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It was a perfect morning. The sun beat hotly down on the fields in Musutafu, secluded from the noise and agitation of the nearby town. The windswept through the trees as Izuku walked in the tall grass engrossed in a novel.

The Midoriya’s had been situated at the Sanso estate since he was six years old, and they were by no means destitute, they had their home, a cook for the kitchen and a stable hand for the farm. In fact, to anyone who did not know the family well enough, it would be easy to assume that the family was secure in its future. This was by no means the case.

Mr and Mrs Midoriya were kind people with five children to their name. Only one biological the rest adopted, a found family that everyone in the village could agree were good, helpful people, attentive to their neighbours and friends, their house often filled with laughter, perhaps a little too much laughter when it was late and the youngest still excitable.

There was, however, one major issue, the fact that all five children had presented as the omega sex. In a fairer world, this would have meant as little to everyone else as it did to the children’s parents; but this wasn’t that type of world and as such without the luxury of being ridiculously rich and therefore immune to the laws of society, it was an undeniable fact that Toshinori was the only alpha in the family and at his death, none of his five children could inherit their father’s estate. This left only one option, to procure substantial and wealthy marriages. They were lucky, however, that it was a truth universally acknowledged that a single Alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

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Despite being the only biological child in the family, Izuku wasn’t in the oldest, when he turned six, soon after his family’s move to Musutafu, he was introduced to a young boy two years his senior with bandages over his left eye. Shoto became Izuku’s oldest brother and the two had been practically inseparable ever since.

It wouldn’t be a lie to suggest that Shoto was Izuku’s favourite sibling, they balanced each other out, while always remaining the others staunch defender. He’d come from an exceedingly difficult situation, at first the Midoriya’s had only agreed to take the injured child in as a temporary solution until a suitable home could be found. They didn’t expect the family to grow so attached to Shoto that it was soon impossible to imagine a future without him in their family, and so Shoto Midoriya joined their family.

The difficulty of his childhood had left permanent marks, Shoto was somewhat reserved and timid amongst new people, at times he could be found staring off into space slightly ungrounded. Yet his tragedy did not seem to Stifel his hope and Shoto remained kind and willing to see the best in others, even when it was not wholly deserved.

Apart from his general good nature, Shoto was also regarded as the most beautiful omega in the village, notably handsome with different coloured eyes and equally unique dual-tone hair, even the scar that remained as a painful reminder of the past did nothing to dissuade the numerous volumes of suitors that came to inquire, even if his timidness dampened their affections.

After Shoto’s adoption, the Midoriya’s found they were quite drawn to helping those who the world had abandoned. Subsequently, they adopted Mei, who was a little eccentric but always meant well and who was wickedly smart. Camie was next who was a handful, to say the least, and a determined flirt to be sure. Finally, Mina was the last to be welcomed into the family, who found herself attached to Camie’s hip, trailing loyally behind her like a baby duckling.

Toshinori was a humble man and proud to be the patriarch of his beloved family. He was more interested in his private studies than anything else. In his younger days, he’d been somewhat wild, an ambitious alpha, exploring the world to find its wonders. However, when a nasty injury had struck, he’d been sent back home yearning for a quieter life. That was when he met Inko.

Her first husband had pulled a disappearing act, leaving her isolated and unwanted with a child. Izuku was not technically his, none of their children was but when he met the small child so full of awe and love for a stranger, he instantly knew that Izuku was meant to be his son, blood be dammed.

Toshinori loved all his children equally, truly he did, but there was something special about Izuku, his intelligence, his strength, their quite likeness in their love for knowledge. He loved all of his children, but Izuku was his secret joy. Besides Inko was much the same, loving all her children but doting particularly on Shoto’s beauty and gentleness.

The family had hoped that Izuku would present as a beta, like his biological father had, ensuring a smooth inheritance and certainty for the family but on his 13th birthday the unlikely scenario of his presenting as the same sex as his mother came to pass. When all of the children had presented as omegas Inko understood that marriage was the only chance to secure her children’s futures.

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It was a morning many years later when Izuku was walking back home through the tall grass fields saturated with morning dew, reading a book when he first heard his mother’s lamentations.
“Mr Midoriya” she cried, which was the first sign of trouble, calling each other Mr or Mrs was an indicator that they were in the midst of some petty argument.

“Don’t you see that you have to go and greet him!?”

He could see them through the window, his Mother waving her hands about in a fluster with Papa looking overwhelmed. A flurry of giggling suddenly leaked from the hallway and Izuku turned inside to find Mina and Camie crouching by the door to their father’s study. They were eavesdropping and doing a terrible job of trying to seem inconspicuous with their tittering.

“Mina! Camie! What have I told you about listening in at the door?” he whisper-yelled as he got closer himself to listen in. As he did so, the door suddenly swung open scattering him and his siblings, while his Mama burst out wringing her hands together.
“Mr Midoriya, you must go and visit him at once, our families future depends on it” her face had gone a vibrant red. Their parents made their way to the living room, with the children following close behind, halfway their Shoto appeared at Izuku’s side, clutching his arm in confusion,

“what’s going on Izuku?” he smiled at his brother

“I think we're about to find out, whatever it is Mama’s all worked up so obviously nothing good!” he teased as the gaggled filed into the drawing-room where Mei sat tinkering away at some invention that would no doubt be starting some sort of trouble in the future.

“MR Midoriya” Mama was insistent “you must go visit Mr Kirishima this instant because you know very well that we cannot”

Izuku had taken just as much of this intrigue as he could handle

“Mama, who is exactly is Papa supposed to be visiting?” He slumped down on the couch, he was used to his mother’s anxious bouts, he experienced them too, although for him they had decreased as he grew up, only occurring on rare occasions.

Camie and Mina were the first to speak, practically offended by Izuku’s apparent ignorance
“It’s Mr Kirishima, he’s moved from the North to the Narako estate,” Mina squealed, Izuku was less impressed as it did not serve to make it any clearer who exactly this man was.

“And he’s single” Camie cried, practically swooning in delight.

“And I am certain, he is here with the express intention of finding a mate” Mama was triumphant, and the pieces all came together, an eligible alpha. Izuku vaguely heard the sum of 50,00 a year tossed about the room as his mother cornered her husband once again.

“That is why your father must go and see him at once, so he can invite Mr Kirishima to the Uraraka’s ball tonight so that he may be well acquainted with us and marry one of them” she gestured vaguely at her scattered children all eagerly awaiting a response. To anyone else, her conclusion would have sounded mad, but the family had grown accustomed to her well-meaning marriage schemes. She addressed this all pointedly towards Shoto, who blushed.

“My Dear Mrs Midoriya why would his wish to marry have any effect on our little family?” he smiled vaguely and Izuku sighed, he knew his father’s game.

“Besides, if for some reason he wishes it, I have no reason to object to choosing any of our lovely children to marry, but the chances of that are slim given our circumstances,”

His mother and two youngest siblings released another torrent of panicked pleas, adamantly chasing him across the room, demanding action on his part.

