirk but he really doesn’t want to irreparably damage his packmate’s properties. It’s a moot concern anyway since his voice gets quickly drowned out by the crescendoing screams.

And this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper.

Chapter 14: Bakugou vs Todoroki: The Cabin (Part 1)

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Hero study is hard. You’ll never know when a simple training session or a surprise run-in with a rogue villain might end with broken bones or not-so-minor injuries. Still, in the opinion of most students though, they prefer this kind of bodily risk over taking on the duties of normal students. The textbook portion of the hero course curriculum sits on a scale between exceptionally boring and astronomically difficult, some days feel as if the contents of their skulls are practically liquefying from being overheated by the textual and numerical torture.

That’s why Aizawa’s announcement sounds like the chime of a saving bell after a gruelling hour of grappling with fluid mechanics and capillary theories.

“You’ll be staying at Miyakojima Cabin at Tochigi for 3 days and 2 nights. The purpose of this trip is to prepare you to face a number of different scenarios that’ll be vital for hero work,” Aizawa says, half-asleep. A map of the designated place is plastered on the whiteboard.

Needless to say, all the exhausted faces simultaneously light up like Christmas lights.

“You’re the best sensei!” Hanta shouts with grateful tears streaming down his eyes.

“Wooo! It’s gonna be the greatest vacation ever!” Denki adds, followed quickly by the resounding exclamations of joy from the rest of the pack.

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Booted soles scrape against the scree slope followed by a groan of frustration, the expelled puff of breath misting visibly in the chilled predawn air. Denki, self-acclaimed star student of 1-A, wants nothing more than to drop dead at this very moment.

His other packmates are not faring any better as well, marching forward with the enthusiasm level of a sloth and various degrees of dishevelled states. Fumikage is sporting the most impressive bed hair ever, black feathers all puffed up and sticking out to multiple directions.

“Worst vacation ever,” Denki grumbles, a foot slipping against slippery gravel and loose rocks, again, and barely succeeding in preventing himself from falling down face first (it had happened once). “The sun isn’t even up yet and Aizawa-sensei already kicked us out of our beds and told us to hike up this huge-ass mountain.”

He is convinced that this blatant show of dictatorship must have violated at least some of their student rights, depriving them of having plenty hours of sleep for one! They’re growing teenagers for Christ's sake!

“As heroes you have to be ready to respond to any emergencies, he said. Villains attack at all hours and not only at standard work hours, he said,” Denki puckers his lips mockingly as he vocalises the words, doing a barely passable attempt at impersonating their teacher.

“Quit your sh*tty complaining, Pikachu. If being woken up at ungodly hours f*cks up your performance then forget becoming a hero, you are just a plain lame-ass loser,” Katsuki barks out. He looks completely fresh and awake and definitely not like he just rolled out of bed 15 minutes before the start of this great hike when Aizawa stormed into their cabin room with a loudspeaker at full blast.

Tsuyu lets loose a big yawn that she covers up with a hand. “No one wakes up at 4 a.m. everyday for morning exercise like you do, Katsuki-chan.”

“Don’t blame your f*cking weakness on me!” The sheer volume of his outburst rattles everyone like leaves being assaulted by a gust of strong wind. Some slump down even lower, still sucked out of their energy and couldn’t care less about responding to their raucous alpha, and others jerk upright as if they just got electrocuted.

“Isn’t it tiring to keep so much anger in and blast it out whenever the slightest opportunity presents itself?” Shouto, bless his cluelessly confrontational puppy heart, chimes in without thought of the subsequent uproar that would follow.

Uh oh.

The rest brace for the imminent auditory impact.

Katsuki stomps over towards Shouto like a vengeful storm, screaming, “That’s rich coming from someone who has the emotional capacity of a sh*tty floppy seaweed and a fat zero for an alpha!”

Shouto is as unruffled as ever, not a single facial muscle twitching in response to the aggression practically rolling off Katsuki like fumes. “If by your definition the desirable metric of an alpha is to explode every second then I’ll pass. I would argue that there’s more merit in being cool-headed,” then he turns towards Tenya, “Don’t you think so?”

Tenya is seriously questioning his past decision of approving these two knuckleheads as their pack’s prime alphas, and is currently having a monster of a headache from all the nonsensical screaming. He inhales in a deep breath and shakes away the image of bending both misbehaving alphas over his knees, bums high up in the air. That’s a thought that he might revisit in the foreseeable future.

Think of calming thoughts… An image of Izuku wrapped up in his nest, big doe eyes peeking out from under a fluffy blanket pops into his mind. Tenya exhales.

Back to the question at hand, as Tenya doesn’t want to pick sides and causes another round of outrage he settles with a more diplomatic answer. “Yes, it’ll be beneficial if one can remain calm in difficult crises to be able to work out the best solution. But it’s also no less important to trust your instincts and just act. It might save precious time in comparison to formulating and carrying out a complicated strategy.”

Katsuki levels a self-satisfied smirk towards Shouto. “f*cking get it now? The villain would have already vanished to god knows where by the time you finish putting your princess pants on and all that’s left in the dust is the f*cking stench of failure!”

“Oh you’re a charmer yourself, dear Katsuki, especially your one-trick-pony fighting style of mindlessly blowing everything up,” Shouto says calmly, coming up nose-to-nose to the alpha who is near reaching his eruption point. That expression of pure unadulterated rage on a human’s face is honestly incredible, fit to be an exhibit in a museum.

Momo steps in between the two and forcibly breaks apart the bubble of anger. “Alright, calm down!”

“Instead of fruitless bickering, how about a race to the mountain top to prove who’s the most talented alpha? The one that reaches the finish point first can be double-checked when we get down the mountain with Aizawa-sensei,” she says, tapping a small circular device stuck to her sweatshirt below her right clavicle. Everyone has a GPS tracker clipped to their clothing to help Aizawa determine which person has cleared the mission and when.

Momo then casually gestures a hand towards their tired-looking omega. “The winner will marry Izuku.”

“Huh??” Izuku, who was slinking forward with his soul half leaving his body, sobers up instantaneously and whips his horrified face towards Momo. Why and how and when in All Might’s name did he get roped in this discussion??

A good half of the class is also staring at Momo as if she’s grown insane. They thought she was breaking up the quarrel but that is more like the equivalent of throwing oil into fire and preparing Izuku as the main course raw meat to hang over said fire!

“Let’s f*cking do it.” The bloodthirst in Katsuki’s eyes is scalding as he cracks his neck. Then he jabs a forefinger towards Izuku’s direction with the sort of fierce energy as if he’s challenging his most hated sworn enemy to a death match, and finishes the gesture by raking a thumb across his neck. There is smoke puffing out his fanged mouth, and black has practically swallowed up his irises.

“Deku! Get ready to be my damn bride once I get down the mountain!” he bellows.

Shouto, on the other hand, radiates the energy of a peaceful angel, small flowers blooming in the aura blanketing his form. “Izuku, you’ll look beautiful in a white wedding dress.”

Momo sashays forward, apparently already committed to her role as an impromptu flag girl, she outstretches the hand that is gripping a classic checkered flag (when did she make it??) as she sticks her hip to one side, “Ready… Start!”

Whoosssh!

Both alphas speed forward in dizzying speed, leaving a trail of dust, smoke and ice.

After a brief silence that blankets the gawking audience, Hanta looks to Momo with wide eyes and says, “Uuuh... We’re a pack, technically we’re already married to each other.”

Momo nods, looking satisfied. “Exactly. Whoever the winner is won’t actually change the outcome. Tell two greedy bulls there’s a field of lush green grass on the other side of the forest and they’ll abandon the one right beneath their feet they’re currently munching on to march straight there.”

She is right, of course. Yet, what is logic in riled-up alpha hind brains? Logic might as well take a one-way trip to the incinerator. Whoever the winner is will demand a wedding, ceremony and all, with the omega right then and there. The sun is barely peeking out of the horizon and Izuku is already nursing the beginning of a magnificent migraine.

“I need to lay down somewhere,” Izuku says, “And sleep. And not wake up ever again.”

He then stumbles away in search of the nearest spot of land fit to be his grave.

“Are you okay? What about the mission?” Mezou plods after him.

“I’ll carry you Izu!” Mina follows suit and declares with a wide grin.

As they flock Izuku, eager to help their light-headed omega in any way they can, Kyouka turns towards Momo with a questioning gaze. “Um, where’s your tracker? Don’t tell me you lost it.” There’s a distinct lack of the bright red circle previously spotted on Momo’s sweatshirt. It’ll be a herculean task to find it if it accidentally falls down, not to mention will slow them down significantly when there is a time limit set by their strict teacher.

A smile spreads across Momo’s face. “Oh my tracker? I stuck it to the back of Katsuki’s shirt.”

She remembers how Mineta piggybacked her during the first year’s Sports Festival race, earning himself a spot right behind her with the most minimal effort. Momo taps a finger to her head. “Fight smarter, not harder.” She flips her ponytail over her shoulder that prompts the pack to swoon over their alpha queen, sighing dreamily.

“Woah, to think that strictly-by-the-rulebook Momo could devise such a cheeky plan! Our Momo is all grown-up now,” Tooru says, wiping a tear away like a proud parent.

The competition is fierce, both alphas are practically neck and neck with each other. Fire ignites in their veins as the need to defeat the other alpha has become the sole reigning thought in their minds. As they close in towards the goal, the silhouette of a standing figure backed by the rising sun at the highest point of the mountain pops into their sight.

Both Shouto and Katsuki skid to an abrupt stop, their mouths slack open with shock when they make out the face of the mysterious figure.

“You!!!”

Standing at the finish line and sporting a winning, gleeful smirk is one Uraraka Ochako.

“Yeah?” She calls out mockingly.

