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Izuku Midoriya stood before a new batch of eager faces in Class 1-A. His heart swelled with pride as he saw the students' enthusiasm for the subject matter. Teaching at UA High was a new chapter in his life, and every day brought its own set of challenges and rewards.

“Alright, class,” Izuku began, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “Today’s lesson will focus on the theory of Quirk interactions. Understanding how different Quirks can complement or counteract each other is crucial for any hero.”

He moved to the board, writing down key concepts as he continued. “In combat, knowing how your Quirk interacts with others can make the difference between success and failure. It’s not just about using your power—it's about understanding the dynamics of teamwork and strategy.”

As the students took notes and asked questions, Izuku felt a familiar sense of fulfillment. He was no longer the one in the spotlight, but guiding others to find their own paths. It was a rewarding experience, even if it was different from the high-stakes battles he used to face.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Izuku quickly gathered his things and headed to the café just outside the school, where he had arranged to meet Ochaco Uraraka. The sun was shining, casting a warm glow over the bustling campus.

When he arrived at the café, he spotted Ochaco sitting at their usual table, a bright smile on her face. She waved him over as he approached.

“Deku! Over here!” Ochaco called out, her excitement evident.

Izuku waved back, making his way to the table. “Hey, Ochaco! Sorry I’m a bit late. Class went a little over time.”

“No problem,” Ochaco said with a cheerful grin. “I just got here myself. How’s teaching going?”

“It’s going really well,” Izuku replied as he sat down. “The students are great. It’s different from being a hero, but it’s rewarding in its own way.”

Ochaco nodded, sipping her coffee. “That’s awesome to hear. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. So, how’s that otome game you’re obsessed with?”

Izuku’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Oh, Love and Deep Space? It’s fantastic. The storyline is so intense, and the battles are really engaging. It kind of reminds me of… you know, the battles we used to face.”

Ochaco’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Really? I thought it was just because of the characters. What’s so special about it?”

Izuku hesitated, then said, “Well, the main character fights against cosmic threats, just like we fought villains like All For One. There’s something comforting about it—the idea of fighting against overwhelming odds. It helps me relive that sense of purpose.”

Ochaco leaned in, a teasing smile on her lips. “Oho. But I know it’s more focused on romance. An omega main character fighting cosmic threats with smoking hot alphas in line for the MC to pick. Which one is your favorite again? Was it Sylus, you keep gushing about him.”

Izuku blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment. “Yeah, Sylus is great. He’s strong and passionate, he appears to be rough and stoic outside but if you breakdown his walls, he’s so…vulnerable. He is also, so—”

“Hot? Sexy? You wanna taste him bad? You want him to mount you and breed you good? Like a strong, dominant alpha he is?”  Ochaco grinned and finished for him.

Izuku groaned and covered his face with his arms. “Ochaco! It’s not like that... he-he’s good-looking okay, but it’s not—ugh” Izuku shrunk on his seat, face as bright as a cherry tomato.

Ochaco’s cackled, amused by Izuku’s lousy attempt of denial. “Hmm not that, you say. You like him because he is a great character. Not because if you just turn the silver hair to pale blond, make it a bit spiky, put a permanent scowl on his face and shouts at you, he doesn’t remind you of someone? Someone you’ve been dying to mount you and breed you good, that when your heat came, you called me and cried so much because he smelt so good in the dorms, and you want to present so bad?”

Izuku looked up at her best friend and gaped at her. Izuku’s still bright red face, his heart thundering. “Ochaco! It only happened once! Once! I was out of suppressants that time, I trusted you to forget about it.”

Ochaco’s laughter filled the air as she continued teasing him. “Can’t do, Deku. It’s already in my memory drive. But I didn’t hear any denial about them looking so much alike just the hair color separating them.” she raised her brows and wiggled them at Izuku.

Izuku stammered, trying to find the right words. “W-Well, I mean… Sylus does remind me of Kacchan in some ways. The relentless drive, the power… it’s a bit similar. And the red eyes, too.”

Ochaco’s eyes softened with understanding. “It’s okay to have those feelings, Izuku. You’re drawn to Sylus because he embodies traits you admire—traits you’ve seen in Bakugo. It’s natural.”

Izuku nodded slowly, his blush fading as he absorbed Ochaco’s words. “Yeah… I guess you’re right. It’s just hard to admit sometimes.”

Ochaco shrugged, “I don’t see any wrong admitting those feelings to the man himself. Why not give it a chance and tell him?”

Izuku’s emerald orbs widened, “What? No way! Kacchan will kill me. We’re friends and have the best relationship now compared before, I don’t want to lose it. I can’t take it if we revert to our past again.”

The beta hero placed her hand on the omega’s shoulder. “I know, but I believe that Bakugo is beyond his middle school self. He is a changed person, and I see that he cares for you so much. He does not want to lose you, too. Besides, fantasizing Sylus to mount you is subpar to a real alpha mounting you.” Ochaco winked at him. Izuku groaned again.

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics as they enjoyed their lunch. Ochaco regaled Izuku with stories from her latest missions, and he listened with genuine interest. When their meal came to an end, they parted ways, with Izuku heading back to UA to finish grading papers.

As he worked, his mind wandered back to Love and Deep Space. Playing the game had become a way for him to escape and relive the thrill of being a hero. The characters, especially Sylus, held a special place in his heart, serving as a reminder of the strength and resolve he admired.

After finishing his grading, Izuku pulled out his phone and opened the game once more. He found himself lost in the story, navigating through dialogues with renewed focus.

“Relax, you can handle it.”

The gruff in Sylus’s voice made him shiver. Now that Ochaco pointed it out, they even sound the same. It is just that Sylus’ pitch is much lower, but if Katsuki lowers his pitch and tone down, it’s really no difference at all.

“Enjoying the view, kitten?”

Izuku whimpered on his seat, as the dialogue progressed and him pressing options and buttons, the image of Sylus is slowly morphing into a spiky blond hair with a feral grin. The Sylus in the game was doing boxing. Punches thrown to the punching bag, and he invited the MC to join him and spar with him.

“Spar with me, kitten.”

“Spar with me, Deku”

Izuku moaned imagining the times him and Katsuki were sparring and Izuku was being pinned on the ground. “Kacchan~”

But just as he was about to get fully immersed, there was a knock on his office door.

Izuku looked up, surprised to see Katsuki Bakugo, on his full hero costume, standing in the doorway, a scowl on his face. “K-Kacchan? What’s up?” Izuku immediately stood up and frantically arranged himself, wiping his face in case he drooled a little.

Katsuki crossed his arms, looking slightly impatient. “Deku. I fucking texted you last night that I’m in town today and that we’ll have dinner.”

Izuku blinked in surprise. “Dinner? Oh right! I’m sorry Kacchan. I just got so busy. I have many papers to grade and lesson plans to finish.”

“Tch. Nerd ass teacher. So, you coming or what? Want me to drag you out?” Katsuki huffed and put one hand on his waist, signaling impatience.

“Just let me grab my bag. Just a minute!” Izuku grabbed his bag and made sure to bring the papers home so he can finish his task still.

“Geez hopefully Kacchan did not saw me fantasizing about him. Izuku get a grip of yourself!” he internally scolded himself.

“Double time, nerd! Slow ass nerd teacher, fucking Deku.” Katsuki grumbled.

“Hey! That’s too much! Kacchan is so mean!” Izuku retorted as he reached the door where Katsuki is waiting.

Katsuki raised his brow in defiance but held his tongue to snap back. “Can we just go? I’m starving. What do you want to eat, nerd?”

“Hmm. Is Kacchan paying?” Izuku grinned to the explosion hero.

Katsuki gave a short laugh, “You know I will. So where?”

“I want to eat ramen. I’m close to my heat so I’m craving something warm and tasty.”

Katsuki hitched a breath a little, hearing the nerd’s mention of his cycle. No wonder Izuku has been smelling good than usual.

“Fine, hold on to me, we’ll blast through the air.” Katsuki gave him a feral grin. Eyes burning with excitement. Emerald orbs mirrored the emotion and gladly jumped behind Dynamight’s back, latching himself like an overgrown koala.

“Can’t you buy a car? This is against hero protocol.” Izuku chided but the thrill of excitement laced his voice. Hands clasped around Katsuki’s neck and legs around his waist.

“I already have one. I just know you like this better, with that nerdy ass you have. We’ll take the car next time. But now, I want you to feel how fun it is again to just blast through the air. Ready, nerd?”

“You won’t let me fall, right?”

“Tch, how can I call myself a hero if I let you get hurt. Besides, if you fall, I’ll surely catch you, as the great alpha I am.” Katsuki turned his head sideways meeting Izuku’s eyes. Rubies met emeralds. They gaze at each other for a while, Izuku smiling and Katsuki quirking a smirk. “You trust me, Izuku?”

“Always, Kacchan.”

“Then let’s get that tasty ramen for a whiny omega.”

