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Izuku has been infatuated with Kacchan for as long as he can remember.
When they were five they were in the same class and their mothers were friends, so he saw Kacchan constantly. They would always go on adventures and explore. Everywhere they went, they held hands. If he didn’t have Kacchan’s hand in his he always felt a heavy worry in his heart. He didn’t feel that way being separated from anyone else.
Kacchan would complain and insist that he didn’t need Izuku looking after him. But he also never pulled away. He always just let Izuku hold him and snuggle him and scent him.
He remembers the day that their mothers decided not to be friends anymore. Kacchan’s mom yelled at Izuku’s mom, accusing her of letting Izuku imprint on Kacchan. At the time he didn’t know what it meant, or that he had even done anything. All he knew was that Kacchan was his best, most precious friend and he never wanted to be away from him.
Their parents were no longer friends, but he and Kacchan still played together.
Izuku would show up at Kacchan’s house and immediately tackle him in a hug, nuzzling and scenting him until Kacchan smelled more like Izuku than himself. Kacchan would groan at first, but then succumb to a fit of giggles and hug Izuku back.
Kacchan’s mom would then scold Izuku for not being more careful. “You could hurt him, you know!” But Izuku wasn’t being reckless on purpose! He just got so excited whenever he saw Kacchan that he couldn’t contain himself.
They were always happiest when they could be together. Izuku liked to brush Kacchan’s hair and kiss his hands. He loved Kacchan’s hands so much. His skin was so soft and Izuku liked to rub them against his face and smell them.
It wasn’t until they got older that he realized that, outside of him and Kacchan, not everyone was happy about their bond.
When they entered middle school, their mothers both took them to a specialist to try and break their bond.
“Please, there has to be something you can do,” Katsuki’s mother had begged. “They were just kids when it happened, I’m sure it was an accident. Back then they told us it would wear off and – well, look at them!”
Izuku frowned as she gestured rudely to his and Kacchan’s intertwined hands.
“It wasn’t a fucking accident,” Kacchan scoffed. Izuku pursed his lips and squeezed Kacchan’s hand tighter.
“See? The mouth on this one! He’s gotten way too complacent and doesn’t even try to make himself appealing for a mate anymore,” she said, her voice wavering as she started to cry.
“And that’s not even the half of it! Izuku is a prime omega,” Izuku’s own mother had supplied. Izuku didn’t understand why all that mattered. In his eyes, it didn’t matter who was prime or not prime, who was alpha or omega. Kacchan was a regular omega, but Izuku loved him just the same.
“Well, we could break the bond,” the specialist suggested. Izuku let out a growl low enough to startle everyone in the room.
“I’m not breaking our bond,” Izuku told them, standing up. He was angry that anyone would even suggest such a thing! Kacchan was his and only his. He wouldn’t let anyone take him away.
“Well, Izuku, look at it this way,” the specialist sighed, not at all fazed by his sudden display of aggression. “It’s possible you only feel this way about Katsuki because you imprinted on him so young. You don’t know any better.”
Izuku bared his teeth in a snarl and lunged at the man for saying such an awful thing. Thankfully, Kacchan was always so perfectly in tune with him and pulled him back before he could do anything he’d regret.
“I’m not going to break our bond, Kacchan,” he had tearfully promised him. He kissed Kacchan’s cheek and pulled him into a hug.
And he meant it, too. He would take that promise with him to the grave.
Over the years their parents repeatedly pushed for Izuku to break their bond and remove his imprint, but every time he dug his heels in deeper and refused. Their bond was the most treasured thing in the world to him, and anyone else would have to pry it from his cold, dead hands.
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“Hi, Izuku, how are you?” his mother asks sweetly when he answers her call. He cradles the phone between his ear and his shoulder, determined to continue putting away groceries.
“Hi mom, I’m great! We just got home from the grocery store,” he says, glancing over at Kacchan, who is busy unwrapping the eggs.
“We?” she asks, curious. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, reminding himself to watch his temper. He knows where she’s headed with this. She likes to bring it up in conversation every chance she gets.