“Well I can acknowledge the benefits of a match to a man such as Mr Eijirou Kirishima” was the conceding remark.

“So, you will invite him?” Mama seemingly near collapse.

Papa smiled “oh, No need for that I already visited him this morning.”

The effect was immediate, a cacophony of delighted sounds filled the room and immediately plans were set into motion.

“Oh papa, is he very handsome?” Izuku rolled his eyes at Mina’s question

“With 50,000 a year it wouldn’t matter if he had warts or a leer!” he said with a laugh

Mama ran to make the preparations all the while complaining of her husband’s cruel jokes hurting her poor nerves. Mei had barely even looked up from her work, showing not the slightest bit of interest in the whole affair.

Meanwhile, Shoto stood rather flustered, caught between his sisters who circled him like vultures

“Shoto, Shoto you just have to lend me your blue velvet coat,”

“No, no! You have to give it to Me; it will go so nicely with my new hair ribbon.”

Shoto turned to Izuku frazzled. He laughed pulling his elder brother away, they both smiled. Perhaps the evening would be fun Shoto had suggested, Izuku remained sceptical though he smiled unable to mask his mild excitement.

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In the centre of the hall, the sound of the fiddle accompanied feet tapping against the floor as people coupled up and joined the larger group dance. It was not a particularly formal event; most were dressed casually in their everyday shirts and dresses enjoying the intimate company of neighbours and friends. In truth the Urarakas could not afford to throw a proper ball, they were community leaders, well-liked by everyone, but they were not the wealthiest and in recent times the family had become more desperate, still, they were adamant to keep the matter private and not beg for charity. The only reason Izuku knew the extent of their situation was his close bond with their only child Ochaco. No one seemed to mind the informal setting, there was enough to drink and plenty of room to dance.

Izuku was sitting next to Shoto and Ochaco. They had known each other since Izuku had moved to Musutafu. She was a sweet, good-natured girl, with a round face and pink cheeks. An omega as well, she was three years older than Izuku, nearing the age where marriage was a necessity for any sort of future, in recent times that fact had grown to haunt her. Ochaco wanted to keep her family afloat, but she was poor and powerless with little prospects, which didn’t do much to entice any suitors, and so they didn’t talk about it.

Despite their difference in age, they were close companions and she preferred his company to almost anyone else’s, the families had held out hope that they might be married one day, but after Izuku’s presentation, this became an impossibility that would leave them both destitute as well as their families. They put the idea aside, and Ochaco was pleased she could keep him as her friend and confidant. The three sat together laughing and people watching as overly eager alphas fumbled to ask a partner to dance. Izuku turned to Shoto, who was easily the loveliest person in the room and smiled

“Well, if every man in this room does not leave here completely in love with you then I’m a fool, and no judge of beauty,”

Shoto flushed and scowled slightly “Or Alpha’s,” Izuku laughed at the quiet barb,

“don’t be silly they’re the easiest to judge, all lead by base instinct and nothing much else”

Ochaco giggled into her palm, “you say that now but one day, someone will catch your eye and then you’ll have to watch what you say” she poked his side. He dismissed her comment, there was almost no chance of that.

Suddenly a silence fell over the room, everyone stopped their dancing and turned to the hall’s entrance, the three got up and shuffled about the crowd eager to see the new arrivals causing such a fuss. Mr Uraraka rushed forward to greet his new guests. Izuku could make out a young man dressed in a fine burgundy suit, almost too fine, clearly, custom-tailored and ridiculously expensive, he stuck out in the room. His hair was a dark red and styled in tall fashion, he had an amiable smile which suggested a good nature while also displaying a set of sharp teeth.

“That’s Mr Kirishima,” whispered Ochaco, she grabbed onto Izuku’s arm as she commentated in his ear.

“Isn’t he handsome?” Izuku had to agree, he had a kindness In his face that was not rehearsed or insincere, he looked to his right and saw Shoto staring quite transfixed at the new arrival.

Behind Mr Kirishima two new figures came forward, one was a pretty young woman with dark hair and a face that seemed almost offended at her surroundings, unlike her companion her expression was stony and her air displeased. She was dressed in all the latest fashions, if her friend seemed out of place then she was even more so with the rich embroidery of her gown.

“And that’s Miss Tokage, she’s Mr Kirishima’s cousin her parents are abroad for the time being so she’s staying with him, would you look at her dress it’s so beautiful, probably cost a fortune” Ochaco lamented, her cheeks tinging a deeper hue in her envy. Their attentions turned to the final member of the party,

“The other one’s- “

Ochaco didn’t have to finish her sentence. It was unmistakable, the tall figure dressed in black loomed over the others, broad and domineering, ash-blond hair and bright red eyes that gazed out coldly onto the crowd the same eyes from when they were children, it was him.

“kacchan?” the word slipped from his mouth before he could stop it, thankfully the crowd had resumed its conversations so Izuku was not heard by all, but Ochaco and Shoto recognised it clearly

“Do you know Mr Bakugou?” She enquired eyes shining with curiosity, Shoto answered her question

“that’s him!?” he seemed almost stunned. Izuku had no time to explain, the crowd swiftly parted and the guests were escorted through by Mr Uraraka, who Mr Kirishima’s was already happily conversing with. Izuku’s heart began to pound violently in his chest as they passed he dared raise his head to try and catch his eye, Mr Kirishima and his cousin passed and then it was Kacchan who met Izuku’s gaze and for the smallest of moments held it, Izuku held his breath, hoping for some small recognition. None came, as quickly as their eyes met Katsuki turned away indignant expression still on his face without the slightest trace of familiarity.

He didn’t remember Izuku, even though he had kept those memories so secretly dear to him all these years. Of course, he hadn’t Kacchan was never that type and suddenly all the disappointment left Izuku’s body and he laughed at the pompous man he’d been so eager to engage. Meanwhile, Ochaco was still unsatisfied and she pressed the matter further so Izuku began to explain.

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When they were children, they were inseparable. There wasn’t a moment when the two were not together playing some game or failing to perfect a childish scheme. They had been born only three months apart, and while Izuku’s family was little and poor, Katsuki’s mother made no objection to their friendship, in fact, Mitsuki had always been fond of Izuku and his mother and encouraged the friendship. The news of her and Her husband’s death had been a heavy blow to both him and his mother. Kacchan had been Izuku’s first friend, as a child, he would eagerly follow behind him in awe of someone he viewed as so superior, but it hadn’t always been so sweet.

Kacchan could be cruel even back then, calling him names and insisting on his inherent superiority, demanding he take charge of Izuku. A sneer almost always on his face, not unlike the one he wore now, aloof and unimpressed. But Kacchan had always cared in his own way, he was tolerant of Izuku’s childish nickname ‘kacchan’ when he couldn’t pronounce his first name, and even then, in his ego-driven way he took care of Izuku. They were best friends and secretly they promised they would be forever, in his own muddled dreams Izuku had hoped that they could be mates and stay together, but that was a childish fantasy denied by their social standings.

