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Midoriya didn't know exactly where the destination of his escape was heading but he somehow found himself in front of his old room whom he shared with Ochaco. Unsure of anyone inside, Midoriya knocked once nervously as he waited for an answer.

Within less than a millisecond, the frail wooden door swung open revealing the petite girl that Midoriya had grown to call his best friend.

"Izu! I missed you!" Before the green haired male could even reply, the bubbly wide eyed girl had already engulfed Midoriya into a tight hug, squeezing the air out of him. After the freckled boy tapped on her shoulder a few times to indicate his shortage of oxygen, only then did Ochaco let go reluctantly. However her gaze of welcome was soon replaced by worry. "What are you doing here?" She asked, not suspiciously but rather in a caring tone.

"I uh- I ran from the royal quarters...?" He replied, his own answer sounding more like a question towards himself. In reality, he was still trying to clock the fact that he had indeed just defied the prince's orders. Just the thought of the consequences that laid ahead made the small boy shudder with fear.

"You what? Izuku this is serious!" She shook the shoulders of her friend emphasizing the importance of this situation.

"I-I panicked and he was closing in s-so the only thing on my mind was that I had to get out of there! But he also smelt really good...I've never smelt something so alluring before. Not even the delicious desserts you make Ochaco!" He knew he was rambling but his body shook with the adrenaline from earlier and he wanted to get everything off his chest once and for all.

"Oh boy... and you said he smelt good hm?" Ochaco asked questioningly, one of her eyebrows raised.

Now a stroke of pink tinted the canvas that was Midoriya's cheeks as he continued, this time less panicked and more timid. "Y-yeah. Like woodland and fresh dew. He smelt so fresh and free, it was tempting. Ochaco you know I've always loved the outdoors let alone the forests that I'm so enticed by. What do I do?" Once again the pandemonium from earlier settled in as paranoia creeped into his voice bit by bit.

"You can't possibly mate with the prince." She replied rationally, maintaining steady eye contact.

"I know! I know all too well, that's why I ran." By this point the omega was at his wits end, he gripped his green locks tightly in his fists out of frustration as he paced the small room back and forth. Stress was building up inside of his small body.

From across the room, a heavy sigh could be heard from the usually upbeat girl as she crossed her arms in defeat. She wanted nothing more than happiness for her fellow friend but this unexpected situation was proving that goal to be rather difficult to achieve.

"Let's work this out slowly." She said in her calmest voice possible, sitting upon her bed, she could already picture the clogs working in Midoriya's brain. Whirring and calculating.

"I could just run away right? Never look back." He chuckled, a little mania evident in his tone. He was delirious and tired from everything that's happened thus far.

"Izuku. What about the informative and tactical division? I'm not going to see my best friend give up his dream over something like this." She spoke sternly, accentuating on Midoriya's aspirations in particular.

"So what can I do? Just deal with it?" The panicked boy threw his hands up in the air, suggesting that his point was completely useless and not a valid solution until Ochaco gripped his shoulders firmly, her chocolate brown eyes piercing into his emerald orbs.

"Just gotta deal with it buddy." She repeated after him, answering his question firmly. Perhaps some of her confidence in this decision will rub off on her friend.

Before the two could take a breather and relax in this extremely vexing situation, an ear piercing crisp knock was heard at their fragile door. The two of them snapped their heads towards the source of the sound before looking at each other in suspicion.

"Midoriya I know you're in there." It was Iida's voice. His tone was almost distinguishable anywhere, it was uniquely orderly and authoritative with soft edges here and there.

"No... he's not!" Ochaco attempted to sound confident in her own answer feigning a cough as she continues, "and I'm rather sick so I'd prefer if you run along."

"When I say I know...I know. Just come out, I'm not here to punish you." He sighed in defeat, his voice indicating that he was already fed up at the duo's attempt at hiding.

Opening the door a slight creak, Iida's piercing stare already made eye contact with Midoriya's jade locks as he pushed the door open fully.

Midoriya was unable to make contact due to nerves and anticipation at what's to come. He wanted nothing more than to run away again, this time in a place much further than the limits of the cage like palace.

"Bakugou-sama requested for you." Although his orderly friend was trying his best to remain monotone and professional, there was no doubt a hint of sadness was laced within his tone.

"I-I should probably get going then." The green haired boy offered a weak smile towards his worried friend sitting on her bed before turning to face Iida head on.

"Ah, he told me to pass you this note as well as this..?" The blue haired supervisor handed him the note which was an envelop with gold inscriptions along with a single rose taped to the surface elegantly.

Confused, the freckled male hesitantly took the letter in hand, eyeing just what the prince had in plan. He could feel the stares of both of his friends fixated upon the item at hand. Detaching the rose from the envelope, the green haired male took the petals near his nose as he sniffed in the sweet scent. His attention moved towards the thick envelop in which he opened carefully. Midoriya slid the piece of premium quality paper out and unfolded it accordingly. Within the note, a few simple sentences were written in flawless hand writing, befitting of a prince. It surprised the green haired male that the obnoxious prince actually learnt how to write so neatly and eloquently instead of spending all his time outdoors.

The three of them read the note cautiously.

To my dearest malachite beauty,

Meet me in room #3 in the left wing of the royal quarters. Bring no one but yourself. Look forward to seeing your emerald locks again.

Love, B.

Midoriya frowned at the eloquency and the tone of writing, it was very out of character of the habitually brash prince. However a royal order was a royal order, he could not disobey an invitation as formal as this one. Sighing heavily, he looked towards his two dearest friends for their opinions.

