Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku clung to me for days. He practically traped me in his nest, only letting me up to bring food or take bathroom breaks. My parents had left for the duration of his heat. My mother had to pretty much drag my father away; he still didn't trust Izuku being alone with me although I was an adult now.

Plus, it was not like I haven't already been in less than decent situations with him during that first wave of his heat. It was too late for my old man to be gruffed over the idea that Izuku and I were being intimate. It was to be expected when an Omega goes into heat around their mate.

I had been surprised though, that Izuku wasn't more lost in the flames of his heat. After that first wave and the night after, the greenette all but held all his pain and desires within. I had no clue why he would do that considering I helped him through it a few times before. Maybe it wasn't bothering him as much anymore considering this was the last day of his heat cycle?

All I knew was that Izuku hadn't bothered to let me know when he was struggling; although, I could still see and smell when he was going through a wave of heat. I wanted nothing more than to take him wholly and thoroughly each time his scent would release in the air. It was suffocating in the best way. I never imagined ever being turned on, let alone wanting to breed the Omega that I practically grew up with. It was strange and confusing, but I couldn't deny it any longer.

I wanted him. It may only be physically, but that was a start. The rest would come eventually.

Izuku stayed curled up in his nest for the past two days, and today was the last of his heat cycle. I had been shocked that he no longer asked me to help relieve the fever that came with an Omega's heat. He only asked to be held in my arms, skin to skin contact that seemed to soothe him. He slept a lot as well. I didn't care though. I knew he needed his rest and my instincts were chomping at the bit, begging me not to leave my mate alone even though he seemed to be relatively fine without me. Especially today.

The greenette was quiet for the majority of the time we shared. Only soft whimpers of pain and flinches each time a cramp or wave would hit. He refused to let me soothe his heat again, and even though it might have been weird for me at first, touching him like that, I knew that he was in pain and my instincts were clawing under my skin, telling me to soothe him.

But when I tried to, Izuku would just shake his head with a pained expression while twisting his features. So I didn't touch him in any sexual way since that first 24 hours of his cycle. I just held him in my arms while he squirmed and whined until the pain died down enough for him to rest. I scented him every chance I could get, knowing that it would help to calm his symptoms. He never stopped me from scenting him and for that I was thankful. It pained me knowing he was hurting while I stood by doing nothing.

It was getting late and I knew that Izuku would need to eat soon. He had been living off of plain eggs, toast, and fruit for almost a week. It was all he could stomach, but now that his heat was coming to an end I could give him something more filling.

I tried not to think about him leaving again. I wanted to bring it up to him but it wasn't fair with his state of mind at the moment. He wouldn't be thinking clearly. I may not know much about Omega biology or nature, but I knew that their instincts kick into overdrive for about a week and they run off those emotions. Rational thought would be at a low unless he was particularly good at fighting his urges. Izuku must be strong to fight his instincts for so long during his heat and not start begging again like he had that first night.

Again, I was honestly impressed but also a bit worried. Why was he fighting so hard and not letting me help him? He barely let me help him to the bathroom to shower or use the toilet. He only ate the food I cooked because he knew that walking to the kitchen and cooking his own would be too exhausting. He refused to let me help him when a wave would hit yet he would rut his little body against mine as waves of desire would seep from his pores.

I felt pretty pathetic knowing I could only assist him so much before he would push me away again.

Izuku had fallen asleep again, one of his many naps, and I slipped out of the jumbled up nest to go make him something to eat. The greenette let out a whimper and his fingers twitched out as if to grab hold of me and I couldn't fight the gentle smirk that pulled at my lips. I crouched down and held his sleeping face in my hands while leaning down and pressing my lips to his cheek.

"I'll be right back," I cooed softly and smiled when his body relaxed beneath my hands. His hands went limp on the soft blankets underneath him and his head lulled to the side in his sleep. I slowly stood back up and made my way to the kitchen before he could wake up and notice I was gone.

Izuku was different than I remembered him and I didn't like that it felt as if I no longer knew him. Our past had turned our relationship sour. I knew that I let it turn my once fascination and loyalty to him into a rage, a disgust, and a pain that had me bitter and unforgiving. It was stupid of me.