Kacchan’s reaction tonight had made it obvious that Izuku had been the only one who treasured their friendship, even though Izuku’s family had moved away when he was six and Kacchan’s reaction had been so violently upset that they didn’t get a chance to say their goodbyes. So, they parted ways and slowly even Mitsuki and Inko had lost contact and Kacchan became a ghost of the past. He had talked to Shoto about it who was wary of Katsuki from Izuku’s description, but he had assured his brother that it was all in the past and besides they would never see each other again. He had never been more wrong.

Kacchan had grown handsome, from his demeanour it was clear he had presented as an alpha, he’d grown impossibly taller, his brow quizzical but brooding and his scent was strong. The faint smell of burnt caramel and smoke that clung onto him when they were children now filtered throughout the room mingling and overpowering the other's smell, it seemed to be unconscious.

“He was looking straight at you,” Shoto whispered

“don’t be silly, he barely gave me a second glance, probably doesn’t remember me, besides he looks utterly miserable,’ they glanced at his stony expression contrasting with Mr Kirishima’s open smile.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss it Izuku” Ochaco knew something, “I don’t know about back then but now he owns Ninomaru and half of the county” It wasn’t exactly a surprise even as a child it had been made clear to him that Kacchan was in line for a fortune, 100,000 to be exact, but now that reality and that distance seemed more tangible than ever.

In the midst of this, his Mama hurried over.
“You must come quickly, Mr Uraraka wants to introduce you. Izuku do you know who that it?” she was frantic He nodded but was quick to add

“don’t be too hopeful Mama, he probably doesn’t even remember who we are”

she didn’t seem to hear him, instead, she pulled her children forward towards the group, Izuku grabbed Uraraka’s hand and pulled her along.

As they walked Mama whispered into Shoto’s ear, “remember to smile for Mr Kirishima, Smile!”

As they approach they overheard Mr Kirishima’s boisterous voice, “There’s nothing I love more than a country dance, it’s so manly of you to host this for all of us,” his bright demeanour was comforting and offset the pervading sourness of his companions, Kacchan was the first to notice them approaching.

“ah, please let me introduce you,” as they approached Mr Uraraka moved towards them, first he pulled his daughter forward “you know my daughter Ochaco, and this is Mr Shoto Midoriya and Mr Izuku Midoriya, their Mrs Midoriya’s eldest two” they all bowed curtly.

Shoto looked up at Mr Kirishima, his expression neutral but that seemingly did nothing to dissuade the alphas immediate infatuation, his expression tuned smitten and his smile nervous. Their Mother caught this and immediately addressed Mr Kirishima,

“It’s so nice to finally make your acquaintance, and at such a wonderful event, do you dance yourself?” it was in no way subtle. He laughed “ There’s nothing I love better if it would be possible Madame I wonder if Mr Midoriya would join me for the first two dances” he gestured towards Shoto and Izuku could hardly hold back his smile, seemingly Shoto could only letting the slightest upturn form on his mouth, face faintly pink.

“I would be glad to,” he said quietly, and they moved to dance, as Izuku watched on.

Then his mother continued to talk

“and Mr Bakugou,” she turned to him directly and he bowed stiffly in greeting, Oh god no.

“I’m not sure if you remember me but you and my Izuku were particularly close as children, in fact, our families were well acquainted for some six years, but you were both children then” she smiled warmly at him, expectant for some sort of recognition. Meanwhile, he looked down at her expression shifting from stunned to irked, Miss Tokage seemed almost scandalised by his mother’s assertion. He had to save his mother. He moved forward slightly addressing him head-on, he wondered if he had changed so much from childhood.

“Mr Bakugou, you probably don’t remember all of that,” he said bowing once again, the sheepishness clear in his voice. It felt strange being so formal, but It wasn’t as if he could just come out and call him Kacchan so informally, besides they weren’t children anymore.

“Your mistaken, I do remember you, Deku,” he practically hissed and Izuku froze. A furious ice ran down his spine, what had he just called him? DEKU. The nickname that Kacchan had so graciously given him when they were both young, it meant useless, useless Deku who was always following him around. Embarrassment flooded him along with the memories of chasing a small back that refused to so much as wait for him to catch up, as they took long meandering walks pretending to be adventurers, Kacchan was always in front and his useless Deku trailed behind. So, he hadn’t forgotten, he was just too arrogant to show him any respect.

As much as he wished he could lash out and berate the man in front of him, Izuku just smiled as charmingly as possible,

“I’m glad Kacchan, I was beginning to think that you’d forgotten all about me” He froze, and an unmistakable rage drew up over his face, addressing him by such a childish nickname was impertinent to the highest degree. The truth was because he was rich Mr Bakugou could say anything he wished, but that wouldn’t deter Izuku from giving him the same treatment, rich or not. Miss Tokage had audibly gasped but Izuku maintained his saccharine smile and eye contact until Kacchan had finally looked away eyes burning, and scent gone slightly acrid with rage, his mother desperately tried to ease the tension

“Mr Bakugou, I hope you have come here eager to dance, as your friend has,” vaguely she gestured to Mr Kirishima who was quite transfixed with Shoto, but Kacchan’s ager was still ever-present and without so much as a gesture farewell he said

“No Madame, I rarely dance,” and he walked away, just barely clipping Izuku on his way past.

“oh no we must have made him very angry” his mother fretted,

“but he has changed so much, he didn’t even greet me properly and his manner, so unlike his friend, so cold and unpleasant, oh my” she continued to wring her hands as she turned to her child

“and you, calling him that, how could you be so impertinent?”

Izuku frowned, he was the one that had to suffer the embarrassment, being called a name like Deku in front of complete strangers, someone in his position would never have the chance to fight back against someone of Mr Bakugou’s standing, he turned away from his mother and disappeared into the crowd.
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Some time passed and he caught his brother and Mr Kirishima, and they began to converse about the Narako estate, well it was meant to be a conversation, but Izuku would have been blind not to notice the fact that the pair were thoroughly wrapped up in one another, Shoto was weighed down somewhat by his shyness but he listened eagerly and gave his thoughts truthfully, while Mr Kirishima seemed to find a source of humour in almost everything he said laughing heartily.

Mr Kirishima was not exclusionary of course, he often would ask Midoriya a question to let him feel included in whatever talk they were having, even if all his attention was settled stubbornly on Shoto, blush running up his collar.

“I hear Narako house has a wonderful library,” Izuku inquired, he was truly interested, it must be a thing to behold filled with a vastness of knowledge he couldn’t begin to dream of.

‘Yes, it is, it’s incredible really,” Kirishima said as he turned to Shoto “but I’m ashamed to say that I hardly get any use out of it, very unmanly I know, Mr Bakugou always berates me” he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly “truthfully I prefer to be out of doors”

“yes, there’s always something else to do that I never have enough time for books,” Shoto said, he much preferred to be practical and Mr Kirishima beamed at him.

