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Bound By A Bond

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single, strong and instinctual alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a pretty, quiet omega to sit by their feet and entertain their every fancy.

It was preferred if such an omega was obedient beyond compare with enough beauty to be considered desirable and a nice set of wide hips that made pups far easier to bear. A good family name was also a large benefit. A common bitch just simply wouldn’t do, not for someone with a reputation to uphold.

Whether said alpha was kind or good looking wasn’t weighed nearly as heavily. After all, anything after a shred of human decency was considered more of an immense luxury for the poor omega than something naturally expected. As long as money, names and power were involved, a dainty, well-behaved omega was supposed to merely be seen and not heard.

It didn’t matter how far omegan rights had advanced, for those of the higher class, it was like a life sentence of homemaking and high expectations without bail.

A simple life of pup-bearing, pup-rearing, people-pleasing and entrapment was all that was demandingly expected. No job, no dreams, no extensive hobbies and a heavily restricted social life.

It was true that omegas of lower classes and little money had more freedom, but their lack of hinderance and excessive independence was extremely off-putting for an alpha who valued what others thought. Freedom is no more than a voided cheque of limited comfortability and few chances of financial sustainability for a future family.

It was a difficult trade-off for some.

While caste systems had long since been eliminated in Japanese society, yet remnants still clung heavily in every social crevice available - like a lingering scent tinging everything it touched.

Elopement was an escape from one predetermined hell into another burning chasm of Satan’s lair, so it was essentially just easier to accept the cards that had unfairly been dealt out in the rigged game of life. Love was displayed as a measly whimsy, a game the poor played to distract their hearts and heads from the gravity of poverty and to occupy their disadvantaged minds.

It was pliancy of temper, docility and steadiness of character that seemed to define a prospective omega, not their kindness nor their supposed feelings. Good breeding was the goal and families refused to allow that to be sullied – territorial of their name and coinciding status.

It was a way of life that Todoroki Shouto had long since become accustomed too.

At one point in time, Shouto had even been his abusive, upper-class father’s favourite. Yet the fall from grace had been harsher than anyone could have predicted, the burn encapsulating his left eye and the surrounding skin being evidence enough. His presentation as the thing his father despised the most, a lowly breeding tool of an omega, triggering every angry muscle to exert itself in domineering shame for his son.

Nothing about the tall teen with Heterochromia had ever hinted towards the surprise that was Shouto’s secondary gender. He had seemed to lean more towards the stigma of a silent alpha with abrasive tendencies, never overly soft or aggressive but strong enough to defend himself mentally and physically if the opportunity arose.

He hadn’t shied away from a fight and his handsomeness only seemed to develop as years passed by – caught between the prettiness that his snowflake of a mother provided and the rugged, perfectly dishevelled look of his offensive sire. He even started to sprout the beginnings of a well-kept beard in the freezing winters before his presentation. Before his father harshly shaved it off in an attempt to make his omega son more wanted.

Shouto was the youngest of four to Enji Todoroki and his quiet wife Rei Todoroki, his birth was nothing more than a desperate and final attempt at producing another alpha child. Enji’s only other successful child being his oldest Dabi, who had presented as the only other alpha amongst the pack of beta’s that was their brothers and sisters. Shouto was his father’s last chance at the dream of having two successful heirs to ascend his legacy and business – to help cover the supposed mistakes of his ‘useless’ omega birthing three beta children in between.

Yet in his despairing effort at fulfilling his pipe dream, the alpha businessman had easily made the biggest ‘failure’ of his loins.

Shouto Todoroki hadn’t Presented as the angry, commanding Alpha that his father wanted, and his damn prayed for (She could only take so much abuse for producing ‘undesirable’ Offspring after all). He hadn't even presented as the impartial and unbiased beta that is independent siblings were.

No. His presentation had arrived under the shroud of fire enveloping the teen in the darkness of his Gran bedroom at the far too young age of fourteen. Everything hurt and each bone ached for something that the young pup with too naive to know or understand. To be filled and bred with a child, when he was nothing more than a pup himself.

The freshly presented teen had only ever been raised with his father's goals in mind, taught that omegas were secondary class who deserved the mass amount of abuse that society sent them. So, as the first whiff of his sickly scent caught on his flared nostrils, Shouto cringed a shame bubbled instinctively in his overheating gut. None of this was as it was supposed to be. It meant everything in his life is going to change.

No longer with the determined and hardworking boy allowed to fleetingly fantasise on anything other than being swept off his feet by alpha, who almost certainly did not have his best interest at heart. His father expressing from the moment that Shouto presented, that he would make the Omega useful to the family in one way or another.

Ultimately indicating that his father, his flesh and blood, had very little time or interest in his youngest child in lesson involved marry him off to the highest bidder with the best name. Todoroki Shouto compiled into just be glad that despite being unable to pick his future, let alone a husband, his father was excessively picky over who would sire his grandchildren.

It wasn't the life Shouto had ever wanted, yet it loomed over him daily. Reminding him of its presence with every gentle scent of sweetness from his maturing body that was not bitterness or burning. It was his own historical story written by his hand, with his destiny seemingly set in stone when fate freely allowed auto correct to meddle with the word ‘Alpha’. Life still biting at his heels as its pre-contract plans to be hard left turn down the road he hadn't even seen when he predicted his own life.

“Are you even listening to me, Shouto? Shouto! I’m talking to you!” the devil’s voice, firm and unreasonable, managed to penetrate the boy’s desperate thoughts. Jolting himself awake and out of his daze to travel pass the static of ‘what could be’’ and ‘what ifs’ of his mental radio and turning into the commanding baritone voice of his father scolding him for yet another supposed blunder he had succumbed to making.

“Not in the damn slightest.” He drawled aimlessly in reply, forcing himself to return his gaze to the hulking form of a man that was his sire droning on about Shouto’s future or something equally unchangeable – that was probably the only time he ever acknowledged his youngest son’s presence. Plus, when he needed a personal punching bag to abuse.

Enji Todoroki, dressed in his typical uniform of expensive business suit that was somehow stiffer than himself, growling through a half-parted scowl. “Drop the fucking attitude brat. This whole fucking thing is for you, so start showing some damn appreciation.”

“Oh yes. This is entirely for me.” Scoffed Shouto sarcastically. “It isn’t like your benefitting from this in the slightest.”

