Katsuki Bakugou

This birthday was probably the most meaningful birthday an Alpha could have; 18 was significant for many reasons. However, since I woke up this morning, I have felt sick to my stomach. At first, I thought it was nerves about my big day, but now it's dinner time and I still felt like there were marbles rolling around in my stomach.

Kirishima was to wish me happy birthday, as my best friend he took it as his personal job to break into my house at the ass-crack of dawn to wake me up with his chompers in my face. He was lucky that I had some self-control because being woken up by that idiot was not on the top of my list of birthday activities.

Nonetheless, he made it up to me by taking me out to breakfast before we went back to my house were the rest of the crew had shown up. Jiro, Denki, and Kirishima all surprised me with a day packed full of fun and food.

My parents didn't mind that I spent my day away from home, their only request was that I have dinner with them tonight to celebrate. They had wished me a happy birthday and my father almost teared up with the pride and adoration he had shown towards me this morning, it was too much emotion for one morning.

I spent my day being spoiled by my friends; our relationships had bloomed into something stronger ever since that night with Denki when I admitted that I wanted to mark them as pack.

The discussions we had as a group after that was serious but pleasant, they all agreed with Denki and already considered me their alpha. Jirou was quite shy about the whole thing, she never felt as close to me as the others, but I didn't blame her for her hesitance.

Sometimes the omegas bond more with the alpha's mate rather than the alpha.

After the discussion, I proceeded to scent each one of them, nothing like the hot make-out session I shared with Denki after that night out together. With the rest of the group, it was almost ritualistic and traditional. I had scented their wrists, mixing our scents enough for them to feel closer to me, for us all to feel closer.

I would have bitten their wrists and marked them as pack, but like I told Denki, I want my mate's approval of our pack. They are more like family after the marking. Our children will grow up together. Denki, Kirishima, and Jirou will be the aunts and uncles of my pups. My mate deserves to have a say in that.

We all bonded more after the scenting happened; however, it was quite a chore to keep scenting them each at least once a week. The inconvenience was minor compared to the bond we all felt from it.

"Bakugou, tell me!" Kirishima slapped his big hand over my back, ripping a sharp growl from me as he only grinned wildly back. He had never been afraid of me; the idiot knew I loved them all and frequently used that against me.

"Tell you what, dumb hair?" The bastard chuckled and ran his fingers through his own shitty hair before running in front of me and stopping, blocking my pathway and forcing me to stop walking. The others are somewhere in the mall, Denki and Jirou joined at the hip as always.

"Yanno, have you been able to feel them yet?" It didn't take a genius to know what he was talking about; he was asking about the mate pull. It had been worrisome when I had been out and about all day and still couldn't pick up on the pull or their scent.

Shaking my head, I give a silent look towards my best friend, letting him know that I really don't want to talk about it right now. It wasn't worth freaking out about, my mate was out there somewhere, and I will find them when they are ready.

"Okay okay, man. Just so you know, I am always here if you need to talk." Rolling my eyes, I flashed a smile at him. However annoying he might be most of the time, he was a great friend and I am blessed to have him close by. Nevertheless, I still didn't want to dwell on unhappy thoughts on my birthday.

For the rest of the day, my friends drug me around the mall, a nice restaurant for lunch, downtown, and even to the movies. By the time dinner was rolling around, we were all tired. I sent the guys home with a forced group hug before I drove myself home to have dinner with my parents.

Today has been amazing as was only the beginning of my adult life. Turning 18 for wolf-sifters - who don't even shift anymore - was a huge deal. It was signaling adulthood, maturation, the finding of one's mate, and the beginning of one's own life.

For an Alpha, it was even more important. I can claim the title of pack Alpha, I can begin my own path, I can move away from home and no longer am under the rule of my parents. I am now my own person, my own Alpha.

Arriving home, I park in my usual spot before sauntering inside, discarding my shoes by the door and following my nose to the kitchen where my mother has made my favorite meal. Spicy Dragon Curry.

"I'm home," I call out, knowing that they have already heard me, if not smelt me, come inside the house. Walking into the kitchen I smiled at my mom who was rummaging around the cabinets for spices and seasoning, dashing them into the pot where the delicious sauce was stewing. She turns to me with a wide smile and points to the table.

"Sit down, your father will be down shortly. How was your day, honey?" Flopping down into my designated seat at the table, I leaned back and yawned. Today has worn me out, I am not big on social gatherings and today had put me at my limit for people interaction.

"It was nice, the guys made it their life's goal to spoil me today." I grin, unable to hide my adoration for those losers. My mother only scoffs and huffs an affectionate laugh as my father comes downstairs and sits at the table, an odd yellow envelope in his hand.

"Well your friends adore you, are you planning on making them pack?"

