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“Today we’re going to start the day with team simulation training. Everyone meets up at Ground Beta in 10 minutes in your costumes,” Aizawa drawls out at the front of the classroom wrapped in his iconic yellow sleeping bag. He plops down again to presumably steal several minutes of nap time before he has to go to the training place.
“Sweet! Finally some action time!” Denki whoops in excitement.
Katsuki smirks sadistically while cracking his fingers. “I’m gonna fucking wipe the floor with your shitty extras’ asses!”
“I hope this means he forgot about the math homework,” Mina whispers to Tsuyu who is sitting behind her, “I swear those integral thingies were basically invented to kill my brain cells!”
Tenya stands up and loudly exclaims, “Aizawa-sensei! What about the math homework that is supposed to be handed in the first period!”
“You idiot!” Hanta shouts out, whirling out his tape to smack the class president on his forehead, causing him to comically topple down along with his chair. “Why you gotta care about small things, man!”
“Hey hey come on,” Momo says holding her hands out in a pacifying gesture, “Let’s not fight in class. Everyone take your costumes to change and pile your math homeworks on Aizawa-sensei’s table.”
A collective groan coming from approximately half the class ensues before they all dutifully collect their costume cases and pull out their homework books out their bags.
Ochako runs up to Izuku and then loops her arm around his. “Everyone is so energetic in the morning!” she giggles, recalling when their lead alpha jumps up from the floor and starts lecturing the class of the duties of a good student which includes the timely submission of assigned homeworks with his signature karate chops.
“Well,” Izuku replies with a smile, “It’s been a while since we do any team simulation training. I mean I like training in the gym for stamina and strength training, but I like doing training that mimics real hero duty scenarios more. So to have a chance to do that in the first period, I’m also so excited!”
“Yay team training!” Tooru chirps in, her arm hooked on Izuku’s other side, “I heard that it’s especially super important for pack heroes!”
Especially now that they are packmates. This fact pretty much guarantees that in the future they will surely fight together as a unit a lot. Hero agencies tend to scout packs as a package as the synergy of a pack often translates into the best teamwork, covering each others’ weaknesses and amplifying each others’ strengths almost instinctively.
They had unanimously agreed to form a pack after their disastrous summer training camp that ended with the kidnapping of Bakugou.
During the tense days when the pro heroes focused on gathering intel and forming a strategy to rescue their kidnapped student, Class 1A dealt with the trauma from the incident by seeking comfort from each other. It started with encouraging pats on the back or simply cheering each other up with words. Before long, chaste physical touches had progressed to stroking and scenting distressed members when someone slumped into the self-blaming headspace in light of the incident.
Midoriya took it the worst, at that time the person that was closest to the warp gate that took Bakugou away into the clutch of the League of Villains. He blamed himself for failing to rescue Bakugou, for not being fast enough to reach his hand even though everyone has insisted it wasn’t his fault time and time again. Numerous attempts in comforting the distraught omega (like Satou cooking him katsudon almost every dinner that tasted very much like what Bakugou usually makes, or Mina swaddling him in her numerous pink-purple leopard-patterned blankets, and then Kouda performing stunts with his pet rabbit, or Uraraka and Tsuyu coaxing the whole class in playing a water volley match in the school pool despite the grim atmosphere) ultimately culminated into instinctive progression of a pack mindset, with their only omega Midoriya Izuku at its center.
Flash forward several days, Bakugou was successfully rescued. The fight between Izuku and Bakugou broke out, ending with them opening up and somewhat settling their bitter past. It wasn’t resolved completely but it was a start.
Before the sun rose, the omega had formally invited the alpha into the pack. The last puzzle piece finally fell into place to form a complete tightly-knit pack.
If previously Class 1A was protective of Izuku now they are downright fiercely possessive of him as he is their pack’s sole, prime omega. If someone outside their pack were to as much as look at Izuku wrong, or in interest, the alphas and betas will hiss and growl in warning, and on two eventful occasions that landed them in the principal's office, even jumping the offenders.
It is arguably sweet, some of the teachers have cooed at the pack’s protectiveness of their omega. It is because of the newness of the bond, how young the packmates are, and the sheer size of the pack, these teachers had reasoned. The other teachers are firm in their scolding that they have to be able to control themselves and not let their instincts dictate their actions carelessly.
Aizawa, their homeroom teacher, just sighed and made an offhand comment of him monitoring his troublesome students and bringing in a pack expert sometime.
Little did he know, he would find himself to be a stand-in pack expert today.
One by one the students trickle into Ground Beta, decked in their respective hero costumes.
“Okay,” Aizawa begins, “As I said, it’s going to be a team simulation training. Basically, it will be a two versus two format, two will act as heroes and the other two as villains. The heroes’ goal is to rescue a hostage being kept by the villains within the time limit, and the villains’ goal is to prevent it. Villains can hide the hostage anywhere in the building. First team will be in this one.”
He gestures at the building behind him which appears to be a bank, what with the big glass panes and teller desks and ATM machines.
“Time limit is 20 minutes. It only counts as a successful rescue when the hostage is brought out unharmed from the building. The hostage is this robot, it will behave like a normal human complete with speech and simple motion functions to act out its role as a hostage. Villains must turn it on when you’ve put it in your decided hiding place. Got it?”
The robot is humanoid up to scale to a normal adult male. Currently it is motionless, sprawled out on its limbs on the ground.
Murmurs of yes can be heard from the group and Aizawa continued with the division of teams.
First team: Eijirou and Fumikage as heroes and Izuku and Hanta as villains.
“You have 5 minutes to set up your plan before we begin. The rest come with me to the monitor room.”
As the rest are leaving the area, Izuku and Hanta approach the robot and pick it up before heading inside. The bank is quite big with a spacious lounge and visually it appears to have four floors.
Eijirou shouts out, “Good luck!” giving a thumbs up. Fumikage also bids the pair a quieter good luck.
Izuku replies back, “You too!”
Hanta declares confidently, “Prepare to lose heroes!”
As par the course, Izuku has started formulating a strategy while they are hurrying to the stairs.
“This training scenario is rescuing a hostage, us villains goal is basically preventing the heroes from taking the hostage out of the bank, unlike during our first training exercise with the weapon which ends with the heroes’ victory when they touch the weapon, in this scenario even if they manage to carry the hostage out of the hiding place as long as we hold them off for 20 minutes before exiting the building it will be our win, so delaying them as much as possible is the strategy one of the ways to do that is the hiding place naturally you would think to hide it in the third floor or the fourth floor but we can take a risk and try tricking them by putting the hostage in the second floor, and intercepting them before they get to the hiding place is a great idea, one of us can attack and the other defend-”
“Woah woah slow down, I can’t get all that when you’re mumbling at ultra speed like that!” Sero laughs.
