A/N: I am so sorry about the long wait! I started abusing my prescription pills and now I'm addicted. But the two-month supply I had saved up is now gone, so I'm just here to suffer, skipping days and saving up so I can take a bunch at once. :')
Other than that, I started RPing, and I've been addicted to that, too. So... yeah... I don't really have the energy to write out everything that's been going on in my life. Just know that even if I did the excuses wouldn't be adequate! :D
I wrote the first seven pages of this like a month ago now, so I apologize if that's obvious.
I also haven't slept in two days. (I woke up on Monday, it is now Wednesday afternoon.) So even though I feel like I can only function when I don't sleep, I apologize if the writing quality suffers due to that. I just knew I needed to get this out for my king/queen Askora 3
(I may or may not have fallen asleep for a solid ten minutes sitting up while writing this.)
Also, I feel like this entire chapter is just angst for no reason(?) The food scene was written right after I woke up from that ten minute eepy time, and I was disoriented AF. X_X The scene is inspired by a part of my RP where my insecure chubby OC eats too much. But instead of just fucking breaking down, he makes himself throw up. Don't worry, that's not Deku... in this chappy at least. (I may or may not be debating giving him bulimia. Thoughts in the comments? Love it? Hate it? LMK!)
I also made some art (see below) like a month ago for this fic. It's set in this universe, but I can't see it ever being canon in the fic. The idea behind it was that KiriBakuTodo convinced Deku to wear girl's clothes. And ho boy, is that skirt short.
So the art is what Izu looks like in this 'verse. :) And as you can probably tell... I may have a thing for femboys.
Also, yes, Izu's got that much junk in the trunk. ;)
(The wrapping around Izuku's chest is to keep his wings hidden.)
With all of that out of the way, enjoy the steaming pile of freshly picked trash, my gremlins~ 3
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Shouta released the spell that locked the alphas' doors and dispelled the enchantment that prevented them from hearing each other. Immediately, the sound of doors bursting open echoed down the hall, and three furious alpha vampires stumbled into the room one after the other. Their first concern was Izuku's safety, visually checking him for any signs of injury. Once satisfied that he was unharmed, they turned their attention to Shouta, near-feral growls ripping from deep within their throats.
They all stomped over to Shouta as one, gnashing their teeth in angry indignation. Shouta rolled his eyes at their behaviour, which only infuriated them further. "Calm down," he drawled.
"Calm down?!" Katsuki hissed, clenching and unclenching his fists. Izuku watched the display, genuinely fearing that he may attempt to strangle the man. "What did you do to him?!" He snarled, his voice low and dangerous. His growls were by far the most menacing, and had Shouta been any less powerful, he probably would have succumbed to fear at Katsuki's intimidating presence.
The overwhelming scent of the three angry alphas hit Izuku and he let out a small whine. Four pairs of eyes turned to him and he looked away nervously, feeling the weight of their collective attention and curling in on himself slightly.
It's funny how he turns from someone with enough killing intent and magic power to temporarily cripple a man in one second to a fearful little mouse the next, Shouta scoffed internally.
"Shit, Mido. We're not mad at you," Eijirou assured him quickly, his voice gentle. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did Mr. Aizawa do anything to you?" He fired the questions in rapid succession, worry lacing his tone.
Izuku shook his head frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "I-I'm fine, honest," he said in a small voice. Eijirou had listened carefully to his heartbeat as he spoke, reassuring himself that Izuku was telling the truth and was indeed unharmed.
Shouto shook his head angrily. "Still, that was uncalled for," he growled at Shouta. He thought back on how the raven-haired man had used his powers on them after storming into the room their omega was in, how terrified they'd all felt. Wait, he thought, anger shifting to something more fearful, He... used his powers...? "Does... Midoriya know?" Shouto asked in a small voice, looking back at the omega who was still refusing to meet any of their gazes.
Shouta let out a small huff and crossed his arms. "Yes, he is aware of your... predicament," he confirmed, his tone guarded.
The three alphas stared at him with shocked expressions for a moment, but it was Katsuki who recovered the fastest. "You asshole," he spat, looking pissed beyond belief. He clenched his fists, glaring at Shouta. "We told you we didn't want to fucking tell him," he hissed, seething with anger.
"And we thought you did something horrible to him!" Eijirou cut in, his voice tinged with frustration. "The least you could have done was explain what was going on—which, what the hell happened?" He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation. And it better be a damn good one, too, he thought angrily.
"You smelled like a threat." Shouta shrugged casually. "The atmosphere felt tense, and I sensed a surge of aggression from all of you. My priority was to ensure Izuku's safety, so I used my powers to calm the situation and protect him," he drawled, glaring across the room at Izuku, who still refused to meet his heated gaze as he looked down at the floor.
Shouto couldn't help but think there was more to the story, but before he could ask, Katsuki butted in with his thoughts. "That's bullshit! We were angry at you, you motherfucker. Seriously? That's your grand explanation?" He scoffed.
Shouta shot him a warning glare, not liking his tone. "Yes. I'm aware of how you three can get when angered. I acted on what I perceived to be the best course of action at the time." He looked up from the couch to bore his gaze into Katsuki's, but the blond wasn't willing to give up so easily.
"We'd never lay a finger on Midoriya, fuck wipe. Why the fuck do you think we'd direct our anger at him instead of your sorry ass, huh?" He growled, stepping closer to the man and jabbing a finger into his chest.
Shouta rolled his eyes. "Does the name 'Hiroko' ring any bells?" Shouta inquired knowingly.
