The day was cold and crisp with new fallen snow outside his apartment window. Izuku sighed. He was tired, exhausted even. Nothing was going the way that it needed to. His phone dinged with a new notification. Frustration clawed at his nerves. How annoying. He was still beat up from his previous mission. Cold, wounded, and not happy. Swiftly de-arming himself was necessary before he looked at the new information sent to him. Counting everything and Pulling on a pair of black jeans and a blue t-shirt calmed his mind. He cringed as the wound in his side pulled and strained his side. Izuku frowned. That was going to scar, another one he could add to his ever growing collection. Pulling out his phone he looked at the email.

Target assignment 1354

Status: unknown

Mission: search and destroy. Gather intel from main database

analyze data before mission report with Black

Location: warehouse 375 north street downtown...

He growled in anger. Those fuckers were using him over his assigned missions. Assholes, all of them. The alpha took a deep breath as he thought about his options. He could say no, but then his next contract period would be hell. Or he could do the stupid mission then finally get his time off. The blasted time off that he was supposed to get for the past 5 years, but no they just had to work him to the bone. Sighing with distain he pulled up his number one contact. Hitting call he waited.

" Hello, Number?" The voice on the other side requested. Izuku sighed.

" Green 652, Mission ID 1354 requesting approval." He said with no emotion. A series of beeps came from the other end of the call before he heard the dreaded approval ding. Damn him. He kind of hoped that it would get denied, but alas no luck.

" You will be transferred to an direct leader, please wait a few seconds for the connection. " The robotic voice rumbled. Izuku grunted as he got up and moved to his laptop. The apartment that they had given him for the past three months was in the hood you might say. Half the time, when he could get a couple of hours of sleep he would always be woken up by shots fired by the neighbors' or some gang fight that was over something like drugs or trafficking.

His room was furnished with a bed that he rarely used, a closet that held three pairs of his gear along with day clothes, and a small work desk that he always seemed to be glued to. The rest of the apartment was nothing remarkable. Small kitchen that once again like the bed he rarely used and a medium sized living room that had a window that over looked the rows of industrial warehouses that held more dirt than the ground.

Shady deals and underground fighting rings that he himself had a reputation in from his free time. His code name in the underground was Black Devil because of the black eyes and the black burns that he left on his opponents. His qiurk had manifested at a young age and was not widely known even in the circle of teachers that taught him while he was in UA. All Might had also not known because Izuku had kept it a secret. The thought of green flames and the massive body covering tattoo that came with his quirk drew a grimace from him. It had taken years for him to master his original quirk, then when All Might had given his One For All it had wacked with his painstakingly gained control almost throwing him back to square one. However with the addition of One For All his quirk had almost tripled in strength and made the density of his body far more dense that even All Might's body.

At age 19, his hero name Deku was also enlisted into the Prime Alpha Operational Core or known as the PAOC for prime alphas like him to be enlisted in a international military program that handled the top secret missions that the hero's never even knew about. Sighing he waited on the line as his thoughts drifted to what he would do when he was finally on his paid leave for vacation, a full 18 months worth. However we could get called for major operations as he was in the top 3 rankings for the PAOC. He couldn't get away from that even if he tried. Maybe he would go back to see Aunty and his group from UA. Might even swing by All Might's place just to catch up on how he was doing. Izuku smirked as he thought back on his two teachers skipping around each other. Yagi and Aizawa had always been to focused on work and hero duty rather than the more than obvious feelings that they had for each other. It almost made him laugh how before he left for his enlistment to America he had told Yagi to make a move before it was to late. The look of shock on his face had been priceless.

" Your connection has been made please wait a brief moment for the selected official to get on the line." Izuku snapped back to attention as he pulled up the files sent to him. The file showed the layout of the warehouse and the target files, basic daily routine, and close group members. Dull green eyes scanned the information committing all of it to memory. A certain line made him pause and re-read the previous section. That wasn't good. Five targets now turned to 50+, stupid yakuza groups. However he could use his own status in the yakuza community to get them to back down, but he would have to do some scouting before anything could be decided.

" Mission 1354 approved. Assigned agent ID Green 652. How long do you think this will take, agent?" The familiar voice of his superior filled his ear. His heart slowed and his mind went overdrive. Pupils dilated almost making his eyes black.

" Scouting 48 hours, gear and bombs set 3 hours, mission with 50 or more targets 1 hour, report will be made and given after final details are gathered and analyzed. Estimated total hours is 52 hours, sir." Izuku finished as his pulse slowed even further. It was a technique that helped with his overactive brain that always went off track.

" Good. Sooner than expected but not with your track record Green. Full details and number of personal targets will need to be included in the report as well as personal files of the individuals that are taken out. We'll match them to the Target Database then send your your pay." The calm voice filled Izuku's mind and gave a clear mission.

" Yes sir."

" What are your plans for your paid leave Green?" Izuku stilled. Normally he would always get a firm but calm dismissal and start on his mission right after, not today it seemed.

" I'll be going to my hometown and staying in the area. If I require to move then I'll inform you before so my location is known."

The silence on the other end was not uncommon. A few clicks could be heard from the phone.

" Your Omega shots will be sent to your location after you send us the exact address. I will also be sending over your files along with any medical files that you might need for your stay." This gave Izuku pause. Why would they be sending all that over to him? He didn't even know about all the information that they had on him.

" Permission to speak sir." Izuku questioned.

" Granted." Came the calm voice over that phone.

" Sir, why would I need all my files sent over to me if I'm on paid leave. Is there something that I'm not aware of?" he questioned. Did they want him to stay in his hometown? That could be arranged but then why was he being sent a file that he was told he would never see?