“Ah sorry habit!” Izuku clamps a hand over his mouth and then smiles sheepishly afterwards.
The beta shakes his head in fond exasperation, Izuku as always is a strategist, an adorable one at that. He is the perfect mix of brain and brawn. And it’s always exhilarating seeing other people outside their pack get shocked that this seemingly unassuming omega packs really mean punches and kicks.
After the alloted 5 minutes, Eijirou and Fumikage make their way into the bank.
“As we’ve discussed, let’s go up straight to the fourth floor, that’s where they most likely hide the hostage,” Fumikage says. They are trying to make their steps as quietly as possible across the polished marble floor and stride past the empty teller tables.
The spacious room narrows down somewhat to a hallway, they can see the staircase now further in. Everything is quiet and the path is slightly luminated by the sunlight penetrating through the floor-to-ceiling front windows behind them.
“Yeah,” Eijirou replies, senses focusing to detect the slightest movement, “You’ll focus on getting the hostage while I’ll be the-”
A loud crash from their right. Amidst splinters of wood flying out, green lightning blurs into view and before anyone can react, Fumikage is sailing backwards through the air at bone-breaking speed. He crashes loudly into the tables.
Eijirou hardens himself in time to see Izuku already bolting towards him with his left leg drawn back ready for his Shoot Style powered kick. He puts his arms in front of his face in a defensive brace. But before the kick connects, Izuku suddenly breaks his form, puts his sole on Eijirou’s clenched fists and uses the firm footing to spring up. He plants his hands on the ceiling and thrusts himself down using power from Full Cowling, shaping his leg into a drophouse kick that connects with Eijirou’s head.
The beta is completely caught off guard by the attack from above as his head, followed by the entirety of his body, gets slammed down brutally to the floor, a surprised yelp is ripped out of his throat. But as he is in his hardened form, it doesn’t damage him much aside from the shock of the unexpected attack.
He is quick to jump up again and fixes his gaze on the crouched form of the crackling green omega.
“Nice one Izu,” he whistles.
Izuku smiles at the praise but his eyes widen when twin hands of darkness shoot around Eijirou’s form towards him. He jumps away as they crash into the floor where he was at milliseconds ago. The area widens again into a waiting room of some sort, their goal is the staircase behind the omega. They have to either bring Izuku down right here or one of them can slip past him to get there.
“Dark Shadow, get him!” the alpha yells out as twin streams of dark energy whirl towards Izuku, trying to strike him or make him lose his balance. Izuku deftly avoids all the strikes while still landing smoothly on both feet every time.
“Geez you’re like a veteran at balancing acts with those moves,” Eijirou grumbles quietly. He catches a moment of prediction of where Izuku will land next and propels towards him. The red-haired beta tackles the surprised omega causing them to roll around a couple of times.
“Go Fumikage!” Eijirou shouts.
Izuku pries himself out of the cage of Eijirou’s arms. “I won’t let you!”
But Eijirou grabs his ankle before he could take another step, the beta is unceremoniously dragged two feet across the ground from the force of Izuku’s sprint and ultimately causes Izuku to lose his balance from the deadweight and fall down.
Fumikage is already bounding up the stairs with Dark Shadow materialised at his side.
They leap towards each other again and trade blows after blows, trying to find an opening to properly disable the other.
Izuku jumps away and both of them face each other again in defensive postures. Izuku makes the first move and aims a sweeping kick at Eijirou’s legs but the beta dodges it. Izuku breaks his momentum by twisting his body with hands firmly planted on the ground and redirects the kick into Eijirou’s left side. The red-haired beta puts his arms up as Izuku’s sole connects, he skids back several feet from the impact but still stays on his feet.
“You’re really strong Eiji-kun,” Izuku comments.
The redhead slams his hardened fist against his open palm. “Pot calling the kettle black.”
The omega giggles, “That idiom isn’t used to compliment someone!”
Eijirou brightens when he sees the omega is giggling to his humour despite the joke being unplanned. He feels his beta preening.
Izuku is still smiling when he gets into an attack-ready stance, the green lightning sparking off his body is getting more intense in colour. “One for All, Full Cowling 10%,” he whispers and suddenly dashes towards Eijirou at an even faster speed.
“Shoot Style!” His foot becomes a blur of crackling green, the feel of it promising terrifying power and utter defeat to its enemy. Eijirou powers up his hardening even more but he can tell, while a shiver of fear travels through him, that he would not be able to withstand this one. What they miss is darkness soaring down from above that gets in the way of Izuku’s swinging leg, absorbing the majority of impact from his kick before connecting to Eijirou.
Izuku yelps in surprise. He does not expect the black energy suddenly appearing practically acting as a sponge to his kick, making him lose airborne momentum. Before Izuku can put some distance between them, Eijirou catches Izuku’s leg and slams him down.
“Thanks Fumikage!”
“Take him out Eijirou! So we only have to deal with Hanta!” Fumikage’s voice echoes, volume decreasing as he gets farther away.
Izuku’s breath is knocked out of him as his back slams loudly on the ground. He is coughing when he peers above and sees the beta crouched over his form. Eijirou is staring quietly, hardened fist poised to land the finishing blow.
The omega gulps. There’s no way he can avoid this. This close, he can see clearly into Eijirou’s eyes. A small whimper involuntarily escapes his lips. The colour red of Eijirou’s eyes is very stark, but it is steadily getting consumed by the black of his dilating pupil. Izuku can’t do anything except gaze helplessly into those eyes, bracing for impact.
But it never comes.
Eijirou just stands up, quickly runs up the staircase before disappearing above.
Izuku is left blinking in incredulity.
9 minutes left.
9 minutes left. That fruitless search in the fourth and then third floor has wasted them precious time. The villains have actually hid the hostage on the second floor to Fumikage’s belated realisation.
Thankfully, the delay allows him to help Eijirou when Fumikage is running back to the second floor and sees their fight.
Now they can deal with Hanta with the two of them.
Eijirou huffs as he gets closer to where Fumikage says the hostage is at through his earpiece.
The fight between hero and villain is already on by the time he arrives, whirls of tape and Dark Shadow are shooting feverishly to all directions like a haphazard display of black and white confetti. He spots the squirming hostage at the corner of the room. Its mouth is gagged with tape, body bound tightly with tape and also plastered to the wall with numerous sticky tapes. Eijirou quickly deduces that the hostage cannot be forcefully removed as with one of their initial plans using Dark Shadow. Knowing first hand the adhesive strength of those tapes, doing so will definitely harm the hostage.
So their options are to gang up on Hanta or to stall him as one of them makes his way to the hostage, carefully rips up the tapes and frees the hostage from the wall.