The trio paled at the name, remembering the muscular alpha girl whom they'd practically maimed because she'd threatened to expose that they were vampires to the human world. She'd cornered them in an alleyway one night after claiming to have regained a few of her memories. The situation resulted in a violent altercation with fangs, claws, and blood.
Shouta had to heal her, and she'd been close to death when the trio had called him in a panic. He'd even had to implant memories to make her think a wild animal had attacked her.
Though the alphas felt no regret over the situation (Hiroko had been one of the most obnoxious, rude, and loud-mouthed girls they'd ever met), they were outraged that Shouta thought they'd ever do something like that to Izuku.
Sweet, kind, adorable Izuku, with his chubby freckled cheeks and wide, innocent eyes.
"You're a fucking idiot," Katsuki snapped, his voice laced with anger and disbelief.
Well, at least they seem to have bought the lie, Shouta thought with relief. It would have been hard to come up with a better excuse given the fact that he'd spoken about smelling something off immediately before everything had gone to shit.
"Idiot or not, I have good news for you," Shouta said in a dull tone, uncrossing his arms. He gestured towards Izuku, who was still standing awkwardly to the side. "Izuku has agreed to let you drink his blood," he announced, his tone flat. The alphas exchanged surprised looks, clearly not expecting that turn of events. "And I know I said he had to lose weight before you could feed from him, but that was simply a ruse. I set things up that way with the hope that you four would become acquainted and bond, and he would become a long-time blood supply for the three of you," he admitted, his tone only slightly tinged with regret. As he paused, he gave each one of them a knowing look. "Point is—you can begin feeding from him straight away," He told them, a hint of finality in his tone.
Please just agree so I can live a somewhat peaceful life—if only for a while.
"No," Katsuki snapped angrily, going back to clenching his fists.
"Not happening," Eijirou added on.
"I don't particularly feel inclined to do so, either," Shouto remarked coolly, his stance unwavering.
A month; that's all I ask. Just one peaceful month.
Shouta let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Listen, I'm aware you view Midoriya as a friend, but-"
"Not. Happening," Katsuki cut him off, his tone sharp and final.
"If I may cut in here..." Izuku muttered, speaking up for the first time since the beginning of the conversation.
The three alphas all glanced at him expectantly, looking ready to hang off of his every word. Izuku gulped. "I really don't mind…. Mr. Aizawa explained that it satiates you, that you've been living off of animal blood, which apparently tastes awful... I can't imagine having to live like that..." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "So if I can make it so that you can actually enjoy what you're consuming, then I want to help. You'd do the same for me, right?" He was finally looking at them, eyes wide and innocent.
The trio stared at him wordlessly for a moment, until finally Shouto spoke up. "Midoriya..." he murmured. "I know where you're coming from, but..." he trailed off, not knowing where to start with just how bad of an idea this was.
Izuku shook his head. "It's fine, I promise. Just let me do this for you. Don't you want to be able to enjoy your meals? And eat regular food without having to worry about it not being enough?" He asked, looking at them with hopeful determination.
It was the trio's turn to look away. Shouta gave him a nod and Izuku continued. "You guys have done so much for me since I've come to live here. Please, let me repay your kindness, even if it's in a small way." He approached them, expression earnest and determined. "I swear to you I can handle it... and... I t-trust you..." He admitted in a meek voice.
The trio looked at one another before settling their gaze back on Izuku. "You don't get it, Midoriya. Just one of us drinking your blood could be enough to kill you. And there's three of us! Not to mention the fact that you're an omega. We just don't want to hurt you. We'd never forgive ourselves if that happened," Eijirou said, eyes soft as he gazed at the green-haired omega before him.
Izuku smiled up at Eijirou. "Like I said, I trust you." He gave a sheepish smile, and the three alphas' hearts melted at the sight.
The trio exchanged concerned glances, unsure of how to dissuade Izuku without upsetting him. Shouto stepped forward, his expression serious. "Izuku, it's not just about trust. Your safety is our priority. We can't risk harming you, no matter how much you insist."
Katsuki nodded, his usual fiery demeanour softened by his genuine concern. "Yeah. We just can't do that to you. The blood packs are gross, yeah, but we'd rather drink animal blood than see you hurt."
Izuku's smile faltered, but he remained confident. "I understand your concerns, but please, let me do this. I just want to help," he pleaded with them, hoping they would understand his determination in wanting to assist them.
The alphas looked at each other, silently communicating their reluctance to accept Izuku's offer. However, they also realized that this seemed to be something Izuku wasn't willing to drop. After a moment, Eijirou sighed, his resolve faltering. "Fine, but we're going to be careful. We'll only take a little bit, and if anything feels off, tell us and we'll stop immediately."
Shouto and Katsuki nodded in agreement, albeit reluctantly. "We'll do it your way, Midoriya, but we're not taking this lightly," Shouto said, his tone serious.
Izuku nodded, grateful for their compromise. "Thank you, guys. I know you're reluctant to drink my blood, but I appreciate being able to help you out... more than you could ever know." He offered them a small, reassuring smile, hoping to ease their concerns.
There was a moment of silence. None of the alphas—besides Shouta—were particularly pleased with the arrangements.
"Well, with that, I'll be out of your hair," Shouta stated, resisting the urge to smirk as he stood. 'Job well done,' he told Izuku telepathically.
Izuku jumped slightly at the voice that popped into his head unexpectedly, not having been aware that upirs could communicate mentally.
'I just did what I thought was right,' he responded, not sure of whether or not Shouta would be able to hear his response. The man nodded at him after he'd thought the words, however, so he assumed he had.