“yes! That’s exactly right- “and they were off In their own little world, drifting away to join the dance.

Izuku was left alone, as he looked around at the sea of faces, none of which he was particularly familiar with a sudden knot formed in his stomach and the mild symptoms of panic began to set in, being stuck alone in a crowd made him uneasy and he frantically began to scour the room in search of refuge, all the while measuring his breathes. Finally, he set eyes on Ochaco and quickly made his way over, the anxious bout building inside his chest eased as he clasped her hands.

As they conversed, on the other side of the hall his youngest siblings were running amok,
“officers!” was the cry on their lips, apparently the regiment was arriving soon and staying for several months. For the young girls, this was a delight, to have true uniformed officers marching about town. They delivered the news swiftly to their mother; whose mind once again began to whirr while her husband tended to a distracted Mei who seemed intent on finding something to pull apart and tinker with

The dance came to a close, as Izuku and Ochaco sat hidden from the crowds, in front of them Kirishima and Bakugou talked, and the pair quickly stopped their conversation in favour of listening,

“come on you have to dance with someone,” it was Kirishima “you can’t just stand there for the entire night.”

Mr Bakugou seemed even more irritated than he did at the start of the evening, face drawn into an impossibly deep scowl

“I don’t dance, you know I hate it” his friend smacked him on the back, undeterred

“But I’ve never seen such pretty faces!” Kirishima was still half looking at Shoto while he spoke

“that’s because of your dancing with the only good-looking person in the room”

“he is very beautiful” Kirishima sighed “but it’s not manly for you to be so rude to everyone one else in need of a partner, besides his brother Izuku is great company and handsome too,” at that Izuku flushed slightly taken aback by the compliment. It had always been unsaid, but out of all his siblings, he was undoubtedly the plainest, short in stature with a smattering of freckles and untameable green hair he was nothing special so unconsciously Mr Kirishima’s praise flattered him.

“tch, Deku is far from handsome enough to tempt me to dance,” he said it with an ugly tone that made Deku gape and Ochaco gasp, how could he say something so rude, and in public!? Kirishima seemed equally as shocked

“Deku? Wait you mean he’s- “he was cut off by a quick growl from his friend, apparently Bakugou hadn’t held back the details from his childhood, and Izuku dreaded to think how he must have been painted out by Kacchan to someone as good-natured as Kirishima.

“Why the fuck are you still hanging around me for, go enjoy smiling like an idiot with your partner and leave me be” the coarseness of his language gave away his exhaustion. The pair split of leaving the two eavesdroppers.

Ochaco was quick to turn to him, practically seething with anger.

“Don’t let it bother you Izuku, he’s not worth your time,” Izuku composed himself from his shock and laughed lightly, “your right, besides he was always like that even when we were children, seems that he’s only grown more insufferable since then. He chuckled “is far from handsome enough to tempt me to dance” he mocked in a voice far too low and pompous and they fell about in laughter.

The night drew near it’s close, only a few dwindling hours were left and the dancing had died down considerably, the conversation now took centre stage and much to Izuku’s chagrin he was stuck chaperoning his mother in a large group consisting of the two of them, Shoto, Mr Kirishima and to his mortification a decidedly uninterested Bakugou.

“your friend Miss Uraraka is such good company,” Mr Kirishima had just finished a dance with her and found her to be a great deal of fun. Izuku grinned

“yes, she’s wonderful” but his mother was quick to interrupt, with good intention tainted slightly by two much wine

“yes, it’s such a shame she hasn’t been married yet,” it was a genuine lament, but one that was completely inappropriate

“Mama!” she had to learn a little more restraint, but apparently his interjection hadn’t been enough

“it is a shame really, but my Shoto has had a great many suitors” she sighed happily, and Shoto’s embarrassment was clear. He lowered his eyed instinctively,

“When he was 15 a gentleman, was so much in love I was sure he would make him an offer...” she trailed off, still obviously disappointed in the lack of results the affair had brought. Nevertheless, she carried on,

“However, he did write some very pretty poems for him.” Shoto seemed on the verge of fainting from mortification and even Mr Kirishima seemed a touch uncomfortable. That was enough, he had to stop this

He blurted out as confidently as he could: “and that put an end to it” with everyone’s full attention and no one’s interruption he carried on

“I wonder who discovered the power of poetry in driving away love.” There was general laughter and his nerves eased slightly before he heard a dry bark to his right, Kacchan was glaring at him

“If I remember it right, Deku, you used to burst into tears at the sound of a soppy verse and now you seem to think the opposite, isn’t poetry meant to encourage affections” Kacchan didn’t care about poetry, this was meant to mock him, and his insistence of calling him that name all but proved the notion. Izuku bristled, he was being challenged and he wouldn’t back down, not against Kacchan, he steeled himself tuning to face the taller man, meeting his eyes shamelessly.

“Only if those affections are stable with good foundation Kacchan, if it’s a flimsy inclination then one poor sonnet will leave it stone dead”

Then what would you suggest Deku?” he asked jeeringly

“dancing and good conversation, even if the other person is barely tolerable,” replying lightly he gave a vague smile and relished the feeling as Kacchan’s expression became thunderous once again. When they were young this would have been the point of eruption for a famous temper tantrum but without the excuse of adolescence to allow him to air his rage, Kacchan would simply have to swallow it and that gave Izuku immense pleasure. He bowed and walked away, thoroughly satisfied. So much so that he didn’t pay Kacchan any attention for the rest of the night, meaning he missed the way those bright red eyes followed him about the hall as the evening drew to a close.

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Late into the night when the rest of the house had fallen asleep, the two eldest Midoriya children lay awake under the covers of their bed.

Shoto said dreamily “Mr Kirishima is…” he paused trying to find the words “exactly what an alpha should be, kind, well mannered- “

“Rich” Izuku interjected slyly and his brother huffed “you know I don’t care about that; besides he didn’t mind that I was quiet, and he spoke enough for the both of us,”

“he is all that, and handsome too, but more importantly he seems to like you, which is all that matters,” Izuku had liked him, truly he had but

“the company he keeps could be in better taste though,” he grimaced at the memory,

“I can’t believe he said that about you, how were you ever friends with him?” Shoto was indignant. Izuku repeated his impression of his encounter to Shoto, lowering his voice and scrunching his face into a painful scowl, his brother laughed openly.

“oh no, only a deep love will tempt me into marriage, which is why I will end up alone, surrounded by nothing but books, you on the other hand” he nudged Shoto with his leg “have someone halfway in love with you already,” their expressions were soft, but Shoto was not appeased

“I still can’t believe he said that” Izuku sighed at his worry,

“I could have forgiven him, if only he’d been a little kinder when we first spoke, besides it doesn’t matter after tonight I don’t think we’ll ever speak again.” They blew out the candles and slept.