Fumikage sees Eijirou. “Get the hostage! I’ll stall Hanta.”
Hanta looks towards the door, noticing the newcomer, as he avoids Dark Shadow’s attack by pulling himself towards a pillar with his tape. “Crap, Izuku lost?”
“Okay!” Eijirou says, preparing to find an opportunity to get past the showers of tape.
“Not happening!” Izuku suddenly appears into view and promptly kicks Eijirou away from the door.
“You’re awesome Izuku!” Sero cries out.
Fumikage curses, “Dammit.” He directs Dark Shadow towards Izuku.
“Also not happening!” The tape tape user swirls out tape that snags Fumikage’s leg and causes him to fall down, his control on Dark Shadow’s trajectory is swiftly lost. The dark energy bird squawks as it crashes into the wall beside Izuku.
A couple of seconds later, the four of them are all situated in the room, forming a crude square facing and sizing each other up.
They trade blows for a while and try to find weaknesses in their enemies’ movement while also supporting their teammate.
At one point Eijirou’s arms are encased in tape and Dark Shadow lurches to free him from it. It gives opportunity to Izuku to strike Fumikage with a powered kick. Even when another Dark Shadow gets there in time to dampen the force of the kick, he is still left crashing into the wall from the sheer power packed into it. Eijirou moves in and decks Hanta with a powerful bodyslam before he can pull himself away with his tape, mindful of the hostage’s position as to not accidentally send tapeboy soaring towards it.
Fumikage recovers, still a bit lightheaded and sees the omega crouched several feet in front of him.
Dark Shadow strikes the ground with no purchase. Izuku has jumped up and shouts out in the air.
“Now!”
“Thousand-tape Storm!”
Hanta shoots off numerous tapes while swinging his elbows in a certain way. The result is a rain of numerous tapes all moving in a swirling high-speed trajectory like a tornado heading towards Fumikage. The alpha’s eyes widen before he is engulfed in sticky tapes and crashes down in an immobilised heap.
“Fumikage!” Eijirou cries out. The skin all over his body makes an audible crack as he rehardens the entirety of it and breathes in. He can only keep this extra hardened form for a few minutes so gotta make every second count.
“Red Bulldozer!” he screams while dashing towards Izuku with his arms formed into an X as the omega is landing on the ground.
Izuku can only defend, his feet are just barely alighting on the ground when such a heavy strike pummels into him, it feels like he just got run over with a semi truck.
He lands harshly on the ground, skidding off some distance away into a gasping heap.
“Dark Shadow, Black Abyss.”
Suddenly, the prone form of bound Fumikage begins growing out, more precisely dark shadows are violently pushing out of his body and stretching the tape before they eventually snap off. Some tape pieces are still clinging into it, that is the form of Fumikage with Dark Shadow wrapped around his hawk head and arms. The overall display is just plain terrifying. It’s like the rising of a dark lord from the grave with remnants of his corpse shroud fabric still flapping around him.
“Damn they aren’t strong enough,” Sero curses as he stares at Fumikage in apprehension.
“Covert Black-Ops Arms!”
Two giant arms of darkness materialise and launch towards Izuku.
Izuku’s muscles are still throbbing from Eijirou’s Red Bulldozer but he forces his legs to prepare dodging. Not good. The attack area of the shadows are too large, even as he is already propelling himself away, a part of his right side will still get caught in the destructive shadow way. No way to completely dodge it. He just braces for it.
His brain is in hyper focus that his eyes are tracking the progression of the shadow with millisecond precision. It will hit and it will be painful. However, a couple of feet away before the inevitable impact, the shadow’s trajectory inexplicably strays a little bit to the right, away from his escaping direction.
'Eh?'
Right at this moment Hanta’s tape darts in and wraps around Izuku’s waist and pulls him away.
The Black-Ops Arms blast into the ground in a loud boom and even the building structure shudders violently with it.
Izuku stares with wide eyes at where the arms are embedded into the flooring. His throat is dry when he shouts out, “Hanta, get Tokoyami!”
The alpha reacts by pulling out his shadow arms and flinging them to the left towards the tape user. The beta easily avoids the attack as it lacks speed, what with Fumikage basically just displacing them a bit to the left from his far away position.
Hanta jumps up, his elbows directed towards Fumikage. In response, Fumikage retracts his shadow arms towards him in preparation of defence.
But instead of firing them off, he suddenly changes the direction of his elbows.
Preoccupied with coming into the defence of his alpha, Eijirou is completely caught off guard with the barrage of tape propelling towards him instead. The tapes wrap around his body tightly and he tumbles down to the ground with an oomph.
Izuku charges in and strikes the bewildered Fumikage with Shoot Style, sending him crashing again into the wall the third time that day.
The slight dust hovering in the air from the impact is clearing out, both Izuku and Sero are panting as they inspect the situation. Fumikage lays prone on the ground next to a semi-sized crater on the wall, unmoving. Dark Shadow is nowhere to be seen.
Eijirou is also essentially out of commission on the ground.
“Shit!” he curses in frustration, his form barely moving despite the amount of struggle exerted. There’s absolutely no give against the rigidity of the tapes constricting snugly around him. Hanta has definitely trained hard to be able to produce this level of tape strength.
Hanta grins widely, a finger pointing at the pissed-off red-haired beta. “Ha! How does my strongest tape feel?”
“That’s awesome Hanta!” Izuku exclaims, a smile breaking out his face and still panting lightly, “Now we just have to keep an eye on them until the time runs out”
Just a few seconds after he says that, a beep goes off before Present Mic’s voice screeches loudly, “Time’s up! Winneeeer... team Villain!”
Hanta and Izuku look at each other and they cheer, “We won!”
The four of them head towards the front exit of the bank. Hanta has one of Fumikage’s arms slung over his shoulders and they are walking together in front. Izuku and Eijirou are following a few steps behind them, to his insistence the beta is the one carrying the robot hostage with him.
“Damn that was an intense match, huh? You and Hanta have such amazing team cooperation that we got done in before we knew what was going on basically the whole time!” Eijirou says, looking at Izuku beside him with sparkling eyes full of admiration.
Izuku laughs sheepishly, feeling himself blushing almost immediately, “You’re too kind Eijirou-kun. Fumikage-kun’s and your techniques are so strong it’s extremely hard to defend against them! Plus, both of you also support each other so well in unexpected ways…” he trails off. A particular snippet of his memory of the fight plays like a rewind in his mind. It’s still bothering him after all… should he ask about that?
“Izuku?”
“Um!” The omega licks his dry lips. “I was wondering… that time when we were fighting each other. My full-powered kick was intervened by Fumikage-kun and you slammed me down to the floor. Your fist…”
“Why did you just leave?”