“Yes, Mom. Me and Kacchan,” he says. She knows this. Knows that he visits on the weekends. They’ve tried to move in together, but Kacchan’s parents won’t let him move out unless they think he’s taking a mate other than Izuku.
They used to play the card that they wanted Kacchan to be with someone who could give him pups. But Izuku nixed that when he presented as a prime omega. He thought that would be the end of it. The perfect ending to this nonsense, but they came up with even more excuses. That omegas shouldn’t be breeding in the first place. What about their pups? The health of their future pups was a hot topic for debate – that two omegas couldn’t possibly produce healthy offspring.
But that doesn’t matter to Izuku. Even if they never started a family in that way, he would still love Kacchan all the same.
“Oh, is he staying over this weekend?” she asks, the tone of her voice clearly displaying her discomfort with the situation.
“He stays over every weekend,” he reminds her. He knows she likes to pretend it’s not happening, and will even go so far as to try and set him up with prime alphas she finds.
“Oh, okay, so . . . does that mean you wouldn’t be willing to meet up with someone tonight? For dinner?” she asks.
“What? No, mom,” he scoffs, disgusted by the idea. “I have a mate. Besides, we already have plans to hang out with some friends later.”
“He’s not your mate yet, technically,” she points out. Izuku rolls his eyes. She doesn’t get it! None of them do, really.
He and Kacchan have a bond, and whether it’s a mating bond or not shouldn’t matter. They will be mated one day. He’s sure of it. As a prime omega, Izuku’s imprint on Kacchan makes it impossible for anyone else to claim him. It should be easy for him to just sink his teeth into Kacchan and be done with it.
But there’s the legal aspect of it.
As an omega, Kacchan’s parents still have custody of him, even as an adult. Izuku has served them claim papers multiple times, begging them to let him claim their son. But every time they refused. And, likewise, Izuku refused to break his imprint on Kacchan. If Izuku dared mate Katsuki anyway, he could face a nightmare of lawsuit and possibly end up in jail for taking an omega he didn’t have permission to have.
For years they have been in this stand-off. It wasn’t until recently that Kacchan was allowed to spend the night with Izuku. But he had grown depressed and sick and doctors determined that it was because he was being kept away from Izuku.
Izuku cried when he found out that Kacchan had been suffering without him. He had thought about him every day, desperate to see him again. Desperate to hold him as tight as he could.
But that’s in the past, is what Izuku tells himself whenever those memories creep back up on him. He doesn’t see Kacchan as often as he would like to, but that’s okay. He’s eternally grateful for every second they can spend together.
“The point is, I’m not taking anyone else,” he says, firmly, accidentally ripping open one of the grocery bags. Noticing the change in his scent, Kacchan reaches his hand over, softly squeezing at his arm before taking the bag from him. “Please stop asking me, I’m not going to change my mind.”
“Oh, Izuku,” she sighs. “You know the Bakugou’s are not going to budge on this one. Don’t you ever worry that you won’t be able to take a mate at all if you stay with Katsuki? You may have a bond with him, but it’s not always going to be fulfilling. Eventually your instincts will get impatient. You’ll want pups and –“
Izuku hangs up quickly as hot tears spring to his eyes. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair! He could have all that with Kacchan. He could! He’s done his research. All their talk about omegas mating and having unhealthy litters is just old wives’ tales.
“Deku,” Kacchan says, taking the phone from his hand and setting it on the counter. Izuku screws his eyes shut and takes shaky, deep breaths while Kacchan snakes his arms around his waist and buries his face against his chest. Sweet, sweet pheromones drift from his skin. Soft, gentle, calm. Izuku relaxes ever so slightly and holds his Kacchan close. “What does she want now?”
“The usual,” he mumbles.
“Jesus, when are they going to give up?” he groans, squeezing tighter. “Fucking tired of this shit.”
“I know, Kacchan, I’m tired of it, too,” he explains. “But I won’t let them take you from me, okay? I’ll hold on forever.”
“Forever?” he asks, giving a hopeless sigh. It does seem hopeless sometimes. Despite all Izuku’s talk about how mating doesn’t matter, on some level it does. He wants Kacchan to be his proper mate. He wouldn’t mind having a house full of pups that they created themselves.