They blasted through the air with Katsuki securing his hold of Izuku’s legs and letting his support items gave them the blast they need to propel further. Izuku’s shrieks of delight and genuine laugh made Katsuki join him as well. They enjoyed the city lights blur and inhaled the gentle breeze of the night sky, together.

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Izuku strolled through the aisles of the grocery store, his mind buzzing with thoughts of his students, his work, and the future. As he rounded a corner, his eyes caught sight of a vibrant display. The shelves were stocked with cans of Red Riot Energy Drink—the bold, fiery design featuring a grinning Eijiro Kirishima, his signature crimson hair and sharp teeth proudly displayed. Izuku couldn’t help but smile.

Kirishima’s really made a name for himself,” Izuku thought, grabbing a can. “Always pushing himself to be the best, just like in school.”

As he continued down the aisle, another familiar face greeted him—Uravity Strawberry Milk, with Ochaco’s bright, cheerful smile plastered across the carton. The sight brought back memories of their time at UA, and how she always had a knack for lifting people’s spirits.

Next, he saw Chargebolt Energy Bars, with Denki Kaminari striking a cool pose, electricity crackling around him. The slogan read, "Unleash Your Potential," and Izuku chuckled to himself. Denki always had a flair for the dramatic.

Further down, he found a display of Invisible Girl Sunblock. The product was advertised with a playful image of Toru Hagakure, the caption reading, "You may not see her, but your skin will feel the difference!" Izuku grinned, amused by the clever marketing.

On another shelf, Momo’s Miracle Mix—a pre-workout supplement endorsed by Momo Yaoyorozu—caught his eye. The sleek, elegant packaging perfectly matched Momo’s refined demeanor. Izuku admired her dedication and intelligence, qualities that had made her one of the top heroes.

Finally, there was Earphone Jack Headphones featuring Kyoka Jirou, the packaging adorned with soundwaves and her sharp, no-nonsense expression. The tagline read, "Feel the Beat, Hear the World." Izuku smiled, knowing that Jiro’s love for music had always been as strong as her heroism.

Izuku felt a surge of pride for his classmates, seeing how far they’d come. He didn’t regret becoming a teacher; in fact, he was glad to be contributing to the next generation of heroes. While he wasn’t on the frontlines anymore, he still felt like he was making a difference.

As he turned into another aisle, lost in his thoughts, a small body suddenly bumped into him. He looked down to see a little girl, no older than three or four, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” a woman’s voice called out, and the child’s mother hurried over. She scooped up the toddler and gave Izuku an apologetic smile. “She’s a bit of a handful sometimes. I hope she didn’t hurt you.”

Izuku shook his head, smiling warmly. “No, not at all. She’s adorable.”

The woman looked at Izuku more closely, then her eyes widened slightly. “Oh, I didn’t realize… Your scent… You must be nearing your heat, aren’t you? Omegas got it hard; you should be careful on your way home.”

Izuku blinked in surprise, his cheeks reddening slightly. “Oh, um, thank you. I’ll be sure to do that.”

The mother smiled kindly and turned to her daughter. “Say goodbye to the nice man, sweetie.”

“Bye-bye!” the little girl chirped, waving her tiny hand before the two walked away.

Izuku watched them go, his heart fluttering with a strange mix of emotions. He had never really considered the idea of having a family—being an Omega and a Pro Hero had always seemed like an impossible combination. But now, seeing that little girl, the thought of having a pup of his own stirred something deep within him.

“It’s nice to think about,” he mused. “Maybe one day…”

Izuku shook off the thought as he reached for a packet of curry. But as he grabbed it, his eyes fell on the nearly empty shelf next to it. A brand of curry that had Katsuki Bakugo’s fierce face plastered on the packaging was almost sold out—Dynamight’s Spicy Curry. The slogan read, "Explode Your Taste Buds."

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh, the sound echoing in the quiet aisle. “Kacchan really is something else. He’s an amazing hero… and I’m sure he’d be an amazing alpha too.”

Izuku’s thoughts drifted to Katsuki as he headed toward the checkout. The alpha was strong, determined, and so relentless in his pursuit to be the most amazing hero that it was impossible not to be drawn to him. And those red eyes… They were like Sylus’s, but even more intense, more real. It’s burning yet…captivating.

As Izuku walked home, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a notification from his Heat Tracker App. His heart skipped a beat as he read the message.

High Chance of Pregnancy Next Week!

Make sure to drink your suppressants or plan a nice getaway with your alpha to take advantage of this opportunity.

Izuku stared at the screen, the words blurring as his thoughts raced. He’d been careful about his heat cycles, always taking his suppressants on time, but the idea of planning for something like this… It made his heart race.

Before he knew it, he was dialing Ochaco’s number. She answered on the second ring, her voice bright and cheerful as always.

“Deku! What’s up?”

“Hey, Ochaco,” Izuku began, trying to keep his voice steady. “I just got a notification from my Heat Tracker App… It’s saying that my heat is coming, and I’ll have a high chance of pregnancy next week.”

There was a brief pause before Ochaco responded. “Oh, wow. Omegas are really built differently to female betas. So, are you planning to go through it alone, or…?”

Izuku hesitated. “I was actually thinking about… maybe trying a heat share for the first time.”

“Really?” Ochaco’s voice was filled with curiosity. “That’s a big step. I thought suppressants work fine with you. So do you want to like just heat share or do you want to have a… pup, Deku?”

Izuku felt a warmth spread through his chest as he considered the question. “I’m not sure … but I don’t want to be bonded yet. I just… want to have a pup. I mean if I can’t be the hero I want, at least my omega can be fulfilled, right?” Izuku tried to laugh a little, but his voice was quivering a little.

“So, who you wanna ask? I think if you’ll ask Todoroki, he’ll agree.”

“What? No. I-I can’t ask him that, oh gods that would be embarrassing! A pup with Shoto? Oh gods no.”

“Well, if you put it that way, it would be awkward. So how about, Monoma? He’s blond.” Ochaco asked, but it can be heard she was still thinking of some names.

“Monoma? Are you for real? And what does being blond got to do with this, please no. I can’t heat share with our friends!”

“Of course, being blond has got to do with this! You’ve been in love with a blond since high school. Besides, why not just ask the apple of your eye directly. I’m sure Bakugo will be so up for it. The way he never strayed away from you after high school and those dinner dates. I believe he’s just waiting for you to ask.”

Izuku was caught off guard, he would gladly present himself to Katsuki but the repercussions of it are something Izuku is very afraid of. “First, those are not dinner dates. Second, no, I can’t. I treasure our friendship so much. Lastly, for the sake of my sanity, I’d rather not have anyone familiar to heat share with.”

There was another pause before Ochaco spoke, her tone thoughtful. “You know, if you really want to heat share without the bonding part, there are ways… Like hiring an alpha or something. Since a lot of omegas are opting for single motherhood recently, many apps like that are thriving too. Just set some rules and agreements. Just knot and go. Seed donation!”

She laughed heartily almost hiccupping, “I’m just kidding okay! Don’t you dare be reckless again!”

“Alpha for hire?” Izuku echoed, his mind racing.

Ochaco chuckled. “Yep! I’ve heard of apps where you can find someone for heat sharing without revealing your identity. They say you can use a mask during the sessions and a scent patch to hide your pheromones.”

Izuku laughed, but it was more nervous than amused. “No way, Ochaco! Haha… That sounds… risky.”

“Yeah, they are risky,” Ochaco replied, her voice returning to its usual lightness. “It might not be the most secure thing. So, don’t try it, okay? I’m just kidding about trying those apps. I’d rather you ask Bakugo to heat share than nameless “extras” as he would say.”

“Yeah of course. I mean, I will not try those apps, and I won’t ask Kacchan either,” Izuku promised, but as he hung up, his mind was already racing with possibilities.

Later that night, alone in his apartment, Izuku found himself browsing through the app store. His heart pounded as he searched, and to his surprise, he found a highly rated app designed for exactly what Ochaco had described.

He stared at the screen, his fingers hovering over the download button. “Is this really what I want?” he thought, his heart racing. “Should I just ask Kacchan? But he’ll just laugh at me. Maybe he’ll think I am so horny and stupid. Or maybe he’ll think I’m baby trapping him with a loveless bonding.” he sighed in defeat.

Finally, with a deep breath, he pressed the button and began to set up his account. As he filled in the details, he couldn’t help but think of Katsuki.

“I just hope I won’t regret this,” Izuku whispered to himself as he completed his profile.

The screen flashed with a confirmation message: Account Created. Your identity is secured. Good luck!

Izuku sighed, closing his eyes. “I’ll just see where this leads…”

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Mina Ashido stretched her arms high above her head as she stepped into the locker room, feeling the satisfying ache of muscles that had been well-used during their patrol. “Man, that was a good workout! Ryukyu really knows how to keep us on our toes.”

Tsuyu Asui, already halfway out of her hero costume, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s always busy when she’s around, but I’m not complaining. Keeps us sharp.”

