One Weak Moment   von Puraido
                          (Alpha Izuku/Omega Aizawa)
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                             Kapitel 1: Chapter 1
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Aizawa felt heavily overwhelmed. All he wanted to do was to curl up into his
sleeping bag and shut the world out. Maybe everything would look a little
brighter after a good round of sleep. This could all be a cruel joke. That’s
what it most likely was.

The omega was in great distress when he walked through the hallways of the
hospital. This couldn’t be true … it just couldn’t.

He walked up to the room of his two friends. Hizashi Yamada and Nemuri Kayama.
They had been on a mission and got injured heavily. They had to put Yamada in an
artificial coma while Kayama was still unconscious from the surgery.

When he saw them, his stress got even bigger. This couldn’t be true … should
he really lose everyone that was dear to him? The machines beeped softly as he
watched Yamada. He was just sleeping, Shota thought. He would come back. He was
strong, and he would make it through.

 

The omega didn’t know what made him do this. The feeling of utter desperation?
The alcohol he had consumed to cope? The sleep deprivation that clouded his
judgment? All things combined? Probably the mix. He couldn’t tell.

 

The doctors told him that he had to leave, there was nothing he could do, and
they would contact him if something happened. And so he drove back to UA,
stopping at a liquor store. He never drank much to begin with, only when he was
out with … with Yamada and Kayama … But Shota felt like he needed it.

And so, he drank, emptied almost the entire bottle. He sat in the living room of
his apartment at UA. Tears ran silently down his cheeks. His thoughts went back
to the past when memories of Shirakumo resurfaced. Would he lose them too?

“Shit …” Now that he was about to lose him, he thought that he had never
told Yamada about his feelings. Would it be too late? Would he lose his best
friend? Why had he never told him? Because he was ‘just’ a beta? No,
bullshit. Shota didn’t care for things like this.

He was just plain scared to do so. Opening up to someone was hard. It was so
scary. He knew he wasn’t the most social person, and he valued their
friendship more than a potential romance. He wasn’t the romance type …

But now he regretted his decision. Now that he might never have the chance to
tell him. It was probably the alcohol’s fault that he was this emotional.
Alcohol always made it worse.

His omega was in pain; he wanted to curl up in a nest made out of Hizashi’s
things. But he had none … He had never asked him for nesting materials.

Shota got heavily startled when he heard a knock on his door. Who on earth was
bothering him now? With heavy movements, he pushed himself up and slouched to
the door. His eyes widened when he opened the door, and Izuku Midoriya was in
front of it. What did this problem student want from him?

“Mr. Aizawa, I heard what happened to Present Mic and Midnight! I’m so
sorry! Is there anything I can do?” Worry was in the alpha’s voice. His eyes
looked so concerned it made it almost worse for Shota.

He exhaled and shook his head. “No … not really,” he moved back into the
room, letting the door open for Midoriya, even though he wasn’t exactly sure
what he expected. His student followed him inside; he heard the soft clicking of
the door. They walked back to the living room, and Aizawa took his seat on the
couch. He looked even more tired than before as if walking to the door and back
had aged him over ten years.

Izuku sat next to him, close but still with an appropriate amount of distance.
Shota remembered, once again, how polite Izuku was if he wasn’t a problem
child. A wave of shame washed over him when he realized that he had the bottle
of alcohol still on his coffee table.

The alpha looked around, visibly nervous and not knowing what he could do to
help his teacher. “H-How are they doing?” He asked meekly after a while.

For a moment, Aizawa stayed silent, gnawing on his bottom lip. Eventually, he
exhaled. “Hizashi … Present Mic is in an artificial coma. Midnight was still
unconscious when I visited. They are stable for now, but the doctors can’t say
when … or if they wake up.”

He noticed how Izuku stiffened, and only now he realized that he didn’t wear
his collar or scent patches. So his poor student got the full front of his
distressed pheromones. He tried to pull himself together, but it was so hard. He
didn’t want to show emotions – weakness – in front of Izuku, but he
didn’t know how much longer he could keep it together.

“Mr. Aizawa, it’s okay. You don’t need to hold back,” he heard him say.
He gingerly put a hand on his shoulder. Shota gasped when he did that. His omega
keened internally and told him to give in to the alpha. He forced his mind to
stop thinking that. Izuku was his student!

Truth be told, Aizawa never had anything with an alpha. Shirakumo died before
they could ever be a thing, and Hizashi was a beta. And again, he was never
interested in dating anyway. He wasn’t the stereotypical omega. He knew that
he wasn’t attractive to most alphas. He wasn’t cute or sexy. He never had
the urge to have a child or mate with an alpha, either.

But now, when Izuku – a prime alpha at that – placed one hand on his
shoulder, he couldn’t stop the shiver running through his body. He couldn’t
stop the heat that collected in his womb.

Izuku scooted closer, his arm slowly wrapping itself around Shota’s shoulders.
“It’s okay to cry. I won’t judge!” Aizawa huffed internally. Of course,
Midoriya wouldn’t do that. He remembered how much he used to cry in his first
year.

Shota knew that what they were doing wasn’t good. Izuku shouldn’t be this
close. He wore scent patches, but they couldn’t hold all of his scent; they
weren’t fresh ones, either. He could smell the calming aroma of pine that
surrounded him. Pine and freshly cut grass, it made him feel like he was sitting
in a clearing in a pine forest. It was a heavy aroma, it grounded him, and his
nervousness slowly subsided. It helped him to calm down.

He felt so guilty for using his student like this. He was the adult; he should
comfort his students, not the other way around. Then again, the situation
wasn’t normal.

Izuku held him close for some time. Shota had placed his head on his shoulder,
and he could feel Midoriya’s hand gripping his in return. He felt oddly safe
and secure. His upset omega calmed down, and was content with the whole
situation. However, his conscience screamed at him to stop. This was so
inappropriate!

But his omega won; he didn’t move and let Izuku hold him. It felt too good to
stop now. The calming presence of the alpha helped a great deal.

He could hear the soothing, rumbling sound coming from Izuku’s chest. It was a
calming tone, and Shota closed his eyes.

“Why is it that I might lose all my friends?” Aizawa mumbled. “First
Shirakumo, now these two …” he didn’t mean to tell this to his student,
but he couldn’t stop himself.

“They will pull through. You will see!” Izuku encouraged him. “Everything
will be okay.”

Aizawa knew that those were just empty words, spoken to reassure him for the
moment. No one could say what would happen. But he gladly accepted those words.
He was so tired, but his mind was racing. He just wanted it to stop.

Shota groaned when the heat in his abdomen got heavier. He felt his body
temperature rising and the wetness in his pants. He gasped when he realized that
his body was going into heat!

When an omega was extremely stressed, they could sometimes go into heat. The
doctors called it Dry Heat; nobody really knew why this occurred, but Dry Heats
were quite unhealthy.

He smelled the spice in his scent and leaned away from Midoriya. “Y-You should
get going …” Aizawa mumbled. He could feel how his body started to produce
slick, and his underwear got soaked in no time. Embarrassed, he looked up to
Midoriya, the alpha was sniffing the air, and a low growl escaped from his
chest.

Shota’s omega purred, trying to lure the alpha in. His body screamed for the
presence of an alpha! And given that Shota had never had an alpha before, he
didn’t know what to do when he smelled the slightly musky scent that Izuku
started to emit. His scent patches were full and couldn’t hold much more.

“Mr. Aizawa?” Izuku’s eyes were wide, and only now Shota realized what was
going on. He was way too close to Izuku; he hadn’t even realized that he had
crawled up to his student. His breathing was heavy when he fumbled on Izuku’s
scent patches.

“’M sorry,” he murmured; when he sniffed at the alpha, a trill escaped his
throat. He knew better than to do what he was about to do. Shit, why couldn’t
he stop? He was the adult here! He shouldn’t do it! It would ruin his life!
And not only his but Midoriya’s as well!

“Mr. Aizawa …” Izuku placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away some of the
tears. The hand was so warm on his skin; no one had ever touched him like this.
It felt so intimate … No, stop it!

“You’re going into heat, aren’t you?” He sounded nervous, and he
didn’t seem to know what to do. Shota couldn’t blame him; he was still a
kid. This would get him in so much trouble. Why couldn’t he bring himself to
stop doing what he was doing?