“Yeah,” Izuku finally says.
“What if they never sign the papers?” he rasps. Izuku shakes his head. Kacchan shouldn’t have to worry about something like claim papers.
“I still won’t leave you,” he promises. He never breaks the promises he makes to Kacchan.
They stay that way for a few more somber moments before breaking apart. After they finish putting away the groceries, they sit on the couch together. Most of the time, they don’t even have to talk. They can just sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company.
Everything is more comfortable when he has Kacchan with him.
Later that evening, they go out for a bit. Nothing big or extravagant, just out to get drinks with a few of Izuku’s friends. The restaurant is within walking distance, and Izuku holds tight to Kacchan’s hand the entire way there.
It’s been a while since he’s seen these friends. He’s happy that they have invited him to hang out on a day that Kacchan can come with him. Kacchan is so amazing that Izuku loves to show him off every chance he gets.
Knowing Kacchan is a privilege more people should appreciate.
“Here we are,” Izuku says as they round the corner and come up on the restaurant. He scans the area and finds Kirishima and Shouto sitting at a table on the patio. “There.”
Kacchan nods and follows him over to the table. It's a beautiful, clear night. Perfect for seeing friends and having a nice time.
“Midoriya, hey man!” Kirishima says enthusiastically when they approach. Izuku gives him a warm smile and sits down.
“Hi, it’s been so long,” He laughs, eyes flickering over to Shouto who stays quiet. It’s odd. He remembers Shouto being at least a little bit friendlier. Reserved, yes, but always nice. Maybe he’s just in a sour mood. “Is Ochako coming?”
Ochako was a friend of theirs from school. A sweet beta girl who had always been really nice to him and Kacchan.
“Ah, I don’t think so. Hey there, Bakugou,” he says, acknowledging the omega clinging to Izuku’s arm. He twitches at the subtle reminder that Kacchan does not officially belong to him, but he lets it go. They’re here to have fun.
“Hey,” he says, shortly. “So, are we getting drinks or what?”
“Here’s the drink menu,” Izuku says, plucking it from the center of the table and handing it to him. Kacchan thanks him and starts scanning it. He looks up again and this time Shouto is glaring.
What the hell?
“How are you, Shouto?” he asks, doing his best to be kind. He doesn’t know for sure what’s got him in a mood yet.
“Fine,” he snaps. “Just surprised you brought him here.”
Izuku’s nostrils flare as every alarm sounds in his head. What did he just say?!
“Don’t talk to Kacchan like that,” he insists. He holds his expression in a firm scowl, challenging him even though he knows Shouto is a prime alpha. Both him and Kirishima are.
“Yeah, fuck off,” Kacchan scoffs. Shouto rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disgust.
“I thought maybe you were done playing house with your omega friend and would be ready to take a real mate,” he comments. It takes everything Izuku has in him to not launch himself across the table and strangle the alpha.
“Excuse me?”
“Deku, let’s just go,” Kacchan says, getting up from the table. But Izuku isn’t willing to just let his comment slide. Maybe he’s still sore from the conversation with his mother from earlier. Normally he would try to let it roll, but this time he just can’t bring himself to.
“No, I want to know what you have against Kacchan,” he demands. Kacchan whines and pulls at his arm. He’s clearly uncomfortable, and Izuku will tend to him later. But in this moment, he feels the intense need to defend his honor.
“You are a prime omega who deserves more than what he has to offer,” he explains. “When your mother suggested we reach out to you, I thought for sure that meant you were ready to start courting.”
“My mother?!” he exclaims, fuming. He groans and holds his head in his hands, doing everything he can to control his instincts and not throw down with an alpha in public. “She asked you to hang out with me?”
“Ah, yeah, man, sorry,” Kirishima chuckles awkwardly. At least he has a bit more tact than Shouto does. “Said one of us could have you.”
Izuku opens and closes his mouth, desperately searching for the right words to express his hurt, his anger. But nothing comes out. He turns between both of them before finally grabbing Kacchan’s hand and taking off.