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A few days passed since the ball, and Izuku had tried to put the events of the night behind him. Seeing kacchan again had shocked him more than he realised. That night he’d been taken by surprise, yet when he had woken up the next morning, he felt a sudden rush of mortification seize him, he’d been rude, undeniably so, there was no way to dress it up, and in front of Mr Kirishima and Miss Tokage. He was gripped with the sudden fear that his actions had led to Shoto being disregarded or pushed out of Mr Kirishima's favour. For three days this horrible anxiety gnawed away at him until finally four mornings later a letter arrived addressed to a Mr Shoto Midoriya from Narako.

They were all sat around the breakfast table with their father sat at the head reading a newspaper, sharing anything he found particularly interesting with Izuku. They piled various foods onto their plates, a mixture of eggs and meats accompanied by bread cheese and sweet pastries, as they ate Camie rushed In holding a fine ivory envelope that bore the neat cursive handwriting that could only belong to someone of high standing. The girl quickly handed the letter to Todoroki, their mother gasped practically flinging her body across the table as far as her plump figure would allow.

“it’s from Miss Tokage,” he opened the enveloped and scanned the page “she’s invited me to Narako for dinner”

Inko let out a quivering sigh of relief “oh Shoto, my dear, this means you are saved!” the joy was palpable in her expression, the face only a mother would make when her children were assured a future of stability that she had no means of providing by herself.

Shoto carried on reading, “Mr Kirishima will not be joining us,” his voice dropped a little “he will be dining out.”

Their mother froze, reaching out to take the letter herself, scanning the contents with a frustrated grimace, ‘Oh my dear that is this is most unfortunate,’ despite her obvious disappointment, a look of deep contemplation graced her face. Shoto turned to their father
“may I take the carriage papa, or else I’ll be stuck in the –
“rain!” their mother was suddenly triumphant, it was clear that the weather would be taking a turn, the smoky smell of thunder was thick, and the skies were already bleeding out into a muted grey.
“that’s exactly right, if you don’t take the carriage you’ll be caught in the rain and they’ll have no choice but to invite you to stay, which means you will inevitably see Mr Kirishima,” her scheme was almost maniacal in how quickly it had come together, Shoto was scandalised.
“Mama, you can’t be serious!” It was Izuku’s turn to chime in.
“oh Shoto, I know it seems underhand, but we must sometimes press these things to move on a little quicker, besides he’s already half in love with you already, isn’t that right Izuku,” she addressed him sternly, imploring him not to press the issue further. He instead turned to his father who only retreated into his newspaper.

A fresh crack of thunder knelled outside. In the end, it rained the entire afternoon and into the night.

Another letter came again that morning, this time address to Izuku from his brother. He sat at the entrance to the kitchen while his family fussed dying different strips of fabric, Camie and Ashido particularly engrossed in turning a dull sash into a vibrant purple. They were to accompany their mother into town soon in hopes of catching a glimpse of the soldier's parade, just in the hope that one of the soldiers would dane to pick up a lost glove or handkerchief and introduce themselves to the silly girls.

Izuku read out loud,

“And my kind friends will not hear of me returning home until I am better -- but do
not be alarmed excepting a sore throat, a fever, and a headache there is nothing
wrong with me."

He was mortified “This is ridiculous, he’s just about caught his death!” addressing his mother pointedly who had started to wring he hands, worry clear in her expression

“Well, my dear, if your son does die it will be a comfort to know it was all in pursuit of Mr Kirishima” Papa had chuckled dryly trying the ease the situation, he had meant no harm by saying it, but it caused Inko to grow alarmingly pale.

“People do not die of colds” she stated but then the worry drew her voice out incredibly thin as she asked, “do they?” At that Izuku stood up,

“Don’t worry Mama, I’ll head to Narako straight away” but that only seemed to cause her to fret more, much like her son, one anxiety opened the flood gated to a million more.

“All that way on foot?” it wasn’t as if Izuku had never made a similar journey before, but Mei quickly spoke up.

“Mama, I’m in desperate need of supplies so Izuku can walk me to town, which is more than halfway, so we can head off together” she got up quickly and scurried to the elder brothers side liking her arm with his, with that it was seemingly decided.

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“Thank you for coming with me Mei, I know you only did it so Mama would let me go” as they made their way down the path Mei smiled,

“no need to thank me, I needed to get to town anyway, besides, I’m not oblivious to what’s happening with Shoto. Do you think anything will come from Mr Kirishima?”

Izuku shifted slightly, he had seen enough at the ball to be sure he was interested, he couldn’t fathom a way that this wouldn’t work out in Shoto’s favour.

“I only ask because of his sister, she doesn’t look like someone who would appreciate our family… or it’s peculiarities’ she grinned broadly gesturing at herself, Izuku hummed lightly. Mei understood that her proclivity towards invention and disinterest with much else left many thinking she was odd, but she didn’t seem to care much.

As they approached the village Mei turned to him “say hello to my brother for me and be careful of that family!”

Izuku nodded, she was astute and Izuku was careful to remember her warning. They parted and he continued towards Narako.

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The sky had turned into a soft cerulean colour with barely any clouds in the sky, only small faint wisps that moved and disappeared softly crumbling into the vast horizon. The rain had stirred up the mud so caked together sticking to his shoes and trouser legs, his footsteps got heavier, and the mud kicked up to his knees. The further he walked across the fields the stronger the wind grew and the clearer the air, the cool breeze whipped across his face and amongst his hair, it barely looked presentable at the best of times but now he was sure to look like a mess, especially to his soon to be hosts who were certain to be horrified by his dishevelled country appearance.

He giggled under his breath, shaking his head as if they would spare him a second look, all he had to do was quietly find his brother; besides he was only there for Shoto, it wasn’t as if he would be seeing Mr Kirishima…or Kacchan. Now that was an entirely different situation altogether, he had to stop calling him that silly nickname when he thought back to that night at the ball he felt completely embarrassed and not the least bit ashamed at having called him such a childish name in the first place, they weren’t children anymore and any fondness that resulted from their time together had dissipated, Kacchan had made sure of that, no not kacchan Mr Bakugou, MR Bakugou, he repeated it several times but the words felt foreign and uneasy on his tongue. He supposed there was no real harm in privately referring to him that way, besides Kacchan hadn’t exactly shown himself to be a pillar of good manners. Blatantly calling him Deku, Izuku knew he had to rise above, Kacchan would always be Kacchan but in public, Mr Bakugou would suffice to keep Izuku’s dignity despite Kacchan’s overt rudeness.

As children, Izuku had barely been able to wrap his mouth around the complex structures of the name so Katsuki had evolved into Kacchan, and while as children he had complained and called the name pathetically childish, Kacchan had never once corrected him or shown any real dislike for it.

