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“Come with me, please!” Ochako whines, pulling Izuku in the opposite direction of their exit. They didn’t need to leave quite yet, but everyone knew Midoriya didn’t like being late for lunch. Izuku let himself be dragged into a store, and he realized too late what store it was. The omega was a little startled at the lingerie displayed all over the place.  

“Why are we here?” Izuku asked his omega classmate.  

“I’m meeting Toga this weekend, and I wanted to get something cute,” Ochako exclaimed happily as she let go of his hand and went to the clothing section. The omega felt his cheeks burn red as other omegas and betas shopped around them with no shame.  

Izuku clears his throat as he steps beside Uraraka, “You should be more careful with your tryst when it comes to Himiko. She’s still a wanted villain. If Aizawa-sensei or any other hero were to hear you-“ 

“Deku! Calm down!” Ochako gently grabs his hands in hers, being mindful of her quirk. “Stop worrying so much. I’m aware of what will happen to Himiko, and if someone finds out. Until then, let me have fun!”  

“Fine.” Izuku drops the conversation after that. His best friend wanders deeply into the store, leaving him to fend for himself. He tries to avoid eye contact at all costs as his eyes skim over the lingerie. He lets his curiosity win as he reaches for some pink panties, feeling the lace against his calloused fingers. They were really soft, and the minuscule design of the lace was really pretty.  

“Can I help you with anything?” An associate asked him, making him come to a sharp halt.   

“Oh! I, ummm, I just- I’m just looking!” He splutters out. Great, I look like a pervert now.  

The girl laughs softly. She looks just a little older than him, with pink eyes and dark ginger hair. “We do have stuff for male omegas if you would like to see,” she suggested.  

Izuku felt his cheeks burn as he nodded shamelessly. The associate smiles softly before leading him further into the store to the opposite side.  

“Alright, these are our male omega line lingerie. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to find me.” With another soft smile, she walks away, leaving Izuku alone to his own devices.  

Izuku nervously tugged at his sleeve as he quietly walked beside other omegas shopping with their alphas. He’s slightly embarrassed now, walking by himself when he does have an alpha. Said alpha had to visit his family today and couldn’t come with him and Ochako shopping. A pretty baby blue set caught his attention. He walks over, touching the set and almost cooing at how soft the lace feels. Up close, he notices it’s a matching blue bralette with boyshorts. He doesn’t have much to show off for his chest, but his thoughts run wild. It also had its matching garter belt and lacey robe.  

“That’s cute!” Uraraka nearly screamed as she now stood beside him. Izuku flushed red as some people stopped staring at them.  

“Uraraka!” He whines softly, burying his face in his hands. He hears the omega laugh.  

“Calm down. Everyone here comes in knowing they’re leaving with something that’s going to get them laid. Speaking of…” Ochako holds up the bralette he was just looking at, “This is cute, but I think Todoroki-kun would prefer something in green.”  

“Shoucchan would like to see me in this?” Izuku asked, feeling some insecurities beginning to rise.  

Ochako takes notice and grabs his hands, “Truth be told, Deku, but I think Todoroki-kun would fuck you into next week if you wore this.”  

Izuku turns bright red.  

“Besides Valentine’s coming up, this would be a nice gift,” Ochako smirks at her best friend, who flushes at her words.  

“But I don’t know how any of these things go,” Izuku complained, lifting the matching garter belts.  

“Don’t worry, you have me and Himiko to help!” Ochako proudly exclaimed. Izuku was about to chastise her for being loud, but the omega brushed him off. “Come on, let's pick something you like, but that Todoroki-kun will also like.”  

With Ochako’s help, Izuku leaves with three complete sets of lingerie with some additional addons that she forced him to get.  

“How are you and Himiko going to help me with this?” Izuku, as they rode a train back to Yuuei.  

“Can’t reveal all my tricks, Deku, but don’t worry. We’re gonna take care of you!”  

When they went back to the dorms, everyone was settling in for dinner. Shouto hadn’t come back yet from his visit, so Izuku took the chance to hide his shopping bag back in his closet away from everyone. He sighs softly as he slumps against his closet door. A nervous buzz thrums in his veins, and he can physically hear his blood rushing to his ears. He changes out of his shorts and puts on some sweatpants he’s sure to be Shouto’s.  

Making his way downstairs, he spots Shinsou making his way into the kitchen. He’s about to greet him, Kacchan cuts him off, “Oi Deku! Where have you been?” 

Izuku chuckles nervously. Since when did Kacchan care about where I’ve been? “Went out with Ochako. Shopping.”  

The other alpha just frowned at him before turning away. Izuku brushes it off as he’s done for almost a month now. He and Shouto hadn’t told the whole class they were together. Only those in the proclaimed Dekusqaud knew. It’s not that Izuku didn’t trust the rest of his class, but it felt nice to just have his inner circle know. He missed out on a bunch of stuff in middle school thanks to Kacchan. No after-school clubs, no sports to join, no friends. Who wanted to be friends with a quirkless freak like me anyway? Kacchan did everything to isolate him from everyone. Bullying went too far, and suicide baiting was almost accepted. Maybe in the next life, he had a quirk. His mom’s telekinetic quirk, or being able to breathe fire. He remembers vividly when he was a child, and Kacchan got his quirk. Everyone praised baby Kacchan for his stupid awesome quirk. He remembers going home and desperately trying to move a chair with his mind and heavily trying to breathe fire.  

But nothing happened.  

Being diagnosed quirkless was just the icing on the cake. Here in Yuuei, it was different. Sure, Kacchan still singled him out in training and spouted mean things at him, but something was different. He’s not sure what it is. He secretly thinks it's the dynamics in the class. While there is a good mix of alphas, omegas, and betas, there are some differences. Prime alphas and prime omegas. While they are rare, they do exist. In the hierarchy society, has made Prime alphas and omegas are the highest. Those being the Prime alphas in their class were: Momo Yaoyorozu, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, and Shinsou Hitoshi. Prime alphas were secretly in high demand, whether people wanted to admit it or not. So much so, it’s okay to marry between siblings if both are primes. Izuku is yet to get the truth out of Natsuo about his relationship with Dabi, aka Touya.  