Katsuki’s temper is on its last legs from just blasting over there and combusting that infuriating face to mere soot. No wonder he didn’t really hear or see Cheeks before. She must have slipped away while Momo was explaining the terms of the race. Cunning piece-of-dirtsh*t beta f*cker!

Ochako struts forward and says in a sing-songy voice, “I guess we have our winner, huh? Anything to say?”

While Katsuki is busy steaming and spitting out a series of expletives, Shouto is deep in thought. Having reached a decision he then asks, “Will you consider allowing one more person in the marriage?”

Ochako pauses. She makes a pointed show of assessing Shouto from head to toe, stroking her imaginary goatee and walking slowly towards him. “I suppose royal kingdoms do allow their rulers to have multiple partners… And I am a magnanimous ruler at heart. You are also very easy on the eyes—” she stops right in front of Shouto, tips her nose in near his collarbone and takes an exaggerated sniff, “—and smells nice as well.”

“Thank you.” Shouto beams at the praise.

Nodding in affirmation, Ochako states with an overdone commanding tone as if she’s declaring a royal decree, “Very well, Todoroki Shouto, I shall accept your hand in this marriage—” then her expression turns playful as she pokes a finger to his chest, “—as a royal concubine aka side chick!”

Shouto blinks.

Ochako tilts her head to the side, amusem*nt dancing at her lips, “Your decision…?”

꒰ु~ enter Shouto’s head ~ू꒱

The grass is green, the birds are chirping and the sun is shining on a clear blue sky. All painted by crayon strokes in a cartoony style. The royal chicken monarchs, Izurooster and Ochahen are clucking together and pecking the fertile bountiful land in search of food, scraping the dirt with their clawed feet. Shouto, starring as a bicoloured little chick, is also clucking and scraping dirt merrily at their side.

꒰ु~ exit Shouto’s head ~ू꒱

Shouto nods eagerly, eyes shining. “I can be a side chick.”

“Deal!” Ochako says with a laugh, glomping the alpha in a bear hug. Seriously how pure and adorable can this alpha be!

Katsuki trembles, his expressions going through various stages of rage.

“I’m surrounded by idiots. You damn sh*theads can have your chicken kingdom or whatever the f*ck. I don’t f*cking care anymore.” If he spends any more seconds in the vicinity of this show of idiocy he swears that it will turn contagious. f*cking unbelievable. So Katsuki turns and walks away, darkly muttering something about skewering and roasting some dumb chickens.

After their group catches up with the three that have completed the mission, a frazzled Momo approaches a sulking Katsuki.

“Where’s my tracker??” She asks while panickedly groping the alpha’s body.

“Get your filthy hands off of me!” Katsuki screeches in a tone akin to a twice-divorced karen that has threatened to call the police on a store manager, and in the end resulted in said police arresting her instead. Whatever happened up there with Ochako had made him even more uppity and cranky if it’s even possible. He’s radiating the aura of a dog snarling and frothing at the mouth and no one fancies getting their hands or any parts of their bodies bitten off.

Meanwhile, Shouto just blinks. Then he plucks off his own tracker and offers it to the shaking alpha. “You lost your tracker? You can have mine, Momo.”

Momo feels suddenly light-headed. Multiple images of a laughing grape-headed creature swirl around her vision before everything blacks out.

Chapter 15: Midoriya vs Everyone: The Cabin (Part 2)

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Izuku has had enough. After enduring years of ridicule due to his past quirklessness, he’d say tolerance is his strong suit. Even then, there’s a limit to how much he’s expected to put up with this! As an omega, he does take immense pleasure in being doted on, but he’d argue there’s a fine line between being lavished with affection and straight-up being suffocated with it.

Day and night, his pack constantly fights over every chance to cater to him without fail, often to the point of utter absurdity. Every little thing is somehow turned into a legitimate battleground to ‘impress’ their omega. Why divide chores when they’ll end up fighting to do his assigned tasks anyway. One such disagreement even ended with a heated growling match, appliances and other random stuff catching fire, a section of their roof getting blown off, all of which were later put to a stop by Aizawa’s weary intervention. Their teacher slept for a full 12 hours after that incident.

Point is, he is tired of being the object of contention. Enough is enough!

If they want to fight over him that much, fine, he’ll take a proactive approach and give them plenty of chances to do so, ten-fold!

Aizawa-sensei really puts the definition of a drill sergeant in a new light during their little trip to Tochigi. As a result, the pack always finds their energy levels absolutely tanked at the end of the day.

Izuku is resting on a couch, exhausted. He mumbles out, “My body feels so sore…”

The breathy whine underlying his voice catches the full attention of Fumikage and Katsuki who are idly playing with their phones.

“Would you like a massage, Izuku?” Fumikage offers.

Izuku directs a disarming smile towards the alpha. “A massage sounds really nice!”

The omega stretches his body languidly on the couch, allowing the two alphas’ eyes to rove down the long lines of his toned body.

Fumikage and Katsuki gulp audibly, their Adam’s apples rolling.

Katsuki gets up to his feet.

“Scoot over, nerd,” he growls, nudging his hip into Izuku’s supine form.

Fumikage rises up, the beginning of a storm brewing on his face. “Wait. I offered to give Izuku a massage first, Katsuki.”

“Beat it. You don’t know the first thing about how to give a good massage. Worst scenario you’re gonna dislocate something.” Baring his teeth, the alpha resumes finding a good position to give the omega a massage. Only to be thwarted by a firm hand gripping his bicep.

“You think too lowly of me, Katsuki. I assure you of my competence in this endeavour.” Red-eyed glare pierces Fumikage accompanied by a waft of aggressive pheromones. The space seems to narrow around the two posturing alphas, sucking the air away and replacing it with prickly inferno.

Normally by this point, a flustered Izuku would be trying his best to frantically calm the situation down. Here though, the omega further relaxes under the alphas’ possessive touches, with Katsuki claiming his midriff and Fumikage’s hand clamped around his calf.

A soothing omegan purr brings both Katsuki and Fumikage to shift their attention back on him.

“So who do you prefer to give you a massage, nerd?” Katsuki asks in a callous tone, as if the answer doesn’t matter much to him, but they are all aware of the glaring truth.

“Hmm? I’m not sure. You two better talk it out,” Izuku purrs, eyelids sliding to half-mast and omega pheromones at full blast, overriding the scent of the room and tugging at both alphas’ instincts feverishly. “Hurry up. I really want an alpha’s talented hands to give me a good rub. Here and all over.” His hand softly caresses his clavicle and down his thighs. The slits of his yukata widen from the delicate motion, to reveal a sinful peek of a rose-pink nipple and a tantalising patch of creamy thigh.

Dark shadow spills out of Fumikage like a beast of darkness that feeds on the immoral desires of a mortal. Katsuki falls into the stance of a colosseum warrior ready to fight to his last breath, radiant sparks crackling on the surface of his palms.

“A a a—” Izuku wags his finger, a bit of omega suffused in his voice halts both alphas from tearing into each other. “—no quirks allowed.”

Reluctance crosses through their features. Their omega’s steady gaze however causes the alphas to dispel their quirks without further complaint.

Katsuki strikes first.

“sh*tty bird! Just admit that you’re inferior to me! These pale hands never f*cking see a day of hard work,” Katsuki hisses, a hand clenches tightly around Fumikage’s considerably paler wrist as the blond alpha uses his whole body weight to pin the other to the tatami floor.

They grapple bodily on the floor; an elbow digging to a mid-section, a hand shoving at an indignant face, knees flattening every body part they can reach, their alphas rearing to force the other to submit.

“A grave falsity,” Fumikage says through gritted teeth, every muscle straining to keep up his tenuous hold on a wildly-bucking Katsuki, “In almost every aspect, I am arguably far more capable than you. You, uncouth beast.”

“Oh yeah?” In one clever maneuver, Katsuki captures Fumikage in a headlock and proceeds to give the other alpha a rough noogie, cackling maniacally. “I’ll be the judge of how capable you are in escaping out of this.”

“Cease this imbecility, you uncivilised excuse of an alpha! Unhand me this instant or suffer the ghastly wrath of darkness!”

Izuku is settled on the couch, content on watching the show unfolding before him. As much as he tries to deny it, his inner omega is utterly delighted at having two strong alphas fight over him. Power sure tastes sweet, huh?

Izuku’s lips curve to a thin smile before saying with a bored tone, “Forget it. I don’t want to be massaged by any of you two anymore.”

Fumikage and Katsuki stop mid-fight, wide eyes staring at their omega disbelievingly.

“WHAT.”

Izuku gets up, pats off the dust that is not there on his spotless yukata, and saunters over to a clueless Eijirou who is passing by, all sunshine smiles and the very picture of innocence as if he hasn’t just sicced two bloodthirsty alphas on each other a few seconds ago.

“Eiji-kun! My body’s feeling sore... will you please give me a massage~?”

Eijirou turns towards him and answers happily, “Sure!”

“Yay~!” Izuku chirps. The omega pads upstairs and Eijirou trails after him like a big puppy, thoroughly smitten. If they concentrate enough they might even be able to spot a wagging tail.

Leaving the two alphas tangled with each other on the floor to stare dumbly after the omega, jaws slack open.

Izuku is dangerous. He is temptation wrapped in one lithe, alluring omega body, clouding the rationality of alphas and betas alike and letting their inner beasts run rampant with possessive desire.

Miyakojima Cabin lends plenty of opportunity and instances to showcase those swaying full hips that cause saliva pooling in their mouths, the omega’s seemingly too big yukata constantly slipping down to bare an enticing shoulder, pouty cherry-glossed lips a fixed ornament of a jealous king’s place. And since when does his voice adopt the cadence of a literal walking wet dream?!