“Benefitting? You have been nothing but a hindrance and a disappointment since your presentation!” screamed the alpha, banging his fist on his large oak desk as he sat across from his only omega son. The walls of Enji’s home office bare except for his own hung diploma’s and a single, lone, framed photo of his pride and joy, Dabi with his lanky arm slung across his father’s broad, tree-trunk shoulders. The only child that the harsh man held any pride. “You’ve been nothing but a damn thorn in my side who chose to challenge me on every occasion you can. The most that I will ever physically get out of your betrothal is some peace Shouto and if you behave as you should, then potentially some grandchildren.”

Shouto had learnt years ago that continuing an argument further would only result in unnecessary pain that was just a hindrance for everybody involved. He only has so many opportunities to exercise his sarcasm. It was just better to allow his sire to run his mouth and swing his fists until he hit something, or his words stuck until eventually, the Todoroki son could escape for his room.

“Whatever. I’m just assuming that you’ve found another alpha whose father owns some company, probably somewhere foreign where you want to expand, which you undoubtedly want to acquire through less than sanitary means. You just want to use me as some random pawn piece in a game you don’t know how to play. So, I am simply thrilled to meet the next poor unfortunate soul and attend the boring date you’ve undoubtedly set up.”

He heard the bang of his father’s fists hitting the thick, oaky wood of his desk again before his body connected with his brain and recognised what was going on. His physique already betraying him and releasing copious amounts of fear pheromones into the air -shutting himself up instantly. “ENOUGH! You’re an omega – a soon to be married one at that. Behave and shut up.”

Only one phrase piqued Shouto’s interest as Enji continued to raise his voice. Soon to be married? That was a new addition to the long list of colourful adjectives and descriptive terms his father used to describe him. The line made every inch of his skin crawl – caught somewhere between unpleasantly intrigued and downright terrified of what said advancement entailed. Up until now, his father had only been making meetings where he was expected to act perfectly as his father surveyed whether a potential suitor and their extended family would be beneficial.

When did his father make the jump for him from available and actively searching to a promised engagement for the moment his 18th birthday finally rolled around? It had all seemed so far away just a month prior. Talk that no-one seemed to be able to match so the teen had just assumed was nothing, but tall tales spun out of his father’s desires.

Shouto could attest that he had been revelling in his family’s clear pickiness and inability to decide. Not having to fulfil an outdated role of a house omega who was only useful to warm a strangers bed, produce their disgusting pups and stand aside and happily allow themselves to be abused. Despite his singledom being highly monitored and restricted, it was the absence of a wedding band around his finger that give him the taste of preciousness freedom. He didn’t want the jig to end just yet, being single was perhaps the only thing from forcing himself to rip every strand of his dual-coloured hair from his scalp.

“Soon to be married?” His voice becoming course as it caught in the rings of his throat, trying to choke to the sentiment before it could breach into the air. Mentally, he loitered over the idea of potentially throwing out another sarcastic retort in the form of a ‘Not the last time I checked’ or the classic ‘I think you have that wrong’. Only his voice box couldn’t even fathom to form those words, his father never threw out pieces of information in jest and the rug that was snugly sturdy underneath him had just been harshly tugged away. The safety breaks of his defector liberty quickly retracted in for little words.

“Y-you found s-someone?”

“Yes.” Crisp, clear and damming in its preciseness.

“An Alpha. Obviously.” Enji ran his gaze over his son, internally monitoring and evaluating Shouto’s newly obtained stutter. “He is the stepson of my biggest competitor. The idiot had no pups himself, so this boy is the only successor to his unmanaged mess of a company that he parades around. He doesn’t come without risk though.”

The red- and white-haired teen could feel the stomach acid start to slowly rise like bile in his already clogged throat. His own body starting to violently react to even the potential prospect of a permanent proposal.

“He isn't technically the idiot pup and his Dam is barely worth a dime. She's fat and old with a barren womb. But at least she can produce a fucking alpha,” His father did not attempt to hide his disdain for his wives inability to birth another appropriate child. Perhaps he would have preferred Rei to be as childless as Shouto’s future mother-in-law, but he wasn’t fortunate enough regardless. “He is undoubtedly a risk. Yagi’s company is worth well within the billions and he plans to allow this uncultured woman’s son to inherit it all. Managed to raise a semi-decent child though, though they brag constantly. Some damn rags to riches, Cinderella-type story for Inko. You’ll be comfortable if all my plans go correctly, Toshinori has a ridiculously large soft spot for this child even though they don’t share a single drop of blood.”

Shouto so badly wanted to comment about how his father held no soft spot for him and they shared at least half of their DNA and the same blood type. Arguing with a person with no working logic was never a winning battle and he was far too preoccupied dealing with his alleged future Alpha and what that entailed.

“H-his name? W-what’s his name?” Shouto stuttered. Every ill-conceived plan his father had ever orchestrated concerning his youngest sons marriage, hadn’t ever quite reached the level of grandeur that was his child marrying into the family of the Todoroki’s business rival. It was as if Shouto’s blood could spare him no mercy, not even a choice in the matter. Choosing his mate with no restrictions would have been his fate if he simply followed his fathers designated planned had he just presented as an alpha; As if that was entirely his choice to make and not some freak accident of nature.

“He shares too much with his damn for Yagi to even pretend that he is his son, so he kept his father’s name when his dam married. Timider than a field mouse caught in the vice of a rattlesnake.

His Sire was absent too before he died in some freak mining accident overseas – probably the reason this kid has no backbone. He’s the perfect example of why pups need an alpha and an omega to raise them, provides stability and role models for how they should act after they present. It makes me question where you went so wrong Shouto, to be so disobedient when you should be grateful.”

His father had always spouted antihate towards same presented couples and the thousands of single dams forced to raise their pups on their own. So, it shouldn’t have surprised Shouto that his father had managed to worm the topic into the conversation.

“Has the looks of his father though. The dead one, not Yagi.” That was Enji’s dismissive way of saying the unimportant one. “Except for that unruly green mop of hair on his head – that is his caste hoping mother through and through.”

“I asked for his name. Not his family history,” A frustrated Shouto reiterated. “ You’re shipping me off to be married to a complete stranger. The least you could do is have the decency to answer my questions and tell me his name.”

Enji ran his sensitive tongue over the perfectly smooth surface of his overly veneered teeth in anger. He could only lecture his son so much with no results before the CEO of the Endeavour company allowed his resentment for Shouto to bubble expressively to the surface. “Omegas and their damn emotions. It would do you, good boy, to learn how to calm yourself – no one wants a high maintenance bitch.”

