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My Survival Can’t Depend On You

I may be fourteen, but shit happens.

Hisashi Midoriya died. Inko Midoriya was unfit to work. Izuku Midoriya couldn’t get a job. Inko had many health problems which resulted in her being unable to get a job for her own safety. Izuku was not only too young to get a well-paying, full-time job, but he was also quirkless. No one would hire a young quirkless teenager, it just wouldn’t happen.

Izuku wasn’t doing well. Aldera Junior High was a nightmare that he couldn’t escape even when he got home. Cyberbullying chased him in his home and terrors flooded his dreams. To top off his horrible life, Izuku’s secret boyfriend disappeared randomly. No letter, no text, no nothing.

In a state of despair, Izuku gave himself up. Izuku applied for a bunch of rich men looking for a husband. Izuku matches with a twenty-three-year-old being pressured by his family to marry. He was kind and well-spoken. Inko refused to allow the marriage to happen at first, not wanting her son to take the bullet for her. Unfortunately, she had to give in when she realized this would be the only outcome. The only difference would be her existence.

Inko says no, gets a job, and dies. Izuku would be left alone and would get married to survive anyways. Inko says yes, doesn’t get a job, and lives. Izuku would have her support and would be in a smartly planned arranged marriage. This was the better outcome.

Inko surprisingly got along well with her son’s fiancé’s family. Izuku and his fiancé had similar interests and easily got along. The pairing wasn’t the end of the world even if it felt horribly wrong deep down. Izuku had been promised they wouldn’t have to do anything sexual. The marriage was to keep the money rolling in and the family's company in good standing.

Izuku got married within a month of the agreement being finalized. The wedding was glamorized. High-profile idols and celebrities were present at the wedding. Izuku was adored by all, considering his innocent and harmless personality. Izuku was energetic yet kind, making him a magnet for people. He was also headstrong yet easy to compromise with so differences could be put aside and deals could be made with ease.

Izuku and Inko moved into his fiancé’s mansion. The entire family lived there considering it was a ginormous home. The family's name was Tominaga. Yuji was the first name of Izuku's husband. As much as Inko and Izuku hated to admit it, the marriage made them happier. They were no longer alone, brought into the high-status lifestyle by the Tominaga family's new and old money.

Inko now had friends and a good support system. While Mitsuki and Masaru were still good friends, neither bothered to keep in touch. Izuku had a person that would be by his side through thick and thin. Izuku was also introduced to popular celebrities and made his way into the hero world through connections. Soon his ex left his mind as he focused on his husband and helping him with his work.

Aldera became more manageable. Izuku's last name changed so it was now Midoriya-Tominaga. They agreed to combine last names. The principal had a meeting about the situation and found Izuku's situation heartbreaking. Teachers also found out about the name change and didn’t know what to think about it. Some teachers were the same age as Izuku’s husband. The thought of Izuku marrying someone as old as them made them uncomfortable on Izuku's behalf. How could Izuku be married to someone their age?

The school year continued, Izuku met All Might, and Izuku continued climbing upwards. Everything came to a standstill when Izuku spotted Gima Iori, his ex. School had just ended and people flooded outside the campus. Gima was standing a bit before the gates, seeming to look around for someone.

Gima's head turned in Izuku's direction and their eyes locked. Izuku felt a wave of emotions wash over him and soon all he saw was red. The world around him disappeared as he stormed forward. His breathing picked up as betrayal struck his gut.

“Izuku.”

Izuku's fist flew out before he even had a chance to think about it. The one word he wanted to say more than anything beautiful slipped from his lips. “Motherfucker!”

Gima’s head snapped from the hard punch, yelping in pain. “Jesus!”

Everyone standing around outside the Aldera building stopped and watched Izuku punch the shit out of this random guy. Katsuki and his two lackeys Aikawa and Ugumori were stunned into silence. They had been following after Izuku to bully him on his way home. They watched as his pace picked up. They watched him approach someone they didn’t know. They watched him punch the guy into oblivion, sounding beyond pissed.

Izuku pushed a hand against Gima’s face and shoulder before shoving him harshly. Izuku's mouth was turned into a deep frown as he yelled, “Where the fuck have you been?”

The group of students took a moment to look at the guy. He was drop-dead gorgeous. He had stylish black hair that fit the fashion trends. His uniform was red and grey, consisting of a blazer, undershirt, tie, and some slacks. Izuku's punch did some damage as the guy's hair was roughed up. The guy's nose was broken and his lips were busted so some blood decorated his face.

No one knew who he was, but they wanted to.

“I’m bleeding!” complained Gima, touching his face in slight disbelief.

“You disappear! You don’t return my calls!” screamed Izuku as he smacks Gima’s head. Without missing a beat Izuku continues. “My texts—!”

“I had something come up,” grunted Gima in defense, remaining vague about what the problem was.

Izuku visibly didn’t like that answer and wore a pissed smile on his lips as he back-hand-slapped Gima. Gima stumbled, nearly falling from the force of the blow. “Oh! Fuck!”

Katsuki stiffened, watching Izuku attack this stranger with the anger of a thousand gods. He exchanged a look with his two pals and they all looked equally as bewildered. Izuku was cursing, fighting, and making a scene. He never once did these things and avoided them at all costs. To see him doing it so mindlessly made them weary. Whoever this was really crossed Izuku. From the sounds of it, it seems like they’re a backstabber of some sort.

Izuku cried in anguish at Gima. “Fuck!”

Gima ducks away, shouting at Izuku. “Stop hitting me!” Gima rubs his face, trying to soothe the pain in his nose and to check if it was broken.

Izuku took his chance and kicked Gima from behind in his ass.

“Ah! God damn it, enough!”

Izuku kicked him again, resulting in Gima backing away more. “Enough! With the hitting.”

Izuku's fists were clenched, staring at Gima like he was scum. Gima was nothing more than gum on the bottom of Izuku's shoe. Gima swallowed hard and stared at Izuku as he anticipated another attack. Students stood around, whispering and murmuring about what was happening. Some recorded the fight to send it to their friends.

The guy held up a finger, signaling Izuku to wait. “Are you done?”

“Where Gima? Where?” shouted Izuku, anger still visible, but a mix of hurt and confusion is just as present as he searched for an answer.

Gima nodded his head, coming up with a stream of lies. Their conversation died down and wasn’t very easy to hear so some people left, not interested anymore. Many remained, wanting to see what would happen.

Izuku raised his hands to emphasize his point. “For weeks for months?”

Gima nodded, stepping forward. “About a year. On a boat, on a cruise actually.”

“And not a call? Not a text?” accused Izuku, his voice raising again at the bullshit explanation he was being handed.

Gima grew angry upon seeing Izuku wasn't buying his lies. He started yelling nonsense, something about being handcuffed and having a bucket or something to piss in. No one present was buying his elaborate story as well.

Katsuki scoffed, pointing at Gima. “This extra is a fucking idiot. Who would buy that pathetic story?"

“Yeah man. Seems like this Gima dude ghosted Midoriya and is trying to come back like nothing happened,” agreed Ugumori, enjoying the sight of Izuku holding his own.

Aikawa sighed, looking at Izuku. “You’re onto something… but it’s not adding up. Why would Midoriya be so angry about something like that? There has to be more to it. Midoriya never gets angry like this.”

Midoriya lip trembled in anger, getting in Gima’s face. “For a year?”

“For a while, yeah,” spat back Gima, trying to sound convincing as he continued to ramble.

Gima walked around Izuku, causing Izuku to face Katsuki and the others at an angle. Gima was rambling about nonsense and Izuku clearly wasn’t relenting. He looked in a state of disbelief, unable to comprehend Gima’s stupidity. Gima’s performance showed Izuku he thought Izuku was nothing more than a forgiving idiot who had no self-worth. Gima thought Izuku was stupid and that enraged Izuku. Izuku rolled his eyes and scoffed, “That’s bullshit.”

Gima continued talking which was a bad choice as his story got more and more unbelievable. Everything that happened was a stretch and impossible. All it sounded like was an excuse. And that’s all it was: an excuse.

“Then who the hell was that bitch I saw on your account? Yeah, in that post you magically were able to take a picture in the middle of your traumatizing experience?” questioned Izuku, crossing his arms to close himself off. Izuku glared, as he leaned forward in a dominant manner.

“My partner!” yelped Gima. His cheeks heated up as he was caught in a lie.

“Your partner? As in your new play-toy?” remarked Izuku condescendingly, glaring at Gima.

“No, my partner as in crime! And shit, you’re one to talk. You got married!” shouted Gima, spilling the secret Izuku kept in front of everyone.

Conversations halted, cameras stilled, jaws dropped, and breathing stopped. No one believed what had just come out of Gima’s mouth. There was no way Izuku was married, let alone in a relationship. Izuku was a quirkless loser who wasn’t even close to being a legal adult. Gima had been spewing nonsense the entire time so Izuku being married was hard to believe when it came out of Gima's mouth.

Izuku shot back immediately, all his emotions out for the world to see as he bled. He leaned forward, his frown deep as the wrinkles on his forehead appeared from his scowl. His eyes were full of hate, pain, and shame.

“What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to sit on my porch knitting, hoping one day for you to show back up?” yelled Izuku, the resentment in his words sending chills down everyones spines.

Just like that, Izuku had revealed to everyone that what Gima had said was true. Izuku was married. Izuku also revealed Gima was Izuku's ex-boyfriend and that Gima had ghosted him. Gima was an asshole and Izuku somehow got caught up in a marriage in under a year from the sound of it.

Tears were falling down Izuku's face as he yelled, jabbing his hands at Gima. “You disappeared! Gone! Nothing!”

Katsuki watched Izuku lose his shit. Katsuki stood there, seeing the dam of pent-up emotions flooding Izuku's senses. Katsuki saw the destruction that Gima had caused Midoriya. Katsuki stepped forward a bit, finding the power to move again under the tension of the situation.

Gima pinched his nose. Looking at the sky before letting his eyes trail back to Izuku. “I think you deviated my septum.”

Izuku smiled at him in disgust, crossing his arms. “Good. You’re lucky I didn’t have a knife.”

The comment Izuku made caught everyone's attention. Izuku was never one for violence. Izuku was always talking about wanting to save people and become a hero. Mentioning he would’ve stabbed Gima if he had a knife was the very opposite of the Izuku everyone knew.

Izuku raised a hand to his face, wiping the tears that rested on his cheeks before shaking his head. “Oh, Jesus fuck.”

“I know, I know,” sighed Gima, the guilt and disappointment twisted in his sullen expression.

Izuku stepped back, looking away from Gima. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Trust me, I didn’t want to see you either. Finding out your boyfriend is married is the last thing you want to hear,” recalled Gima, making Izuku the bad guy.

Katsuki glared at the asshole, feeling blood boil. “No way this bastard is about to pin this all on Deku.”

“Sorry dude but it seems like that is what’s happening,” sighed Aikawa.

Izuku glared at Gima, pointing. “You don’t get to act like a poor little victim. I know you were happily fucking around on the cruise your disgusting job bought you.”

Most people at Aldera got excited, happy Izuku wasn’t going to let Gima step all over him. Even Katsuki found himself smirking.

“I didn’t even want to get married!” revealed Izuku, throwing his hands out.