The group watched Shouta exit the room, waiting for the door to close before anyone dared to speak.
"Did he threaten you at all?" Shouto asked gently, cupping Izuku's chubby cheeks in his hands and looking down at him with a concerned expression.
Izuku shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips. "No, I promise. That was all me," he assured them, reaching up and resting his hands atop Shouto's. The gesture felt oddly intimate, but he knew the alphas were always touchy-feely—though he'd noticed that they were especially so with him, of all people.
Shouto blushed at the expression on Izuku's face, heart skipping a beat. He's too cute... he thought fondly. Shouto couldn't help but smile at Izuku's adorableness. At the same time, he was relieved that the boy hadn't been treated poorly by Shouta. "Good," he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly over Izuku's cheek. "We wouldn't want anyone to hurt you, ever."
Izuku's smile faltered at Shouto's words, but he felt a warmth spread through his chest at the alpha's gentle touch. "Thank you, Shouto," he said sweetly, his eyes looking up to meet Shouto's with gratitude.
The dual-haired boy's blush deepened at the sincerity in Izuku's gaze, his heart fluttering at the affection he saw there. He cleared his throat, trying to dispel the sudden rush of emotions. "You're welcome, Midoriya," he replied, his voice a little huskier than usual. Katsuki snorted and Shouto released Izuku's face quickly. He took a step back, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"So..." Izuku murmured in a quiet voice after a moment of silence. The trio looked down at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "Did you- um- want to... you know..." He trailed off, unsure of how to broach the subject.
Shouto's red face had gone pale, while Katsuki and Eijirou looked hesitant. "Drink your blood... ?" Eijirou finished for him.
Izuku looked nervous but nodded regardless. "I know you said you'd... um... only take a bit at a time, but I'm a lot stronger than I look." He let out a nervous chuckle.
Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Don't even start, nerd. We're not having this conversation. If you're letting us drink your blood, we're gonna be gentle about it."
Izuku's expression faltered, but he kept his gaze level as he said, "Tha-That's fine. But I swear that I can handle-"
"Midoriya..." Shouto cut in. "I know you're eager to... 'help' us, but you don't understand. It's hard enough not to give in to our vampiric urges and suck humans dry the moment their blood touches our lips... but we're going to have to be extra careful with you—not only because there are three of us, but because you're also an omega." He plopped down on the couch behind him, grabbing Izuku's hand and dragging him down with him. Izuku let out a small squeak but didn't resist.
"Yeah," Eijirou said. "You're important to us, Mido. We'd never forgive ourselves if anything happened to you, especially if it was our fault." He also sat on the couch, on the opposite side of Izuku. Katsuki followed suit, sitting down beside the redhead.
"We'll take it slow, and if you feel anything even remotely bad, you need to say something ASAP, got it?" Katsuki was glowering down at him, and Izuku crumpled slightly at his intense stare.
Izuku gulped. "Go-Got it," he stammered, feeling a bit intimidated, even if that wasn't Katsuki's intention. He nodded quickly, wanting to reassure Katsuki that he understood. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "So, who's going first?" He asked.
Shouto immediately piped up, "Not me. I have a bit of a... problem when it comes to drinking more than my fill." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "And I'd like to see how you react first," he added.
Izuku nodded his head, understanding where he was coming from. He turned his attention to Katsuki and Eijirou. "So... ?" He inquired.
Katsuki glanced to Eijirou. "You have the best control out of all three of us, you should go first," he told him.
Eijirou nodded. "All right," he said a bit hesitantly. He didn't even want to drink Izuku's blood in the first place, but they'd already agreed, and Izuku seemed so eager.
Izuku blushed and pushed the collar of his shirt aside, gaze drawing away from Eijirou. The redhead turned a brilliant shade of red at the sight; Izuku looked so inviting, so trusting... not to mention beautiful.
Eijirou felt his fangs drop instinctually, and he moved in close to Izuku's shoulder, where a bite wound wouldn't be visible unless you were actively looking for it. His face was inches away from Izuku's pale flesh, ripe and ready to drink from. Before he put his mouth on Izuku's shoulder, however, he asked, "Are you sure... ?" in a timid voice.
Izuku looked down at his hunched form, blush increasing at their proximity. "Y-Yes, Kirishima. Go ahead," he murmured.
Eijirou took a few seconds to bask in the moment of closeness, inhaling Izuku's omega pheromones. The flowery and vanilla scent wafted into his nostrils and he let out a little sigh of contentment. Not wasting any more time, he brought his fangs to Izuku's shoulders and gently sunk them into his soft flesh.
The instant Izuku's blood hit his tongue, his mouth exploded into a world of flavour. He couldn't exactly describe how the blood tasted, it was like nothing he'd ever had the pleasure of drinking before. It was delicious, more so than any other alpha or beta he'd ever fed from.
He let out a little moan at the flavour as his eyes fluttered shut, unable to stop himself. After he'd drunk a little more than what was probably necessary, Katsuki hauled him off of Izuku, looking pissed.
But he could tell Eijirou didn't care in that moment, his pupils dilated and eyes clouded over. "Mido tastes... really good..." He muttered.
Katsuki fought the urge to growl, his grip tightening around Eijirou's shoulders. "What the fuck, shitty hair?" He hissed. "I thought we said we'd take it slow!" He shot a glare in Eijirou's direction, but the redhead seemed lost in whatever the fuck kind of sensation he was getting from drinking Izuku's blood.
Izuku looked a bit pale but otherwise okay. "It's fine, Bakugou, really," he said in a small voice.
