ᗰᗩTᑌᖇE ᑕOᑎTEᑎT 𝟷𝟾+
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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Katsuki called -- as he promised he would. Each night we would spend at least half an hour talking about random things. Sometimes our conversations were serious while other times they were trivial and focused more on things like movies or favorite foods.
It seemed too mundane in-a-way. Like we were somehow past late-night phone calls and hushed 'I miss yous'. We were, in-a-way, yet every time the phone rang I would jump, my heart would pound a little harder, and my breath would hitch in my throat the moment his voice took over my speakers.
Two weeks was nothing compared to four years. However, this time almost seemed just as long of an absence. Something had changed.
I began thinking harder about my future now more than ever. I had a stable career now and stable health. I no longer was letting life pass me by. Katsuki had taken steps towards a better future. He applied for college; he got accepted! Katsuki was making an effort to be a better man -- a better mate.
That alone was what brought me here. Standing on my mother's doorstep after too long of being away. I wondered many times why I never confided in her. It never made sense to me why I shut her out or why I still didn't call -- or why she stopped calling me.
Swallowing my guilt, I waited for her to open the door. After I knocked time seemed to slow, painfully. I listened for the padding of her feet, inhaled her scent that swarmed my childhood home, and waited. Surely she knew it was me by now.
I could hear the unstable beating of her heart. Her breath was rough, nervous, and I heard a soft thump from the other side of the door. My own breath hitched in my throat. I waited.
"Mom," I mumbled, placing my hand on the wooden door. I heard the sharp inhale of her breath before the familiar click of the locks followed. I moved back an inch as the door was pried open and my mother's face appeared.
She had gotten older.
Her once richly colored hair had streaks of grey. Her face held a few more age lines around her eyes but was still beautiful. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding and my shoulders sagged.
"Izuku," Mom breathed softly while a gentle smile pulled at her lips. My heart squeezed. I had to reach out and brace my hand on the side of the house to keep myself on my feet. I was a horrible son.
I had neglected my own mother for so long and yet when I barge in unannounced, she welcomes me with a smile as if I had never left. A mother's love. Something I would never understand. I fought to keep myself together and looked back up at her face.
"Hi, mom," I whispered and was ushered into the house quickly. It happened fast and naturally and before I knew it I was seated on the sofa with a cut of hot peppermint tea being placed in my hands.
A wave of emotions crashed down over me and it took several minutes before I could find the words that I needed to speak. Mom was quiet and patient the entire time, as usual. She waited until I was calm, then urged me to drink my tea.