“Cheeky dust, you can’t hide from me,” Izuku chides, a hand clutching a cleaning rug is outstretched beneath the underside of a low-shelf unit to reach its deepest spot. Propped on his elbows and knees like this, it accentuates the perfect plumpness of his butt, the thin fabric leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Much to the delight/horror of his utterly whipped packmates whose toilet trips suddenly suffer a huge spike.

It’s pathetic. They all behave like lovesick puppies, always at the beck and call of their omega. Bickering and battling each other for a bite of a fruitless win.

Izuku laughs. Tinkling to a careless tune, the bell flourishes inside the eye of a storm. A temptress stoking the fire without sparing a thought to the repercussions that would follow were the fiery sparks to accidentally spread.

The breaking point to this unnamed war comes on the evening of their last day at Miyakojima Cabin.

“Ah, we’re out of Yakult,” Izuku says after briefly inspecting the content of the mini-fridge.

Mina perks up from her prone spot on the floor, phone temporarily abandoned. “We’re out already?”

Prior to arriving at the cabin, they had bought a variety of snacks, among them are two packs of Yakult totaling ten small bottles.

Leaning against the kitchen’s countertop, Shouto stays silent but his heterochromatic eyes are trained on Izuku.

“Yeah,” Izuku sighs in obvious disappointment. His entire being seems to wilt despondently. Big omega eyes peer up from under thick fans of eyelashes, the twin emeralds glittering with melancholy.

The air saturated with a potent dose of sad omega pheromones promptly throws both alpha and beta’s instincts into overdrive.

“I’ll go get some!” Mina whips upright, hand poised in a military salute.

“I can buy you ten packs, Izuku,” Shouto says, clutched between two fingers is a black credit card that seemingly appears out of thin air. “Or the entire supermarket.”

“You really don’t need to guys,” Izuku replies forlornly, those pouty lips making another lethal appearance. “I’ll just have some when we get back to U.A. tomorrow.”

“It’s really no biggie since I wanna buy some snacks as well! You just sit tight over here like a good omega Izu, and Mina will take care of everything!” The bubbly beta sing-songs as she leads Izuku to plop his butt down on a soft couch with plenty of scent-saturated blankets piled on it. She even goes so far as to wrap the omega in them with sure hands.

“I’ll go,” Shouto states briefly and makes a move towards the door.

“I said I got this, Shouto,” Mina insists in a loud voice, leveling a piercing glare at the alpha.

“Or we can just race and see who can hand it over to Izuku first,” Shouto points out.

“Bah! There’s no need for two people to waste energy and money. You stay here, I’ll be done in a jiffy!”

Shouto is at the door now, calmly staring back at the beta. “I refuse. And you can’t stop me.”

Mina narrows her eyes, the beginning of livid energy assembling at her fingertips. “We’ll see about that.”

“So.”

The entire pack is outside, hovering uncertainly under the bath of moonlight. The right side of Tenya’s head is slightly smoking, hair sticking up whichever way, and patches of skin on his left side sporting a bit of irritated pinkness.

“All this over a pack of Yakult?” Tenya says, utterly unamused.

Huge discharges of acid and ice litter the garden area. Some poor bushes and decorative plants are even caught in the frenzy, partly melted or frozen solid inside big chunks of ice. Tenya is so not paying reparation compensation to the cabin’s owner. It’s on Mina and Shouto and whoever else is responsible for this mess.

Mina jabs her finger towards the direction of a scowling Shouto. “He started it!”

Shouto scoffs derisively. “You attempted to prevent me from procuring what Izuku wants in a cowardly manner. Are you that afraid to lose?”

“Bull! There’s no reason for you to go out in the first place because Izuku asked me to buy it! Me! This Pinkie!”

“I could sense that he wanted me to get it for him. And I will never deny my omega anything.”

“For heaven’s sake, please stop arguing for one second!” Tenya barks out. Thankfully they still have some sense of self-awareness to heed his command.

“Explain, calmly.”

Mina toes the ground, pouting and looking away. “Shouto wouldn’t let me buy some Yakult for Izuku.”

“I would be more suited for the task of buying some since I can keep them chilled on the way back for immediate consumption,” Shouto argues back. His yukata is partly burned off but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the state of his partial nakedness, nor the fact that he has irreparably ruined his rented yukata.

“In other words, this wouldn’t happen if Izuku didn’t ask for some Yakult?” Mashirao, a former co*ckerel in one of the co*ckfighting games that Izuku instigated, pipes in out of the blue.

And then Izuku suddenly finds himself being placed under the unwanted glare of the spotlight. “G-Guys! I never asked for someone to buy it for me! Please, you gotta believe me!”

The omega can practically see the gears turning in his packmates’ heads and he gulps nervously.

“I didn’t know you’re that ‘thirsty’, Izu-chan.” Tsuyu tilts her head to the side, a finger poking her lower lip. “All you have to do is ask and we’ll provide kero.”

“No wonder this little omega has been a huge f*cking tease these past two days.” Katsuki is wearing a hyena-like smirk as he crows darkly, “Fine, you manipulative little sh*t. If that’s how you wanna play, I’ll gladly give you all the attention you want until you’re f*cking sick of it.”

Colour drains out of Izuku’s face as he stutters, “Wa-Wait, Kacchan.”

“Oh, ma pauvre…” Yuuga says in sympathy, bringing a palm to rest on his cheek. He turns to look at a sleepy-looking Ochako beside him. “Should we help?”

Hugging her pillow tighter, Ochako lets out a big yawn, eyes barely open. “Nah. It’s not like he’s in any danger. Well, except for his chastity, maybe.”

“Mo-Momo! Help!” With tears plopping down his cheeks like pearly beads, Izuku rushes towards the only alpha that he knows he can count on to guarantee his safety. Momo readily accepts him with warm arms. Unbeknownst to him, what awaits him inside the lion’s cave is, of course, a lioness, whose true identity is hidden by a clever mimicry that instantly sinks its claws into prey.

Izuku realises his doomed fate a second too late.

“Ara ara, look who I have here. You’ve been such a naughty omega, huh Izu-chan?” Momo croons sweetly, muffling the omega’s pleading squeals by pushing his face into her ample bosom. “And naughty omegas need to be punished, hm?”

She abruptly peels him off the prison of her chest and whirls him around. To face countless hungry eyes locked on his quivering frame.

“Go get your meal, boys.”

The hellish snarls are the music preceding his demise and Izuku screams.

How does his plan backfire so magnificently???

“So.” Denki looks up to the full moon and stretches his arms idly.

“So what?” Hanta asks.

“Who’s going to go buy the Yakult pack?”

Silence interspersed with an omega’s wails eat away the few seconds it takes for pheromones to flood the area. The kind that typically stinks up a world-war-worthy battlefield.

“I suppose there’s only one way to find out.” Mezou cracks his multitude of fists.

Somewhere close, cocooned in a futon, a pair of bloodshot eyes snap open.

Poor Aizawa is far from a peaceful conclusion to his day.

Chapter 16: Ashido vs Kirishima vs Kaminari: Once Upon a Time (Part 1)

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Izuku lets out a big yawn, stretching his arms up and relishing in the satisfying pops his joints make. A solid three hours has passed yet he’s nowhere near the end of finishing his homework, and Izuku is about ready to call it quits. Except that he can’t if he wants to be on track of finishing all his mountain of homework by the upcoming Monday. It’s almost double compared to what his packmates get as a penalty for destroying half the school gym during one of Ectoplasm’s no-quirk exercises. It was an accident, he swears!

His packmates have been trying valiantly to cheer him up but he can’t actually do any work while being cuddled all day, or binging on movies and playing some board games so he ends up shooing them all out of his room on Friday yesterday and he hasn’t come out of his room since. The omega feels guilty about that but he can’t afford to be distracted if he wants to finish them in a timely manner.

Izuku glances at his digital table clock. 11.25. It might be a good idea to take a little break, to stretch his legs out and give his tired brain some minutes to refresh. He earns that, at the very least.

Izuku gets up from his desk and heads towards the door. Only to be greeted by a peculiar sight when he opens it.

There’s a trail of red rose petals starting at the foot of his bedroom door and leading down the hallway. They look fresh, red stark against light green carpet. Curiosity piqued, Izuku follows it all the way down the stairs. It winds its way through the common room and out to the back garden.

His bare feet touch grass and Izuku takes a deep breath in, loving the fresh air that rushes into his lungs. The last petal path goes to the base of a massive sequoia tree in their backyard. The haphazard trail of petals congregate into a neatly arranged pile of flowers, fashioned into a circular nest. There are pink, orange, and the occasional pop of purple, but most of all are dominated by red roses.

“What’s this, Eiji-kun?” Izuku can’t stop the smile from forming on his lips as his eyes land on the beaming beta.

There’s a perfectly roasted chicken in front of Eijirou, pierced by a spit and hung over a doused, blackened fire pit. The scent of mouth-watering herbs wafting off the air is making Izuku’s stomach to inadvertently growl. Only now the omega realises how hungry he is after hours through pouring over his textbooks and writing answers to an endless list of questions.

“I caught a meal for you!” Eijirou states proudly, puffing out his chest. His red eyes are shining with joy as he beckons the omega closer. “Come, sit down and eat with me!”

Speaking of chest, Eijirou is currently, for some reason, bare-chested and his lower half is covered by what appears to be tattered pieces of brown rags crudely stitched together. Like a Tarzan. But what is certainly most eye-catching is a huge pair of red bat wings jutting out his shoulder blades. That’s not where the peculiarity ends, Eijrou is also sporting a pair of big horns on where the twin spikes of hair on his hairline used to be. And is that a reptilian tail attached to his back?

“Wow… this is…” Izuku works his brain on what to address first, the random spit-roasted chicken or why on earth Eijirou is currently cosplaying as a humanoid dragon on a regular Saturday at the dorm. The omega wisely decides to start with the former.