Just once in his life, he wanted to feel something good, but he got
disappointment after disappointment. “Yes …” he murmured. “You need to
go,” it pained him so much to say this, but Izuku had to leave!

“But you look like you’re in pain,” much to his disbelief, Izuku leaned
even closer to him. This was not good! Shota felt so overwhelmed. The situation
with Hizashi and Nemuri, the alcohol, and the lack of sleep, made it so that he
couldn’t think clearly.

His omega wanted it so badly. The prime alpha in front of him was perfect!
“I’m sorry,” Shota apologized again before he pressed his lips against
Midoriya’s. Fuck, what was he doing? This was the end …

Midoriya was shocked at first, but his alpha instincts must have taken over
because he reciprocated the kiss only seconds later. It was tender and
inexperienced. When they separated, they were both breathless.

Shota felt disgusted by himself. He couldn’t kiss his students, damnit! Izuku
brushed long strands of hair behind his ear. Then, seconds later, he sealed
their lips again. “I’m not going to leave you alone when you are in pain,”
Izuku muttered.

And Aizawa’s brain shut out when he heard the might in Izuku’s alpha voice.
He sunk deeper into this well of misery. His life was over the moment he let
Izuku into his apartment, so he might as well use that, no?

Carefully, Shota crawled closer and straddled his student’s legs. He was so
disgusting! He continued to kiss Izuku. His underwear was completely drenched in
slick now, and sitting was uncomfortable. His heat was slow, but he knew that it
would only get worse from here on out.

He pressed himself against Izuku’s body, the alpha was a lot taller than him
now, and it made Shota feel small but very safe. Izuku eagerly reciprocated his
kisses, and the musk in his scent got stronger.

Shota broke the kiss when he moved a little and could hear the squelching in his
pants. The slick was too uncomfortable. “Midoriya … Come with me, yes?” He
asked desperately. The working side of his brain screamed at him for being such
a shitty person. Taking advantage of his student was unacceptable!

Midoriya got up, nodding; he followed Aizawa to the small bedroom. He looked at
the bed; it vaguely remembered a nest, and there weren’t many nesting
materials in it. He looked over at Aizawa, who undressed his black jumpsuit.
Izuku could smell the slick and the increasing spiciness of his teachers smell.

He was behind the omega, pushing the hair out of the way so that he could nibble
at the soft skin. Shota was sweaty from the heat already, and Izuku’s fingers
on his skin burned him up even more. He begged that he could stop himself. What
he had done so far was already sinful, but maybe not too late. But if they
continued, there was no going back …

The omega turned in his alpha’s arms and pressed himself against the muscular
chest. Their bodies melted together, and it felt too good!

Shota groaned when Izuku pushed him slowly toward the bed. His legs hit the
edge, and he sat down, watching in horrified awe how Izuku pulled his shirt over
his head. His toned, sharp body came into his view, and Aizawa ran a hand over
Izuku’s ripped stomach.

His hands wandered to the alpha’s pants, and he opened them; his brain was
completely fried because of his heat. He couldn’t, no! He pulled them down,
and the alpha’s giant cock immediately sprang into his face. He saw how thick
it was; the deflated knot was already huge.

Izuku pushed him back and slowly crawled onto the bed, kicking off his shoes and
pants in the process. His eyes glowed red when he pressed more kisses onto the
omega’s lips. Shota closed his eyes and let himself go; he opened his legs and
invited the alpha in. Slick was gushing out of him, covering his thighs and
soiling the sheets.

“Omega …” Izuku murmured against the skin of Shota’s neck. His lips were
constantly wandering, and his hard cock brushed against Shota’s cocklet and
pussy; he let out a mewl.

“Alpha, please,” he answered. Never in his life did he imagine himself
begging an alpha, especially not one of his students, to fuck him.

Izuku’s calloused fingers found their way to his pussy; two of them dug deep
into him, making him moan. At this point, his head truly cut out.

“Please, please, please,” he stammered, strands of long hair stuck to his
sweaty face. And Izuku complied. His alpha wanted the omega to feel good. So he
shifted his position and knelt in front of Shota. He pulled him closer, and his
legs left and right of Izuku’s hips. The tip of the large phallus slowly
pierced through Shota’s hole.

His eyes rolled up when the massive cock got shoved into him. He couldn’t
believe how good it felt to be filled up! His eyes closed, and heavier moans
escaped him when Izuku started to move. It was a steady rhythm, and it was very
comfortable. They were both inexperienced, and Shota felt that Izuku tried his
best to make it pleasurable.

Time simultaneously ran away and stagnated. It felt like forever in which Izuku
was just slamming into him, making his insides raw. They kissed over and over
again. And just for a moment, Shota forgot about everything else. He forgot
about Hizashi and Nemuri. He forgot about Shirakumo. Even that this alpha that
fucked him senseless was his damn student. Nothing mattered.

He groaned out loud when Izuku popped his knot into him, clogging him up, unable
to get away. It felt so good! Loads of cum shot into Shota’s cunt, and he
mewled in excitement.

It continued for hours, that much Shota knew, but everything was a blur at one
point. He forgot himself and everything around him. “My omega,” he heard
Izuku murmur.

“Yes, alpha!” Shota answered, and he exposed his neck. He was so out of it
that he didn’t even register what was about to happen.

Izuku sunk his teeth into his scent glands; the pain was sharp but quick, making
Shota climax heavily. His mate! He moaned out loud when the knot deflated.

But his alpha flipped him around and started to assault his pussy again; he was
ready to go. And Shota just let him. He was content with everything that
happened. He was nothing more than a bitch in heat at the moment, ready to be
bred senseless.

 

Shota wasn’t sure how much time had passed. Sunlight shone through the windows
of his apartment, blending him. He felt strong arms around his body. Wait? What?
What the hell happened?

He looked up, and his body froze when he saw the person next to him. Shit! What?
He was so confused; he didn’t know what had happened. Quickly, he sat up and
stared at his naked, cum-bloated body.

Slowly, pieces of the night before returned. Shit! How could he get so drunk
that he had ever allowed something like this? He needed to stay calm! But it was
hard, given that he had ruined his life.

Izuku woke up, he grumbled, sensing the distress in the omega next to him.
“Mr. Aizawa?” He questioned. Blinking, he looked around, and similarly to
his teacher, the realization hit him hard. “Oh, shit!” His eyes snapped to
Shota’s neck. “Oh, fuck!” He looked like he had seen a ghost when he
reached out, pushing his fingers against the omega’s neck.

A heavy pain went through Shota, and now he realized that Izuku had mated him!
He was screwed, so damn screwed! His life was over. He would lose his job. He
would go to prison!

Izuku had been eighteen for barely a month, but he was still his student! They
would never let him work at a school again! Besides, he was now mated to him.
This was probably the worst part! How could he let this happen? Panic flooded
his body, and he didn’t know what to do. He had never had a situation like
this before.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Izuku called him, grabbing him by the shoulders. “W-We need
to clean you up. I … I bred you last night!” Panic was also in Izuku’s
voice. Numb, Shota nodded, and he got out of bed. Izuku brought him over to the
bathroom, trying not to freak out himself.

They cleaned up, which was awkward; Shota was embarrassed. Izuku as well, the
poor kid, was completely red-faced.

After this torturous procedure, they sat on the couch. They needed to talk about
what would happen now. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Aizawa!” Izuku said after a
while, tears running down his face. “I shouldn’t have stayed.”

A pang surged through Shota’s body when he saw his distressed student.
“It’s not your fault, Midoriya! I took advantage of you! Not the other way
around! Please, don’t think you did anything wrong.” He tried to console
him. “I’m the adult here, and I should have … I should have been more
resistant. I apologize for doing this to you.”

“No! I could have walked away when you told me to, but I was stubborn. I never
smelled an omega in heat before, and it was just so overwhelming.” There was
still panic in his voice.

Aizawa exhaled. “Same goes for me, I never had an alpha, so I didn’t know
how to handle this … It was foolish of me to let you stay so close to me
…” His instincts told him to go closer to his alpha; he could clearly feel
how upset his mate was. “And then the mating thing …” His fingers trailed
over the fresh bite mark on his neck.

