Little Flower •DekuBaku• /Completed/

Truthful

Izuku let out a heavy breath, eyes focused on his opponent as the brown haired male before him snarled threateningly. The smaller Alpha charged with his sword in hand, the greenette laughing lowly and dodging the attack easily, turning his back on the man for a short moment before slashing his weapon down his torso. He was careful not to hurt him too much, he didn't want to kill anyone, but it was enough to have him out of the competition. The brunet only whimpered in pain, body collapsing against the dirt as he stared down in defeat. He limped out of boundaries after Izuku helped him up, the freckled Alpha watching him leave with a solemn expression. He felt horrible for ruining his chances at the prince, but he had no other option. Someone had to take charge. It was kill or be killed between these Alphas, at least he was being merciful. His nostrils flared as the scent of bergamot and lime filled his nose, swiftly turning on his heel to lock eyes with the raven haired male staring deathly daggers at him.

The greenette glanced around the field for a moment, realizing with a confused hum that they were the only two that remained. "A prime, huh?" The younger of the two deadpanned with a neutral expression, the attack Izuku expected from such a cocky looking Alpha not coming. "Thought you all had gone extinct..." The pair circled each other warily, dark eyes clashing with emerald ones as he let out an egotistical chuckle. "No matter, you look to have as much intellect as a stable boy." He quipped with an innocent smile, Izuku gripping his sword handle tightly in slight irritation at the joke, jaw tensing. "What? Is the big bad knothead upset?" The raven haired male pouted teasingly, boots nearly sliding as he stepped onto the blood-slicked grass. "The name's Shindo, remember that. It'll be the name the sweet prince will be screaming tonight instead of yours...." He grinned confidently. Confused murmurs could be heard from the crowd at the lack of fighting and the hushed conversation, Shindo gritting his teeth with a prideful smirk before finally lurching at Izuku with full intent to end his life. The prime easily dodged, bare feet moving elegantly to twist himself out of reach. The latter growled, tripping over his clunky boots in the process of steadying himself from his failed attack.

Izuku sighed softly as the younger of the two let out a guttural sound, walking up to him and leaning down to offer his hand out. Shindo stilled at the apparent sportsmanship, staring at the offered hand in complete disbelief before slapping it away harshly. He snarled, jumping to his feet in a rush and gripping his weapon tighter. The prime shrugged his shoulders at the rude grunt, taking two quick steps back and raising his sword in a faux display of his willingness to fight. The shorter Alpha clicked his tongue impatiently, eyes dancing around the arena briefly before landing back on the man that easily towered over him by at least a foot . Before the greenette had a chance to speak, Shindo was once again rushing forward, dagger raised and eyes narrowed in instinct-fueled anger. His fangs were bared threateningly, lips curled into a vicious snarl and scent glands leaking the smell of anger and rotten fruit into the already pheromone-heavy air. His posture showed his readiness to kill the prime, yet Izuku wanted to laugh at how pitiful he looked. He was running off of instincts and fury, a poor combination when it came to a battle against a prime.

Shindo's body barreled into his own with as much force as he could muster, the freckled Alpha gripping his wrist and slapping the dagger away before allowing himself to fall to the ground in a heap. The raven haired male smirked, kicking his side and not realizing when Izuku purposely rolled with the weak attempt. He laid limp, shutting his eyes in faux defeat and silently hoping that the scene looked realistic enough for the spectators surrounding them to believe that Shindo overpowered him. The chocolatey eyed man stepped on top of the greenette, the older of the two internally rolling his eyes when the raven haired male raised Izuku's own sword high above his head to stake his victory. Applause and cheers could be heard throughout the arena, all eyes focused on the two. "Come forth," a proud voice bellowed, silencing the cheering crowd as Shindo smirked cockily. "What is your name?" Mitsuki smiled as he stepped in front of the stage.