The class Prime Omegas are Kaminari Denki, Toru Hagakure, Fumikage Tokoyami, and Midoriya Izuku. Including their homeroom teacher, Aizawa-sensei.  

Not that Izuku ever told Kacchan that. He can only imagine how much the alpha will start to single him out more. When his mother had explained to Izuku that they came from a long line of Prime omegas, it made sense why Kacchan’s alpha voice never worked on him. If anything, it grated his nerves to no end when he used it on him when they were younger. Now his omega bluntly ignores his childhood friend’s alpha. Which he sees ticks Kacchan off when he isn’t paying attention. He notices Kacchan watching him more and more nowadays. Trying and failing to get his attention. Shouto never lets Kacchan close when he’s around.  

It's endearing. Truly. Kacchan can’t stand Todoroki’s scent. Which is oddly mint with a hint of chocolate. Rare for a prime alpha to have such a soft yet strong scent. Kacchan hated it so much. Constantly wanting to scent Izuku after their sparring session. Which Izuku never lets him do anymore.  

“Izuku? Are you okay?” Shouto asked, cradling his face gently.  

Right. I’m eating dinner.  

“Hi, when did you get back?” Izuku asked.  

Shouto frowned softly in confusion, “A few minutes ago. Walked in and just saw you zoned out. Are you sure you're okay?”  

Izuku nodded, “Yeah, sorry. I guess I’m just tired. Ochako went on a big shopping spree.”  

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve left Endeavor’s card. You know how much Ochako loves to spend on it,” Shouto said and gently pulled Izuku into a chair so they could eat what was made.  

“She kinda just sprung it on me. We didn’t spend much anyway,” he feels his nerves light up at the thought of the bag he shoved in his closet.  

“Still. You know I don’t mind,” Shouto reiterates.  

“I know, I know, c’mon eat with me.”  

“I feel stupid,” Izuku cursed as Ochako pushed him behind a curtain to change.  

“Oh, come on, Deku! Live a little!” Himiko exclaimed. Ochako giggles softly as she shushes her girlfriend for being too loud. It’s been a couple of days, and Shouto was out late training with Momo and Shinsou.  

“Toga, you promised me you wouldn’t touch me,” Izuku reminds her. He hasn’t forgotten her obsessive nature. She, herself, was also a prime alpha and very feral when she wanted something badly. Luckily, Ochako has kept her content in wanting to be her proper mate.  

Himiko holds up two fingers crossed, “And I promised to Ochako I wouldn’t touch you until I do your makeup.”  

“Makeup!?” He shrikes.  

“Don’t worry, it’s just eyeliner,” Ochako reassured him.  

Izuku struggles with bralette and stares weirdly at them till they notice he needs help. “Let me see,” Ochako steps behind the curtain, clipping the black bra together.  

“Okay, okay, step out!”  

Izuku was a flustered mess.  

He had to admit the boyshorts were comfy enough not to dig into cocklet and were soft around his ass. The bralette did its job in pushing his tits together, giving the illusion that they were bigger than they were. Pulling on a pair of thigh-high stockings and the garter belts, he was done.  

“Okay, I’m done.”  

Ochako and Toga wait impatiently for Izuku to step out from the other side. When he does, Himiko reaches for Ochako’s arm and bites down.  

“You look so good!” Ochako exclaims, completely unfazed by her alpha biting her.  

“Really? I feel stupid,” Izuku wraps his arms around his chest. Himiko pops off Ochako’s arm and stands up, bringing her girlfriend with her.  

“Look, come here,” Toga and Ochako drag him in front of her vanity mirror. “You look ridiculously hot. And if Shouto doesn’t think so, we’re always looking for a number three.”  

The chuckle, but Izuku had to admit it. He looked and felt really good.  

“Sit on the bed so I can bring this look together,” Himiko grabs the eyeliner as Ochako wraps the matching robe around Izuku’s shoulder. Toga smells metallic and roses when she tilts Izuku’s face upward. “Close your eyes.”  

Izuku feels slightly pampered as Himiko drags the eyeliner over his lash line. “Ooooo mascara please baby,” she says to Ochako.  

“Oh! And this too!”  

Izuku has no idea what they're doing as they do his makeup. Once they're done, Himiko stands proudly while Uraraka hands him a mirror. The cat eyeliner and mascara made his eyes pop more, and the light lip gloss was an added plus. It made him look more innocent if anything.  

“If come by Valentine days your makeup isn’t smeared, and the lingerie ripped, leave him,” Himiko said with a tone that sounded too serious.  

Izuku changed out of his clothes and went back into his boxer briefs, shorts, and cat sweater that belonged to his alpha. He’s in a rush since he didn’t time his leave with Himiko leaving and Shouto coming back from training. He barely gets his bag hidden in the closet when Shouto enters his room.  

“Hi!” He squeaks out.  

“Hi. What are you doing?” Shouto asked, drying his hair with a towel.  

“Nothing, just putting some stuff away,” he quickly said, stepping away from the closet, hoping Shouto would brush it off. Unfortunately, his boyfriend stared at the closet more.  

Izuku panicked.  

“Did you notice something… on my face?” He splutters out.  

His boyfriend furrowed his brows and tilted his head in confusion. Aww, he looks like a kitten. With his attention now on him, Shouto steps to his boyfriend and cradles his face gently. The sun was barely sitting, giving a new golden hour to Izuku’s tan skin. He takes notice of the eyeliner, the mascara, and the shiny lip gloss. For a moment, Izuku thinks he pushed too far, and Shouto won’t like this.  