“I didn’t know what came over me, Mr. Aizawa. What are we going to do
now?” Izuku looked so terrified.

Aizawa shrugged. “I have no idea. I can try to cover up the mark with scent
patches and collars. But I also think this doesn’t matter. I’m going to be
kicked out anyway.”

“What?” Izuku looked at him wide-eyed.

“Midoriya, I seduced a student!” He told him. “I not only seduced you, but
I also let you mate me. My life is over, and I can blame no one but myself!”
He was so pathetic; he was just the worst.

“No! Mr. Aizawa! I’m not a kid anymore. I participated in this as well! I
don’t want you to be kicked out! You are a great teacher! You don’t deserve
to be kicked out!” Izuku grabbed him by the shoulder. “I’m sure the
principal will understand if we explain it to him?” His hopeful gaze got dark
when Shota shook his head. “Or maybe we just don’t tell anyone! You cover up
the mark, and we pretend as if this here,” he pointed between them, “never
happened.” Tears were still in Izuku’s eyes. “Nobody will know from whom
the mating mark is, so … maybe we can make this work. And a-aren’t there
ways to remove a mark?”

“I am not sure if there are. I never looked much into this since I never
planned on getting mated,” Aizawa confessed. “But, Midoriya, this will make
things so much more complicated! Don’t you think? I can’t judge you any
longer as I did before! As long as the mark is there, I will always … prefer
you.” The realization of what those words meant was terrifying him. He had
really ruined his life.

“But Mr. Aizawa! You have to pull yourself together! We have to hide it!
It’s probably the best option for you! I can’t let you get fired! You
don’t deserve any of this!” He looked Shota deep into the eyes.

Shota held his gaze, even though it was hard. He just wanted to lose himself in
those emerald irises. Shit, he already felt how he was being pulled in. He
closed his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know. I should come clean …
Otherwise, who knows what will happen …”

Izuku frowned, but after a while, he exhaled. “Okay. It is your choice, Mr.
Aizawa. I will go back to my room now. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. But if
you decide to tell, then I’m still on your side, okay?” He tilted his head;
his gaze was so intense.

Aizawa swallowed heavily. “Alright … I will think about it.”

Izuku nodded and got up. “Hopefully, I will see you in class and not in the
principal’s office.”

With that, the student left, and Aizawa just stayed seated on the couch. He
stared at his coffee table. His mind was still numb and heavy, and he couldn’t
even fathom how he had gotten himself into this mess. Tears ran over his cheeks
when he thought about the disappointed look that Hizashi would give him when he
ever woke up.

How was he supposed to behave now? Could he really fake it? No way, right? They
would notice, right? Everything was such a fucking mess. How could he have done
this to Midoriya? His alpha, huh? Shit.



                             Kapitel 2: Chapter 2
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The rest of the day, he contemplated what to do. He had gotten the last two days
off from the principal to collect himself; even Eri stayed with All Might. And
how did he spend this time? Seducing his student. A great teacher he was.

The guilt over his actions was almost crushing him. He had to tell someone,
right? He couldn’t just keep it a secret. If others found out beforehand, this
would be even worse. No, he had to come clean. But … his alpha – Midoriya!
His student! – he corrected himself, said he wouldn’t talk about it.

Midoriya wanted to see him in class again. How hard could it be? He just had to
pretend that everything was okay, right? He did this for years after
Shirakumo’s death, so he could do it again, right?

Aizawa crawled out of his sleeping bag and paced through the room. He couldn’t
sit still; he needed to do something. He was so restless, a nervous wreck even.
All because of one wrong decision. He cursed himself.

But the day eventually ended, and the night broke. Burning phantoms of hands and
lips crawled over his body as he relived the night with his alpha. He cried when
he had to go through this again. He was such a scumbag!

 

The following morning was even harder, they had classes today, and he would see
him again. How would this go? He was scared that the others would notice
immediately, even after applying scent patches and putting on his collar. The
wound was luckily hidden by his clothes and the binding cloth. But he didn’t
feel ready mentally to face Midoriya again.

He was such a coward. A pathetic wimp! He had been so sure he could confess to
the principal, yet, here he was, hiding away the evidence that something had
happened and playing pretend. Would he really go through with it? He didn’t
want to lose his job. He wasn’t interested in his students normally. That had
been just an accident, right? Midoriya was the exception because he had been so
vulnerable at the time.

Yeah, right. He would never do such vile things while having a clear mind. He
was not one of those disgusting people … He wasn’t attracted to his
students.

With heavy footsteps, he entered the classroom. His students looked at him
expectantly, and he felt like a deer in headlights for a moment. Did they see
through him? Did Midoriya tell them? “Mr. Aizawa!” Ochako perked up, making
him flinch. “How are Present Mic and Midnight doing?”

“I have no new information, but last, Present Mic was in a coma, and Midnight
was still unconscious,” he was a little bit relieved when they asked about his
colleagues. That was something he could talk about, he still hated it, but he
could do it.

His eyes snapped to Midoriya for a brief moment, and the greenette nodded at
him, barely noticeable. A sign to go on. Aizawa didn’t deserve so much
kindness …

“I hope so much that they pull through,” Mina cried. Other students agreed
with her.

“Yeah, me too,” Aizawa murmured. They started classes, and everything seemed
to work normally for a short while, even though Aizawa had to concentrate really
hard. He noticed himself that his gaze wandered to Midoriya every once in a
while.

He begged internally that the others didn’t pick up on it. He pressed his lips
to a straight line whenever he found himself looking. This was just awful. His
omega was still upset, and he wanted his alpha by his side. Goddamnit!

 

Aizawa dragged himself to the teacher’s lounge during the break. He was
shaking; pathetic, he thought. You’re so pathetic. You don’t deserve to be a
teacher. His mind was racing with those repeating thoughts. He couldn’t get
his brain to shut up, and it drove him crazy.

“Hey, Aizawa!” He flinched heavily when All Might approached him. He felt
caught in the act, thinking all about Midoriya again. “How are you holding
up?” The former number one sat next to him.

“Could be better,” Aizawa mumbled.

“I’m sure they will pull through. They can do it.” All Might gave him an
encouraging smile while placing one hand on his shoulder. It made Aizawa sick;
he didn’t deserve encouragement, even though this was for his friends to pull
through.

“Yeah, they will,” he felt numb saying those words all over again. He
wasn’t sure what would happen to them, and his mind was full of Midoriya
anyway. His thoughts drifted off to the greenette.

“Is everything alright?” All Might tilted his head, looking concerned.

“Yeah … all things considered,” Shota stared at the ground as if he wanted
it to open and swallow him. Maybe that was true after all. He would deserve it.

“If you ever feel overwhelmed, then don’t hesitate to talk with me, okay?”
Toshinori squeezed his shoulder for reassurance. The touch burned through the
fabric of Aizawa’s shirt.

Shota felt uncomfortable in the presence of the other alpha. It wasn’t his
alpha, after all. He hated the thought that he was so connected to his student
all of a sudden. He had underestimated the force of a mating bond. He felt
heavily distressed, given that his alpha was not with him.

“Well, then, I have classes next. I better get going,” All Might got up with
one last shoulder squeeze and finally left him. All Shota wanted to do was roll
himself to a ball and silently suffer.

He crawled into his sleeping bag and did this for his remaining free period. His
head was blank for anything that didn’t revolve around his alpha. It was
agonizing.

 

As the days passed, Aizawa was in this stupor most of the time whenever he
wasn’t teaching. Then, about three days later, he finally got the news that
Nemuri had woken up. He hurried to the hospital.

His body was aching when he forced himself to go to this dreaded room. He opened
the door and walked past Hizashi’s bed. He was still in a coma. “Nemuri,”
he approached her bed.

She was bandaged up but smiled at him. “Hey …” Her voice sounded weak, and
she looked like she was about to sleep again.

“How are you feeling?” Aizawa grabbed her hand, squeezing it slightly.

“Felt better, but I’m alive.” She smiled weakly, trying to return the
squeeze. “And you? How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine. The past three days were hard, though. Thought I might lose you
too.” A saddened expression washed over his face. His neck burned where his
mating mark was, but now was definitely not a great time to talk about this. Or
ever, for that matter. No, he couldn’t even speak to her about it.