However, Izuku never once took it out on me. He might have snapped when I was pushing too far or voicing my anger, but he never shot fire back at me. He just took what I dished out as if he had already accepted what I was saying to him.

I frowned while digging out the leftovers I had managed to cook for dinner last night for myself since the Omega was only eating certain foods. I reheated the sauce before boiling fresh rice. I didn't even make the curry sauce extra spicey like I normally eat it because I knew it would be hard on Izuku's stomach.

I placed my hands on the counter and leaned over, sighing a heavy breath as I waited for the rice to boil and the sauce to reheat. I had never been more confused with myself in my 18 years. I knew that I was younger than Izuku and probably more immature in many ways. The Omega needed someone to look out for him, to care for him, and to hold him steady when he felt like the world would crumble.

As a mate -- as a boyfriend -- I needed to be there for him. But I wasn't his boyfriend and we were barely mates.

I had been pushing him away since the day I found out we were mated, and now that our pairing was settling in and I no longer hated the Omega. I felt as if I was losing him as he pulled away from me in his heat. He no longer wanted me to soothe the ache and to claim his body as mine. That first night he had all but clawed me to bits while trying to pull himself closer. He had begged me to do the same with him, and now he would only let me hold him. That hurt more than I ever thought something could have hurt me. A soft chuckle huffed from my lips as I shook my head humorlessly. Since when have I been so damn emotional?

I knew what this feeling was. I felt it before when Izuku had disappeared on me four years ago. It had broken me more than I had realized at the time. I opened up to Izuku and let him get close, only for him to leave without a word for years. Now I understood why, but I also remembered how I asked all around for him.

I begged my parents and ran off to Inko's house more times than I could remember just trying to get in contact with the greenette. His absent had left scars on my heart that I just buried away with thick layers of walls around the broken bits of my heart.

It took so long for me to just feel alright again.

And now he was back and I couldn't wrap my head around why part of wanted to run away and another part wanted to lock him down, and make him stay with me. He couldn't leave again; I wouldn't let him. I wanted to make this work because as much as I hated to admit it, he had woven his thin fingers into the threads of my heart and I feared that if he stepped away again, then Katsuki would be unable to untangle his grasp on me, and it would rip the last bit of my heart out along with him.

But Izuku had asked to stay with me when his friends wanted to take him away. He had begged me to stay with him during his heat. Maybe not so much in words, but rather the way he clung to me and pressed closer each time my hands would caress his soft sides.

Each time I'd place my palm on the small of his back to pull him into my chest at night. He responded to me in ways that had me swallowing a lump in my throat and wanting to keep him close. I was scared. Scared he would uproot and leave my life again just as I let myself foolishly get closer to him.

Whatever it was, I felt like it was laughing in my face. His heat was ending and his friends would be back for him tomorrow. What now? He was changing me. Izuku was changing me and I was accepting that. He was my mate and I needed to start acting like it.

"Katsuki?" Izuku whispered and I jumped out of my thoughts while turning around quickly. He was standing there, covered in one of my loose shirts. His messy curls were flat on one side from sleeping on his side. His cream-colored skin stood out nicely in contrast to the black shirt that was hanging mid-thigh on him, and for once I wanted to run my hands over the length of his limps. I wanted to get lost in him and explore every dip and curve of his body more. I pealed my eyes away from his bare thighs and back up to his clear and amused eyes.

"Yeah?" I turned back away to face the pot of rice and stirred it quickly before removing it from the heat and dishing a small portion into a ceramic bowl.

"Smells good," He murmured and walked over to me. This was the first time he had been out of the bedroom since his heat began. His eyes were more clear and less clouded with the pains of his heat. His scent was less heavy as well and I knew that it was passing quickly for him. I was glad, though it was odd for his heat to not last the full five days. Maybe it was because he was thrown into it early? I hummed and poured the reheated sauce over the rice.

