WORD COUNT | 1927

The sun poked through the gaps within the hefty curtains of the prince's room, casting the soft orange glow of dawn. It was the quiet hours before morning that the green haired boy always cherished, the tranquility seemed to comfort the young boy, coax him into thinking the day was going to be a splendid one. The pillowing wind danced around the autumn leaves on the floor of the balcony, sweeping each fallen petal off its feet.

Every inch of Midoriya's fragile body felt sore, from the marks on his chest to the bruising on his thighs. It was an ugly blue and purple colour, one in which took all of the green haired boy's reflexes to not gag on. With his eyes still closed, the omega subconsciously recalled the unforgettable events of the day before. It shuddered the small boy with each memory that came to mind, he could almost feel the distasteful fingers of the half coloured prince snaking around his thin waist. Sweat began to form readily at his face, causing the tips of his emerald locks to uncomfortably stick onto his skin. He willed his brain to halt replaying the scene but it seemed that his simple daydream was spiralling unsteadilyinto a terrifying nightmare. The small chest of the omega heaved up and down in panic as his arms began to thrash whilst envisioning the Todorokian prince's lips abusing his chest once more. He didn't want additional marks layered onto the foul already existing ones, it pained him enough the first time. A gentle whimper escaped his lips as the green haired boy tightened his hands into little fists, they were shaking from false fear.

Amidst his tormenting ordeal, he felt a calloused hand brush his forehead endearingly before soft whispers began to fill his ears. They were a mix of gentle hushes and comforting reassurances, flowing through Midoriya's eardrums like a melodious record.

"Shhh." The long fingers of the Bakugou brushed through his emerald locks delicately, almost as if the green haired boy was a porcelain doll - afraid to break him any further. His whispers harmonized with the joyful chirps of the robin as they spoke through to the unconscious boy causing him to lift his eyelashes open heavily, the lack of sleep evident in the faint bags beneath his eyes. The sleep deprived boy lifted his eyelids lazily, still in a daze as he struggled to distinct the line between reality and fiction dreams.

Upon seeing the warm glow of the dawn poking through the curtains, a feeling sprouted within his chest that welled up several tears that were threatening to spill. His hands now clenched around the soft material of the crimson cloak he was still wrapped in before inhaling a deep breath of the secure forest scent that it emitted.

"You're safe now." The blond whispered against his cheek before kissing the corner of his emerald eyes almost welcoming any tears that managed to welt over his lashes. At this, the omega mewled at the soft demeanour of the blond Prince, he felt treasured and cared as if he was a fragile being unlike the treatment he received from the split haired lecher. The blond placed sat up as he placed his hand upon Midoriya's neck so he could gain a better view of the omega's stunning visuals.

That was until the green haired boy flinched slightly at his touch causing Bakugou to remove his hand almost immediately. The sight of the bruising hickeys that was hidden under his hand before was now clear as day as it littered his neck displeasingly.

"D-don't look!..." The timid omega whispered frantically before proceeding to pull at the tips of the cloak so as to hide his neckline he deemed hideous. "... they're ugly." His last phrase was almost too quiet to hear save for the movements of his lips which indicated so.

Furrowing his eyebrows slightly, Bakugou's sharp crimson pupils dug into the core of Midoriya's features before they eventually softened upon seeing the frightened expression upon the omega's face he elicited. "You really think so?" The blond asked inquisitively, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"They're more than ugly, they're horrendous. They're a reminder of what happened and they're-"

Before the omega could ramble on any further, the blond pressed his lips against a hickey that was stamped onto his jawline from the night before, planting a gentle kiss atop of it - careful not as to add too much pressure which so as to not cause any additional pain. The sweet sensation of the prince's compassionate kiss left the younger boy in a state of surprise and embarrassment.

"W-w-what are you doing? Bakugou-sama?" His face was already was red as the cape that surrounded him as he lifted his arms up to cover the heightening blush.

"Repainting them." The alpha spoke against his skin, continuing to leave a trail of soft pecks on each and every one of the marks on his milk white body.

"You don't have to!" Midoriya spurted out as he continued to cover his eyes with his arms, a sense of desperation and urgency in his tone.

"Yes I do." The blond stated firmly as he continued, now proceeding to move downwards and brush his lips along the bruises on his chest.

"N-no you don't." The omega stuttered out before biting his lips until blood drew in embarrassment, he hated that he was feeling all kinds of emotions for the usually distant and cold prince in front of him. Upon hearing Midoriya's remark the blond became agitated causing him to place both his hands on either side of omega, the tips of his green locks brushing against his knuckles slightly.

Due to the close proximity between the two, the omega hitched his breath at the tension which was thin as a string.

