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Izuku was scolded the moment he got home. But he wasn't punished. Not when his mom understood. She was such an understandy woman. She cried when she held him and Izuku spent the evening apologising for worrying her.
Inko went to bed with puffy red eyes, and Izuku went to bed with a familliar blond in mind.
He couldn't help but think about what had happen. It was so easy. He had walked in, showed his ID, and they let him in. So easy, so... exploitable. Not that Izuku is gonna do that. He was a good boy (are you, now?). With a smile, he went to bed, tuck himself in and called it a night. He was gonna see Kacchan again, and this time, his mom is gonna drive him to ARCD instead of him walking and possibly hurt himself, though he was sure the shadows would never allow that.
Yeah. It's alright, as long as Kacchan was there. He really don't want to know how he would do without him.
A quiet sigh escaped Izuku's lips, closing his eyes, he let the darkness consume him.
...
A few months had passed since Izuku stepped into ARCD facility and demanded to see Katsuki. What had initially been a carefully guarded meeting, surronded by wary guards and protocols, had quietly become something else entirely.
Izuku kept coming back.
He returned under "supervised visitation," though the guards stopped watching too closely after a while. No matter how volatile Katsuki's temper had been, his behavior always stabilized the moment Izuku entered the room. His instincts- wild and dangerously unpredictable even for an alpha- grew manageable. Focused. Almost calm. As if the very presence of the male Omega soothed something raw in him.
Doctors called it instinctual impriting. Trainers called it a fluke. But the government couldn't ignore the results. Katsuki's violent outbursts grew fewer. His quirk control improved. The walls of the facility stayed intact longer.
And so, the explosive alpha was released earlier than scheduled.
Not because he passed the training with grace- he didn't.
Not because he was cured of his agression- he wasn't.
But because Izuku Midoriya wanted him out.
And when a male Omega wants something, the system listens.
...
Izuku was ten years old now, six years had passed since he stepped foot inside ARCD, Kacchan was release from his training three months after his first unannounced visit. And now he stood in front of Aldera junior-high's gate, it wasn't prestigious in any way, in fact Izuku wouldn't even take a second glance at this school, but Kacchan is here. So he was here, too
Although he is a bit late in the semester, (you're a month late, Izuku) he made sure to have all his papers ready, and he's confident enough to keep his record up despite his lateness.
He shook his head to get the thoughts out, he sighed and made his way to the school's entrance. A few kids lingered in the halls despite the bell already rang like... twenty minutes ago? Heads turned the moment he walked in, some even did double take and he could hear whispers the students failed to keep down. It honestly made Izuku nervous. His heart raced in his chest, so loud he thought everyone could hear and so strong he thought it would literally jumped out of his chest.
But he ignored them, walking through the halls confidently even though he was anything but. His gaze went from doors to doors, searching his classroom. But only after asking a student nearby, did he finally found his classroom. He took a deep breath, preparing himself and calming his nerves.
The classroom buzed with chatter- a mix of alphas and betas, all ten or eleven years old, fidgeting and joking, as young kids tend to do. But there was a constant undercurrent of tension from the alphas; they were trained to be aware of each other.
Katsuki sat near the window, fists clenched on the desk, glaring at nothing in particular. Training routines still lingered in his muscles. His temper simmered low; he had spent the morning plotting how he'd vent on someone if given the chance.
And yet... there was a gnawing thought at the back of his mind. 'Where the hell is Izuku?'
He hadn't seen Izuku in a month, ever since he went to visit that elite School reserved only for omegas. 'What if they finally locked Izuku away in that golden cage? What if he forgot me?'
Before he could spiral further, the classroom door slid open.
The teacher cleared his throat, trying to keep control over the class. "Class, quiet down. We have a new student joining us today."
Heads turned, indifferent at first. Transfers happened. But then came the words that froze every alpha in the room:
"He's an omega."
The classroom went very still. Even some of the betas stiffened slightly- an omega was rare, and male omegas rarer still.
And then Izuku Midoriya stepped throughthe doorway.
His school uniform was the same as everyone else's- but somehow it looked expensive on him. Tailored to his small form, neat green curls framing his face, and those enmistakably clear, steady green eyes. So green, so very like the emerald gemstone.