Katsuki shook his head. "No, it's not," he stated firmly.
Shouto came around to the other side of the couch, intent on looking Izuku over. "Are you okay?" He asked, taking Izuku's hand in his own and looking at his shoulder with the other. The smell wafting from the pinpricks was familiar, and his eyes narrowed. That scent... "Izuku..." He said in a sombre tone, feeling unease rise within his chest. "Was it your blood we've been smelling?" He asked, face alight with concern.
Izuku's gaze fell to the floor and he gulped. How the fuck am I getting out of this one? He wondered. "Um... no?" He muttered, but even if his words didn't sound more like a question than an answer, he knew they could hear his heartbeat.
"Mido, you smell like that a lot... ," Eijirou began, his slurred voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. The haze clouding his mind from feeding off of something so... well, delicious had worn off... somewhat with the concern flooding his chest and the smell of distress wafting off of Izuku. "Why have we been smelling your blood?" He asked, his tone laced with unease and confusion.
Shouto's concern deepened as he watched Izuku's reaction. "Izuku, if something's wrong, you need to tell us," he urged, his grip on Izuku's hand tightening slightly. "We're here to help you, but we can't do that if you keep things from us."
Eijirou's expression mirrored Shouto's, his concern evident. "Yeah, Izuku, please tell us what's going on," he said softly, reaching out to gently touch Izuku's arm.
Shouto leaned into Izuku's side, offering him the support he thought he needed in that moment. "Are you injured? We can take you to the hospital," he offered, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Izuku didn't respond, choosing instead to stare at the ground with a twisted expression. The racing of his heart went unnoticed by no one, and Katsuki placed a hand over Izuku's, trying to offer what little comfort he could. Had Izuku been thinking clearly, he may have been freaking out over the fact all three of them were touching him right now, but he could barely breathe, let alone notice such a trivial detail as that.
"We're your friends, shithead," Katsuki grumbled, his tone softer than his usual gruff demeanour. "Tell us what the fuck is going on. We want to help you, but we need to know what's happening." The tension in the room was steadily increasing, none of them knowing what Izuku could be hiding—only that it had to be bad with the way Izuku's heart was pounding too hard and too fast in his chest.
Izuku shifted uncomfortably under their intense—yet somehow gentle—gazes. If he'd just look up he'd see the concern written clear as day on their faces, but his gaze wouldn't leave the spot on the ground he refused to look away from. He could feel the weight of his secret (blades, blood, torn flesh) weighing him down, crushing him with every moment that passed—the way it had been for years.
(Tell them! They want to support you, not judge you!)
(They'll resent you. They already think you're pathetic. Do you really want to add another reason to the list by telling them this?)
His heart raced as he heard the two conflicting thoughts roaring in his mind, each clashing for precedence. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter, anyway—they can hear my heartbeat. There's no getting out of it. Though even as he tried to think of an excuse, a white lie he could tell to draw them away from the truth, their words kept echoing in his mind, urging him to speak up, to let them know what was wrong.
(they can help! They're your friends! You have real friends, for once in your life! Listen to them!)
But... a part of him resisted, resented the very idea of telling them about the scars on his thighs, the blades hidden away in his room. He was torn between the desire to confide in his friends about his secret—as pathetic as it was, as pathetic as it made him—and the fear of burdening them with his troubles... or worse, them thinking he was a freak.
"I-I..." Izuku stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt a lump form in his throat, making it difficult to speak. His mind raced with thoughts of the consequences of revealing his secret. What if they judged him? What if they thought what he did to himself was stupid—that he was stupid?
"Izuku, please," Eijirou's voice was gentle, yet pleading. "We're here for you, no matter what. Is it really that bad?" He asked.
Tears welled up in Izuku's eyes as he battled with himself. He wanted to trust his friends, to believe that they would support him. But the fear of rejection and the shame of his actions held him back.
"We're not going to judge you, Izuku," Shouto's voice was firm, filled with conviction. "We're your friends, and we care about you. Please, let us help you."
It's like they're in my head...
Izuku's resolve wavered, the weight of his secret becoming too much to bear. With a shaky breath, he looked up, meeting their concerned gazes.
"I... I struggle with my emotions sometimes... and..." he muttered out, his voice barely audible. "I... um... sometimes I... well..." he murmured, unable to get the words out. He didn't want to tell them, but he knew he had no choice. He cleared his throat, gaze continuously downcast as he was unable to meet their eyes. "I don't want to worry you, bu-but... sometimes I kinda... when things become too much for me to handle, I um... cut myself," he'd spoken in such a small voice that if the three vampires before him didn't have enhanced hearing, he was sure they would have asked him to repeat himself.
However, if the sharp intakes of breath and Katsuki's near-death grip on his hand were any indication, he knew they'd heard him just fine.
"I-I'm sorry. I know that's probably a lot to take in, an-and... you probably think I'm weak and pathetic for doing it... but for the longest time, it's been my only coping strategy. I-I just don't know what else to do when things become too much for me to handle on my own. I-I... find... um... comfort in it, as fucked up as that sounds. It's just that, well- I mean, I've been doing it for years... at- at first, it was because I felt like it was the only way to punish myself, be-becuase I deserved it—deserved the pain... but eventually... it just became about numbing my emotions... I-I don't even know why I do it sometimes... I guess I just feel like I... need to feel my skin being split open. And again, I know—I know—how fucked up that is..." Izuku trailed off, his voice heavy with pain. "God, you don't need to tell me." He let out a self-deprecating laugh, unable to believe he was telling them all this. "So-Sorry... I-... I can't imagine how disgusted you probably are with me; I disgust myself with it sometimes, too. I just- I don't know how to stop, don't know if I can. I go weeks without doing it sometimes... but in the end I always end up back at square one... Like- Like I said—it's my only coping strategy. I know it's a dirty, sick habit, and I hate myself for being so fucking weak that I need to do that in order to cope with my pathetic emotions, but... I just... can't stop..."
