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Eleven years ago today, Izuku stood with his clunky, lemon-colored backpack strung over his shoulders, clutching a notebook as he furiously scribbled into the margins of his hero notes.
A man had clasped him on the shoulder and told him he could be a hero someday. As a beta, maybe that would have been possible, but as a quirkless beta? That dream died at four years old.
Still, some small, naive part of him held onto the hope that things would change for him, that he’d become a hero the way people like Kacchan were destined to, but not all men were created equal.
Not all men were Alpha’s, staggering in height and built with pure muscle, gifted with a quirk so powerful it could singe off your eyebrows.
So when he applied to the hero course, he didn’t get in. But the principal noticed his intellect and drive, and he was accepted for a different course, the business course.
Izuku wasn’t quite sure he fit in among his business-savvy classmates, who’d all promptly hunkered down and studied for an incoming job in sales or public relations. That was until Izuku had found his way around a camera.
All those years of sketching heroes had given him an artistic eye for photography, and he felt a pure rush of adrenaline when he’d snap the perfect shot of his favorite heroes passing by. Writing came just as easily, as he knew so much more about these heroes than most lazy journalists did.
His own blog had skyrocketed in fame, and soon, he was enlisted in an internship at Japan’s largest hero news agency.
By the time he’d graduated, Izuku was a force to be reckoned with. A quirkless, useless beta had made it to the top of his career in a few years flat, while Kacchan struggled with his PR nightmares as he stumbled down the ranks. Icarus falling from grace.
So today, a grin takes his face as he holds the camera between his hands, scanning his press pass at the gate with the strength-quirked security guard. He muttered under his breath about how it must work but quickly stopped as he walked in.
Crowded places like this always stunk of pheromones, but it was manageable for beta’s like Izuku, whose senses were more subdued. People walked by in an array of costumes, cosplaying their favorite pros. There were quite a few All Might’s in attendance, but what caught Izuku’s eyes more was the rare, underground heroes.
Eraserhead’s, MindJack’s, and even some Tsukoyomi’s. Then there were the more obvious choices. The new number one hero, Shoto, flooded the halls, which wasn’t surprising, as Izuku knew he’d be in attendance today, as would all of the top five. Including the man who he’d seen cosplayed a few times today. Kacchan.
Or, ‘Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.’ A mouthful no one bothered to entertain. It seemed after all this time, Kacchan hadn't changed much, but his power and drive had secured him a spot at number three.
The only thing holding him back from his dream of number one was the god-awful scandals he’d gone through. He screamed at civilians instead of carefully reassuring them, yelled at his teammates, and disobeyed orders to win above all else.
Izuku didn’t envy the people in charge of cleaning up Kacchan’s mess. Today, he was hoping to create a new heaping pile of trash for his PR team to cry over. After all, Kacchan has been scheduled to meet privately with a seasoned journalist in an effort to improve his reputation, and who better than world renowned Izuku Midoriya?
He smirked as he walked through the halls, counting down the numbers out loud with a quiet mutter until he reached the room he’d been looking for. Number eleven, marked in a gold-plated placard. He creaked open the door, adjusting his suit and tie as he took in the set before them.
Interns bustled in and out of the hallway holding clipboards or trays of coffee, cameramen adjusted their stances and fiddled with their cameras’ settings, and the lighting directors made sure Kacchan looked his best in their warm glow.
And he sure did. Even after all these years, the one thing Izuku couldn’t take back, couldn’t erase, was the beauty of Bakugo Katsuki. He was tall. Even sitting down, Izuku could see his broad shoulders and straightened back, muscle peaked through the lines of his white buttoned shirt. His light blonde hair practically glowed in the ambient light, and when those ruby eyes turned to lock with his, he tried to resist hitching his breath.
He thought he’d relish this moment, the wide-eyed stare, his slacked jaw, and the way his muscles locked. Instead, Izuku felt nervous, as if he were the one who’d done something wrong.
But things were different now. Izuku held all of the power in the palm of his hand—another benefit of being a ‘useless beta, ’ as Kacchan would have put it.
He tried to tear his eyes away from Kacchan’s Adam’s apple as it bobbed in a disbelieving gulp, a bead of sweat dropping from his forehead and down his chin before his makeup artists could catch it.
He sat back in his chair, acting as if this were any other interview, as if Bakugo Katsuki was any other Hero.
He avoided eye contact at all costs, not wanting to see what expression the man had settled into. It wouldn’t matter soon enough, not when the director yelled-
“Action!”
“Pro Hero Dynamight, what a pleasure it is to meet you here today!” He beamed, his smile taut, and practiced. “My name is Midoriya Izuku, and I’ll be your interviewer here for today.” His eyes locked onto Kacchan’s, and for a moment, he saw regret. His usually spicy scent turning dull and sour. For a moment, just a moment, he faltered.