" Green, your supplier of Omega Shots seems to be having some issues and as you know that means that you will need to provide pheromone patches to your match. As you are not aware of who your match is, that is why you are being sent your file." His superior explained. Izuku gulped. Sweat slipped down his brow as he gulped.

" Sir, I am aware of who my Supplier is." He flinched after he finished his statement. Silence meet his ears for 83 seconds, damn his overactive brain, before his superior let out a sigh.

" Care to explain?"

Izuku's stomach dropped.

" Sir, … I became aware when my first rut came into affect. I was in close proximity to my supplier. However my supplier did not know that I had my first Rut. My class in UA Simply thought that I had gone home for a week and came back. I was on scent suppressants right after, so no one knew that I had transitioned into my dynamic." He gulped. " Nezdu was informed by myself and I let him know after I got a physical and my official documentation done. No potential targets received this information as I had the documents sealed right after they were drafted." He finished, hoping that he wouldn't be on the receiving end of any horrible punishments'. He dearly hoped that it wouldn't lead to that.

" It would seem that even at a younger age you thought ahead Green. Good job eliminating any paper trails. You will still receive the files though. No changes to your mission at this time. Please keep the carnage to a minimum this time, as the last mission you took lasted with the cleaning team there for two whole days. That is all. Safe operations and keep in touch with our undercover agent. Dismissed." His superior calmly said before hanging up. Izuku blew out a deep breath as his nerves still sizzled with adrenaline. He did not want to be on the receiving end of this particular superior seeing as he was the one to train him and knew all the ways to fuck with his mind and body. That man was a scary one. Not that he couldn't take him in a fight, seeing as Izuku was better at fighting that his superior, but that man could order him to do things that he would rather not do.

Leaning back Izuku's train of thought shifted to what type of situation his supplier would have had to get into for him to have to supply pheromone patches. It wasn't going to be much different than what he did now, he would just have to talk his used patches and send them to his Pair Manager in PAOC. That would be troublesome, as his personal assistant was one nosey lady. He sighed. How annoying.

A ding went off telling him of his incoming mail. leaning forward he clicked on the new email opening it.

He scanned it looking at the basic information.

Personal File:

Name: Izuku Midoriya

Alias: Kanno Tatsuo

Code Name: Green 652 / Deku- As per hero register

Mission Agent ID: 6789MI3-652BOA001

Age: 24

Height: 6'3''

Birthday: July 15th, 2000

Sex: Male

Gender: Prime Alpha ( Top 3% of world alpha genetics )

Quirk: Green Blaze: Ability %: 100%

One For All: Ability %: 98% ( Quirk Obtained from All Might through genetic transfer )- Further evaluations will be made as physicals are held for patient.

Residence: Location Updates as mission operations

Mission Count: 779 ( Counting before leave of vacation )

Kill Count: 23,370

Target Database Match %: 99.935%

- Kill Matches: 23,355

- Side kills: 15

Mission Hours: 36,344HRS

Active mission Statement: Eliminate Target personnel-

Mission titles: Top Analyst-Stealth Hitter- Top Power Lead- Trap and Bomb Expert.

Tools & Gear: Sword, Gun, Knife, Rope, Mask, Tooth Guards, Thermal equipment, other related gear as needed for assignment.

Match: Katsuki Bakugo

Match Sex: Male

Match Gender: Omega

Match Birthday: April 20th, 2000

Match Supply frequency: Every 15 days (due to hormonal issues, dosage will increase to 710ML, same frequency

Match Supplement Rate: 350ML-Dismissed- New rate of 710ML as supplier is affected. May change.

Izuku's throat went dry. What could have affected Katsuki enough that he would be producing almost twice the normal amount of Omega milk. His thoughts shifted to the possibility of a hormonal imbalance due to quirk exposure. The probabilities were there but the simply fact that he now had to supply pheromone patches changes that thought process. An omega that has never come in contact with their destined match's pheromone shouldn't be producing that much omega milk.

Yes, the previous supply every 15 days had been plenty to calm his alpha instincts and his raging inner thoughts, but now with an increase of the supply it would seem that his inner alpha was thrashing with pleasure. Thoughts of his omega squirming under his as he sucked his chest dry flashed in his mind. His inner alpha clawed at the iron bars that was his iron will. Nope not going down that rabbit hole, banishing the thoughts from his mind proved to take longer that Izuku liked. He was not going to be like all the other alpha's that he had the unfortunate pleasure of growing up around as a young boy. Nope, not going to happen. Not that it would ever happen. As far as anything was going to happen, nothing was going to happen. Absolutely nothing. Katsuki hated him, and had hated him since they were younger. And as that was the case, Izuku had resigned himself to the fact that he would be alone forever. No mate and no kids. But now that he thought about it, that could provide some great work opportunities.

Who was a kidding, the thought that he would never get to have a mate that loved him and could help him create a family hurt like hell. However, Izuku had years of experience pushing all those thoughts in a big big box and burning them so they didn't affect him. After all, a tool didn't need to have all the emotions of a caring person. They only did their job and what they were told to do, nothing more.

But first, he had a mission to do, then he could worry about everything else after that was done. He took a deep breath then focused on his heartbeat. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... calm surrounded him. He reached out with his mind and grabbed his cold uncaring mindset and put it into effect. No more nice, no more mercy. None of that. His heart stopped. 30 seconds, 60 seconds, then a beat, then another. Izuku opened his eyes. Black eyes focused on the files in front of him. No more words would leave him until his objective was complete. A blank face was reflected in the screen as Deku came to the forefront of his mind. There was no room for mistakes. No need for them. Everything would play out like he planned. No changes to the plan. Izuku's fangs extended as his jaw clenched. Izuku was no longer in charge, Deku was and Deku was a cold, hard, killing machine.