Izuku moves to sit on the flower nest following the prompt of the brightly grinning beta, gingerly positioning his ass to not utterly crush the delicate petals. It’s a challenging task when he weighs nearly 160 pounds.

As soon as he is properly seated, Eijirou hands him a piece of the cooked meat on a skewer. Izuku tries a bite. The roasted chicken melts in his mouth in a burst of delicious flavours and texture and the omega barely suppresses an embarrassing moan from spilling out.

“This is so tasty! Eijirou, you're a really great cook!” Izuku praises in between bouts of enthusiastic chewing.

Eijirou beams a smile that could power a thousand suns. “Thanks. This is nothing, I’ll do anything for a pretty omega like you.”

Stopping himself timely from choking at the sudden word bomb, Izuku stares wide-eyed at the beta. “P-Pretty?”

“The prettiest,” Eijirou croons sweetly, leaning forward to look deeply into Izuku’s eyes, his tail sweeping across the grass in a wag. Wait, what?

Izuku blinks rapidly to be sure that he isn’t imagining things, resisting the urge to pinch himself on the cheek for an extra measure. “Uuh… how are you moving your tail like that?”

“Like what?” Eijirou tilts his head to the side in question. His red wings flare outwards to refrain from being accidentally sat on by the beta who is leaning back to his previous upright sitting position.

Gaping, Izuku repeats, pointing at Eijirou’s suddenly mobile appendages. “Like that! Aren’t they supposed to be props for cosplay?”

“Cosplay? What’s that? Anyway, less talking and more eating!” Another skewered piece of chicken is shoved into his mouth, causing Izuku’s hands to fumble and grab the other end of the skewer to keep it from falling off. “I know that you haven’t been eating and sleeping well since you’ve been up all night with those stupid books. It’s almost as though you’re mated to them! I keep telling you that Master will be super happy with your work and you don’t need to push yourself so hard, you’re his best apprentice!”

Izuku is struck with confusion. Master? Apprentice? Is Eijirou rehearsing for a U.A. theatre project or something? “Oh, that’s really sweet of you to say,” Izuku says nervously in response to the beta’s scolding as he attempts to recall if such an assignment exists, “And to do too. You don’t need to bother doing all of this for me.”

Setting this spit up, and to perfectly cook a whole chicken with it too must have taken a lot of time and effort. Whatever this is, method practice for acting or something else, Izuku feels a little bad for having Eijirou do all that preparation for him.

Eijirou’s exuberant energy has subsided significantly, and he has now taken a more serious demeanour. “I want to.” There’s warmth swirling in the crimson depths of his eyes, and his voice is heavy with emotion as he adds, “You saved my life, remember? And so I'm forever indebted to you.”

Izuku isn’t sure if helping out cramming for exams the other day is equivalent to saving one’s life. Scratching his head inwardly, Izuku shrugs and decides to just continue having the hearty meal with the gorgeous beta dragonoid, and what a charming guy he is that Izuku almost forgets the dreaded piles of papers back on his bedroom desk. Better not question the weird phenomenon the universe currently decides to spring up on him, he simply lacks the brain capacity to figure it all out.

There’s nothing more energising than a full belly and chatting for a few minutes with the animated red-headed beta, and Izuku is ready to march back and face the silent war laying innocently on his desk.

“Well hello there, fancy seeing you here, the one who's stolen my heart.”

One of the skills that gets polished thoroughly in the U.A. heroics curriculum is their ability to react to a sneak villain attack. As a result, it's no surprise to see Izuku's fist arching back to attack the person who leaps out from behind a wall. Fortunately, he manages to keep his fist from connecting once he registers who it is.

“Whoa, easy! It’s just me!” Denki squeaks, flailing hands and wide eyes.

“Denki! Don’t surprise me like that, I almost hit you!” Izuku squeaks back in an equally high-pitched tone from the burst of adrenaline caused by the blond’s abrupt entrance.

Denki’s attire attracts the omega’s notice almost instantly. He’s clad in a dark leather hooded outfit with subdued yellow motifs. There’s a bow and arrow holster strapped to his back and diagonally across his chest. And why is he wearing boots in the dorm?

Denki scratches the back of his head as he laughs sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry, I forgot how alert you actually are despite your cute face. Anyway, I want to show you something. It wouldn’t take long.”

Shaking his head off from the distracting sight, Izuku identifies the biggest threat presented before him right at this moment. Time. Denki’s “showing someone something” can range something from a quick detour to his room to actually show the omega something to enticing him to play a two-player video game that can keep him occupied for an hour without him noticing it.

Therefore, the best course of action is to decline it considering his limited time. “Sorry, Denki, I still have a lot of homework to do. Maybe next time?” Izuku is about to go past Denki when his elbow is captured in a tight grip.

A protest is brewing on his tongue when a stinging fragrance of flowers drifts into his nostrils and his direct line of sight gets obstructed by something. A big something. Izuku blinks. In front of his face is a bouquet of yellow flowers, Japanese Kerria based on their shape and color.

“For you, my love,” A bright smile blooms on Denki’s face. “As much as I love to spend some time with you, I can’t talk for long as well. You see, I’m on the run,” he whispers, leaning in conspiratorily, “As always.”

Dazed, the flower bouquet is subsequently deposited to his hold and Izuku’s brain is on auto-pilot as he asks, “On the run from what?”

Denki just gives him a wink. “You know.”

The beta gently clasps both of Izuku’s hands in his, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “Soon we can run away together, my beloved. Soon,” he promises, then lets go of his hold, already turned on his heels and jogging soundlessly away.

“What do you mean? To where?”

His question is left unanswered, and the blond vanishes from view. Leaving a perplexed Izuku in the empty corridor, wondering what in god’s green earth has possessed his two packmates into playing these made-up characters.

Izuku runs into a cosplaying packmate for the third time that day while on his way back from the kitchen for a short water break.

This time, she’s dressed like a medieval knight, replete with ornate armor that appears to be constructed convincingly of solid metal and chainmail. A lion wearing a golden crown insignia is emblazoned on her chestplate.

“I am Mina, from House Searbhag, the royal knight that serves King Astar,” Mina announces proudly with her head held high. “Back when the leaves were lit with a marvel of fiery gold and orange, we briefly encountered each other in King Astar’s castle.” Her horse, who is equipped with an equally fancy equine armor, neighs softly, ears flicking back and forth. Yes, a live horse, trotting without a care in the world through the common room. Dirt horse shoe prints are left on the beast’s wake on their freshly vacuumed carpet.

By this point, Izuku has decided to go along with whatever scenario that his packmates have concocted and committed to roleplay as. If nothing else, it’s probably their way to de-stress from exams, schoolwork, and the random life-threatening encounters with villains and the whole shebang on a regular basis.

Mina produces something out of her horse’s pack, royally presenting it to the mildly disoriented omega with flair and a fancy hand gesture.

Izuku receives it numbly. “Wow, is this… a crystal bouquet?”

“No mere crystals, they’re real diamonds, darling. I will spare no effort in procuring a gift for such a lovely omega as yourself.”

“Thanks…” Izuku says awkwardly, wrecking his brain on how to excuse himself from this bizarre scene. The clock is ticking and his homework certainly won’t finish itself.

Mina coughs, gaining the attention of the mulling omega, as she speaks, her arm outstretched dramatically into the distance. “I shall make this brief. That time in the castle, when my eyes first set on your lovesome visage, I was snared in your enchanting allure, unable to escape. My intrigue didn’t end there, instead you offered me a never-ending list of reasons to adore you. Your glittering green emerald orbs, the constellation of freckles on your dusty peach cheeks, your elegant poise that could bring the mightiest warriors to worship at your exquisite feet,” Mina drones on as Izuku cringes, watching in mild horror at the glistening moist emerging on the black sclera of Mina’s eyes, and the massive crap the horse has just nonchalantly dumped on their (again, freshly-vacuumed) carpet.

“Not only that! Oh no no. What a feat it was! Saving the life of King Aster‘s daughter, Princess Mariya, from that witch’s curse with a masterful brewing of healing tea, in but a single cup!” The pearly tears that start to drop down are dabbed delicately by a handkerchief procured out of thin air. “Therefore, the reason behind my abrupt visit is to properly court you, beloved darling. I have a beautiful plot of… ‘feefoo’… ‘fuufu’?”

“You mean fief?” Izuku adds in a defeated tone.

Mina coughs, looking visibly flustered, before continuing her boastful babble, “Yes! As I was saying, a beautiful plot of ‘fuufuu’ facing the beautiful Lake Maisster and enclosed by a beautiful range of ice-topped mountains! There will lie our beautiful home where our pups, if you so wish, can play to their heart's content on our beautiful land that is just ours!”

“Ah,” Izuku’s eyes are straying everywhere except to the hopeful knight, “Th-that is great and all. But unfortunately, I have to… refuse your offer.”

Mina’s expression is stricken with desperation as she cries out, “Why?? We are but a match made in heaven! Soulmates forged by the red string of fate and unending flame of love!!”

Unable and partially unwilling to come up with a response, this is Izuku’s cue to retreat with the help of his quirk, a green flash leaving behind in the dust the cawing of a broken-hearted knight echoing in the empty space.

Chapter 17: Ashido vs Kirishima vs Kaminari: Once Upon a Time (Part 2)

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Just as Izuku is about to arrive to the safety of his room, away from all the mad absurdity of dragons, mysterious travelers and knights, he barrels straight into another person with enough force to knock them down to the floor.

“S-Sorry!”

Green sparks dying, the omega immediately crouches down, appalled at seeing a haggard-looking Denki covered in blood.

“Denki! What happened? Are you hurt?” Izuku exclaims as he helps the trembling beta to his feet.