“God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Kacchan,” he sputters once they’re finally alone. He stops along the sidewalk, thankfully in a quiet part of the city. “I didn’t know it was going to be like that, I thought they really wanted to just hang out –“
“Hey, Deku,” he says, gripping at his shoulders and shaking him a bit. “Chill out, okay? It’s fucking fine. I’m not upset. You know I’m not a fuckin’ people person anyway.”
“It’s not fine though! I don’t want to keep getting bombarded by people telling me who I should or shouldn’t mate! They don’t get it! They think they can tell us what we need or what we want, and they can’t,” he rants. He’s aware that he’s yelling and getting worked up but he can’t calm himself down. Kacchan blinks and takes a deep breath. He looks pensive and it makes Izuku a little uneasy. “What is it, Kacchan?”
“Nothing,” he mutters, and then clears his throat.
But Izuku can smell it on him. The sharp stench of worry. He can tell that there’s something weighing on Kacchan’s mind, and he’s determined to find out what it is.
“You can’t hide from me, Kacchan,” he chuckles softly. “What’s wrong?”
“Just . . . thinking,” he sighs. He steps back and sits down on a nearby bench. Izuku knits his eyebrows together as he watches and follows suit.
“About what?” he wants to know.
“Everything,” he mutters, still vague. Izuku studies him carefully, and then drops his head against his shoulder, nuzzling.
“I love you, Kacchan,” he says, because it’s important.
“I love you too,” he replies. “You know that . . . but I can’t help but wonder.”
Izuku’s heart seizes, bracing himself for whatever shocking thing Kacchan has to say. Kacchan wondering about their love couldn’t possibly be a good thing. In the mere seconds before Kacchan starts speaking again, Izuku can feel himself starting to spiral. No, no, no - Kacchan can’t be questioning their love! They’re bonded and fated and everything in between.
“Maybe they’re right,” Kacchan says. Izuku sits up immediately, glaring at his mate.
“What? Kacchan, how could you say that?” he gasps, already starting to choke up.
“I’m serious, Deku. On some level . . . they’re right. You’re a fucking prime omega,” he says,, as if that means anything to Izuku.
“Yeah? So? It doesn’t make a difference,” Izuku argues.
“It does, though! Do you remember when my mom tried to take me to a mating house?” he asks, and Izuku immediately scowls at the horrific memory. He followed them there and clawed at the doors when he thought Kacchan was being taken away from him forever.
“I try not to.” Izuku shudders as he blinks back tears.
“Well, you should have fucking see all the extra shit they did for prime omegas,” he says, shaking his head. “They had the best rooms, got the best food. All because prime alphas were willing to pay out the ass for them.”
“But it doesn’t even matter,” Izuku says, desperately.
“It matters to other people . . . you’re much more fertile and desirable. Your scent is better and - fuck, Deku,” he groans, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. “You deserve all that nice shit, okay?”
“What do you mean? I have you, Kacchan, and that’s all I will ever want,” he explains, shaking his head. “Kacchan is so amazing.”
“You always say that, but . . . then you go through all this bullshit for me when you could just easily break the bond and mate with someone else. Things wouldn’t have to be hard anymore. You’d just mate and move on with your life,” he explains.
Izuku wants to scream.
“No, no, no!” He shouts and stands up. “Look at me, Kacchan!”
The omega looks up at him, tears sticking to his eyelashes.
“If I had to break our bond it would be like reaching into my chest and ripping my heart out. Everything I do is because I love you ,” he explains, his voice growing louder and louder. “I fucking love you more than anything and I will always do everything I can to protect you. All the crap people have put us through - every argument, every dirty look, every ambush from our parents - I would do it all over again a million times if it meant I could still have you.”
Kacchan’s lips part as he stares at him. He stays silent. It’s not often that Kacchan is rendered speechless.
“But you can’t have me, can you? Not really,” he finally says.
“I’ll keep fighting until I can,” he assures him. He really, truly believes that he will.
“You’re crazy,” he says, shaking his head. “But I love that about you.”
Izuku gives him a wobbly smile.