When he finally finished, he frowned at the Silence that filled the room. Throughout the speech, a numb feeling had spread throughout his body, like his emotions had simply been shut off.
His words hung heavy in the air as he waisted a response. He expected a lot of things to come from what he'd just said... but instead of the judgement or disgust he had been preparing himself for, Izuku was met with understanding and compassion.
Izuku flinched slightly as Shouto, Eijirou, and Katsuki enveloped him in a tight embrace, offering him the love he so desperately needed in that moment. He squeaked and finally looked away from the floor, only for his vision to be obscured by the three alpha's as they leaned into his—pudgy—body.
"Mido, God, I'm so sorry, I should have noticed sooner—we should have noticed sooner," Kirishima proclaimed, squeezing Izuku tightly.
"You're not weak or pathetic, idiot. And we're definitely not 'disgusted' by you. You never give yourself enough credit. Don't be fucking stupid, spewing that bullshit about yourself. You're fucking amazing, don't you dare doubt that," Katsuki declared, his voice firm and reassuring.
Shouto nuzzled his cheek into Izuku's fluffy curls as he leaned into him. "You should have told us sooner, Midoriya, we could have—would have—helped you; we'll do everything we can to make you feel like you don't need to do that anymore, okay? You're our omega, and we're your alphas. We'll do anything and everything we can to protect you, even from yourself," Shouto whispered against him, his tone warm and determined.
Izuku felt the numbness recede as hot tears welled up in his eyes. Listening to the three of them speak, one after the other, all in an effort to reassure him made him feel so... loved. Him, of all people! The overwhelming kindness all three of them had shown was almost too much to bear, and when was the last time anyone—besides his mother—had ever been so kind to him?
All he could think about was the fact that he didn't deserve it, that he never had.
"Thank you," He murmured, his voice thick with emotion. And he meant it. He'd been expecting a completely different reaction from them, scorn, disappointment, maybe even anger. Instead, he'd been wrapped in three warm, comforting arms as the people behind those embraces gave him words of consolation.
What did I do to deserve such good friends? He wondered for what must have been the hundredth time since moving in with the trio. It was a question that came up more and more frequently as of late, always at the back of his mind. How could someone like me ever hope to find such warm, compassionate friends such as these?
Izuku would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling overwhelmed. The weight of revealing one of his deepest, darkest secrets bared down heavily on his shoulders, but at the same time, it was almost as if a separate, much more burdensome weight had been lifted off of his chest. He'd finally told someone about what he'd been doing to himself, after all these years. While the thought of someone—anyone—knowing was terrifying, the fact that it was these three brought him a sense of comfort. He knew he was in good hands. He blinked and his tears finally fell, rolling down his cheeks in quick succession.
When the three pulled away from Izuku, he gave them a watery smile. "Thank you," He repeated, his voice wavering with emotion. It seemed as though that was the only thing he could manage to say—he didn't trust himself not to start rambling again given the chance.
"We're here for you, Mido," Eijirou whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're not alone—not anymore."
Izuku nodded, allowing Eijirou to reach out and gently thumb away the tears from his freckled cheeks.
Shouto placed a comforting hand on Izuku's shoulder. "You did the right thing by telling us, Midoriya," he said softly. "We're going to help you through this."
Katsuki grunted in agreement, his expression softer than usual. "Yeah, we've got your back, nerd," he said gruffly, but there was a hint of warmth in his tone.
Izuku smiled through his tears, feeling a sense of relief flood through him. Thank you... He thought, not wanting to say it aloud again and look foolish.
For not judging me.
For being there for me.
That moment was the first time in a long while that Izuku felt like he could breathe properly.
And it was all thanks to his alphas.
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"You promise there's nothing else in here?" Katsuki asked, giving Izuku a stern look.
"Come on, Bakugou, you know I wouldn't hide anything from you," Izuku said, raising his hands in surrender. "I swear, there's nothing else in here."
Katsuki huffed in annoyance, looking over the space one last time, as if he hadn't just personally searched the entire room top to bottom three times in a row. Izuku let out a long sigh, unamused. "You can literally hear my heartbeat, yet you continue to think I could pull a fast one on you," He sighed, shaking his head slightly.
Katsuki snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "It honestly wouldn't surprise me," He grumbled, a hint of begrudging fondness crossing his features as he looked down at Izuku.
Izuku smiled softly at Katsuki, eyes earnest. "I promise I don't have anything else I can hurt myself with, Bakugou," he reassured, standing up from where he had been sitting. "So can we please go watch the new episode of Heroes: All Might Rising?" he pouted.
Katsuki hesitated, looking back into the room like he wanted to give it one last thorough search—just one—but ultimately he sighed and relented. "all right, all right, fine," he acquiesced. (What? How was he supposed to resist Izuku's cute little pout?) "But if I find so much as a safety pin hidden in here, you're in deep shit," he warned, following Izuku out of the room.
Izuku sighed, feeling as though he were on some sort of suicide watch. He wasn't suicidal, but if the three alphas kept coddling him the way they had been the past hour, he just might start.