“It’s not mine…” Denki whispers, eyes darting in a way that indicates his nervousness and fear of a threat looming at the distance. “As much as I hate to say it, Shherik, that evil witch… she found out where you live. The charm backfired, f*ck I should’ve never trusted that slimy dick!” The beta shoves his hand into Izuku’s pants pocket and pulls out something that the omega has never seen before. A green amulet is thrown to the ground roughly and then shattered by an angry boot.

“She’ll be here soon and I’m afraid that this time she won’t spare either of us. We have to run!”

Izuku is about to open his mouth when a furious roar thunders through the air. Both Izuku and Denki startle, eyes quickly darting to the source.

“Filthy human! You reek of blood!” Eijirou growls, body positioned in a menacing stance. His muscles are bulging with hardened scale-like plates forming all over his body, slitted eyes glaring daggers as he bares his fangs and claws at Denki.

“What is a damn dragon doing here?” Denki places his body in front of Izuku in alarm and produces a knife out of a hidden strap on his thigh.

Eijirou takes a step closer. “Release the omega! Or else I will burn you down to ashes with my fiery breath!” A little cloud of fire puffs out his lips as if to demonstrate his words.

Before Izuku can even work out the mechanism behind the fire (how on earth can Eijirou blow fire out of his mouth without a source?), his hand is snatched in a death grip as he gets unceremoniously dragged away by Denki.

“Run!”

“Wa-Wait Denki—”

Another ear-deafening roar comes from behind them but with the way Denki is forcing him to run at full-speed, Izuku is unable to look back at the enraged dragonoid if he doesn’t want to accidentally trip and fall face-first on the ground.

They burst out of the dorm’s main door when they see someone baricadding their way.

“Hold right there!” Mina says on top of her horse. Her hardened expression makes it clear that she wouldn’t let any of them past her easily.

“Move out of the way, pink bitch!” Denki barks harshly, his hold on Izuku’s hand tightening.

Mina levels a glare at him, both feet dropping to the ground in one smooth motion. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Izuku you must listen to me. King Astar announced recently that he desires your hand in marriage and thus sent me, his best knight, to retrieve you. However you do not need to fret my beloved Izuku, I will never hand you over to that old filthy bastard! A search party will be sent for you if I fail to bring you over in a moon’s time. We must leave now!”

Like a dramatic reel taken straight out of a horror movie, a clawed hand appears and grips the edge of the door, the wood splintering beneath the brutal force. Eijirou emerges from inside, face contorted with his hardening quirk to the point that it resembles the rugged snout of a dragon. The air takes on a sort of spine-chilling quality with his appearance alone. Taking no chances with the raging beast, Denki backs away cautiously with Izuku so that the three opposing sides form a triangle.

A bead of sweat rolls down Denki’s temple. “So it’s run and hide from the authorities, huh? Well then, I believe I’ll be the best candidate to carry this task out flawlessly, I’m the best thief in the world after all!”

“I will never trust the words of an immoral lowly thief!” Mina shouts back.

“No I am! You humans reek and are absolutely horrible at covering your tracks. I will bring him deep into the forest where no humans may find him if he wishes to stay hidden forever!” Eijirou’s growl of deformed words barely even sounds human, and then the beta’s form is shrouded in a purplish fog. Much to Izuku’s horror and utter bewilderment, the humanoid silhouette is expanding rapidly in size and morphing into a hulking reptilian form that the fog can no longer obscure.

More precisely, into a dragon with fiery crimson scales, right before their very eyes.

Maybe if Izuku knocks himself out with a quirk-powered blow he might be able to wake up from this nightmare. He doesn’t get the luxury to try though when the dragon, Eijirou, unleashes a torrent of fire out of his deadly maw directly towards them. Forcing Denki to release his hold on Izuku as they both leap away to avoid being cooked alive by the hellish fire.

“Are you out of your mind?! You almost burned Izuku too, you big dumb lizard!” Denki screams as he pats feverishly at a smoking spot on his shirt.

The beast rumbles out a whine that sounds almost like an expression of guilt, big red reptilian eyes blinking as he lowers his snout to inspect Izuku.

Only for his path to be blocked by Mina, a sword pointed threateningly at the dragon as she steps in front of Izuku protectively. “Not another step unless you fancy getting beheaded by my mighty sword,” she hisses out.

Izuku is dumbfounded, and he feels a concerning urge to scream and kick his packmates until they drop their ridiculous acts. What in heaven’s name is going on?! His mind is still scrambling for possibilities to explain away the situation when another person charges into the scene.

“Mina! How could you do this to me!” A girl lets forth a shrill scream. She’s dressed in worn garments in a similar fashion to an ordinary rural girl featured in movies. Izuku doesn’t recognise her, so he simply stands there numbly watching as the girl seems to blaze with the pitless rage of a woman scorned.

Tears are streaming down her cheeks as she continues, raw hurt in her voice. “I thought you loved me! I can’t believe that you abandoned me for this… this hideous omega!”

Mina’s complexion looks ashen despite her pink skin, her lips drawn into a thin line. “You’re mistaken, Delijah. I’ve never loved you, not even once. You were a temporary reprieve to fill the hole in my heart. Your blind devotion has clouded your understanding from that fact. Now that I have found the love of my life, my beloved Izuku, I wish you to let me go.”

Delijah’s face twisted into despair. “No, it can’t end this way… you can’t leave me!” She whips around to glare at Izuku with hate-filled eyes, stabbing a trembling finger towards him accusingly. “You omegas are all the same everywhere. Deceitful homewreckers!”

Aghast, Izuku gasps out, “Home-!!”

His word is abruptly cut off when a whipping force assaults him. Or rather, of his body being jerked violently into the air. Izuku’s stomach swoops when he finds no support under his dangling legs, and the sound and feel of wind rushing past him.

“Right under their noses! As one would expect from the world’s greatest thief!” Denki crows in glee. Snapping his line of sight upwards, the omega notices a contraption strapped at Denki’s back that flares out into a white-winged glider.

“Denki!” he yells, voice largely drowned out by the galloping air, “Put me down!”

Denki snickers, mad amusem*nt twinkling in his eyes. “Are you sure?” He flicks his chin to gesture behind him.

With great effort, Izuku manages to turn his head to look over his shoulders, and it takes everything in him to not simply burst into tears. Giant wings propelling them forward in breakneck speed, Kiri dragon with Mina clinging on top of the winged beast are hot on their heels. If looks could kill Mina would’ve probably caused their demise on the spot. That, or perhaps the ball of fire currently charging inside Eijirou’s jaws will, the mini sun is enlarging rapidly into a terrifying size with the promise of a scalding, brilliant red death.

Izuku screams.

Kendo cracks her sore neck, a yawn slipping out unbidden. It’s been a long day spent in the library and now she and Shiozaki are making their way back to the dorm. The sun is low in the horizon, casting a beautiful glow on the trees and grassy field.

The comfortable silence is interrupted by a shrill cry in the sky.

Kendo and Shiozaki whip their gazes skyward.

Squinting her eyes, Kendo mutters out disbelievingly, “Is that… Midoriya?” Her eyes widen as soon as she registers the sight of the blood-thirsty pursuer behind him, “And a dragon??”

“A dragon. The end is near. We must pray for salvation,” Shiozaki whispers reverently.

“We have to save him!” Kendo insists. But Shiozaki is already deep in prayer, oblivious to all around her.

BAM!

Kendo is startled by the loud crash a few feet on her right, her gaze is immediately drawn towards the area. Midoriya lies slumped on the ground, in a tiny crater that must’ve formed on the ground due to the force of the fall. She is about to help him out when Midoriya abruptly leaps to his feet, unscathed, with a crazed look in his eyes akin to a traumatised man that has just witnessed the unspeakable terror in the seven circles of hell.

“A-Are you guys o-okay?” he stutters, voice cracking terribly, “Oh god what do I do what do I do what I do—”

“I think given the current circ*mstances running would be most advisable,” Kendo says with dread in her voice as she sees a massive red dragon skydiving towards them at dizzying speed.

“G-good idea. Run!” Izuku yelps as he bolts away. Kendo gathers a statue-like Shiozaki into a bridal carry and quickly follows suit.

Gritting his teeth, Denki is trying valiantly to control his fall. The right side of his glider is caught by an errant fireball and he’s quickly losing altitude. sh*t, Hatsume is so gonna kill him for ruining one of her precious babies.

But that’s not important now! What’s important is to figure out how to land safely without breaking every bone of his body. There's no time to think now and all he can do is brace himself as he crashes into the tall topside of a tree. His body ricochets violently like a basketball smashing against the hoop and jerking inside its nets, before finally stilling.

Dizzy, Denki peers his eyes open. Only to realise that his glider is stuck between the tree branches, and he’s hanging off by its straps and strings twenty feet above ground. What a splendid turn of event, a thief of his caliber getting done in by technical error.

Knowing that he’s unable to break free on his own, he swallows his pride and screams. “Help!”

For a minute there’s only silence, before a giant bird the colour of the sun flies towards him. Purple fog circles its form and suddenly there’s a girl standing on a tree branch across him. Still dressed in her rural village outfit, it’s the girl that swore to be Mina’s eternal love.

Wearing a bored expression that plainly telegraphs that she’d rather be anywhere but here, she sticks out a hand towards him, palm up. “Yo, I completed my end of the deal. Pay up.”

Denki stares at her in disbelief, before wearing a fake smile. “Ah of course where’s my manners silly me, lemme get my wallet except that I can’t because I’m literally hanging off a tree by some flimsy pieces of string!! No thanks to your damn qui- ahhhh!!!”

The glider slips a few feet down from its position and brings poor Denki along with it. Urgh he’s sick of feeling like a knock-off human pinball already!

“Are you gonna help me or not?!” he screeches.

The girl looks at him contemplatively before sighing. She makes a movement as to help him but then stops abruptly.

“What?” Denki asks impatiently.

