Izuku wished things were different. He loved Kacchan, that much he knew for certain. What was left undecided, however, was just how much the pro hero loved him. Since they were kids, they'd been friends, though when Izuku presented as both quirkless and an omega, their dynamic changed. Drastically. Kacchan got into UA. Kacchan graduated second in his class. Kacchan grew into a famous pro hero, and Izuku was as far as could be from his trajectory. No, Izuku hadn't been able to be a hero, between being quirkless and an omega. Kacchan was an alpha. His quirk was powerful. Izuku couldn't imagine what it might be like to be in his shoes.
Instead of curling in on himself and submitting to the depression that tried to sneak in, Izuku decided to do what he knew best; he helped people. With most pro heroes being alphas and not having the time for proper courting and mating, Izuku took up the coveted mantle of emotional support omega. Typically, this consisted of scenting, comforting, providing comfy nests when the alpha hero's rut was near, and offering a shoulder to cry on. Kacchan, however, took things to the next level, as he had since they were kids.
"Put on your clothes," Kacchan sneered from his place sat on the edge of the bed. Himself and Izuku had just finished having sex, something Kacchan expected of him during their regular sessions. "You leave first, and I'll leave in an hour or two, so nobody sees me with a worthless fuck like you."
Izuku nodded, gathering himself and putting on uncomfortable clothing over his dirtied body. Kacchan never allowed him the proper time to clean himself up, so once more, he'd have to do so at his own home. At least he'd be covered in an alpha's scent while he walked by himself at night. Predators tended to stay away when he smelled so strongly of fresh mating.
"Next week at the same time?" Izuku mumbled the question, pulling on one pant leg at a time after his shirt was back on and pulled down over his midriff.
"Duh. Don't be late this time, and maybe I won't be so hard on you," Kacchan smirked each word out, laughing quietly to himself as he shook his head in amusement. "See ya later, Deku."
Izuku trudged through the streets that night particularly disoriented. Kacchan chose a different hotel or motel every session as to keep adoring fans off his back. That meant Izuku hardly ever knew where he was, and in the dead of night, that wasn't exactly the best situation. As he rounded a corner he thought led to an outlet and came face to face with a dead end, he sighed and shook his head. His eyes were on the ground, scent radiating dismay and confusion. Luckily, there was nobody around to witness the pathetic display. So he thought, at least.
As Izuku turned around to walk out of the alleyway, he was met with the image of a tall, lithe man in a dark suit staring him down. He, of course, recognized the figure; the heterochromatic eyes and hair alone with scar across the face were a dead giveaway. This was none other than Icy-Hot, the world's number one pro hero.
"Sir," Icy-Hot started, taking a slow and placating step towards Izuku with hands out in front of him. "I could smell you from down the block. I think it would be best I escort you home."
Normally, Izuku would've been ecstatic to see such a hero out in public. Hell, the offer to walk him home should've been like a godsend. But Izuku was tired, both physically and mentally, and he wanted nothing more than to be left alone. His heat was approaching within the next day or so, and he was beyond irritable after the way his so called 'best friend' had just treated him. So instead of being grateful, or even polite, he snapped.
"I'm not a baby. You can go back to patrolling, because I'm fine," Izuku growled, the small omega of a thing hardly audible.
Icy-Hot lowered his hands, confusion written over his features. His eyes scanned Izuku's body, stopping and going wide at the wrists. When Izuku looked down, he realized he must have rolled his sleeves up just slightly, and the darkening bruises from Kacchan's last session were showing. He threw his hands behind his back, but it was too late — Icy-Hot had already noticed.
"Who did that to you?" The monotonous nature of the hero's tone didn't hide anything from Izuku; he could smell the anger wafting off of the alpha in waves. He'd been trained to help alphas ease their aggression, after all. He knew what to look for.
"Doesn't matter," Izuku muttered, walking towards Icy-Hot and trying to push past him and out into the street.
The hero, however, was not having any of that. He blocked Izuku's every move to evade him, and eventually, he put his arms on either of the omega's shoulders.