But slowly Shouto’s scent sharpens and turns really rich. He can easily make out his pupils, blowing out,t blocking out any color. With a little bit of self-confidence, he reaches up and cradles his face. Carefully, he pushes up his boyfriend’s lips, revealing his fangs that have gotten longer in their little time together.  

“Who did it?” Shouto asked as he swiped his thumb back and forth on his cheek.  

“Ochako… and Himiko,” he answered.  

A soft growl escaped from the alpha at the name of another alpha. Izuku chuckles softly, “Don’t worry, she only has eyes for Ochako.”  

“Not fair, they got to see you like this first,” he pouts.  

Izuku lets his hands slide down Shouto’s chest before resting them around his waist. “You know, they said if my make-up isn’t ruined by the end, I need to look for a new alpha.”  

Tugging at his sweats, he drags his blunt nails over his abs. “Oh yeah? Let me go ahead and do that,” Shouto leans down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Izuku turns them around, pushing Shouto to sit down as he gets to his knees.  

“Are you sure, Izu?” Shouto asked as the omega tugged at his sweats again, revealing his happy trail.  

“I want to try it. It’s been a while, and I trust myself enough to take your knot too,” Izuku replied, a little too eager but ready to prove to his alpha he could take it.  

“Alright, go on then, bunny,” Shouto leaned back on his hands as Izuku pulled his sweats, pulling his cock out of its confines. Izuku vividly remembers the first time he blew his boyfriend. Both were learning what felt right and what didn’t. Izuku knew he couldn’t have Shouto knot his mouth on the first try, but they had been working towards it.  

Izuku wraps his hand around his boyfriend’s cock, stroking upward and squeezing a little more around the tip, almost enthralled in watching the precum beginning to spill. Leaning forward, he swipes his tongue over the tip and continues with little kitten licks, wanting to rile his alpha up just a little bit more. It was a dangerous game when he edged Shouto, because it was always a fair game when it was his turn. Being mindful of his teeth, he begins taking in his alpha’s cock. He starts slowly before speeding his movements up, hollowing his cheeks more, and relaxing his throat to swallow more.  

“Fuck! Izu, bunny,” Shouto lays his hand into a mop of curly green hair as just a reassurance, but feels his knot beginning to expand, and he can smell his omega’s excitement.  

Izuku takes his left hand to fondle Shouto’s balls and takes his right to massage the ever-growing knot. Gargling noises fill his room along with Shouto’s curses and groans. If anyone was truly wanting to eavesdrop on his room, they would surely just hear Izuku blowing Shouto. He finally feels Shouto dig his fingers into his hair and sharply pull him off his cock.  

“You’ve been rutting my leg the whole time, bunny. Can’t control that slutty cunt of yours?”  He heaves as his eyes are finally completely devoid of color. Shouto can really appreciate Izuku in this filthy light. So much so, he keeps his fingers tightened in his boyfriend’s hair, fishing his phone out of his pocket to take a picture.  

“Finish me off and then you can too, alright doll?” Shouto told him in his alpha voice, to which Izuku could only simply nod dumbly. Cock drunk whore.  

“Go on.”  

Izuku follows his alpha’s order in swallowing his boyfriend’s cock. “Relax your throat, bunny,” Shouto orders again.  

Izuku moans around his alpha’s cock as Shouto starts face fucking him. He allows himself to be used. Fucking loves it. Tears stream down his flushed cheeks, drool from excessive spit dripping down his chin, and sure enough, his shorts are stained with slick. Making his jaw slack just a little more, Shouto pushes his knot through, moaning loudly as he finishes.  

Izuku can’t hear anything but blood rushing to his ears, and his vision is going white. He swallows every drop of cum Shouto offers him. Shouto drags his hand down Izuku’s neck, feeling the bulge of his cock in his throat. He can’t help but smirk, pulling his lips at Izuku’s sated state. More so that he can see that his omega came untouched and in his shorts. 

His omega is content where he is between his legs and eyes closed in bliss. Massaging his knot to ease it quicker. When his knot finally deflates, he pulls Izuku up off the floor and into his lap. Both of their purring fills the room as they catch their breath.  

Izuku turns his face into Shouto’s neck and kisses the skin softly before speaking, “Can I see the picture you took?”  

Shouto hands his phone over to Izuku, immediately pushing the photo album and finding his picture. He looks like a slut. Eyes half lidded, spit shining on his swollen, red lips, and mascara tracked down his flushed, freckled cheeks. A perfect example of fucked out. He swipes out of the album and onto the camera. Sure enough, he still looks like a whore, but a happy whore no less. Handing the phone back to Shouto, he grabs his own, wrapping his arms around his alpha and snapping a photo.  

Midoriya  

No need for me to take that offer up.  

[tododeku img.] 

Ochako  

Proud to be of service!!! You need make up remover send your alpha over so I can give it to him.  

Midoriya 

Gotcha 

“Shoucchan, can you go to Uraraka’s dorm? She’s going to give you some makeup remover wipes,” Izuku leans back but whines softly at the wetness seeping through his shorts.  

“Let's get you cleaned up first.”  

“I’m going to tell him All Might,” Izuku said seriously to his mentor.  

Toshinori sighs heavily as his blue eyes meet determined, shiny green eyes. He leans back on the couch in the teachers' lounge, mulling over what his student told him.  

“One for All is a serious secret, Midoriya. Are you sure you can trust Tododoki with this information?” The omegan hero watched his protégé shake his head eagerly. Toshinori looked torn in Midoriya’s gaze.  

“Shouto can take care of himself, All Might. I trust him with my life, why shouldn’t I trust him with this either?” Izuku tilted his head at All Might as his teacher weighed his options.  

“I trust your judgement, Midoriya. I know personally how heavy this burden is. And I should’ve never made you isolate yourself from people who can help you more than I can,” All Might replied with a soft, sad smile. Izuku softly coos as he sits down beside All Might.  

“So, you know I’m going to tell Aizawa-sensei and Shirakumo-sensei too?” Izuku adds.  

