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It’s a normal Monday morning and the pack is having breakfast in the common room.
Izuku collects a plateful of omelets and bacons, a cup of steaming coffee and then walks to the dining table where a couple of his packmates are already chattering animatedly. He sits down next to Ochako.
“Good morning everyone!” He greets.
“Good morning!” Ochako cheerfully greets back before her eyes widen when they land on him, specifically on his neck.
“Izu-chan.. that on your neck..”
The omega is wearing what appears to be a thick wide collar that fits snugly around his thin neck. The colour is light green with a horizontal darker green stripe in the middle and a detachable buckle at the side. It looks to be made out of soft leather.
“Oh this?” Izuku touches it, “My heat collar.”
Ochako exclaims, “You’re in heat?? And you’re going to school??”, her hands gesture wildly to his school uniform like it’s a personal affront.
“Izuku’s in heat??”
The entire pack goes into an uproar once they hear her loud words. All running to their table to the omega. Before long, they are all talking over each other to him, multiple hands are touching him and a few noses lean in to scent him.
“Don’t crowd him!” Tenya yells, “Omegas don’t like to be smothered during their heats!”
“You’re the one smothering him!” Denki complains, pointing accusingly at Tenya that out of nowhere has jostled them all away, his arms wrapped around the omega possessively.
Izuku laughs and pats Tenya’s arm, “It’s okay Tenya-kun. And yeah I can still attend school for three to four days at least. It’s not that bad yet, and I’ve already taken my halfs.”
“You sure Izu?” Momo asks, her face worried.
Izuku smiles reassuringly, “Yes don’t worry”
Heat days are debilitating to most omegas. Omegas will succumb to their baser instincts during heat and will be mostly confined to bed from abdominal cramps and the feverish need to mate. They will be the most fertile during heat as well and also be completely vulnerable to the mercy of those around them. That’s why suppressants have long ago been invented.
There are generally two types of suppressants. Full suppressants will totally suppress heat symptoms, no heat scent, copious leaking of slick, stomach cramp or heady desire to mate at all. But it is highly not recommended for long-term usage.
Half suppressants, commonly known as halfs, will partially suppress heat symptoms. There’s been no known adverse side effects of halfs, like infertility, based on a population sample of monitored users that have been using them at least twice a year in the span of 40 something years. It’s the most advanced and widely consumed type in the market.
Heat collar is worn by omegas during heat when they have to go outside the safety of their territory. The lining inside the collar is made out of special plant fibers that is a great scent absorbent, but its degree of effectiveness largely depends on the stage of heat. This is mostly to minimise unwanted attention and prevent distracting others from the smell of omega in heat.
Both of these items allow omegas to function almost normally during heats.
Izuku used to take a leave of absence during his first two heats in U.A. Even if the heat collar and halfs means that technically he can go to class, the long subway ride standing like sardines among strangers and their unfamiliar scents is too much for his heat-sensitive nose and making his omega unbearably tense.
Now that he lives in a dorm close to school, he can go to class without any such discomfort.
Although the omega insists that he’s perfectly capable of attending class, his pack is still unconvinced and is very apprehensive. Maybe if a teacher sees him, they might ask him to take some time away from school or something.
First period is as always attended by their homeroom teacher, Aizawa-sensei.
He is writing on board and explaining something when his attention lands on Izuku. The pack can see that he notices the collar.
“Have you taken your suppressants, Midoriya?” Aizawa asks.
Izuku nods, “Yes I have.”
“Good.” Then carries on normally with his lesson. To the pack’s relief or disappointment, they can’t exactly tell.
It seems that their concerns are unfounded after all as the rest of the periods there is no sign of Izuku weakening, in pain, close to collapsing or anything of the sort. Students from other classes stare curiously at Izuku’s heat collar but basically leave them alone, there’s no detectable heat scent emanating off him after all.
Omegas typically nest during heats. It’s common knowledge, nesting is an age-old instinct rooted in the omega’s need to feel sane and safe during their most vulnerable time.