"I'm bringing you to the hospital, then," Icy-Hot announced.
"No!" Izuku hissed, trying desperately to get away from him. Despite himself, he could feel his adrenaline kicking in, and he knew from his studies that such a physiological reaction could jumpstart his heat early. He had to be careful, because that would just be a recipe for disaster.
"Sir—" Icy-Hot tried to speak.
"If I report anything, it'll only get worse! You don't know who you're dealing with. You don't understand how powerful he is, Icy-Hot!" Izuku rambled, though it was useless. The alpha before him had him in a steely grip, and his determination was unmoving, Izuku could smell that much.
"Todoroki," Icy-Hot spoke the name, and in Izuku's panicked state, he didn't at first register that is was his own name.
"What? No! That's not him," Izuku huffed out, having resigned to being held still.
"I know," Icy-Hot deadpanned. "Because it's my name. You can call me Todoroki."
"Todoroki," Izuku tasted the name on his tongue, linking it to the scent of mint and campfire wafting off of the man before him. Though he wasn't nearly as panicked as he was before, it was already too late. His heat had been triggered, and he felt himself swaying just slightly in Todoroki's arms.
"Sir, you're—" Todoroki started.
"It's Midoriya," Izuku corrected, falling forward on jelly legs and into Todoroki's strong arms. "Sorry. Shit, sorry. It came early. I didn't mean to, I just…"
And then, Izuku couldn't think straight, his heat amplifying every sensation on him. He whimpered, overstimulation hovering above him and threatening to rain down. Then there was Todoroki, his half warm, half cool body causing a reaction Izuku couldn't quite place. Burnt peppermint filled his nose and mouth, and in an instant, he'd stuck his nose directly into Todoroki's left scent gland out of instinct alone.
"Midoriya…" Todoroki wheezed, clearly trying to keep from breathing in Izuku's heat ridden scent. "I'm going to need you to…uh…to let me bring you to…um…"
And then, the fiery fresh scent amplified, and Izuku was crooning with an open mouth into Todoroki's neck. He tried to cling to any rationale he could muster, but it was impossible in his near intoxicated state.
"Want alpha…" Izuku groaned, still nuzzling the crook of Todoroki's neck.
"I know," Todoroki's words were clipped. Impatient. "We can't do this."
"Where?" Izuku asked, misunderstanding the statement.
"At all. We can't do this anywhere. I hardly know you," Todoroki explained, though the excuse sounded thin and half hearted even in Izuku's ears.
"I'm an emotional support omega," Izuku blurted, his omega instinct to secure a heat partner stronger than ever. "I do this sort of thing all the time. And I can…smell you…you want me too. You're going into rut."
Todoroki froze at the statement, and Izuku could feel that he'd stopped breathing altogether. "That's not what they're— what you're supposed to do. That's wildly unethical."
"But you still want me…" Izuku breathed the words out like honey in open air. He wrapped his arms around Todoroki's neck, tangling short fingers through soft dual chromatic hair. When he tugged just slightly, Todoroki groaned, exposing his neck further for Izuku to nuzzle into.
"Not here," Todoroki's eventual relenting comment was a quick hiss of air, and in an instant, the dynamic and positioning changed.
Todoroki grabbed Izuku bridal style, the omega wrapping arms around the alpha's neck. He purred happily in the back of his throat as the two moved through the night, Todoroki swift as anyone would expect the number one hero to be. When they arrived at a balcony — how they'd gotten up so high was beyond Izuku, as he hadn't been paying enough attention — Todoroki kicked open the door, bringing them into a room that was heavily saturated in his scent. Disoriented and now beginning to show signs of pain, Izuku was deposited onto a plush bed with sheets softer than he himself could comfortably afford.
"It hurts…" Izuku lamented quietly, writhing in the empty bed and trying to keep his eyes open but failing. They squeezed shut as tears fell down his cheeks, hormones raging within uncontrollably.
"I'm hurrying," Todoroki's response was immediate.
When Izuku finally opened his eyes and looked over at the pro hero, he inhaled breath quickly and in shock. Todoroki's chest was littered with various scars, though many of them he knew himself. Hell, Izuku had them. They were from a certain second best pro hero.