A hearty growl and the urge to bear his much smaller canines at his father rose through the younger man’s chest like a rapidly spreading wild-fire – heating every limb he had with anger as his anger rose for the occasion. It would be a fruitless fight if he was to initiate it, to raise his decibels from barely audible to a challenging tone. Instead, the omega let the prideful rumble die a slow painful death in his chest; taking painful stabs and jabs at Shouto’s self-esteem along the way.

His father just assumed his son’s silence as a submissive, unspoken apology that the omega couldn’t muster due to embarrassment from his alleged ‘outburst of emotion’. A potential plea for forgiveness because Shouto’s anxiousness had infiltrated and overridden his behavioural programming. It was just easier for Enji to blame everything on Shouto being an omega.

“You are forgiven Shouto,” The teen was in no way apologetic. It was natural to object to an arranged marriage. An outburst such as his was mild in comparison to how a person without his stature would have reacted to the news. Yet, he was of his social standing and he was expected to have a composure unachievable to those without training. So, Shouto forced himself to suppress the incessant urge to spit in his own sire’s face. “You’re nervous. I understand, your poor brain must be flitting around. Becoming a wife must be such a daunting endeavour for you.”

Shouto wished he could say that the alpha’s voice was dripping with sarcasm however he could instinctually tell that his father was just patronising his second gender and asserting his theoretical superiority. Enji genuinely believed that the only things occupying an omega’s brain that could be stressful was what dress they were going to wear, the flower arrangements and whether their husband had intentions to beat them.

“His name is Mirdoriya Izuku.” Enji had decided that the majority of the conversation was over – dropping his head to continue signing the copious and suspicious amounts of paperwork littering his desk. Not affording his child the courtesy of eye contact. But the patriarch of the Todoroki clan had never been renowned for his courteousness. “You’ve met him once or twice at a soiree here or there. He wasn’t anything exciting to stare at back then, but I dare say he has grown into his more ‘prominent’ features. You wouldn’t be producing any ugly pups with him by any means if that’s your worry.”

That was not his worry in the slightest. His worry was more pointed towards the fact that an obnoxiously large, diamond ring (worth something crazy ridiculous if his father had any say in the matter and he typically did) would soon rest upon one of his fingers. A life-size promise of marriage and tortured capture in a gilded cage for the rest of his foreseeable future.

It could be hard to decipher the monotonous notes of Shouto’s deep voice but as Enji allowed another ignorant, conceited and oblivious comment spew from his hateful lips, it was clear that Shotuo’s spitting of words was livid. “That wasn’t what I was worried about.”

“You are almost 18 Shouto. Two months away.” The idea of his father remembering his birthday was a foreign concept to the omega. Yet considering it was the date that Enji could potentially be rid of his youngest ‘mistake’, it didn’t strike as close to home for the dual coloured haired boy. “You are approaching your prime. No one wants an old spinster for an omega, you need to remember that. Just be grateful I have such qualified connections to make this process easier. Marriage is important – the most important day of your life. Young is better than never.”

Shouto Todoroki could and would continuously attest that he would have much preferred the option of never over young. It was just a shame that no one seemed to acknowledge his opinions or desires.

Alphas just always seemed to top Omegas. Sexually or otherwise.

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“I can’t stand these stupid things,” muttered Todoroki underneath his heavily hushed breath. Allowing a weighty sigh to perforate his lips and brazenly sneak into the buzzing air of the surrounding open space crowded with people. 

The prized omega, who was actively spending his time awkwardly shifting his minuscule weight from well-dressed foot to foot, continued to stand abrasively to the side of the party that his father pressured him to attend while vigorously voicing his immense displeasure. It was supposed to be an ‘intimate affair’ if he was ever inclined to believe his sire and the head of the Yaoyorozu. Though he didn’t consider the sheer number of bodies pushing past him, craftily caressing him with a feign of innocence plastered on their faces as they funnelled into the party through the grand hallway Shouto chose to inhabit.

Honestly, in hindsight, he should have known. In his obligatory social circles, intimate was just a word tossed around for little more than a laugh and a secret signal of inclusivity about a hierarchy of rich socialites that held no meaning to the average hard-working individual. After all, no regular person would have the audacity or the gall to call champagne infused gathering with a minimum attendance rate of 100-200, ‘small’, ‘private’ or beneficial for the building of meaningful friendships.

Shouto also wouldn’t deny that his status and freshly ripe scent gland was desired by the horny, young heirs of business mongrels, hungry for the chance to quickly scale the limiting entrapment of their rung on the social ladder. If the aggressive, unwarranted and unsought, illicit touching was to go by.

“I hate being here. So much stupid groping… so many stupid people.”

“Well suck it up, princess.” There was distinct malice and a hint of zestful detestation behind the words that his eldest brother spat at him discreetly from beside him into his ear. Touya’s irately crossed arms, strictly stiff stance and his violent undertone, was the proper inheritor’s half-hearted attempt to not alert the passing hordes of their father’s colleagues of the starting tension between the brothers. “These people are more important then you’ll ever be Shouto.”

Touya held strong, virile emotions against the only male omega of the Todoroki line, going so far as to actively display his disdain for the omega and everything he entailed, in a public forum – even with his hushed tones.

The brazened redhead of the family had long since been poisoned by the communal well of hateful and spiteful views that was Enji Todoroki. The crass, ultraconservative and traditionalistic viewpoints of the anti-progressive figurehead trickling into the mental ethics of everyone surrounding his young omega son – callously allowing Touya to lazily stretch his wings and to continually develop his hatred for the minoritized second gender.

“None of us actually want to be here Shouto. We are here because we have to be, to keep family, friends and business partners happy. Stop being so selfish.” Touya snapped, quickly turning his head to force a stare down of dominance. 

The younger teen, swiftly jerking his neck to shoot the taller, dark-haired, alpha the harshest death glare he could physically muster – placing his strongest foot forward in an attempt to claim some victory in the unwinnable battle for authority.

 “I’m not a fucking princess.” 

People filtered around the pair of boys who were caught in their stalemate, with both of their backs pressed firmly, straight against the walls of a person’s disgustingly garish foyer. Thick waves of tension crashing capaciously into the shrouded intimate air that surrounded the brothers like an almost impenetrable bubble – minus the excessively assaulting fondles and perfidious, almost molesting touches.