“Oh really? Then why did you?” sneered Gima, demanding an explanation he didn’t deserve.

“You proved to me that my survival can’t depend on you. You fucking left without a word. While you were gone my father died and we had no money. My mom couldn’t get a job because I’d rather have her live. So I married a rich guy. Yuji can actually take care of me and my mom financially! I can help him with whatever he needs and I get food on the table, a house over my head, and my mother by my side!”

Katsuki let out a defeated sigh. The truth finally hit him. Izuku was married to some random man and was stuck in a loveless marriage. He never heard about the wedding which meant Inko didn’t even tell his mother about it. This meant Izuku and Inko were going through all of this absolutely alone. Izuku had to sacrifice his love for a random marriage. Izuku didn’t even know what dating felt like and suddenly he was dressed in white and told to walk down the aisle for hundreds to see.

While dread overcame Katsuki, he enjoyed Midoriya insulting Gima indirectly. He also was proud of Izuku for saying everything he did for himself and Inko. Izuku made a big sacrifice for him and his mother's safety and health. Izuku made a selfless choice which as result made Gima look like a huge asshole.

Gima stilled, eyes widening at the information dropped on him. Trying to deflect his guilt, Gima scoffed. “So what? Instead of working an actual job, you turned into a whore?”

It was clear Gima and Izuku were still in their own world because many gasps could be heard. People’s phone’s all shook in rage at how big of an asshole Gima was. Katsuki and his lackeys felt themselves get pissed.

“Gima, are you fucking stupid? I’m quirkless.”

Izuku's hostility surprised Katsuki. For Izuku to call Gima stupid for telling him to get a job was shocking. He and the rest of the class had always mocked Izuku for wanting to be a hero. What no one had thought about was his inability being unable to get a job, let alone a position as a police officer.

Gima rolled his eyes. “All I’m hearing is an excuse. Marriage is meant to be out of love, not convince.”

Izuku rolled his eyes back, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve always known I would marry rich. If I marry, might as well be a rich person. Why would I be ashamed of that?”

“Because you’re sleeping around with a grown man for money.”

“There is no “sleeping around” and there isn’t really any love right now. It’s a business exchange.”

Breathes of relief could be heard when Izuku revealed nothing sexual occurred. The marriage was strictly business. Izuku got money for being married to Yuji and Yuji got money because his status as a married man helped the business. Katsuki felt his fists fall and his breathing even.

“Yeah and that business exchange could also be you working a normal job,” argued Gima, showing he was really bitter about Izuku moving on.

“That’s not possible. I’m quirkless… and as a quirkless person, there’s no way for me to make my own money. Not enough to earn a living or to support my family. And if I had my own money—which I don’t, that money would belong to my husband the moment we got married. And if we had children, they would be his, not mine. They would be his property. So don’t stand there and tell me that marriage isn’t an economic proposition because it is. May not be for you, but it most certainly is for me.

Gima stood there, failing to come up with anything to say. He had been grasping for straws, but he finally ran out. Gima was fumbling out a bunch of grunts and embarrassed huffs. He had embarrassed himself in front of everyone.

Katsuki immediately found guilt nagging him in the back of his head. He had thought he was the worst of it, but discrimination goes deeper than bullying. Izuku clearly had been thinking about his future for a long time, weighing his options. It was being a hero or nothing at all for Izuku. Suddenly everything made a lot more sense. Marriage was the only other way he could make a living since no one would hire a quirkless person for a well-paying full-time job.

Many of Izuku's peers didn’t realize the marriage situation for a quirkless person was significantly different than anyone with a quirk. While quirk marriages were illegal to protect people with quirks, quirkless people were brushed under the rug. Quirkless people could be sold off, owned, or thrown away and the government wouldn’t blink an eye. Being protected by the rich was the only way to survive. Izuku wanted to live for himself by being a hero.

Izuku cleared his throat, wiping his face to erase any hint of care he had for Gima’s existence. “You treated me like shit. I’m happy you ran away because I want nothing to do with you. If wanting to keep my mom healthy and alive makes me a whore, so be it. You’re nothing more than a douchebag who thinks with his dick more than he does with his brain. Get the hell away from my school and stay the hell away for me. Next time I’ll have a knife.”

Gima swallowed hard, frozen under Izuku's glare. Izuku stepped up and sighed, staring at Gima before sending a final blow. The crack managed to echo outside when Izuku's fist made contact with Gima's face. Gima collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Izuku stood over him, looking down at his body with disgust.

“That’s what you get for calling me a whore,” murmured Izuku, rubbing his knuckles.

Stepping on his body before walking, Izuku fixed his hair before disappearing. Katsuki clapped his hands before laughing. “That’s what I like to see.”

Months passed and Izuku got into U.A. flawlessly. Izuku took the recommendation exam. Yuji’s work friend was married to a pro-hero that had attended U.A. and happily recommended Izuku. Izuku remained married to Yuji upon finding the stable relationship comforting. That meant he could easily reject people, avoid worrying about love, and focus on his training.

Katsuki and Izuku had gotten along well after Izuku's stunt at school. People respected Izuku after seeing what he was capable of. Inko reconnected with Mitsuki and Masaru after Katsuki told them about Izuku. That resulted in the duo hanging out whenever Mitsuki and Masaru would visit or Inko would visit.

Katsuki met Yuji and deemed him a respectable figure. He was protective, understanding, and compassionate. They were traits that matched Izuku's needs and the two worked well together. Neither was sexually attracted to the other for many reasons so their marriage seemed more like a dumb marriage pact two friends would have.

Things would work out in the end. Izuku would become a pro-hero. Yuji would find another suitable husband he fell in love with. Izuku and Yuji would divorce. Izuku would buy a place for him and Inko to live that was close to Mitsuki and Masaru’s.

Izuku would finally let himself fall in love. Katsuki would happily let Izuku love him. They’d get together and take things slow. Izuku would finally experience something he’s deprived himself of and grow addicted.

The End.

Inspired by Fiona and Jimmy's fight in Shameless and the conversation between Amy and Laurie in Little Women. They matched up perfectly with the plot I came up with two days ago in the shower.

Alternitive!

What if Danny needs to get married, for whatever reason and really doesn’t want to so he just makes a nigh impossible puzzle box and puts it in a place no one will ever find it.

Tim finds it cuz the energy/magic readings on the box and manages to solve it after a couple weeks, excited to see what he gets he moves the last piece only for there to be a random guy in front of you dragging his hands down his face groaning because of something called the "Danny luck"

Congrats Tim! You get married!

Everything, including the bride. WAIT, BRIDE?!

Pariah Dark had, much like in the afterlife, had been a tyrant ruler when he was alive. He ruled with an iron fist and despite having many trophy concubines (from conquests and others) he wanted his actual partner to have some intelligence. So he set up a magical puzzle box and whoever solved it would have the honor of being his 'Queen'.... That was all before he died of course and later forgot about the box when he set his conquering sights on the Infinte Realms.

But some things from the living can still count even in death.

So when Tim Drake found the box at his first and only archeologist dig site he was brought to with his parents and solved said box after sneaking off with it he unknowingly became the Ghost Kings 'bride'.... Unknowingly he dodged that huge bullet when years later Danny Phantom beat Pariah Dark in rites of conquest and gained everything under Pariah's name...

Including his future 'bride.'

zutara political marriage of convenience au

i started writing the fanfic about this post: https://www.tumblr.com/ireadfanfictionstuff/770987521978105856/alr-alr-so-hear-me-out-in-the-agni-kai-vs-azula

and HERE is a section of the first chapter which is now on ao3 @rrachulswrites ! this is my first fic on this account! also unbeta'ed and probably not too great, but ENJOY!!:)))

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(side note: would love a beta tysm)

Chapters: 1/?

And if Katara has to sign her life away to a humid country that’s as far away from as she can get, she would do it in a heartbeat for Zuko. If only that would work. If only.

She almost doesn’t hear the first part of what Azula says, but her brain grips onto the second part like a hook through a salmontuna. “Zuzu, of course, the only solution is evident. You’ve thought of it already, haven’t you?”

“You simply have to marry her.”

Katara might faint.

Arranged Marriage/Marriage of Convenience between Zuko/Katara (Aged Up Characters/Canon Divergent after the finale)

Cliche but still stupidly accurate Maxley fanfic or oneshot idea

So basically Bradley (and maybe also Max) finally graduate College and now it’s up for the poor GAMMA leader to find get into a successful job as a Doctor (since that’s what he’s suspected to be studying for in College with how long he’s been there)

But then suddenly, his parents (depends on who you feel is more of a bad parent towards him) to tell Bradley that they’ve set him up for an arranged marriage with another wealthy family’s daughter — he hates it but can only agree and heads off to cry somewhere because his parent(s) didn’t rven acknowledge him for his achievements; just straight up pulled the “marriage card” and he guesses “grandkids card” would be pulled next after all of this.

So he storms off and decides to cry somewhere in the dark of the night, where Max is ironically close to, so Max spots him, tries to scoot his way into a conversation (which Bradley tried so hard to turn down), but eventually they get there and decide to talk for a bit (not getting to personal at the moment).

Max sort’ve unofficially befriends Bradley and they soon go their separate ways once the Goof gives him a tissue to blow on once he subtly sees the other is upset.

The two end up meeting each other in the same spot again because the universe (all of us) randomly just wanted them to be there again and again; and they grow to be close friends, and their little GIANT ASS crushes (from whatever the hell the “An Extremely Goofy Movie” was with all that tention) grows into a BEHEMOTH as time grows.

Eventually Bradley meets his “fiancé” and they don’t really get to know each other and instead sit in silence when they’re left by their parents to bond — which is just awkward until Max decides to call and asks to meet up.

And he goes, but when he seed the girl as quiet as a mouse, he decides to let her join so their parents don’t get suspicious (he tells a butler to tell them they’re going on a “date” or something). And blah blah blah, they all get to know each other along with Max’s other friends and they all learn neither Bradley nor the girl (or whatever name you can think of) doesn’t wanna get married.

A high and over his head Bobby randomly mutters a plan when Bradley and the girl and him are left alone while PJ and Barrette girl (does she even have a name?) dance while Max goes to get them some more food: and that was it.

So during the fake relationship with Uppercrust and his “new future wife” towards their parents and family members, they start to hatch plans behind their back.

Max and Bradley get closer and closer until one day, they both find themselves on the dance floor and kiss for the fucking first time, and take it backstage where they enjoy dancing in the rain instead of near a lot of eyes (where Bradley grows paranoid and conscious of due to his parents and reputation). Tada! They start to date.

The day of the wedding comes, and Bradley calls Max and his friends to come at [insert the damn time], and they agree. When “Bradley’s bride” starts to walk down the aisle, she makes a run and Bradley creates the illusion of he’s after her to bring her back to their new life, when really; he’s just following her towards their escape.

They makes it out of the door, and Max, PJ, Bobby and Barrette girl come in masked with a get away car, and the girl dives head in first (like that one video of where the bride runs away and the driver drives off while her legs are still up in the air) while Bradley takes shotgun and Max drives off quickly before anyone could catch them.