Ochaco Uraraka, still catching her breath, began peeling off her gloves, her mind wandering to the conversation she’d had with Deku a few nights ago. She hesitated, glancing at her friends, unsure if she should share what was on her mind.

Mina noticed her quietness and raised an eyebrow. “Hey, Ochaco, you’re awfully quiet. Something on your mind?”

Ochaco sighed, sitting down on the bench in front of her locker. “Yeah, actually… I was talking to Deku a few nights ago.”

That got Mina’s attention. She whipped around, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Ooh, Midoriya! Spill the tea, girl!”

Ochaco bit her lip, unsure how to begin. “Well… he told me that his heat’s coming up soon, and he’s been thinking about… you know, trying out a heat share.”

Tsuyu blinked, her expression calm but her tone tinged with surprise. “With whom, Ochaco?”

“That’s the thing…” Ochaco hesitated, glancing at her friends before continuing, “He’s thinking about using one of those apps—you know, the ones that connect you with an Alpha for hire.”

Mina’s jaw dropped and her eyes wide. “Wait, wait, wait! You’re telling me that Deku Sensei, our sweet, innocent Midoriya, is planning to heat share with some random alpha from an app? Why in the world would he do that when we’ve got a whole bunch of great alphas in our class?”

Tsuyu nodded, her voice calm but concerned. “I didn’t think Midoriya would want to do something so risky. Why would he choose strangers when there are people he knows and trusts?”

Ochaco sighed, running a hand through her hair. “He said he doesn’t want any strings attached and it will be very awkward afterwards… He’s worried that if he gets too close to someone he knows, it could complicate things.”

Mina huffed, crossing her arms. “He should just heat share with Bakugo then! It’s so obvious there’s something between them. No, not just heat share, they should be mates already! Bakugo’s always had a thing for Midoriya—why not just do it with him?”

Tsuyu croaked in agreement, her large eyes blinking slowly. “Yeah, Ochaco, Mina has a point. Bakugo may be intense, but he’d take care of Midoriya. Better than risking it with some stranger who’s just looking for a quick cash and knot and then leave. Bakugo would make sure Midoriya’s okay. Especially if it’s his first time.”

Mina nodded enthusiastically, her pink curls bouncing. “Exactly! Bakugo’s rough around the edges, sure, but we all know he’d never let anything bad happen to Midoriya. They’d be perfect for each other.”

Ochaco sighed, her mind swirling with worry. “I know, I know… I’ve been thinking the same thing. I just… I don’t want Deku to make a decision that he’ll regret later. Maybe I should call him tonight and try to talk him out of it, or at least make sure he’s thinking this through. He’s still undecided though if he wants a pup or just an alpha to share his heat.”

Mina grinned, giving Ochaco a playful nudge. “You should! Tell him to get his head out of the clouds and just ask Bakugo already. I mean, we all see it—why can’t they?”

Tsuyu added quietly, “It’s not easy to see something that close to you. But if anyone can get through to Deku, it’s you, Ochaco. Just make sure he knows we’re here for him, no matter what.”

Ochaco nodded, determination filling her voice. “I will. I’ll talk to him tonight, make sure he’s really thought this through. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Mina pumped her fist in the air, her confidence infectious. “That’s the spirit! You’ve got this, Ochaco. And if he doesn’t listen, we’ll just have to knock some sense into him—hero-style!”

The three girls shared a laugh, but underneath the humor, there was a shared concern for their friend. Deku might be a hero, but he was also an omega, and that made him vulnerable in ways they all understood too well.

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The lively atmosphere of the izakaya buzzed with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional shout from a drunken patron. It was a typical night out for the Bakusquad, with Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero gathered around a low table, drinks in hand. Katsuki, however, sat slightly apart, his attention focused on his phone as he typed furiously on the screen.

Katsuki: Have you eaten yet, nerd?

Nerd Sensei: Not yet. I’m still grading papers, might skip dinner tonight.

Katsuki: You better not. Auntie’ll freak if you skip another meal.

Nerd Sensei: I’ll grab something light later, promise.

Katsuki: You better. I’ll drag your ass to a restaurant myself if you don’t.

Katsuki huffed, satisfied that his point had been made. He glanced around the table, noticing that the others were already well on their way to getting drunk. He, on the other hand, had stuck to water, not particularly interested in getting wasted.

Kirishima, red-faced and grinning, raised his glass in Katsuki's direction. “Come on, Bakugo! Don’t be such a stick in the mud! Have a drink with us!”

“Yeah!” Kaminari slurred, swaying slightly in his seat. “You’re always so serious, man! Loosen up a little!”

Katsuki scowled, shoving his phone into his pocket. “I’m fine, idiots. One of us has to stay sober to drag your asses home.”

Mina, already a few drinks in, was in the middle of a story towards Sero, her voice animated and loud. “—and then I told Ochaco, ‘If he’s gonna try that, its better to think things carefully.’ But you know Midoriya, he’s all about risk and danger.”

The mention of Deku caught Katsuki's attention immediately. He leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing as he focused on Mina. “What about Deku?”

Mina waved her hand, nearly spilling her drink in the process. “Oh, just something Ochaco mentioned. Apparently, Midoriya’s been thinking about doing one of those heat shares. You know, with some random alpha from an app.”

Kaminari, who was on the verge of dozing off, suddenly perked up. “Wait, what? Deku? As in Midoriya? On an app?”

Sero, who had been relatively quiet, let out a low whistle. “Wow didn’t see that coming. He’s really gonna do that?”

Mina nodded; her eyes wide with the thrill of gossip. “Yeah! Ochaco said he doesn’t want to bond yet, he just wants to heat share for the first time and if he conceives, it’s just a whole seed donation thingy, no strings attached. But he’sded yet, so we don’t know if he wants to get pregnant or just fuck someone for a change. So, he’s considering this whole heat share thing, but with someone he doesn’t know.”

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Kirishima frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “That doesn’t sound like Midoriya. He’s always been so careful about everything. Why would he do something like that?”

Mina shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. “I don’t know, maybe he’s just curious how heat sharing feels and thinks it’s easier with a stranger. I mean he’s late bloomer for that, we all have our fair share of heat sharing.” She winked at Kirishima, who blushed so hard and spluttered his drink. “Ochaco’s pretty worried about it.” she added.

Katsuki's expression darkened, his grip tightening around the glass in front of him. “He better not do something that fucking stupid,” he muttered, more to himself than to the others.

Mina, who was oblivious to Katsuki's rising temper, continued her babbling. “I mean, Ochaco even joked that he should just ask one of our classmates instead. Like, I don’t know, maybe even you, Bakugo! You two are so close—”

She trailed off when she noticed the look on the alpha's face. His usual scowl was deeper, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else she couldn’t quite place. “Uh, Blasty… you, okay?”

Katsuki pushed his chair back abruptly, standing up so fast it made the others jump. “I need some air,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Without another word, he stormed out of the izakaya, leaving the rest of the group staring after him in stunned silence.

Kirishima was the first to recover, his voice soft with concern. “Do you think he’s… okay?”

Mina bit her lip, realizing that she might have said too much. “I didn’t mean to upset him… I was just—”

Kaminari groaned, rubbing his face with one hand. “Aw, man, Bakugo’s gonna be pissed at us, isn’t he?”

Sero shrugged, looking slightly amused. “When isn’t he pissed at us?”

Kirishima sighed, standing up as well. “I’ll go check on him. You guys stay here.”

As Kirishima left to find Katsuki, Mina couldn’t shake the feeling that she had stirred up something that had been simmering under the surface for a long time. And if there was one thing everyone in Class A knew, it was that when Katsuki Bakugo's temper flared, things were about to get explosive.

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After tossing a wad of cash to Kirishima to cover the drinks, Katsuki made his way down the street, his expression grim. He couldn’t get Mina’s words out of his head. “Deku, you stupid fucking nerd, what the fuck are you thinking?”

He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number, his other hand clenching into a fist as he walked. The line rang a few times before a gruff voice answered.

“Yo, Bakugo. What’s up?” the voice on the other end greeted.

“I need a favor,” Katsuki barked, not wasting any time. “I want you to track something for me. All the alpha for Hire and Babymaker apps out there. See if a specific person made an account.”

The informant on the other end paused, clearly surprised by the request. “That’s a bit out of the ordinary for you, but sure. Send me the details, and I’ll get on it right away.”

Katsuki quickly sent the information, his mind already spinning with possibilities. It wasn’t long before his phone buzzed again, and a notification popped up. The analyst had done his job well—an account had been flagged on an app called “AlphaKnots”.

Katsuki’s blood ran cold as he opened the app and reviewed the details.

The profile preferences were unmistakable:

- Hair Color: Light—Silver or Pale Blond

- Eye Color: Red

- Height: At least 5’10”

- Body Type: Lean, toned, not overly muscular

Katsuki’s heart hammered in his chest as he read the payment terms:

1. Payment: ¥XXX,XXX
2. Payment Transfer: After successful knotting and heat dissipates.
3. Agreement: Both participants to wear masks and scent patches. Alpha has to wear condom to avoid conception. No biting and claiming. The omega will wear a collar.
4. Communication: All contacts should be done in-app and no disclosing of personal information.