“Then stop acting like one.” Touya’s alpha voice rung strong and prosaic in the stagnant and overcrowded air which hung hotly in the air like the heavy summer night it was. “Father has to secure a deal with another company tonight – which he has to be here to do. Just be pleased he let you out of the house. Maybe you can go and find yourself a husband who can knock some sense into you or at least knock you up. Hopefully, someone who can deal with all of your bullshit, that way this family doesn’t have to.”

“Well aren’t you charming Touya. I’m positive that every omega at this party is just dripping wet even imagining the opportunity to impress you. I bet that you have them lined around the block, just begging to get an eyeful of what’s underneath your ostentatious suit.” Sarcasm dripped from every witty retort aimed at the superfluous alpha. His brother quipped in with a quick response about how ‘he was quite a catch’ before Shouto silenced any other pompously aggressive response that could leave his brothers mouth by deflecting the attention. “Besides, haven’t you heard? I’m already engaged according to our ‘dear old dad’ over there. No point in me trying to get a second alpha who will undoubtedly make me equally unhappy.”

“In that case, extend my condolences to the poor man of an alpha whose life will be ruined because they’re stuck with you.”

The abusive and defensive back and forth was merely read as ‘brotherly banter’ with more of an edge. The room of drunk socialisers was far too invested in their overflowing flutes of extravagant alcohol to notice the intense hostility lingering in the air between the two. 

“The feelings are fucking mutual Touya. My sympathies extend to the poor omega who’s going to be trapped into marriage with you and forced to cater to every masochistic and abusive whim you fancy.”

Small growls, unnoticeable to those not paying close attention to the pair (which no one seemed to), were swapped in an equal show of resistance at the hurtful comments they had slung at each other.

“It would do you so much better to just submit like you were born to do. It’s a real shame that you don’t have enough brain cells to figure that out for yourself. Then again, I can’t say I have ever met a smart omega.” Snarls and snips weren’t enough to display Shouto’s continuously evolving anger as his older brother extended a single digit to push the omegas chest. “Just go and occupy yourself with something shiny and leave me alone. Better yet, go and bitch to your new husband.”

The red-haired alpha’s closed mouth smirk emitted toxic amounts of cockiness and pettiness as his face revealed Touya’s internal thoughts of victory and dominance over his younger kin. Only aggravating Shouto tenfold. His brother did not need to continue his verbal tirade of beratement, the young man with solidly crimson locks had already pressed every sensitive button the omega had.

“You and I, Shouto, we are on different levels.”

The new onslaught of acidic insults started to spew haphazardly from the incited alpha – strewn across the room in an unsystematic verbal assault against his blood.

“I will always be better than you. Always. You couldn’t even follow one simple plan. Just one. The only reason that you were even born was to be a goddamn alpha! You failed. One fucking thing and you failed. It’s obvious why they’re trying to marry you off even before you’re legal. You’re nothing but a failure. You couldn’t be an alpha, you’re an even worse omega and you are easily the biggest disappointment I have ever had to lay my eyes on.”

Shouto was a smart boy. It was easily one of his most admirable qualities that would be less overlooked by everyone had he presented as an alpha. So, he knew that Touya’s anger stemmed from his abundant lack of life options, inadvertently caused by the birth and consequential omeganess of his youngest sibling.

Touya, inherently by default, was the sole future inheritor of Enji’s company following the ‘Alpha First’ laws. Each sibling had failed him. Beta, another beta and the worst of all, an omega. Shouto was the Todoroki’s last chance of success – Touya’s last chance of any ounce freedom. The minute Shouto’s certificate of presentation was stamped with a giant ‘O’, was the final minute that the heavy saddlebags of pressure, expectations and a new, unique form of unrelatable oppression were chaotically strewn across Touya’s young flank.

Crackles of defensiveness jolted rapidly to life like a freshly ignited fire inside of his deflating chest and self-justifying ego. An expressive rant on his lack of purpose was essentially a daily occurrence for the heterochromatic, homosexual teen and while the repetitiveness slightly dulled the pain of the vicious words – the verbal knives that were eagerly aimed in his direction, still stung at his sensitive soul.

His tear ducts had long since shrivelled up due to under usage, barren and dry like an abandoned bone since scalding water from a freshly boiled kettle splashed against his vulnerable, pink face. So Shouto had no reason to hold back tears that were never going to fall.

The omega’s fist balled involuntarily at his side, while his sharp canines started to grind against one another. The drawn-out noise of the flat surfaces of his pearly white teeth grating against each other felt violently loud in his pounding head.

The youngest Todoroki’s breathing, already laboured and struggling more so than from the constricting corset embedded into the obnoxiously tight fabric of his suit, was becoming increasingly harder to control as he forced himself to try and remain calm. Yet his body seemed to be connected to an entirely different brain. Each foot starting to move towards his brother with a newly injected desire to enact some form of revenge and justice.

Well, they were.

“What do you think you’re doing Shouto?”

Enji always had a booming voice that seemed to reverberate around empty rooms with exaggerated pride. Most likely to compensate ford for how he was unnaturally able to draw attention to himself when he wished or when his competitors were present. Society seemed to prefer others over Enji, much like the man’s children.

‘Beating up your prized heir’ or ‘preparing to castrate a pig-headed alpha’ somehow seemed like inappropriate responses to give his father’s domineering demand. So Shouto stuck with the very eloquent and simple.

“Nothing now that you’re here. Why?” The figurehead of the Todoroki’s shot his youngest child a menacing look of warning. In Enji’s mind, his golden child (Touya) was firmly seated in a placating golden cage above his other siblings. Any interaction that their father allowed any of them to have between each other after Shouto’s failure of a presentation was a privilege that should be cherished. His successor had duties of far higher importance than maintaining and forming relationships with his ‘things’ of siblings – any chance interaction was classified as a charitable luxury.

“Because I have far more important things to do than to make sure that you aren’t embarrassing me or harassing your brother, Shouto. Tonight is extremely important and neither your brother, your mother or I have the time to entertain you.” It was utterly useless to attempt and correct him on who started and continued to exhort the abusive conversation. Enji was immune against any fact that shed his eldest pup in unsavoury limelight and Shouto had bitterly come to terms with continuously being blamed for each passing situation, a long time ago. “So, get here now. We have places to be. Your mother mentioned that Yagi and his runt of stepson have made an appearance tonight. The sooner we find them, the faster I can make you their problem and not mine.”

