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The snow sparkled under the trembling glow of the streetlamp. The damp, cold air settled heavily in the lungs, searing the throat. A palm gently rested against a flushed cheek, yet the touch was icy, freezing not only the skin but the heart as well. Trembling hands clutched tightly at the edges of a sweater, while darting pupils searched desperately for even the slightest hint of calm in the fiery scarlet eyes before him. But eye contact only seemed to stoke the flames. The gaze of the towering male crept straight into the soul, confirming that this was all his fault. 

Stupid.

The tense atmosphere weighed down almost physically, settling on the shoulders like a heavy burden, forcing him to hunch over while the heart pounded a frantic rhythm, threatening to burst from the chest. The air between them was saturated with the alpha’s pheromones, concentrated with raw, primal fury, sending chill down the spine, a fine tremor through the body, and triggering Izuku’s most natural response to danger: freeze.

Useless. Everything could've been fine if you had just listened.

Under the onslaught of intense pheromones that Katsuki had deliberately enveloped him in, instincts involuntarily began to overpower reason. He took a step back, feeling like a cornered animal hunted by a dangerous predator, and tried to keep the tears from breaking out. Kacchan’s scent made his head spin, affecting Izuku like the most intensive drug, leaving no chance for resistance. The omega within him decided that the only way to escape danger and satisfy them both was to obediently lower his head before the dominant alpha.  

Why am I always ruin everything? Kacchan is the only one who loves and takes care of me. Of quirkless, hilarious Deku. 

Bakugou hummed contentedly at the sight and removed his hand from the smaller male's face, making him feel much colder. It was a decision Midoriya had always made. Consciously or not, he had always submitted to Katsuki like a good omega, only wanting a little attention and affection in return.

"Look at yourself. You're pathetic as hell." A sarcastic remark reached his ears, accompanied by a sharp chuckle — one that, however, held not a hint of amusement. Though Katsuki put up a dismissive facade, anger still boiled in his veins. Izuku feel it in every inch of his body. Yet, even in this situation, there was a catch: the Alpha's rage, alongside the sense of danger, was strangely also calming. 

I'm begging you, Kacchan, be mad at me, yell at me with all your might. I deserve it. But don't turn away, don't look at me with indifference. My heart will stop the very moment you stop feeling anything for me and lose interest.

"I-I'm sorry, K-kacchan…” Midoriya’s voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with betrayal. “It won’t happen again, I... I didn’t mean to! Please…”

The fear of reprimand kept growing, piercing sharply through his heart. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. Omega lifted his head, and his emerald eyes widened in fear at the sight of Katsuki — cold, indifferent, staring at him with that gaze. Izuku looked just like a deer caught in headlights.

That’s it. Kacchan is going to leave me, he definitely will — I’ve pushed him to his breaking point. If I hadn't been so stupid, if I had been a good omega, if I hadn't kept disappointing him over and over... He wouldn't want to leave me. I reek of another alpha's scent. Kacchan will stop loving me. 

Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, silently watching Deku. The wind tousled his green curls, tiny crystals of tears forming in the corners of his eyes, while his freckled cheeks and nose were flushed from the winter cold.

Combined with the omega’s fear-laced pheromones and his instant submission, this sight struck the most resonant chords of pleasure within Katsuki, stroking his ego. He knew exactly what effect he wanted to have on his beloved.

"Oh, I know this won’t happen again. I’ll make sure of it." 

The Alpha grabbed the fragile boy by the wrist, and, having received no resistance in response, roughly dragged him inside the house. Izuku trembled like a leaf in the wind, his legs weak and unsteady as he stumbled after Bakugou, nearly tripping over the threshold.

No matter how cute Midoriya may be, he wouldn’t escape the punishment he deserved. After all, Deku would do anything to keep from being discarded like an unwanted toy.

If Kacchan leaves — what'll be left of him?

"You’re such a good boy, Deku." Bakugou gently ran his fingertips across the omega’s palm in an attempt to soothe him, and then carefully rested Izuku's head on his shoulder, stroking and threading fingers through his curls. 

His breath hitched. The smaller boy froze, afraid to ruin the moment. His chest tightened, as if thousands of claws were scratching his soul, but soon, in those exhausted, panic-stricken eyes, a spark of hope and gratitude appeared. His tense shoulders slowly dropped. Body still trembled with a fine shiver, his breath remained uneven… but inside, the anxiety washed away in a wave of relief.

He's here. He forgave. He didn't leave. 

Izuku sobbed convulsively, hastily wiping his tears away with his free hand, and gave in to the temptation to nuzzle against Katsuki’s shoulder, which he had so kindly offered. He hesitantly pressed closer, the tip of his nose brushing against his alpha’s neck as he greedily inhaled his scent. It instantly brought him peace — once again, he, a helpless and pathetic omega, was protected by his dear Kacchan. 

Along the entire arm, the name "Katsuki" was elegantly engraved. Bakugou approached the task with great dedication — he bought a special set of carving knives, a marking pencil, and a roll of bandages. The omega endured the procedure without a single complaint or plea, which made Katsuki exult. 

Kacchan always knows best. His quirk is powerful. He's a born leader and protector, the one everyone has followed since childhood. That wasn’t supposed to change. Fate only emphasized this truth once again when I turned out to be an omega, and he an alpha. Everyone is where they belong.

Poor Izuku flinched from the searing pain and stifled a sob, burying his face in Katsuki’s neck as he tended to the wounds. The towel was mesmerizingly stained scarlet, finally allowing the inscription on his arm to be seen clearly. Only for a moment, though, before the cuts began to bleed again.

The blond smirked to himself. He had marked his omega in every possible way, and now the brand of belonging was not only in the form of scent and a bite on the neck but also as a personal signature.

"Take a look at the work I've done. I'm proud of you, Deku. This time, you tried to hold back your stupid tears as much as you could and didn’t irritate me even more."

Bakugou’s hand slid from his hair to rest on Izuku’s shoulder, preventing him from pulling away. The warmth of his body seeped through the fabric. Omega lowered his gaze and stopped breathing altogether upon seeing the sight of the bloody mess his thin arm had become.

His vision blurred slightly, and he had to suppress both his gag reflex and his tears. Otherwise, Kacchan would get angry again. Something inside him broke at that moment, only to piece itself back together the instant Katsuki’s lips brushed so gently against his forehead.

He wants to be good. He wants to be the way he should be, so that Kacchan looks at him with that tenderness that makes his heart race. That makes him feel alive and whole.

Alpha reluctantly released Izuku and retreated to the bathroom, likely for antiseptic and bandages. All that remained of his presence was the calming scent, phantom touches, and a lingering, sweet pain. A crooked smile bloomed on Midoriya’s face, and a trembling exhale escaped his lips. He didn’t move an inch, waiting for Bakugou. Crimson petals of blood continued to fall onto the table.

He wants Kacchan to love him, to always be by his side, because Midoriya needs him as much as he needs oxygen. Even if it means giving up a part of himself.

Because if Kacchan leaves, there will be nothing left of him at all.