His grip on his phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. “This is what Deku wants? To be knotted by some fucking random alpha?”

He felt a surge of anger mixed with something else—something deeper. A protectiveness, maybe. Or was it possessiveness? “Why the hell didn’t Deku come to me? I could give him what he wants. Hell, I’d give him more. He doesn’t need some faceless alpha for this.”

The alpha's frustration boiled over. He couldn’t believe that Deku had resorted to something like this. It was reckless, dangerous even, and it infuriated him that Deku felt he had no other choice.

With a determined scowl, he made a decision. If Deku was going to be stupid enough to go through with this, then he would make sure he was the one Deku ended up with. He opened the app and began setting up his own account. He would ensure that he was the alpha who answered.

Profile Creation:

Username: Sylus

Hair Color: Ash Blond

Eye Color: Red

Height: 6’0

Body Type: Lean, toned, muscular

Katsuki finished setting up the account, ensuring that he matched every preference Deku had listed. He even made his code name “Sylus” as he noticed this new hobby of the teacher playing an otome game and being head over heels of that alpha character. That pissed him so many times, when they had their dinners together, the nerd will suddenly blush and squeal even if Katsuki was just right beside him.  

He didn’t care about the payment; he’d waive it if he could. What mattered was making sure that Deku didn’t go through this with anyone else.

After finalizing the details, Katsuki leaned back, his mind racing. He was still pissed—no, furious—that Deku hadn’t come to him. But at the same time, he knew this was his chance. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, nerd.”

As he closed the app, his thoughts drifted to Deku. He couldn’t let this go on. The idea of Deku with someone else, even under these circumstances, was enough to make his blood boil. He was going to make sure Deku knew that there was only one alpha fit to give him what he needed—and that alpha was him.

The alpha was ready to take the next step, whatever it took. Izuku Midoriya will be his omega and the dam of their pups.

He made another phone call.

“Oi, Psycho Chick. How much do I have to pay for you to create a condom that dissolves during knotting?”

“Eyyy Dynamight, that’s negotiable. Finally making a move towards Midoriya? Dinner dates no longer work?”

“Fuck off psycho. Price.” he uttered with gritted teeth.

“Nah. Just hire me when you have your own agency already. Come visit my lab then, I’ll have it ready. I’ll throw in some potency mix too. I knew a desperate tone, when I hear one.” 

“Fuck you. Thanks.” he grumbled and ended the call and planned to give Camie a call tomorrow. He needs some… glamour.

------

Izuku paced nervously around the hotel room, the walls closing in on him as his anticipation built. The soft glow of the bedside lamps cast a warm, dim light over the room, making everything feel both intimate and surreal. He had never imagined himself in this situation, yet here he was, preparing to meet an alpha—a stranger who would help him through his heat.

The match had come through quickly, faster than he’d anticipated. The alpha had checked all his boxes: pale blond hair, striking red eyes, and a lean, toned physique that made Izuku’s pulse quicken the moment he saw the photos. The fact that the alpha was offering his services at a lower price had seemed almost too good to be true. Yet, something about the way those red eyes stared back at him from the screen had drawn Izuku in, pulling him towards this moment.

His fingers trembled as he adjusted the delicate lace of his lingerie, trying to focus on something—anything—other than the gnawing anxiety in his chest. The green lace bra was sheer, barely hiding anything beneath it, with intricate floral patterns that traced across his skin. The matching panties were high cut, hugging his hips in a way that made him feel both exposed and alluring. A netted garter belt held up thigh-high stockings, the thin straps biting slightly into his soft thighs. Over it all, he wore a sheer, lace-trimmed robe that barely reached his knees, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his form underneath.

Izuku glanced at the clock. Any minute now.

His heart nearly stopped when the knock came. Swallowing his nerves, Izuku walked to the door, the thin fabric of his robe brushing against his legs as he moved. With a deep breath, he opened it.

The alpha for hire stood there, framed by the doorway, and Izuku's breath caught in his throat. He was everything the photos had promised and more. He was donned in a thin, loose shirt that clung to his broad chest, emphasizing the hard lines of his muscles beneath the fabric. His pants were equally revealing, showing off the powerful legs of a seasoned fighter. Pale blond hair fell carelessly into his eyes, and those eyes—striking red eyes—bore into Izuku’s with a focus that sent a shiver down his spine.

For a moment, Izuku just stared, his mind whirling with confusion. No scars, he thought. It can't be Kacchan.

Then the alpha spoke, his voice a low, commanding murmur that was both familiar and foreign. “Call me Sylus. Izuku, right?”

Izuku’s eyes widened in shock, his pulse spiking as if someone had just doused him in ice water. Sylus? It was impossible. That name—he had spent hours in Love and Deep Space, imagining himself as the protagonist, fighting cosmic threats with Sylus by his side. Sylus, with his pale hair, his red eyes, his ruthless pursuit of power… the same traits that had always drawn Izuku to Katsuki.

Izuku’s knees nearly buckled as his mind raced. This can’t be happening. This is too perfect, too… His thoughts tangled in a mess of disbelief and desire. It felt like something out of his otome game—too surreal to be real. But here was an alpha, standing in front of him, who seemed to have stepped straight out of his fantasies.

“I—what?” Izuku stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt the heat of the alpha’s gaze roving over his body, taking in every inch of his barely covered form, and it only made him more acutely aware of the tension crackling between them.

“Sylus,” the alpha repeated, stepping closer, the door closing softly behind him. The way he moved, the confidence in his stride, the predatory gleam in his red eyes—it was all so much like Katsuki that it made Izuku's head spin. But it couldn’t be Katsuki. It just couldn’t be. Katsuki had scars—this alpha did not.

Izuku felt like he was drowning in the intensity of the moment. Everything about this alpha was designed to make him weak, to make him want, and he did. He wanted so badly that it hurt, his heat pressing in on him from all sides, clouding his mind with need.

“I… I wasn’t expecting…I must have not ch-checked fully…” Izuku’s voice trailed off as the alpha moved even closer, his presence overwhelming. Izuku’s mind kept flickering between reality and fantasy, between the man standing before him and the one he had always desired. The resemblance was uncanny, but the name—Sylus—sent his thoughts spiraling in a direction he hadn’t anticipated.

“You weren’t expecting what?” Sylus asked, his voice a soft, teasing purr that made Izuku’s breath hitch.

Izuku opened his mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. He was too distracted by the alpha’s scent, which was beginning to bleed through the scent patch, mingling with his own as his heat flared in response. It’s very familiar but as well as not. The room seemed to close in on them, the air thick with tension and the promise of what was to come.

It can’t be him… But it feels like it is.

Izuku tried to steady his breathing, his hands clenching the fabric of his robe as if it could ground him in this overwhelming moment. “Sylus…” he repeated, his voice trembling. The name tasted strange on his tongue, a mix of reality and the fantasies he had built around the character. But this isn’t a game, he reminded himself. This is real. This is happening.

Sylus smirked, as if he could see the struggle in Izuku’s eyes, as if he knew exactly what the omega was thinking. “I’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice dipping lower, and the sheer dominance in that statement made Izuku’s knees go weak.

The words sent a shiver down Izuku’s spine, and for a moment, it was impossible to tell where reality ended, and his fantasies began. He was trembling now, not just from the heat building inside him, but from the sheer intensity of the moment, from the way this alpha—Sylus—looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.

And maybe, for tonight, he was.

“Come here kitten,” Sylus whispered, his tone softening just a fraction as he held out a hand.

Izuku hesitated, every nerve in his body screaming at him to take that hand, to close the distance between them, to let go of all the doubts swirling in his mind. And so, with a deep breath, he did.

As he stepped closer, Izuku felt the heat radiating off the alpha, the promise of something he had craved for so long. The red eyes bore into his, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, he could have sworn he was standing before Katsuki. But then Sylus spoke again, and the illusion shattered, leaving Izuku to grapple with the reality—and the fantasy—he had walked into.

And so, Izuku decided. If this was going to be his first heat share, then he would embrace it fully, even if just for tonight.

----

Katsuki barely held back a growl as he took in the sight before him. Izuku, standing in that barely-there green lingerie, was enough to make his entire body go rigid with desire. The way the lace clung to Izuku’s form, accentuating every curve and dip, was almost too much to handle. Katsuki could feel his restraint slipping, his instincts screaming at him to claim the omega right there and then.

Damn it, Deku… He bit back the curse that threatened to escape his lips, forcing himself to stay composed. But it was hard—too damn hard—when Izuku’s scent was leaking through the scent patch, filling the room with the intoxicating aroma of jasmine and mint. He remembered that scent from before, when Izuku’s heat had accidentally brushed past his senses during their high school days. Back then, it had been like a calming balm, something that soothed the raging fire inside him. But now? Now it was stoking the flames, making his blood run hot with need.