"What did he do to you?" Izuku growled, his protective nature coming out despite himself in his heat addled state.
"Who?" Todoroki asked nonchalantly before realizing just what Izuku was asking. That seemed to break him out of the rut spell he was under for a moment. "Oh. Uh…"
"I thought Kacchan only did that to me," Izuku couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. Todoroki looked up with saucer eyes as realization struck, though that didn't deter Izuku. "He promised if he took it out on me…he wouldn't…"
In a flash, Todoroki was hovering over Izuku, hands planted on either side of his head as he stared down at him. "He said what now?"
With the closer proximity, Izuku couldn't help but be pulled out of his rage and back into a trance, charmed completely by Todoroki's scent. "Hurts…"
"He hurts you?" Todoroki seethed, unbridled anger leaking into his tone.
"No— well, yes, but— hurts…my heat…it…" Izuku trailed off, and Todoroki finally seemed to get it. He inhaled deeply, clearly as to calm himself, though all he did was invite Izuku's scent further into himself.
"We can talk about this later," Todoroki decided, and a moment later, his legs were straddling Izuku's waist, hands still stuck firmly next to his head. "You're sure about this? Because I can make your heat easier for you, and you can make my rut easier for me. If you want."
Izuku nodded so quickly, it was jarring. A moment later, the two men's' lips were crashing into the one another, hot and wet and fast. Dizzying. Indulgent. Greedy. Izuku moved hands around Todoroki's waist, pulling him down so he was slotted tightly against him. Todoroki's hands moved into Izuku's hair, carding through curly green threads and tugging just slightly. When he did, Izuku groaned and opened up, and Todoroki took the opportunity to delve deeper within him with his swirling, half hot half cold tongue. The sensation was like no other. There weren't words to describe the juncture of want, need, and lust flowing between them.
"I'm going to take off your shirt," Todoroki huffed out when they finally parted. Izuku nodded vigorously, and off his shirt flew. "Now your pants." Then his pants were on the floor. "Now…?"
"Please!" Izuku whined, high and keening. He could feel Todoroki's smirk as he pressed his lips against his, then his pair of boxer briefs were discarded as well.
Todoroki peppered kisses down Izuku's jaw, then to his neck, paying extra close attention to his right scent gland. When he sucked experimentally on it, the omega crooned, voice shuddering as he made little lewd noises into the empty space above his mouth.
"Mark me…" Izuku — or rather, the omega within him — demanded.
"Not tonight. We just met, remember?" Todoroki scolded lightly before going to leave a love bite on Izuku's left scent gland as well. "Fuck, you smell divine. Like an angel."
Izuku shuddered at the praise, gasping as Todoroki palmed his small member for reinforcement. "Todoroki…please…"
"Soon, sweet Midoriya," Todoroki insisted. "First, I need to prep you. Are you ready for that?"
"Yes," Izuku moaned. "Please, anything."
Todoroki removed his hand from Izuku's smaller than average omega's penis, sliding his cool index finger back on his perineum, then falling into the pool of slick forming around his hole. Izuku shuddered, biting his bottom lip as to keep from screaming as Todoroki entered the frigid digit.
"Is this ok?" Todoroki asked, swirling the finger so softly, as though he was scared he would break the omega below him. He didn't know just how rough he could take it.
"More," Izuku ground out, and almost instantly, a second digit was entering. They scissored, and Izuku cried out in pure bliss. "Yes, more, yes…"
A third finger entered his ass, leaving Izuku a shuddering, cursing mess on the bed. Todoroki continued to expand Izuku's inner walls until he gave a satisfied hum, removing all three fingers. Izuku whined, looking up at Todoroki through dark green lashes as the alpha lifted his hand to his face. One blue, one grey eye looked down at his slick covered fingers for a few moments before delving them into his mouth. He groaned, throwing his head back as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"You like?" Izuku purred.
