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Izuku Bakugou. Twenty-six years old, omega, happily mated and married, dame to a couple of beautiful twins: his babygirl, Katsuko, and his little man, Izuru, almost a year old. Famous, rich, absolutely adored by the legions of fans that show up at any meet and greet, any book signing. Who would have thought that putting his life on paper would lead him here, to where he is now? Very few people know how much truth is behind the story of Yokai, the main character of his novel. A young male omega, just like him. And through the dark eyes and words of his character, Izuku was able to let out the darkness within himself. Through a fantasy- sure - a work sprouted from imagination. But the truth is that everything is real. Everything happened. Exactly as it’s told.
As he lounges on the daybed, looking out at the city that took so much from him and gave so much back, Izuku reminisces on his life, on the series of unfortunate circumstances that landed him in this idyllic situation, with a man he loves beyond imagination, and a family of his own, with his wounds patched up and long scarred over, healed, with his heart at peace.
His story started, like the rest of them, with his birth. Not much can be said about it: he didn’t exist, and then he did. His mom was the classic airhead with a fabulous body, a curvy sexy beta that had half the city wrapped around her fingers. And she loved sex, beyond anything. So she fucked, everyone, no matter first or secondary gender, as long as they promised to deliver a great performance. It goes almost without saying that amongst those fucks was Izuku’s sire, not that either himself or his mother had any clue as to who they were.
Izuku was given birth on the kitchen floor of a dingy apartment in the outskirts of East Tokyo, the bad part of town. His mother, Inko Midoriya, for as much as she loved sex in her free time had to work too, as a waitress in the dirty, disheveled diner at the corner of their block. Now, this might seem like a totally unrelated detail, if it wasn’t for the fact that after popping her baby, she had a quick shower, dropped the ‘bundle of joy’ to the neighbor, told the poor old woman to name him something (she couldn’t be bothered), and skirted in her skimpy uniform right to work her shift. What a goddamn beast.
So, Izuku was born in less than fortunate circumstances, not a single dime in her mother’s name (nor a shred of common sense, for that matter) and in a dump-like house. The first three years of his life, that he thankfully can’t remember, are spent there, in the bad block, between small time criminals and suspicious individuals.
Then, a turn of luck. Toshinori Yagi, an old geezer who used to be a world champion fighter or some shit like that, decided to ask Inko to be his wife, out of all the rich and well mannered ladies he could have asked for. The older alpha seemed fascinated by the small beta, and so in a matter of literal weeks, Izuku’s last name was changed. Not that he gave a shit.
With the change of name came a change of scenery, as him and Inko moved to the luxury of Roppongi Hills, all traditional mansions, modern architecture and high rise buildings. And all secrets, back-stabbing, cheating, and whatnot. But that came later. Because the next two years of his life, for Izuku, were the most stable he’d have in a long, long time. Christmases full of gifts and food and attentions, mom at home and present and loving and a father genuinely caring for him. Those were the days. But they, too came abruptly to an end.
The first time Yagi left wife and step-son for more than a day or two, was when Inko fell back to the usual pattern. Loud parties with drugs, alcohol, sweaty bodies sliding on each other, gang bangs and more. Every night. For three fucking weeks.
And after the music came the rhythmic thump, thump, thump, the moans, the groans and everything from the room next door to poor Izuku’s, who used cotton balls in his ears as he attempted to muffle the sounds of his mother being fucked within an inch from her life.
The first few times it happened, Izuku asked himself how, upon coming home and finding it trashed and absolutely destroyed, smelling like sex and rotten bodies, his step-father didn’t kick them to the curb. The answer came when his mother left him and her husband for the first time, announcing with a suitcase in hand and a foot out the door that they shouldn’t expect for her to be back before a month or two.
They ended up being six. Izuku wouldn’t have minded that, if it wasn’t that he found out exactly why Yagi couldn’t give two shits about his mother’s blatant cheating and disrespecting. Because he did the same damn thing. Only with men. Like a shit ton of them. And not in parties, no. Apparently, his step dad loved being an alpha as much as he’d love to be an omega. So he fucked and got fucked every fucking night. Still, in the same damn room adjacent to his.
It’s safe to say that the first six or so years of Izuku’s life have a very common theme of neglect, exposition to way too much sexual activity and an unsafe shitty environment in general. But, you know what, he was fed, had a roof on top of his head, had clean quality clothes and a staff of people making sure he wouldn’t kick the bucket, he’d do his homework and shit like that. At the age of six is also when he got enrolled into UA Academy, some shitty uptight rich kid school, with a dorm system (thank fuck) where he’d spend from Monday to Friday all year except for holidays. Sometimes he stayed the weekend too, if only for the reprieve of not hearing his parents fuck any living, breathing human in a twenty kilometer radius. Because yes, of course they took it upon themselves to get separate rooms. And of fucking course they were the ones flanking Izuku’s, as if in a house with thirty rooms those were the only two available.
Life at the dorms was fun and peaceful for him. Apparently, after testing or some shit, they found out that besides the rarity of being a male omega, he’s also a prime at that. As if he knew or cared about the difference. It changed the way people looked at him, though. Only guy in the school with a cunt. Even at six years old, the other boys were a little… weirded out. Izuku never mentioned that by logic they should find just as weird female alphas who have dicks, but he thought that the fact that everyone was already alienating him served enough as a sentence for him, he didn’t need to dig his grave any further.
What he didn’t understand was how his fellow omegas were so keen on avoiding him, as if he had something extremely wrong in him for the simple fact that he wasn’t born alpha or at least beta. He couldn’t fucking control it, now could he. So, as much as it rang true for the rest of his life, when in school Izuku was mostly shunned and left to his own devices, at least until the end of elementary. He couldn’t complain. He really loved the silence.
As the entirety of his peers group turned ten, their body developed the abilities to perceive scents and emit them. Yes, the dreaded awful coming of the scent glands and elevated smell sense. All of a sudden, when everyone used to smell pretty much the same, like glue sticks and kid sweat, now they all had a unique scent to themselves. Izuku didn’t really mind his own, it smelled like a rainforest during summer, earthy and fresh, and according to some of the personnel (alphas, mostly, go figure) absolutely intoxicating. He noticed that it changed with his moods: that was the scent of a relaxed, content Izuku. The smell of moist dirt and rotting leaves when he was angry or upset. The smell of amber and wet bark when he was sad. The smell of rain when he was distressed. Suddenly, people loved to hang out with him, if only to be near the apparently heavenly scent. On a weekend home, his step father held him to his chest and tried to scent him with that smell of herbal tea or something like that. It left Izuku nauseous and decided to never experience that again, thank you.
When middle school started, still at the dreaded academy where he knew he was gonna spend another ten years, at least, his tranquil and isolated school life took a turn for the worst. He was put in a class of only alphas and beta, and consequentially he was bunking up in the dorms with them. Meaning that a bunch of soon to be horny teenagers were surrounding him like fucking sharks. In the beginning, everything was fine. Of course, everything was fine.
But he needed to stop wallowing in the sense of safety hidden behind the mystery of his own identity. As soon as the cat was out of the bag, his luck would fucking end.