After dinner time, Momo approaches Izuku and asks, “Izu, do you need some materials for your nest?”
Izuku is washing some dinner plates and cutlery and looks up at the alpha. He gives her the brightest smile in response, “Yes please, that would be great!”
One by one they all come in through Izuku’s wide-open door bearing offerings for the nest. The omega is patiently waiting for his packmates on his bed.
“Here is mine! I knitted it myself,” Hanta says proudly while handing him a blue-black scarf along with a couple of T-shirts.
Izuku accepts them and instantly buries his nose in sniffing deeply, smiling at the rich beta scent wafting into his nose, “Thank you Hanta! It’s so soft~”
“What you can knit Hanta?? Don’t lie, bro!” Eijirou points an accusing finger at him.
“Who’s lying I really did knit it myself!” Hanta shouts back.
While they are scuffling in the background, Tsuyu steps forward. In her hands a light green blanket and a pajama top.
“Please accept these, Izu-chan.”
“Thank you Tsuyu-chan!” He says gratefully.
One by one, the pack all present their gifts to Izuku. Eijirou’s a couple of Crimson Riot merchandise clothings. Rikidou’s a few of his massive hoodies. Mina’s her collection of pink-purple blankets. Tenya’s a pair of dark-blue sweatpants and white T-shirts.
Katsuki shoves two dark-grey pillow cases and a limited-edition All Might hoodie at him.
“I’ll kill you if you damage them.” The red-eyed alpha warns with a scowl.
Izuku takes them with a grin, “Thanks Kaachan!”
They have all handed their nest offerings to the omega. All the pack is there standing around in a circle a respectable distance away from Izuku’s bed.
Now Izuku has a huge pile of a myriad of clothing, blanket, pillow case, and other soft garments at the edge of his bed, all the appropriate materials for his nest.
He sticks his hands into the soft pile giddily, “They’re all so good! Thank you!”
He starts arranging the articles of clothing on his bed with single-minded dedication, building a nest requires art and precision and every piece has its own place in the nest. The omega is determined to achieve perfection, his tongue lols out the edge of his lips in concentration. His omega is trilling happily at the back of his mind, spurring him on in this instinctive quest to nest.
His packmates are cooing at their adorable omega and cheering him up in his efforts in this crucial part of a heat. After all, this is where their precious omega will spend all his heat nights at, they want him to be perfectly satisfied with his nest.
At last the last piece, Aoyama’s silk pajamas, has been put into place, Izuku’s hand sweeping the ruffles to follow the periphery of his nest shape for the finishing touches.
He’s on his hands and knees in the middle of the mounds of his soft nest, inspecting his complete nest in satisfaction and then burrows his face down onto the pile of sweaters and turquoise blanket in front of him. Scent of pack bursts into his nostrils and makes his mouth water.
The previous night, he’s been tossing and turning in his sleep, feeling agitated for some inexplicable reason. Now he knows why because this is heaven.
“I love it~!” He squeals happily, beaming at his packmates in pure joy. His pack is truly the best to allow all these divine scents to be gathered in his nest!
“We’re glad you love it!” Tooru says, she’s a little bit jumping up and down in excitement.
“Great job Izuku! That’s a beautiful nest.” Mashirao praises.
“It is indeed.” Fumikage chips in, “All the colors and textures blend together harmoniously and it looks very soft and comfortable. As expected of our omega.”
“It smells perfect.” Shouto adds.
Izuku is rubbing his entire body into the nest while still smiling widely at them, his omega extremely pleased at his alphas’ and betas’ approval.
“Will some of you spend the night with me in my nest?” He asks while giving his best puppy-dog eyes at his packmates.
“Of course!” Kyouka screams along with a multitude of other packmates, her hands shaped into energetic fists to express how she is so on board with that request.