The green-haired boy sat down on the couch, keeping his back turned to Katsuki as the alpha took a moment to hide the little black box for Izuku's blades. He said he'd be 'disposing' of it at a later date, somewhere Izuku couldn't 'fish it out of the trash like a fucking raccoon,' as Katsuki had put it. (as if Izuku even planned on doing that in the first place).
After ensuring the box was safely hidden, Katsuki returned to the living room and took a seat beside Izuku on the couch—and was it just him, or was he sitting... really close?
Izuku turned on the show, and as each minute ticked by, he found himself unable to stop shifting uncomfortably. He stole a glance at Katsuki, who seemed unusually quiet, his gaze focused on the TV screen. Izuku's heart raced, unsure of what to make of the proximity between them.
"Hey, uh, thanks for, you know, doing what you did. I know you were kinda saddled with it since Todoroki and Kirishima went to the store, but, um- yeah. Thanks," Izuku mumbled, breaking the silence and wincing at his awkwardness. He felt Katsuki's gaze on him, and when he looked up, he was met with a soft expression he wasn't used to seeing on Katsuki's face.
"No problem, nerd," Katsuki replied, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Just... don't-" he paused, sounding physically pained. "Hurt yourself again, okay? Ei, Sho and I are here for you. You don't need to do that anymore."
Izuku nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. He wasn't used to this side of Katsuki, the side that showed genuine concern and care. It wasn't like he'd never seen it before, but Katsuki was being so... so soft... . The fact that it was directed at Izuku warmed his heart a little.
"Yeah, I won't," Izuku promised, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't want to worry you guys anymore."
Katsuki's expression softened even more, and he reached out to ruffle Izuku's hair gently. "Good. 'Cause if you do, I'll kick your ass myself," he said, though there was no real malice in his tone.
Izuku let out a small chuckle, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. He was grateful for his friends, for their support and understanding. He knew he was lucky to have them.
The pair sat in comfortable silence for a while after that, watching the TV but not really paying attention to it. Izuku felt a sense of peace settle over him, once again thinking about that ever-present question.
How did I get so lucky?
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By the time Eijirou and Shouto returned, the room felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted off Izuku's shoulders. He was grateful for his friends' understanding and support, knowing that he could rely on them in times of need.
"Honey! I'm home!" Eijirou called in a joking manner from the entryway. He toed off his shoes in a playful flourish, a wide grin on his face. Izuku and Katsuki turned to see him with his arms overflowing with grocery bags, looking like he'd put a good dent in the supermarket's supplies.
"You makin' a feast or something?" Katsuki scoffed from beside Izuku.
Kirishima chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, just restocking," he replied casually, though there was a hint of relief in his voice. "Now that we're not trying to get Izuku to..." He paused, glancing briefly at Izuku as a nervous expression flickered across his features.
"It's fine, I heard Mr. Aizawa... I- um, don't care that much." Again they listened as Izuku's heart rate ticked up, indicating that he was lying. Eijirou winced, but no one said anything about it.
"Yeah, well... um... now that we're not doing that I thought I'd get us some junk food," he said in a much less cheerful voice.
"Did you really need to get that much, though?" Katsuki questioned, raising an eyebrow as he gestured to the abundance of snacks.
"Hey! A man's gotta eat!" Eijirou retorted as he made his way into the kitchen, presumably to put away all the food. Shouto trailed along close behind, his hands just as full.
"Idiots..." Katsuki muttered, shaking his head with faint amusement.
Izuku watched as Eijirou and Shouto bustled around the kitchen, unpacking groceries and putting things away. The atmosphere in the room was light, the tension from earlier dissipating with each passing moment.
"Hey, Midoriya, you hungry?" Eijirou asked, turning to look at Izuku.
Izuku smiled softly. "Yeah, a little," he replied, pushing himself up from the couch. He joined Eijirou and Shouto in the kitchen, where they were busy preparing snacks. Katsuki followed suit, albeit begrudgingly, and soon the four of them were gathered around the small dining table, enjoying each other's company and the food Eijirou and Shouto had bought.
Izuku had to admit, that after two weeks of eating purely healthy foods, the taste of rice cakes and mochi was heaven.
"Mmm," He hummed appreciatively, happy to stuff his face with whatever was made available to him.
He didn't notice the looks he was getting until his third rice cake. Swallowing nervously, the beaming expression on his face was replaced by one of apprehension. "S-Sorry..." He muttered. "I'm probably taking too much, huh?" He asked, wrapping an arm around his midsection self-consciously.
Fatass, his mind spat.
"No, no! It's not that," Eijirou was quick to reassure. "It's just- well- I don't think I've ever seen you look so... happy? Satisfied?" Either way, it's cute as hell. He couldn't remember any other time when Izuku's smile was plastered so widely across his cheeks—it was the sweetest thing.
Shouto and Katsuki had similar thoughts, but of course, they had to ruin it by making Izuku feel uncomfortable.
Izuku pushed the package of rice cakes and mochi away from him, no longer hungry. It didn't matter whether or not the looks he was getting were of disgust or amusement; he'd eaten way too much as it was. He glanced at the package of mochi, noticing the fact he'd eaten more than half the package along with the rice cakes. He felt a pang of guilt in his stomach, which he just then seemed to realize was near the point of uncomfortable fullness.
Fat fucking pig.
Izuku's bottom lip began to quiver and he already wished he had his blades back. "Excuse me," he muttered as he stood from the table, feeling the weight of his actions weighing down heavily on his shoulders.
He retreated to his room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Standing in the middle of his room, Izuku buried his face in his hands, trying to push away the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him.