And then they crash the car, blow the car up to where not even the drivers plate is identifiable, and Bradley and Max are happy, with the girl (who somehow stole the expensive ass wedding rings from the ceremony) gives it to Bradley and Max and they basically propose.

So fast forward, Max and Bradley gets married, Bradley changes his name to “Bradley ‘Tennyson’ Goof” (Tennyson just fit in with the name, you can change it if you like), and they are happily living together with their kids (surrogate or maybe Max is trans).

Bradley continued with being a doctor so he can provide for his family, and Max is probably a tattoo artist or something (who knows?), PJ and his girlfriend are engaged, Bobby is still high as fuck, and the girl is a happy aunt/sister to Bradley.

And they live happily ever after or something! (That is if Goofy doesn’t screw up with how clumsy the poor old man is)

I’m probably gonna turn this into a fic, but you are still free to use the idea (with credit of course)

MARRY THE TRAITOR ; gojo satoru

⟡ the day you met your demise is the same day you met gojo satoru, your betrothed from a world so different from yours—a cruel prince who is undoubtedly in love with someone else. as the stakes rise and you race against the clock to beat your brutal fate, can you make the ultimate choice between your heart or your happily ever after?

includes: fem!reader, reader is a florist in our world, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn, yandere!gojo, prince!gojo, princess!reader, reader is in cerena's body, princess cerena is described to have pink hair and feminine features, isekai-ed reader, mentions of death, mentions of blood, assault, injuries, smoking, mentions of terminal illnesses (cancer), language

⟡ masterlist

ACT 1, SCENE 1: MIRI'S REPRIEVE

It was horrifyingly cold tonight. 

Your body seized with bouts of shivers the second you stepped out of your shop, the smell of roses lingering in your hair. The lights are already switched off, the tulips you were shearing just a few seconds ago placed in crystal vases by the shop window to keep them from wilting overnight. 

However, as much as you try to distract yourself, there’s a shake in your hands you cannot ignore.

Pulling out a crumpled cigarette from your jacket pocket, you burn the end of the white stick with your cheap convenience store lighter, watching the flickering flames cast shadows across the wet road as you’re suddenly struck by a thought from a long, long time ago. 

The great Greek philosopher, Plato, once theorized that humans were born whole. 

Each of us, regardless of race, creed, or religion, shared one body, four arms, four legs and two faces fused together on a singular head. 

However, the gods—vain as they were—feared the human’s increasing power and Zeus himself devised to split them into two separate parts, forever condemning mortals to search for their other half in a journey filled with despair, longing and loneliness.  

The first time you heard this in Philosophy 101, a part of you was intrigued, if not a little terrified at the notion. While you weren’t a particularly huge subscriber to the idea of having a soulmate, it did have a sense of appeal for a girl raised on stories of handsome princes saving dainty princesses from their castles of grief and isolation. 

But, tonight, your jumbled mind can’t stay on Plato or distractions for too long. It constantly circles back to your mom.  

The scans she took had came back positive, and the doctor’s bleak voice on the other end of the line read like a death knell to your flimsy hopes that the cancer hadn’t spread further than her stomach. 

Your eyes weighed heavily, the burden of knowing sanding you to the bare bones till you felt close to breaking down on the cold road, screaming and shaking your fist at the night sky; cursing the gods for tearing the only person in the world who still loved you from your side.

Why they did it, you will never know. 

You weren’t exceptionally powerful nor did you pose a threat to the deities above. You were a simple florist in the middle of the city, trying to make ends meet and pay all your bills on time; nothing but a tax-paying citizen and a role model for small business women trying to make it big in a competitive city.

Smoke curls around your figure and you suck on the nicotine, letting it coat the back of your throat and numb the ends of your fingers.

Oblivious to your surroundings, you tread past an alleyway, ignoring the scampering of rats and smell of garbage burning through your nose. You inhale another toxic breath, expelling it out and watching the plume of smoke disappear upwards.

“Hey.” 

Nothing could prepare you for what came next. 

Turning around to appraise the voice calling you from the shadows, white hot pain cracks through your head, leaving you blind from the sudden assault.

Your cigarette falls somewhere at your feet, and you tumble to the gravelly ground on your hands and knees, skinning your palms as your ragged breaths echo in this dilapidated and abandoned alleyway. 

A hand shoots out to grab your purse, and before you can croak a yell or blindly turn to confront your assailant, another blow cracks down your skull, making you collide face first into the dirt-packed ground. 

Pain explodes in your face, white-hot and agonizing. Your breathing and the sound of blood rushing through your ears is the only thing you can hear as you breathe in the smell of dirt and blood, your head feeling like a thousand sparks of pain were going off at once. 

Cracking open your good eye, you catch a sliver of light in the distance; it washes over you, potent and soothing. The light at the end of the alleyway shimmers, and you think this is it—this is the last thing you will see from this world. 

Not your mother’s smile, or your best friend’s laugh. There are no flowers in your hand, no loved ones standing over your sickbed to kiss your cheek one last time before you depart this world.

It’s you, the floor, the blood trickling in your mouth, and your consciousness slowly ebbing away.

The last thing you remember before your world snuffs out like a pathetic candle is seeing the beady eyes of a rat shining in the dark, its long tail curling around its dirty body as it scampers closer and closer to you. 

And then, nothing else remains.

“... care to explain yourself?” 

The world is too bright, much too loud and you cringe back, a loud ringing clanging in your ears like the high-pitched squeal of a thousand nails on a chalkboard. 

What… is this scene? 

Your eyes struggle against the bright light and you wince, throwing your hand up to your face to ward off the glare. 

When your gaze finally focuses, you’re confronted by a pair of ice cold blue eyes, his sneer tearing through your mind like a bloody gash on white canvas. 

“Are you an imbecile?” His chilling tone laced with arrogance and contempt sears through you, leaving you mute and dumbstruck from this stranger’s sudden hostility. “I asked you if you would like to explain the accusations brought against you for hurting Miri.”

A girl with bright red hair and freckles splashed across her cheeks looks up at you with fear in her eyes. You take a step back, assessing her attire and countenance with open horror. Her pale face like the moon, dirt-streaked hands with stubby nails and a uniform splotched with indiscernible stains. 

But, that isn’t what draws your attention: it’s the look of contempt secretly masked under her woeful and pitiful expression. Those green eyes burn through you with the force of a thousand deaths, each one more painful than the last.

“Cerena.” 

Your eyes grow wider when you realize this strange man is speaking to you—calling you by an unknown name. 

As your attention shifts back to him, you’re stunned and breathless. His shock of pure white hair, towering stature and cruel, azure gaze never yields from your expressions, thin lips twisted into a baleful grimace. His attire is one you have never seen before: a regal, embroidered jacket and matching pants in the darkest shade of navy blue. Regalia and military medals drip from the lapels of his jacket like icy tears, each metallic glint striking more fear into your heart as you take in his majestic and imposing demeanor.

“I said, speak, wench!” 

Dexterous and pale fingers, like that of a violinist, grasps your jaw painfully as he jerks your face towards him. Instinctively, you tense and push him away, a petrified look on your face.

“Who are you?” 

Obviously, it wasn’t a question he was expecting. The princely man gives a dignified scoff, the corners of his lips twisting into a terrifying sneer. 

“Oh, so now you're playing the short term memory loss card? Stop begging for attention, Cerena, and own up to your mistakes.” He moves aside and the maid cowering behind him lifts her teary eyes to him, her pitiful state clearly tugging on his heart strings and his protective instincts. “Miri told me you slapped her when she wouldn’t braid your hair fast enough, and you even threw your tea at her. Pray tell, is that a way how a princess acts, Your Highness?” 

His words drip with venomous sarcasm. You open your mouth and then close it, unsure of how to respond to him—what you could even say in these circumstances.

But inside of you, welling deeply and painfully, is a surge of anger at being falsely accused for something you did not do. You have no idea who he is, who Miri was to him and who even is this woman called ‘Cerena’ he keeps on referring to you as.

What you do know is that he has slighted you with his openly hostile tone and body language, and if years of being a florist in a cutthroat business has taught you, it’s that you should always stand your ground against unruly customers to safeguard your reputation and dignity.

“I have no idea what you are speaking of,” your words come out frostier than you intended. Your sharp gaze sweeps to the other maids observing the spectacle with stony faces. “I wish to go back to my room.” 

Turning on your heel, you take one step forward and realize just how heavy your gown is. Lace and organza with dangling pendants woven through the thick fabric, you move as if walking in a vat of molasses, slow and controlled, when all you want to do is storm off. 

“Hey. I am not done speaking to you—”

It’s easy for him to catch up and grab your arm, impeding you from making your swift exit.

“Is this how you are to treat your subjects when we become wedded, Cerena? I would think that the princess of Kraith herself would have better manners and not behave like a barbarian!” 

His words snap something tight in your chest, and your nostrils flare. You break free from his grasp and spin around, fists clenched to your sides.

“Do not touch me,” your deathly warning stills the entire room. “Do not speak to me like this and if you wish to protect her reputation—”

Your eyes fall on the maid still cowering on the floor, her eyes turned to the ground, but a shadow of a smirk on her face belies her true intentions. 

She was attempting to frame me… or, Cerena. She is trying to get us in trouble with this powerful, spiteful man. 

“—next time, choose someone else who doesn’t make it obvious that this is all a ploy to smear my name.”

mtt fun fact: maids are divided into different tiers according to the nobles they serve. miri is at the bottom tier, and her scope of work mainly focuses on cleaning the hallways and stables

dawn says: it's bit of a shorter chapter, but trust, the drama is gonna hit you like thief-kun when he smashed our heads in yayy <33

!! reblogs and feedback and asks about this series are so beloved and appreciated and will motivate me to update and write faster <3

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✩°｡ ⋆ UNHOLY MATRIMONY

fushiguro megumi x reader

⭑ — PREMISE. in another life, in which fate is still screwing his life over, Fushiguro Megumi finds himself in an arranged marriage―with you.

⭑ — GENRE/WARNINGS. arranged marriage au, aged-up megumi, family drama, angst to eventual fluff, domesticity, hurt/comfort, profanity (from naoya, mostly), suggestive themes, mentions and descriptions of aggressive behavior, blood, violence, panic attack, minor character death

⭑ — STATUS. ongoing | playlist | ko-fi

prelude -> one ⋆ to be wed -> two ⋆ unholy matrimony -> three ⋆ the right husband -> four ⋆ going downhill -> five ⋆ sinner's punishment -> six ⋆ a longer dream -> seven ⋆ love unspoken -> eight ⋆ all falls down -> nine ⋆ all done -> ten ⋆ a death wish -> eleven ⋆ transcendent truth -> twelve ⋆ the most twisted curse -> thirteen ⋆ seize your happiness -> last ⋆ to the one i love

© CHULUOYI. do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my works in any platforms

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Arranged marriages are still a thing. Unfortunately, with the overflow of new heroes, you had to be the best of the best to shine, but with personal problems in the way things got harder, so your family sold you in order to keep living the luxurious life they always had. Now you’re married to the number 4 hero, and meeting an old flame might ignite something explosive.

⇢ chapter one

⇢ chapter two

⇢ chapter three

⇢ chapter four

⇢ chapter five

⇢ chapter six

⇢ chapter seven

⇢ chapter eight

more coming soon...