At the end, for his first night it is decided to be Tenya, Ochako, Shouto, and Tsuyu that will sleep with the omega in his nest. The rest will have their turns in the next nights. The sleeping arrangement becomes Shouto at his front and Tenya spooning his back, and both betas settling in the outer edge of the pack cuddle. Izuku’s nose is buried into Shouto’s scent gland, both alphas’ firm bodies are cradling him in a warm cage and the omega is purring blissfully all the way to sleep surrounded by the heady scents of pack.
“Ahaha~!” A sparkling beam of laser zips through the air.
Izuku darts out the way of the destructive beam of light, his quirk activated. In a flash of green lightning, he is already hovering beside the beta with his leg fully drawn back.
“Nooon~” Yuuga moans as he sails away through the air courtesy of Izuku’s powered kick greeting his midriff.
“Acid Burst!” As the name suggests, a wide burst of acidic white liquid hurtles towards the omega. Izuku dodges it with a smooth flip.
On Tuesday afternoon, Class 1A students are scattered throughout all the rocky training areas, all engaged in fights in today’s 1 vs 2 theme training.
“You fool!” A harsh bark reverberates from the farther reach of the training ground, on a hill, “You’ve gotta put your hip into it! Otherwise it's just puppy kick, puppy kick!!”
“Eep I’m sorry sensei!” Tooru’s voice cries out.
“How could you even see whether she’s using her hips or not??” Eijirou exclaims disbelievingly. Tooru’s costume is basically her gloves and shoes, leaving the rest to imagination after all.
“I smell it.” Hound Dog retorts angrily, “You too rock boy, if you keep charggrrrr in a damn straight line grrrr growl and call it a strateggrrrrrr, I’ll awoowoowooowooOO!!!”
Mina sweatdrops. In her momentary distraction in hearing the exchange, crackling green blurs near her.
The kick collides dead on and the beta makes harsh landing onto the ground with a yelp.
That kick feels as painful as Izuku’s normal Shoot Style kick. Despite the pain, she’s glad that it seems like the omega is still at full power during heat.
“You okay, Mina?” Izuku calls out with a concerned expression.
“Ouch, I’m okay!” She announces with a cheery wave.
Wednesday passes by without any hassle and Thursday rolls in.
Nothing much has changed in Izuku’s behaviour. His scent is just steadily getting stronger and cloyingly sweeter despite the heat collar and suppressants. And he just gets slightly clingier and demands to be scented more.
The pack is becoming more on edge and Izuku has at least two alphas and a couple betas flanking him at all times. They are also getting more wary at the increasing attention of other alphas and betas.
A few heads do turn to look at Izuku whenever he walks past them in school hallways, their olfactory senses hooked on omega heat scent, but none of them do anything past staring. Class 1A pack is infamous for being overprotective of their omega after all, no one fancies trying their luck and risks some missing fingers or broken teeth. The broken teeth example is taken from a real past happening by the way.
The pack is just glad that they haven’t had to strangle any wayward individuals yet that dare to make lewd comments, or approach their omega to sniff at him. But nevertheless they have googled ‘how to hide a body’ just to be safe, the internet is just wonderful for storing such vital information for a pack that is willing to turn bloodthirsty at an unfortunate moment’s notice. For the victim that is.
But one certain, annoying, wayward individual does turn up this fine Thursday lunch time.
“Oh~ what’s this? You’re in heat, Midoriya-chan? Shouldn’t you stay in bed? That’s weird~ is walking around spreading pheromones everywhere and tempting the whole school an appropriate behaviour for a hero?” A lilting voice calls out.
Ochako, Izuku, Tenya, Katsuki, Denki and Eijirou turn around to see Monoma, his expression in that twisted punchable face.
“Piss off dirtface.” Katsuki snarls, posture shifts to threatening.
Monoma laughs, preparing another vocal jab towards them. Before he can get a word out, someone karate chops the back of his head and he falls down in a disgraceful heap.
Kendo is standing behind him with her hand poised in the air in said karate chop.
Her hand snags the back of his collar, “Sorry sorry. This guy just can’t help but to constantly antagonise people,” she says sheepishly, preparing to drag the troublesome beta away from the scene.