“Time to bail,” she says, her gaze drifting off into the distance. Her form is engulfed by purple fog and a white phoenix bursts through it, soaring into the sky.

“Wait, why?” Is what Denki dumbly says before his eyes widen at the sight of a mass approaching him at breakneck speed. A scream pierces through the air causing a few startled birds to abandon their perches and fly away.

Aizawa is having a peaceful, relaxing, nothing bad is happening day.

‘Citizens, have no fear for I am Captain Cat and I will stop Dread Dog’s evil reign of terror, nyan!’

‘Captain Cat’s here! We’re safe, nyan!’

‘Nyan! Nyan! Nyan!’

Binging on Captain Cat episodes is a favourite pastime of his, one that never fails Aizawa from winding down and forgetting life’s stresses, exam papers and assignments that he has to grade and the endless shenanigans his unruly students get themselves into.

When he sees a literal dragon out of his window.

Blinking once, twice, he leaps to his feet and out of reflex his eyes flash red. It seems to work, the dragon is shrouded in purple and deflates into the falling forms of a man… and a woman?

Aizawa rubs his dry, strained eyes. He must be so tired to the point of hallucinating things.

“Well, I guess that’s enough internet for the day,” he declares, turning off his tab and wandering over towards his bed. He proceeds to wiggle himself into his sleeping bag that’s conveniently placed on the bed, settling into a comfortable cocoon and escapes to dreamland.

“Shouto come on~ I can’t feel my legs!” Mina whines. She, along with her two other ‘comrades’, are encased from neck down to their toes in ice, looking properly scolded and regretful of every of their life’s decisions.

“Silence, you wicked witch,” Shouto says in a quiet voice with a totally expressionless face.

“I’m no witch, I’m an honourable warrior!”

Momo is nursing a massive headache. One that she certainly didn’t have two minutes earlier while she was laid out on a massage table, transported from her parents’ mansion to her dorm room just for this weekend, dozing peacefully while the talented hands of her private masseur were pampering the muscles of her bare back, when a massive explosion jolted her out from her relaxed state. Kyouka even fell down from her own massage table, courtesy of her enhanced hearing. Hero instincts kicked in, they quickly snatched whatever towels available at arm’s reach and wrapped them around their naked bodies before popping their heads out the windows. Only to be presented with the most bizarre scene they’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

An angry-looking huge red dragon, a shot of pink that looked suspiciously like Mina shooting through the air after a white flying thing in hot, literally fiery pursuit. The most alarming part was when they spotted their omega dangling down the white contraption precariously by his armpits wearing the most terrified expression on his face.

She must’ve barked an order as she propelled herself out the windows and then there were Kyouka, Shouto and Hanta following her close behind.

Which brings them here right to this second, the three ‘suspects’ immobilised in vertical icy stumps, being put on trial by their four packmates.

Momo inhales in a deep breath, trying to reign her temper in check. She’s always prided herself of her mild-temperedness but being in this pack has truly tested its limits. “So let me get the facts straight, you three found a random person offering their services on Jimoti* that can shapeshift someone into a magical beast with their quirk, paid her to turn Eijirou into a dragon and basically sent half the school into panic of a possible villain attack all for the sake of, what, cheering Izuku up? Are you out of your minds?!”

Eijirou gives her an uneasy laugh. “Hey come on, look at it this way, we’re just preventing Izuku from going insane from having his nose buried in those textbooks all day all night!” he points out. "Nothing is more relaxing than watching some exciting drama, am I right? An interactive live show by talented casts, customised and delivered personally for our beloved omega!"

“Interference entertainment squad!” Denki adds cleverly.

“Haha, uh, April Fools’?” Mina offers a toothy smile.

“April Fools’ was months ago you fool,” Hanta tsks, arms crossed and sounding like a disappointed parent, and then with a lower voice whispers, “I can’t believe you left me out of the fun.”

“What’s that Hanta?” Momo asks with that sweet tone of hers that indicates that one wrong answer will land you into a huge trouble. True, tested, lesson painfully learned. Never attempt to talk back to their alpha queen or suffer the ghastly consequences.

“Nothing!” Hanta exclaims in a high-pitched voice.

The beta could’ve cried in relief when Kyouka takes hold of the discussion. “So back to the case at hand, I mean I get it with these two basically sharing the same brain cell (an indignant ‘hey!’ in the background), but Mina I expected better from you.”

“Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the one that pitched the idea,” Shouto says but his voice get swallowed by three significantly louder ones.

“Hey it wasn’t me that turned into a frigging dragon! I’m just a plain ‘ol medieval warrior with a fake sword!”

“Wha- Denki rejected it when I offered him the dragon role! He said it’s way cooler to fly with a hang glider like that thief in that detective comic book!"

“You’re blaming it on me?! We agreed that we would shapeshift only one person because we’re broke but then it turned out that it’s Mina’s costume and her stupid horse that cost us the most money!”

“My horse isn’t stupid!”

“Enough!” Momo barks, hands balled into fists unthinkingly and Shouto swoops in just in time to prevent the towel from slipping off his packmate’s body. She huffs out a quiet thanks when Rikidou trots over towards them, looking rightfully confused at the scene playing out before him.

“Guys, uh… I don’t mean to interrupt… whatever this is but I found horseshoe prints and horse sh*t on our carpet? Did anyone know anything about a horse breaking in?”

If Momo gives in to the urge to facepalm she would’ve had many handprints decorating her face that day already.

There are sounds nearing them, alerting the pack of someone approaching. A lot of someone.

“That’s the school’s patrol team, we need to go!” Hanta hisses.

Momo narrows her eyes and gives the trio a withering glare that if they aren’t literally confined in an icy prison they would shrink on themselves in fear. “This doesn't mean that you three are off the hook. Shouto get rid of your ice, Hanta tie them up. Let’s go!”

While marching the tied up ‘prisoners’ neatly in a line away as discreetly as they can, a thought appears in Momo’s mind.

“Wait, where’s Izuku?” she asks, alarmed.

Thick bushes rustle, and a head of green pops out gingerly.

“Coast’s clear?” a voice beside him whispers.

Izuku’s gaze flickers towards the concerned eyes belonging to Kendo, Shiozaki still safely held in her lap, praying feverishly. “I guess,” he says, uncertainty trailing off his tone. He hasn’t heard any ruckus for a few minutes now, Eiji-dragon and Mina seemingly vanishing into thin air. That time in his panic, he had wiggled a bit too hard that he slipped off Denki’s grip, and he hadn’t looked back once the ground was under his feet so he has no idea where Denki is too.

They are about to make a hasty retreat towards their own respective dorms when they get interrupted by a female voice.

“Hold right there!”

Izuku hasn’t even heard anyone coming! A quick look answers his question on the ‘why’. The girl that just spoke to them has an elongated neck floating through the branches and spying on the unsuspecting trio. Then from behind the trees, the girl’s body appears alongside a guy, her neck shrinking with each step she takes before returning to normal length.

“Eh, what?” Izuku says, dumbfounded.

The guy co*cks his head to the side, narrowed eyes assessing them. “To be seen near the scene of that dragon, it’s a bit suspicious, isn’t it? Are you intruders? Villains?”

Kendo stands up slowly so as to not be interpreted as making a sudden movement, leveraging Shiozaki to be on her feet as well. “We’re no one suspicious, trust us! I’m Kendo and this is Shiozaki from 1B, and this is Midoriya-san from 1A.”

Upon hearing that, the two relax their offensive stances, seemingly recognising them after Kendo has stated their names. Izuku feels his shoulders sagging in relief. However, it must be that the gods aren’t smiling at the omega that day. Or it might just be a stroke of bad luck that the patrolling students that chance upon them sport visual traits that could be said to be… devilish in nature.

The girl has reptilian eyes and a long snake-like tongue that slithers past her lips as if to taste their pheromones in the air. The guy sports the classic demonic appearance, twin horns, a pointed long tail, and a pair of leathery bat-like wings.

Kendo feels movement from Shiozaki and she glances at her friend absent-mindedly. Shiozaki has retaken her own balance without the help of Kendo and risen to her full height, the words of a holy prayer no longer making their way past her lips. Sinister silence seems to envelop her and the veil of her thorny hair expands like a flood of living snakes. “The corrupted ones have risen,” she hisses out, “I see no signs from the heavens hence the end of days is not yet upon us. Fiends who dare disrespect god’s plan in his own time, YOU MUST PERISH!”

And then the nest of thorns bursts into a multitude of directions. It’s looking much like the beginning of the apocalypse, is what flits through Izuku’s mind, a disastrous embrace, cause of death asphyxia and torn to shreds by the terrorising reign of thorny vines.

“Run!”

For the second time of the day, Kendo finds herself fleeing for her life, adrenaline rushing through her veins as she leaps towards the stunned duo and snatches one up before dashing away as fast as her legs would take her. Izuku collects the other one and does the same, heart caught in his throat.

“I just want to do my homework, is that too much to ask for?!” he screams towards the skies.

Chapter 18: You Want to Blow My What…?

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“Over here Izuku!”

Izuku looks towards the source of the voice, a rosy blush painting his cheeks from all the smiles and laughter he’s had. There’s a flower crown sitting atop his head, framed by his fluffy green locks.

He spots Kyouka waving at him on top of a hill.

After briefly excusing himself from his current company, he trudges up the hill to where Kyouka is, being extra careful not to dirty his white yukata. It’s decorated with little red petals pattern and he’s been told repeatedly by his packmates that he looks utterly adorable in it, making the omega in him soar at the compliments.

Izuku’s eyes widen when he reaches his destination.

“Isn’t it beautiful? Who knows such a place exists near our school,” Kyouka whispers.

Just over the hill, lays a vast field of golden dandelions in full bloom, swaying in the light breeze that tickles their petals. Some have turned into white globes, puffballs that children love to pick off to blow and watch the flying little seeds in awe.