Love Comes Tsundere - ch.1

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader

Work In Progress AO3

I write for attention. <3

A complicated villain takedown puts Bakugou Katsuki in a cumbersome position with the Hero Safety Commission. To appease the commission, Bakugou reluctantly agrees to enter an arranged marriage with you, the quirkless daughter of a prominent member on the commission. Now you and Katsuki have to figure out how to live and maybe even learn to love someone you don't truly know.

Warnings:

R-18 Adults Only, Explicit Content, Arranged Marriage, Fluff, Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Gradual Romance, Eventual Smut, Tsunder Bakugou Katsuki, Female Reader, Loving Sex, Sweet Sex

Chapter 1 - The Catch of The Lure

The warm scent of freshly printed paper and the still silence of an empty office made for a boring wait, especially if you were a pro hero strongly accustomed to action. The drone of professional gray walls, chill of metal filing cabinets, and the reek of power from a fancy polished desk told the young hero that person who occupied this office was powerful but most likely impotent. On top of that, the office jackass was making the hero waiting damn near forever to talk about damage control. Inconsiderate bastard.

Finally, the door opened and the overcompensating ass himself walked in. "About damn time!" The young hero growled, his piercing red eyes shooting the older man a death glare. "I've been waiting for damn near an hour."

"My apologies, young Bakugou," The drawl of his false regret caused Bakugou's eye to twitch as the man moved past Bakugou's chair to sit at his desk, "it's quite a mess out there, you know."

"Of course I damn know!" Bakugou huffed, running a hand through his spikey, blonde locks. "I got stuck in the middle of all that damn shit and there was nothing I could do to stop it!"

"Yes, quite an unfortunate turn of events. It's a shame but also understandable, you were off-duty and were ill-prepared for dealing with the chaos. It is a bit of a complex situation but I think I can manage to resolve with minimal damage." The man's tone dripped with satisfaction and Bakugou couldn't help the feeling that somehow this guy had something over him and planned to use it against him. "I can have this whole little 'incident' cleared up for you in no time, but in return I have a request to make of you."

Bakugou let out an exasperated sigh, "Of course you do. Well, what the hell do you want?"

The smsug smile on the office bastards face made Bakugou's skin crawl. "Why, I'm so glad you asked. I've noticed that throughout your entire high school and rookie hero career, you've never had yourself a pretty little lady to swoon on your shoulder. Now that could be because you're waiting for the right little lady or maybe you feel as though you don't have time for petty relationships with your line of work and wanting to be number one, but I have my own theories... Personally, I think you just lack the drive for it. Instead of pursuing girls like most men, you chase after power and success. I've heard a few rumors that you're simply not interested in the opposite sex, but I think if that were the case you would have made a move on that Red Riot you used to go to school with. Either way-"

"Is there a point behind all this or do you just like hearing yourself talk?" Bakugou interrupted, disliking how the man brought up his love life.  Lack the drive? Bakugou's blood boiled. Unlike this impotent ass I don't need some random bitch to help me get off! Just 'cause I'm not chasing horny ass females like a dog in heat doesn't mean I'm impotent. And what the hell is he implying about me and Kirishima? Who the hell does he think he is? He'd never admit it, but he had always thought of Kirishima as a brother. He'd never thought of his red-haired friend in that manner before.

The man tapped his fingers on his desk and eyeing Bakugou and taking into account the blonde's obvious aggravation. He considered his next words carefully. "Yes, I suppose I should be getting to the point. I, and many of my colleagues, are not particularly thrilled at the idea of helping you clean up this mess, nor are we obligated to. That said, I'm willing to resolve the outside issue for you if you agree to marry my daughter." 

"You want me to do what?" Bakugou blinked, knowing full well what he'd heard but wanting to confirm it.

"Marry my daughter." A slimy, satisfied smile plastered the bastard's face. He turned a photo on his desk for Bakugou to see. "Marrying her off to a powerful, young hero is my best course of action for making sure she is cared for when I'm gone. You see, she's quirkless so she needs someone strong with a good head on his shoulders to take care of her."

Bakugou stared at the photo, the young woman in the picture wasn't terrible looking. Plain, [s/c] skin and simple, [h/c] hair framing a shy face with [e/c] eyes. She didn't look like she would be a bitch, she kind of looked like a nerd. Like damn Deku. He glanced back at her bastard father. What if she was like him? "What happens if I don't marry her?" He had to weigh all his options. Even if she wasn't horrible to look at and had a decent personality, he still wasn't overly fond of marrying a complete stranger.

"Well, let's just say without me to help clean up the mess then you'll likely lose your hero license and any chance at being a hero down the road. No one else will help you, especially if I tell them I tried to help you and you turned me down. Add to that the fact that you aren't exactly equipped with the tools for fixing this mess and your chances at getting everything resolved disappear completely and leave you and your hero career in the dust."

Bakugou stiffened, sparks popping from his hands. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"True, but the public won't see it that way." The man pointed out smugly, clearly not intimidated by the little explosions going off. " If it helps, you can think of it this way-you don't necessarily have to love her, just marry her and take care of her for the deal to be in place. If she doesn't satisfy your needs or neither of you are interested then just get you a little honey to keep on the side."

A long moment of silence passed before Bakugou spoke again, his head spinning. He hated how nonchalant the bastard was about implying having multiple girls to satisfy different needs. It certainly didn't feel right, but if he wanted to become the number one hero then he couldn't afford to lose his hero license even if only for a short while. With a defeated sigh he asked, "When do we get married?"

THE LOVE YOU GET IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU GIVE | PART ONE

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, aged up characters, arranged marriage, dub con (just in case), body worship, oral + fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex, edging, overstimulation, creampie, dacryphilia, just a dash of angst Word Count: 6.5k a/n: I’m not certain how many parts there will be, at least 3, maybe 4.  I wanted to get this part out at least before working on my next collab piece though.

Summary: When your parents arrange for you to wed Bakugou Katsuki, you start to actually fall for the brash hero, but no matter how hard you try to please him, you worry he’ll never feel the same for you, and you come to realize you desperately want him to.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

You were getting married.

You were getting married to one, Bakugou Katsuki—the pro hero, Dynamight.

In reality it was a quirk marriage, but no one dared call it that.  Your parents and his insisted it was because they were worried about your prospective love lives, worried that you’d both end up alone if it were left up to you.  They only had your best interests at heart.

You still didn’t know how you felt about it—no, that was a lie—you were terrified.  You’d heard of Bakugou’s famed hot blooded temper and brooding attitude, and you, you were everything he wasn’t.  

You were meek, quiet, clumsy.  Your confidence was nowhere near as high as his.  Even your quirk, in your opinion, wasn’t all that great—even if your parents seemed to think it would match well with his.  

You had no real domestic skills; you were hopeless when it came to cooking or fixing things, and cleaning wasn’t exactly your strong suite, nor had you ever really excelled at your job either.  What could you offer Bakugou other than your quirk… or your body?  You felt like a piece of meat your parents had offered up to the wolves and it wasn’t fair.

Though, it wasn’t like you had many prospects on your own.  This was probably your only chance. 

The intrusive thought twisted your stomach.  Sure, you’d dated before, but nothing really serious.  Nothing that ever progressed farther than a second date or a one night stand.  In your family’s eyes you would soon be a spinster and they acted, pouncing on the marriage offer without even telling you first.

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Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega *CHAPTER 10 - There's a First Time For Everything

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Kimi has never regretted being so honest with her alphas as she was the day before. They spent the entire morning getting her riled up in between their normal morning routine. As she made breakfast, Shouta stood behind her, gently rubbing her through her clothes and caressing her breasts. There was never enough pressure to make her come, but there was plenty enough to make her crave it.

 When she finished making breakfast, he pulled away as if nothing happened and ate happily with Hizashi at the table. When she confronted him about it, he shrugged it off like he didn’t know what she was talking about and Hizashi played into his game, also saying he didn’t know what she was talking about. 

She begrudgingly eats her breakfast, trying to shift around to be comfortable in her newly moistened panties. Aizawa throws her some pity after a particularly long sigh leaves Kimi. “Hey, don’t worry. You’ll get what you need. You just gotta wait a little for it, ok?”

The wink he gives her sends a shiver down her spine and makes her obediently nod. After breakfast is an excruciating workout session with her alphas. After her regular stretches are completed, Hizashi runs next to her on the treadmill before reaching over and bumping up her speed to higher than normal. Shouta also doesn’t give her relief as he has her weight training with weights just a little heavier than her usual ones.

She puts on a strong face through it all, not wanting to disappoint. Normally one alpha would push her limits but having both leaves her body feeling a bit more tired than she’s accustomed to. They take a break, letting her shower, before joining her on the couch to watch a show. 

When she gets up to start making lunch for everyone, Hizashi takes his turn to rile her up. His hands wander all over her body as she struggles to get things made. She’s once again left pent up as she sits at the table with her alphas to eat. Her chest feels heavy with longing and her core keeps clenching on nothing. 

“Guys,” she whines out at one point, grabbing both of her alpha’s attention immediately. “I don’t think I can take too much more teasing.”

Shouta gives Hizashi a knowing look before flashing Kimi a sinister smile. “I think you’re fine,” he says with a cocky tone. He goes back to eating and his partner mirrors the action. Both were seemingly unfazed by their omega’s outburst. She pouts but accepts that she’ll just have to continue to wait.

The rest of the afternoon goes on as normal. The two alphas grade some papers and take care of prepping for the upcoming school week while Kimi reads on the couch next to them. Or at least, tries to read. Her eyes frequently gloss over the words on the pages and she finds herself frequently rereading passages to actually absorb what’s happening. 

Her breath is a bit ragged and she can’t seem to find a comfortable spot on the couch. She’s sure she’s probably stinking up the whole house with her needy scent but she can’t find it in herself to care. 

She gets frustrated enough to get up to get some water in the kitchen. She’s hoping the coolness of the drink will offset the warmth spreading through her body. Gulping down a whole glass of water, she sighs deeply before pouring herself another cup.

She can’t wrap her head around what her alphas are doing. She knows it’s in preparation for tonight, but they’ve never done something like this before. Normally, when they try something new, they give her a heads-up and walk her through what’s going to happen. She can’t help but feel a little frustrated at the loss of control and the lack of knowing why they’re doing this.

She makes her way through another half of a glass of water. Deciding to fill it up before she returns to the living room, she starts filling it up again. Two sets of hands come from behind her. One gently grabs the pitcher of water from her hands. The other pulls her to their chest before wrapping a blindfold around her eyes. She tenses at the lack of sight, but Shouta’s soothing hands rub up and down her arm. “It’s ok, love. We’ve got you.” 

She lets herself relax as he picks her up and bridal-carries her into their bedroom. He lowers her onto the bed and she moves to get comfortable sitting against the pillows. Her senses heighten as she waits for either of them to make their presence known. 

The bed dips beside her and she quickly recognizes that it’s Hizashi cuddling up next to her. At some point in their journey to the bedroom, he took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He starts to help her match his attire by slowly taking off her shirt. She raises her hands to help and leans forward off the bed so he can unclasp her bra.

She happily sighs as her breasts fall from their entrapment. Hizashi slightly chuckles as he tosses the bra to the floor and gently caresses her breasts.