"Sometimes I wanna bite you so bad," he says, his voice broken as he looks down at him. At his neck, where his scent gland lies. How pretty would it look with Izuku's bond mark framing it?
"You can't," he says. "I'm not gonna have you sent to prison because of me."
"I know, I know," he says, smiling. "Sometimes I just think about how nice it would be to run away from all this. Go to a world where no one cares about omegas and primes and all this garbage. I just want to love you, Kacchan."
"I know," he replies. Izuku lets out a big sigh and sits back down. He balances his elbows against his knees and holds his head in his hand. Kacchans fingertips run along his spine.
"One day, Kacchan," he promises. "We'll live together and we'll be mated. No one will bother us anymore."
"I hope so," he says.
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Another year passes, and Izuku is tired.
Every time he enters his office at work, there's another floral arrangement waiting for him at his desk. Some days it will be a single rose or a box of chocolates. Other days, like today, it's a massive arrangement that shrouds his computer.
"What the fuck," he whispers to himself as he goes to check the card.
Izuku! Are you free Friday for dinner? Hope so!
Sincerely Yours,
Inasa
He rolls his eyes and dumps it in the trash can under his desk.
"So which of your suitors is trying to win your affection today?" His officemate Camie asks. Izuku lets out a deep sigh.
"Inasa," he says, moving the flowers off his desk and onto the floor. Only because they don't fit in the trash can. At some point in the past year this whole courting thing started to get out of hand. And no, he’s not the one courting. He is still happily bonded to Kacchan, but it doesn’t seem to stop prime alphas from trying to convince him to change his mind.
“Ooh, but Inasa’s like, prime prime, if ya know what I mean,” she says, with a wink. He just stares at her for a moment before shaking his head.
“Uh, no, I don’t,” he says.
“He’s very large and very wealthy,” she points out. “Like, the perfect alpha, honestly. I can smell his fuckin’ pheromones through his scent patches. So you know he’s potent.”
“I don’t really care about that,” he points out. “I have a mate.”
“You have a childhood friend that you imprinted on,” she corrects, and he shoots her a harsh glare. “Seriously man, I don’t want you going feral because you’ve let yourself go unmated for so long.”
“No,” he says, evenly. “I’m in love with Kacchan. Always have been, always will be.”
“Izuku, hon, don’t you ever think that maybe you should just let it go?” she asks. He gapes at her, appalled that she would even suggest such a thing.
“Absolutely not,” he shakes his head. He jumps as the door to the office swings open and a scent that is unmistakably alpha enters the room. Izuku groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Hey Midoriya! Did you get my flowers?!” Inasa booms, grinning from ear to ear.
“Mhmm,” Izuku mumbles, his gaze dropping to the gaudy display on the floor.
“Ah, I see, it was too big for your desk so you had to put it on the floor, that’s okay! I totally understand!” he exclaims. “So Friday?”
“I’m busy,” he says. “And I have a mate, I told you.”
“I’m sure,” he says, his tone faltering. He’s just like all the rest. Viewing Kacchan only as an obstacle to get to him. Not taking their love seriously. “Well, this is . . . awkward. I didn’t think you were actually mated.”
“I might as well be mated,” he supplies. “Kacchan is my fated mate. Just because we’re not officially mated doesn’t mean that I’m up for grabs.”
“Hmm,” Inasa replies, pressing his lips together, as if biting back his opinions. He seems frustrated.
Camie leans over her desk and twirls a strand of her hair around her finger.
“So, I’m free on Friday,” she laughs. He looks over at here, eyes scanning over.
“Of course! Well, I gotta go,” he says quickly, nodding between both of them and making a quick exit. Camie groans loudly and collapses against her desk.
“God, what I wouldn’t give to be a prime omega,” she complains. “You don’t know how good you have it.”
“I do know,” he says, finally settling in at his desk so he can get to work. “I have Kacchan, which makes me the luckiest person alive.”
“God, you’re cute,” she laughs. “Cute but stubborn and oblivious.”
Izuku shakes his head again and ignores her. Thankfully she takes the hint and drops the conversation, moving on to her own work she has to do.