“Yes. I expect a very angry omega at my door later today,” Toshinori huffs, his scent souring just a little. “I’m surprised you aren’t telling Bakugou first.”  

Izuku tilted his head again, “Hmm? How do you mean?”  

Toshinori laughs a little, “Nothing. Bakugou has been with you since childhood. I guess I just assumed you’d tell him first. Especially with how he’s been acting about you recently.”  

Izuku again blinks in confusion.  

“It just seems like the boy wants to court you, but doesn’t seem to know where or how to start. It would be adorable if he weren’t so crude sometimes,” Toshinori explains his reasoning.  

“Guess I never noticed. Shoucchan takes up most of my time when I don’t have training,” Izuku replied.  

Toshinori smiles softly before ruffling his green curls and preparing himself for later today.

  “Shoucchan!”  

Shouto turns around to see his omega running towards him. “Bunny, everything okay?” Shouto accepts the hug Izuku gives him and plants a soft kiss on his forehead.  

“All good. I need to talk to you about something,” Izuku tells him before pulling him around the dorm building and to the back garden that the hero and support course have made together. Shouto can smell the lingering soft wisteria scent from their teacher, All Might. He can recall how his father reacted to the number one pro being an omega. He nearly had an aneurysm.  

But things have changed since his father became number one and his brother’s return from the dead. Touya—Dabi—is very much still Endeavors’ number one hater, but he isn’t committing so much arson as before. He likes to believe Natsuo has mellowed him out a bit, even if now, in turn, Natsuo is affiliated with the League of Villains. Shigaraki had a weird relationship with Natsuo, too. Maybe some odd poly relationship neither of his brothers wanted to tell him.  

Izuku leads him to a large tree that has nice shade to sit under as the sun still shines brightly above them. “Sit,” The omega says, tapping the grass beside them.  

Dropping his backpack beside Izuku’s yellow one and sits down beside him. He can tell Izuku is going to tell him something serious as he sees him picking at his cuticles. It was a nasty habit he hadn’t been able to break. Shouto reaches over and takes his scarred hand in his. The same hand that saved him at the Sports Festival. Izuku smiled before cuddling closer to his left side.  

“What I’m going to say can’t be told to another person, Shoucchan… It’s a serious secret, and I’m trusting you with this,” Izuku begins.  

Shouto tilts his head at Izuku and nods before bringing his hand up to his lips and kissing his scar.  

“I wasn’t born with my quirk. I was born quirkless,” Izuku swallows thickly as he sees Shouto’s eyes widen in shock. Before his boyfriend cuts in, he continues, “You know I grew up with Kacchan. Well, when he got his quirk, and I still hadn’t, my mom took me to a doctor. I was part of the population that wouldn’t inherit a quirk. Kacchan was very keen on making me his target growing up. No one wanted to be friends with a quirkless deku. Bullying me became very common. Up to middle school, where he suicide baited me.”  

Shouto is tense beside him, and his scent has strangely disappeared. But he keeps quiet and waits for Izuku to continue.  

“I was attacked by the sludge villain, which was when I met and was saved by All Might. After a little scuffling with him, we were on a rooftop, and I asked him if I could be a hero even if I didn’t have a quirk. He said no. He left me there. I thought maybe taking a swine dive off the roof wouldn’t be so bad. Instead, I went home but saw that the sludge villain attacking Kacchan… and well, my body moved before my mind caught up to it. I tried to save him, which in hindsight was not a good idea. All Might saved us in the end. Kacchan got praised for being brave, and I got scolded for running into the fight quirkless.”  

Shouto distantly remembers reading about the sludge villain in a newspaper, but didn’t think of it. Now watching and listening to Izuku makes his heart crack.  

“All Might found me after the whole thing when I was headed home and told me he believed I could be a hero. That his quirk allowed him to transfer it to another person. That he could pass it to me. Shouto, that quirk, is called One for All. It’s been passed down from generations to put a stop to—” 

“All for One,” Shouto finishes.  

Izuku nods.  

“Makes sense. Wait, so All Might is quirkless?” He asked.  

“Yep. Nana Shimura was his mentor, and she was the seventh user,” He answered.  

“How many users total?”  

“I’m the ninth user,” Izuku answered.  

“All Might told you to keep it a secret?”  

“Yeah, but I can’t handle this by myself. So, I’m telling you and then Aizawa-sensei,” Izuku told him.  

“Want me to come with?” He asked.  

“If you don’t mind,” Izuku replied.  

“Come on. Let’s go.”  

“I don’t want a surprise,” Aizawa complains to his alpha.  

“Come on! Eri will love it! Don’t worry, I have something less child-friendly for us planned later at night,” Oboro responds, wiggling his eyebrows at his omega.  

Aizawa tries and fails to hide his flustered cheeks. “You know I hate surprises,” he adds.  

Oboro walks forward, laying his hands around Shouta’s slim waist and pulling him close. “We’re both off that Saturday. It’s a cute lovey-dovey festival for kids, and we make sure to tire Eri out on every little thing. Then you and I can enjoy some alone time.”  

“Umm, sensei?”  

“Problem children,” Aizawa sighs as he glares at Todoroki and Midoriya. Oboro hides his laugh as best he can as his omega shoves him off and walks to his students. “If Kaminari caused another blackout were blaming Mineta.”  

Izuku laughs but shakes his head. “Sorry for interrupting, but I have something to tell you and Shirakumo-sensei.”  

Aizawa glances at Todoroki, seeing the boy nod in agreement. “We’re listening, kid. What’s up?” Oboro speaks for himself and Aizawa.  

After almost thirty minutes of Izuku telling Shirakumo and Aizawa of the bullying, All Might giving him his quirk, and the connection to All for One. Both teachers are silent as they eye their students. Aizawa had always been watchful of his kids. Always trying to make sure none of them got left behind and that they have help when needed. He now sees that he misunderstood Izuku’s relationship with Bakugou.  

“Allow me to apologize, Midoriya,” Aizawa starts.  