As he starts massaging her breasts, a second pair of hands lightly touches her legs. Not expecting it, Kimi jumps a little.

“Sorry,” Shouta apologizes softly. His hands trace up and down her legs, matching Hizashi’s gentle speed. His hands slowly make their way up to the waistband of her skirt and he gently lowers it down, leaving her in just her panties. The two men then move away from Kimi, readjusting their positions on the bed. 

She can sense someone next to her head, but can’t figure out where the other person is. That is until there’s another dip in the bed between her spread-out legs.

Wanting to ground herself, she turns her head towards the man next to her, slowly reaching her hands out. Her hands meet solid muscle. 

At first, she thinks this may be Hizashi since she knows that he has already taken his pants off. Her hands explore a bit more, feeling up and down the leg. The strength and toned muscles of the calves have her quickly realizing that it’s actually Shouta in front of her. 

Kimi realizes he probably took off his pants to try and make her think it was Hizashi. She smiles as she brings her lips to his legs, giving them a small peck.

“Hi, Sho’,” she says softly, enjoying the slight teakwood scent wafting from his body. 

“Hi, baby,” he says. She can hear the light smile in his voice.

Hizashi mimics her actions, giving her a small peck on her legs. 

“Hi ‘Zash,” she says, turning her head in the direction she thinks he’s at.

“Hi, baby,” he mimics, enhancing her smile.

Shouta lightly grabs Kimi’s hands, trying not to startle her. He slowly pulls them up, dragging her hands along his boxers. They slowly drag over his hard cock before he guides her to the top of his boxers. 

As he does so, Hizashi mirrors the actions on Kimi. She sucks in a breath as his hands linger where she’s sensitive before moving to the top of her panties.

Shouta lets go of Kimi’s hands, allowing her to decide what she wants to do. Eagerly, she grips the tops of the boxers. She pulls them down with one hand and her other hand splays out on his pelvis. 

Once again, Hizashi mirrors her actions. She can feel her soaked panties slightly fight coming off of her core, making Hizashi let out a small, fuck. Once they’re removed, he rubs circles into her thighs, her glistening core on display for him. 

Kimi’s hands run across Shouta’s skin, settling right above his cock. She gasps as Hizashi runs his fingers above her in the same area. Her right-hand moves further down, finding the base of Shouta’s hard cock, while her left-hand stays on his pelvis to keep herself steady. Hizashi’s fingers move down over her clit, through her folds, and right past her slit. The movement makes her pussy twitch in anticipation. 

Moving her hand up Shouta’s shaft, she finds his tip and gives it a rub with her thumb. Hizashi in turn rubs his thumb over her clit, lightly applying pressure. Licking her lips, she reaches her head forward, encasing Shouta’s lip with her mouth. 

He swears from above her as Hizashi lowers his head to Kimi’s pelvis, giving her slit a lick. She breathes around Shouta’s cock before bringing more of it into her mouth. As she builds up a steady rhythm, Hizashi gets to work, slowly eating her out in the way she craves.

She can’t help but to feel a little embarrassed at how close she is already, but she figures that it’s due to all the teasing from throughout the day. She’s also thrilled about the new blindfold addition. It’s making her focus on how good everything feels rather than focusing on what’s going on or how she looks. 

Hizashi’s fingers curl deliciously deep in her pussy, hitting the spot that makes her brain short-circuit. She moans around Shouta’s cock and he grips her hair in response. 

“Close already?” Hizashi teases from between her legs. She whines, embarrassed but ultimately nods as saliva builds up around the corners of her mouth. “So cute,” he coos. His thumb lightly rubs around her clit, making her buck slightly. He knows her body so well and she struggles not to cum as he plays her body perfectly. The soreness from their previous workout makes it way more difficult to tense up and hold back like she normally can.

“It’s ok, baby. You can cum, don’t fight it,” Hizashi encourages as he keeps up his strokes. “You’ve been pent up all day, haven’t you? Go ahead and cum for us, baby. We wanna hear you.”

She tries to fight it, not wanting it to end, but his pressure increases slightly and she can’t help it. She takes as much of Shouta in her mouth as she can while she moans through her orgasm. Shouta curses and tightens the grip on her hair as she works her way through the orgasm.

Pulling off his cock, drool dribbles around Kimi’s chin and onto her neck. She takes a moment to breathe, the supporting hand on Shouta’s leg shaking slightly. 

“So good,” Shouta hums from above her, lightly caressing the top of her head. He backs away slowly so she has time to regain her balance. Her head moves to where she assumes Hizashi is. 

“You’re too good at that,” she huffs with a smile. He lets out a breathy laugh that sounds a little weird, but Kimi gets startled out of her thoughts when someone lightly removes her blindfold. She blinks her eyes open, watching as Shouta backs away with a cocky grin.

Hizashi is sitting at the end of the bed. His mouth is covered in Kimi’s release and his pupils are blown wide. Shouta slightly bends down to grip Hizashi’s chin, pulling him into a passionate kiss. 

They gasp and pant into each other’s mouths, licking off her essence as they deepen the kiss. Kimi can’t help but watch them in awe, her hands trailing down to where Hizashi’s mouth just was. She loved watching them enjoy one another and they knew it.

“Don’t,” Shouta slightly scolds her, making her freeze. He’s glaring at her from the corner of his eye. “You just came, you’re fine. If you touch yourself, you’ll be in trouble, got it?”

“Yes,” she squeaks, pulling her hands away with a red face. 

Pleased by her compliance, he goes back to kissing his husband. The hand on Hizashi’s chin rubs its way down his neck to his chest where it slowly plays with a nipple. Hizashi whines and bucks into nothing as Shouta explores his body.

When they break their kiss, Hizashi gasps for a breath. “Fuck, Sho’.” he breathes. 

“Sorry. You just tasted so good,” Shouta teases, wiping the Hizashi’s bottom lip with his thumb.

Kimi’s core clenches as she watches them hungrily, desperate for attention. She doesn’t realize she’s letting out a small whine until Shouta chuckles at her.

“Desperate, are we?” he teases.

“We did rile her up pretty good,” Hizashi playfully grins. “I’d be aching for some cock too.” 

Kimi locks her knees together under their gazes, suddenly feeling bashful. 

“Alright,” Shouta says with an eye roll and a cocky grin. “Let’s give her what she needs then, hm?” 

He stands up, extending a hand to Hizashi, helping him up. As they make their way to the bed, Shouta sensually runs his hands over his husband. He takes a moment to be selfish, feeling up his arms and chest. When they reach the bed, he kisses the back of his neck, making Hizashi let out a small pleased noise. 

Shouta’s hands continue their exploration, trailing over his husband’s chest and stomach before lowering down to his cock. Kimi bites her lip as she watches her alphas play with each other. Hizashi closes his eyes as Shouta looks directly at Kimi while he slowly pumps Hizashi’s cock. 

Her eyes dart between her alphas and her alpha’s cock, enjoying how good they both look. Hizashi lets out a ragged breath, making Shouta stop his movements. He kisses his neck before pulling back.

“Go ahead and lay down on the bed,” Shouta tells Hizashi softly. Kimi shuffles over on the bed to give Hizashi more room. Once he’s lying down, Shouta leans over again, giving him a kiss, before standing up and looking at Kimi.

“Think you’re ready for that cock, princess?” he prompts. 

Kimi excitedly shakes her head but stays where she’s at, not wanting to misbehave. 

“Ok,” Shouta says with a loving smile. “I think you’ve waited long enough, go ahead and climb up,” he instructs her. Excitement courses through her body as she moves to adjust herself over Hizashi.

Waves of the citrusy smell she loves so much greet her as she settles above his legs. Wanting to pick up where Shota left off, she lightly grabs Hizashi’s cock and strokes it a few times. 

Her eagerness doesn’t allow her to savor his gasps as she quickly hovers herself over his cock. Hizashi’s gasps soon turn to whines as she rubs his tip through her folds, coating him in her slick. 

Desperate, she doesn’t last long before guiding him in and lowering herself fully onto him. They both groan out as she takes a moment to adjust to his length. While she’s gotten plenty used to their size in the past couple of months, there’s still a slight stretch that always causes her eyes to roll back. 

“ Fuck ,” moans out Hizashi. “She’s still so tight, Sho’.” He pants a little while he grabs at her hips. He guides her up and down at a new angle that has her gripping his cock with her inner walls. Kimi panics a little, tightening even more on Hizashi’s cock, making him hiss. Shouta moves to the side of them, grabbing Kimi’s chin.

“Hey, hey. Don’t panic, you’re good, princess. Don’t worry, we’re going to take care of you, ok?”

Kimi bites her lip, unsure. Small tears prick the corners of her eyes. “Ok,” she says shakily. 

“Atta girl,” Shouta grins, before moving back behind her. “Now, I want you to focus on riding Hizashi, ok? If you find a spot that feels really good, let us know ok?”

“Ok,” she says nodding. Shouta grabs her hips, helping her get into a comfortable rhythm. She starts panting when she finds the spot that feels the best. “T-there,” she moans out. 

“Good,” Shouta practically purrs. “Good girl. Now, keep doing that, but you can’t cum.”

“Wha-?” Kimi questions as she obediently keeps her rhythm. Her legs are a bit more shaky than normal as a result of the extra workout this morning.

Shouta bends down a little, kissing his mark, lovingly. “That’s right love. No cumming. I’m going to play with you a little, so try to focus on just being a good girl, ya?”

Kimi’s head starts to feel the familiar fog of drop prick her senses. “Yeah,” she whines out. 

“Good,” Shouta breathes onto her neck before giving it another small kiss. His hands move from their spot on her hip. One grabs a breast in one hand and the other slowly makes its descent onto her clit.

Kimi twitches when his hand starts rubbing slowly over both her nipple and her clit. “ Ah, fuck ,” she whines. 

Hizashi moves one of his hands onto her hip and the other drags something along the side of her leg. When she looks down, she finds him bringing a blue bullet vibrator to her clit.

She scrambles as she tries to think of where that was or when he even brought it out. She can’t figure it out before he turns it onto the lowest setting and places it right over her clit. 

She bucks her hips in pleasure, moaning out at the new sensation. Every time she lowers herself on his dick, she’s now forced to grind up against the vibrator. 

Her head lolls back as her pussy squeezes against Hizashi’s cock. Her moans get replaced by pathetic whines as the dull vibrations work their magic on her clit. Her pussy starts to match her mouth, drooling from how good it feels. Shouta slightly pushes down on Kimi’s back, encouraging her to lay on Hizashi and the vibrator. 

“Good, girl,” Shouta praises. “You look so pretty for me back here. Making such a cute little mess on Hizashi’s cock. He feel good?”

“Yes,” she pants out. “ So good.”

Shouta hums happily at her response. He grabs a handful of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart so he can get a better view of the show. Lowering himself, he firmly places his tongue where they connect, making both his partners groan. 

His tongue explores Kimi’s lips while Hizashi continues to slowly thrust in and out of her. His dick twitches, making him grip it hard. The scent of both of his lovers driving him crazy.