"You're a miracle," Todoroki offered the response, and Izuku chirped in the back of his throat in response. "I want to knot you. Fuck, you'll be the best I've ever had. I want to make you feel so goddamn good. I want you around ever damn inch of me."
"Please," Izuku's voice was almost a whisper as he nodded at the way he was being spoken to. "Please."
Todoroki's pants and boxers were off and on the floor so quickly, it made Izuku wonder what else he could use that incredible speed for. Izuku laid back, spreading his legs wide and wiggling his ass atop the sheets in preparation. He heard and felt more than saw Todoroki align his member with his hole, and Izuku forced himself to relax.
He wanted this so bad, so much more than he'd ever wanted Kacchan. No, Kacchan had been forceful, and mean. Degrading. His scent was nitroglycerin and burnt rubber. He moved without Izuku's consent. He did as he pleased, regardless of what Izuku wanted. Todoroki was so clearly a different breed — a better one. When he entered Izuku, he was soft and gentle, yet firm enough to satiate the gnawing emptiness in his stomach.
"Todoroki!" Izuku cried out, head thrown back and back arched upwards. "Fuck. Yes. Please, keep going, please, for fuck's sake."
Todoroki was frozen in place, eyes squeezed shut as he shuddered. "I'll go too fast. I'll hurt…fuck…I'll hurt you."
Izuku supported himself to a more seated position with one elbow, his other hand coming up to cup Todoroki's cheek. This caught the alpha's attention, as he stared shocked at Izuku.
"Let's move together, then. Yeah?" Izuku let himself sink into himself for the first time in who knows how long.
He moved his hips back, as did Todoroki a moment later. When they were both nearly parted, Izuku thrust back up towards Todoroki. The pro hero thrust down as well, and both of them keened. Todoroki's forehead fell against Izuku's, where they stayed for a solid fifteen seconds before moving in tandem once more. The movement started slow and slick, though became more quick and feral by the second. Eventually, they were thrusting and grinding and heaving into one another at such a fast pace, the sound of slapping skin echoed throughout the pristine room.
Todoroki tackled Izuku downward into a kiss, coming to rest on his elbows as the omega was laying flat again. Their tongues moved like oil and water, the space between them seamless and sacred. With one more thrust, Todoroki hit the exact right spot within Izuku, and he clenched around the large member while breaking their kiss.
"There!" Izuku howled. His head was thrown back, each breath a heady pant. "Yes, there, please."
Todoroki used his thumbs to smooth circles into the apple of each of Izuku's cheeks. "Of course. Anything for you, my sweet."
When the alpha pulled halfway out and thrust back in at the same angle, Izuku screamed, unable to help himself. Drool dribbled down the side of his mouth as he muttered incomprehensible statements. There were bursting black and white stars behind his squeezed tight eyelids, and he was shaking with the same vigor Todoroki was pounding into him with.
"Close—" Izuku cut himself off with a quick intake of breath.
"Then— let— me—" Todoroki accentuated each word with a thrust. One hand came down from Izuku's cheek, the warm one, he realized. Todoroki stroked Izuku's tiny member with the warm appendage, pulling upwards once, twice, three times then it was over.
Izuku shot a small spurt of cum upwards as he clenched hard around Todoroki's dick, milking the thing as he cried and howled and groaned and moaned and sang a sweet, lustful symphony. His hands pulled Todoroki hard into him from the small of his back, and the alpha released himself into Izuku. As they both came at the same time, Izuku could feel the sedating effect of an alpha's semen leak into his consciousness, aiding in the come down from his high. As the climax faded, Todoroki released his full weight onto Izuku, leaving room for the omega's head to peak out from above the alpha's shoulder.
"I've never had sex that good…" Izuku murmured sleepily, dragging gentle hands up and down the expanse of Todoroki's back. In his slightly more lucid state, he realized there were burn marks — Kacchan's burn marks — littering his back as well. "I'm sorry," he blurted, not thinking to link his thoughts in front of Todoroki.
"For what?" Todoroki moaned, nuzzling into Izuku's scent gland and inhaling the pheromones there.
"Kacchan."