The omega is looking expectantly at the redhead. Knocking a villain out at the start would undeniably buy the heroes team precious minutes, he just can’t work out why Eijirou would dip out of that golden opportunity.
Eijirou is quiet for a while before shrugging, his expression nonchalant. “Ah that. I was rushing to help Fumikage so that we could defeat Hanta together. I think we only got around 10 minutes left at that time, just trying to speed-run through it so we can quickly rescue the hostage, you know.”
“…oh”
“Well let’s hurry up so we can see the next match!” Eijirou whoops a fist up in thr air and increases his pace.
Izuku stares at his retreating back and frowns.
Team by team takes turns to go to their assigned battleground, the rest discuss quietly with each other in the monitor room as they observe the myriad of strategies utilised by their classmates through the multiple monitor screens.
Aizawa is sitting in a chair, his eyes lazily flicking from one screen to another looking bored out of his mind but they all know that truthfully nothing misses the alpha teacher’s notice.
“Izuku, Hanta good job on winning!” Momo congratulates while she approaches the four of them. Sero deposits Fumikage on a nearby chair and grins at her. “Easy peasy!”
Izuku scratches the back of his head, still as awkward as ever with compliments. “Thank you Momo-chan, both Fumikage and Eijirou are really strong I kept doubting whether me and Hanta could pull off a win or not.”
“And that last move,” Mezou pipes in, “when you called out Fumikage but attacked Eijirou instead, was that planned?” the alpha questions, his tentacle mouth leaning in front of him for the group to hear him clearly.
“It’s Izuku’s plan! My tape attacks are quite straightforward and somewhat easy to predict where I’m aiming it at,” the beta explains, “So we need a diversion tactic to catch the enemy off guard. When Izuku shouts out someone’s last name it means to attack the other person instead.”
Mashirao nods in understanding. “Ah that’s why you said Tokoyami instead of Fumikage. In the heat of battle, the enemy would subconsciously react to his name and anticipate an attack accordingly. Very clever Izuku,” the alpha praises, his tail descends and rubs the top of Izuku’s green fluffy hair.
Izuku smiles, a blush forming on his cheeks as he enjoys the affection of his alpha.
“Ah so that’s what happened,” Fumikage says from his sitting position, “I didn’t even realise Izuku is calling out my last name. Both Eijirou and I just automatically assumed Hanta’s next attack would be aimed towards me.”
“So smart!” Mina exclaims, hugging the omega from the back.
Izuku laughs quietly, his blush deepening. “This is so embarrassing…”
“Silence you brats,” a monotonous sleepy voice drawls out.
Their gaze all whip to the front to a lump of yellow on the wheeled chair facing the monitors. It twitches in time with the voice. “Pay attention quietly and don’t bother me with your annoying noise.”
‘Since when did he slip back into his sleeping bag!’
It’s truly a feat of unexplained physics as to how the massive yellow mass can fit and balance on the tiny wheeled chair without toppling over. Pro heroes are really on another level.
They go back to silently discussing, not wanting to tempt the yellow caterpillar into arising and disciplining them to submission. The flying robo-cams are doing a good job in providing them live HD feed of the team back in Ground Beta battlefields at various angles. Right now it’s showing Group 3, Ochako and Kouji as heroes and Rikidou and Mina as villains.
The hero team doesn’t enter straight away when the match starts. Firstly, Kouji dispatches different coloured bugs to inspect different floors. A red bug comes back. It dances in a manner that Kouji seems to understand and then they sneak in.
The villain team is standing guard near the entrance of their hiding place, they don’t set up an ambush or anything since both Mina and Rikidou are confident in their brute strength and their strategy is to simply fight and stall the hero team from getting to the hostage.
“Ah!” Ochako’s voice sounds through the speaker accompanied by a sound of something breaking. It seems that it’s loud enough that both villains perk up and listen in. “Oh no I broke it, it looks expensive too!”
“Ssh Ochako-chan!” Kouji reprimands her in a panicky tone.
“Well, well, Ochako-chan must have broken that vase, remember the one near the stairs on the second floor?” Mina stands up and stretches.
Rikidou smiles and cracks his neck left and right. “Shall we greet them?”
Alas when the villain team gets there, there’s no sign of the hero team anywhere. Two parrots are flapping their wings in agitation when both of them get into view, shattered vase pieces on the floor near them. One bird screeches in Ochako’s voice, “You’ve been had, you’ve been had!”
“Shit we’ve been had!” Mina quickly dashes back towards their hostage room.
At the same time, another monitor shows Ochako carrying the hostage bridal-style in her arms while she carefully climbs out an opened window, Kouji standing vigilant at the door. She promptly jumps down, her quirk activated as they safely land on the ground unscathed from jumping off the third floor. She gives a thumbs up to the camera and grins.
A hand creeps out of the yellow bag and a finger presses a button. “Winneeeer… team Heroes!”
It’s the fastest fight so far that concludes in just under ten minutes.
“I see,” Tsuyu says, finger on chin in her thinking pose, “That’s a genius strategy. It’s true that Aizawa-sensei never said that the hero team has to escape out the front door.”
“Whoop that’s a job well done!” Denki exclaims loudly.
“Silence!”
At last it has come to the last team. Group 5: Kyouka & Tenya (Hero), Katsuki (Villain).
Due to their odd number courtesy of a certain grape being expelled just a few weeks ago from public indecency, one person has to end up being alone in this team training. Until they can find a suitable replacement student, class 1A will have some unfair arrangement in trainings, especially team ones. But Katsuki is the last person who will ever complain about unfair team arrangement.
“Ready to meet your unheroic deaths, heroes?” he growls out in such an evil tone that will make any villain proud. His palms are smoking from his latest barrage of explosions.
It’s fairly easy to lure out Katsuki with a taunting yell from Tenya about idiotic nytroglycerine-drenched-brain villain, even though he has to be coaxed into it by Kyouka, the straight-laced alpha exclaiming it’s unbefitting of heroes to resolve to childish taunting. They engage in a fight while Kyouka uses her earphone jack to locate the hostage’s position.
She manages to carry the hostage down to the lobby of the hotel before both alphas blast into view and a fierce fight breaks out with the three of them.
Katsuki is laughing, his red eyes glowing maniacally. “That barely tickles four-eyes, if you fucktards are the best heroes society could offer, the world will surely fucking burn down under my palms!”
“Wow he really does sound like an authentic villain.” Denki winces at the display, feeling the hair on the back of his neck bristling involuntarily.
While Katsuki is narrating his plans on the destruction of society loudly and threateningly, he misses a tinny voice wailing out, “Help! I don’t want to die! I have my wife and kids!”