After a few more licks, Shouta brings one of his hands to where they meet, lightly covering his fingers in Kimi’s wetness. He places a finger on top of Hizashi’s cock as it works its way in and after a few thrusts, adds another. There’s a slight stretch for Kimi, but she doesn’t feel much until he starts scissoring her open in time with Hizashi’s thrusts. The stretch becomes a bit much, making her whine out as Shouta backs off a little.

“You’re doing so well,” he encourages from behind her. Full body chills race down from her neck to where his fingers continue their work. “Just focus on how good that feels for me, baby.” Though there’s a bit more pressure, eventually the pain from the stretch dissipates and she’s moaning at how full she feels. Her confidence builds and she starts rocking back into the thrusts, making both alphas groan.

“Beautiful,” Hizashi compliments.

“Absolutely perfect,” Shouta adds. 

He moves to lean over the both of them. “You’re doing beautifully,” Shouta whispers into Kimi’s ear. She whines out in response, unable to form words. He pulls back, before resting his cock on her ass. “You feel that? Feel how hard you’ve made me?” 

Kimi keens as the weight of his cock moves across her ass with each of Hizashi’s thrusts.

“Fuck, you did so good sucking me off baby. Now, I want to feel that sweet little pussy clenching around cock. You gonna give me that, princess?”

Kimi frantically nods, the desire to please him overpowering her fear of not being able to satisfy him. 

“Good,” he hums. “Now, I need you to focus on how good Hizashi feels, ok? I’ll take care of the rest, alright?”

“Ok, Sho’,” Kimi moans. 

She directs her attention to the man below her, loving how blissed out his face looks. Her face dips into his neck, absorbing more of the citrus scent that’s pouring from him.

She pulls back, focusing on his thrusts and how good the vibrator feels. Slowly, her eyes gloss over, making the alpha below her smile.

“Gorgeous,” he comments in between thrusts. Her pussy clenches and flutters at the compliment. Hizashi keeps thrusting into her, making her whine and moan. He reaches out his head towards her and she meets him halfway to share in a deep, loving kiss.

Their tongues tangle as his thrusting slows. Hands start to rub her ass and lightly pull her cheeks apart, exposing her to Shouta. Hizashi can tell when Kimi’s mind starts to wander and sneaks his hands to her breasts. His thumbs lightly rub and flick her nipples, knocking her out of her spiraling thoughts. 

Kimi’s head slowly starts to dip back in and out of the fog as she enjoys just how good it feels to be so full. She starts to chase the building feeling of her orgasm, but Shouta is quick to notice and places the hand that was on her ass on her hip, stopping her movements. “Don’t move. I want you still.”

Without meaning to, her hips slightly buck. Shouta clicks his tongue in disapproval, making her clench. “No coming, princess, don’t forget,” he warns. She whines as her movements stop. “You’ll get to cum, don’t worry.” She swallows hard, unsure if she’ll be able to keep from coming. 

Happy with her progress, Shouta removes his fingers from her core, whipping her wetness onto his cock. There’s a sound of a plastic top opening and closing, taking Kimi slightly out of the moment. 

Hizashi notices and tangles his hand into Kimi’s scalp. With a light pull, he directs her head down to another kiss. A hand is placed on his leg, causing him to stop his thrusts. Hizashi deepens his kiss with Kimi, making her head swirl as Shouta starts slowly pushing his cock into Kimi’s core. 

She tenses when she realizes what’s happening and Hizashi pulls from the kiss. “It’s ok, princess. We’ve got you, you’re doing amazing.” His words make her omega preen. The hand that’s not in her hair finds its way to the vibrator that’s currently trapped between the two of them. He guides it more directly onto her clit, making bursts of pleasure shoot from her core. 

Before the two can really register it, Shouta pushes in, going deeper than he’s been able to previously. The stretch has Kimi clenching down and moaning before her sore muscles from the morning’s workout catches up to her. She’s forced to relax, making Shouta’s entry far easier. Shouta’s halfway inside of her, pride and excitement coursing through him.

“Look at you, taking me so well. Such a good omega. You’re taking us both, so amazing.” Tears prick Kimi’s eyes in happiness at his words. Hizashi scrambles below both of them, enjoying feeling his partner but not wanting to say or do anything to mess up the moment. 

“So… good,” he whines out as his hand moves away from the vibrator. Shouta pushes further in, making the trio let out a mesh of whines and moans. 

Shouta completely seats himself in Kimi with a groan. She’s blissfully stretched out, by both of her alphas. Pride and joy course through her letting out waves of her pleased scent throughout the room. The vibrator sits perfectly on her clit, amplifying all of the pleasure that courses through her. 

“-‘m in,” Shouta grunts to Hizashi. In turn, his partner starts to slowly thrust again, making everyone moan and pant. Kimi feels herself all of a sudden shoot towards teetering over the edge.

“Ah, I. I can’t- I, ah. I’m gonna,” she whines out in warning. 

“Do it,” Shouta commands. “You can come. Come all over your alpha’s cocks. Let us feel you, princess. So good for us.” He’s practically babbling behind her, enjoying how good it feels. 

She can’t help but lose control as she’s been granted the release she’s been desperately craving. Her vision goes white as sparks fly through her body. Her core clenches and flutters with her release. She feels both incredibly overwhelmed and blissfully high at the same time.

“Alphas,” she cries out, voice broken as her hips slightly stutter and buck of their own accord as she works through her orgasm.  Her movements only spur on Shouta and Hizashi who both start to thrust in tandem into their omega. 

Hizashi pulls her back in for a kiss, moaning and whining into her mouth as he bucks into her. Once released, Shouta snakes his arms through the two of them, pulling her to his chest. He pulls her head to a kiss and reaches a hand down to rub her clit. Hizashi takes the chance to grab the little bullet vibrator before quickly turning it off. 

Kimi’s legs turn to jelly as she collapses between the two of them, allowing them to do whatever they want with her. They both continue to thrust into her, building a rhythm that her clenching and moaning through smaller releases. 

“ Fuck , you’re doing so well,” Shouta praises from above her. 

Hizashi nuzzles into her neck, loving the rolling scents coming off of her. “She’s so good, so perfect.” It seems that his restraint snaps after a particularly well-placed thrust has Kimi moaning and slightly throwing her head back.

“Fuck baby, yes. Keep singing for us. You sound so pretty, so good,” he babbles. “And fuck, Sho, you feel so good too, baby. So big and hard in our pretty omega. You both feel so good. Fuck, I’m not gonna last.” His volume increases and Kimi feels as Shouta tenses on top of her while still thrusting. 

She turns her head slightly to see Shouta’s quirk activated, keeping Hizashi from blowing out both of their eardrums. The sight has her rolling her eyes back as she comes once again. Hizashi can’t help himself, thrusts becoming erratic before he unloads into her, moaning and babbling beneath her.

Shouta continues thrusting, chasing his own orgasm as he watches Hizashi’s mouth, making sure he’s in the clear before canceling his quirk. A few deep thrusts later, he’s spilling over into Kimi as well, their cum mixing together, before slightly spilling out of Kimi though they’re still joined together. 

Kimi whines at the feeling of their mixed fluids dribbling down her thigh. 

Shouta lets out a breathy laugh. “Sorry, love. We’ll make sure you’re nice and plugged up when you’re in heat, m’kay?” He kisses the back of her neck before slowly pulling out. The motion has them all wiggling and Hizashi ends up removing himself from Kimi as well. Shouta leaves to get a washcloth as Kimi and Hizashi snuggle into one another.

Hizashi lightly kisses Kimi’s temple as he gently rubs her head. “Did so good,” he mutters.

Kimi purrs into his chest, proud of herself for finally being able to take both of them. Her eyes droop a little as the adrenaline coursing through her slowly dissipates. 

She startles as Shouta comes back with a washcloth, helping to clean her up. He soothes her with a hush and makes sure that most of their fluids are off of her before moving to Hizashi to do the same. 

Tossing the washcloth into a nearby hamper, Shouta crawls into bed with his mates and they all snuggle together to share a nap before dinner. 

Hours later, they all wake up, groggy. Kimi’s legs are sore and wobbly, but she manages to make her way into the bathroom. While she catches her breath on the toilet, Hizashi comes in, flashing her one of his signature smiles.

“You doin’, ok, love?” he asks warmly.

She groggily shakes her head, her eyes slightly dropping. “Yeah,” she says with a quiet smile. “I’m good. Thank you. That was…,” she trails off as she thinks of the word but it never comes. 

Hizashi moves to the bathtub and turns it on, messing with the temperature to make sure it’s going to be ok for his omega. Once it’s at the desired temperature, he grabs some lavender bath bubbles and epsom salt from the cabinet and adds them to the tub. After it’s all ready, he helps her get into the tub, sitting behind her so she has something comfy to lay on.

Shouta walks in with a water bottle and places it on the counter before joining his two mates in the tub.

“Mmm,” he groans, enjoying the warm tub. “You were right about the tub,” he admits to his partner.

Hizashi barks out a laugh. “You fought me so hard, told me it was a huge waste of money.”

Shouta leans his head back as the usual soreness of his muscles starts to fade. “I was so wrong. It’s amazing to be in here with you both.”

Hizashi and Kimi both reach out to their mate, wanting to have some sort of physical touch with him. Hizashi’s able to manage grabbing a hand and Kimi’s able to touch his thigh. They both let out a pleased sigh and the trio lay in a comfortable silence, enjoying the moment. 

After a few moments, it’s Kimi that disturbs the silence. “I’m going to be completely honest. I don’t think I’m going to be able to stand long enough to make dinner tonight.”

Her alphas exchange chuckles. “That’s quite alright,” Shouta says. “You did great. Our great, little omega."

Kimi’s heart has never felt fuller.

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Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega CHAPTER 9 - The Meeting

AO3 Link SUMMARY: Eight months after Kimi has been with her alphas, she's called into a meeting that she's been dreading.

CHAPTER 9 - The Meeting

8 months later

“Thank you, Ms. Ison, for coming in to see us today. Though I do wish it were under much better circumstances.”

“Of course, thank you so much for the invitation,” Kimi responds back, not drawing attention to the last half of the sentence. Her nerves are running rampant as she takes a seat across from a notoriously harsh Society advisor. 

The advisor in question looks between the papers on his desk and the woman in front of him. “Yes, well. Let’s just get to the root of the reason we have you here today. Ms. Ison, when you joined your pack earlier this year, you signed a contract, correct?” the advisor questions. It seems that he is in no mood for simple small talk at the moment.

A pit of dread opens up in Kimi’s stomach. “Yes, sir,” Kimi responds politely, knowing where the conversation is going.

The advisor continues his questioning, tone riddled with judgment. “So, you are aware that you need to be producing an heir for either Mr. Aizawa or Mr. Yamada, within a year, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” Kimi’s voice is a bit smaller now that her suspicions of where the conversation was going have been confirmed. 

The advisor gives her a disapproving look. “Ms. Ison, to be frank. We are quite disappointed in your lack of success with this matter. It’s been reported that you have not shared either of your past heats with your alphas, is this correct?”

“Yes, sir,” she responds timidly, embarrassed by the fact.

“Do you mind explaining why that is?” their voice is heavy with accusation, causing a pit to form in Kimi’s stomach.