That seemed to wake up the sleepy alpha, who tensed within Izuku. "You shouldn't be apologizing," Todoroki was quick to speak. He wrapped strong, reassuring arms around Izuku's midsection, holding him close as his knot kept them intertwined. "I'm never letting him hurt you again. I'm never letting anyone hurt you."
"You hardly even know me," Izuku grumbled. "Besides, I'm not worth it. Go protect someone with a future. Not some quirkless omega."
Todoroki growled, the sound much deeper and angrier than Izuku had been able to muster. "I'm going to protect you more just because you said that. Midoriya, until you grow a backbone, I'm fine being yours."
It should've come off as an insult, but Izuku couldn't find it in himself to be offended. Instead, he let the sedation of alpha's cum and knot within him take over. Soon enough, he was nuzzled completely into Todoroki's left scent gland, falling into a dreamless slumber.
The next morning, Izuku awoke alone and covered in a few thick blankets. Upon getting up, he threw on the robe he assumed was left for him near the door, tying it shut as he walked out into the expanse of the large apartment.
"You're awake," Todoroki observed, not so much as looking up from his newspaper as he sipped on a cup of coffee. "Would you like breakfast?"
"Sure," Izuku agreed half heartedly, sitting across from Todoroki at the dining room table. "What do you have?"
"I was waiting for you to wake up so I could make your favorite," Todoroki explained as though it wasn't the absolute sweetest thing Izuku had ever heard.
"You really didn't have to do that," Izuku hummed as he ran fingers through his messy hair. "I can leave, anyway. My heat will be getting worse again in an hour or so."
Finally, Todoroki looked up from the news, cocking his head to one side. "Why would you want to leave?"
Izuku gawked before clearing his throat. "Uh, because you don't want me anymore? I know how alphas work — one night of rut then they're good for another month. My heat lasts for twice as long. You certainly can't want to spend the rest of it with me."
Todoroki's smile — while small and soft — was as radiant as the sun. "Why would you think that? I meant what I said last night; I want to make this easier for the both of us. Besides, I found our coital relation rather pleasurable."
"Our— our coital relation?" Izuku blanched. He giggled despite himself, covering his mouth with freckled hands. "Oh my gosh, the world's number one hero is such a dork."
"Well, dork might be a bit derivative. Let's say…" he smirked while lifting his mug to his lips. "…quirky." He took a long sip.
Izuku burst out laughing, letting his hands drop from covering his mouth. "You're strange, has anyone ever told you that?"
"Many times."
From there, the rest of their morning went by just fine. Todoroki made katsudon, which he discovered was Izuku's favorite food any time of the day. Just as they were finishing, Izuku began to feel hazy, swaying gently in his seat as the scent of alpha all around him acted as an instant comfort.
When Todoroki removed the dishes from the table, Izuku let his head fall down into his crossed arms on the table. The dizzying feeling of his heat snuck up on him far quicker than expected, and soon enough, he was drenched in sweat and leaking slick from his far too empty hole.
"Midoriya…are you ready again?" Todoroki's voice came from over his shoulder.
Izuku lifted his head, and as he did, Todoroki's breath fell to the left side of his neck. His scent gland, still sensitive and bearing a hickey, throbbed at the slight attention, and more slick pooled into the fabric of Todoroki's robe. When the alpha lowered his nose into the gland and inhaled long and deep, Izuku bore his neck fully, letting out a whimper as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"You smell wonderful," Todoroki spoke low and gentle before pressing a long kiss to the most sensitive spot of Izuku's neck. The omega groaned in response, and he could feel Todoroki smile through the kiss. "You taste amazing."
"Todoroki…" Izuku moaned, breath hitching when Todoroki's teeth grazed the supple skin. "Fuck. Why can't you just mark me again?"
Todoroki chuckled against Izuku's skin, pulling back and tilting the omega's head to face him. "I don't even know your first name."
"It's Izuku," Izuku rushed the statement out, a whine present in the back of his throat. "Can you now?"
Todoroki's eyes sparkled at the comment, his smirk deepening. "No. But thank you for sharing. From now on, you can call me Shouto. I feel you've earned the right."