My mother knows, she always does, even if we don't talk about these things a lot. They don't pry into my personal life, they haven't since I turned 16 and started going out on my own more. I know they are, but I am an alpha, I make my own rules.

"I plan on it once I find my mate. Their approval means something to me, you know?" Shrugging I slouched back and folded my arms over my chest as another yawn escaped my lips. I noticed my father's nervous eyes, an emotion I was not used to seeing from my father. I hesitate to ask what the reason behind those nerves was, but it wasn't my place. He was an Alpha as well if he wanted my help he would ask.

Mom brings our filled bowls of curry over to the table and my mouth waters at the aroma. This smell bringing back memories of long summer days and take out curry, with freckled skin and viridian green eyes.

A strange pain fills my chest as Izuku's face pops up in my mind, I quickly shake my head. It has been too long since I had last thought about him, his face only bringing up emotions and feelings that I had buried long ago.

Long gone was that scared little boy whose source of fear was in what those pale hands did to me. I wasn't weak, yet that one action made my life turn upside down. He was sick, and I couldn't hate him, so I buried the memories of him along with the pain.

"I'm glad you had a good day, son." My mother's hushed tone broke me out of my own head. I brushed my slightly messy hair from my face and began digging into my mom's homemade curry. I am sure going to miss home-cooked meals like this when I eventually must leave home.

Dinner went by quietly, the occasional small talk about our days mingled with the silence.

That was until my mother broke the small talk and began to let her smile fade from her face, her eyes dimming the once bubbly fire that hid in her ruby eyes. I had gotten my eyes from her, and as I have been told before, people find our eyes to be passion-filled, an easy window to our souls.

"Son, we need to talk to you about something important." Her worried tone had me more awake and alert than I had been, although the curry filling my stomach has me ready for sleep.

"Okay...?" I hummed and my eyes dart over to where my father was sitting, fiddling with the large yellow envelope, his eyes downcast and nervous.

"It's about something that happened a long time ago. We need you to understand that what we did back then was to protect you..." Looking back to my mother, she spoke while her eyes glazed over with some type of emotions I can barely recognize, the pain was obvious in her voice. My father sighs, bringing my eyes back towards him. My confusion only growing at their serious looks, my stomach once again begins rolling with what feels like nerves.

"Okay you guys, just spill it. It can't be that bad, whatever it is, I can handle it." I rolled my eyes while I huff my annoyance. Folding my arms back over my chest I narrowed my eyes at the envelope my father still clung to.

"Right..." My father finally spoke up and I looked him in the eyes, my curiosity only peeking as the seconds tick by.

"That night when... Izuku Midoriya was... attacked, do you remember that night?"

Flinching, I recoil at the images that rush my head. The pained whimpers from the boy on the floor, who was only my age now at the time, rang in my ears. It was painful to hear back then; it feels worse now. My stomach burned with emotions and I quickly clutched at the fabric over my torso.

"Yeah... I remember." Nodding, my father sighed as pain filled his eyes. What has got them so worked up? I knew that they were scared for me, I could have seriously gotten hurt when I attacked that grown alpha. I also know they were worried about what I had told them about Izuku touching me, although I never told them where I knew that they knew.

"Katsuki, you don't know the whole story... Nor do you know everything about Izuku. When... that night happened... and we found out the truth, we had to do something to protect your childhood - your innocence..."

His last words where barely audible if not for my advanced hearing. I could feel my heart begin to stutter behind my ribcage, my fists clenching under the table. Why are they bringing up such bad memories on my birthday?

"Go on." I managed to hiss through clenched teeth.

"Izuku... he wasn't a -- a beta-like he told you... He's an Omega." I swallowed thickly, my mind racing. How had I not noticed that before, his soft features, short stature, and lean body? On top of that, his scent was sickly sweet and heavy. Even as a teenager I could pick up on it, he smelt strongly of strawberries and cream.

My stomach clenched and I griped my fingers into my shirt above my stomach, my mother sees my reaction and her eyes shed a few tears. Why was she crying?

"We are so sorry that we put you in that position where he could hurt you as he did..." My mother's voice was broken and low, making me tilt my head in confusion. Do they blame themselves for Izuku's actions? They shouldn't --  that had been all his fault.

"Stop... I don't blame you guys for... that. It was all his fault, he did that to me because he was fucked up in the head." I spit, venom lacing my words as I gritted my teeth. There was a long pause before my father speaks up.

"I almost killed him." His chuckle made my head snap up, his face was twisted in amusement that I didn't understand, slowly things began falling into place.

"You... spoke to him after that night?" I asked quickly, they really have been hiding things from me all along, haven't they?

"We did, once we found out how he touched you. We confronted him, I needed to hear it from his mouth. Once he confessed, I snapped. I would have ripped his throat out if it wasn't for your mother stopping me." His amused face slipped away, and my eyes flickered back and forth between my mother and father, waiting. I still didn't understand what they are trying to tell me, maybe they had been the reason Izuku hasn't contacted me in 4 years?