“Of course. The uh, the first one-,” Kimi starts to explain, nerves coating her voice. She quietly clears her throat and attempts to speak a bit more eloquently. “The first one my alphas were called to be on a mission last minute. Actually, it was right when my heat started. So, by the time they came back, my heat had completed.”

The Society advisor writes down some notes on the document in front of him. Kimi swallows, trying to lessen the dryness in her throat, but it does little to resolve her issue.

“The second time, Mr. Yamada was there, but he left,” Kimi ends her sentence quietly.

“Your alpha left you?” the society member asked, shocked. Normally, when an alpha left an omega during their heat, it meant that they were rejecting them. Considering this was not actually the case, Kimi rushes to defend herself.

“Yes,” she admits, shamefully. “He wanted his partner to be there with him for our first heat together. Mr. Aizawa had been called in to help with a school field trip to fill in for another teacher. The school wasn’t able to find another teacher and he didn’t have a choice. So, shortly after I started my heat, Mr. Yamada left.”

The last word practically comes out as a squeak. She hates how this makes her look, but has very little ammunition to protect herself with. Her head is lowered in shame, but she can still see the pen moving frantically over the page it’s on. Each scribble causes the pit in her stomach to grow exponentially. 

“I see,” the advisor says, ending his notes with a harsh period. “Well, be that as it may. You are still under obligation to produce an heir. The Society will be allowing you one more time to try things organically before we step in to ensure the process is being handled correctly.” 

Kimi’s lip quivers at his comment, she bites it to make it stop.

The advisor lets out a disappointed sigh. “We had such high hopes for you, you had the highest potential of all of the candidates in your time. Arguably higher than some of our newer candidates. Don’t disappoint us with something so,” the advisor twirls their hand, thinking of the right word. “Trivail. We’ll be in touch after your next heat and expect only positive results. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Kimi replies, her voice the smallest it’s ever been.

Seemingly unbothered by her disappointment, his tone lightens. “Great! Well, we will see you in about two months then, after the new year. Do your best to keep us impressed, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” Kimi agrees. Her ego is completely deflated and she feels like she’s just been kicked in the gut.

“Fantastic. You’re dismissed,” the advisor says with a wave of their hand. They merely go back to whatever they were working on before Kimi arrived, completely disregarding her.

Kimi stands up from her chair and respectively bows before exiting the room. She fights the tears welling up in her eyes from following as her heels click through the hallways. As she exits the building, she picks up her phone and calls her best friend. She stands to the side as she listens to the phone ring before her friend picks up.

“Hello!~” she answers in a sing-song tone. Kimi smiles and answers back in a shaky tone,

“Hey, Naomi. How are you?”

“Good, how about you?” Naomi asks, concerned by Kimi’s tone. “Are you doing ok?”

“Um, I’m ok. I just-,” Kimi takes a moment to swallow so she doesn’t start bawling. “I could just really use someone to talk to right now. Are you able to meet up? Is that ok?”

“Of course!” Naomi immediately responds. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the Society headquarters, but maybe we can go to the park or something? Just somewhere without a lot of people.”

“Oh, I know just the place! Remember that beach we used to go to in college? Why don’t we go there,”

“Yeah, ok,” Kimi answers hesitantly.  “Thank you, Naomi. I’ll see you soon!”

“See you soon,” Naomi replies warmly. “Love you!”

“Love you too,” Kimi says with a smile before ending the call. She sniffles and quickly wipes her eyes before she makes her way to the SUV waiting for her. She gives the driver the address to the beach and stuffs her purse with tissues on the ride over.

“Kimi!~,” Naomi says, practically running with her arms outstretched when she arrives. 

“Naomi,” Kimi responds with a lopsided smile, accepting the hug.

“I’m so sorry to ask you to come out when you’re so pregnant,” Kimi starts to apologize before Naomi cuts her off.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I could really use the fresh air. My alpha just wants to keep me cooped up in the house all day and it makes me stir crazy,” she giggles.

“Ok,” Kimi says reluctantly. “As long as you’re not pushing yourself too hard. I don’t need him coming for my throat.”

 They make their way down the beach, small-talking about Naomi’s pregnancy until they find a place to sit down.

“So what’s going on?” Naomi asks, concerned. 

“The Society chewed me out today over not being pregnant,” Kimi admits. The pit in her stomach still weighs heavy from the harsh words.

Naomi makes an apologetic noise and gently grabs her arm. Kimi’s eyes start to water, but she continues.

“They say that if I’m not pregnant after my next heat, they’re going to step in and ensure things happen themselves.”

“What?” Naomi asks, completely baffled by the news.

“Yeah, I signed a contract saying that I’d be pregnant in a year and now half that year is gone. So if I don’t get pregnant next time-,” Kimi trails off. Naomi reassuringly places her head on Kimi’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, that’s awful.” The omega lets out some soothing waves, hoping they’ll help console her friend.

“Yeah. I don’t know how I’m going to bring it up to the guys. I mean, they already feel guilty about the last two times. And it’s not that they haven’t wanted to spend my heats with me, it’s just that they keep getting called in for things that they can’t avoid.”

“Mmm,” Naomi responds, listening intently.

“I think it just really shocked me how rude they were about it. Like, they just made me feel so small and worthless. The advisor was like ‘Oh, we had such high hopes for you and now you’re disappointing us’,” Kimi mocks. “It just made me realize that I really am worthless unless I do this.”

“Hey! You’re not useless,” Naomi reacts, sitting up. “You do so much for the both of them and you know it! You work at their agency, right?” Naomi pauses, forcing Kimi to answer.

“Yes,” she meekly answers. 

“And you’re always cooking them great meals and making sure they’re taken care of. Didn’t you say that you even bandaged up one of them when they came home from patrol all beat up?”

Kimi smiles as she remembers. Shouta had come home late one night and was trying to bandage up his own injuries quietly. The agency was too far and the wait in the hospital would have been too long since he had to teach later in the morning. Kimi had heard him come in and was quick to help him out without causing too much of a fuss.

She remembered how grateful his face was and how warm he felt when she got the rare occurrence of Shouta-only cuddles.

“I did,” she says with a light smile.

“See! You are far beyond worthless and that advisor had no right to make you feel that way,” Naomi assures her.

Tears start pouring more freely down Kimi’s face. Wordlessly, Naomi wraps her arms around her friend. Memories of the last couple of months play in Kimi’s mind. The products she helped create at the agency. The party she threw together for Hizashi’s birthday. All the sweet, tender moments she got to share with the boys.

The relationship she’s built with her packmates is something she had only dreamed of previously. She’s genuinely happy and making a difference in her alpha’s lives. She allows her emotions to flow and falls to Naomi for support.

“Thank you,” Kimi squeaks out meekly. They sit in semi-silence while Kimi cries. Waves crash on the shore, people occasionally walk by. Life continues as Kimi continues to let her emotions flow. Naomi’s hands rub up and down Kimi’s back reassuringly as she lets out a soothing wave for her friend. 

Slowly, the tears stop their descent and Naomi removes her hands, sitting back up. Kimi reaches into her purse for some tissues to wipe off her face and blow her nose.

“It’s pretty out here,” she comments to Naomi, trying to change the subject to something happier.

“It is!” Naomi agrees, taking a second to admire the view. “Oh, I heard that that one beach with all the trash is slowly getting cleared out,” Naomi says.

“Oh yeah?” Kimi asks, intrigued. Her parents had taken her to that beach a couple of times when she was younger so seeing it filled with trash always made her so sad.

“Yeah, some random volunteer is helping to get things broken down and cleared out. You should see it already, there’s been a good chunk cleared away.” 

“I will, it’s been a while since that beach has been nice,” Kimi comments. 

They smile at one another and Naomi reaches her hand out to place on Kimi’s shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t worry too much about what that nasty advisor said, ok? Just let your alphas know what they’re saying and make plans for next time, ya?”

“Yeah. You’re right,” Kimi says with a halfhearted smile. “Thank you for coming out here, Naomi. I needed this,” Kimi admits.

“Of course, no problem,” Naomi grins. “You know I’m always here for you.”

They spend another hour at the beach, catching up on other aspects of life before watching the sunset. Once the sun dips below the horizon, they wish each other goodbye and head back to their respective homes.

When Kimi gets home that night, she texts Nemuri to see if she’s interested in going to tea with her the following morning. She had some questions she wanted to ask her before talking to her alphas about the meeting she had the day. Nemuri texted back shortly after that she was more than happy to and they finalized a time and place. Kimi put her phone aside while she finished making dinner for herself. It was Friday night so Hizashi was already at the agency to prep for the radio show and Shouta was out patrolling. 

Kimi planned on spending the night listening to Hizashi’s radio program until she fell asleep while journaling how her day went. Overall, it was a pretty quiet night. As the hours went by, she made some tea before crawling into bed and enjoying the lingering smell of her alphas to get to sleep.

Early the next morning, Kimi snakes out of the arms of her two alphas, letting them enjoy their sleep. She quietly gets ready before leaving a note for the boys and leaving for the cafe. Nemuri is there ahead of her and greets her with a wide grin.

“Kimi! Darling, it is so good to see you!” she beams.

“It’s good to see you too, Nemuri. I swear, I saw you more before I was with the boys,” she teases.

“It’s true,” she sighs dramatically. “You just don’t need me anymore.”

Kimi giggles. “That’s not true at all,” she assures. The two girls go inside, order their drinks, and sit at a table outside, away from the other patrons. 

“So, I know you didn’t just call me here to see my gorgeous face,” Nemuri starts. “What’s going on?”

“You got me,” Kimi says with a self-deprecating laugh. “I was looking to get some advice for some- um - bedroom things,” Kimi says, eyes darting around to make sure no one can overhear her.

“Oooh, yeah? What’s going on? What do you need help with?” Nemuri asks, now very interested in the conversation.

“Well, um. I haven’t been able to take both of them at the same time yet. Like I can handle each of them in one hole, but, I’m struggling taking two.” Kimi’s voice is low and her face is red at her admittal.

Nemuri gives her a practically predatory grin. “I see,” she starts. “And how is it when you try? Are they saying you’re too tight?”

“Yeah,” Kimi admits. Nemuri hums before asking her next question.

“Does it feel as tight as when you’re taking their knots?”

Kimi grmaces a little. “I, uh. I haven’t been able to do that yet,” she admits

“What?” Nemuri blurts out. “What do you mean? Like it’s not fitting?”

The realization that Nemuri doesn’t know about her last heat hits her like a bus. Dread fills her veins as she worries about what the alpha will do. “I uh. I haven’t spent a heat with them yet.”

“Oh,” Nemuri says, her tone still a bit puzzled. “Have you not wanted to -,”

“No, that’s not it at all,” Kimi rushes to say. “They just keep getting pulled away for work. Please don’t be mad or say anything to them. Hizashi’s already pretty beaten up about it.”

Upset waves start to pour out of the omega, making some of the other patrons look her way. Embarrassed, she quickly tries to reign in her emotions. 

“Sorry,” she apologizes meekly as Nemuri reaches out to hold one of her hands. 

The alpha gives her a soothing look. “You’re ok.”

Kimi gives a half-hearted smile. “The uh, the Society is really worried that I won’t fulfill my duties so they’re really pushing for me to get pregnant next heat. I’m going to talk to the guys about it, but I was hoping that you’d be able to help me with my problem so there aren’t any further complications.”