To everyone’s bewilderment, the hostage gets up, runs away towards the entrance and pushes itself out of the glass door.
“Winneeeer… team Heroes!”
A loud boom goes off followed by a howl of rage, “What the fuck!”
“It can run???” Eijirou exclaims in surprise, echoing out the sentiment of the whole class.
“Of course it can run,” their teacher says lazily, “It's true that a hostage will be mostly cowering in fear, but when they see an opportunity to escape, they will take it. It’s short-sighted to assume that just because the hostage is a robot, it won’t take rational actions like a normal human in that life-threatening situation. Well, Bakugou still got handicapped points anyway for being by himself.”
The video stream concludes with Katsuki twitching in absolute fury and smoke fizzing out of his hands.
Once everyone has congregated back in the monitor room, the yellow lump slowly swivels in the chair to face the students, currently they are all busy trading opinions excitedly about the fight. Aizawa’s sleepy face visible from the sea of yellow is regarding them all dispassionately before his red eyes flash piercingly.
It doesn’t take long for the noise to subside down.
“Now that that’s done, normally what we’ll do next is to review all the fights here but I changed my mind.” Aizawa yawns and pulls down the zipper of his sleeping bag and steps out. “Follow me.” The alpha gestures his hand towards the door as he walks out of the monitor room. The students exchange questioning glances at each other, wondering what their teacher is planning.
Aizawa leads them into what appears to be an empty field for an unspecified sport complete with spectator seats and screen.
“Okay points are taken out if you damage any of the property, like the seats or screen.”
Iida raises his hand and asks, “Aizawa-sensei! What do you mean by that?”
“I’m not finished class rep. So basically four of the names I call stay here and the rest sit down over there,” the teacher says in his normal disinterested tone, “Todoroki, Bakugou, Iida and Midoriya.” He pulls out four red circles that look like stickers. “Each of you stick this to your cheek.”
Izuku receives the sticker while glancing at the other three alphas, still not understanding what’s going on. Are they going to fight again right after the previous matches? Especially Kacchan, he is from Group 5 and just finished his match a couple minutes ago. Although he’s not giving anything off, he must be pretty winded out now judging from the amount of explosions he has utilised in the previous match. As all the rest of them, Izuku included. His body is quite heavy from exhaustion as well as the bruises he accumulated from his intense match.
The others have taken their seats leaving only Aizawa and the four chosen students on the field. “Each sticker is worth one point. The goal is to steal others’ red stickers. When you steal one, you must stick it on your other cheek, it’s sweat resistant so it won’t fall off. The match ends when one of you secures three points,” Aizawa smirks, a sadistic glint in his eyes, “Basically it’s a free-for-all.”
Izuku stifles a shudder, that sounds like the last thing he wants to do right now.
“Stick your sticker on and go to your starting positions. I’ll countdown to signal the start,” Aizawa says as he’s walking towards the seats.
Katsuki grins, fangs bared with a dark promise. “After that fucking dumb hostage training, I’ll be washing off the bad taste by crushing all of you bastards!” the alpha growls. His bloodthirsty eyes are raking over the three of them.
Tenya fixes his glasses, quipping smartly, “Is the reason why you had a bad taste in your mouth because you lost that aforementioned dumb hostage training?"
“Shut your cakehole shitty four-eyes!”
Izuku sticks the sticker on his cheek and silently prays for good luck and strength of mind. Tiredness feels like a visceral weight on his battered body.
A familiar body warms at his back and Shouto’s cool voice greets him, “Are you alright?”
The omega leans back against his chest and sighs happily at the whiff of comforting scent of his packmate. “Just a bit tired, thanks for asking. Let’s do our best in this match Shou-chan!”
The alpha chuckles and leans down to nuzzle the back of his right ear. “Yeah”
The four of them walk to their positions away from each other.
“Ready…3, 2, 1… GO!”
“Prepare yourself shitty Deku!” Katsuki yells menacingly and almost instantaneously after the mark shoots himself towards Izuku, his explosions blazing behind him.
Izuku activates his quirk and prepares to jump away at the last minute, waiting for him to get close enough so Katsuki can’t change direction.
A wall of ice barrages towards the blond to cut off his course. Katsuki directs his hands downwards to simply propel himself over it with his explosions.
“Recipro Burst!” Tenya slams into the alpha, quickly gripping his wrists to stop his advance and prevent him from blasting him off.
“Fuck off!” Katsuki elbows Tenya hard, and taking advantage of the momentary lapse of strength, rips his right wrist out. In an instant, his right palm is pressed on Tenya’s chest as he fires at point blank.
The alpha is blown away and left colliding harshly to the ground.
From over the wall of ice, Izuku leaps in and aims a kick at Katsuki. The blonde uses his gauntlets to tank the force. They engage in a one vs one fight for a while, trying to land a meaningful blow in.
They have to jump off each other when another wall of ice speeds towards them.
Katsuki darts in, a maniacal grin stretching his face as he brings his sparking palms in to blow a powerful explosion at Shouto.
“Eat that Half-Half bastard!”
The alpha defends by erecting a thick wall of ice with his foot, barely managing it before the explosion could land on his body. He leaps away to give himself some distance away from the volatile blond, the ice blowing off with a boom at his wake.
He looks up to see Katsuki and Tenya dashing towards him. Shouto takes a deep breath, a lick of fire forming on his left shoulder. His left arm swings out in a wide arc with hellfire bursting out of the appendage. The result, fire blazing in a wide fan shape engulfing the air of the area around him with oppressive heat.
Two shouts of surprise can be heard from beyond the reddish flames.
The fire on his right side dissipates suddenly accompanied by a gush of air. Crackling green swoops into view. Before Shouto could react, a hand claws at his cheek as he feels the sensation of ripping. Izuku shoots past him and skids to a stop. In his hand, a red sticker.
He sticks it to his other cheek and reflexively dodges Katsuki’s barrage of AP Shots.
“Izuku got one!”
“Sweet!”
Kyouka, like all the others, have their full attention glued to the fight, observing and analysing each movement. There’s just something about the fight and setup that is tickling the back of her mind.
“Sensei I have a question. This composition… is there any special intention to it?”
It might be a coincidence, but to put the lead alpha, their two prime alphas and their single omega in a free-for-all ring together? Seems too weirdly coincidental to her.
In this world, a traditional family pack usually consists of two primes, of alpha beta or omega. A prime alpha, a prime omega and their children being the most conventional ideal pack dynamic depicted in modern media, appearing the most in commercials and movies despite the low number of omegas meaning there are less number of alpha/omega couples compared to alpha/beta or beta/beta. A large pack comprised of a number of non-blood related individuals such as the case with them is also not that unusual, although 19 is quite uncommonly a huge number.