“-T-Today, we’ll be going through your past in an effort to learn what your future is going to look like in the coming months, Dynamight.” He struggled not to let that simple nickname leave his lips. It seems even after all this time, Izuku was still just a young boy with stars in his eyes and admiration for an Alpha.
Kacchan didn’t bother to smile, despite his team’s silent prompting, instead, he looked dazed and confused.
“In the first year of your professional career-“ He cleared his throat. “You were assigned to a mission as a pro, but you refused to listen to your superiors, and as a result, a woman was injured. How did you atone for this Dynamight?”
Kacchan blinked dumbly, and his team exchanged worried looks. Clearly, they’d been told that this was a fluff piece, and all Izuku could do was grin.
That scent of spice returned with a passion now, tickling his senses more than it usually would. He was riling Kacchan up now, and it wouldn’t take long for him to blow.
“Or how about this last summer, when you received a new intern, who ran out of your building in tears an hour after her shift had started? It was your meeting with her that left her running for the hills, wasn’t it?” Izuku asked, his eyes sparkling with delight. Kacchan bristled, the heat of his scent intensifying.
“Or what about-“
“What is this?” Kacchan rumbled.
“An interview, Dyanmight. Are you unaccustomed to these?” He teased, delighting in the flash of anger in Kacchan’s eyes. He couldn’t hurt him here, not with a camera in his face. On this set, Izuku was invincible, holding more power than even the great pro hero Dynamight.
Still, a flash of anxiety still panged in his gut, and sweat started to bead. He could do this. He just had to keep pushing.
“But that’s not the reason you're only third in the rankings, is it?” He smiled at the sting that gave Kacchan’s ego. “It’s because of the rumors that you had discriminated against the quirkless in your youth, wasn’t it?”
Kacchan’s jaw twitched, but his eyes softened. “But those are just rumors, aren’t they, Kacchan?” He hadn’t realized his mistake until Kacchan looked at him differently, with… pity? And if that wasn’t an easy way to enrage Izuku, he didn’t know what was.
He shot out of his seat at the same time Kacchan had, and soon enough, his wrist had been grasped by the pro, dragging them into a trailer outside of their set while the Director yelled cut. Izuku struggled in his firm grip, but the Alpha wouldn’t relent, his scent almost… calming in its turbulent nature. Like an apology to his senses. His grip wasn’t as tight as he’d have expected either; it didn’t bruise his skin or leave burning marks. It felt controlled, calm.
Which was ridiculous, of course. Besides, he’d never been able to smell Kacchan’s emotions very well, only his anger. That burning stench had been stuck in his nostrils for years. Now, it smelled like warm katsudon. He wanted the smell of ash back.
When the trailer door shut closed behind him, Izuku finally ripped his hand out of Kacchan’s grip, relishing in his heartbroken expression.
“Izuku-“
“ Izuku? Not Deku?” He laughed. “Not useless beta? Or quirkless loser?” His laughter devolved into snorts, which devolved into sniffles. “You can spare me the pity, oh great hero Dynamight.” He drawled, sarcasm dripping like venom from a snake’s fangs.
“Izuku, I’m sorry. ” He pleaded, and something in Izuku’s brain snapped, his skin burning beneath his skin.
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?” He cackled, catching his breath in between fits of angry huffs. “Where was that apology in middle school? Or in UA? Or two fucking minutes ago, with the camera in between us?”
That smell of ash returned, though still muted. Izuku smiled. “You’d really want that? For me to apologize to you in front of everyone? To bow to the floor and beg for forgiveness?” Izuku’s face soured.
“-Cause I’ll do it. Whatever it takes to make you accept my apology. Or to-“ Izuku blinked slowly, like he’d been slapped as Kacchan continued to speak.
His breath quickened, and his skin was starting to feel like lava, with sweat beading down the back of his neck. “Who are you?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, Izuku.” His voice was so soft, and his scent smelled so sweet and warm. He must be running a fever. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he tried not to sway on his feet while Kacchan sniffed.
“Are you- are you okay?” Kacchan asked, and Izuku laughed again.
“Am I okay?” He scoffed. “I’m a fucking journalist, I’ve won a goddamn Pulitzer, Kacchan-“
“-No, I meant- Are you okay like, physically? You look terrible.” When did Kacchan get so close? He needed to back up, it was getting hot.
“Sorry I don’t look good enough to confront you over bullying me-“ A sharp cramp slammed into his gut, and he stumbled into Kacchan’s ready arms, leaning against him for strength as his stomach tried to rip itself apart “Hng-“
Suddenly, a new cloying scent exploded around them, like snickerdoodles and pine trees if they were a too strong bottle of perfume, drenching the small enclosed area of Kacchan’s trailer.