“Hey, don’t worry, we will both make it,” she encouraged him. “Hizashi
will wake up too. You will see,” Nemuri chuckled. “And maybe then you can
finally tell him, heh?” Even though her voice was weakened, she had this
cheeky undertone to it.

His eyes widened. “I didn’t realize that you noticed …”

“Oh, I see a lot. You can’t hide your feelings from me!” She laughed but
winced seconds later. “Laughing is not a good idea.”

“Don’t push yourself,” Aizawa looked concerned over to her.

“It’s okay.” She answered.

Shota stayed with her until the visiting time was up. It was hard for him to
leave, but he knew he had to. He gave Hizashi one last look and prayed that he
would wake up soon.

 

His body felt so fatigued when he arrived at UA. He felt like this trip had aged
him over a decade. All he wanted to do was sleep, but at the same time, he felt
so restless. He took care of the small cat he had adopted just two weeks prior
to the incident. He had to take care of Eri as well. But he was so exhausted.
And he feared Eri would notice and think it was her fault.

But there was nothing he could do about it. She needed some entertainment. She
did so well these past few years. “Hey, Eri,” he smiled at her. She had her
hair in a bun and sat at the table, drawing something.

“Shota! Hello!” She smiled up at him. His heavy mood lightened a little bit
when he saw the kid smiling. While he never had the urge to have a pup himself,
he cared deeply about Eri and had adopted her last year.

He sat next to her. “What are you drawing?” He asked.

“Oh, just a picture of you, me, Hizashi, Lemillion, and Deku,” she said
while pointing down. Shota’s jaw tightened when he saw it. He got his facial
expression under control before she could notice something. He took the picture
and looked at it more closely.

Eri had drawn herself in the middle, Shota on her left side, next to it Izuku,
and on her other side were Lemillion and Hizashi. Why did she have to draw Izuku
right next to him? “That is an adorable picture!” He praised her. “I like
it.” Then, carefully, he patted her head.

“Thank you!” She beamed at him. “How are Nemuri and Hizashi doing?” She
asked after a while.

“Nemuri woke up; she is doing fine. She just has to heal. Hizashi … he is
still sleeping.” He told her. “But I’m sure he will make it too.” Oh,
how little faith he had in his own words; it was scaring him.

“I hope they will get better soon!” Eri frowned a little.

“They will.” He squeezed her shoulder and got up to change. After that, he
cooked them food and prepared a nest on the couch for Eri and himself. He never
really cared for nesting in the past, but since adopting Eri, he has done it
more frequently. In general, she brought his omega side out.

 

After dinner, they sat together on the couch. Eri was cuddled up in the pillow
nest. It was a little too warm for blankets, and they watched a movie together.

While Eri watched enthusiastically, Shota was in his own mind. His neck was
throbbing where the bite mark was, and he had the urge to cuddle against his
alpha. Pictures flashed in his mind, how he was sitting here, leaning against
his alpha. Eri in his arms. He shook his head slowly to get the thoughts out.

He knew exactly that he couldn’t be with Izuku, and he didn’t want to
either. He always had feelings for Hizashi, and it made him sick that Izuku took
over the spot that was reserved for his long-time friend. He didn’t want this
to happen!

Eri cuddled up at his side when it got even later. Eventually, he lifted her up
in his arms and carried her to bed. “Shota …” She mumbled, “why do you
smell like Deku?”

He was mortified when she said this. Her head was on the side, where the fresh
bite mark was, but still, he wore scent patches and his collar!

“I … met him earlier. We bumped into each other; maybe that’s why,” he
lied. She let out an “ah,” and fell asleep shortly after.

 

Shota got up and quickly went under the shower. Shit, this was bad. If even a
pup who hadn’t even presented could smell Izuku, then he was so fucked. Others
would smell him, too, eventually! He had to find a way to mask the scent.
Otherwise, he was screwed.

With an uneasy feeling, he went to bed as well.



                             Kapitel 3: Chapter 3
                             --------------------


The days dragged on and on. Shota was always so tired outside of classes.
Whenever Midoriya wasn’t around, he felt so drained of all energy. But as soon
as Midoriya was in his vicinity, he felt better. It was freaking him out. Was
this the mating bond? He hoped not!

Fourteen days after the incident, the doctors ended the artificial coma, Hizashi
had stabilized, and they were optimistic that he would wake up soon. It was a
relief for Shota; he almost cried when he heard this.

For the past two weeks, he was tiptoeing around Midoriya. He interacted with him
in terms of classes, but he tried to stay away from him outside of it. So far,
no one had noticed what happened, and Aizawa prayed it would stay this way.

Guilt was still eating him up. He sometimes saw how uncomfortable Izuku was
around him. Did he have doubts? Could he keep it a secret? The whole thing was
just too awkward. He knew that he should probably talk with the student, though.
But if he was honest, he didn’t know how.

He tried to initiate talking to him, but his friends were constantly around him.
More so, Bakugo. After becoming friends again, the young omega was constantly
around Izuku.

Shota was no fool. He knew that Bakugo crushed hard on Midoriya, and he would
hiss away any omega that would even come close to Izuku, even some alphas. He
was as dominant and territorial as some alphas. It gave Aizawa the chills.

But if he dug deeper, he could feel that he was pissed off. It was illogical; he
shouldn’t be jealous of his student. But he saw Bakugo as a rival for his
alpha. He knew it was totally wrong, but he couldn’t help his fucked-up
brain.

And so, more days passed, and he still hadn’t talked to Midoriya. He was such
a pathetic weakling. How could he allow something like that? He should finally
man up and help his student, who was clearly uncomfortable.

On the other hand, would it make him more uncomfortable if Shota approached him?
What if he tried to suppress his thoughts of their night together? It was
frustrating for the omega. He cursed himself for letting something like this
happen.

 

Hizashi woke up in the middle of the night, so Shota was contacted the day
after. He stormed to the hospital, even though the bite on his neck throbbed
like crazy. “Hizashi!” he called out and rushed to the bed.

“Hey, Sho …” Hizashi smiled weakly. “What’s up?”

Shota scoffed. “Idiot! I have to ask you! How are you doing?” He tried his
hardest to suppress his tears. He was just so happy that Hizashi was alive.

“I’m still kicking, but I feel drained out. Recovery Girl visited me,” he
sighed. “Tell me some exciting news from the outside! What have I missed?”
Hizashi tried to bring in a positive attitude.

For a moment, Shota was frozen in shock. News? What news? He couldn’t possibly
know what had happened between him and Izuku. He needed to calm down! He would
give himself away if he didn’t get himself in check. He cleared his throat.
“Eri drew a picture with us, Togata and Midoriya,” he weakly told him. This
was about all he had to offer. “She wishes that you return quickly.”

Hizashi let out a little laugh. “Happy to hear that. Tell her I’m soon
coming back,” he grinned at Shota. The omega’s heart skipped a beat when he
saw the brave smile. His feelings for Hizashi were still there, and he begged
that he wouldn’t lose them over the bond with Izuku.

“Yeah, I will do that. She will be so excited,” Shota smiled to the best of
his abilities.

“Can’t wait to see the pup again. I miss her,” Hizashi said.

“I will make sure to bring her over soon. You just concentrate on getting
better, yeah?” Shota placed a hand on Hizashi’s shoulder and squeezed it.

“Yeah, I will. Promise!” The beta continued to smile. It made Shota’s
heart ache. Why had he been such a fool? He had ruined his chance of being with
him by getting mated to a student! Shit.

“Hey, is there something on your mind?” Hizashi questioned.

Almost unnoticeable, Shota flinched. He shook his head. “No, everything’s
fine. I just … wasn’t really there these past two weeks. I was scared that I
might lose you,” he answered.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not dying this easily. I’m afraid you have to
endure me for a little while longer!” The beta joked.

Aizawa huffed. “You make it sound like a threat.”

“Maybe it is.”

They both laughed; it felt so good and natural – as it should be. Hizashi was
his friend for so long. So why did he never tell him? Because he was a stupid
coward.

 

Eventually, Aizawa had to leave. He felt so drained. All he wanted to do was
sleep. Eri was with All Might today, so he had time to rest.