“What?”  

“I completely misinterpreted your relationship with Bakugou. Not to mention, I nearly expelled you on your first day because you couldn’t control your quirk. Everyone else had years with their quirks while you had yours for just a couple of days,” Aizawa explained.  

“Not to mention, we should’ve made you more comfortable enough to tell us this information,” Oboro added. His demeanor was much more serious than a couple of minutes ago.  

“I will give All Might a hard time for not telling me either. As your homeroom teacher, I should’ve been told something. As for Bakugou, he’s overdue for some proper consequences,” Aizawa stated.  

“Wait! What? No, no! I don’t want to ruin Kacchan’s chances of becoming a Pro! He can still be a good hero!” Izuku quickly adds. He ignores the slight lack of scent from Shouto.  

“Midoriya,” Shirakumo gets off the desk to stand beside Shouta, “Bakugou has been using his quirk from a young age without permission, bullying, beating, and suicide baiting you. He continues to do that even now. Of course, it’s not often, but he still singles you out and says very crude things. That’s not a friend. If he continues without consequences for his actions, what do you think will happen when he’s a Pro? Take Endeavor, for example, the man mistreated his wife, abused his power as a hero, neglected his children, and who knows what the hell else he did.”  

Aizawa can’t fight instincts. He can smell Shouto in distress. He’s careful in grabbing the boy’s hand and rubbing his thumb over his knuckles in a soothing motion.  

“It’s fine, kid,” Aizawa tells Shouto as he pulls him back from his disassociation.  

“I understand, Shirakumo-sensei,” Izuku finally says before going to Shouto's side and grabbing his open hand.  

Shirakumo is cautious as he steps forward and meets Shouto’s eyes. He lays a hand on his shoulder.  

“You aren’t your father, kid. You ain’t your brother either. You're doing well,” Oboro reassured him. Finally, the faintest smile appears on his face.  

“Thank you.”  

Aizawa glances at Izuku, “Midoryia I’m sure you have a notebook already on your quirk.”  

His problem child nods his head in ecstatic excitement. “Alright, I want to see it so Oboro and I can properly train you now.”  

Oboro ruffles fluff green hair before stepping away and turning around, “I have two extra bento boxes. Join us. They were for Mic and Midnight, but they had shifts to get to. Come on! Shouta needs actual food!”  

“Jelly packs are fine,” Aizawa grumbles.  

The small pack sat in the teachers' lounge, eating the bentos Oboro had packed. “So, what’s going to happen to Kacchan?” Izuku asked, shoving some rice in his mouth.  

“I’ll talk to Nedzu. That shitty middle school should also face consequences. I’m sure Nedzu will want to go after them, too. Bakugou might get expelled if evidence is found,” Aizawa replied as he stole a piece of seaweed from his alpha.  

“It doesn’t need to come to that. An apology would be fine,” Izuku told him.  

“Izu,” Shouto began, “He can apologize. It might be hard for him to come to terms with what he did, but… your forgiveness should come when you see the change.”  

Izuku’s gaze softened, “Have you considered your own advice?”  

“I’ve told him before. As a hero, I’m watching him. As a father, he’ll need to earn it.”  

“Kid has a point, Midoriya. Ultimately, it’s your decision,” Oboro said.  

“I need time,” the omega replied, shoving food in his mouth to stop a blubbering mess of excuses. He knows they have a point, but he knows this must happen for both Izuku and Bakugou to grow into their own before becoming pros.  

Valentine’s Day. Finally.  

Izuku and Shouto are dressed nicely for a small festival Shirakumo-sensei had invited them to. Apparently, all of the Dekusqaud would be going too. He didn’t miss the odd glances of some of the other students. He wasn’t sure if they had plans too or if they just felt left out. He hoped it was the latter.  

“Izuchan!” Eri screams as she floats on a cloud straight towards him. He’s quick to grab her and hold her tightly.  

“Eri! How are you?” He asked, taking a look at her. She had her hair in twin braids and pink overalls with little cherry blossom embroidery.  

“I’m good! Shocchan!” She squeals and jumps into his arms.  

“Eri! How’s my imōto?” He asked, holding her in his arms as they walked down the steps and down to where Aizawa and Oboro are waiting on them.  

“How’s my Nii-chan?” She shot back with shiny, bright eyes and a blinding smile.  

“I’m much happier now that you’re here,” he replied, placing her back on the ground, to which she wraps herself around his leg like a koala.  

“Ready?” Aizawa asked.  

“Ye-” 

“Oi Deku!”  

Everyone turns to Bakugou, who was walking towards them like a man on a mission.  

“What’s up, Kacchan?” Izuku asked. He brought his left hand to his right and began to pick at his cuticles.  

“Where are you going?” 

“A festival with Aizawa-sensei, Shirakumo-sensei, Eri-chan, and Shoucchan,” he replied, as if it were the most obvious answer.  

Bakugou kept his usual scowl in place as he locked eyes with the Icy-Hot bastard. “Tch. I need to see you when you get back. Find me later, Deku.”  

It was silent as Bakugou left before Eri, Shirakumo, and Shouto spoke at the same time.  

“Asshole.” Eri cursed.  

“Loser.” Shouto added.  

“Dick.” Oboro finished.  

Eri sat on top of Shouto’s shoulders in complete awe at everything they saw. She’s very happy shouting nii-chan and pointing in a random direction she wanted to go in. Of course, Izuku followed closely behind, doing whatever activities they had and eating snacks with Oboro. Izuku catches a glimpse of his friends. Tsuyu, Ochako, and Himiko were walking hand in hand to the photographer. There luckily wasn’t many heroes around. He’s positive that he saw Fuyumi with Mr. Compress. He’s not sure how to feel about that. He’s yet to see Natsuo, but he’s surprised to find Shouto’s mom.  

Both are stunned at Rei on her presumed date with the Number Four Pro Edgeshot.  

“Good for her,” Aizawa comments while drinking his coffee.  