Kacchan rushed to sit Izuku on the bed, hurrying to cover his nose as soon as he did. Izuku wrinkled his nose in disgust; the bed was wet beneath him.
It was so hot that he could barely think. He needed relief, so he began to rip the tie off his neck, nearly choking himself in the process.
“Stop! Stop-“ Kacchan was so close, that if he leaned forward, their heads would clink together. He nearly laughed, but stopped as Kacchan carefully removed his tie.
He moved his hands to start ripping at his buttons, and Kacchan’s eyes widened. “No- don’t-“ he bit his tongue. “You have to keep that on, damn it.” He turned to leave, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
Anxiety spiked through Izuku’s entire body, and suddenly, he was rushing forward and knocking the phone out of his hand, landing on top of Kacchan as the phone clacked onto the ground with a sharp crack.
He waited for the anger, for the scent of ash, but it didn’t come. Instead, the scent of warm katsudon grew stronger, and he leaned in to sniff at Kacchan’s neck. The smell seemed to ease his pain.
“Izuku, how long have you known you were an omega?” He asked, slowly, calmly, like Izuku couldn’t understand him anymore. Maybe he couldn’t.
“What?” What? He’s a beta. He always has been. It was just another failure in a long, long list of his genetics. Another reason he was useless to all of society, another reason he had to fight to prove himself, fight to be seen.
No one presents this late, it’s unheard of. And yet…
Oh god.
Oh.
He scrambled back, then whined at the loss of contact. Trapped between embarrassment and the need for contact.
Kacchan reached for his phone, then growled as the screen refused to light up. “Damn it. I’ll go get-“
“No!” Izuku nearly yelped. Then, he slammed his jaw shut. What was wrong with him, he was supposed to be livid. He was supposed to be getting the revenge he’d always wanted, and now here he was, mewling for comfort.
“Izuku, I can’t- I can’t stay.” He covered his nose with his shirt like Izuku’s scent repulsed him, like he was nothing more than a street rat.
Izuku felt his face snarl into anger, something he couldn’t recognize in himself. “Did you enjoy leaving me the first time, Kacchan? Was it fun to go play hero while I studied my ass off to get even a fraction of what was handed to you at birth? Was it nice to finally be rid of the useless Deku!” He yelled, enjoying the way his throat burned with hatred.
Kacchan’s lip curled back in anger, showing off his sharp teeth. Izuku’s gut flipped.
He stalked forward, quicker than lightning, and picked Izuku up like he weighed nothing. Slamming him onto the soft bed and pinning him onto the mattress. Kacchan grasped one of his hands, then used it to press into his crotch, letting Izuku feel his hardening length.
“Is this what you want?” He snarled, his voice a whisper beside his ear. “For me to breed you? To ruin you?” He quickly shoved himself back, panting as his face glistened with sweat.
Izuku grabbed his hand back sharply, bringing it to his own crotch. “Take responsibility, you useless mutt.” Grinding his leaking cock into Kacchan’s warm hand.
His eyes widened, dilating. “Fuck you- you don’t want this!”
“Don’t tell me what I want!” Izuku yelled, grabbing Kacchan by the front of his shirt and pulling him close until their lips smashed together, fighting in an angry, searing kiss.
He needed more; his entire body felt like he’d been set on fire, and Kacchan’s warmth was the only solace. He needed more. He needed everything. He bit into the other man’s lip until he tasted the metallic twang of blood, licking it off and opening his mouth for more.
Kacchan’s hands gripped the middle of his shirt and tugged. Buttons fly off and clatter around the room, his shirt open and waiting. He wastes no time mouthing at the pink blushed skin, licking a stripe up his neck to his ear, biting the lobe, and tugging slightly before crawling down to his scent gland and grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin.
Izuku gasps at the contact, arching into Kacchan in an attempt to grind onto his thigh, which instead pins him down. He whines, “more-“
“You’ll take what I give you,” Kacchan growls, and he feels the slick intensify with that response, going pliant in his arms before his defiance kicks back in. He lunges forward, sinking his teeth into the scent gland on Kacchan’s neck, lapping up the blood that follows.
Soon enough, Kacchan’s hands comply, unfastening his belt and tugging his pants down until his cock springs free, red and wanting, with precum dribbling down the tip as it bobs and twitches for attention. He doesn’t pay attention to that, just flips Izuku into his stomach and shoves him into the mattress.
He can hear Kacchan working on his own belt, the clinking of metal, and the hiss of leather as it slides out of his belt loops. Soon enough, he can feel his hard, thick length pressing at his entrance.
It doesn’t take long for him to slide in, an easy glide with all of the slick pouring down his thighs. His hands are pressed onto either side of the bed by Kacchan’s warm grip, a once chilling sensation now a comfort, a need.