His walk stirred up memories of when they were young, Izuku had always loved to wander. He loved marching through luscious green fields, sometimes it was his only time to think, Kacchan had always been adventurous rushing off without a thought to play solider or explore a wooded area, but whenever Izuku would set off on one of his meanders near his small house Kacchan would always accompany him, silently listening to Izuku fill up the space with this thoughts or more rarely they would walk silently the sound of wind their only companion, it was nice, calming even, just the two of them pretending to adventure far away even though Izuku’s house had only been a few paces behind. Rarer still were the times where Kacchan would silently reach over and link his pinkie finger with Izuku’s and he would smile comforted by that small bit of contact. They never mentioned their walks, Kacchan’s proud and explosive nature would never allow it, but it was really, and it had meant everything to Izuku. Clearly, Kacchan had no such sentimental attachment.

Izuku hadn’t realised he was mumbling, an awkward habit that he’d had since childhood which revealed itself when he was deep in thought, he only became conscious of it when he was abruptly cut off, mouth smothered against a large solid weight, he had bumped into something, something towering and dark something that smelled distinctly smoky and warm, something vaguely familiar… oh god.

Their Collison only lasted for a second but the sheer mortification Izuku felt at that moment would be something he would never forget for the rest of his life, opposite him stood a very irritated looking Kacchan.

“You should watch where you’re going Deku, one of these days you’ll bump into some real trouble,” he seemed infinitely more grouchy than at the ball if that was at all humanly possible, or perhaps it was just the clear lighting that highlighted his ever-present scowl and harsh expression.

Izuku gave a small greeting bow that Kacchan barely returned, as he did his eyes seemed to catch on something, Izuku’s shoes. They were covered in mud, in fact, Kacchan’s expression quickly grew infinitely amused as he surveyed Izuku up and down clearly taking immense satisfaction from his dishevelled appearance, the menacing way his eyes raked up and down his small frame left him feeling practically naked, Kacchan’s towering height did nothing to help ease his nerves either. Not to mention the fine tailored clothing Kacchan was wearing, leaving no question as to his wealth or status.

“I guess you walked all the way here Deku, old habits do die hard especially for someone like you,” the venom oozed from Kacchan’s voice, and Izuku suddenly felt overwhelmingly embarrassed, but he met kacchan eyes, steeling himself.

“I’ve come to inquire after my brother, I’m certain he needs me.” Once again, the expression on Kacchan’s face shifted into something Izuku couldn’t quite name.

He laughed coldly and he began to fiddle with his pinkie finger, Izuku noticed he was twisting a small ring. He must have missed it at the ball in the dim lighting but now he could see it clearly. Izuku recognised it instantly, it had belonged to Katsuki’s Father Masaru. Masaru was unlike any Omega Izuku had seen, or rather the effect he had on others was unlike anything Izuku had ever seen. He had known Mitsuki as a formidable unbendable alpha, but a soft word from Masaru would put her at ease. His effect on Katsuki was just as impressive, usually unruly and rash he would melt into his father’s arms. Especially when they were younger, the only person ever capable of talking the pair down was Masaru. The clearest Memory Izuku had of him was one they were only five, it was clear that Masaru was near his heat since his pheromones were strong enough that even Izuku’s juvenile sense of smell could detect it.

He was still too childish to realise how improper it was to smell another person’s scent, that was only possible if you were physically close to someone or had the luxury of being their mate, but the situation had felt special. It was soothing really, not quite as calming as his own Mother’s scent, but Masaru had joined the two children one evening and they had ended up falling asleep in his lap, holding hands and breathing softly comforted by the patriarch of the Bakugou family. Izuku has long suspected that it had been his influence that initiated the friendship between kacchan and himself. It had also been Masaru who had held Katsuki back the day Inko had announced the family would be moving. Subconsciously Izuku had tried his best to forget that horrible time but now and again awful flashes would come back and the memories made his shiver. He had died along with Mitsuki in an accident several years ago, seemingly just before Kacchan had turned 20, the news had devastated Izuku and his mother more than he could fairly say, they both wanted to attend the funeral but they received no invitation, this should have been obvious since there was no sensible reason two people from such a lowly background would be in the acquaintance of people such as the Bakugou’s. So, both mother and son mourned alone.

Izuku had been carried away by memories he long thought forgotten, he was only pulled out of his stupor by kacchan angrily barking at him “How moving to see you display such loyalty,”

it may have sounded complimentary on paper but the sneer Kacchan gave as he said it quickly turned the words sour as if he was deeply offended that Izuku cared about his own brother. Before Izuku could respond in turn Katsuki was quick to brush him off.

“Go on then, go through the front and ask for Mrs Oshima. She’s the housekeeper, she’ll take you to your brother” his tone was final but Kacchan made no move to leave, instead, he just stood there watching Izuku, almost scrutinising him, waiting to see what he would do. The intensity of those bright eyes coupled with the confusing nature of their conversation (if you could even call It that) stirred a panic in Izuku leaving him stifled, quickly he gave a bow goodbye before rushing past him, nicking their shoulders together.

He could feel Kacchan’s eyes burning into his neck.

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Despite the awkwardness of their encounter Kacchan had been helpful, Izuku had found Ms Oshima, a kindly plump woman, who reminded him a little bit of his mother. She had guided him through the back way to Shoto's room due to his insistence on not being a bother for Miss Tokage, unfortunately, he wasn’t so successful he had run into her halfway up a flight of stairs and their greeting had been tense. He felt his cheeks colour with the embarrassment of greeting her with such a frazzled appearance. Thankfully the meeting had been swift, and he had quickly made his way to the room his brother was staying in.

The room was bigger than any in his own home, with luscious decorations, and a calming ivory colouring. The curtains where drawn and the temperature was notably higher than the outside corridors, a result of the fever and lack of fresh air no doubt. Izuku approached the bed where his brother lay bundled up in thick blankets, a result of Mr Kirishima he suspected. He smiled fondly and gently shook his brother awake.

“You should have seen him Eijiro, I could barely contain myself,” Setsuna Tokage was lounging in her chair screeching at her cousin. Katsuki looked over his book irritated; he could barely stand her.

Kirishima smiled awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, his discomfort obvious.
“Well, I think it shows he cares about his brother, very manly if you ask me,”

Miss Tokage snickered “I’d say it was anything but, did you see what he looked like, his hair! And up to his neck in mud, I hear you had a run in with him Mr Bakugou,”

she turned to him coyly and Katsuki rolled his eyes, if she hadn’t been Kirishima’s cousin he would have sent her away weeks ago. She was far too clingy, always pawing at him, rubbing up against him, worst yet her proximity let faint traces of her scent linger around him, it made his stomach turn, sickly sweet and suffocating. Ever since they had arrived, she had been making snide remarks, about the houses, the people, hell even the weather. She seemed to be particularly venomous towards the Midoriya family. Katsuki hadn’t exactly been very welcoming either, but he had his reasons.