Shouto doesn’t let her see him in case she isn’t ready to tell him about that relationship.  

They were still going to be at the festival for a little bit longer, but Izuku needed to get ready for their night.  

“Shoucchan, I’m gonna head back to the dorms. I’ll wait for you in your room,” Izuku says suggestively as he messes with one of his alpha’s buttons.  

He doesn’t miss the blush in his boyfriend’s cheeks as he bids goodbye to everyone and makes way to the dorms. 

No one is in the common room when he gets there. He rushes up to his room, grabs his shower caddy, and goes down to the showers to get ready. His heart is pounding as he showers and finishes rather quickly. He doesn’t want anything to ruin tonight for him or Shouto. Back in his room, he picks the lacy green set of lingerie. He takes a deep breath and changes into the outfit.  

The green lace hugged his ass perfectly and went just over his hips.  He struggles slightly with the bra, but it clips on without any issue. Sliding the thigh-high green stockings, he grabs the garter belts to put on. When he’s done dressing, he grabs the eyeliner and mascara. His phone buzzes.  

Shocchan  

Be there in 20 <3 

Izuku squeals in excitement before grabbing his robe and finishing off the makeup. Sneaking out of his dorm, he really hopes he won’t bump into anyone. In hindsight, he should’ve gotten ready in his alpha’s room. Going to Shouto’s floor, no one sees him, and he sneaks in with no issues. His heart is pounding in his chest as he settles down on the futon. I really hope he likes this.  

He allows the alpha’s scent around him to put him at ease and allows his own strawberry scent to mingle. He undoes the robe around his shoulders and sorta of seductively. I feel fucking stupid. He mentally slaps himself, but it was too late to change anything as the door starts to unlock.  

As the door opens, his alpha comes in. Shouto stops in his tracks at the sight of his omega on his bed, dressed and dolled up. Todoroki has half a mind to remember to shut the door behind him as he stands in front of Izuku. The more silence stretched, the more nervous Izuku felt under Shouto’s gaze.  

“Do you mind standing for me?” Shouto asked, extending his hand out.  

Izuku took it, the robe falling open, revealing the rest of the emerald lingerie. The rich mint chocolate scent floods Izuku’s senses, and he’s at ease that Shouto really does like it.  

“When did you buy this?” Shouto asked, running his hand over his hips, tracing the soft lace under warm fingers.  

“With Ochako… she said you might like this in something green,” he answered, a pretty pink blush spreading across his cheeks. Shout takes his hand away from the panties and up to the bralette, swiping his hand over his clothed nipple.  

“Well, she was right. Does that mean you have other sets?” He asked, eyeing him up and down.  

“Only two others. A black and red one,” Izuku leans forward to his alpha, wanting him to touch him more.  

“Looks really good,” Shouto leans forward to kiss his neck and to nip at his mating gland.  

“You really like it?” Izuku asked.  

Shouto picks up Izuku quickly, his omega quickly wrapping his legs around his waist. His fingers dig into his plump thighs, continuing his ministration on his neck.  

“Yes. I fucking love it,” Shouto growls against skin as he takes him down to lay him on the futon. Taking the robe off, Shouto pushes Izuku back, watching his omega’s cheeks flush scarlet, making his freckles more prominent.  

He settles between his legs, holding them open between his hands, taking in the pretty lace wrapped around muscled thighs. He leans forward, swiping his tongue over the scent gland on Izuku’s inner thigh.  

Izuku softly shudders before his alpha pressed his face first into his crotch, catching him off guard. On instinct, he clamps his thighs around his alpha’s head, to which Shouto doesn’t mind.  

“Let’s try something,” Shouto said as he pulled away and started to strip.  

“Try what?” Izuku asked, albeit breathlessly.  

Completely naked, Shouto gathers Izuku’s legs and rests his cock between his thighs. Closing his thighs around his cock he hugs the omega’s legs close.  

“Tighten your thighs, bunny. There you go. Good boy,” Shouto shamelessly fucks his boyfriend’s thighs, mindlessly groping his chest and biting his calves that rest right over his shoulder. Izuku watches enthralled as he watches his boyfriend’s cock stain his panties in precum, and his scent floods the room from the constant thrusting against it. He can feel his slick beginning to spill, and his cocklet rubbed against his boyfriend’s cock.  

Shouto turns the heat up slightly on his left hand, singing off some of the stockings and garter belts.  

“Shoucchan! I really liked this one!” Izuku yelled as he felt his skin burn. Just a possessive way for Shouto to mark him.  

“I can buy you new ones, bunny,” Shouto grunts, biting into his leg. His fangs release venom into Izuku’s bloodstream that allows his head to be fuzzier with lust.  

Izuku moans softly as Shouto continues rutting between his thighs. He tightens his thighs, hearing Shouto grunt and spill between his thighs, staining his abs and bra. Shouto pulls away from his boyfriend, opening his legs and harshly pulling at his panties.  

“I’m keeping these,” Shouto says, tossing the underwear somewhere in his room.  

“Those are covered in slick!” Izuku whines, feeling his cheeks heat up at the thought of his boyfriend being an unofficial panty stealer.  

“And they are better that way,” Shouto responds, bringing him up into his lap and turning their positions, so his omega was on top. Shouto couldn’t stop touching Izuku anyway he could. His hands groped his thighs, ass, hips, and chest with much vigor. Izuku laid one hand on his chest and the other grabbed his boyfriend’s sensitive cock. “Shit. Izu, I didn’t stretch you out.” 

“It's okay, baby. Stay still for me,” Izuku uses his omega voice to keep Shouto pliant beneath him. Not that Shouto minded. There was hardly a time that Shouto remembers always being under his father’s alpha voice. His mother was a breath of fresh air, and he rarely saw his siblings growing up.  Izuku’s voice kinda felt like Shinsou’s brainwashing. It was soft and allowed his alpha to rest easily in sex.  