He tries to arch back, to fuck himself on Kacchan’s length before he’s stopped by a growl. “What kind of idiot goes into heat for the first time at twenty-five?”
Izuku snarls, enjoying the taste of their intermingled scents in the air. “The kind of idiot you’re gonna knot in five minutes flat, if you even last that long.”
Kacchan curses under his breath, muttering questions about where Izuku got such a mouth on him. When Izuku turns to retort, Kacchan steals a kiss, fighting for control as his tongue licks against the Omega’s open mouth.
The loud slapping of flesh and the heavy stench of pheromones fill the air, creating an intoxicating rhythm that they lose themselves in.
Izuku’s gotten creative with his free time , having explored his back end a few times, fumbling with fingers and lube as he worked himself over, but this was entirely new. His slick was a constant stream of lubricant, and Kacchan’s cock was thicker and longer than his fingers, reaching deep inside his core and slamming against the prostate.
Soft hands were petting through his hair, but he wanted more. He didn’t need a gentle Alpha to dote on him. He wanted to be pulled and tugged and challenged so he could fight back and enjoy his win. Then, finally, when those fingers enclosed and pulled back, he grinned in delight.
This is who he wanted, who he needed, not this gentle, idyllic Alpha, who softly cares for their sweet, innocent Omega.
Five minutes ago, Izuku was not an Omega at all, and he does not want to be coddled. He wants the same heat and intensity that coils in his gut, reaching out for more in a violent grab.
A loud banging knock slams against the trailer door, and Kacchan’s eyes are squinted daggers when he turns, a trained weapon with pupils so blown they look like the night sky.
“Sir Dynamight? We need you back on set in-“
A snarl loud as a lightning crack strikes through the air, and that scent of spice and ash is back, nearing choking Izuku with it. He loves it, needs it. But most importantly, God he wants it.
The poor intern seems to get the message, leaving them back to their calculated dance of hatred and instincts, mixed with the sweet smell of their combined arousal.
It’s almost enough, but not quite, not quite- His back arches off of the mattress, keening with a high-pitched whine for more.
He feels it then, something bigger at just the base of the cock still buried inside him, and he realizes with a start what it is.
The stretch sets him alight, his body accommodating with ease, he was made for this, made for this moment, made for Kacchan.
As soon as he feels the warmth of cum inside, there’s breath on his neck, and he turns his head to give access to what he instinctively knows comes next, a bite sinking into flesh.
The pain is sharp, but it is nothing compared to the sudden connection he feels, his heart growing to accommodate the presence of another. Their lives play out on a film reel, and he can see the past that rolls out.
Scrapped knees and broken promises, friendships shattering like glass over simple misunderstandings.
The feeling of his scent flooding his nose, the pull he never quite understood, the connection he could never seem to sever.
The burning hands that always made his skin feel too warm, the way he wanted them to hold him instead of sting.
Seeing his face passing in the halls, always hiding behind classmates and ducking his head, all the while scrambling to get a look.
That burning hatred, that passion, always covering up what he really felt. Loss.
Something that had been missing nearly all his life finally slots into view with the present, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs now strewn together in his trailer's bed.
If he tries, he can picture their future just as easily.
Lunch breaks at work, stolen kisses, and messy make-outs, the rush of love, racing home as the rain pours, too delighted to care about the weight of water between them.
It’s under the bridge.
When he looks to his side and sees those red eyes locked onto his own, he can see the love that pours through. Overflowing.
“Are you- Is this?” He frets, and Izuku just smiles.
This is okay; this is more than okay.
“I think we’ve denied our instincts long enough, Kacchan.” And suddenly, they’re kissing again, slower, a choice now, a decision they get to make for the rest of their lives, intertwined together.
Number three, Pro Hero Dynamight mysteriously mated. Who is the mystery omega?
Taneo Tokuda - September 21st
The number three hero, Bakugo Katsuki, better known as Pro Hero Dynamight, was seen leaving the convention center with a fresh mating mark and a mysterious Omega by his side. Anonymous staff reports confirm that there was the smell of an Omega in heat in the man’s trailer and that soon after, filming for the day was canceled.
It was later disclosed that the Omega in question was none other than award-winning journalist Midoriya Izuku. When asked to comment on their recent mating, he smiled but politely declined. When Dynamight was asked to comment at a press junket, he threatened the lives of the journalists and said it was “None of your damn business.” Despite their lack of comment, the two can often be seen in public, happily mated.
Embedded photo: [Image of Pro hero Dynamight kissing the cheek of Izuku Midoriya.]
Embedded photo: [Image of Pro Hero Dynamight yelling at reporters during a press junket.]
Embedded photo: [Video of the mated pair seen walking while holding hands in Takoba beach.]