Since the rise of hero mafias, the underworld of Japan has become a fractured landscape. Only the strongest, those skilled at covering their tracks or possessing vast influence, remained. These remnants formed an uneasy network, bound by necessity and shared ambition. Three families—the Bakugou, the Todoroki, and the Midoriya—rose to dominance, controlling the flow of power and profit. Each leader was, by unspoken decree, an alpha. When the Midoriya family discovered their son was an omega, they attempted to produce another heir. But during a brutal invasion on their main estate, the head of the family was murdered, and his mate gravely wounded. The surviving mate concealed the truth of her omega son, fearing exposure.
Katsuki: “Hey Deku… why do I always find you in these woods?”
Izuku: “It’s where I can breathe. What about you, Kacchan? Why do you come here now?”
Katsuki: “To see you.”
The words, rough-hewn and direct, flushed the omega’s cheeks.
Katsuki: “I’ve been hearing talk—that when we reach high school, we’re supposed to find our mates.”
Izuku: “Is that so…”
His mother had warned him about this, worried about how it would unfold knowing his true nature.
Katsuki: “I’ve decided that if I can’t find anyone better than Deku, I’ll claim you as mine.”
Izuku: “Kacchan…”
Katsuki: “So! Take this and don’t you dare lose it! I’ll kill you if you do!”
He pressed a small, ornate key into Izuku’s palm. It was heavy, cold metal against warm skin. Izuku’s eyes welled with tears.
Izuku: “Of course I won’t. I’ll always love you, Kacchan.”
Katsuki felt a surge of possessiveness. He wanted to pull the omega closer, feel the heat of his skin, but restrained himself.
As I woke up, I heard knocking on my door. I sat up, and…
Katsuki: “WHO THE FUCK IS IT?!”
Kirishima: “Master Katsuki, your mother demands your presence.”
Katsuki: “Tell the old hag I’m busy!”
Kirishima: “Come on, bro. You know how I hate acting formal when I have to drag you out of bed. Besides, it’s unmanly to act like that.”
Katsuki: “Ugh! Fine! What is this about?!”
He threw back the covers and began to dress.
Kirishima: “From what I heard, you’re being introduced to the future heads of the other families.”
The Todoroki and Midoriya families…
Kirishima: “Bakubro?”
Katsuki: “I’m getting ready! I’ll be out in a minute.”
Kirishima: “Alright!”
He heard Kirishima’s footsteps retreat. Katsuki hated having to play politics with the other alphas. But they provided valuable assistance. He’d be a fool to destroy the alliances his family had forged. Then, a faint scent, achingly familiar, drifted into his nostrils.
Izuku: “Kacchan…”
Deku?
Before he could follow the scent, it vanished. He hurried out of the room, heading toward the meeting hall. As he threw open the doors, he saw the two other alphas standing inside.
“Introducing the next head of the Bakugou family, Katsuki Bakugou.”
He took a seat across from them, assessing their expressions.
Katsuki: “So, who’s who?”
The alpha with the bi-colored hair stepped forward.
Shoto: “Shoto Todoroki.”
Then, the other alpha moved quickly.
Izuku: “I-Izuku Midoriya.”
As they instinctively inhaled, gauging their scents, Katsuki realized one of them was using scent blockers. A deliberate act of concealment.
Katsuki: “What kind of joke is this?”
Half n Half glanced at the greenette.
Izuku: “It’s… just a precaution…”
Katsuki: “Precaution for what?!”
Izuku: “To… avoid a similar incident to that of my father.”
The truth hit him. They’d been searching for a mate for him sooner than expected. With the head alpha dead, his right hand man ruled the Midoriya family until a suitable match was found.
Izuku: “Could you… not stare at me.”
Katsuki’s cheeks flushed. What the hell? Get over yourself! He’s an alpha. He took another glance at Izuku. He was surprisingly handsome for an alpha. He cleared his throat and continued.
Katsuki: “Anyway, we’ll all be taking over our estates after high school, so I wish you both the best of luck.”
The words felt like shards of glass in his throat. He hated admitting the sentiment. As the other two stood and left, Katsuki watched them go.
Izuku
I can’t believe that was Kacchan… He still smells like coffee.
A bittersweet ache twisted in Izuku’s chest. He could never let him know—never reveal that he was Kacchan’s omega. The omega he’d given his heart to. He pulled out a heart-shaped lock from his pocket—a gift from Kacchan years ago. The cold metal warmed in his palm, a tangible reminder of a love he could never fully claim.