Izuku squeezes Shouto’s cock, milking what little cum he has left before sliding his wet cunt over him. They both simultaneously groan as Izuku slides onto his cock. When Izuku finally settles on his hips, Shouto runs his fingers over his omega’s cocklet, watching precum beginning to spill over as Izuku raises his hips and sinks back down.  

“You feel really good, bunny,” Shouto praises as he thrusts his hips to meet Izuku’s.  

“You- oh- you too, Shoucchan!” Izuku squeaks out as he leans down to messily kiss his alpha. Shouto meets him with the same intense fervor.  Izuku digs his smaller fangs into his boyfriend’s bottom lip. Izuku’s venom was very different from his boyfriend’s. Of course, venoms can differentiate between the dynamics. Alpha venom was more to subdue their mates, especially during heat or rut cycles. Betas didn’t have venom, but they were more levelheaded if bitten with omega or alpha venom. An omega venom was extremely dangerous to those they saw as enemies to their pups or partners. But it could push their partner into a heat or rut.  

The lewd squelching sound flooded Shouto’s ears as he watched his omega bounce on his cock like he was in heat. If he wasn’t careful enough, he would’ve already pushed Izuku in another heat. He’s damn lucky Izuku was already on birth control. The number of times he’s fucked his boyfriend raw and with the complete knowledge that Izuku has a breeding kink was too much. He would’ve made Inko and his mom grandmothers of three already.  

Shouto grips his boyfriend’s hips and starts meeting thrusts hard and fast. His nails dig into Izuku’s hips, and in turn, Izuku digs his into his shoulder as he fucks himself quicker and begins to feel his knot pressing against his cunt, begging for entrance.  

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Izuku cants his hips against Shouto, allowing his swollen knot to pop in. Shouto strokes Izuku’s cocklet in turn with his orgasm, making him finish. Pretty white ribbons cum paint both of them as they ride out their orgasms.  

Izuku slumps against his boyfriend’s chest, heaving and quivering.  

“Best Valentine’s Day ever,” Shouto breathes out. Izuku giggles against his chest as he feels his heart sync with Shouto’s and feels sleep consume him.

Izuku purrs softly as he wakes up to the familiar warmth of his alpha’s breath against his neck and different temperatures pressed against his naked body. Expect the stockings. Shouto really likes the stockings.  

Izuku squirms around, feeling Shouto is still very much inside him from their previous round. Izuku has an itch to scratch. He brings one of Shouto’s cold hands up to his mouth, gently nibbling on two digits before lazily rocking back on his boyfriend’s cock that was beginning to harden. He tries his best to keep quiet and his movements as unnoticeable as possible.  

He can feel the fire pooling in his stomach and his cunt clenching tightly around Shouto’s cock. He bites down on Shouto’s palm as he feels his g-spot get hit. Slick and previous cum begin to pool around the alpha’s cock as he starts moving just a little faster.  

He feels the cold hand tighten around his chin, making his move stutter to a stop. “Keep going,” Shouto’s gravelly voice came from behind him.  

It's slow and filthy between them as Izuku continues his lazy thrusting onto his alpha. Izuku works for his orgasm and gets knotted again. Sweat litters his body, and Shouto does a good job of cooling him down after his intense orgasm.  

“Sorry for not telling you about wanting to do that,” Izuku mumbles, slightly ashamed for taking advantage of Shouto.  

Shouto nuzzled and chuffed, which surprised the omega. “Use me any way you please, bunny. I like that. I like you being in control. You're the only one I trust this way, Izu. I love you.” 

Izuku tries and fails to hold back his tears as he snuggles further against his alpha. “I love you too.”  

“Bunny, we need to shower,” Shouto gathers clothes for both of them and their aftercare kit.  

“No,” Izuku mumbles, half asleep. Shouto laughs as he pulls the stockings off and tosses them into his hamper. “No, Shoucchan!”  

“Come on, don’t fight me,” Shouto replied, dressing his omega as reasonably as he could so they could get to the showers.  

“Fine. I’m coming,” Izuku says as Shouto stands up off the futon and waits for him to follow. Izuku’s attempt to stand up fails terribly. “Yeah, no. I’m staying here. I’ll shower tomorrow.”  

Shouto chuckles, “Come on. I’ll give you a piggyback ride there.”  

As they step out of the elevator, they meet Bakugou. Bakugou can’t help but scrunch his face up in disgust as the smell of raw sex wafts underneath his nose. Not to mention Deku looks like a… like a used whore.  

“What the fuck, Deku? I’ve been waiting to see you all last night!” He finally shouts.  

“Oh. Sorry, Kacchan, I got caught up in other stuff,” Izuku replied as his cheeks flushed and his scent dampened a bit.  

Katsuki glares at Todoroki, who doesn’t bother to hide his smug smirk as he steps out of the elevator. Katsuki refuses to believe that Deku and Icy-Hot have been shacking up. Nope. They have not been fucking. Deku belongs to me.  

“I’m serious, Deku. I want to talk to you right now,” Katsuki repeats to him. Izuku slides off Shouto’s back and steadies himself on shaky legs.  

“Can’t it wait, Kacchan. Please, can I shower and I’ll talk to you afterwards?” Izuku told him, hoping he would get him to back off.  

“No.”  

It was quiet as other members from their class stopped to gawk.  

“Kacchan, please, don’t piss me off. I’ve had a nice night, and I will find you after my shower,” Izuku tried again, just one more time.  

“A nice night? So, you’ve been fucking Icy-Hot this whole time?” Katsuki pressed on angrily. His scent filled the room quickly of an angry alpha. Shouto turned to Tenya, giving a small nod. Missed by most but not among the primes.  

“What’s it to you anyway? I don’t understand why my relationship with Shouto bothers you so much!” Izuku feels his blood run hot and veins run cold.  

Katsuki looks at Izuku like he’s been stabbed multiple times. “Why does it bother me so much? You’re mine to court! This fucking glorified peppermint doesn’t know you the way I do! I’ve known you since we were in diapers! You're supposed to be mine!”  