He came home to his empty apartment, and some sort of dread washed over him. He
couldn’t really describe it, but he felt so burned up and on edge. As if
something wasn’t right. But he couldn’t pinpoint what it was, so he just
crawled into his sleeping bag and tried to sleep away the bad feeling.

He felt incredibly cold, even though it was hot outside. He missed the heat of
his alpha … No, stop it! He didn’t want to think such things. He couldn’t
let himself spiral down this rabbit hole. He needed to get over it. What’s
done is done! Midoriya seemed to do okay; why couldn’t he move past it?

Eventually, Shota fell asleep, but it was restless. His mind was torturing him
with snippets of the alpha’s lips on his skin. The stare out of these gorgeous
emerald eyes. It made him burn up on the inside.

Subconsciously he felt how his pants got wet from the slick. But why was this?
He wasn’t even going into heat. He just had a Dry Heat, and he was on
suppressions anyway. So what the hell was wrong with his body?

Shota woke up when he felt sick. His body was so damn hot! No way, he was
definitely going into heat! Shit! Massively on edge, Shota got up and shuffled
to the bathroom. He grumbled when he felt the sticky feeling of the slick
between his legs. He made a stop in his bedroom to grab fresh underwear and
sweatpants.

Pulling his pants down revealed a massive amount of slick already running out of
him. The usually milky white to clear substance was a bit red-colored. That was
strange … However, Shota shrugged it off and cleaned himself before switching
underwear and applying a pad. He hated the feeling, but being all sticky was
even worse.

After this, he curled up in his bed, still having this tremendous feeling of
dread in his mind. His whole body ached. Turning to his bedside table, he opened
the lower drawer and pulled out some painkillers. He swallowed a few and tried
to sleep. Hopefully, the heat wouldn’t last that long. Two heats in one month
felt atrocious.

A wave of pain rushed through his stomach, and instinctively, he clutched it. He
felt the slick pouring out of him. If that continued, the pad wouldn’t hold
that long. He winced when the urge to be with his alpha got massively strong.
His mating mark throbbed like crazy, and he felt dizzy.

For hours he lay there suffering in pain; not even the painkillers helped him.
He couldn’t sleep, but being awake also took a toll on him. Whining, he turned
around, searching for his phone. What was he about to do?

He sat up, causing more cramps to rush through his body. “What am I doing?”
He questioned himself. “W-Was I about to call Midoriya?” He dropped the
phone in his hands as if it had burned him; then he pulled his legs closer to
his body. No way he could do that.

He flinched heavily when there was a knock at the door. Who was that? He would
have preferred not to be disturbed, but what if it was Eri? Groaning, he forced
himself out of bed.

As soon as he opened the door, he got pushed back, and the massive statue of his
alpha appeared in front of him. Seconds later, hot lips pressed against his
while the door clicked shut. Large hands were on his body, arms wrapped around
him. Without much thought, he reciprocated the kiss.

“Mr. Aizawa, I could feel that you’re in pain …” Izuku murmured.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back,” his student apologized.

Tears ran down Shota’s face; he was so disgusting. He should have put up a
fight, but his omega whined heavily for his alpha’s embrace. He felt instantly
better after the kisses. But he knew he shouldn’t. This was sick; he should
send him away!

But it felt so good, the pain ceased, and he felt better … A faint smile of a
certain blond beta flickered through his mind, but his intense lust pushed it
away. “Come with me … I don’t know why, but I’m going into heat again
…”

Eagerly, Izuku nodded and quickly followed Shota. His hands were quick to
undress his omega before he undid his own clothes. He lost himself in the spicy
scent his teacher put out. His hot body pressed against Shota’s, and soon they
lay entangled on the bed, lips moving against one another, teeth clacking,
tongues dancing.

Izuku didn’t need long to get fully hard, finding his way back into his
teacher. He didn’t know why, but he felt so much better now, connected with
his mate. These last two weeks were horrible for him; he missed him so much. He
knew he shouldn’t, but he still did.

The alpha pushed his knot into Shota, coming heavily too. His hands were
intertwined with Shota’s. While they waited for the knot to release, Izuku
moved them around, and his mate was now on his chest. “I felt terrible all
this time when you weren’t close …” He confessed.

“Me too,” Aizawa answered in shame. “This is so wrong! I shouldn’t feel
this way, and neither should you.”

“I know, but what can we do? Staying away is not good. But telling someone
will make everything worse.” Izuku looked at him. His hand rubbed circles over
Shota’s back.

“This is messed up. I’m sorry for dragging you into this,” Shota murmured
against the skin of Izuku’s throat.

“It’s not your fault. It was an accident.” Izuku caressed his cheeks,
making Shota feel even more guilty.

“The first time was an accident, but this now … No, this wasn’t accidental
anymore.” His voice sounded dull and so tired more images of Hizashi flashed
before his eyes. “What are we going to do?”

“We have to continue like before. I still don’t want you to get kicked out.
We have to manage somehow. Maybe if we get this year done …” Izuku trailed
off. “Maybe there’s a way to remove the mating mark. I don’t know.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” he groaned when he felt the knot release. He carefully
moved over, sitting up in the process. Izuku got up as well. One hand trailed
over his back.

“You know what the worst part is?” He started. Shota looked at him
expectantly. “Kacchan is so possessive. He knows something is up. It’s so
hard to hide from him. Especially …” Izuku stopped speaking, and he
swallowed. “Especially since he expects me to court him. He hisses away any
other omega … Not even Ochako is allowed close to me, and she’s an alpha.
It’s so frustrating because I don’t want to court him as long as this is
going on,” he pointed between them.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Shota was displeased, even though he knew he
shouldn’t. Angry pheromones swapped out. Izuku reacted by shifting
uncomfortably. “Sorry, but my omega is jealous when you mention him. I hate
this …”

“It is messed up …” Izuku got out of bed to fetch his clothes. “I think
I should go; it wouldn’t be good if All Might brings Eri home and finds us
like this.”

“Right, that’s probably for the best …” Izuku’s words made perfect
sense, but Shota still hated it. He forced himself out of bed and walked over to
the bathroom to clean himself. His thoughts were dark, and he could feel how
Izuku left the apartment. He had hoped for one more kiss … No!

He couldn’t let this go on. He had to do something …



                             Kapitel 4: Chapter 4
                             --------------------


Strangely, the heat didn’t even last one day. After Izuku was done with him,
the heat waves subsided, and he felt normal again. What the hell was that? But
now that he was pain- and heat-free, he felt definitely better.

However, facing Izuku during classes felt even more of a challenge now. He
caught himself, glancing over at his alpha more than once, and definitely more
than was appropriate. He had to suppress his snarls when Katsuki aggressively
approached Izuku, dragging him out for lunch.

 

His days consisted of classes and visiting Hizashi in the hospital. Nemuri was
released a couple of days ago. She was still recovering, though, and wouldn’t
return to school for a while.

Visiting Hizashi got increasingly harder. He put on a brave face, but
immeasurable guilt crept up in his body every time he sat on his friend’s bed.
The beta didn’t notice, however; he chatted along happily.

Shota sat next to Hizashi again, listening to a wild-sounding story of what he
had witnessed here in the hospital when suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over
him. “’scuse me,” Shota jumped up and ran toward the bathroom; he barely
made it to the toilet before he threw up.

“Oi, Shota? You okay?” Hizashi asked from his bed. Shota took a few deep
breaths, and the sick feeling was gone. He got up and flushed the toilet.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he returned to the beta’s side. “Don’t know what
this was; maybe I got a cold,” he shrugged. “Or I ate something bad.”

“Damn, hope it’s nothing serious,” the blond still looked concerned.

Shota managed to smile at him. “Ah, I don’t think it is.” He squeezed
Hizashi’s hand.

 

But this should turn out to be a lie. The sickness came quickly and suddenly
once or twice a day before it vanished until the next wave. Sometimes it came
during the morning, sometimes late at night.

He could feel the concerned looks of his students – especially Izuku’s –
when he ran out of the classroom after another wave hit him. He barely made it
to the bathroom in time. Was it the flu?

Shota collected himself while staring into the mirror. He looked like shit …
Even more tired than usual. In an effort to change that, he let cold water run
over his hands before splashing it into his face. The sick feeling was gone
again.