That evening after work, he heads to Kacchan’s parents’ house to pick him up for the weekend. He’s in a much better mood from the morning, but Kacchan has always had the power to completely turn his day around.
He knocks on the door, and he doesn’t get an answer right away. Again, he knocks. This time, the front door flies open, and instead of Kacchan leaping into his arms, he’s met with Kacchan’s mother. Her face is red. She looks like a mess. Worry twists in his gut, because something definitely feels off.
“Hi, um, where is Kacchan?” he asks. That’s all he cares about.
“ Kacchan was just picked up by Omega Wellness Services,” she replies firmly, her face contorted and angry. It takes a moment for him to process the information.
Omega Wellness Services. The government organization that looks out for omegas suspected to be victims of abuse or neglect. It makes no sense. Why would Kacchan -
“Why? What? Where is he?” he sputters, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Because he doesn’t have a mate. They accused us of depriving him of what his instincts wanted for letting your imprint stay for so long,” she explains.
In an instant, Izuku’s confusion switches to fury.
“I would have mated him years ago!” he screams, balling up his fists at his sides. “You wouldn’t let me!”
“Well looks like you got exactly what you wanted, then,” she says, venom lacing her words as she flings a bundle of papers in his direction. He stumbles and grabs them frantically, eyes scanning over them to figure out what she’s getting at.
Claim papers.
She’s signed his fucking claim papers!
“Oh my god,” he mumbles. He doesn’t say another word to her, just takes off running.
His heart races and he clutches the papers in his hands, determined to not let them slip away. Really, he can hardly believe that they’re even real. After years and years of trying to get them signed, he’s finally got them. They’re real.
Kacchan is his.
He always has been, but now it’s official, validated.
Once he gets back into the city, he stops, looking around. He knows the Omega Wellness building is, but his brain feels scrambled as he tries to keep up with everything going on. Kacchan is his. Kacchan is his.
But he’s been taken away.
Once he gets his bearings, he continues on until he gets to the front door. He barges in, out of breath and probably looking far more unhinged than he should. It doesn’t matter though.
“Can I help you, sir?” the receptionist asks. Izuku nods and places the crumpled papers on his desk.
“You have my omega, I need to see him,” he chokes. His heart hammers in his chest as the woman silently takes the papers and begins entering something in the computer. She is being way too casual for this whole thing. Doesn’t she understand what is happening here?
“Bakugou Katsuki?” she verifies. Izuku nods. Technically Midoriya Katsuki now, but they’ll get that sorted out later. “He was taken in just an hour ago. It says in his report that he was in a poor mental state from being unmated. And . . . you’re saying he’s your mate?”
“Yes! Yes, he is now,” he says, desperately. “We’ve been bonded for a long time, but his parents wouldn’t sign his papers.”
“And you didn’t break the bond?” she asks. Izuku’s stomach drops.
“No,” he admits. “I love him.”
“It’s none of my business, but if you loved him, you’d have put more priority on his health,” she says, a snarky tone in her voice. Izuku presses his lips together as doubt settles in.
He didn’t know this was affecting Kacchan so badly. There was the time when they were purposely kept away from each other, but with their weekend visits, he thought things were getting better! That at the very least Kacchan’s health could be protected.
“I know,” he says, his voice cracking. “Please, I need to see him. I can mate him now, I can make it better.”
“I don’t know if they’ll let you,” she says, simply. “They’ve got him slated for a procedure that will break his imprint.”
And just like that, Izuku’s world crumbles around him. Break his - no! That can’t happen. They couldn’t do that, could they?
“No! You can’t! He’s my mate now, I have the paperwork, I just have to give him his mark, please just let me see him -” he cries, cutting himself off as he doubles over the desk. His chest aches as an intense sadness courses through him. It’s far worse than anything he’s ever experienced before.
“Well,” the receptionist says. “Looks like it’s been done.”
“No, no - fuck, no!” he shouts, pulling himself up even though he feels like he’s falling apart. He grabs his papers back. His chest hurts more than anything, but he’s not driven by his physical strength anymore. Instead he’s driven by the anguish of potentially losing Kacchan and it’s tearing him up inside.