Tenya steps forward, his usually friendly eyes are fixed on the smaller girl in an uncharacteristic cold glare. He normally also doesn’t use his bulk in a bid to intimidate but right now he is fully utilising his superior stature to stand imposingly taller.
“Be sure to properly discipline your packmate, alpha.” His voice a low growl, an unmistakable note of threat laced in it.
The cacophony of noises around them decrease in volume noticeably. The tension is palpable and the force of alpha exuding off Tenya is suffocating. Numerous wide eyes are staring at the exchange.
Kendo gulps and tilts her head away slightly in submission.
“Of course, alpha,” she whispers in a small respectful voice. Anything louder will be seen as a challenge to the lead alpha and by extension to the pack.
Izuku is staring at the scene, speechless. His face twisted into a concerned frown.
Ochako takes his hand and softly pulls him forward, “Come on Izu-chan.”
The rest of his pack follows as Izuku looks back to connect eyes with Kendo and mouths ‘sorry’.
On the fifth day of Izuku’s heat, the pack takes note of the copious amount of heat pheromones seeping out of his collar.
“Your heat scent is very strong today.” Ochako comments.
“Yeah.” Izuku agrees, adjusting his collar to press more snugly against his neck, “Maybe today I should request to be moved to heat rooms.”
He can feel the peak of his heat coming, in his lethargic muscles and sensitive nose.
Heat rooms are located in the teacher dormitory building and there is always at least a pro hero teacher stationed there spending the night. Now that dorm arrangement is established, the rooms are set up for omega students to spend their heats at safely and comfortably.
Honestly he’s not looking forward to having to ruin his nest and build it from scratch in an unfamiliar room but he doesn’t want to burden his pack. Omegas in peak heat despite half suppressants are quite ‘annoyingly clingy’, as one radio broadcaster has once remarked in a joking manner but it is actually true nonetheless. He knows because his mom has commented, also in harmless teasing, that her omega son is such ‘a handful’ during heat.
And also the fact that he’ll be completely vulnerable during peak heat, inviting pheromones in full blast but stripped off the capability to actually not consent. He can’t help but be anxious despite the fact that he trusts all his packmates with his life.
His declaration is met with vehement protests almost instantaneously.
“No Izu, you don’t have to move there!” Denki screeches.
“Stay with us!” Mina exclaims. The idea of Izuku spending his heat alone in the heat room is so deplorable that it has to be extinguished by holy fire.
“You’ll be safe with us. I promise.”
Tenya says in conviction, he seems to notice the root of his anxiety. There’s honesty in his words and earnestness in his eyes.
After quietly contemplating for a while, the omega finally nods, “Okay.” He delights in seeing the joyfulness brimming in all his packmates’ eyes at his assent.
And Izuku believes in his lead alpha.
That night, Izuku is cuddling with some of his packmates on the makeshift pillow and blankets pack area in the common room.
Shouto is cuddling his back while Momo is at his front. Rikidou, Kouji, Mina are lying around close to the trio.
“Izuku? Are you sleepy?” Momo asks, stroking his hair.
The omega mumbles out something incoherent.
“What’s that?”
No response.
“Is he sleeping already?” Shouto asks, looking over the tuft of green hair at the other alpha.
“Hm..” Momo peers into his eyes, “But his eyes are open.”
When Shouto rises off him, Izuku just flops bonelessly on his back. He whines in protest at the loss of contact, hands agitatedly moving seemingly to seek purchase. His eyes are glazed and flicker left and right unseeingly.
Rikidou leans closer and says concernedly, “What’s wrong with him?”
Shouto is quick to offer back his hand to the omega, the omega trills happily and brings it over to rub his face on the alpha’s palm, “I think his peak heat is here. It doesn’t seem like he’s very aware of his surroundings.”
“Should we move him to his nest? He’ll be the most comfortable there,” Mina says, staring curiously at the omega.
“Yeah.” Shouto mumbles in agreement, he hoists the pliant Izuku into his arms in a bridal carry, Kouji helps to put the omega’s flopping arms on top of his body. The alpha stands up and heads to the elevator, “Call Tenya... and Katsuki” He adds begrudgingly.