Eventually, he returned to the classroom. “Is everything okay, Mr. Aizawa?
Have you caught a cold?” Iida jumped up from his seat, and his arms chopped
the air.

“Sit down. I’m fine. I think it might be the flu, but I’m not sure; I will
get it checked out, though.” Which was a lie, but they didn’t need to know
that. He continued the lesson, and Izuku’s gaze burned into him.

 

Eri sat in his lap; she had an upsetting day in school and needed to be
comforted. Shota did his best to do so, even though he felt massively on edge as
well. “Shota … why do you smell so much like Deku?” She asked after a
while of leaning against him.

“Huh? Do I?” He furrowed his brows; since their last encounter, some days
had passed, and he made sure to shower more regularly these days so the stench
wouldn’t seep through the scent patches and the collar.

“Yes, it’s getting stronger,” the little girl looked at him, confused.

This was not good! So not good! “Uhm, hmm, that is indeed strange,” he
murmured. He was screwed; if she could pick it up, then he was sure others could
too.

“Oh well, I don’t say it’s bad. I was just wondering. I like Deku’s
smell.” She snuggled against him.

Shota was lost in his thoughts. How could he better conceal this? However, he
got ripped out when another wave of nausea hit him. “Sorry, Eri, you need to
get up,” he said in a pressed voice. Confused, Eri stood up, and Shota
sprinted toward the bathroom.

When he came back, she looked even more concerned. “Is everything okay? It’s
getting worse, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I’m fine … it’s nothing …” who was he kidding? He didn’t even
believe his own words anymore.

“But you are sick so much! I’m worried. Have you talked to Recovery Girl?”
She tilted her head.

“No, don’t worry. I just got the flu. It will be over soon,” he petted her
head. Eri didn’t look convinced but didn’t say anything to that.

 

Eventually, Hizashi was ready to be released. Shota was excited but also very
worried. He wondered how this would go. Could he hide the bite mark from
Hizashi? The wound had healed and was now nothing more than a ring of teeth
marks, not the nasty open injury, but it was still clearly visible.

“Yooo, Sho! Finally, I can go home!” He seemed so excited. He wrapped his
arms around Shota, and the touch almost burned the omega up. The guilt was still
so prominent.

“Yeah, about time. Let’s go!” He said, trying to get him off not too
quickly. Hizashi didn’t seem to notice Shota’s hastiness and followed him,
his bag over his shoulders. They walked over to the car, and Shota drove them
home.

During the drive, Hizashi chatted about these last days at the hospital, but he
sniffed the air after a while. Shit. “What’s that smell?”

“Don’t know what you mean,” Shota said defensively. This was bad. Beta
noses were not as sensitive to smells like alpha or omega noses. When even he
could smell Midoriya on him, then it was even worse than he thought. “I
don’t smell anything.”

Hizashi looked at him with a weird expression, but then he cleared his throat
and picked up where he had left off. He seemed to notice that Shota didn’t
want to talk about it.

 

Eventually, they came home, and Eri was super excited to see Hizashi again.
“Hey, I missed you so much!” She tackle-hugged him.

“Hey, little listener! I’m happy to see you too!” Hizashi laughed.

“I’ve drawn something for you!” She proceeded to show him all the pictures
she had drawn.

“Oh, those are wonderful! Thank you very much!” Hizashi petted her head.
“Hey, Sho, look at those masterpieces!” He held them up, showing him images
of them as a family. They had different poses; Midoriya and Togata were mainly
at the sides. Shota noticed that in all of the pictures, Midoriya was close to
him. It made his heart ache.

“Yeah, they are wonderful,” he smiled. But it wavered when nausea hit him.
“Excuse me!” He turned around to sprint over to the bathroom.

“Shota?” Hizashi walked after him but respectfully waited outside the
bathroom for him to finish. “Is it still not better?”

“No, but it will be,” Shota murmured. He felt embarrassed. He didn’t want
Hizashi to see him like this. He got up and winced; his back hurt slightly. He
flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth.

“You haven’t checked this out yet? I think it’s something more serious
than the flu,” Hizashi’s look was so full of concern that it almost hurt.

“It’s fine! I’m telling you! This only happens a few times a day, and
after that, it’s over.” He tried to soothe him. “Come, let’s make some
food and watch a movie with Eri.” He was just trying to distract the beta.

“… Alright,” he followed Aizawa, and together they cooked. Nemuri came
over, too, and they had a mini-party.

Aizawa was relieved when his two friends were gone. He wanted to spend time with
them, but they kept staring at him, making him uncomfortable. He tucked Eri into
bed when it was time, and then he sat down in front of the TV again. He sighed;
this was just the worst.

 

“Oi, Deku!” Katsuki approached Izuku, and the greenette flinched. “You
there? You spaced out again!” He turned around and saw his omegan friend.

“Sorry …” he murmured. He had this weird feeling, and he didn’t know
why. He missed his omega so much. The worry for him was huge.

“You’ve been really weird for a few weeks. What the heck happened with
you?” Katsuki sat next to him. He placed his hand on Izuku’s shoulder but
pulled it back when the alpha flinched.

Izuku saw the hurt on Katsuki’s face when he shied away. But there was nothing
he could do. He liked Kacchan, but since he mated Aizawa, his interest became
less. “I don’t know,” he murmured.

He and Katsuki weren’t dating or anything. But he knew that Katsuki had
feelings for him and expected him to start the courting soon, and it hurt so
much that he couldn’t reciprocate them any longer.

“You don’t know, or you don’t want to talk about it?” The crimson-red
eyes pierced through him.

The alpha exhaled. “I don’t want to.” He looked to the side; he felt so
guilty and bad. If he was honest, keeping this whole relationship a secret was
so hard. But he had promised Aizawa to keep quiet. He didn’t want him to lose
his job, no matter how hard it was.

Katsuki frowned. He felt so frustrated. “You don’t want to talk to me about
your problems?”

“Not really …”

“But, Deku, shouldn’t you talk to me? I mean … I thought …” he
stuttered over his words.

“Thought what?” Izuku’s tone was sharper than necessary, and he saw how
Katsuki’s eyes widened.

“I thought we would be … you know?” Izuku tilted his head when the omega
didn’t get the words out. Usually, he would bark at everyone who came too
close to him, and now he couldn’t say the words?

“No, I don’t know,” Izuku didn’t know why he was so pissed off, why he
challenged the omega, his best friend and former love interest. Shit, why did it
have to be like this? He knew he shouldn’t be like this. Katsuki didn’t
know! How was he supposed to know? Izuku needed to calm down.

“Damnit! I thought you would finally start to court me! You know that I have
feelings for you. Why haven’t you started?” His voice got higher.
“Instead, you’re avoiding me!” He grabbed Izuku’s hand. “And you
don’t want to talk to me anymore!”

Almost immediately, Izuku pulled his hand out of Katsuki’s grasp. “It’s
complicated, Kacchan. But I’m not going to court you.” He could see that
this was most definitely a hit in the face. Katsuki looked so devastated.

“What? Why?!” Katsuki grabbed him again, this time by the collar.
Desperation was in the red irises.

“We’re still in school, Kacchan, and it’s… just too early to be thinking
about that. I don’t want to … get stuck in something I’m not sure of.”

Izuku saw how Katsuki’s mimic changed from desperate; to not believing it; to
angry. “Great, you think I’m a nuisance? That’s it, right? I’m annoying
you? Yeah, sure, I got jealous a few times when these other extras came too
close, but still! Or … is it still because of the bullying? How many times do
you want me to apologize for it?” He got louder, and his scent turned sharp
and aggressive.

“It has nothing to do with that! I’m just not sure I want to have a
relationship with you. My feelings have … changed. I can’t do this
anymore!” He told him. He didn’t want to have this conversation. He knew he
would hurt Katsuki so much, but he didn’t want to be in a relationship like
this. He was still mated to Aizawa and didn’t want to do this to Katsuki. If
he was going to be with him, he wanted to do it right, not halfway mated to
someone else.

“Changed …” Now Katsuki really looked like as if Izuku had hit him in the
face with an entire fence. “Y-You don’t love me anymore?” The omega
swallowed heavily.