Every alpha's instincts flared. Even the betas felt it- something in the air shifted, suble but undeniable.
Izuku's gaze found Katsuki immediately.
The blond alpha froze mid-tap on his desk, fists clenching so hard his knuckles went white. No way... His mind went blank for a half a second, then a sharp spike of confusion and disbelief hit him.
Izuku smiled, "Nice to meet you, everyone. I'll be in your care from now on." He said softly, eyes glimmering with the bit of sunlight that made its way in the classroom.
The teacher cleared his throat again, sweating a little. It's the first time an omega ever study in this school, so it made him a little nervous.
"Well, Midoriya," The teacher said, taking the seating chart and filling through it nervously. "Umm- You'll be seated next to Bakugou."
A ripple of tension and unease spread immediately across the room.
Every alpha and betas turned sightly in their seat, murmuring. Katsuki's reputation wasn't sublte. He was fiery, explosive, notorious for snapping if provoked, but he never hurt anyone outright. At least in front of people, but who what he does in private, right?
Some alphas shifted, expecting sparks, protests, maybe worse. Betas glanced nervously, unsure of what to do- after all, omegas were off-limits.
"What is the teacher thinking?"
"He probably wasn't."
"Will Bakugou blow the new kid?"
"Poor omega, he got seated next to a walking bomb."
"Thoughts and prayers, bro."
They were whispers and murmurs, ones that wasn't quiet enough because Bakugou was slowly losing it. A vein throbbed and he looked ready to blow a fuse, right now.
"Thank you, teacher." Izuku said, bowing politely to the teacher, which flustered the older man. But the omega payed no mind to it and calmly walked to his seat. Everyone held their breath, expecting the blond alpha to finally lose it. But he didn't. He didn't shout. He didn't move. He didn't explode.
The classmates whispered frantically.
"Wha-- he's not blowing up?!"
"Wow, did Bakugou just went through character development?"
"No way this is Bakugou."
Instead, Katsuki straightened in his seat, looking at Izuku as the greenette walked closer. A hint of smile on his face as he calmed down a little, the smile so small that it wouldn't anything, but this wasn't anything. This was a big, the other kids couldn't help but look between the alpha and omega.
They were even more surprised when Izuku smiled back. Betas looked at each other in confusion. Alphas muttered under their breath, unease prickling their skins.
Izuku slid into the desk quietly, placing his bag under his chair. He glanced at Katsuki, a bright smile on hid face.
"Hey, Kacchan," Izuku said softly.
Katsuki's lips twitched, and nodded at the greenette. At the front, the teacher coughed, clearing his throat as he continued the lesson, not that everyone was litsening to him anymore, anyway. They were more preoccupied with the duo, stealing glances or just openly staring at them.
Finally after hours of boring lessons, the bell rung, signaling lunch break. Chairs scraped. Shoes scuffed. Some kids darted out to the courtyard- but not today.
Today, everyone stayed.
They didn't say it out loud, but the entire class agreed on one thing; No one was missing whatever the hell was about to go down.
Some pretended to read books while peeking over their pages. Others leaned back in their chairs, arms crossed, pretending not to watch- but their eyes never left the two boys seated near the window.
Izuku sat calmly at his desk, unwrapping his lunch with slow fingers and a peaceful look. Katsuki, their unspoken class tyrant, sat beside him, arms crossed, his foot bouncing lightly against the desk leg.
Then, Katsuki finally spoke. Rough, quiet, almost bitter.
"You didn't tell me."
Izuku paused, looked down, then back up again.
"Would you have let me go if I had?"
Katsuki clicked his toung, his scowl deeper than usual- not angry, exactly, but raw. Tense.
"I thought they locked you up somewhere. I thought I'd have to break into some building to see you again."
Izuku's fingers curled lightly around his chopsticks. His voice was soft as he looked at Katsuki.
"I wanted to tell you sooner, but... there was too much in the way. It wasn't supposed to take that long. But Aurelia wouldn't let go of me. They sent representatives. The government sent handlers. There were so many contracts I had to sign... And mom nearly cried when I told them no."
The class went still at that word. Even whispered, everyone knew that name. Aurelia Institute for Omega Excellence. The elite school for elite omegas.