"Why didn't you just kill him?" I huff and raise an eyebrow at my father's grim expression. His hands twitching on the envelop he was gripping tightly to.

"I couldn't... because it would have hurt you if I did so..." I snorted in amusement and slammed my fists into the table while standing up. My eyes went cold and hard as I stared at my father. I could have been hurt? A rough laughter barks from my chest as I grinned.

"Why the fuck would I be hurt that you killed that nerd? He is messed up in the head, who in their right mind thinks it's okay to... touch a child like that? Granted, I was 14, but he was 18, an adult. He should have known better!" I couldn't hide the growls that seeped through with my short rant. My father gripped tighter on the folder in his hands.

"He wasn't in his right mind, Katsuki! He was in heat!" His words stunned me, my hardened eyes seem to lose their coldness as I think back to that night. Izuku was a mess, his body was shaking on the floor, and that man, his words still ring clear in my mind.

"You fucking brat, didn't anyone tell you to not interfere with an alpha trying to mate?"

He must have been in heat, Izuku might have been small but he was never a pushover. He wouldn't have gone down without a fight. But I still remember that crazed look in Izuku's eyes when I managed to knock the man out cold.

His eyes were glassy and hazed over, it was like looking at a shell of a person that I once knew. He really wasn't in his right mind. I had been taught in school about Omegan biology and heat cycles, yet that didn't explain why he... why he touched me!

"Explain!" I growled and watched as my mother reached out and gently took hold of my arm, pulling me back into my chair.

"He had just turned 18, remember? His heat was -- triggered. He found his mate, Katsuki." My mother's voice was soft, and my brows furrowed in confusion. If he had a mate, why the hell was he feeling up on me?! A growl leaves my lips and my stomach twists into knots, I don't understand.

"Katsuki... you're his mate..." My father's voice was cold and hard, it didn't match the sorrow in his eyes. Looking to my mother, I try to see if what he is saying is just some sick twisted birthday joke, but her eyes hold the same sorrow that I found in my father's eyes.

"W-What?" I stuttered out and felt myself stiffen as distress rolled off me in waves.

"He is your mate, Katsuki. You triggered his heat early because you both had already had 4 years of a connection. When you saved him, he was already too far gone into his heat to really know what was happening..."

No, stop... I don't want to hear this.

"All he knew was that you were his mate, his alpha was there to save him. It was fucked up what happened to you both that night, but you are our son. We had to protect you, and by protecting you we had to keep Izuku alive and safe..."

Shut up, shut up, shut up...

"He was devastated when he came out of his heat, he loathed himself for hurting you." Sitting up in my seat, I couldn't stop myself from blurting out.

"You sent him away?" My father quickly shook his head slowly and sighed.

"No, he sent himself away to keep you safe, Katsuki. We made a deal that when you turn 18, we would give you all his contact information, his location, and a letter he had written to you before he left. We have been sending him stuff with your scent on it over the past 4 years to... make sure he didn't go crazy... or worse."

Or worse...? I don't like the sound of that...

"He agreed to it for your safety, but we know he has never stopped thinking of you. We told him that we wouldn't guarantee your contact with him once you turn 18, but we did say we would give you this information. He wanted you to make your own choice, for your own future." My father handed out the envelope and with shaky fingers, I grasped it. Does this have all his information? This will tell me where - my mate has been all these years? 

With a sharp inhale I slammed the folder against the table in frustration, tangling my hands into my hair and tugging.

"This can't be happening... Izuku is my mate?" I questioned and looked up with pleading eyes. "Please just be a joke..." I begged.

"Izuku is your mate, son. We just ask that you don't reject him out of anger, it could seriously hurt you to break that mate bond right now. You are upset and you know that your mate is the only one you will ever get, so think hard and take a few days to look over these papers. We just want you to be happy, son. Izuku has punished himself long enough..." Those last words struck a nerve, my eyes glazed over and I find myself standing up slowly.

"Punished himself long enough? He ruined me for a long time! I trusted him and he turned around and did that shit! I was 14 and the one person I thought of as family had scared the hell out of me! Izuku can go to fucking hell!" I seethed through clenched teeth. My mother's eyes blew wide and my father sat still with a grim look on his face.

"Fuck him and fuck him ever being my mate." The low humorless chuckle that left my body sounded as if it didn't belong to me. However, I continued by leaning over, placing my palms against the table and smirking. I locked eyes with my father and then my mother before growling under my breath.

I grabbed the envelope that held the information I needed, and I held it up beside my face with one hand, the other propping me up over the edge of the dinner table.

"I won't reject him right now. I want to be there, to see him shatter when I reject him to his fuckin' face."