Katsuki’s eyes zeroed in on Izuku’s, watching as the omega’s emerald orbs dilated with a mix of nervousness and desire. He could see the way Izuku’s breath hitched, how his chest rose and fell more rapidly beneath the delicate fabric. The anticipation in the room was electric, and Katsuki’s own pulse pounded in time with it, his body thrumming with the effort it took to keep himself in check.

I should reveal myself… The thought crossed his mind briefly, the urge to rip off the mask and show Izuku who he really was almost overwhelming. But he held back, knowing that now wasn’t the time. This was about making his kitten feel good, about giving him what he needed. The reveal could come later. Right now, his focus was solely on the omega in front of him.

“Lie down,” Katsuki commanded, his voice low and rough, the words slipping out more like a growl than he intended.

Izuku obeyed without hesitation, moving to the bed with a grace that made Katsuki’s heart skip a beat. The sight of him—so vulnerable, so trusting—sent a wave of possessiveness crashing through him. He followed Izuku, his steps deliberate, slow, savoring every second of this moment. When Izuku settled on the bed, Katsuki leaned over him, the mattress dipping under his weight as he caged the omega beneath him.

For a heartbeat, Katsuki just hovered there, taking in the way Izuku’s chest rose and fell, the way his lips parted slightly as he breathed. The scent of jasmine and mint was stronger now, a heady mix that had Katsuki’s control hanging by a thread.

He dipped his head closer, his breath ghosting over Izuku’s neck, feeling the shiver that ran through the omega’s body in response. The urge to kiss him, to taste that soft skin, was almost overwhelming. But Katsuki forced himself to move slowly, savoring the way Izuku’s pulse fluttered against his lips as he trailed them along the edge of the Omega’s jaw.

“You’re perfect, kitten,” Katsuki murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His voice was soft, almost tender, but laced with an underlying heat that was impossible to ignore. He brushed his lips against Izuku’s skin again, kissing every mark littered around the omega’s arms to his hands to his cheek, feeling the way the omega’s body arched up to meet him, craving more contact.

They were both wearing cloth masks, designed to fit snugly against their faces, almost like a second skin. The material was thin, yet durable, making it nearly impossible to peel off accidentally. It was meant to preserve anonymity, but it also added an unexpected layer of intimacy, heightening the tension between them. Even as their faces hovered close, the masks remained, a thin barrier that only served to intensify their need for each other.

Katsuki let out a low, satisfied hum as he moved lower, pressing kisses along Izuku’s collarbone, lingering on the spots that made Izuku’s breath hitch the most. Every little sound that escaped the omega’s lips was like fuel to the fire burning inside him. He wanted more—more of those sweet noises, more of Izuku writhing beneath him, more of everything.

He let his hands roam, tracing the lines of Izuku’s body through the sheer fabric, feeling the softness of his skin beneath his fingertips. When his hands found the hem of the delicate robe, he pushed it aside, revealing more of the beautiful green lace beneath. Katsuki could feel the heat radiating from Izuku’s body, the tension building between them like a coiled spring, ready to snap.

Katsuki’s mouth followed the path his hands had traced, kissing, licking, teasing the sensitive skin just above the edge of the lingerie. He could feel Izuku’s body trembling beneath him, could hear the hitch in his breath every time he pressed a kiss to a particularly sensitive spot. It was intoxicating, knowing he could make his kitten react this way, knowing he was the one making the omega come undone.

“Relax, kitten,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble against Izuku’s skin. “I’ve got you.”

Izuku’s response was a soft whimper, his hands gripping the sheets as he arched up into Katsuki’s touch, his scent intensifying as his heat flared. Katsuki’s own control was hanging by a thread, but he kept his movements slow, deliberate, drawing out the moment for as long as he could.

Finally, he lifted his head, bringing his lips to Izuku’s ear, his breath hot against the omega’s flushed skin. “Call my name,” he murmured, the name slipping out like a promise, like a secret only they shared.

Izuku’s breath hitched again, and Katsuki could see the confusion, the shock, the arousal all mingling in those wide, green eyes. The omega was on the brink, teetering between desire and disbelief, but Katsuki was determined to push him over the edge.

“Say it,” he urged softly, his lips brushing against Izuku’s ear through the mask. “Call me Sylus.”

Izuku’s lips parted, a soft gasp escaping him as he finally whispered the name. “Sylus…”

The sound of it on Izuku’s lips sent a jolt of satisfaction through Katsuki, and he knew then that this was just the beginning. There would be time for revelations later, time to confess the truth, but for now, he was going to give his kitten everything he needed and more.

And maybe—just maybe—by the end of this, Izuku would realize that the alpha he truly wanted had been right here all along.

----

Izuku was feeling ecstatic. The uncanny appearance of the alpha he is with, and the voice were all tricking him that it’s either Katsuki or Sylus is making him feel good. Drunk in heat, he allowed himself to be stripped off his clothes. The cold anticipation earlier was all being swallowed by the heat he is feeling from the soft lips and tender nips of the alpha.

“Call my name, kitten. I wanna hear you.” Izuku moaned in delight as Sylus was nipping his perked buds while tweaking the other. “Do you feel good, Izuku” Izuku shuddered as he felt a warm breath near his abused nipple especially its his name being uttered. His mind and instincts are screaming and fighting that he knows this man, but he doesn’t know him at all.

“Mmm… “Izuku’s mouth was licked open by the feral alpha on top. His kisses were bruising and punishing. “Izuku…” called the alpha, Izuku was having a breakdown, first he forgot to set up a codename, second, the tenderness he is feeling is very similar to how Katsuki calls his name in a few special occasion. Third, he can’t help but respond.

“Kacchan…”

Sylus stopped his ministrations and stared at Izuku for a while, eyes slightly widening but was hastily morphed into glinting rubies. “Kacchan, huh? Do you wanna call me that, kitten? You can. Call me Kacchan or Sylus.” the alpha, amusement laced in his voice, parted his legs and nestled in between. “I’m yours tonight, kitten.”

The alpha raised his leg and put it on his shoulder. He started sucking and biting his calf, tongue going south until reaching Izuku’s cocklet. He gave the cocklet licks and suck it whole. Izuku cried in pure bliss, watery moans escaping his lips, “More, please…Sylus.”

The blond alpha smirked and continued bobbing the cocklet that barely fit his whole mouth. Izuku felt digits entering his weeping hole as slick was gushing out, clear evidence of his peak arousal. The alpha released his cocklet and move into lapping Izuku’s hole.

He grabbed Izuku firmly and used both hands to spread the cheeks. Four fingers stretched him open, and a warm tongue slip inside, slurping and tasting Izuku’s wet heat.

Izuku started thrashing but the alpha bits him on his leg every time he moves. He remained grounded and prayed to god to not end his life yet, he needs more of this.

“You taste so good, Izuku. So good for me. Only mine. Mine. Mine” the alpha started chanting that Izuku was lost and closed his eyes, fantasizing it was his Kacchan slurping his wetness.

“Kacchan…please.” the alpha raised his head and smirked, “Please what, kitten? You need to be sure what you are asking.”

Izuku bit his lips and gave in to lust and need, “Please fuck me, Sy—Ka.” Izuku closed his eyes and have his instincts decide for him.

“Fuck me, breed me. Please, make it hurt so bad. I wanna feel it for days. Wreck me. Please…Kacchan, please. Please, fuck me.”

----  

Katsuki’s eyes dilated and a feral grin covered his face. He folded Izuku into half, flexible bastard, and reached his face to plant a punishing kiss on his mouth. He bit the greenette omega’s lower lip, eliciting a whimpering moan.

“As you wish, Izuku. You want Kacchan to fuck you so bad? I’ll fuck you so bad, you won’t need any alpha other than me.”

“Yes, please. Yes Kacchan…” Izuku was begging to be mounted and that stoke Katsuki’s ego. He can’t even explain the relief he had the moment Izuku called for him, sure they need a lot of talking to do, but at this very moment. He was hired to make Izuku feel good, and he doesn’t half ass his missions.

Katsuki rolled the condom he got from Mei, smirking how fake the display was. “Ready, baby?”

Izuku with haze it his eyes, so lost in heat, nodded enthusiastically and pushed his weeping hole for Katsuki to enter. “So big, Kacchan, so big. Please make it hurt. Please.”

“You can handle it, baby. We’ll make it fit and hurt so much.”

Like a snap, Katsuki entered with one push making Izuku howl in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Gods, ohh. Please move. More, move. Please, please.”

“Call for me, kitten. Call my name.”

“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.”

Izuku, delirious, can’t stop his chanting, repeatedly calling for the alpha in his heart. Katsuki fastened his movement and pushed even deeper. He went back to kissing Izuku, swapping spit and tears and breath mixing.

He fucked Izuku with his face so close, their eyes mirroring each other. No one blinked, so lost with the euphoria enveloping them. “Izuku… you’re mine.”

Izuku choked a sob and replied in earnest, “Always have, always will, Kacchan.”