"Thanks, how are you feeling?" I asked and stuck a spoon in his bowl before placing it on the island counter and pulling out the tall bar stool for him. I gestured for him to sit and he blushed softly. He scooted into the seat while staring at his bowl and licking his lips. My mind instantly ran off course as blood rushed to my groin. Fuck, get a grip. I huffed and turned back around to stalk over to the refrigerator and grabbed two water bottles for us.

Spending nearly five days in a room with an Omega in heat had been a test from the goddess herself, I'm sure, and my mate, nonetheless.

I had thought about taking him on several occasions. Jumping him when he rutted up against me in his sleep or when he pressed his naked lower half into my groin in search of friction. But I knew that he didn't want my help with that anymore, and would never do something like that without his consent, especially when he had been refusing my offers to help him over the days. I was unsure of what was happening between us.

Was the heat messing with my mind? Were my instincts forcing me to feel this observant and attached to the Omega? I honestly had no clue and that bothered me more and more. I liked having him close to me. I liked being affectionate with him. However, we still had much to talk about. He had been upset about Denki and trying to leave just as I had just given myself over to the fact that I wanted Izuku in my life and was willing to work past our past. There was much we the two of us had not handled.

"I'm feeling better. The fog is going away," Izuku huffed as if what he said was somehow normal information. Maybe I was just nieve, but I had no idea what he meant by fog and I assume he could tell by the look on my face. That, and the fact that he laughed a bit and shook his head at my expression.

"It's like heavy fog clouds over my mind when I am in heat. It's damn near impossible to think straight or even remember things clearly with all the dull pains and inconvenient lust." He trailed off and quickly stuck the spoon in his mouth. His eyes dart away from me and down to the bowl of curry as his nose scrunches up from his mouthful of steaming hot rice.

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better then." My eyes trail over him as he eats in silence. He seemed deep in thought while he slowly finishes his dinner and I couldn't bring myself to ask what was on his mind. I'm sure he was confused about the things we had done together during his heat. Albeit not much, it was a lot more intimate for two mates that had all but given up on each other.

I felt my lips twitch as he kept scrunching his nose and rubbing it while sniffling.

Cute.

It wasn't that spicy, but to Izuku I'm sure it was more than enough of the spice.

There were purple sunlit hues of the evening light that fell through the windows and cast a delicate glow around Izuku's frame. I had to freeze and take in the almost angelic ring of light that cast a silhouette around him.

Once again, the Omega that I had spent so much time hating seemed more and more like perfection rather than destruction. I couldn't tear myself away from how endearing and domestic this whole thing was.

Him in my clothes, in my kitchen, covered in my scent and eating my food. Another side of the enclosure that I had around my heart began to crumble as I watched him intently. I waited for him to finish eating before helping him back to the bedroom where he immediately tugged me over to the nest he had built in the corner of my room.

Although, I could tell something was going on with him as his body trembled up against me and he tucked his head into my chest. Maybe his heat wasn't over yet? He clung to me desperately though I didn't know why. I wasn't going anywhere.

So I held him tightly and pressed soft kisses to the top of his head while he dug his fists into my shirt and pulled me closer.

For once, I was happy with how things were going between us. I could only hope that when tomorrow comes that he chooses to stay with me. I would explain it all to him in the morning and let him know the reasons for my behavior towards him at first. I would explain to him and hopefully, he would understand that I had been scared.

Nonetheless, I had made up my mind that night I had gone to see Denki. The night I had kissed my mate for the first time and had gotten a taste of the hidden passions my Omega had for me. I wanted to have that again. I wanted to be happy for once and not fight him as he tried to enter my life once more.

He wouldn't leave me again as I had been afraid of, he had made that clear by trying so hard to gain my affection and by begging his friends to let him have his heat by my side. My mate had been preening for my attention.

Well, he had it now, all of it, and my love for him would surely follow at the rate my feelings were developing for the greenette that was pressed into my chest, snoring lightly with his legs tangled between mine. His small hands tucked against my chest as he sleeps, soaking up my warmth that I knew soothed the ache within him at the moment. I had made my decision and was sticking to it. I wanted my mate.

I wanted Izuku.