If there are a lot of alphas in a single pack, aggression and clashes of opinions tend to be more rife, so usually a lead alpha is appointed. A lead alpha is the mediator and leader to all pack members, his presence crucial to maintain harmony within a large pack. Tenya is the unanimous choice what with his penchant to order, strong protective instincts and excellent leadership skills.
In primitive setting, prime alphas essentially were the fiercest warriors and protectors of the pack. Although in modern times, alphas don't necessarily need to defend their pack from harm like in the wild, you have the society with powerful authority figures like the police to do that for example. But for jobs packed with life-threatening danger, such as the military and pro heroes, the concept of prime alphas is still widely used. In their pack, the roles fall to Katsuki and Shouto being two of the strongest fighters in their class.
The prime omega is the glue to all pack members, arguably the crux of the pack as his presence induces calm and unity within all packmates. In olden times, alphas had been known to fight to the death to defend their prime omega from enemy packs. Izuku is their pack’s sole and prime omega.
Aizawa sideyes her before his gaze returns back to the fight. “Is there? Who knows…”
The beta frowns but doesn’t say anything else.
The battle continues on accompanied by constant loud booms and cracks, alternating heat and cold. For about two minutes there’s no other sticker being stolen.
Shouto sends spikes of ice protruding out of the ground travelling at high speed towards Tenya. The alpha dodges what he could and breaks the others he can’t while speeding towards the fire-ice user.
In his concentration, he is caught off guard when Katsuki suddenly fires his AP Shot at the icicles and sends spiky thin ice exploding towards him. The tiny ice barely feels like anything, it’s just the ones prattling off his face forces him to close his eyes and lose a few seconds of vision.
A powerful force slams at the back of his head suddenly. The alpha is hurtled down and bodily slams down to the ground from the dropkick. The force of it rattles his entire bones, jarring pain shooting off the back of his skull down to the tips of his toes. Sparks of green lightning flare up through his squeezed-closed eyelids.
A hand is pushing down his head with a crushing force to keep it still, his cheek with the sticker is strategically facing upwards. Legs digging at his lower back and the back of his knees respectively, rendering him immobile. And also his quirk as the engines are facing upwards, any force exerted will just thrust him downwards.
The alpha squints up to see Izuku’s steely gaze fixed on his, in all his crackling green glory shrouding his body, his other hand reaching down and ripping the sticker off his face.
The winner has been decided.
The crowd cheers and then promptly rampages down to the field like a pack of bull.
“Izuku won!”
“You’re awesome Izu-chan!”
“As expected of Izu!”
Aizawa surveys the scene impassively. This is worse than he thought.
The omega just barely steps away from the prone form of his lead alpha before he is glomped unforgivingly by ecstatic packmates, being passed around in an excessive round of bear hugs as they continue cooing at him with praises.
“Well that was pathetic,” Aizawa says in a loud volume to cut through all the cacophony of voices. The cheers gradually die down. “Losers what do you have to say for yourselves?”
There are so many tick marks appearing on Katsuki’s forehead that it’s a wonder it hasn’t blown off already from his explosive fury.
“I don’t have any defence to my defeat,” Shouto says, still looking calm and collected as his usual self while admitting his loss, “I didn’t expect Izuku’s kick to be able to displace air and disperse my fire that easily. It caught me completely off guard. After that, I failed to recover back any stickers and was left with zero.”
Tenya pipes in, his costume still has some soot clinging on it, “I also lost fair and square to Izuku. He took advantage of when I couldn’t see clearly from the rain of ice and took me down.”
Aizawa crosses his arms waiting for another response but it seems like they’ve all finished putting their coins in. And there’s no sense in forcing Bakugou to speak his turn when he is growling like a barely controlled rabid dog like that.
“What that’s it? Those of you who were not in the fight, anything to add?”
Murmurs and a few opinions pipe up but none of them is anywhere within touching distance to the heart of what’s important. If the whole class truly doesn’t realise that something was seriously amiss in that fight, then this is a problem that has to be nipped in the bud.
Aizawa takes a deep breath. “How about you, Midoriya?”
The omega looks startled to be suddenly put in the spotlight. He’s been deep in his own thoughts that he almost can’t recall what the question is.
“Ah! The match is like that cavalry battle during the Sports Competition!” he yips out and his hands start gesticulating as if swatting a swarm of flies. “The goal is to defend your sticker while stealing two others, it’s fairly difficult because you only have three enemies to get them from unlike the multiple teams available in the cavalry battle, when it started I sort of predicted that Kaachan will come for me first and-”
“Geez kid, I didn’t ask for a whole commentary. My question is what do you find particularly noteworthy about the fight?”
“Sorry! Um that is…” He seems to calm down, thinking, and finally says, “It’s a free-for-all but… I mean I find it weird that except for Kacchan, none of the other two really attacked me…”
Realisation washes through the whole group, with the beginning of a hazy incomplete understanding of something that feels major dawning quietly in their minds. Momo murmurs, “That’s true… now that you mention it Shouto and Tenya never once tried to attack Izu directly.”
It looks like they’re beginning to catch on but it’s better to list things in order.
Aizawa continues, “Let me start by saying that I have no objection whatsoever about you all forming a pack. But some things need to be straightened out so they won’t be a problem in the future, okay? Let’s move back to the very first team fight.” He pulls out what looks like a remote out of his pocket and points it towards the large spectator screen. It lights up instantaneously to a video showing Izuku and Sero entering the bank. Fast forward and then plays normally back at the part where Izuku and Eijirou were fighting one-to-one. Fumikage’s timely intervention, Eijirou slamming Izuku to the ground, Aizawa then freezes the screen at Eijirou running up the stairs. “Kirishima, why didn’t you take out Midoriya when you had the chance?”
The redhead gulps but is quick to answer, “It’s to save time! Because our goal is to rescue the hostage as soon as possible.”
“Bullshit. If you had punched him hard enough so that he passed out, you would have basically incapacitated one villain out of two. At the very least, it would buy your team a few minutes before Midoriya managed to get up. Meaning it would considerably raise the odds of the heroes team succeeding. Are you underestimating him? Is that it? Thinking he wouldn’t get up after a measly slamdown?”
“No no that’s not it!” Eijirou cries out, his expression scrunches up like he’s in pain and his voice shrill close to full-blown panic, “It’s not what you think… it’s just… he was laying there on the ground, defenseless—” An image flashes in his mind of Izuku staring up at him with helpless eyes, whimpering, like he’s waiting for the hurt that’s coming. Something fierce seizes his heart and his whole being rejects that image with utter revulsion. “—how could I strike him! How could I do that to my omega!”