“And I’m not!” Izuku yells. “Do you think I would accept you courting me after everything you put me through?”  

“I thought we moved past that! I did all that for your own good! It worked out fine! It would be better if this stupid fucking good-for-nothing asshole stayed out of the way,” Katsuki sneered at Todoroki, feeling sweat gather at his palms.  

Izuku felt too angry.  

Spitting directly into Katsuki's eye felt a great rush of satisfaction as his ‘childhood friend’ dropped to his knees in pain.  

“You’re so mean, Kac- Bakugou! How can you say that! Everything that Shouto has gone through and everything you put me through! The bullying, the suicide baiting! You isolated me from everyone because I was a quirkless freak!” Izuku shouted, grabbing Katsuki by his shirt and pulling him to force him to look at him. “You think I would ever want to be courted by you? The way you treated me like fucking trash growing up, and you never fucking apologized to me!”  

This was the first time Izuku had ever hit Katsuki in this manner. It was always Izuku who was beaten. Always Izuku, who patched up his own wounds at home and dealt in silence with his mental health. Izuku was glad he had better control of his quirk.  

His punch created a hole in the wall, leading his fight outside in the garden. Katsuki brushed off the burning embarrassment and guilt eating at him and focused on his anger. I’m not losing to an omega.  

Everything happened too quickly.  

Shouto leaned against the stairs outside, flashes of green electricity faded in and out of the smoke.  

“Are you not going to stop him?” Mina asked him, worrying about her classmates.  

“Bakugou had it coming,” Shouto replied, crossing his arms, waiting in case he needed to step in.  

Ochako impatiently waited for a sign to step in, too.  

“Is it true?” Kirishima watched the fight before them in shock. “Bakugou bullied him?”  

“Did you think Midoriya flinched around Bakugou because they were good friends? Are you that fucking dense?” Shinsou shot back.  

The smoke settled, revealing Izuku pinning Katsuki to the ground, repeatedly throwing punch after punch. Katsuki growls and grabs Izuku’s wrist, ready to bite his scent gland. His fangs meet soft flesh, and strawberry floods his senses.  

“Ow! You piece of shit!” Izuku screams as fire burns his veins.  

“Hey! Let go!” Oboro rushes to the teens, pushing Izuku out of the way and trying to pull Katsuki off. “Let go, Bakugou!”  

Katsuki whines and lets Izuku go. His moment of small peace is short-lived as someone kicks him straight in the nose, breaking it.  

“Todoroki! No!” Oboro yells, trying to stop the other teen from committing murder. He’s well aware his alpha voice won’t work on him.  

“Touch my omega again, and I’ll fucking kill you, Bakugou. That’s a promise.”  

Aizawa pulls them away with his scarf before going to Izuku and examining his bite. “You're lucky to be a prime. His venom shouldn’t affect you for more than an hour,” Aizawa tells him as he wraps it up in a piece of his scarf.  

“I’m fine. I just want to shower,” Izuku mumbles, pulling his arm close to his chest. 

“Shower. I’ll text you if Nedzu needs to talk to you,” Aizawa turns to his alpha, scruffing Bakugou like a scorned puppy. His face was too bloody to know what Izuku’s punches were and Shouto’s kick. “Let’s get you to Recovery Girl and have a very serious talk. The rest of you fix this garden!”  

Shouto leans to touch Izuku, but his boyfriend flinches away. “Let me shower.”  

Shouto watches Izuku stand and walk back into the dorm building. Shouto follows behind him quietly. In the showers, Shouto watches the steam rise from Izuku’s stall. He’s cautious as he enters the stall. He hears sniffles.  

“Izu,” 

“I smell like him,” Izuku softly cries as he scrubs his skin harshly.  

Shouto steps into the shower and pulls his omega into his arms. “It’ll only last an hour. I can flush it out if you wish,” Shouto offers, cradling his face gently.  

“Please, it burns,” Izuku wraps his arms around his neck, pushing his face to his mating gland.  

“Izu, not there-“ 

“Yes, there. You’re it for me, Shoucchan.”  

Shouto exhales softly before kissing his temple thrice. Burying his face between his neck, he bites the mating gland. Izuku slackens in his arms and sighs in relief as his body stops burning from the inside.  

“Go on,” Shouto nudges Izuku to do the same for him.  

After successfully bonding with Shouto, Izuku has been much more at peace. Bakugou was suspended for the time being. He didn’t ask for information. The less he knew the better.  

That’s what he wanted.  

He now cuddles against him in his nest since they finished homework early. The class had been eerily distant from the pair. He wasn’t sure if it was his fight with Bakugou or what he said that had everyone on edge. A knock on his door came a moment later. Bakugou was surprisingly not blinded by Izuku’s venom, but he did have some fractured ribs and a broken nose.  

Izuku grumbles to himself as he opens his door, seeing Iida, Ochako, Tsuyu, Shinsou, and Monoma.  

“We come asking for a sleepover. Yes, including Monoma,” Shinsou states matter-of-factly.  

“Yeah, no problem!” Izuku is happy to have his group of friends come over for a sleepover with him and Shouto.  

“Oh, kero, those stockings are cute!” Tsuyu gushes at the baby pink laced stockings with cherry blossom embroidery.  

“Thank you! Ochako picked them out,” Izuku told her.  

“Nice thighs,” Shinsou comments as he plops in the nest with Izuku’s permission.  

“They are very nice,” Monoma adds as they all pile on the bed with Iida organizing everything so they can fit.  

Cuddled together, Shouto can’t help but release soft content pheromones.  

“Who knew Todoroki-kun was a softie,” Monoma mumbles as he tosses a leg over Shinsou’s waist, and the purple-haired teen snuggles closer to Izuku.  

Izuku smiles, “Thank you guys.”  

“Anytime, Midoriya.” Iida ruffled his curls before they all fell asleep.