His father consistently possessed an abundance of nasty habits. He had enough that the mere number was incomprehensible but the overly tight way he would belligerently grip his son in a blood restricting manner as he essentially dragged him along whichever dire social event Shouto had to deal with.

Enji, in reality, hadn’t the foggiest clue where his son’s elusive fiancée and his company’s biggest competitor had situated themselves to socialise. The only morsel knowledge that he had was that the pair were buzzing around like a kaleidoscope of fluttering, communal butterflies in the grand house that was thoroughly occupied by a party.

Although, Shouto didn’t truly know who to look for either. He tended to avoid any outing from his bedroom and the comfortable nest of salvage he had built inside the house of abusive horrors he lived in when it involved socialising with his blood relatives and the people, they decided to consider their ‘closest friends’. The only photo he had seen of his betrothed was a cacophony of blurry pixels solely focused on the crazy strands of Izuku’s vibrant verdant tuffs and the spluttering clusters of dark freckles settled on ivory skin.

So essentially, the eldest Todoroki was aimlessly dragging his son around, searching every room for the elusive couple. Flittering between the hallway where Shouto and Touya had prepared for an aggravated assault against each other and the obsessively large dining room where the majority of the party guests had assimilated.

“If you try and fight your brother once more Shouto, so help me, I will make sure that the rest of your life here will be miserable. Behave.” Growled Enji through gritted, exposed fangs as he stared down his son – still weaving his way through the messy crowd and gripping his son’s arm. “It shouldn’t surprise me. You get it from the disobedient mother of yours. We should have just neutered her while she was ahead. A sterile bitch is better than a whore who can only birth disappointments.”

The boy with the heterochromatic eyes and hair felt as though he had been forced to flip straight from a recently greased, oily frying pan of sleaze that was his older brother and the fresh, cremating char of a fire that encapsulated his relationship with his father. A rumble beckoned from deep within the teen’s throat as a resenting defence against his father’s continuous onslaught of negative remarks. The growl threatening to spill from his plump lips.

“I swear to god-“

Shotuo’s voice caught in between the teen’s lung as the flash of green passed through the corner of his eye, distracting the omega from his verbalising his response. There walked Midoriya Izuku in all of his awkwardness and socially anxious glory.

The seventeen-year-old omega hated to admit it, but his father had been right on one occasion (and solely one); Midoriya Izuku, the alpha he was set to marry, wasn’t unattractive. Quite the opposite.

The other teen wasn’t overly tall, maybe a head taller than Shouto and his limbs were certainly not lanky or ill-fitting to his body. His hair resembled more of an unkempt bird’s nest composed of leaves in every hue of green, then the dirty mop his father had compared it to. It was far livelier and inviting than that. Like a beacon shining brightly, blinding anyone who came close – the young Todoroki included.

Every muscle along his fully articulated body possessed a reasonable layer of toned and defined muscle, proving he was strong enough to protect himself and others without crossing over the border and bulking himself up in a Peacock display of cockiness.

Midoriya may have been classed as a babyface by other alphas because of his expressive chubby cheeks that glowed a rosy sheen but Shouto could see further than that. Each rouge infused patch was accented by heavily defined cheekbones and dusted with a fresh sprinkling of faint freckles across his porcelain skin. A set of symmetrical dimples seemed perfectly etched alongside his obnoxiously positive and wide toothy grin. Todoroki knew that only Midoriya could pull off the look of a hulking, anxious nerd while still having omega's lined around the block with weak knees and quivering lips.

And he had only known the man for a minute. Seen him for less than time than he had even known of his name as Shouto watched patiently from across a crowded hall, to mesmerised by the genuine smile the boy exuded to even have the thought of alerting the father of his discovery, whizz through his brain.

The boy had no facial hair either they are mega couldn't decipher if it was entirely natural or if the Alpha shaved it to play into the geeky aesthetic that he flashed.

Midoriya’s fuller frame was only accented by the obviously designer well-tailored charcoal suit he flashed; hugging his frame like an obsessed schoolgirl with an overbearing crush. A gift from that rich stepfather of his. Shouto was even tempted to send Yagi a thank you card himself comma for providing his step song with a suit that accentuating the slight plumpness of the alphas ass and gave Todoroki a distinct distraction from Izuku’s annoyingly pretty face. That didn’t sway the omega’s entire opinion though.

Midoriya Izuku was still just a knot bearing alpha whose guardian had done nothing more than placed the highest bid for Shouto’s head, hand and the body that was attached as a pretty little gift for their pretend son. Toshinori probably too sick to even recognise the distinction between a blood-related pup and the adopted one he cared for – the variance between the evilness of arranged marriages and the goodness of an untainted heart that is only sullied by the world of dynamics.

He would be a sex-obsessed and demanding. He would be less of a Prince Charming and more of a new capital that would undoubtedly try to force him into breeding. To place a pub in his room without his consent and constantly demanding more than a fully willing or capable omega could provide. Not that Shouto was a willing or pliable, submissive omega anyhow.

A pretty face couldn’t distract him from that. Not the pretty cheeks that were shaped like ripe apples ready to fall into an orchard or the melodious yet hearty laugh that filled Shouto’s ears like an unheard song that struck every chord the young boy could have sworn he had never heard. Midoriya’s eyes with that green gaze that seemed to dwell intently on every soul he bore eyes on or that strong voice which resonated like a ringing bell across the hall was an unexpected lullaby that chimed every note of sweetness the Todoroki hadn’t prepared for. It was all a distraction.

One that Shouto couldn’t afford.

He needed, desperately, for Midoriya to be that cruel, outwardly hating and malevolent Alpha who possessed nothing but malicious intents. He had to be. Izuku had to be hateful and mean, he couldn’t have even a single bone of care for Shouto and his dynamic somewhere in that defined body of his. If he did?

Then Shouto would never be able to give a reason as to the bottled-up hatred he had harvested for years in his soul. The same swirling black mist of fogginess and aggression he saved and had left pent up inside every separated fracture of his disjointed brain – the deep-rooted cause of every slowly dripping tar that was his absolute distaste for the pain Alpha’s reaped. If Midoriya was anything but the pinnacle example of every sleep paralysis manifestation and drunken grope that he had endured in his short lifespan, then Shouto was the liar. Then Shouto’s entire façade and pessimistically drunken views on the world were nothing but a cornucopia of rats and lying demonic hybrids that he had fed himself willingly and credulously for years on end.