Luckily it’s Friday. So it means Izuku doesn’t have to miss any school day presuming his nesting heat only lasts at most for the next two days.
The whole pack stays in the dormitory building on Saturday, they only leave the building to take turns doing their daily exercises and spend significantly less time doing it to rush back to their omega.
Izuku is curled in his nest, early sunlight slipping through the cracks of his curtain blinds. Ochako is lying down next to him, staring fondly at the sleepy omega’s face and stroking his back.
“Comfy?”
No answer. The beta keeps stroking.
Some time later, Tsuyu, Mina, Momo and Tooru come into the room, bringing a plate of chocolate lava cake. Omegas love sweet sugary foods during heat and what’s better than a chocolate lava cake? It is specially ordered at Belle Epoque, a high-end patisserie in central Tokyo, made by the head pâtissier and delivered right to their door. Only the best for their omega.
Momo scoops a small mouthful with a fork and feeds it to Izuku.
The omega seems to recognise there’s food in front of his mouth and accepts it happily, he is chewing the cake with such visible joy on his face.
He opens his mouth wide after swallowing, whining and demanding another mouthful just like a baby bird. Momo continues to feed the omega spoonful after spoonful until every bite is gone off the plate, the beta girls all cooing at him.
“Is it good, baby bird?” Momo purrs her deep alpha purr. The omega responds in kind with a contented purr. He is blinking at them cutely with glassy eyes, cheeks rosy and chocolate sauce all over his chin and lips.
The girls squeal, “So cute~” before crowding near and cleaning off the chocolate on his skin with their tongues.
Izuku doesn’t seem capable of speech, the whole day he only produces a mixture of whines, purrs, or trills. He responds occasionally to questions but doesn’t seem to register the words themselves. At noon, he gains some motion control that enables him to at least get out his nest to take the sparse trips to the bathroom, although albeit clumsily like on newly-born fawn legs.
In the safety of the pack territory, he doesn’t wear his heat collar. The scent of omega in peak heat blankets the entire area in saccharine sweetness.
Tenya, Mashirao, Yuuga and Denki are with him in his nest at another time.
“How are you feeling omega?” Tenya asks, his hand stroking the omega’s fluffy hair. Izuku is purring lowly, his eyes closed.
“Mon amour, he is so pretty.” Yuuga sighs, the back of his hand touches his freckled cheek lightly.
“Yeah.” Mashirao agrees, “Our omega is the prettiest.” The blond alpha croons, getting a chirp back from the omega as a response. He offers his tail down to Izuku and he accepts it, hugging it happily to his body.
“And cutest.” Denki adds reverently.
“Definitely the cutest.” Tenya confirms, leaning in to lick a long stripe across Izuku’s throat. The alphas and betas groan when a fresh wave of omega heat pheromones gets released into the air.
The pack scents him almost obsessively over the course of the day. They are constantly licking and suckling on his neck glands, enjoying every mouthful waft of delicious omega pheromones permeating their olfactory senses and warming their insides.
The alphas especially find it difficult to be away from the omega, they can only bear to be apart from him for at most an hour. And they have the uncontrollable urge to drench their omega with their scents until there can be no mistake of who he belongs to.
As a result, his neck glands are full with marks left by his alphas and betas. At the end of the day, there is hardly any patch of skin left on the area around his neck that isn’t covered with red. Come nighttime, the omega is thoroughly exhausted by all the attention he gets from his many packmates and falls easily into a peaceful slumber.
Sunday morning rolls in.
They make sure there are always a couple of people accompanying the omega at all times and take turns doing their morning routines.
Right now some people are on the table having breakfast. They look up in surprise at Izuku as he steps out the elevator door, the omega has emerged from his nest freshly showered as well. His eyes look clear and aware. Closely following behind him are Shouto and Mashirao.
“Izuku, do you feel better?” Momo asks, her tone warm.
Izuku smiles and replies, “Yeah it’s mostly gone now.”
