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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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Ever since we left my apartment, Katsuki has been looking at me funny. His youthful features have been morphed by a crease in his forehead that seemed to only worsen every time I noticed him sneaking glances at me from the driver's seat.
Was he worried about bringing me around his family and pack? Perhaps he was regretting doing this? Whatever it may be, it was freaking me out to see him stewing in silence. It had been a few hours on the road already and he had not said one word to me.
Swallowing my nerves, I reached over and lightly poke his thigh, sparking those intense shockwaves of warmth from the contact between two mates. I sucked in a breath as he jumped from those same tingles. The crease in his forehead disappearing momentarily and replaced by surprise.
"What?" He snapped, making me flinch back and sigh. There was a pause as he glanced between me and the road before sighing heavily.
"Sorry, what is it?" He spoke much softer now and I relaxed and picked at my fingers in my lap.
"I - I was wondering what your favorite color is?" I wanted to roll my eyes at my stupid question but to my surprise, Katsuki chuckle, taking my breath away as the lovely sounds filled the car and made my heart flutter.
"Really?" He smirked and shook his head as my lips twitched with a shy smile. "It's orange, same as its always been." He glanced at me for a second before turning his gaze back to the road, taking an exit that sparked a memory.
"How close are we?" I asked as I started to remember little landmarks from my childhood along the sides of the road. Katsuki hummed and drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. The 5 o'clock sunlight lit up his features with a soft orange glow. His cherry-colored eyes showing off little golden flecks within his irises that made me lean closer to get a better look.
"I'd say about 15 minutes." His mouth curved as he spoke, showing off his sharp canines and pearly white teeth. I bit my lip and tilted my head as I studied him. His ash-blond locks of hair were unruly as ever, sticking up in spikes and showing off the buzzed undercut that only added to his mature aesthetic that reminded me he was no longer a child.
I could feel my cheeks warming as my body soaked in my mate's proximity. His scent of caramel and spice filled up the small cab of his car, sending my Omegan nature haywire as I sit surrounded by my mate's scent.
Katsuki shifted in his seat, breaking my intense staring as he pulled into a driveway. The gravel road leading up to a white house has my anxiety spiking. Memories begin flooding my mind of the last time I sat in this driveway, sweating and chewing my lip raw as I thought about entering this home.
His father had attacked me the last time I was hete. I had threatened his son and deserved it. Us shifters are very possessive and protective beings, and entering into this territory again would be like a slap in their face.