Midoriya Izuku had to be hiding the world’s greatest and most astronomically disingenuous Alpha under that bright smile and happy grin or else Shouto was wrong. And Shouto didn’t know if any part of his body could bear to be wrong.

Chapter Text

“Enji, it’s always an absolute pleasure to see you. With that beautiful son of yours no less. I didn’t know if your family would do us the honour of attending tonight’s get together.” 

Yagi Toshinori, unlike his stepson, had very clearly seen better days. Something that each person fluttering around the ballroom had noticed in the short span they had come into contact with the notarised businessman who appeared to skinny to be anything but an undug corpse looking for his shallow grave. The older alpha’s eyes were so heavy and deeply sunken into his gaunt skull, with large blackening bags plaguing his under eyes, that the notoriously famous man resembled his previous self, less and less. Favouring the aesthetic of a starving, blonde racoon or a man who had yet to receive a single decent night's rest for at least a few years.

He was absurdly skinny, with his tiny frame deceitfully hinting at a non-existent eating disorder involving vomit or a limited diet – a complete reversal of the overly bulky and ridiculously muscled frame that Yagi had held in his prime and had every other idolising alpha across state lines, fawning after. Everyone in the elite circles knew of the frail alpha’s worsening and debilitating disease that had slowly sapped each seed of life out of the man's frame and deteriorated Toshinori’s tank body with bombs of cancerous cells. 

Yet the acknowledgement did not stop anyone from shivering at the haunting way his body had been stripped of life. Fibre by fibre. The terminal illness being thrown around in impulsive, slanderous whispers amongst the large crows of excessively rich snobs as the real origin and incessantly rapid motivator for the alpha’s hasty marriage to the beautifully tubby, widow of an omega that Inko was.

“I rarely ever miss one Yagi. It’s in my best interest to be here After all. Besides, it’s convincing this overgrown pup,” A single, large calloused hand that Shouto assumed belonged to his nagging father who was fabricating a story, roughly clapped his shoulder unexpectedly. Causing the poor omega teen to flinch as a rapid reaction. “To even consider the possibility of leaving his nest. You and I both know that it can be a challenge. Any longer in that huddled mess of blankets and I would have ridden him as having a social deficiency.”

The exchange of words between the pair of alphas was expectedly stiff. Enji Todoroki’s lies carelessly wafting in the air like a pungent smoke unable to be irrigated with the undiscovered truth. The dominant off-putting Aura of strained pleasantness ingrained with heavy tension only fuelling the engulfing, sticky unease.

Not that anything else should have been expected. It was only around the watch full limelight and overly bright illuminations of Camera shutters closing and flashing, did the head of the Endeavour company (the 2nd largest personal security and bodyguard business in Japan) actively try to hide his immense distaste for his largest competitor.

With successful branches spread across Asia and as far as North America, PLUS-ULTRA (Yagi Toshinori’s powerhouse of a company that had skyrocketed onto every high-ended business list a magazine could offer), outnumbered and outgrew the limited confines of Enji’s company by miles. The air between them was so thick with bitter hostility and a large but unrecognised tinge of jealousy emanating from the red-headed antagonist, that Shouto could have halved it with a knife. Or at least stabbed himself so he wouldn’t be forced to be situated in the same room as them.

“And what about your stepson Yagi? I have yet to see him make another appearance since he was at least fifteen. That has to be a few years by now.” The head Todoroki noted, oblivious to the green-haired teen that long since resided by the wall, a mere few feet away.

In Shouto’s mismatched eyes, the other teen was hard to miss. The omega had genuinely only caught sight of a single grainy, blurry photo of his betrothed on his father all too grand desk. Yet, the flames of desire and resentment had seared the other boys face deep into his cerebral cortex. Midoriya was just languidly observing from his perch on the side of the obsessively ambitious foyer, fiddling absent-mindedly with an obscenely ornate black box. His eyes unfocused from the shitshow of a situation that Shouto’s father had essentially dragged him into without his physical presence required. Though the teen didn’t need it to be nervous.

Izuku was displaying anxiousness in every limb, from the twitching fingers to the questioningly slumped shoulders that forced his frame to fold in half. Hiding the gorgeousness of his healthy frame amongst the ticks and twitches of restlessness.

“After a certain age and with his previous situation, it would have been more wrong for you to have seen Izuku wandering a party without a chaperone. I assumed you would understand that better than anyone else here. It’s all a part of being an adept parent for wistful teens with big dreams in this rigorous world.” If Enji did anything but nod then he would have undoubtedly offended his competitor with his blatant disrespect that he had barely hidden over the short time that their long-winded conversation and aggressive punting of backhanded comments, had survived for. “Midoriya?”

Hearing the call of attendance and the sound of his uncommon name from the shorter, gauntly figure that was his stepfather, the teen alpha perked his head and allowed an overly goofy grin to span from ear to ear. His deep forest green eyes that reflected pools of unnaturally kind honesty to any person who dared to stare into them, was immediately drawn into a battle of connection with the dual coloured pair of fire and ice that were Shouto Todoroki’s.

With his fluffy mop of densely, dark green hair and that adorably befuddled expression, the young Izuku reminded the omega more so of a golden retriever that he had once relentlessly begged his father for, than the buff and tall alpha suitor that he was supposed to impose upon introduction. The echoing of his first name made the teen accidentally jolt his treasured gift into the buzzing air of the party, only catching it by flailing his hands desperately and tossing the box quickly between his left and right hands – similar to a hot potato.

The greenette had an almost intangible and unnoticeable skip in his step that anyone but the youngest Todoroki, would have allowed to pass by unnoticed as he hesitantly approached the awaiting group of men. Izuku’s hands, including the now caught box and all, were placed in an almost military-like stance stiffly behind his back as he stationed himself next to his stepfather.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Come. Meet the Todorokis. It’s your chance to finally meet Shouto. They both decided to come tonight, young Midoriya.” The frail, bony hand of the now smaller man (who had unironically competed in Alpha ‘pageants’ such as Mr Universe before his rise to fame in the business world), laid a hand to ruffle the boisterous tufts of untameable, shamrock coloured hair.