Izuku runs down towards the field in unbridled joy, followed by Kyouka’s fond gaze.

Katsuki is hovering nearby, back leant against a tree trunk to keep watch on his preoccupied omega. Time passes by peacefully as Izuku ‘ooh’s and ‘ahh’s at every patch of dandelions.

“Wow!”

Intrigued by the excitement in Izuku’s voice, Katsuki makes his way down towards him. “What did you find that made you so excited, nerd?”

“Look! It’s a double-crested dandelion!” Izuku points at a particular stalk while smiling brightly.

Katsuki stays silent, body going rigid at the sight. It’s a common dried dandelion with densely-bunched silky white bristles that you can find in a field anywhere. What sets it apart is that it has two rounded heads growing from the same stalk, resulting in the two plump white balls to be pressed together to form a heart shape.

Izuku lets out a soft chuckle. There’s a faraway look in his eyes.

“Do you remember Kacchan? We used to blow this together when we were little.”

While many cultures consider dandelions good luck or a symbol of success since the seed-heads are often blown while making a wish, a double-crested dandelion carries a different meaning.

Blowing a double-crested dandelion together is a way for two people to celebrate their bonds, be it parental, friendly or romantic in nature. The white seeds, which flutter up in the air in an intertwined dance, making it impossible to tell which head they originated from, symbolise the numerous moments and experiences shared by these two persons together in the past, present, and future. There’s no barrier in time and space that can separate two hearts that cherish each other’s existences.

They both don’t talk about how the last time they blew a double-crested dandelion together was before Izuku was deemed officially quirkless. A ruminant silence envelops the both of them before Katsuki opens his mouth.

“Deku. Will you–”

Of course this is when the most annoying bubbly voice pierces their relative bubble of peace.

“Woah is that the super rare double-crested dandelion I see there? The so-called White Heart that ties two souls together? How romantic!” Pink hair accompanied by a blinding grin pops into their vision.

Mina is staring at the dandelion Izuku found with stars in her eyes.

Izuku beams openly at her, unbothered by her appearance. “Yes it is!”

Katsuki has a bad feeling about this. Sure enough, then comes the dreaded question.

“Hey, hey, will you blow the dandelion with me, Izuku? Pretty please?”

Katsuki feels the alpha in him stirring. “Stay the f*ck out of this, Pinkie! No one cares about your crap!”

“I care!” Annoying No.2 with chubby-mochi cheeks appears. Katsuki wants to pound that mochi face into oblivion with a damn giant wooden mallet, traditional Japanese style.

Stepping in front of the kneeling frame of his omega, Katsuki snarls. “Better f*cking scram right now Cheeks, this has nothing to do with you. It’s between me and Deku.”

Not one to be intimidated easily, Ochako stands her ground, narrowing her eyes at the posturing alpha. “Mina has a point, you know. Being childhood friends, you’ve probably blown like a hundred White Hearts with Izuku. It’s time to give others a chance. I’m sure Izuku would like it also, right?”

Izuku gulps at the three pairs of eyes suddenly directed at him. “Um, I don’t know guys… I don’t really have a preference…”

The omega should’ve learned by now to not instigate this kind of opportunity to fight over him to emerge, although unintentionally it may be. Sigh.

“Blowing things is MY specialty!”

“Blowing things up is your specialty. But blowing dandelions? With your utter inability to be delicate in any way, nah I don’t think so, bro,” Hanta says, cackling condescendingly.

And then suddenly the rest of his packmates are there, to Izuku’s growing horror.

“I can f*cking be delicate as f*ck! f*ck you!”

“Come on Izu, remember all the good times that we had together!” Denki cries out, “Remember that time when I swapped Fumikage and Yuuga’s room interiors and furniture and they were squawking like mad chickens all over the dorm to find the perpetrator? It was so hilarious!”

Fumikage glares at the beta that just now realises the stupidity he has just committed, darkness seems to flare about his form. “That was you? You foul mortal, the dark lord shall exact due punishment on you. Prepare for eternal pain and suffering.”

“And mon shall discipline you with my stupéfiant twinkles!”

Denki is left screaming while the bringers of sparkles and pitless darkness are hot on his tail.

Izuku’s mind is fizzling at the chaos unfolding before him. Oh god, he did it again, didn’t he? Then there’s a gentle finger hooking his chin to look towards his right. “Haven’t I been such a good Alpha to you, Izuku?” Shouto purrs. Izuku is left frozen at the heat blazing in the alpha’s mismatched eyes. “That time when I made you feel really good, don’t you want to reminisce about it with me?”

Tenya waves angry karate chops at the pair. “Release Izuku this instant, you degenerate fiend! I was the first one that talked to him, excluding Katsuki of course, and that means the celebration of our fateful meeting takes precedence!”

“Yeah to scold him in front of a stadium full of students. Nothing to be celebrated there, is there?” Tooru scoffs.

“Lies! I was the first one to talk to him, and I saved him from falling while on the way to the entrance exam with my quirk!” Ochako adds heatedly, and then sighs dreamily, “And then he saved me from the zero-pointer. If there’s a meeting fated by the gods, it’s ours!”

Ochako is shoved non-gracefully to the side by a barrel-chested sunshine child. Eijirou jabs a proud finger between the impressive swell of his pecs, flashing a shark-like grin. “I’m the best at blowing! My techniques are unparalleled! You’ll be in tears when you see and feel it, I swear Izu!”

“Practically mind-blowing! Get it?” Denki, who somehow has miraculously survived the witch-hunting of the two gods of menace, hollers.

“Please pretty please let me blow your dandelion!” Mina pleads, supplicated in a praying position to the skies.

“Let me blow yours, Izuku! I’ll be the best at it, look, this mouth is practically made for blowing, don’t you agree?” Rikidou makes kissing motions and sounds with his thick lips.

Izuku is currently crawling on his knees, hoping the tall field of dandelions would hide his grand escape attempt, when a hand snatches the back of his yukata. The omega bleats, limbs flailing.

“So who do you choose to blow your dandelion with, Izuku?”

Everyone waits with bated breath for Izuku’s answer. Izuku is profusely sweating under all the intense stares. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spots his potential saviour. Thank goodness for small blessings.

“Aizawa-sensei.”

“WHAT!!!” “WHY?!!”

Aizawa is out walking his goat, a goat dressed in a crisp shirt and dress pants, when his omega student suddenly appears before him like a ghost. His eyes are sparkling like celestial stars in a galaxy, or is that tears?

Aizawa raises a questioning brow, his goat wandering off to munch on random flowers. “Yes?”

“Will you blow this dandelion with me, Aizawa-sensei?”

Aizawa blinks. Is he imagining it or are there little flowers floating around Midoriya’s face? Then he makes the mistake of looking behind the hopeful omega. The death glares of his entire pack are what greeted him. Some of them are even hissing. He wonders who would fall for such an obvious death trap.

When Aizawa is about to shoo away the omega like a stray (rude!), he is met with a blast of Midoriya’s infamous puppy-dog eyes. He’s more of a cat person damn it, so why?

“Sure.”

Ignoring the intensifying glares of the jealous pack over their omega is a practised move by this point. The things he does for his problem child…

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Little little Dandelion

A White Heart in the field

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Chapter 19: The __ Killer!

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Izuku is staring dumbfoundedly at the box cradled in his arms. This isn’t quite what he expects first thing on a Sunday morning, cornered right outside his door with a mysterious package dumped at him.

“This is… for me?”

Three beaming faces give him vigorous nods.

“Yes! Come on, open it!” Eijirou prompts with a wide grin, practically radiating impatience. His companions, Denki and Mina, are in a similar excitable state of soda cans about to burst.

Chewing the inside of his mouth, Izuku says, “But it’s your birthday today, shouldn’t you be the one receiving gifts?”

They have already covered the element of surprise by banging at Eijirou’s door rapidly last midnight and letting off several birthday poppers when his sleepy face peers out the door, so Izuku figures there’s no harm in hinting that there are also birthday gifts to be expected.

“I actually bought this for you to celebrate my birthday!”

“We helped him pick it!” Denki pipes in proudly.

“Come on, Izu! We promise it doesn’t bite,” Snickering, Mina gives him a secretive wink.

Still confused, Izuku shrugs and goes to tear off the flimsy seal tape. He takes the content out, putting the box down carefully to free both hands to hold it open properly. Once his brain registers exactly what he’s holding, the omega’s face burns beet red in an instant. “This…!” He stares bewilderedly at the beta. “Eiji-kun!”

Eijirou merely beams brighter, giving off the impression of a goofy innocent child.

“Come on Izuku, pretty please?” Mina bats off her eyelashes, her not-so-secret tactical weapon boasting an almost zero failure rate. She does have pretty eyelashes. “You’ll be the hottest chick that ever struts U.A. unholy grounds!”

Her statement confirms the gnawing suspicion Izuku has after being made aware just what accursed item is lying inside the box.

“Ho-hottest isn’t exactly a word I’d like to associate myself with…” Izuku trails off, trying to come up with a decent response to avoid the imminent scenario his devious packmates are leading him towards. Yet his mind halts to a stop once his nervous gaze finds its way back to the birthday beta.

Eijirou is wearing the most pitiful expression ever seen on his normally macho demeanour, all pouty lips and teary eyes. “So… it’s a no?”

Ugh those eyes. It’s as if Izuku has kicked a little puppy and crushed all of its dreams.

The omega sighs defeatedly.

“Oooh!!”

Izuku resists the urge to One for All his way away to the moons, never to be seen again. Isn’t the deal made between the four of them, how come his entire pack is here!

After the initial excitement, a reverent hush then falls over the pack as if a deity is imparting their holy words. Or a sinful demon. And what a bewitching sight it is befitting of their awe.