He turned down Aurelia?! The class collectively leaned in. Even some betas looked shell-shocked. That was the school- the elite academy for all sort of omegas, whenever you were in poverty or luxury. Private security. International ties. A direct pipeline to omega governance.
And he said no?
Katsuki blinked. "Wait. Aurelia came to you, and you just... turned it down?" His voice dropped into something unreadable.
Izuku met his eyes. For a second, the room didn't exist.
"Of course I did," he said, like it was obvious. "What would be the point of being somewhere like that if I can't be near you?"
... The silence was deafening.
A chopstick clattered to the floor in the back. Someone choked on juice.
"I told them I didn't want to be treated like some fragile glass," Izuku continued, ignoring the sound of someone dying in the background. "I wanted to go to school. A normal one. And I wanted..." He hesitated. His fingers tightened on the edge of his lunchbox. "I wanted to be where you were."
Katsuki's eyes widened for a half a second- and then his entire body went still, the tip of his ears going red. He looked like someone had gut-punched him and kissed him in the same breath.
His voice came out rough, "Idiot. You can't speak like that."
Izuku chuckled, "I missed you, Kacchan." He said softly,
A quiet tsk escaped Katsuki's lips before uttering the words that might sent the class into overdrive. "I missed you, too, Izuku."
The air in the classroom felt impossibly heavy. Even the faint scrape of a chair in the back sounded loud.
Katsuki's ruby eyes never left Izuku. He had spent the last few weeks longing and simmering, and now, after talking to Izuku again, that tension was unbearable.
He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, gaze sharp. "Feed me," he said bluntly, without hesitation.
The words cut through the quiet. A small gasp spread around the room. Alphas and betas alike froze, staring in disbelief.
Feed... him? A male omega? In front of everyone?
Izuku blinked, his turn to turn pink. He swallowed and looked down at his bento for a second before looking at Katsuki. "Wh-what about your lunch?"
"I forgot at home." Katsuki said as if it was obvious.
"Ah- Alright." Izuku said, he picked up a small piece of rice ball with his chopsticks. He leaned toward Katsuki, close enough that the tip of his elbow brushed the blond's arm. His voice soft, almost shy. "Open up, Kacchan."
Katsuki didn't move, letting it hover for a few more second, as if he was savouring the moment. Then he finally leaned forward and open his mouth. Taking the rice ball, he chew quietly, his eyes didn't leave Izuku's.
The classroom exploded. A few alphas stifled coughs. Betas whispered behind their hands.
"Did... he just..?"
"Wow, Bakugou have no shame."
"In front of eveyone?!"
"Are they flirting? Or just... really close friends.."
"They are obviously flirting. Look at them!"
But Izuku and Katsuki didn't care. The world outside their little bubble could burn and they wouldn't notice. Katsuki reached for the next bite before Izuku could think, and Izuku let him, smiling at how naturally it flowed.
Katsuki chew and swallow, then repeat. Then, he asked the question that been swimming in his head ever since Izuku told him why he has no contact for a whole month. "So... what happened when you went to Aurelia?"
Izuku froze slightly at the question, then looked up, calm. His green eyes metting Katsuki's red ones.
"It... went well, I guess."
Katsuki leaned forward a little, "You're lying. I know you are."
Izuku sighed, "How can tell so easily I'm lying? It's not fair, Kacchan." He wasn't whining, but very close to it.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, "Just tell me, nerd."
Izuku smiled at the familliar call-name, it wasn't an insulted, at least not one that Izuku take offence of.
"Fine, fine." Izuku said softly, smiling a little, he picked up another rice ball and naturally fed it to Katsuki.
...
The gates of the Aurelia Institute shimmered with polished gold, flanked by massive stone archways carved with the crests of ancient omega bloodlines. Every detail of the campus screamed perfection- flawless gardens, pristine white buildings, and the sweet scent of magnolias thick in the air.
But Izuku felt cold. Not because of the air, but because every step further into campus felt like stepping away from everything he wanted.
"Incredible, isn't it?" said one of the escorts beside him- an older beta woman in a deep blue uniform. "Only omegas are invited here. And you, young sir, are the most rarest of them all."