"Shouto," Izuku tested the name, savoring the subtle taste.
It fit perfectly with the woodsy scent, the undertones of mint and fire. Everything about Shouto screamed comfortable, blissful peace. It made Izuku want to sink his teeth in and claim him as his, all his. He wanted the world to know he'd been with the sweetest alpha he'd ever met, and he'd met his fair share.
"I'll ask you again; are you ready, Izuku?" Shouto asked once more.
Upon hearing his first name in Shouto's voice, Izuku melted, staring into those confident, kind eyes. "You're so gentle with me. You don't even know me. Why?" Shouto's momentary silence was too much for Izuku. Instead of waiting, he stood on unstable legs, twisting around so he was sitting on the edge of the table, nose brushing Shouto's. "Fuck me, won't you?"
Shouto didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed each of Izuku's legs, spreading them as he pushed the omega further up onto the table. The robe Izuku was wearing was thrown off to the side in an instant, as was Shouto's, leaving them both completely naked in the kitchen. Shouto's lips crashed into Izuku's, his hands trailing down the omega's ribcage and coming to rest holding his hips. When they broke apart, Shouto was smirking, and Izuku was trembling, putty in his hands.
"Can I fuck you right here?" Shouto asked devilishly.
"Please," Izuku pleaded.
"I'm going to eat you out first," Shouto declared.
Before Izuku could respond, Shouto's head disappeared below his peripheral. When he lolled his head down to look, Shouto was already licking from his scrotum to his anus, swirling his tongue around his throbbingly empty hole. As he dipped his tongue in, Izuku threw his head back and huffed out quick puffs of air.
"Yes, ah, fuck, ungh," Izuku grunted odd noises out.
Shouto tightened his grip, hands coming to Izuku's ass cheeks and spreading them for better access. Instinctually more than consciously, Izuku leaned back on the heels of his hands, also letting Shouto gain a better angle. As he did, his tongue stretched his hole, a finger added after a few mystifying moments.
"I need your knot. I need you inside me," Izuku pleaded.
He could feel Shouto nod, removing his tongue and eliciting a small whimper from Izuku at the loss. Shouto stood back up, this time quick to enter Izuku's hole as he could most likely smell the desperation pouring off of him in waves. Upon sliding in, he scooped Izuku up from behind and twirled them around so the omega's back was supported by the adjacent wall. With the new angle came a new form of pleasure, so raw and desperate that Izuku was grinding wildly to get more, more, more.
Shouto started at a tantalizingly slow pace, so much so that Izuku was muttering lewd noises as pleas instead of actual words. He may not have been able to speak if he tried, but thankfully, there was no need for that. Shouto was keenly in tune with how his body was reacting to each little touch, each thrust, each kiss on the lips.
At one point, Shouto repositioned and hit Izuku's prostate, at which point the omega cried out in delight. Shouto rolled his hips into the spot again and again, causing Izuku to continue his cries and whines and huffs and groans.
"You're so good like this," Shouto assured as he wiped tears from Izuku's cheeks — tears he hadn't realized he'd shed. "I love making you feel like this. You're amazing. You can cum whenever you're ready, sweet prince."
Izuku nodded, eyes glazed over and focus completely on the bodily sensations flooding every crevice of his mind. His short, nubby finger nails dug gently into Shouto's back and sides as his climax approached quickly and at a steady pace. He nodded again, a silent signal to the alpha that he was close, at which point Shouto stroked up and down Izuku's cock. With a yelp and a cry, Izuku came, and this time, Shouto tilted his head so they were staring into one another's eyes.
The come down was slow as ever, and due to the alpha's knot and come, Izuku found himself able to do very little. Shouto, being the kind alpha he was, redirected them over to the couch in the living room. He very carefully laid them down so Izuku's legs were wrapped around Shouto, who was laying on his side and staring at the dazed omega. They were to be stuck in this position for at least twenty minutes until Shouto's knot deflated, so it was best they were both comfortable.