"Listen." Bakugou snapped rather abrutply at the omega before him, his harsh tone was unintentional but honed from years of habit.

The blond brought his blushing lips towards the tips of Midoriya's ears, tickling the senses on his cartilage ever so slightly. "Nothing can ever make you ugly." His whisper to the emerald curled figure before him was barely plausible yet it felt almost as loud as an incoming meteor in the room that was their quiet universe.

"That's... not true." The timid omega replied back with a childish pout, his response even quieter than the blond's whispers. Although Bakugou's crimson pupils pierced through his flesh, Midoriya couldn't find the courage within him to with stand his eye contact thus looking timidly downwards which absentminded led his gaze to trail down towards the prince's body that was straddling him as of that moment.

Upon seeing the adorable response from his omega, the blond let out a small chuckle that was disguised as a smirk before bending down to place a kiss on the top of the freckled boy's button nose. "Well I'm the prince. And my words are absolute." The spiky haired blond spoke against his nose, his lips softly brushing against it with each word. Moving his right hand from besides his green curls, the blond placed his palm against Midoriya's bruised neck once again, this time more gentle than he already was. His thumb carassed the expanse of the omega's dotted cheeks before smudging any remaining tears away.

"It always has to be your way doesn't it." Midoriya replied playfully as he pushed the prince away with as little to almost no strength.

"Depends... perhaps you're an exception." The brash prince winked flirtatiously as he licked his lips.

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Midoriya turned his head to the side as the alpha attempted to steal a kiss from his less swollen and recovering lips. "Don't you have things to do, prince?" The omega asked in a manner tinted with sass.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Bakugou replied, a smile threatening to break from his lips as he asked with feign hurt. At this, the younger boy tapped his chin jokingly, his eyes diverted upwards as if to think about his answer. "Don't make a difference cause you're not gonna get seperated from me again." The Prince answered his own question in stead of the omega, his last sentence heavy with stern as his eyebrows scrunched by a minuscule. With this, Bakugou wrapped his arms around the slim waist of Midoriya as he rested his entire body atop of him.

"H-hey! I'm getting crushed!" The tealed eyed boy choked out, tapping his arms against Bakugou's back desperately, the last of his sentence trailing off as his voice ran out of air. With a slight smirk, the blond swiftly changed positions of the two of them so that now the smaller framed omega laid upon his body instead.

Midoriya who previously closed his eyes due to the sudden action, pryed them open slowly as he was met face to face with Bakugou's striking ruby orbs. The potent stare from the prince made him drop his eyes in submission almost immediately before he felt his chin being lifted up, recovering the eye contact which they made earlier. Only this time, his gaze was rather unreadable before he whispered his thoughts out loud.

"I've really never seen eyes as green as yours."

At this comment, the emerald curls of Midoriya's bobbed up and down slightly as he let out a good hearted giggle, the vibrations of it spreading to the latter's chest. It reminded the omega of the first night the two of them met and how he still blushed at the slightest comments uttered by the prince. In that moment of joy, it was almost as if nothing happened in between that time and at present.

"Music." The blond whispered as he gazed lovingly towards the omega's head that rested on his beating chest.

"Hmm?" Midoriya replied with curiosity, his fingers fiddling at the hems of the tops of the cape he was still sporting.

"Your laugh. It's music to my ears." Bakugou replied geuinely, only smirking at the blush that undoubtedly sprouted upon Midoriya's freckled cheeks although it was out of the blond's view.

The green haired boy was glad that he was the one resting upon the blond's chest and not vice versa as even from within his body, the greenette could sense his heart that was beating against his ribcage steadily. The temperature of his face was rising at incredible rate, painting his features a soft glow of red. Truthfully, the omega didn't know why such simple sentences had such a peculiar effect on him.

"Idiot." Midoriya muttered under his breath with a soft pout, not intending the blond to hear.

Bakugou continued to round his fingers through the luscious emerald locks atop of the omega's head, as it heaved up and down in pace with his breathing.

The green haired boy closed his eyes in content at the comforting atmosphere that surrounded him as he let himself doze off properly for the first time since the incident. He found that the most snug place to take shelter in was indeed the confidings of the usually obnoxious blond. A concotion of emotions slowly began to stir within him as he abruptly pushed them aside, denying his mind of all acusations that he was possibly falling for the egotistical, entitled and selfish prince. The adjectives imploding from the prejudicial image of him he had nailed in his head.

The blond responded playfully with the greenette's remark as he toyed with the emerald curls of the omega resting atop his chest.

"I'll let that one go, dork."

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Y'all...

This chapter was so hard to write. Hopefully Bakugou doesn't seem too out of character.