For all his bitterness, privately he had been wrestling with the events of that morning he couldn’t shake the image of a windswept Deku crashing into him. Ruddy cheeks and those big green eyes that stared right through him. He hadn’t changed, still the same naïve brat from when they were children…

“I couldn’t care less, Deku seemed fine to me,” he turned away and returned to his novel.

She faltered for a minute before humming to herself, ‘well I know I would never behave so poorly, tell me why do you call him that awful name?”

At that Katsuki felt his patience wear dangerously thin, he sent a glare over to Kirishima indicating that he needed to control his cousin or Katsuki would do it for him.

“Ah leave it Setsuna, that’s no concern of ours anyway, besides the Midoriya’s and the Bakugou’s knew each other a while back!” Kirishima hurried to answer physically placing himself between the two, she looked unsatisfied but left it at that. A few minutes later she grew bored and left the room taking with her the uncomfortable tension that had built up.

Kirishima turned to him “well that sure hit a nerve didn’t it,” he said grinning awkwardly.

“I know this situation must be hard for you, but you have to admit the Midoriya’s seem like a genuinely good family, I know things were difficult before, but you know Bakugou, you could always- “

“leave it alone Kirishima,” it was a warning, he had confided in Kirishima long ago under the strict agreement that they would never discuss it again. Katsuki was in no mood to revisit the past, he aggressively turned the page to his book a sign that the discussion was over.

Kirishima sighed, “I thought as much,” he left to check on his guests.

Izuku sat by his brother’s side, holding his hand tenderly as Shoto nursed the fever.

“I feel like such a nuisance,” he said quite bashfully. He was sitting upright in a new dressing gown, the old one had been soaked with sweat. Izuku had drawn the curtains and opened the windows, determined for some fresh air to get in and cleanse the room of its sickly atmosphere. Within the past few hours, Shoto had improved, speaking easier than before.

“don’t be silly, we both know it’s not your fault you got caught up in all that rain,” he smiled broadly and Shoto let out a small laugh, their poor mother really was unparalleled. As the siblings talked a knock sounded at the door,

“it’s me, I’ve come to inquire about Mr Midoriya… the sick one that is!” Izuku bit his tongue to stifle his laughter. Shoto panicked for a second, pulling the sheets up to his neck, not wanting to look improper in front of Mr Kirishima,

“don’t worry I won’t come in, only, has he improved Mr Izuku?”

“I am afraid that he is still quite unwell,” he raised his palm to his brother's forehead, the fever still scalding at his skin.

“Let me send for the doctor again, and you must stay until your brother is recovered,” Izuku detected a slight trace of worry in his voice, it seemed he really had grown quite attached.

Shoto spoke up straining his voice “Oh, I would not wish to inconvenience you.” He sounded Just as flustered as Mr Kirishima, Izuku could bet that if he opened the door their faces would be as red as each other.

“No, no on my honour as an alpha I wouldn’t stand for anything else. I’ll send to Sanso for your clothes directly.”
His sincere determination melted Shoto immediately who obediently melted further into the bed seemingly very comfortable despite his sickness.

Deku called out his thanks “Your very kind, sir.” While he had been right in his judgement of Kacchan, Mr Kirishima seemed to truly be a gentleman, caring and patient, perhaps a little eager but kindly none the less.

“Oh, and Mr Izuku, come join us this evening, it’s much better fun when there’s more of us.”

Izuku couldn’t imagine anything more beastly.

The evening came far sooner than expected, Izuku sat at the dresser table trying to tame his hair well enough so he wouldn’t completely embarrass himself again. He brushed the thick curls down and tucked them behind his ears, but the curls always seemed to bounce back up. He sighed, resigned to his defeat, he turned to his brother and smiled

“do you think I’ll disgrace you then?”
Shoto laughed fondly, shaking his head as he chided him “you look nice, don’t worry, even if they don’t realise it.’

Izuku moved to sit with his brother, curling his small figure up against him,
“I wish I could just stay with you; I don’t think I can stand a whole evening of being criticised by Miss Tokage and…you know who?” he sighed resting his cheek against Shoto’s shoulder.

“only your Mr Kirishima is kind and friendly”

Shoto became flustered “He is not my Mr Kirishima” the blush striking at his neck and cheeks. Izuku chuckled, his brother was too easy to tease.

He got up, stretching slightly, “Oh, I think he is. Or he very soon will be.” He winked, then kissed his temple before making his way downstairs, steeling himself for a difficult night.

Surprisingly dinner that evening wasn’t particularly unpleasant, the food was nice, which struck Izuku as being expected, such a fine house certainly had a fine chef and Mr Kirishima was happy to carry the conversation while everyone else responded dully to his promptings, everyone except for Kacchan who barely ate and spent the evening looking rather irritated, Izuku could have sworn if he was not tersely answering his friend then he was glaring at him. It made Izuku shiver.

They retired to the drawing-room, where Mr Kirishima and his cousin began to play a game of cards. The room was large and imposing with dark green curtains and accents on all the furniture, in the centre was a long white Chaise longue with gold detailing and pillows with green patterns. Mr Kirishima had been kind enough to loan him a novel for the evening, with the promise of showing him the library at a more opportune moment (preferably when his brother was well again). He sat on the lounge and began to read, happy to sit silently for the rest of the evening, he didn’t expect kacchan to suddenly ask him

“How is your brother?” Izuku startled, he glanced across the room where Kacchan sat at a desk thoroughly engrossed in writing, he could almost believe that he’d misheard, but he knew it would be rude to ignore him

“he is a little better, thank you,” he squeaked out politely as he could. Kacchan hummed in reply. From across the room Miss Tokage glared at them.

“Will you join us Mr Midoriya?” she asked placing down her hand of cards. She looked at him expectantly, her dark sharp eyes scrutinising him from afar, it was daunting, not in the way Mr Kirishima or even Kacchan were. Her stare was malicious, and Izuku knew it was better to stay away.

“Thank you, but no,” he tried to retreat into his book, but she was persistent, she smiled.

“You prefer reading to cards, do you? How strange”

“I think it’s great, to be such an accomplished reader, I admire you!” Mr Kirishima called twisting his body to face Izuku, giving a wide smile, Izuku flushed at the praise, grateful for the rescue,

“ah, I wouldn’t say I’m acc-“ before he could finish his sentence Miss Tokage was addressing Kacchan.

“what are you doing so secretly Mr Bakugou” he didn’t stop his writings, but his scowl deepened creasing his handsome brow.

“it’s no secret, I’m writing to my sister,” he stiffened slightly, hand flexing around his pen.

‘Oh, little Eri, I must see her sometime soon,”

Izuku stopped his reading, he had known Kacchan since they were children, they had grown together, practically inseparable from infancy. In all that time Izuku had never known him to have a sibling. Before he could contain himself, he had already asked

“I didn’t know you had a sister?”

he was genuine in his confusion, honesty etched into his expressive eyes. The alpha’s expression became unreadable, his red intense eyes scrutinising him, perhaps in search of sincerity. Katsuki turned his gaze back to his letters.