Izuku is now looking at the flustered red-haired beta with an expression somewhat akin to disbelief, his face paling. Eijirou panics and tries to backtrack. “No no what I mean is-“
“So it’s because of his designation?” Aizawa scoffs and fast forwards the video again and plays at normal speed the part where Fumikage breaks free out of the tapes, launching the large shadow arms towards Izuku, to Izuku being pulled away by Sero’s tape and pauses. “What about you Tokoyami? Don’t think I didn’t notice that you purposefully misdirected your Black-ops Arms just before it hit Midoriya.”
Fumikage is quiet for a while. His bird head face is twisted into what looks like a frown. “…Sero’s tape is what saved him.”
Aizawa just raises a questioning brow at him, his countenance clearly telegraphing ‘do you think I’m that stupid?’
The alpha frowns harder and glares at the ground. “My control of Dark Shadow isn’t stable yet when I’m in my Dark Abyss form… I might have put too much power in it.”
“In other words, you’re scared that you’ll hurt Midoriya? When your goal is to disable him so that you will have the capacity to free the hostage and win?”
No answer. The whole pack is silent, you can practically cut the tension with a knife. No one dares to make any sound or movement, they just sneak uneasy glances at their pack omega.
Aizawa continues, “Just because Midoriya is your omega if you act like he’s a liability, someone fragile, it will show, and any pro heroes worth their dime will notice that. You think any agency will be willing to take in a pack with a weak omega in it?”
“Izuku is not weak! He’s one of the strongest people I know!” Eijirou yells, red eyes blazing with his ire.
“He is the farthest from fragile,” Tenya growls, barely stopping his lips from curling back in a snarl as his alpha registers Aizawa’s words as an attempted insult at his omega, “Our omega is strong and will surely be an outstanding hero in the future. Any agency will be lucky to have him.”
Aizawa stares at the aggravated alpha impassively, the near hostile demeanour of their lead alpha incites the rest of the pack into a similar state, resulting in the whole pack bristling quietly at him in aggression.
He sighs, has he mentioned that he’s not paid enough for this?
“You’re telling me that but your performance just now is telling me otherwise. As Midoriya has said, in the free-for-all, it’s clear that both Iida and Todoroki only focused on attacking the other two alphas. Why? After Midoriya stole Todoroki’s sticker, the obvious thing to do would be to of course gang up on him to prevent his win were he to successfully secure his third sticker. Why didn’t you do that?” Aizawa’s sharp gaze bore down on the two alphas. “It’s a free-for-all but it’s clear you both have an aversion to attacking Midoriya. Or is it because it is a free-for-all? Each of you had three enemy individuals, you had to steal two stickers, perhaps your instincts were telling you that you have two alphas to beat and thus no sense in targeting and potentially harming the delicate omega?”
The icy realisation of the whole thing crashes on the whole pack. The implication of his words are clear enough to brew a sense of regret deep in their guts.
Although in reflection of Bakugou seemingly hard-wired to pummel the omega to oblivion is the exact opposite of the attitude of the other two alphas, Aizawa doesn’t know to which degree that destructive desire is actually healthy competition, he quickly decides that that’s another can of worms for future Aizawa to deal with.
“Just remember, your instincts might dictate you to protect and coddle your precious omega. But out there, villains won’t share the same sentiment. They don’t care if Midoriya is an omega and will try to exploit the fact that he is one to their advantage instead. If you don’t take him seriously, it’ll rob him off the experience to be stronger and smarter gained through trainings and duels with the class and ultimately will negatively affect his growth as an aspiring hero.”
“This is the hero course. If you want to play packhouse, you might as well abandon all your hero aspirations right now and walk out of this institution ground”
Aizawa then points at the stiff-rod form of the omega. Izuku is gazing down at his feet mutely, his face covered by curly green hair.
“Midoriya is giving it his all throughout all today's fights. Are you going to disrespect your omega by not believing in his competence and not giving it your all when faced against him instead?”
No one says anything. The pack’s countenance speak enough themselves of shame and guilt. Doubly so for Tenya as lead alpha. Even Bakugou is silent, simply looking sideways with his face scrunched up in his usual rage scowl.
“I’ll let you troublesome kids reflect on today’s lessons on your own. We will discuss the other fights tomorrow. Class dismissed.”
The rest of the class periods are stilted in uneasy silence. After the team training, the rest of their lessons take place in their class. The tense atmosphere is stifling, like proverbial smoke choking the entirety of the class. Even Izuku’s closest friends don’t dare to approach him, Ochako is giving him concerned looks almost constantly the rest of the periods, Tenya has his head down like a puppet cut off its strings.
The teachers obviously notice something is amiss what with the normally rambunctious class mellowed down inexplicably, but don’t press for an explanation as they know this is a private matter.
It’s obvious what they have to do and there’s so much they want to say to correct the situation, but they’ve silently agreed that any discussion should be done in private, in the safety of their dorm building. Their instincts are screaming to comfort their disconsolate omega but they reign themselves in.
The bell signaling the end of class that day can’t seem to ring fast enough.
They’ve just finished dinner in the common room. After washing his dishes, Izuku can’t bring himself to stick around like usual interacting with his packmates and trudge silently back to his room.
On the safety of his bed, he just lays motionlessly. Aside from the muscle aches post-training, he just feels mostly numb. The event of today’s training plays back in his mind in near perfect clarity. Aizawa-sensei’s words clench like a vice in his chest when he recalls back word per word, he doesn’t know what to think, what to feel, his heart kind of feels blank and hurt at the same time.
He thought he’s gotten over all his insecurities of being an omega, being in a loving pack that is welcoming of his designation really helps him to slowly divest all his past heartaches about being one. Omega being the bottom of designation hierarchy is considered deviant thinking, but with their reputation as beloved nurturers, it isn’t commonplace to see them in risky and physically demanding jobs, like pro heroes for instance. His classmates back in primary school sure loved to rub it on his face the fact that he is an omega and constantly tormented him about the impossibility of his dream becoming a pro hero.
He buries his face deeper into his pillow and lets his mind wander.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been in that half-awake state when a knock sounds at his door.
Tenya’s soft voice sounds through the wooden door, “Izuku? Are you awake?”
The omega doesn’t know whether to respond or not, his mind too mushy.
There is silence for a few seconds before Tenya speaks again, “If you want to, come down to the common room, please. We’ll be waiting for you.”
Izuku waits for a few moments, listening to what the alpha wants to say next but there is only silence. He takes a deep breath and rises up.
When he steps out of the elevator, all heads swivel towards him. All his packmates are there sitting or standing around but they abandon whatever conversation they’re having to stare at the omega.
Tenya stands up, his eyes somber ocean-blue beneath his glasses as he walks towards Izuku, stopping a respectable distance away. His fists are clenched at his sides and his face seems deep in turmoil.