“No, I … look, I told you it’s complicated. I still love you, but I
can’t be with you. At least not right now. I just can’t, Kacchan. This is
going too fast for me. I am not ready for a committed relationship.” This was
good, was it? It was the truth. Well, half of it. Even before the stuff with
Aizawa, he sometimes felt overwhelmed by Kacchan’s speed.

Katsuki sat back; he felt clearly uncomfortable. He needed some time to process
the conversation. “Fuck …” He murmured, swallowing audibly. “A-Am I
really going too fast again? I’m ruining things by being too pushy, am I?”

Izuku’s heart broke when he saw him like that. Tears ran over, and he pulled
Katsuki close. “I’m sorry; it’s not your fault. It is me. Please, Kacchan,
don’t think this is something you caused.”

The omega leaned against his shoulder, and Izuku hated himself for disliking the
feeling. It wasn’t his omega, after all. But he couldn’t let Katsuki believe
that this was his fault in any form. “Maybe one day, we can be together, but
now is not the time. I’m so sorry.” He stroked through the blond, soft hair,
knowing it wouldn’t do much to improve the situation.

“Yeah … one day …” Katsuki murmured, feeling numb.



                             Kapitel 5: Chapter 5
                             --------------------


It got worse. Everything felt horrible, and the sickness got more. His entire
body was in pain the longer he was away from his alpha. Another week passed, and
nothing seemed to get better. He just wanted it to be over!

He only had relief in the classroom when Izuku was fairly close to him. Even
though they couldn’t touch, the mere presence alone helped Aizawa to feel
better.

He noticed that Bakugo was quiet these days. He looked incredibly sad too. Had
Izuku talked with him? Good! Disgusted with himself, he shook his head. No, he
shouldn’t think like that. This was still his student!

 

The day dragged on and on; each minute that Midoriya was away from him felt like
an eternity. It was awful, and he longed for the embrace of his partner. He
gritted his teeth, even though his jaw hurt.

When he returned to the classroom, only one person was in it. Unfortunately, not
the one Shota had hoped for. “What are you still doing here, Bakugo?” He
asked. Aizawa felt instantly sick when he got closer to the sad omega. He knew
that it was stupid and wrong to think like this.

The blond looked up, and he was visibly uncomfortable. “Oh, uh, I’m just
hiding from Deku …” He murmured. His tone was so sad that Shota’s omega
perked up despite everything. If he hadn’t worn scent patches and his collar,
he could have tried to calm his student with his pheromones.

“Why do you hide from him?” Shota asked, walking closer until he was at the
teacher’s desk.

The boy was silent for a long while; Shota wondered if he was ever going to
answer. “Deku doesn’t want me …” Bakugo eventually said. “It’s going
too fast for him. I’ve ruined my chance with him, haven’t I?” He was the
most distraught Shota had ever seen him. “He’s so distant to me, too!”

“I am sorry to hear that, Bakugo …” Shota swallowed heavily. “I … know
how unrequited love feels,” he added. He felt so bad for thinking badly of his
student all the time.

“Do you?” Bakugo looked directly at him; his eyes were red and puffy now
that Shota could see him properly.

“Yeah,” he exhaled. “The alpha I liked died when we were still young. And
Yamada …,” he paused, shaking his head and shrugging helplessly.

Bakugo gasped and thought about that sentence. His chin was trembling. “I
don’t wanna lose him. I know that I fucked up badly in the past. And I’m
afraid he will look for another omega …” He confessed.

Shota’s heart stung; he didn’t want Bakugo anywhere near Midoriya, his
alpha! He wished so much that he could stop it. “I’m sure he will come
around …” speaking those words felt like venom on his tongue. “If you give
him the time he needs, I’m sure he will feel more comfortable. You are both
still young and have your whole life in front of you. So no need to rush into
it.” He forced himself to say those words. He knew Izuku was bound to him
unless they managed to break the bond – if that was even possible. But of
course, he couldn’t tell this Bakugo.

The student nodded. “Yeah, I know … I just … want to be close to him.
It’s cursed, I think. I always tried to push him away, and now, the thought of
being separated from him feels so terrible.” Yeah, Shota knew exactly how this
felt. Katsuki cleared his throat. “Anyhow … I think I should go now. Thanks
…”

The thanks hurt the most. Aizawa didn’t want his thanks. He still felt so vile
for always thinking so negatively about Katsuki. He exhaled and watched his
student leave. “Shit …” he murmured.

 

Shota groaned, it was the weekend, and he tried to sleep for longer; he was so
tired, more than usual. But just lying there and doing nothing was painful.
Izuku was gone, off to Endeavor’s Agency, and the distance bothered him so
much.

Eventually, Eri walked up to him and crawled into his nest. “I’m really
worried,” she said. “You’re not getting better!” Tears swam in her
eyes.

“Oh, I’m going to be fine. This is just a little more persistent illness.”
He smiled at her, hoping to cheer her up. But Eri shook his head.

“I don’t think that. Shota, you have to go to the doctor, please!” She
begged.

“We will see …” he petted her head. They stayed together in bed, and he
managed to fall asleep for some time.

 

He felt dizzy, it was Sunday, and Izuku had been gone for three days now. His
body burned up, but he still tried to make it work. Hizashi was with him; they
were cooking. Shota’s body was drenched in sweat, making his clothes stick to
his body. It was so uncomfortable.

“The listeners improved so much in English. I’m very happy about that!”
Hizashi praised the students. They were talking about their improvements. He was
chopping the vegetables; Eri stood on a stool and stirred in the large pot.

“That’s very good,” Shota murmured. He felt his vision blurring; sickness
crept up inside of him again.

This used to be everything he wanted. Hizashi and him in a domestic environment,
cooking for their pup – Eri. Sure, they were just here as friends, but still,
it was so close to his dreams, yet, he couldn’t enjoy it. His body was aching
so much because his alpha wasn’t here with him.

He hated himself for ruining everything before it even had the chance to start.
He swallowed heavily when bile was rising up in his esophagus. He pressed a hand
to his mouth and turned on his heels to sprint to the bathroom. “Shota?”
Hizashi called out, concerned.

Shota threw up violently. His body hurt even more now; he felt so drained of all
energy. He wanted to curl into a ball and die! He was scared by his own
thoughts. Why was he so fucking dependent on Izuku? Shit!

He flinched when two arms grabbed him and pulled him up. “That’s enough.
I’m dragging you to Recovery Girl now!” Hizashi was mad, he tried to hide
it, but Shota knew him so well that he could hear the suppressed anger.
“You’re burning up; you have to vomit all the time. This can’t go on.”

“I’m fine …” Shota tried to struggle free, but the exhaustion was so big
that he didn’t even manage this. Hizashi dragged him out of the room. “Okay,
damnit, I’ll go to Recovery Girl, just … let me change, okay? I’m all
sweaty … It’s uncomfortable.” He really didn’t want to go, but he knew
he wouldn’t get out of this.

“Fine, let’s get you new clothes,” Hizashi sighed and helped him over to
the bedroom. Shota tensed when the beta sniffed. “There it is again, this
weird smell …”

Huffing, Shota freed himself from Hizashi’s grip and walked to his closet. He
felt highly uncomfortable changing in front of his friend, something that had
never happened before. It wasn’t the first time that he had changed clothes
when Hizashi was present. “I don’t smell anything.”

He grabbed a shirt and pants and began to get rid of the soaking-wet shirt
first. With a towel, Shota dried his body at least a little bit. What he forgot,
in all his dizziness, was the mating mark. It was only covered by a scent patch,
which was already full. When he wiped over it with the towel, it came off.

What followed was a snarl from the beta behind him. “What is this?” Hizashi
asked. His voice was sharp, and it cut Shota deep. The omega swallowed when his
friend grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around, pushing his hair
aside. “Y-You got a mating mark?” His voice was loud; it boomed in Shota’s
head, making it spin even more. “When did that happen?”

“I …” – “Or more, with whom did that happen?” He interrupted Shota
before he could even speak. The omega could see the fury in his eyes.

“Shota, Hizashi? Is everything okay?” Eri asked shyly from the door.

As if a switch flipped, Hizashi turned around, smiling. “Of course, Eri. How
about you go into your room? Shota and I have to talk about a few things,” he
asked of her.

“Oh … yeah, sure …” She sounded sad but followed his wish. She left the
room, closing the door.