Izuku forced a polite smile, he looked around- only omega students walked the gardens. All of them girls dressed in immaculate uniforms. Surrounded by security detail,walking like royalty but smiling like prisoners.
Every students had at least two guards shadowing their steps. Not a single Alpha or Beta peer in sight.
"Do I... have to be escorted everywhere?" Izuku asked softly.
The woman blinked at him as through the question was strange. "Of course. It's protocol. Male omega are never left alone. That wouldn't be safe, would it?"
Safe for who? Izuku wanted to ask.
The tour continued. The classroom were beautiful- white marble floors, state-of-the-art holographic blackboards. Every desk was custom-sized. Every students monitored for health, pheromones levels, and mood.
There was even a music garden, where omegas praticed classical instruments to "soothe their biology."
"You'll never be hurt here," his escort smiled, her voice sweet. "No alphas. No betas. No chaos. Only safety, luxury, and a future designed just for you."
Izuku's mouth went dry.
He didn't want a designed future. He wanted to choose.
He wanted the smell of caramel smoke in the air. The loud, explosive voice that yelled too much and protected even more. The way the blond alpha never treated him like glass.
Even when he knew he was rare.
The final stop was a private viewing suite, where a panel of government officials waited behind one-way glass, watching him from behind a silent wall.
A woman stood near the glass, clipboard in hand. "You'll get used to it," she said gently. "You're not just a student here, Izuku. You're national treasure. One day, your lineage will shape the future."
Izuku stared at the glass, his reflection faintly visible.
Then he whispered; "But... What if I want to be a hero?"
Silence. Then a small, pitying smile. "Male omegas don't need to be heroes, darling. They're meant to be protected, not to protect."
That was it.
That was the moment.
Izuku's fists clenched at his sides, and he turned away from the glass. He didn't wait for permission. Didn't say goodbye. He simply walked out- ignoring the gasps, ignoring the calls of his name.
That night, his mother received the government's offer package. A private dorm, round-the-clock health support, a custom-tailored life.
Izuku pushed the file off the table and said only one thing.
"I'm going where Kacchan goes."
And they couldn't stop him.
...
"So yeah, that's pretty much what happened." Izuku said as he shrugged slighty. Katsuki frowned, glared deepening.
"Those bastards wanted to lock you up in a golden cage? I'm gonna kill them."
"You can't do that Kacchan." Izuku said as he looked at the blond. And the class can't help but agree with Izuku. But, in a way, understand Katsuki's anger.
The bell rang, signaling the start of the next lesson. Chairs scraped softly as students settled down, still whispering in low tones about the earlier lunch break.
Katsuki scowled a bit tense at first, but relaxed as Izuku leaned slightly toward him, putting away his empty bento and arranging his books.
"You okay?" Izuku asked softly as he looked at Katsuki.
"Yeah, just annoyed that our lunch over." Katsuki answered as he looked at Izuku.
Izuku smiled faintly, nudging a notebook closer. "We can walk home together after school."
Katsuki's amber eyes flicked to him, "Sure, I would like that."
Around them, classmates still glanced in their direction. Betas whispered quietly to each other, trying to piece together why Bakugou, the class terror, wasn’t flipping out. Alphas shifted uncomfortably in their seats, some trying to maintain their composure, others stealing glances at the unusual pair.
But Katsuki and Izuku didn’t care.
They passed notes under the desk, small drawings, or just quiet observations about the lesson. No one could see it clearly, but their connection was obvious to them, and that was enough.
When the teacher called for answers, Katsuki responded sharply, eyes on his work. Izuku leaned in slightly to whisper a hint. Katsuki glanced at him, rolled his eyes, but answered correctly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Cheating,” he muttered.
“Helping,” Izuku corrected softly, grinning.
By the end of the lesson, the whispers around the room had quieted a little. Students were curious, yes, but they also noticed that the two of them weren’t a problem. Katsuki hadn’t caused a scene. Izuku wasn’t fragile or in need of constant protection.
When the bell rang for the next class, a few students lingered to glance at them as they packed up. Katsuki and Izuku stood side by side, moving in sync without needing to speak.
No one said anything. No one dared.
And that was fine with them.
They didn’t need approval. They had each other — and that was more than enough.