They kissed wrapped up in all emotions, both willing themselves to be raw and just put everything in that kiss. With final more thrusts, Katsuki reached his peak and slotted his knot. He felt the condom slowly dissolving and bit Izuku’s lips. He also felt the nerd shivering from orgasm and soft pants brushing his own. “You’re so beautiful, kitten. Fucking beautiful.”

Izuku blushed so much and averted his eyes, haze leaving his eyes. “Uhm…uhh thanks?”

Katsuki chuckled and positioned them having Izuku on top. “Rest up, kitten. We still have more to go before your heat ends. Prepare yourself, you’ll walk like a newborn calf after I’m done with you.

Katsuki can’t help but kissed the nerd’s crown as the omega slowly drifted into sleep lulled by Katsuki’s beating heart.

“Pretty kitten, it's not about how you play the game, it's about winning."

----

Izuku returned to his daily routine, but the memory of his time with the alpha lingered. What puzzled him the most was that the alpha had only taken 5% of the total agreed payment, casually stating that he had fun and didn’t need the money. Izuku tried to brush it off, but the experience was so vivid that he often found himself replaying the encounter in his mind, leaving him flushed and restless at night.

One Friday evening, Katsuki showed up at Izuku’s apartment with a determined expression. “Deku, we’re going out. You need a break.”

Izuku blinked in surprise and tried his best to mask his shaking, guilty as charge as he heat shared with an unknown alpha fantasizing it was Sylus and Katsuki. “K-Kacchan? What’s the occasion?”

Katsuki smirked then his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. “No occasion. It’s Friday, we both have tomorrow off, and you look like you’re about to lose it. So, we’re hitting up an izakaya. No excuses.”

Reluctantly, Izuku agreed, and soon they were at a lively izakaya, the atmosphere buzzing with laughter and clinking glasses. Katsuki was more attentive than usual, his touches lingering on Izuku’s back and shoulders, sending small shivers down Izuku’s spine.

As they ordered drinks, Izuku tried to order a beer, but Katsuki stopped him. “Juice for you, Deku.”

Izuku frowned in confusion. “But Kacchan, it’s our day off tomorrow. Why can’t I have a beer?”

Katsuki leaned in close, his voice low and teasing in Izuku’s ear. “It’s not good for you right now. Trust me on this.”

The proximity of Katsuki’s warm breath against his ear made Izuku tremble. He could feel his face heating up, and a strange tension coiled in his stomach. Katsuki’s firm but playful tone left Izuku both flustered and curious.

As the night progressed, Katsuki seemed to be moving closer, his hand resting on Izuku’s lower back, guiding him through the crowded space. Izuku could feel the heat radiating from Katsuki’s body, the touch electrifying. It was more than just friendly—it felt intimate, possessive even.

At one point, they were dancing, Katsuki’s hands on Izuku’s waist, pulling him close. The way Katsuki’s eyes bore into his, dark and intense, made Izuku’s heart race. Katsuki leaned in, his lips brushing against Izuku’s ear. “You enjoying the night, kitten?”

Izuku swallowed hard, his breath catching at the pet name. Kitten?! “Y-Yeah, Kacchan… it’s nice.”

Katsuki’s hand slid lower, gripping his waist a bit tighter. “Good. Because I’m enjoying myself too, Deku.”

Izuku was confused by the sudden shift in Katsuki’s behavior but found himself unable to resist. The way Katsuki looked at him, the way his hands felt on his body—it was all too overwhelming, too intoxicating. Again, too familiar but he can’t point out how?

When Izuku tried to push for another drink, Katsuki stopped him again. “No beer for you, Deku. Stick with juice.”

“But why, Kacchan?” Izuku pouted, his voice betraying his frustration. “It’s just one beer.”

Katsuki leaned in, his lips almost brushing against Izuku’s ear. “Because I said so. You need to take care of yourself, and I’m not letting you screw that up. Besides, I like you better when you’re clear-headed.”

Izuku’s heart pounded in his chest, the mix of Katsuki’s dominant tone and the warmth of his body pressing against him left him breathless. He didn’t understand why Katsuki was acting this way, but he couldn’t deny the thrill it gave him. The night ended with Izuku feeling more confused than ever, but he couldn’t shake the lingering warmth Katsuki left behind.

Days passed, and Izuku began to feel off. He was unusually tired, often grumpy, and nothing seemed to satisfy his cravings except for Katsuki’s Dynamight Spicy Curry, a brand Katsuki had recently endorsed.

Izuku became moody and short-tempered, snapping at his students, Aizawa, Present Mic, and even the other teachers. His normally cheerful demeanor was replaced with frustration, and everyone around him noticed. The only time he seemed happy was when Katsuki was around, bringing him the special curry he craved.

One afternoon in the teachers’ office, Izuku was pacing back and forth, his mood sour as he grumbled to himself. “Where is he? I’m starving, and I can’t eat anything else.”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the outburst. “Midoriya, what’s gotten into you?”

Izuku waved him off, still pacing. “It’s nothing, Aizawa-sensei. I’m just… hungry.”

One of the other teachers suggested, “Maybe Lunch Rush could whip something up for you?”

Izuku’s response was sharp and immediate. “No! It has to be Kacchan’s curry. Nothing else will do!”

Everyone exchanged puzzled glances, not sure what to make of Izuku’s strange demands.

Just as Izuku was about to throw a full-on tantrum, Katsuki burst into the office, holding a steaming container of the Dynamight Spicy Curry. The moment Izuku saw him, his entire demeanor changed—his face brightened, and his eyes sparkled with happiness.

“Kacchan! You’re here!” Izuku practically lunged for the curry, his mood lifting instantly.

Katsuki chuckled, handing over the container. “Relax, nerd. I got it right here. Eat up.”

Izuku eagerly took the curry and began eating, his grumpy mood completely evaporating. As he savored the food, a deep sense of relief washed over him. “This is exactly what I needed. Thank you, Kacchan.”

Katsuki watched him with a soft smile. “I’ll make sure you always get what you need, Deku.”

After that, Katsuki made it a point to stay at U.A. as much as possible. Izuku had developed an odd dependency on him, always calling for him whenever he wasn’t around. If Katsuki was out on a mission, Izuku would often find himself playing “Love and Deep Space” on repeat, the theme song reminding him of Sylus and bringing back memories that made him smile.

Katsuki noticed the changes too, and though he was tempted to reveal himself, he decided to hold back. He knows what those changes meant, but he needs Izuku to find for himself.

----

It was a typical day at U.A., with students bustling around, eager to complete their assignments. Izuku, however, felt off. He’d been feeling lethargic for weeks, his mood swinging unpredictably, but today was worse. The dizziness was constant, his vision blurred, and his legs felt weak.

As he was about to head to his next class, everything around him began to spin. His breath caught, and before he could grab onto something for support, everything went black.

Izuku fainted.

The staff quickly attended to him, laying him on a cot in the nurse’s office. When Recovery Girl was notified, she immediately contacted his emergency contacts. The first to arrive was Katsuki, who had been listed as an emergency contact alongside Inko, Izuku’s mother. Inko was unreachable at the moment, so the responsibility fell to Katsuki.

Katsuki burst into the nurse’s office, his face a mask of concern, though beneath it all, a wicked sense of satisfaction was beginning to crawl into his mind. He knew what this was, what Izuku’s fainting spell likely meant, and the thought of Izuku finally realizing what had happened filled him with a twisted sense of anticipation.

But he kept all of that buried beneath a carefully crafted facade. To everyone else, he was simply worried about his friend.

“What the hell happened?” Katsuki demanded; his voice laced with genuine concern.

The doctor looked up from her examination of Izuku, her expression serious. “Midoriya’s fine, just exhausted and… well, there’s something else.”

Katsuki stepped closer, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. “What is it?”

She sighed, glancing at the unconscious Izuku before returning her gaze to Katsuki. “He’s pregnant, Bakugo. One month along.”

The words hit Katsuki like a punch, even though he’d been expecting it. Despite his wicked anticipation, hearing the confirmation sent a surge of conflicting emotions through him. But he maintained his composure, his face not betraying the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.

He knew this was the moment Izuku would finally connect the dots. The thought of how Izuku would react sent a thrill down Katsuki’s spine, but for now, he had to play the part of the concerned friend.

“Izuku’s… pregnant?” Katsuki whispered; his voice tinged with inexpressible emotion. He knelt by Izuku’s side, his hand gently brushing the green curls from Izuku’s forehead. “Damn it, Deku… what the hell have you gotten yourself into?”

When Izuku finally woke up, he found Katsuki sitting by his side, his expression a mix of worry and something else—something Izuku couldn’t quite place.

“K-Kacchan?” Izuku croaked, his voice weak.

Katsuki leaned in closer, his eyes softening as he looked at him. “You fainted, idiot. Scared the hell out of everyone.”

Izuku tried to sit up, but Katsuki gently pushed him back down. “Easy, Deku. Don’t push yourself, it’ll harm the pup.”