This morning, Izuku got the shock of his life when he glanced at the mirror while groggily brushing his teeth. The lingering haze clouding his mind literally got shot out the window when he caught his reflection and saw the state of his neck was in. Red marks littered all over it, most intensely on his scent glands, even all the way down to his collarbone!
He doesn’t really remember the previous day’s proceedings that led to this result but he is sure that every member of his pack has at least left one on him and he sure is blushing all the way back to his room.
It’s fortunate that his heat collar is able to cover them all up or he will have to wear a scarf on top of it. The other marks littered around his collarbone are also somewhat solved by wearing a hoodie with the strings tied up. He’s wearing an olive bomber over it and some black cargo pants.
“What’s with the get up?” Ochako remarks curiously.
Also noticing that both Shouto and Mashirao are also dressed for outside wear. Shouto in a white shirt and a cream buttoned-up cardigan over it and khaki slacks. Mashirao in a red graphic tee and dark-washed jeans.
“Um, I’m going to the city today to visit my mom.”
He has spent all his previous heats with his mom, so naturally he has the urge to see her today before his heat ends.
“What! We’re coming with you.” Tenya slams both hands onto the table and stands up, followed by the ensuing agreement of his entire pack.
“No no you don’t have to all come with me!” He says in panicky, “Shouto and Mashirao are also going with me, they want to visit their families as well. So don’t worry!”
“I’m coming with.” Katsuki declares in a tone that brooks no argument.
“Kaachan.. You don’t hav-”
“You telling me what to do, Deku?”
Izuku’s mouth clamps shut as he sighs.
So the initial three-person trip after debating back and forth turns into seven. Tsuyu, Mezou, and Jirou also insisted on tagging along.
It's a packed ride in the subway as expected on a Saturday. The six of them are standing in a protective circle around him. His back is mostly pressing on Mezou's chest on the subway ride with the alpha’s many arms secured around him.
They also insist on escorting him to his house.
Izuku opens his apartment door and announces cheerily, “I’m back!”
Incoming steps are heard before Inko pops into view, “Welcome home, Izuku!”
She then notices the six extra people hovering behind him, “They are…”
“Mom, meet some of my packmates.”
Izuku proceeds to introduce each one to her.
“Izuku has told me a lot about you all”, Inko says warmly and then bows slightly, “Please continue to take care of him.”
After exchanging pleasantries and stories that center about Izuku, much to his embarrassment, the six of them leave to visit their own homes. They promise to meet Izuku in front of the subway station near his house at 4 pm.
Even though Izuku assures them that he can ride the subway with Kaachan, the only one that lives near him, and there’s no need for all of them to congregate back (some live far away and will basically take a detour if they head back to Izuku’s station), they insist vehemently. The pack is determined to not let Izuku suffocate on strangers’ scents.
It’s relaxing to be in his home and he really enjoys being with his mom, laughing with her and taking in her pleasant beta scent. They spend the day just talking to each other, making lunch together, cleaning and watering the house plants.
It’s 3:45. Izuku waves goodbye to his mom, toes his feet into his shoes, and heads out towards the subway station. But on the way, he hears a loud meowing sound followed by the sounds of laughter. His feet take him into a playground to a disturbing sight.
A cat’s head is peeking out the ground, the small feline trying in vain to escape out of its earthy cage. Three guys are snickering a couple of feet away from the kitty, there are a pile of big rocks and red bricks near their feet and one of them is clutching one in preparation of throwing.
“Stop!” Izuku shouts, running into the playground and stepping in front of the kitty to shield it. He can’t believe that there are people this evil that their form of entertainment is torturing defenseless animals!
His eyes widen in recognition at one familiar face.
He's older but there's no mistaking it. It’s Takeru, one of Kaachan’s sidekicks during primary school. When they were little, the four of them used to hang out and play together. Well it was more like the three of them, little Izuku was just trailing behind them, an outsider. The alpha stands straighter, flexing his red dragon-like wings. They are of impressive spans without doubt capable of accommodating his now bigger bodyweight.