As soon as the distance had closed between the two boys, a scarred, calloused, alpha-sized hand was shoved enthusiastically into Shouto’s bubble of space – not that anyone had truly respected that set boundary before though.

 The imposing digits were connected to one of those buff freckly, arms that the omega had taken the time to notice earlier and solely to keep the peace and avoid his father’s randomly unhinged wrath, the smaller Todoroki extended a single, smaller and daintily manicured palm to quickly force shared contact with a single, firm shake.

“H-hello!” Stuttered the alpha before clearing his throat loudly and gutturally. The other boy was nervous if the freshly rosy rouge on his sun-kissed cheeks were anything to go by. “I’m Midoriya Izuku. Thank you for being here tonight!”

Shouto’s face, betrayed him, remaining harsh and unnerving in his unmoving stance until he felt an Equally stiff elbow crash responsibly into aside hyphen out of sight from the pear and hard enough to warrant the small ‘oof’ that left Shouto’s unexpecting chest that felt tighter with each passing second stuck in his pre-chosen fiancée’s presence and through his mouth.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Midoriya.” The new smile that had snuck it’s way onto his face in a forced manner of controlling certainly didn't reach his eyes. Barely even managing to impress and win over his father to believe that he had exuded the bare minimum amount of effort necessary to appease him. Yet, it was enough to get Izuku’s metaphorical tail wagging again and that’s all he needed to care about.

The teen alpha’s hair bobbling bashfully as the overly large and obscenely happy grin expanded on his face and onto his pink, flushed cheeks. Shouto didn't even realise that a person could get so ecstatic from a single, claustrophobic hand collision. Both sets of their hands falling by their sides after the awkward contact.

“N-No. The pleasure is all mine! Genuinely. I-I’m so sorry. Please pardon my excitement. It's just that I've been trying to meet you for weeks.” The Alpha received his intervention to his words, not dissimilar to Shouto’s, as his skeleton of a stepfather gained his attention through two empty, breathless coughs that seemed to exude far too much energy for what they sounded like. Midoriya’s enthusiasm was at least an explanation as to why Enji had been incessantly pressuring and pestering his youngest child to attend more chaperoned social events in the recent months – despite every callous attempt being unsuccessful to the highest degree. “Oh… I-I’m sorry. I swear I’m not trying to pressure you in the slightest or to guilt you. Your father has explained to us how unwell you’ve been in the past couple of months. I have just been so excited.”

Yes. Unwell .” Growled Todoroki through almost squinted eyes aimed at his father, and a constant tinge of unsureness exploiting itself in his tone. The new anger welling in his chest towards Enji. “ Absolutely. I have been nest ridden for most of the last couple of months.”

Yagi was quick to try and ease the erratically rising tension between the father and son duo. “Your father mentioned extreme heat sickness with lasting side effects. I can’t imagine how painful that would have been. We are extremely glad that you are feeling better Shouto.”

Shouto swore that when the Todoroki clan returned to their cold and expansive mansion, he would sneak his way into the kitchen and stab his father in each scent gland with the dullest kitchen blade he could find. Even then, his father wouldn’t experience the same amount of internal suffering and anguish he had just periled through to uphold his father’s shitty lies.

Although, thinking about torture methods did arise the idea of providing Enji with his burn scar in the most satisfying mirror revenge his brain could concoct.

“Perhaps we should leave them to get to know each other and let them enjoy the party. We can go talk business elsewhere. Don’t you agree, Enji?”

“We can talk about business here.” The eldest Todoroki’s tone was direct, constraining the conversation. “Shouto tends to become unfavourably unruly and short after he is ill, I would prefer to stay. A chaperone would certainly be the only idea I am agreeing upon.”

Toshinori was not an idiot and he was far from a pushover. He may have lost a couple of inches of this height, and mass off of his muscles as his health declined but all of his high functioning brain cells were extremely active and refused to be fooled by the eldest Todoroki’s games. So, Enji’s Deflection to try and monitor his testy and argumentative son's behaviour was immediately seen through.

“Well, perhaps spending his first bout of quality bonding time with his future fiancé will help brighten his mood cool stuff. You and I both know, that teens tend to feel more ‘unruly ’ the longer they are in their parent’s line of sight. Maybe, just spending some time with Midoriya will help both of them with evening out those raging teen hormones, and all of that wonderful stuff.”

Yagi, thus far, had only stated facts to the bull of an Alpha standing opposite to him - a charismatic Cheshire cat smile spread sportingly on his face. Though Shouto couldn't pinpoint if the man was assisting his stepson or his potential future son-in-law. “Unless you feel that my son is unworthy of even having a conversation with yours. If that's the case then perhaps, I need to consider if this is a realistic pairing or not.“

It was a dirty move on Yagi’s part, to get the upper hand, using logic and Enji’s own greedy desire to be rid of his son, against him. Yet, it was undoubtedly effective. Shouto could have sworn that his father stiffened and angrily bit the inner lining of his cheek to control himself as the self-evidently, physically weaker Alpha efficiently undermined him. It was almost as easy for Yagi to do so it was to spot an absurdly drunk person making regrettable decisions, at this party. Yagi had just become a number one hero in a Shouto’s eyes.

“Of course, I don't feel that way!” It was Enji’s turn to feign assertive obliviousness  

“Wonderful,” one of Toshinori’s malnourished, bony hand gave a surprisingly firm pat on Midoriya’s unsuspecting back. the black comma intricate box comma the size of an average brick was jostling backwards and forwards in the nervous, teen alpha’s hands. Threatening to clutter to the floor unless Izuku composed himself in an instant. The lanky boy flailing his muscly, spindly limbs as he caught the box mid-air and returned it to the safety of his buff chest. “Follow me then. Aizawa and I have been meaning to run over the latest order for my American branches and I would love your opinion on it.”

Shouto watched in awe as his tank of a father, who had failed every preliminary pageant against Yagi when they were younger, huff a sigh of agreement and began to totter beside his much-hated nemesis who seemed dwarfed in Enji’s shadow. The youngest Todoroki’s jaw was practically on the floor. The omega had never seen his sire comply wordlessly with anyone, in any way.

His continuous look of puzzled disbelief and a newly added tilting of his precious head left the omega teen looking like a lost, little, multicoloured bird whose father had just flown the coup and was eaten by a strange and alluring predator he had never seen before. The expression only deepening as the distance between himself and his sire expanded.