Fatass... Cow... The words echoed in his mind, taunting him. He winced and looked down at his midsection, standing in front of his mirror and lifting his shirt. He reached down and pinched at his stomach, tears filling his eyes when he realized just how much there was to grab. He knew he wasn't that fat—not really, but in that moment, with his stomach so full and his plummeting self-esteem, he felt like he'd never been bigger.
Izuku's breathing became shallow and ragged as tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream, to punch something, to make the guilt and self-hatred go away. But all he could do was sit there, feeling utterly defeated. He curled in on himself, sinking to the floor as he choked and gasped for breath.
Minutes passed like this, but to Izuku, it felt like an eternity. Eventually, a soft knock on the door broke the silence. "Izuku, can I come in?" It was Shouto's voice, gentle and concerned.
Izuku hesitated, unsure if he wanted to face his friends after what had just happened—what he knew they'd heard happen. But a part of him longed for their comfort and understanding. "Y-Yes," he managed to choke out.
The door opened slowly, and Shouto stepped inside, his expression filled with worry. He sat beside Izuku on the floor, placing a comforting hand on his back. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly.
Izuku shook his head, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. Shouto didn't press him for answers, instead offering a comforting presence as Izuku let his tears fall.
"We're here for you, Izuku," Shouto said gently.
Izuku nodded his head, sniffling slightly. "I know," He muttered into his knees as he drew his legs close to his chest. "I'm sorry I'm such a baby," He muttered.
Shouto let out a little laugh at that. "You're not a baby," he reassured. "You're just having a rough day... We've all been there." He shifted closer to Izuku, offering a comforting presence. "You're allowed to feel whatever you're feeling, Izuku. It's okay to be upset."
Izuku sniffled again, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "Th-Thanks, Todoroki..." he said softly, his voice still shaky. "I-I'm sorry for ruining our snack break..."
"You didn't ruin anything," Shouto interjected, placing a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "We're just worried about you, that's all."
Katsuki, who had been silently standing in the doorway up until that point, finally spoke up. "Yeah, so stop being an idiot and get out here," he grumbled, though there was a hint of concern in his voice.
Izuku managed a weak, wobbly smile, feeling a little lighter despite everything. "Okay," he said softly. "I... I really appreciate everything you guys do for me... th-thank you,"
"We'd be stupid not to help you," Katsuki told him with an eye roll. Because you're too fuckin' precious not to.
Izuku gave a watery chuckle and nodded, feeling a little more grounded. Shouto stood and extended his hand to help Izuku up, which the green-haired boy took gratefully, allowing himself to be all but yanked up. The three of them walked back to the living room, where Eijirou had already set up the TV for their Heroes: All Might Rising marathon. As they settled in, Izuku felt a warmth in his chest, grateful for his friends' unwavering support.
If only he could get the nagging feeling that he didn't deserve them out of his head, then this moment would be perfect.
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"Oh, my God, too cute!" Eijirou whisper-shouted, excitement bubbling in his voice.
Shouto and Izuku had fallen asleep against each other, their peaceful expressions showing the trust and comfort between them. Izuku's head rested on Shouto's shoulder and Shouto's head was gently titled atop Izuku's, showing serene closeness
"Shh! Quiet," Katsuki hissed in his direction, irritation evident in his tone. "You'll fucking wake them up," he breathed, careful not to raise his voice. He gently began detaching himself from Shouto so he could get up and take pictures along with Eijirou, But the redhead began wildly gesturing for him to stay put, silently signalling for him not to get up and risk disturbing the peaceful moment.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, conceding to Eijirou's silent plea. "All right, all right. I get it, enough with the gestures. You look like a madman," he muttered, settling back into his position next to Shouto and Izuku. He watched fondly (no, he would never admit that—don't even fucking ask) as Eijirou snapped a few pictures, capturing the peaceful scene before them.
"Ah!" he squealed as quietly as he possibly could. "Izuku is such a little cutie!" He murmured excitedly, thrilled to finally get some adorable pictures of Izuku for his personal collection.
He had so many pictures of his boyfriends on there—it was practically the only thing on his camera roll. He was glad to spice things up a little, mixing soft and cute with the intimate photos of him and his boyfriends.
Eijirou's excitement was palpable as he captured the peaceful scene, but Katsuki's irritation was beginning to simmer over. Despite the redhead's efforts to keep him still, Katsuki couldn't resist the urge to take a few pictures of his own, ensuring he captured the precious moment without disturbing Shouto and Izuku.
As Eijirou continued to gush over the pair sleeping peacefully on the couch, Katsuki couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest. He cherished these moments that he and his boyfriends—and now Izuku, too—shared. It reminded him of how much they meant to him, how much he cared for them.
Just as he thought the moment couldn't get any sweeter, Izuku stirred, his eyes fluttering open. Katsuki held his breath, watching as Izuku blinked sleepily, his gaze landing on Shouto beside him. A soft smile tugged at Izuku's lips, and he let out a contented sigh as he snuggled closer to Shouto, not fully aware of what he was doing, as he was half-asleep.
Katsuki felt his heart melt at the sight (and what he wouldn't give to be in Shouto's position—though that was a thought he refused to acknowledge.) Izuku was always so gentle, so caring, even in his sleep. It was moments like these that made all the chaos and hardship worth it. Izuku's peaceful expression was a reminder of the love and warmth that surrounded them, and Katsuki was grateful for every second of it.