“I don’t know how to begin… how to even begin apologising. After listening to Aizawa-sensei today, I felt like the worst alpha. I understand that it was unfair of me to hold back on you in the fight as if you’re a frail omega,” Tenya begins, his voice cracking like the smallest barest touch will crumble him to dust.
Izuku is staring silently back at him. His omega is whining at the sight of his alpha looking so dejected and pushing him to go comfort him. However, if they want to patch up whatever that happened today, he needs to be open and in turn accepts their openness.
He breathes in, “I was used to people belittling me. My quirk developed really late so all throughout my childhood, people around me constantly bullied me for being an omega and on top of it, essentially quirkless. They mocked me when I told them that I wanted to be a hero. They said an omega like me can’t ever be a hero.”
Memories of his gloomy childhood come unbidden to his mind. The faces of his tormentors are still fresh like they just happened yesterday.
“They were wrong, are wrong,” Fumikage says, his firm tone snapping the omega out of his reverie, “You’re leaps and bounds better than those people, Izuku. You are strong and your spirit is steel. I know first-hand that your will to become a hero will not be bent by anything.”
A warm smile blooms on Izuku’s face. “Thank you, Fumikage-kun.”
Shouto is the one to speak up next, “Today, in that match I didn’t attack you. I know that it implies that I didn’t see you as a worthy opponent, worthy of standing in the same stage as me. But please believe me when I say I haven’t met a worthier opponent. You gave me strength to embrace my power during the darkest time of my life, that my power is my own. You saved me by making me realise that I have to give it my best to be able to stand on top. I am ashamed of myself today, of not being your worthy opponent.” He bows down deeply. “Please forgive me.”
Izuku is staring at the alpha with misty eyes.
“It was wrong of me to pull back my punches on you like in today's match.” Eijirou’s voice quivers but he carries on. “I meant what I said, you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. You’re the manliest!”
Izuku has one of the strongest quirks in the entire hero department, being the most versatile. At 10% of his power, he already proves to be a fearsome opponent. In the future when he can fully utilise his potential, he’ll be an unstoppable beast and undoubtedly an exceptional hero. Add to his extraordinary strategic mind, he’ll be a brand of hero no one has ever witnessed before, possibly surpassing even All Might himself in terms of might.
“I’d also like to ask for forgiveness Izu-chan,” Tsuyu says, her black beady eyes heartfelt, “The fact that none of us realised that Shouto and Tenya were holding back on you means we were all in the wrong.”
“Me too,” Momo says.
“Me too,” Shouji says.
The rest vocalise similar sentiment. They promise that there will not be a repetition of this kind of error in the future.
Izuku looks at his entire packmates, touched to the point of tears spilling down his eyes. “Everyone…”
“Our omega isn’t weak, we shouldn’t have ever treated you like delicate glass. I will strive to be a better alpha to you and a better lead alpha to our pack,” Tenya says, his grim eyes firmly fixed on Izuku. The weight of his gaze lays bare to the world the amount of love and respect he bears for the omega.
“On behalf of the pack, will you forgive us?” He proceeds to then sit down on the floor on his folded legs, palms open facing upwards, baring his neck to the omega.
The rest of the pack wait in bated breath, looking at Izuku apprehensively.
The omega clenches his eyes shut, wipes away his tears and kneels down in front of his lead alpha. He leans in to his bared neck and nuzzles it softly. The omega then bites down lightly on his alpha’s scent gland, careful of his prickly fangs to not break skin. His hands grip Tenya’s offered hands warmly.
“Yes I forgive you. You’re the best lead alpha anyone can ask for, Tenya,” he says earnestly.
The whole pack cheers, happy smiles appearing on everyone’s faces as they giddily gesture with opened arms, looking hungry. The instinct to comfort the omega that they've been suppressing the whole day brims to the surface uncontrollably like wild forest fire.
Izuku allows Tenya to pick him up and bring him into the center of the piles of pillows and blankets the pack is sitting on gathered in front of the sofa in the common room.
“How about a movie night everyone?” Momo is gazing warmly at the omega. “Izuku should pick.”
They yip out in agreement before snatching Izuku out of the arms of Tenya and then swarm him into the center of a dog pile.
After Izuku finally manages to pop his head out of the entanglement of limbs and bodies and picks out a movie, the heady frenzy gradually dies down and they all docilely are watching the movie as a pack, settling with sharing the omega among them. The lights are turned off and the room is bathed in soft light emanating from the screen.
The omega is passed around into the embrace of his many packmates. Ochako and Tenya give him a relaxing massage to soothe the aches from today’s fights, with Izuku laying his head on Ochako’s lap and the both of them teaming up to attentively massage his entire body. Next, he is sandwiched in between Yuuga and Hanta’s bodies, both betas busy burying their noses into his neck scent glands, movie forgotten. Mina, Tsuyu, and Momo are continuously stroking him, his hair, arms, and belly as the sleepy omega lays sprawled over their laps. Shouji is holding him in his multiple-tentacle arms in a sort of all-encompassing cradle, it reminds him of the comfort of his heat nest. Shouto is hugging him back-to-chest as they’re watching the movie, every once in a while nuzzling and scenting the omega.
All along, Izuku is purring the deep pleased omegan purr, loving the tactile attention of all his packmates.
At one point, Izuku finds himself on Katsuki’s lap leaning back on him with the alpha’s strong arms wrapped around his waist. They are both sitting on a bean bag at the edge of the pack pile, just watching the movie quietly together.
“Kacchan, thanks for giving it your all against me today,” Izuku whispers quietly, only for Katsuki’s ears as he doesn’t want to agitate his other packmates.
He can’t believe that there will come a point of time in his life when he’s thanking someone for trying to beat him down seriously. Life is weird like that.
The alpha is silent. Izuku is content in just enjoying the warmth and scent of alpha surrounding his senses, not really expecting a response.
The omega feels Katsuki leaning down and he instinctively tilts his neck. The alpha presses a small kiss on his neck before licking over his scent gland, marking him. The scent of alpha instantly intensifies around him making the omega purrs louder in delight.
“I’ve always given it my all to you.” Comes the nearly inaudible whisper.
Izuku opens his eyes. Katsuki is staring at him in uncharacteristic earnestness.
“Yeah you have, Kacchan…” he says back softly.
The soft moment doesn’t last long as the alpha’s countenance slips back into his usual confident smirk, red eyes glowing reflecting off the light of the screen. “I’ll make sure that I’ll always fucking win. Prepare to be beaten by me forever, shitty Deku.”
Izuku smiles like all is well in the world. The crass words are soothing his spirit deep in his core, like dipping into a hot spring in winter time.
“Bring it on, alpha.”