“and I didn’t know you’d collected four other siblings, but then again things change don’t they” the venomous worlds left Izuku taken aback, was that mean to insult him, his siblings were his family, clearly Kacchan disapproved, once again he was reminded of his dislike for this new cruel Mr Bakugou.

“Your right, I suppose they do,” he said not caring to earn a response. Any sister of his must be just as cold and conceited. Izuku returned to his book, thoroughly irritated. Unfortunately, that was not the last time he was disturbed.

“she is so talented, it seems now all omegas are all exceedingly talented, singing, drawing, playing the piano,”

Mr Kirishima seemed easily impressed in a sweet naïve way, his omega cousin was not so easily swayed. She neatly packed her hand of cards away before standing up and slowly making her way around the room, her opulent dress swaying as she moved. As she did Kacchan spoke,

“you're too easily impressed, there aren’t a dozen who meet the requirements of being accomplished, most are still snivelling at the skirts of their mothers,”

Izuku bristled, he couldn’t comprehend Kacchan’s criticisms when he so clearly lacked any basic sense of manners. Surely no accomplished alpha was so rude and conceited. He steeled himself to remain focused on his book and would have stayed that way had it not been for Miss Tokage,

“I agree, I know of none,”

“you must hold the idea of an ‘accomplished omega’ in high regards then, to be so critical?” Izuku smiled at Kacchan without an ounce of sweetness. He said nothing, but his hand stilled his eyes narrowing, Miss Tokage seemed happy to continue

“I do, an omega must have a knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing and the modern languages to deserve the word,”

Izuku wondered if perhaps she was trying to endear herself to Kacchan, if only they understood that their great fortunes allowed them the opportunity and free hours to pursue such activities. Not everyone was so fortunate, Izuku knew this well. As children they had no governess, learning at home from their mother and father, their musical knowledge was competent at best and non-existent at worst, him landing squarely in the middle. All other requirements came contingent on money, which his family sorely lacked. Which Miss Tokage seemed to relish.

“And there must be something singular, in the way they walk,” she made a point of swaying her body as she moved, if Izuku had less self-control he would have groaned.

From across the room, the alpha spoke “And they must improve their mind by extensive reading,”

Izuku slammed his book shut. He could tell when he was being mocked. Placing the novel aside he addressed the man who he had admired so greatly as a child.

“I'm no longer surprised at your knowing a few ‘accomplished’ omegas, I wonder at you knowing any, with such high standards,’ Kacchan threw his pen down, unashamedly addressing him

“It doesn’t surprise me that you underestimate your own sex the same way you underestimate yourself.”

Izuku wondered what happened to that sweet, bold child he had known, he feared that Kacchan had vanished forever.

“In not so sure Mr Bakugou” Kacchan’s eye twitched and Izuku smiled openly,

“whoever they are, they must be fearsome to behold.” A heavy sliced enveloped the pair for a singular moment, both their expressions unreadable.

“Mr Midoriya, will you take a turn about the room with me,” Miss Tokage spoke, her tone somewhat more panicked than before, there was no room for refusal, so he rose, and Miss Tokage linked their arms together as they took measured steps together. Kacchan returned to his writing, while Miss Tokage glanced over her shoulder to gaze at him.

“Will you not join us, Mr Bakugou?” she asked coyly, clearly hoping for the alpha to replace him on her arm.

“What would be the point In that?” once again he was thoroughly engrossed in his writings, no doubt tired of the tedious company of such unaccomplished omegas.

“Well, what do you mean by that?” to Izuku’s horror his proximity to her meant he caught a vague notion of her ever ripening scent, sickly and crushing.

“I think we would do better not to inquire.” Izuku was eager to stop any more conversations with Kacchan, his nerves growing in intensity

“no, we insist on knowing what you mean!” Her playfulness only increased with Izuku’s hesitance.

“I’m sure that you know, your figures appear to be most attractive when walking, sitting here I can admire you better,” he slumped back in his chair eyeing them openly, his gaze not predatory but something else something much more calculating. Izuku felt himself blush, that was unnecessary even for Kacchan the very notion of it left Izuku mortified, to be looked at in that way by kacchan…

“What a scandalous thing to say. How should we punish him, Mr Izuku?” She gave a vapid giggle.
Izuku knew Kacchan wanted something to bite onto, something as vicious as he was, but Izuku had grown tired of the malicious aura he took so much pleasure in exuding. Teasing would be so much better.

“We should laugh at him.”
They stopped in front of Kacchan and Miss Tokage thankfully let go of his arm.

“Laugh at Mr Bakugou? Impossible. He is an alpha without fault.”

Izuku bit his lip. That was a sentiment he had heard before, even as a child Kacchan was lorded as the image of the ideal alpha, confident and explosive he commanded the room with his presence. Izuku’s meekness often led him to be teased by his friend. As children, Kacchan had always known him as weak, berating him for every small thing

“always stay behind me Deku, what would you do without me huh?”

Izuku broke away from the memory

“Is he indeed? An alpha without fault?

He raised his eyebrow in challenge, he wondered if Kacchan still felt the same. Evidently, he did, his reply was as curt as ever

“I avoid falling to weaknesses, anyone with self-respect should try and do the same,”

“Weaknesses?! Such as pride…or arrogance perhaps?” Kacchan’s expression turned icy

“You would say pride is a weakness, but when there is clear superiority, there’s no point in denying it “

Izuku looked rather amused, even a little triumphant, perhaps Kacchan wasn’t so perfect after all if he couldn’t recognise the hypocrisy in his own words and manners.

“I know my faults, I know I’m not forgiving, and I don’t give second chances,”

Izuku paused, taking a moment to stare at him, to really look at the man sitting an arm’s length away, and for the first time since they had reencountered one, another Izuku felt his heartache at the loss of their friendship. His amusement faded away and he gave a small resigned smile

“That is a failing, indeed Kacchan,” he had forgotten his previous resolve of calling him by a more appropriate name

“But I cannot laugh at it.” He spoke as if they were children again, still holding hands in that field.

“It’s a shame, you know that I love to laugh.” Kacchan stared at him silently

Mr Kirishima gave an awkward cough, forgotten in the confusion of the evening
“Err, shall we have some music? Be a shame not to”

Miss Tokage made her way to the piano and began to play, Izuku bowed at Kacchan before returning to the Chaise longue. He opened his book but found himself unable to take in a single word.

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Hi everyone, so as you can see this isn't an update. I'm very sorry for basically abandoning this work, but I haven't felt very motivated to keep writing. whatsmore, I haven't really felt proud of the work itself. I would really like to start rewriting this story and repost the chapters properly edited and written in a way I actually like. would you all be ok with that, I ask because I'm writing mostly for myself but also for the people who have been so kind and consistently read this story. I could continue the story without the rewrites, but the incoming chapters would feel very different I think so I would inevitably have to do the rewrite, just later down the line. please do let me know your thoughts in the comments.

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