“Takeru-kun..”
Takeru seems to recognise him as well, “Deku, what a surprise.”
His attention then shifts to the collar around his neck.
“Well well, what’s an omega in heat doing out here?” He drawls out, voice grating honey, “Not scared that some big bad alphas might catch you?”
Izuku doesn’t deign them with an answer and instead bend down to dig the poor kitty out the hole.
“Hey ignoring us?” Takeru looks pissed off as he grabs some bricks and throws them with power towards Izuku, intending to teach a painful lesson to the impudent omega.
However, to his surprise, Izuku’s body sparks green as his legs shoot out and reduce all the incoming projectiles into rubbles in deadly precision.
All three are blinking in disbelief.
Takeru recovers and his face slips back into a sinister glower, “Oh what’s this? You are not completely worthless after all.”
Izuku shakes his head, sparks dying down, “I think you should pick a new hobby other than spewing insults and torturing innocent animals, Takeru-kun.”
He digs the kitty out and lets it loose. The small feline quickly dashes out of sight. Rubbing his hands together to rid them off dirt, he stands up, staring at Takeru and his gang with a disapproving frown.
“Don’t do that again.”
Takeru scoffs mockingly, “What are you acting all high and mighty for? Even if you manage to get into U.A. hero course with some lame ass quirk, an omega is still an omega!”
Izuku shrugs and starts walking away, “Well you’re not wrong. Lame-ass quirk or not, I am a U.A. hero course student and an omega. It’s nice to see you again, goodbye.”
The alpha clenches his teeth, he doesn’t like the way the omega is talking back at him. With a powerful flap, he speeds towards Izuku’s back with his right fist drawn back.
Before the punch can connect, Izuku bends to the right out of the incoming assault’s way, seizing his wrist and redirecting his momentum to the right, thus sending him sailing towards a tree. Takeru crashes into the huge trunk, the breath knocked out of him.
Izuku’s hands come up in the universal gesture of pacification, “Sorry reflex! I really don’t want any trouble.”
But they are having none of it.
“Air Cannon!” The other guy brings his hands up, air blasting out the holes on his palms. Izuku activates his quirk and dashes away from the barrage of air shots.
Takeru is standing back up in his periphery.
“Speed Walk!” The third guy yells out, it seems like his quirk is some kind of super speed based on the technique name and how fast he is moving towards Izuku.
But truthfully, his speed is simply laughable compared to Tenya’s.
He deftly dodges it to the side and kicks the back of the runner boy, adding more force to his speeding body. It leaves him to collide with the swooping form of Takeru and they tumble together down harshly into a cursing heap.
“Air Cannon!”
All the shots miss and before the beta can register what happened, he is knocked off balance and the sight of the ground is lurching towards him, fast.
“Ow!” He moans at the harsh meeting with the hard ground. A weight drops on top of him.
Sitting on top of his back, Izuku’s elbows are holding down the other boy’s elbows with his bodyweight, hands gripping his wrists and forcing the boy’s cannon-quirk palms to press in on his ears.
“Maybe if you don’t listen to Takeru-kun’s bad influence, you’d find better friends,” Izuku says helpfully to the groaning form of the animal bully.
Takeru is looking at the scene disbelievingly. Is this really the same crybaby omega that burst into tears at the slightest push and taunts? That quirkless worthless omega that was their punching bag for years?
“What the hell?” A familiar rough voice suddenly rings in the air.
Izuku looks up from his perch on top of the guy’s back and brightens, “Kaachan! Ah Mashirao, Tsuyu, and Kyouka too!”
It seems like some of them decided to come find him when he doesn’t show up in front of the station at the promised time.
Takeru also seems to recognise one of the newcomers while still wincing in pain on the ground.
“Bakugou?”
Izuku steps off the prone body and runs towards his packmates.
“What’s going on?” Mashirao asks in a worried tone, his eyes scanning the omega’s body to detect any visible injury.