“You seem surprised.” Midoriya didn't stutter for once. His clear and concise voice snapping Todoroki out of his trance and forcing the attention upon the small, teen Alpha. In question, Shouto raised a single, trimmed brow and let his plump lips form into their default shape of pursing in a moody and curious manner.

“S-Sorry!” he squeaked apprehensively. Like a small child who had been caught with their whole hand trapped in the cookie jar. “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt your thoughts.”

It appeared that Midoriya’s stutter had returned at full force.

“I-it was just a new expression on your face. Aha...” he chuckled nervously “You’re very stoic in your facial expressions so I was curious,”

“Am I? I didn’t know that.” The words were quiet as the multi-coloured haired teen spoke. His face was as deadpan as when they had originally met before his father could weasel his way into the situation and force Shouto to behave in a high-society manner. “It’s just that I have been trying to get that man to leave me alone for years and your stepfather man just to do it in five minutes.”

The red and white-haired teen continued to divulge the secret to his latest composure to his new fiancé. “I think your step-father may just be my new hero.”

The joking banter that had blossom between the pair, erupted into newly, uncontrolled truckers of them. The omega of the two even flashing a hint of teeth in his unexplained rush of happiness.

“I can't say a waiting list has ever stopped me before.”

“Well, I doubt that you genuinely had to ever wait for anything in your life.”

The words that had left Midoriya’s smiling mouth were meant solely in jest. And perhaps if Shouto hadn’t been so emotionally connected to the mere thought of his losing his long-awaited freedom, he wouldn't have mistaken the freshly rich alpha’s misconception for an early judgement of his deeply hidden character.

‘He has no idea how hard I fight to keep what little I have from slipping through my fingers’ thought the blue-and-grey eyed teen. It was as though every time the teen gripped an ounce of autonomy or saw the slightest sliver of potential escape from his father’s oppressive ideal of Shouto’s future, Enji freshly greased his son’s fingers and cackled as it fell through Shouto’s oily metaphorical fingers.

The small smile that Todoroki had vulnerably shared, drained from his sweetly fresh face faster than blood rushing from a freshly opened wound. It was a though Izuku had pierced a sword into the omega’s soul and left a gaping, emotional gash. Although unintentional, Izuku had not only just forced Shouto to batter down his internal hatches and fortify his emotional walls, but he had also decided to actively rub salt flakes inside the hole he had hastily forged.

“And what's that supposed to mean? As far as I'm aware, you know nothing about my life.”

At the rate the alpha was approaching at, it was likely Izuku never would either.

“I-I’m sorry!” The sound the greenette released could barely be considered a squeak. His mistake was clear but not almost as defined as Enji’s words describing the teen’s unalpha like behaviour. “I didn’t mean to o-offend you Shouto. I wasn’t saying y-you’re spoiled. I-I’m really, really sorry!”

“Then what were you trying to say?” The snarl was savage and almost vicious, doused in a defensive tone. The threads of a uniformed growl nagging at his tired and almost overused vocal cords.

“I-It was just that I thought that an omega as beautiful as yourself wouldn’t – I-I mean s-shouldn’t.” he corrected. ”H-have to wait in lines for things. Anything. B-because you’re too beautiful for that.”

Midoriya’s stuttered words were like thick honey, coating his entire system with a sticky, sweetness that left Shouto unable to move, like molasses. Feeling like the faltered compliment was trapping himself in a strangely awkward limbo between accepting the adorable undertone meaning of Izuku’s spluttered statement, and the urge to resist anything that possibly drew a connection between the two boys.

“Then you’re not only a fool,” Todoroki paused. “You’re just plain stupid. If I had a tendency to believe everything that my father blurts out of his damn mouth, then I would ask if you were Yagi’s secret bastard of a love child.”

That piqued the greenette’s interest – side-stepping the offensive insult about his intelligence, to focus on the other information that he could gather from Shouto’s antagonistic conviction.

“W-What do you mean Todoroki?” Midoriya’s eyebrows raised in genuine curiosity. “Toshinori and I aren’t alike. H-he is my role model b-but I could never become half the alpha he is.”

“My father claims that Toshinori is the biggest fool who has ever stepped on planet Earth and that he has ever met. If you believe the bullshit that you just spouted, then you must be the second biggest idiot. So clearly, there has to be some relation, or your forged family closeness is an obnoxiously large consciousness. That’s if I have the gall to take my father’s word.”

The explanation left the forest-haired teen reeling. Staring into the distant, unresponsive steel and deceptively cool, eyes that Shouto had seemingly aimed towards him.

Had Shouto’s words of rage finally struck an unplucked chord inside the other teen? Was Izuku’s face of shock and constantly sweet eyes, merely a cover for the growing thoughts of anger that dwelled and bubbled in the alpha’s mind – hidden away? Was Izuku debating internally on what defensive action he should display in a rebuttal against his compromised image?

The youngest Todoroki hoped so.

He was itching for a fresh fight.

For a new, prospective gladiator’s blood to taint his forcefully manicured claws and to splatter against his porcelain face in a clear trophy of spiritual victory. Unseen in his crimson locks but causing a stark contrast against the almost elderly-looking white hair of his right side.

Hopefully, something large enough to draw other’s attention and trigger a big enough outburst from the candy cane coloured teen to justify an improvised, but just as effective, ending to this force union. To display how unforgiving and predatory the omega could continuously be against whichever prime candidate of an alpha tried to oppose his prospective freedom next. He wanted to make a public example of Midoriya Izuku. To end any future advancements or offers of arranged, contracted marriages.

Every sense in his body, bar his restrained Omega, begged for it. Whispering to Shouto, that a dispute would publicly signify another suitor’s advances denied and ultimately meant that he was another step closer to obtaining eternal freedom.

Away from his father’s grip. Away from stupid parties. And away from stupid alphas, like Midoriya Izuku, who wanted nothing more than a submissive little bitch with a tight cunt, who begged for their knotted cock like a whore. Happy to let their independence dwindle down the drain like cum from their holes as some fuck of an alpha decided to control every aspect of any omega who they could get and whose worth they deemed as ‘less than human’. 

Shouto Todoroki wasn’t like that and never would be.


Midoriya’s voice was firmer than the omega had ever heard. Though they had only known each other for twenty minutes, Shouto seemed to be too hasty on the alpha’s shyness himself.

“I would truly be a blind fool Shouto Todoroki if I didn’t notice your beauty.”