Izuku is clothed in a sleeveless loose turtleneck made of lavender knitted fabric that reaches just past his crotch. Calling it ‘sleeveless’ is actually a bit of an understatement.

In the front part, the soft fabric only flares a teensy bit wider below his neck that the omega’s rosy nipples can be seen peeking out the sides. Add that the bottom is so short that even as Izuku keeps pulling the edge down it still barely covers his ass. Revealing the whole length of his toned thighs to his hungry spectators.

However the debatably best part is the back. Holy heavens. Past the turtleneck there’s nothing, only the lean mouthwatering expanse of Izuku’s naked back that narrows down into a plunging backline of lavender fabric sitting atop the omega’s plump ass.

The silence is broken by the sudden onslaught of whoots and wolf whistles as Izuku fidgets like a fried upright worm under all the heated gazes.

“That’s seriously not good for my heart.” Mashirao is clutching the spot above his heart, slightly wheezing.

Mina seems dead set on her fashion walk agenda. “Strut strut strut! Shake that sexy ass!”

Shouto’s eyes are shining as he whispers reverently, “Nipples…”

“Deku!!! You f*cker, you think I’m afraid of you?! Come at me you damn nerd!”

“That waist is going to be the death of me, I swear.”

“For me it’s those thighs. I’ve always dreamt of getting my head crushed in between them like a watermelon. What I wouldn’t give to experience it just once, just once…” Denki sighs dreamily.

“What in the f*cking f*ck is Izuku wearing?” Kyouka is blushing so hard that her mouth filters completely fail.

Putting aside the borderline p*rnographic appearance, Izuku’s lean, muscular frame is also expertly encircled in red gift ribbons that come to a crimson bowtie on the area above his heart. Is this scandalous display seriously supposed to be Eijirou’s birthday gift? Kyouka doesn’t know whether to hug the goofy beta or wrangle his neck.

“I believe it is what the residents of the dark corners of the internet may refer to as the legendary Virgin Killer Sweater.” Fumikage nods sagely. The area around them is dimming as if a veil of darkness is draped over every object, sucking its light away. “With just one appearance, it is rumoured to be able to topple an army of the toughest men and women.” His recitation gives a sharper and clearer picture of a not-so-real historical account in a story book, of vast tracts of lifeless ground covered in heaps of bloodied corpses as far as the eye can see.

The air tastes like death and ruin.

A group of knights is lumbering through the desolate landscape, their heavy armour making a quiet clicking sound with each wary step. Their proud existence is what the hopeful citizens hailed as heroes, destined to strike down evil once and for all.

“The demon king is just up on this hill,” says one of them.

Their journey continues upwards until the peak of the hill that crests across a blood-red sky appears. Something that prickles the hair at the back of their necks is nearby, something that is unquestionably more powerful than any foe they have faced.

In between the rocky protrusions, a pair of glowing acidic orbs are seen, blanketed by pitless dark shadows that seem keen on sucking their souls out. Watching.

“Heroes, are you looking for me?” A sultry male voice echoes like a distant bell, causing every hero to shiver. “For daring to approach this demon king, you must be prepared for the consequences?”

Then a dainty ankle steps out of the shadows, followed slowly by the remainder of its body.

Their eyes go wider and wider with every inch of skin exposed. The demon king is surprisingly human-like, minus twin devil horns sitting atop luscious emerald curls. And it’s precisely its human body that will be their undoing.

It smirks.

Pure evil is wafting, mixing with a seductive scent that captures them in a trance.

Uncharacteristically soft, the demon king's attire resembles a fluffy purple cloud weaved into thick fabric that covers its neck and tapers down the front instead of wicked black thorns more befitting an incarnation of evil. Its perky rosy nipples are visible from either side. And as it spins once, every motion graceful and fairy-like, its sides and backside are revealed to be completely exposed, a plane of fair skin speckled by freckles with a tiny waist that is made to be held.

Not a single sound can be heard for long unnerving seconds except for a tiny whimper.

“My eyes…”

A hero wearing red seems to snap out of the strange mind state that the demon king seems to have induced them in. “Quick cover your eyes! This skill targets your vulnerable sense of sight to get through your brain to rot it from—!”

Before the other hero can finish his sentence, blood suddenly spurts out from every hero’s nostrils and they collapse on their knees. With each detail of the demon’s sinful shape being permanently inscribed in their brains, there’s unbearable heat that threatens to burn them from the inside out.

“What is this skill…?!” Fear is thick in her voice, as she shakily moves back, fingernails digging into dirt. “This isn’t written anywhere in our records!”

“There’s this irresistible urge to…to…” Another hero’s trembling hand is reaching towards the devilish figure as if being puppetered by invisible strings, then his fingers move to seemingly clench and unclench an invisible ball of air.

“No you mustn't!!” screams another.

“Once you fall for it you’ll get consumed by the demon king, soul, heart- everything! There’s no coming back!”

Just like that, the red sky cracks into a thousand tiny pieces. Only the real world remains.

Izuku bravely peeks his eyes open while still stiffly locking his limbs from executing the worm dance. Why is everyone so quiet?

“I can’t take this anymore.” Is what Hanta says but it’s Shouto who tackles the omega to the communal nest in their common room. Izuku releases an omegan squeal. Like a possessed man, Shouto then shamelessly goes straight for Izuku’s exposed thigh. More specifically his inner thigh that has the omega’s scent gland.

“Sh-Sh-Sho—!!” Izuku squeaks, scandalised, as the alpha manhandles him into a prime position of scenting that puts him on his back, legs spread, with the alpha’s face firmly planted on his inner thigh.

Then it’s like the dam has burst. Before Izuku can reorganise his fizzled brain into a semblance of order, everyone has swarmed him. He can feel another tongue lapping at his other thigh scent gland, dousing him with possessive scents of pack.

This isn’t what he pictures the celebration of Eijirou’s birthday to be. Strung up with bright red ribbons like a humanoid gift in the most scandalous outfit he’s ever seen, with at least two of his packmates between his thighs lapping enthusiastically at his scent glands like glorified lollipops!

Despite all the frenzy, Izuku is relieved to find that his packmates are taking care not to suffocate him, he can still breathe fine although his heart is thundering in his rib cages with all the mindblowing stimuli he’s simultaneously experiencing right now.

“This is the best birthday ever!”

Red hair pops out from beneath the scuffle of bodies. Some of its spikes have flattened yet Eijirou can’t be more thrilled being where he is now, between his beloved omega’s thighs.

Izuku growls, baring his tiny omega fangs, “Bad Eijirou! Look at what you’ve done!”

His threatening display is interrupted with a startled squeak when he feels an exploratory hand groping his butt. His head whips around so fast to locate the perpetrator. Izuku resists the urge to groan.

“Not you too Momo!”

Momo looks embarrassed as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear like a demure school girl. “Sorry Izuku. Denki has been telling me nonstop about how firm your butt is. So my hand just… moves on its own.”

Izuku is now solidly resigned to his fate of being a scenting toy to his packmates.

At some point, he’s laid on his front. The patch of skin on the dip of his back before the cleft of his butt is his last scent gland. Hot breath fans the skin before the sensation of being scented is felt by Izuku. As much as this position embarrasses him, Izuku can’t deny what a thrill it is to be scented at such a private part that’s normally hidden under his clothes. Only Tenya has ever done it before. It certainly lights up the pleasure parts of his brain in a satisfying way.

He’s purring now, pliant and all traces of resistance gone.

Some unidentifiable amount of time passes before Izuku’s hazy mindstate is disturbed abruptly when he detects a foreign scent a distance away from his nest.

It’s Rikidou that first identifies the newcomer by name. “Present Mic! Th-This isn’t what it looks like, I promise!”

All the previous docile, pampered omega fluttery feelings are promptly expelled out of Izuku’s brain, replaced by mortified horror at seeing the beta teacher standing there, staring at them. His hair is down in a braid decorated with tiny flowers, no doubt the work of Eri, and he’s wearing a lamb print pyjama set. He’s the last thing from looking intimidating but that flat, expressionless face certainly causes goosebumps to travel down each of their spines.

“A-Ah this-this, isn’t, is, uh-what, th-that, ohmygodpleasejustkillmenow!!” Izuku screams, hiding his face in his arms, desperately hoping that some benevolent god will pity him and evaporate him into insignificant air particles.

“Sensei, I can explain,” Tenya coughs, holding his hand up as if this is a classroom and he’s waiting to get called by the teacher.

Katsuki is positioning himself in front of Izuku, wordlessly conveying his intent to resist any attempt to remove his omega.

Unexpectedly, instead of sending their asses to Hound Dog to get chewed on morals and decency, Present Mind merely laughs. “Well don’t mind me. I’m just passing by to see what all the commotion is. Nobody is getting murdered so that’s a good sign.”

Everyone is astounded at this lukewarm response instead of the nuclear explosion the voice hero is certainly capable of making that they’re expecting.

“I take it as you giving us permission?” Mezou says.

“To be horny little gremlins to a packmate? Sure. Part of being teenagers is exploring how to be one. Responsibly,” he tuts as if lecturing them, but the beta teacher’s body language doesn’t show that he’s intending to intervene further.

“You’re not going to stop them?!” Izuku squeaks out, voice bordering on hysterics.

“Hey I’m not Shouta.” Present Mic shrugs. “I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything. Do whatever floats your pack boat. Just don’t let Nemuri see you like that, she’ll make you try so much stuff out that you might as well be her personal dress up omega doll.”

And then just like that he leaves, Izuku’s only last hope of a saviour. Back into the wolf’s den, with countless hungry eyes boring on him. The omega gulps.

Izuku thinks it isn’t fair that he’s in this situation when it’s the first time he ever learns the name of the sorry excuse of an outfit he’s wearing. Virgin killer sweater.

What a literal name.

Something is getting killed today, it’s not exactly Izuku but it kind of is.