“These extras bothering you, Deku?” Katsuki says as he slings his arm around Izuku’s shoulders.
“No, everything’s fine,” he assures, not wanting the situation to escalate, “Let’s go.”
Katsuki stares down at him calculatingly and then the alpha leans closer and noses at his neck at the top of his collar. To his satisfaction, the heat scent has faded almost to nothingness, “You reek of sweat,” he mumbles out.
“But I’m barely sweating!” Izuku replies in mock indignation.
By now, the two alphas and one beta have recovered and stood up, their pride bruised glaring at the display.
Takeru scoffs and says crudely, “What you’re lovey dovey now with the dumb omega Bakugou?”
Katsuki’s eyes leer at him in a piercing glare from his spot at the omega’s neck. He releases Izuku and stalks closer to the trio.
“You wanna say that again, fucktard?”
“I said-”
Before he can say anything else, Katsuki is already at his face and his hand shoots out to seize his neck.
“Huh? I can’t hear ya.” The alpha growls out, squeezing cruelly, smoke fizzing out the hand choking Takeru’s neck.
Izuku runs towards him in alarm and puts his hands on Katsuki’s other arm. He really doesn’t want these guys getting seriously injured, although they probably deserve it from trying to hurt an innocent cat, “Come on, let him go, let’s just leave Kaachan.”
Luckily the alpha acquiesces and lets go of the other alpha with a pointed shove. Takeru is left coughing and touching his slightly burned neck. Both of them are walking away when his voice cuts in again.
“You tormented little Deku for years and suddenly had a change of heart? Don’t make me laugh.”
When Katsuki doesn’t even turn around, he adds more, tone vicious.
“A bully will always be a bully. You can’t change what’s already rotten inside, Bakugou.”
In a split second, Katsuki has pounced the other alpha to the ground. His knee digs into his back, one hand snagging his hair, and his other gripping Takeru’s red wings in a terrible twist as the other boy yowls in pain.
“ Any more fucking words. I’ll fucking tear off these crappy red rags you’re so proud off and force ‘em down your throat,” he snarls, fangs bared in a menacing show of dominance.
After some flustered pleading from Izuku, Katsuki finally relents his death grip on the boy’s quirk, shoves him off crudely to face-smash the dirt ground. His red eyes fall on the other two boys. They seem stripped of all previous bravado, body trembling and looking away, not daring to meet the dominant alpha’s eyes. Katsuki trudges away and Izuku quickly follows after him.
The five of them are finally heading towards the subway station for real this time.
“That’s a bit unnecessarily violent.” Tsuyu comments, walking beside Kyouka.
“Well." The beta twirls one of her earphone jacks with a finger, “To be fair they have it coming for insulting Izuku and this ill-tempered alpha.”
Izuku peers at the alpha’s stormy face, “Don’t listen to him, Kaachan...”
Thankfully, Takeru and his friends still have some sense of self-preservation and don’t say anything else until they’re all out of earshot.
Katsuki’s scowl deepens, “Who the fuck would listen to the words of a useless sack of shit.”
Not long after, they meet up with Shouto and Mezou who are waiting in front of the subway station. Amidst the throngs of people on busy Sunday weekend, they get on the subway line that will take them back to U.A.
Izuku is sitting on a seat in between Tsuyu and Jirou. The carriage is softly rocking as his shoulders jostle lightly against the betas’ own sandwiching him. His four alphas are standing guard in front of them, bracketing them off from the other subway goers. It’s quiet despite the crowd as is typical of Tokyo subway.
The carriage pops out of the underground tunnel and its inner spaces become bathed with soft orange glow from the setting sun, interspersed every so often by passing dark shadows from electric poles lining the railway track. He looks out the window. Buildings old and new, colourful billboards, cars, blinking traffic lights, trees with branches stretched wide and busy pedestrians dressed in myriad of clothings all flash past him in speeding blur, the scenery of bustling city gradually fading as they get closer to the final stop for U.A.
That marks the last day of Izuku’s heat, and the first one that he spends in a pack. And for many more heats to come!