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The "Touch" Series
Izuku Midoriya was an Omega. His whole life he never once hated the fact that he was born into the weaker sub-gender. It was part of who he was. Izuku wasn't ashamed to say that he was weaker than others, doo...
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The drive to Katsuki's house had me a nervous wreck. It was times like these that I wish I was an Alpha or even a Beta. Since I was an omega, I had an even harder time controlling my emotions. Being the weaker status never really bothered me before, but ever since that night, I hated myself.
My pheromones were choking me in my car. If I rolled my windows down, I would have the whole neighborhood freaking out over my distress.
I chose to drive so I could make a quick escape if Masaru did try and kill me. I had no chance of trying to run from an angry Alpha.
I turned the radio on and took a few moments to calm myself. I knew that if I were to go into there all emotional it would make things worse. I needed to get myself under control before entering the house where my mate was.
When I pulled up to the house, I debated driving off again to give myself some more time to stall. But I knew that this would need to happen no matter how long I ran away from it.
Putting the car in park I ran my fingers through my hair and sprayed some scent masking spray over me in an attempt to cover the distress pheromones that had me reeking of scared Omega. Satisfied that my scent was masked enough not to freak anyone out when I left my car, I slipped out and quickly sent a text to my mom, letting her know where I was and quickly adding an 'I love you' on the end just in case I died today.
Swallowing nervously, I tuck my keys and phone in my pockets and shuffle up to the front door feeling myself grow more and more nervous as I hesitate to knock on the door. I have no idea what to expect, but from the phone call I received, something is wrong, and I can't help but think that they know.
Feeling even more ashamed of myself than ever, I slowly knocked on the door before tucking my hands behind my back. I wrung my hands nervously while I waited. A few moments passed and my heart was hammering as I picked up on the sounds of feet approaching the door.
The door opened revealing Mitsuki Bakugou. She was standing there with her blond hair and striking red eyes that made her look like an older sister to Katsuki rather than his mother.
"Izuku dear, come in." My brain short-circuited for a moment, wondering why she was being so nice to me. She spoke to me like -- like everything was fine. Everything was not fine.
"T-Thank you." I stuttered and forced myself to move. I walked inside the home that I had been in hundreds of times during the past 4 years. This house used to feel like a second home, but as I walked through the kitchen, all I could see were images of me painting on the floor with that man on top of me. All I could remember was the way Katsuki looked at me after I -- violated him.
"We will talk in my office, okay?" Mitsuki asked. Her normal rowdy behavior and loud voice were gone now; only making me more nervous.
"That fine... Umm, how is -- " I stopped myself, not realizing that even saying Katsuki's name out loud right now would burn my throat. I didn't have the right to talk about him right now. Mitsuki tensed up but looked at me with a softness that made me want to cry. I didn't deserve any kindness from her. Maybe they didn't know?