Shota could see that Hizashi had taken some deep breaths. “So?” He turned
around, desperately trying to hold himself back not to yell at Shota.

“It was a mistake …” Shota murmured. “I-It happened after I learned of
your accident.” Shota stammered. He had to tell him about it, at least the
parts he could. He couldn’t out himself and Midoriya, no way!

“What? How?” Hizashi huffed.

“I was desperate. I thought I might lose two of my friends! I was sleep
deprived and had some alcohol on the way. And then … a dry heat hit me, and an
alpha was close …” It was so hard to talk about this, especially when he saw
Hizashi’s expression turning from anger into absolute horror.

“Did he … did he assault you?” The beta took two steps closer.

Shota softly shook his head, which made Hizashi stop. “No … I wasn’t
assaulted. My brain was short-wired. I never was close to an alpha while in
heat. I … threw myself at him. I didn’t know what to do and just wanted to
forget my worries. I never intended the whole mating thing, however. It just …
happened.” Tears ran out of Shota’s eyes. He couldn’t hold himself back.

Hizashi stared at him; his expression had turned, yet again, from horror into
something that Shota couldn’t read. Hizashi mustered him for a long while and
scanned his entire body. “The bond … it that the reason you feel sick all
the time because you are not with … your alpha?”

Helplessly, Shota nodded. “I think so? It’s so hard to stay away. I feel so
awful …”

The blond stayed silent for a long time. His gaze wandered deeper, tilting his
head, and scrunching his nose, he walked toward him. Much to Shota’s shock, he
placed a hand on his belly. “Shota … be honest with me. Are you
pregnant?”

What?

“What? No? I-I can’t be!” Shota stammered. “I-I was in a dry heat. I
can’t be pregnant! This doesn’t work!” He shook his head, and his skin,
where Hizashi touched him, burned heavily.

“Isn’t heat just a heat? Was the alpha in rut?” The beta investigated
further. “You even have a bond mark. You’re sick all the time …”

Unable to hold his weight, Shota stumbled back. Only Hizashi’s firm grip
prevented him from landing on his ass. Hizashi guided him to the bed, and even
more exhausted, Shota sat on the mattress. His thoughts went wild. No way, no,
no, no! This couldn’t have happened. He couldn’t be pregnant! This would
make everything even worse! For him and Midoriya! The boy was barely eighteen!

“Oi, Shota! Breathe!” Hizashi shook him when he lost all focus. “It’s
okay, don’t panic, stay with me!” His voice was booming even though he tried
to dampen it. But Shota’s ears were strangely sensitive to the noises. Hizashi
rubbed circles on his back, trying to comfort him.

“I’m sorry …” Shota murmured.

“Sorry? What for?” Hizashi questioned with a strained voice. Tears were
burning in his eyes, but he tried to keep them back.

“For this here … I never wanted this!” His voice broke. “I’m
sorry!”

“Hey, Shota, it’s gonna be okay … We just … have to find that alpha. He
needs to be close to you, otherwise, you will get worse.” Shota could hit
himself. Now Hizashi even tried to comfort him! This shouldn’t be! Everything
was so wrong. “D-Do you know the alpha? Or was it a stranger?” There was
still this tenseness in Hizashi’s body.

Shota cursed internally while wiping off the tears. “I-I know him. But I
can’t be with him!” He put all the emphasis on the last sentence. “I
ruined everything, did I?”

“What do you mean?” There was a strange undertone in Hizashi’s voice. As
if he already knew what Shota meant as if he had to prepare himself for what was
coming next.

The upset omega huffed; he swallowed around the lump in his throat. Then he
waved between Hizashi and himself. “I mean … what could have been between us
…” His voice felt so weak, almost as weak as his body.

The beta let out a surprised gasp. He seemed to fully understand now. “Shota
… I don’t know … First, we gotta deal with this. You need to see the old
lady. She needs to check on the baby.” He exhaled deeply. “And then we gotta
do something about your alpha. You need to be close. The bond is not properly
finished. That’s why you are in so much pain …”

Shota could only stare at Hizashi. “I can’t mate further with him. I’d
ruin his life if I did that …” He mumbled, hoping the beta wouldn’t
understand him. But he did.

“But he did that to himself by claiming you! What idiot goes around and claims
omegas in heat just like this?” He got furious.

“Leave him alone. He didn’t know better!” It slipped out before he could
stop himself. Hizashi’s gaze hardened at this sentence.

“What do you mean by that? Which alpha doesn’t know about not claiming
omegas randomly?” Shota could hear the frustration in the DJ’s voice.

“It is what it is … But I can’t drag him into this, under no
circumstances!” Shota said adamantly. “I’ve done enough. He also didn’t
want to do it, but my heat scent threw him off. I’ve already ruined his life
with that. If he learns about the pregnancy … No …” Tears overflowed.

“But, Shota, if nothing happens, you could literally die from this unfinished
bond … Besides, he deserves to know that he’s becoming a father. Don’t you
think?” Hizashi moved a little further away from Shota, which hurt more than
anything.

“No, he can’t! I’m not telling you who it is.” He said stubbornly.

Hizashi deeply in- and exhaled a few times to calm himself down. “Fine …”
his voice sounded unfamiliarly cold. “But you still need to go to Recovery
Girl. Get dressed so we can go. I tell Eri.” With that, he got up and abruptly
left the room. It stung so heavily in Shota’s heart to see him leave.

When he was out of the room, Shota let out a wail. This was just the worst! Why
hadn’t he been more careful? He gritted his teeth. No, there was nothing he
could do right now; he was behaving illogically. He should get ready for
Recovery Girl.

But then the thought of the pregnancy flashed through his mind. His hand pressed
against his still-flat belly. Was he really carrying Midoriya’s pup? His life
would be over. They would find out eventually.

Exhausted, he got up, dressed in fresh clothes, and made his way out of his
room.

Hizashi had Toshinori come over to watch Eri while they went to Recovery Girl.
Hizashi kept his distance but was still close enough for the case that Shota
would lose balance. His presence felt cold as if Shota walked through a
snowstorm without clothes.

 

The old lady was surprised to see them, but after explaining the situation, she
got to work. She examined the bond mark. “Hm, the mark is healed properly, but
let me guess, you haven’t claimed the alpha back to complete it, yes?” She
asked, her gloved finger running over the edge of the bite.

“No, I have not …” Shota murmured, “and I can’t and won’t do that
ever!” he added. He just couldn’t mate Izuku, ruining his life.

She let out a hum, and he couldn’t tell if she disapproved of his answer or
not. “I see how it is,” she eventually said. “Undress the shirt and lay
down over there. I will check on the baby. I don’t even need to do a pregnancy
test; the smell is already giving it away.”

Feeling uncomfortable even more, Shota undressed and lay down. She smeared the
gel on his abdomen and pressed the ultrasound device on it. Shota was scared to
see the growing life inside him. Instead, he watched Hizashi, who was standing
against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He looked coldly at him; it hurt
to see.

Chiyo looked at the monitor examining him. “Yes, it’s looking good.” She
murmured. “But I am worried that the stress from being apart from your mate
might hurt them. You need to get closer to him, especially if you don’t want
to mate with him. Being apart could quite literally kill you.”

Aizawa swallowed and finally looked at her and the monitor. “I know ...”

“Did you feel exhausted lately?”

“Yeah, even worse than usual.” He confessed. This was not good. He was in
huge trouble! “B-But can’t I remove the mating mark instead? Is there no way
to break it?” He couldn’t keep Midoriya like this. The boy should have a
life of his own!

“There is, but if you do it now, the baby will most likely die. It’s a heavy
procedure that strains the body. I don’t recommend it while pregnant.” She
had a serious look on her face.

Shota’s hope faded away. “I understand …”

“Dear, you should contact the alpha as soon as possible. You need to be close
to him, or else you will endanger yourself and the baby,” she looked him
straight in the eyes. Her gaze was very serious.

“I will see what I can do …” He averted his eyes. “W-Will he … suffer
too?”

“Yes, he will. It might go slower, but he will eventually succumb to it.”
Shota dreaded this sentence. He was killing Midoriya was his actions. A hand
wandered to his mouth, covering it. What should he do? He couldn’t tell anyone
this would ruin his life, but they would die if they didn’t come clean.




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