"You're such a good alpha," Izuku murmured when he was finally lucid again, able to stay awake this time. "You'll be a good mate to an omega someday."
Shouto pursed his lips, eyes going away from Izuku's gaze. "You really mean that?"
"I'd be lucky to have you as a mate, I know that much for sure," Izuku sighed, yawning a moment later and nuzzling into the crook of Shouto's neck. Their scents, while not completely immeshed, were mixed enough for anyone to tell they'd just spent their cycles together. It was comforting, like cinnamon and fire and mint and cedar wood.
"What if…" Shouto swallowed hard, and Izuku could feel it against his nose. "What if I wanted to court you? See if we could be good mates?"
Izuku let out a long breath. "I don't know. I don't want to upset anyone."
"And by 'anyone' you mean Bakugou," Shouto concluded with a sneer.
"Yeah."
They laid there in tense silence for a few moments before Izuku yawned, nuzzling further yet into Shouto's neck and savoring the warmth wrapping around them both.
"You can go to sleep, and I'll be here when you wake up," Shouto promised. Izuku nodded, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
When they parted later that day, Izuku felt refreshed. Renewed. Rewarded, even, for his countless sacrifices. That feeling quickly faded as he looked down at the caller id on his phone as it rang. With a long sigh and tense shoulders, he answered, fully expecting the onslaught of bullshit he was met with.
"You're supposed to be starting your heat tomorrow. I want you then," Kacchan's voice was clipped and rushed, as though he was speaking in a hurry to get back to the task at hand.
Izuku bit his bottom lip, realization washing over him. If he spent another 'session' with Kacchan, Shouto would find out. The omega was on his radar now, after all. Besides, after catching the angrier of the two alphas in a lie, Izuku honestly didn't want to so much as humor him.
"We're done with our sessions," Izuku spoke softly, yet firmly. "For good."
The silence coming from the other end of the line was deafening. After far too long, Kacchan took an audible breath, a growl lurking in his hushed tone. "Listen here, you fucking asshole, you can't do this to me. You're nothing without me, got that? I'm the best damn hero, alpha, and man you'll ever be with. You'd better get over to the address I sent you now or else."
"Or else what?" Izuku sighed his words out. "I'm done with whatever has been going on here. I found a new alpha, someone who actually treats me like a human being. So we're over. Period."
Before Kacchan could continue his verbal tirade, Izuku hung up the call. He brought his phone into his pocket, the movement overly mechanical as static buzzed in his ears and slid over his tongue. Pinpricks tingled on his fingertips, and his head began to spin. Slowly, he sat himself on the curb outside of Shouto's building, head falling into his hands as tears prickled in his eyes.
"I thought you would have left by now," Shouto's voice came from behind Izuku. When the omega turned around to look at him, he froze, crouching down to get on Izuku's level. "What's the matter? Did someone hurt you?"
"I'm so scared, Shouto," Izuku shuddered his words out. "I told Kacchan— I told Bakugou that we were done. He sounded so mad. He sounded like he wanted to—"
"I won't let him touch you," Shouto spoke with confidence, sitting now next to Izuku. "I'm the number one hero, remember? Whatever strings he can pull, whatever rules he can break, I can do the same. But better, because I'm a legacy. So please, trust me…" he held Izuku's hand and squeezed once.
"Can you walk me home?" Izuku nearly pleaded.
"It would be my pleasure."
The walk home was relatively uneventful. The two chatted idly, getting to know one another better. The longer Izuku spent with Shouto, the better he liked the alpha. He wasn't overly aggressive, or controlling and commanding, like most other alphas. No, he was shy, and quiet, yet still strong and confident all the while. When they reached Izuku's apartment complex, Shouto grabbed his other hand, so both were being held at once.
"If anything happens, call me. I'll be there as soon as I can," Shouto reassured with the smallest of smiles.
They shared a chaste kiss, and parted ways. Izuku reveled in the feeling of contentment as he settled back into his own apartment. He'd found an alpha who wanted to court him, not just mess around and use him. While the fear was still hung over his head like an anvil, he now had a way to ensure he was ok. And he was ok.