“I… I’m pregnant...?,” Izuku whispered, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

Katsuki nodded, his hand still resting on Izuku’s shoulder. “Yeah, the doc told me. One month along.”

Izuku’s heart sank. He’d been so hopeful, thinking that he and Katsuki were finally getting closer, that maybe—just maybe—they could be more than friends. But now, with the reality of his pregnancy sinking in, all those hopes seemed to crumble.

“I… I didn’t want this to happen,” Izuku said, his voice shaking. “I don’t even know who the alpha is… I… I’m a teacher, Kacchan. What kind of role model am I?”

He bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes as he imagined Katsuki’s reaction. Would Katsuki think he was a slut? Would he despise him for being so careless?

But instead of the scorn he feared, Katsuki leaned in and wrapped his arms around Izuku, pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re not alone in this, Deku,” Katsuki whispered fiercely. “I don’t care about any of that. My opinion of you hasn’t changed, and it won’t. I’m staying by your side, no matter what.”

Izuku’s breath hitched. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Katsuki, the brash and rough Katsuki, was offering him support, even after hearing that he was pregnant with another alpha’s pup?

“K-Kacchan… you don’t have to…” Izuku stammered, still struggling to process everything.

Katsuki pulled back just enough to look Izuku in the eyes, his expression determined. “I want to. I’m here for you, Deku. And I’m not going anywhere.”

In the days that followed, Katsuki’s actions spoke louder than any words. He was there for Izuku every step of the way, almost as if he had taken on the role of an alpha himself. Katsuki brought lunch boxes filled with all of Izuku’s favorite foods, especially the ones he craved the most—like a specific brand of spicy curry: Dynamight Spicy Curry.

But it wasn’t just the curry. Izuku found himself craving the most unusual things: a bizarre mix of sweet and savory foods, like pickles dipped in chocolate, and sandwiches stuffed with everything from spicy sausage to marshmallows. And every time, without fail, Katsuki fulfilled those cravings, no matter how strange or inconvenient.

 -----

As the months passed, Izuku found himself settling into his maternity leave with a surprising sense of peace. Despite the unexpected circumstances surrounding his pregnancy, he had no regrets about having his pup. At seven months along, he was nearing the end of this journey, and the thought of becoming a mother filled him with a serene joy.

Izuku had expected to feel more conflicted, more burdened by the weight of his situation. After all, Katsuki had been by his side through it all—every bout of morning sickness, every strange craving, every doctor’s appointment. Katsuki had taken on the role of an alpha without hesitation, supporting Izuku in every possible way.

And yet, that was what felt so strange to Izuku. Katsuki never questioned him. He never asked when or how it happened, never expressed anger or resentment over the situation. Katsuki simply accepted it, with no need for explanations or reassurances. It was as if he had already known, as if this had all been part of some unspoken understanding between them.

Even Ochaco, Mina, and Tsuyu had scolded Izuku for not being more careful, for allowing himself to get into such a predicament without knowing the identity of the alpha. But Katsuki… Katsuki never once raised his voice or looked at him with anything other than warmth and determination.

That gnawing feeling in the back of Izuku’s mind—the sense that something was off—kept resurfacing, but every time it did, Izuku pushed it aside. After all, there was no real problem between him and Katsuki. Katsuki had been nothing but supportive, stepping up in ways that went far beyond what Izuku had ever expected.

But it was the lack of questioning, the total acceptance, that made Izuku uneasy. Why hadn’t Katsuki ever asked about the alpha? Why did he seem so content, so willing to be there for Izuku without needing to understand the full story?

Izuku couldn’t deny the happiness in Katsuki’s eyes whenever they were together. There was an unmistakable excitement in Katsuki’s expression, a genuine happiness that Izuku couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t just the typical care one friend would show another—it was something deeper, something that made Izuku’s heart flutter with both hope and confusion.

From an outsider’s perspective, they looked like a family already—bonded in a way that spoke of more than just friendship. Katsuki was always there, always by Izuku’s side, as if he belonged there, as if this was where he had always meant to be. He even stays at his apartment almost every day and will just go home to get some supplies needed. 

Izuku sat on the couch, rubbing his belly absentmindedly as he watched Katsuki move around the kitchen. “Kacchan, you don’t have to keep doing all this, you know. You’ve been helping me nonstop.”

Katsuki didn’t even look up from the stove as he replied, “Shut up, Deku. You need to eat, and someone’s gotta make sure you’re not living off junk.”

Izuku smiled softly, his heart warming at Katsuki’s concern. “I know, but… you’ve done so much already. I don’t want to be a burden.”

Katsuki finally turned around, wiping his hands on a towel. “You’re not a burden, idiot. I’m doing this because I want to.”

Izuku blinked, a little taken aback by the straightforwardness of the answer. “But… you don’t ever ask why, Kacchan. Why are you doing all of this? Why are you here?"

Katsuki’s eyes softened as he walked over to Izuku, sitting down next to him. “Do I need a reason? You’re important to me, Deku. That’s all there is to it.”

Izuku looked down at his lap, feeling a mix of emotions welling up inside him. “But… what if I’m just complicating your life? I mean, I’m pregnant, and it’s not even…”

“Stop,” Katsuki cut him off, his voice firm but gentle. “I don’t care about any of that. You’re pregnant, and I’m here. That’s what matters.”

Izuku’s eyes flicked up to meet Katsuki’s. “But why, Kacchan? Why aren’t you mad? Why aren’t you questioning me like everyone else?”

Katsuki sighed, leaning back against the couch. “Because it doesn’t change anything for me, Deku. I’m here because I want to be. Because I care about you.”

Izuku’s eyes filled with unshed tears as he whispered, “You’ve been so good to me, Kacchan… better than I deserve.”

“Tch, your hormones make you even sappier. Don’t worry about it. Just think of it that when that pup is born, he’ll be under the care of the future number one hero, Dynamight. It’s the highest privilege a pup could have.”

Izuku laughed warmly, “If my hormones make me emotional, your ego stoking is natural.”

Katsuki finished cooking Izuku’s nonstop craving of the Spicy Curry he endorsed a few months back. He understands though why, but he has his lips tightly sealed for now.

“Hurry and eat, nerd. The pup inside will growl any second now. You’ll be complaining again on how hard the pup kicks you.”

They both fell silent, when Izuku asked the question. “Kacchan… do you plan to become my alpha, for real? I-I mean, my omega has been calling for you and our scents have been mingling so much, they’re mostly fused now. I just want to put a label on it.”

Katsuki did not spoke for a while and Izuku lost his confidence. “S-sorry I shouldn’t have asked. Gods, I mean you have been so good to us, yet I-I… I won’t mind if you would like a space, Kacchan. You've already done so much for us.”

“No… Izuku. It’s complicated. I can’t answer that for now. But don’t worry, I will never leave you and my view of you will never change. You’re my Deku. I’m your Kacchan. That’s who we are right?”

Izuku nodded slowly and gave a half-hearted smile and continued his food. They were in utter silence, but no one tried to break it.

-----

After that gut wrenching conversation, both of them fell back to their routines like nothing happened. They bicker and banter most of the time and Katsuki would give massages to Izuku.

It was during nighttime when Izuku was sound asleep that he was jolted into reality when his water broke. Katsuki has already prepared him the bag he will be carrying when the time comes, but the problem is, Izuku is alone because Katsuki is on evening patrol.

He reached for his phone and called for Katsuki. It only rang once and was immediately answered. “Izuku, why are you awake, what’s wrong?”

“Kacchan… my water broke. I think I’m about to deliver.”

Izuku heard a series of curses and familiar booms of explosion. Minutes later, Pro Hero Dynamight blasted on his window with Uravity by his side. 

“Deku! Thank god I was with Bakugo tonight. Let’s get you to the hospital. Breathe slowly, okay. Relax, we’ll get you there.”

Ochaco used her quirk to make Izuku weightless and maneuvered him towards Katsuki’s back. “Bring that bag, Cheeks and call auntie and my mom. We’ll see you in the hospital.” Katsuki instructed before blasting towards the hospital.

Ochaco nodded and quickly secured all maternity things and baby products needed. She then called both Izuku and Katsuki’s mom.

“Oh Deku, if only you followed my advice, you could have birthed Bakugo’s pup by now.” Ochaco sighed then continued gathering Izuku's things.

----

Izuku was wheeled into the delivery room, his body trembling with exhaustion and anxiety. Katsuki stayed close by but was not allowed to enter the delivery room, since he was not registered as Izuku's alpha. The medical team worked efficiently, guiding Izuku through the intense process of childbirth.

Outside the room, Inko and Mitsuki arrived, their faces pale with worry. "Izuku… my baby," Inko whispered, clutching Mitsuki’s arm for support.

"He’s strong, Inko. He’ll get through this," Mitsuki reassured her, though her own hands were trembling.

Inside, Izuku’s cries filled the air as he pushed through the final moments of labor. Finally, the room was filled with the sharp cry of his newborn pup. The doctor quickly handed the baby to Izuku, who felt an overwhelming wave of love and relief wash over him. But the relief was short-lived.