As Izuku fully woke up, he looked around, his gaze meeting Katsuki's. A blush dusted Izuku's cheeks, his eyes soft. Katsuki smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile that he reserved only for moments like these.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Katsuki whispered, his voice filled with warmth. Izuku's smile grew, and he stretched, a soft laugh escaping him.
"Is it really morning, Kacchan?" Izuku replied, his voice soft and filled with affection. Katsuki would have responded that he was simply joking, had his heart not skipped a beat and then some at the nickname. He'd never called him that before.
"Kacchan?" Katsuki repeated, his voice barely above a whisper
Izuku's eyes widened and he sat straight up, bonking hishead against Shouto's. Shouto's eyes shot open and he looked around, mildly panicked, before realizing there was no threat. "I fell asleep... ?" He muttered groggily, yawning and stretching out.
"Shut up for a minute," Katsuki grumbled, looking awed. Izuku's slip of the tongue had caught him off guard, and he wasn't quite sure how to react to being called "Kacchan" so casually. He glanced over at Eijirou, who was smirking knowingly, before turning his attention back to Izuku, who was now looking at him with a mix of embarrassment and confusion.
Meanwhile Shouto was shooting Katsuki an icy glare, wondering if his boyfriend was just being his usual self or if there was a reason he was being told to shut up the moment he practically got slapped awake.
However, once Katsuki turned away from Eijirou and back in Shouto and Izuku's direction, Shouto caught the look lingering on his face and realized he was missing something.
He looked... pensive.
... Huh... ?
"What did you call me, Midoriya?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Izuku's face heated up further as he seemed to practically melt into the couch."I-It's just something I call you in my head... it's not a big deal..." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
He gave me a nickname... that he only uses in his head? Katsuki wondered, feeling a warmth spread through him, a mixture of surprise and something else he couldn't quite place filling his chest.
Izuku noticed the look on Katsuki's face, not quite knowing what it meant, only that he'd never seen it before. He frowned, looking apologetic. "I-I'm sorry, it's- it's stupid. I won't say it again..." He trailed off, looking ashamed.
"No!" Katsuki protested, biting his bottom lip as he realized how desperate he must sound—over a fucking cutesy-ass nickname. He winced and looked down at Izuku with softened eyes. "You- um- You can call me... 'Kacchan.'" He offered, feeling awkward and unsure.
He hated the sound of the nickname when he'd said it, but he absolutely adored it coming from Izuku's soft pink lips.
"Um... okay?" Izuku said, giving Katsuki a concerned look. "Are you feeling okay, Kacchan?" He asked, and the name rolled so easily off of his tongue.
Katsuki seemed to realize what an idiot he was being over a fucking nickname of all things... but his brain kept screaming that Izuku cared enough about him that he gave him a nickname in the first place. "Of course I'm okay, dumbass. Why wouldn't I be?" He replied, finally seeming to snap back to himself.
Izuku eyed him wearily, unsure of what to make of Katsuki's sudden shift in attitude. After a moment, he decided to let it go, not wanting to push Katsuki further. "Okay, if you say so," he responded softly, giving Katsuki a small, understanding smile.
"Do you have nicknames for Sho and I?" Eijirou asked after a brief pause.
Izuku's face flushed further as he nodded his head stiffly, glancing to the side. "Uh, it's basically just the same as Kacchan's... but with a twist." he paused, already embarrassed enough that he'd let slip his name for Katsuki.
"Well? Let's hear 'em!" Eijirou cheered, hoping his name was just as cutesy as Katsuki's was.
Izuku sighed, knowing he'd never hear the end of it if he didn't just tell them. He closed his eyes in resignation and frowned, embarrassed beyond belief. "It's just... Shokkun and Ei-chi. I don't know why I started calling all of you these stupid nicknames, they just popped into my head one day and they kinda stuck..."
Shouto gave Izuku a fond smile and wrapped his arms around him. "Well, if you're calling Katsuki 'Kacchan,' then I think it's only fair you call me Shokkun," he suggested, nuzzling into Izuku's fluffy green curls.
Izuku was tense in Shouto's hold, not daring to move a muscle. He just hoped the binder he wore for his wings during the day kept Shouto from feeling anything he shouldn't.
"And if you're calling those two by their nicknames, you've gotta call me by mine!" Eijirou grinned goofily, his sharp teeth on full display.
"O-Okay... Shokkun, Ei-chi, Kacchan..." He couldn't help the small smile that formed on his lips as he glanced up at them shyly.
"Okay, Izucchan," Katsuki smirked, pleased with the new nickname
"Sounds good to me, Izu-chi," Eijirou chimed in, grinning broadly.
"I really like my nickname, Izukkun," Shouto added, smiling softly
Izuku stared at the trio of alphas with a stunned expression on his face.
Are they seriously going to call me that... or are they making fun of me... ?
"So, Sho, Kats, Izu-chi. You guys want something to eat?" Eijirou asked, a playful grin on his face as he headed towards the kitchen.
Okay, so they were serious...
Looks like Izuku just earned three separate nicknames within the span of two minutes.
He didn't know if he should be happy or confused about the whole thing.
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A/N: Trash, trash, and more trash. I'm so sorry. Katsuki is OOC for all of one page, leave me alone. :') IK how stupid it is, but I'm too lazy to go back and change it. And I literally have kaleidoscope vision RN. IDK WTF is causing it. I looked it up, and nowhere does it say anything about lack of sleep causing it, plus, I've gone four days without sleep and never had this side effect before, so IDK why TF it would start now all of a sudden. X_X
Hopefully it's a stroke and I fucking die. :)
Fingers crossed.