"Wow, that's pretty straight forward." The mahogany haired girl commented tapping on her chin lightly.

"I think you should comply to his orders Midoriya." Of course Iida agreed to obey the rules, afterall he is not one to step out of line.

Gulping nervously, the freckled boy nodded slightly before making his way down the long winded corridors once again. His heart weighed heavy in his body as his head was clouded with worries. With each step taken towards the royal chambers, his whole being shook all the more with nerves. Was he going to be punished? Scolded? or even worse, banished? He thought to himself worriedly.

Heaving another weight filled sigh for the umpteen time this evening, Midoriya reached the double doors of the royal quarters once again. Ironic how he was just dashing out of them earlier today. He was beginning to understand what others meant when they said life at the palace was suffocating and imprisoning. He wanted nothing more than the freedom he so wished for and the dream he worked so hard and long to achieve. It seemed in just a few measly days, everything he's built in this minuscule out of touch with reality space was crumbling at a steady pace.

Pulling the gold plated handles open almost mockingly symbolized his inability to walk away from the prince. He knew the alluring woodland essence was forbidden for him the moment the scent first filled his nose yet he couldn't help but to come back for more. Chuckling at himself for his pathetic resolve, he walked up the grand set of stairs slowly, his hands running along the golden railings that embellished it. He looked towards the right wing, where Bakugou's chambers lied if his memory was correct.

Checking the note once more to see if he was mistaken, it seemed his memory was incorrect afterall. Stuffing the note back into his pocket, Midoriya turned his direction from the right side towards the left in which he continued his search for room #3.

After walking through what seemed like a maze of corridors and passageways, whilst asking several servants for help which was met with questionable stares and reluctant directions, he finally stumbled upon the final destination.

The door was nothing special, Midoriya definetly did not identify it as the doors of the spoilt prince's chambers. Nonetheless, he's already made it this far, the last step was to actually go in.

Breathing in and out steadily, the freckled omega tried to catch his breath slowly, restoring his composure. Friends would often describe Midoriya as being earnest but socially inept and it was proving to be quite true in this situation. No matter how hard Midoriya tried to prevent his hands from shaking, they returned to their habitual state of rattling frustratingly whilst sweat has already pool amidst the top of his forehead.

The longer he stood outside the door, the less confident he was in making communication through knocking.

Just do it you wuss, he thought angrily to himself before landing the back of his palm against the heavy wooden door producing two sharp knocks.

"Come in." A foreign voice sounded from the other side of the entry, prompting the green haired male to nervously push open the wooden doors before slipping inside. He stood like a thief caught in his act, terrified and nervewrackingly still. His gaze was glued towards the floor, he was shit scared to meet the piercing scarlet pupils that bore holes through his heart.

"Well aren't you quite the exotic beauty?" His voice was much softer then the spoilt prince he knew.

Whipping his head straight up, his gaze met with a pair breathtaking pupils. One was a cloudy grey whilst the other was ocean coloured. Midoriya was beyond intrigued at the sight before him and the same could be said vice versa. The small town boy had never seen anything of the sort, from the colour to his two toned hair to the pigment in his eyes, everything was segregated into two halves. It almost seemed as if he had landed his eyes towards a supernatural being.

Midoriya simply stared in awe, he realised it was the same stranger whom he had a brief encounter with amidst his escape. His mouth tried to form sentences but he was too shocked to even stutter any noise out.

Who was he? Where was Bakugou? Who really sent the note?

It was clear a confused expession was painted on his face as the mysterious yet tantalizing stranger spoke up.

"I sent the note, not Bakugou." He confessed before standing up from his chair to walk towards the statue still omega. Midoriya could view that his body proportions were similar to the prince of the Bakugou empire. He was tall yet it was obvious through his clothing that he was well built belonging to a muscly lean body type. Upon looking up, he also noticed his surroundings reflected a room of lavish living, comparable to the riches of a royal member. On the side of the table was a bundle of roses neatly placed in an intricately detailed china vase, undoubtedly the same ones that were attached to his letter.

"W-why may I ask?" The omega's voice sounded timid and submissive with each step the newly introduced Alpha prince took towards him.

"How else can I get some alone time with a rare beauty such as you?" His sentences were flirtatious and it couldn't help but to make the younger male feel slightly uncomfortable. The freckled omega continued to take steps backwards until his back made contact harshly with the sturdy and now closed wooden doors. Gasping at the sudden enclosure, his eyes looked up to meet face to face with the charismatic figure now standing inches from his face. Although the close proximity between them caused an unsettling feeling in the depths of Midoriya's stomach, his body couldn't help but to yearn for touch and lust.

He noticed the sweet smell of the roses was also present within the room, only stronger. At this realisation, he cupped his hand over his nose and mouth almost immediately to stop the sweet, now identified as an aphrodisiac, smell. Thus Midoriya's rationality began slipping from consciousness.

A soft whimper was heard from the omega as his back slid down against the door whilst his legs gave way. He was in a state of lust and want. With each second that passed, his upright thinking was being clouded all the more until his reasonable voices were completely drowned out by devilishly lustful whispers.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you good." The two toned haired male said seductively before picking up the weakened omega bridal style towards his bed.

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Before you hate on Todoroki just know that he is, in my opinion, best boy.

I'm sorry I made him take a more antagonistic role in this AU. But look at this smol boy:

Pls don't send hate towards him uwu