At this point, it doesn’t matter what happens to him. If he can’t have Kacchan, then what’s the point?
He bolts for the door behind the receptionist desk and pushes through, running and desperately scanning the rooms for Kacchan’s scent. An alarm sounds in the background, but he keeps going, turning every corner until he’s finally coming up on a group of specialists wrangling Kacchan back into his room.
“Deku!” he shouts, when he sees him. He sounds scared, like he needs Izuku. Even though they’ve somehow broken Kacchan’s imprint, he still feels drawn to the other man.
“Kacchan!” he shouts.
“You can’t be here!” one of the specialists insists.
“Please! He’s mine, he’s my omega, I have his papers,” he yells. “Please, I need him.”
“Shit, is this the imprinter?” one of them asks, moving to hold Izuku back from reaching Kacchan. The omega’s eyes are wide. He’s scared. He needs Izuku.
“Someone get a sedative,” another comments.
“Please, I just need Kacchan, my Kacchan,” he sobs. “I need him. Dammit, I need him!”
“If the imprint is broken, why is he still acting like that?” one of them questions, still struggling against Izuku’s attempts to break free.
“Don’t know, he shouldn’t be so territorial.”
“Please! My papers!” he screeches, tossing them towards anyone who will listen. Thankfully someone picks them up, scanning over.
“He’s got a signature,” one of them points out. Yes! Yes he does. Kacchan belongs to him now, even in the eyes of the government! They’re denying him his omega, they’re-
“Let him go, see what happens.”
And just like that, they’re free.
Izuku can hardly believe it, but he doesn’t have time to marvel over that. He moves as quickly as he can to Kacchan, wrapping him up in a tight, squeezing hug. Their hands roam over each other, hardly able to get enough.
“I have you, Kacchan, I have you,” he says. Kacchan nods against his shoulder, still shaking and crying. Izuku holds him tight, slowly sinking down to the floor. They’ve got each other now. Izuku is never going to let him go again.
“Deku, fuck,” he gasps, clinging tight. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Your mom signed the papers,” he says. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I didn’t know they were going to - oh God, Kacchan, I didn’t know they would do this to you.”
“Bite me,” he begs.
Izuku nods as Kacchan bares his neck, his sweet, unmarked scent gland presented and ready for him to claim. He’s been waiting for this day for almost his entire life.
But he doesn’t have time to drag it out and make it romantic like he always wanted to. Izuku’s imprint had been broken and now Kacchan needs relief from his distress as soon as possible.
He kisses the spot tenderly, savoring at least one small moment before allowing his teeth to pierce Kacchan’s perfect skin.
Izuku’s skin burns, his chest ignites. The sensation is overwhelming, overpowering all of his other senses to the point where he’s not sure how much time passes.
But time does pass. And soon enough, he pulls back, his face in line with Kacchan’s. His tears have stopped. Instead his eyes are just wide, glued to Izuku’s. After all this time, every moment they spent fighting for this exact moment, it hardly feels real.
Like it’s all some intense, fucked-up dream that he’s going to wake up from any second.
But he doesn’t.
The specialists give them space for a while, letting them come to terms with their bond. They calm down almost instantly, but the specialists insist on taking them in to make sure they’re all alright physically.
Once everything comes back fine, they’re free to leave. And when they step outside is when it starts to feel real.
“We’re mated,” Izuku says, turning to Kacchan.
“We are,” he mumbles back to him. His lips split into a wide grin and Izuku’s heart swells in his chest. He leans forward and grabs either side of Kacchan’s face, fitting their lips together in a firm kiss.
“You get to come home with me,” he says, in disbelief. “Oh my god, I thought I lost you, Kacchan.”
“I’m here,” he says, reassuringly. His arms wrap around Izuku’s back, holding him close. Izuku breathes in Kacchan’s scent, and it helps. It reminds him that this is all real. Kacchan is here and he’s Izuku’s mate.
He always has been, at least in his eyes.
Having the papers and the bond mark are all bonuses to Izuku. He always had Kacchan. The only difference now is that no one is going to try and separate them ever again.
They can finally live the life they always dreamed of having together.