The baby’s cries didn’t settle. In fact, they grew louder, more distressed. The nurses tried to soothe the child, but nothing seemed to work. Izuku’s heart began to race, panic setting in as he realized something was wrong.

“Why isn’t he calming down?” Izuku’s voice was laced with fear as he looked to the nurses.

One of them shook her head, her expression concerned. “The pup isn’t responding to your omega scent as he should. It’s like… it’s like he’s searching for something else.”

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat. “Something else? What do you mean?”

The nurse hesitated. “Sometimes… in rare cases, the pup needs the scent of both parents to be soothed, especially if the alpha’s scent was strong during conception.”

Izuku’s world started to spin. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer—he didn’t know who the alpha was. He had no idea how to soothe his own child. Tears welled up in his eyes, mixing with the sweat on his face as the baby’s cries pierced his heart.

“What do I do?” Izuku whispered, his voice trembling. “I don’t know who… I don’t know who the alpha is…”

Seeing his distress, the nurse quickly suggested, “We can try calling Dynamight in. Maybe his scent can help, since he’s been close to you both.”

Izuku nodded, his desperation growing. “Please… please call Kacchan.”

Within moments, Katsuki entered the room, his expression unreadable as he approached. The sight of Izuku, tear-streaked and desperate, nearly shattered his resolve, but he forced himself to stay composed. He knew this moment was crucial.

“Kacchan… please help him…” Izuku choked out, his voice breaking as he looked up at Katsuki with pleading eyes.

Katsuki nodded, his heart pounding as he moved closer to the baby. The nurses handed the pup to him. The moment the baby was in Katsuki’s arms, the crying stopped almost instantly. The room fell silent, the pup’s tiny body relaxing as it nestled against Katsuki’s chest.

Izuku watched in stunned silence, his tears still falling as he tried to process what he was seeing. The pup, with its pale silver hair and bright red eyes, looked so peaceful now, completely at ease in Katsuki’s arms.

“Kacchan…” Izuku whispered, his voice filled with confusion yet relieved at the same time. “How…?”

Katsuki looked down at the baby, then towards the medical staff then back at Izuku. The staff got the message and gave them a moment together. His expression softened, a rare gentleness in his usually fierce eyes. “Izuku… I’m the alpha. I’m his father.”

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat. The truth hit him like a tidal wave, overwhelming him with a flood of emotions—shock, disbelief, and something else he couldn’t quite name. “You… you’re…?”

“I was the alpha you hired,” Katsuki confessed, his voice low but steady. “I didn’t tell you because… because I didn’t want anyone to touch you. I already staked my claim years ago, I’ll be on your heels for the rest of our lives. I just—I just can’t let anyone have you. You’re mine, Izuku. Mine. This is my pup, too.”

Izuku’s heart raced as he stared at Katsuki, his mind reeling. “You… you’re really…?”

Katsuki nodded; his gaze unwavering. “I’m the father of this pup, Deku. And I’m not letting either of you go.”

As the relief of the moment began to fade, Izuku's initial shock gave way to a surge of emotions—confusion, anger, and a deep sense of betrayal. He looked up at Katsuki, his green eyes brimming with tears, but this time they weren’t just from exhaustion or relief.

“Kacchan… why?” Izuku’s voice trembled, but there was a clear edge of hurt and accusation. “Why didn’t you tell me? You lied to me… you made me believe… I don’t understand. Why would you do that to me?”

Katsuki tensed, his jaw clenching as he prepared himself for this confrontation. He had known this moment would come, but that didn’t make it any easier. He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he met Izuku’s gaze.

“I couldn’t tell you, because I’m afraid of this kind of reaction.” Katsuki said, his voice low and rough. “But the very cause of it… I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else—some other alpha—touching you. So, I applied for the position, I became the alpha for hire because I knew that if it was me, I could keep you safe. I could protect you.”

Izuku’s hands shook as he clutched the tiny bundle in his arms, his heart pounding. “But… you lied to me, Kacchan. You let me believe… you let me go through all of this without knowing…”

Katsuki stepped closer, his expression intense, his voice firm but filled with emotion. “I did it because I love you, Deku. I couldn’t let anyone else have you. You’ve always been mine. Always.”

Izuku felt his breath hitch as the words sunk in. The anger and betrayal still simmered, but there was something else now—an understanding of the depth of Katsuki’s feelings, the possessiveness that had driven him to such lengths.

“But what about me, Kacchan? What about my choice?” Izuku’s voice was barely above a whisper, his fear and vulnerability laid bare.

Katsuki laid the pup carefully on Izuku’s waiting arms. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded document and a pen. “I’ve been carrying this for a while, now.”

He held them out to Izuku, his gaze unwavering. “This is a marriage contract. If you sign it now, you’ll be Izuku Bakugo, and our pup will be Jin Bakugo. I’m not asking you, Deku—I’m telling you. We’re going to be a family, and I’m going to take care of you both. Always.”

Izuku stared at the papers in Katsuki’s hand, his mind reeling. The contract was real, and so was the commitment Katsuki was making. This was a declaration, a promise that Katsuki intended to keep no matter what.

“You’re not giving me a choice, Kacchan. You’re being cruel.” Izuku gently tucked the newborn infant on one hand as he reads the contract. “You’re serious, Kacchan.”

“You asked me if I plan on becoming your alpha, nerd. But, I don’t just simply plan to be your alpha, I want to be your boyfriend, best friend, rival, partner, and husband. I want to be your everything and I will do it. You can hate me now for my lies, but I will do it again in a heartbeat just to make you mine. 

Besides, I am confident you love me, too. I heard you call for me to breed you, multiple times. And now, we have Jin. Sign it, Deku. That’s the only thing you have to do.”

“But what if I don’t?” Izuku tried to be stubborn although deep inside a huge part of him accepted that he is a willing victim.

Katsuki released a daunting smirk, “I’ll cage you until you will. If I have to chain you, you know I will.”

Izuku released an exasperated sighed, “You’ll still cage me even if I will... That explains why you never asked, and you never felt disgusted.” Izuku shook his head and stifle a snort. “Sylus, I knew it. It was too good to be true. Probably just asked Camie for some glamour to appear flawless.” Izuku shook his head with the ridiculousness of the scenario until he realized something. 

"You wore a condom, Katsuki. What. Did. You. Do?" The omega's eyes were burning. His emeralds fiery, connecting the dots of what Katsuki actually did.

The alpha stared back, crimsons unrelenting. "I will never apologized with what I did, Izuku. It has to be done." It was a roundabout answer but Izuku understood the depth of Katsuki's wicked misconduct. If this was a different situation, it would made him feel flattered and ecstatic, seeing firsthand how obsessed the alpha is.

Izuku grabbed the pen, "Do you really have to go through all those? Just... talk to me... I would..." he sighed in defeat and signed the marriage contract. As Izuku put the pen down,  Katsuki carefully got the legal document and secured it on his pocket. He sat beside Izuku and pressed his forehead on his now spouse. "You will never regret this. I will always make sure our family is safe. You'll be happy with me, Izuku." He kissed his omega's crown while Izuku remained silent, just gazing down to their pup, peacefully sleeping on his arms. 

"I know you will Kacchan, but I need to time to recover from all of this." The omega looked up meeting his husband's eyes. 

“I know, but don't you dare try any shitty apps again, nerd. I’ll kill you and any other alpha who dares to look at you." Katsuki warned, his pheromones spiked with clear jealousy and possessiveness permeating in the air. 

“Naah, you’ll just trace it all up and go with it. We’re fucked up together. I should despise you for lying to me, but... I can't lose you, too. I honestly don't know what to feel right now. I hate you, but... I love you, too. This situation is really stupid and unnecessary.”

"I will repent for it all my life but I will never let you go, Izuku. Never." Katsuki's eyes were burning with sincere stubbornness. Izuku sighed and decided that what matters is for the long term benefit. They surely need to talk this out, but he was exhausted with childbirth and can't think fully. 

They felt the pup twitched and opened his eyes and that’s the first time they finally noticed the palest hair color they’ve seen, its almost silver or white and still bearing the striking crimson of Katsuki. Izuku released a small smile, dawning at the pup. “Did Sylus actually impregnated me?”

Katsuki pinched his chin to look at him, “Fuck you. I am the one who slotted my knot deep in your ass nerd, I’m the one who you kept calling all throughout the mating. Don’t you dare bring up any alpha’s name in my presence. Got it?” Katsuki then pressed a searing kiss on Izuku’s mouth that when they pulled back, they were both breathless.

Izuku rolled his eyes, “Fine. I never thought your possessiveness is this extreme. But I'm telling you, you can't control me, Kacchan. I am signing this paper for Jin, but you need to make up so much for what you did. But for now, start buying me all packs and DLC of Love and Deep Space. When I say all, all of them. Got it, alpha?”

“Tch. Is that all you got? Name your price, I’ll buy everything for you, kitten.”

End.