Nemuri smiled gently, realizing why the omega was looking specifically for her help. “Ok, darling. I’m more than happy to help,” she says in a comforting tone. She takes a moment to think over what Kimi’s been saying. “Well, let's see. They’re saying it’s too tight, ya?”

Kimi blushes, nodding slightly before responding quietly, “Yes.”

“Are they trying to add any fingers or anything to help stretch you out while they’re in you?” Nemuri ponders.

Kimi takes a breath, slowly getting a bit more comfortable with the conversation. “Um, they’ve tried a couple of times, but they’re saying it’s hard to get anything in. Like I’m clamping down too hard.”

“Mmm,” Nemuri hums. “Gotchu. And how are you feeling when this is happening?”

Kimi’s brow scrunches as she tries to recall her feelings in those moments. “Um, I’m a bit nervous,” Kimi admits. “And then I end up getting really disappointed that I can’t do what they’re asking.”

Nemuri slowly nods her head. “Are you worried it’s going to hurt?”

“Um, a little. Like there’s a little bit of pain when they’re trying to stretch me out and then I just get frustrated.”

Nemuri places her elbow on the table, resting her head in her hand. Her blue eyes settle gently over Kimi’s face. “Was this something they originally asked for?”

Kimi nervously sucks in her lips and nods without making eye contact. “Yes, but I want it too,” she admits slowly. “They had originally brought it up after my first heat there. They said that they wanted to try to make it work so they didn’t get competitive during my heats. They’re worried that they might start getting possessive.”

All of the puzzle pieces come together for Nemuri and she let’s out an understanding “Ooooh.” Sitting up in her chair, a knowing smile graces her face. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Especially if you haven’t shared a heat with them yet. Those feelings will probably settle down after your first heat or two with them.”

She smiles reassuringly at Kimi who absorbs the information she’s being given. She leans back a little in her hair, before letting out a small laugh. “They were like that when they first got together, I don’t know if they told you or not.”

“They told me a little bit,” Kimi confirms with a small smile. “But how did you think they were?”

Nemuri’s knowing smile only grows and Kimi can’t help but think about how good it looks on her. “Oh, they would get on each other’s nerves about the littlest things. Always protective about the dumbest stuff.” 

She leans forward excitedly before telling Kimi, “One time, Hizashi had gotten Shouta a drink from the vending machine to have after his workout and Shouta just blew up. Said he didn’t need to be coddled and challenged Hizashi right then and there. Luckily, I had stopped by as things were getting heated and was able to knock some sense into them.” Nemuri laughs at the memory and Kimi joins in.

Nemuri’s smile grows warm. “They’ll get over it,” she reassures. “This is all just really new for them.”

Kimi’s smile matches in warmth, looking at the alpha that shared so many happy memories with her own. “Yeah. Thank you, Nemuri,” Kimi says bashfully.

“Of course,” Nemuri says with her signature coo. “Anything for my favorite omega. Now,” she claps her hands. “Let’s see what we can do to make things easier for you, hm? Are you still taking that heat toy of yours pretty well?”

Nemuri’s voice is much louder than Kimi would like, so she quickly shushes her. She laughs bashfully before responding, “Yes. I’ve been taking the big one with no problem. That’s why I think I’m a little extra mad at myself for not being able to do this.” Her grin falters a little bit as the disappointment in her gut stirs a little.

Nemuri’s brow crinkles before asking, “Are you dropped when you’re trying this out?”

“No,” Kimi shakes her head. “But I don’t think that would be the issue, right? Like shouldn’t it be better that I’m not dropping outside of my heat?”

Nemuri nods in agreement. “You’re right, but I think I may know what’s going on.”

“Oh?” Kimi prompts, excited to get the solution to her problem.

Nemuri nonchalantly tells Kimi, “It sounds like you’re overthinking.”

“Huh?” comes Kimi’s immediate response. She was not expecting that to be the answer at all.

Nemuri laughs. “Exactly, You’re too in your head,” Nemuri continues to explain. “The reason that the audios and the large knot toys are so helpful during your heats are because they help you to stop thinking. You’re so worried about what other people are thinking that it’s getting in your way.”

Kimi’s shoulders sag, not expecting that to be the answer. “Oh,” she says quietly as she processes this.

Nemuri continues on. “That’s why when you’re trying to do something to impress the boys outside of your heat, you’re having extra difficulty. I’m sure this wouldn’t be as big of a deal when you’re dropped, but because you’re too in the moment, it’s causing issues.”

Kimi lightly nods her head, Nemuri’s words making sense to her. 

Nemuri shoots her a sympathetic look “Why don’t you try this,” she starts, before leaning back in her chair more comfortably. “Why don’t you send them one of the audios you really like? Tell them the next time you try it to have them speak to you just like the audios. Or, even suggest putting on one of the audios for you all to listen to in the moment. That way, they know how to distract you, hm?”

“Oh god, no,” Kimi blurts out. “Those audios are fine when I’ve got a little heat fog but they’re so cringy outside of my heats,” she giggles. “I think I would die of embarrasment if the boys listened to them.”

Nemuri shrugs, “Alright love, I just think it would help. Regardless, you should let them know what’s going on. And maybe, just think of some of the things you like in your audios and see if the boys are game to it, ya?”

“Yeah, I will,” Kimi agrees. She starts about how she’s going to word all of this to them and bites her lip in contemplation.

Seeing Kimi’s mind start to go makes Nemuri chuckle. “Oh, I am so glad you invited me out for tea, darling,” Nemuri comments. “We really need to do this more often!”

“Me too, we really should,” Kimi agrees back with a smile.

Nemuri leans forward and lowers her voice. “Plus, I want all the dirty details on the boys. Have you worn the cat ears and tail yet?” The devious look in her eyes makes Kimi genuinely laugh.

“No, not yet. ‘Zashi was telling me to save it for Sho’s birthday coming up,” Kimi smiles.

Nemuri’s eyes light up and a wicked smile grows on her face. “Oh, he’s going to love that! Is it just going to be you two or all three of you?” She’s happy that Kimi is giving her a little insight on her friend’s intimate life. Trying to get them to admit anything they like was always such a pain in the ass for her.

Kimi excitedly shares her upcoming plans. “‘Zashi’s actually going to give us the night to ourselves. Kind of like Sho’ did with ‘Zashi’s birthday.”

Nemuri happily claps her hands, bringing them to her chest. “Perfect. He’s just going to eat you up, I know it!” 

The girls talk a little more about things that would normally be shared in a more private setting. Before they separate, Kimi gives Nemuri a genuine hug and thanks her again for helping her out. She leaves with her head full of new ideas and a surge of confidence in her chest.

Kimi arrives back at home mid-day, right as the boys start waking up. She only had a couple of hours with them both before they had to depart for their respective jobs. After putting down her purse and taking off her shoes, she heads to the kitchen to start making their breakfast. She figures the best thing she can do is to fill their bellies with extra good food before she has the awkward talk.

She starts the kettle and coffee pot, before focusing on getting the food prepped. Hizashi is surprisingly the first one in the kitchen. 

“Good morning,” she beams as he walks towards her, stretching. As he lets his arms down, one wraps around her waist lovingly. She lightly tilts her head up to accept a quick kiss before turning her attention back to the food. “Did you sleep ok? I didn’t wake you up when I left this morning, did I?”

He seems to catch onto Nemuri’s scent on her because he quickly scents her before responding. “No, love,” he says, moving to sit across from her at the island. “You’re good. I slept like a baby honestly. This past week just wore me out so I just crashed when I got home.”

Kimi gives him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, it was such a long week.”

He gives a half-hearted shrug. “Eh, not your fault. I think things are just a little crazy because we’re starting to get towards the holiday season.”

Kimi gives a knowing nod. “Yeah, the holidays really bring out the best in people,” she agrees sarcastically. 

“You can say that again,” Hizashi says, stretching again. His attention turns towards the hallway as he notices Shouta making his way in.

“Shower feel good?” Hizashi questions his partner.

Shouta looks up at his partner, his eyes still hanging onto some of the exhaustion his body carries. “Yeah, helped with some of the soreness,” Shouta comments. “‘Morning, Kimi.”

Kimi smiles and looks up happily at him.“‘Morning, Shouta,” Kimi mimics. “Breakfast is almost done.”

“I see that,” he says, watching her work for a few seconds. He walks around to her right side to place a kiss on his mark, also successfully scenting her. 

“Sho’,” she breathlessly giggles before turning her head to accept an actual kiss.

He puts his hands up defensively. “What? I’m just making everyone their drinks.” He shoots a knowing look at Hizashi before turning around and grabbing everyone’s mugs.

“Uh, huh. Sure,” Kimi teases back. She finishes plating up the last meal before the trio takes a seat at the table. “So how was everyone’s day yesterday,” Kimi prompts as she goes to take her first bite.

The two alphas look at each other before they both shrug. “Wasn’t too bad,” Shouta comments. “There wasn’t a lot of activity last night which was nice.”

“Yeah, nothing too special last night for me either,” Hizashi agrees.

“You were playing some good songs,” Kimi comments before adding, “as always.”

“Of course,” he says with a proud shrug. “Gotta make sure I play what my number one little listener likes.”

Kimi smiles as she continues eating, politely placing her hand over her mouth. She swallows before picking up the conversation a bit more between the two boys. Almost everyone’s finished their plates when Shouta asks, “How about you? How was your day?”

Seeing that her mates are almost done eating, she answers honestly. “Uh. It wasn’t the best if I’m being honest.”

Concern douses Hizashi’s face. “Oh, how come?”

A bit hesitantly, Kimi answers.“I, uh. I got called into the Society.”

The response is immediate. Both of her mates startle, practically jumping out of their chairs and Shouta’s head whips to her face. “What?” They both say in unison, waves of surprise and concern rolling off of them.

Kimi slowly answers with gritted teeth. “Yeah. I got a call two days ago and they requested I come in for a meeting.” Her hands soothingly rub themselves under the table.

“What did they want?” Shouta asks as Hizashi continues to stare at Kimi in surprise.

One of Kimi’s hands moves up to her opposite, rubbing it in a self-soothing manner. “They, um. They kinda scolded me for not being pregnant already.” While she knew the conversation would make the alphas upset, she knew it was still needed and fought through the awkward tension crawling through her body.

The boys look at each other, exchanging upset looks. Shouta leans back in his chair, arms crossed while Hizashi looks anywhere but in Kimi’s direction. He sighs, deflating a little. “I’m sorry, Kimi,” he says, voice broken and sad. 

Kimi launches herself in his direction, reaching out her hand towards his. “No, please don’t be upset about this. It’s okay,” Kimi rushes to say, hoping it soothes her alpha.

“No, it’s really not.” She can’t help but listen to how defeated he sounds. “I shouldn’t have left you when you needed me. They probably wouldn’t have gotten on your case.”

Shouta gives his partner a sympathetic look. “We don’t know that,” Shouta says gently, reminding his partner of a previous conversation they’ve all had. Kimi’s thankful he seems to be keeping a pretty level head. “You did what you thought was best for the pack, remember?”

“Yeah,” Hizashi agrees, a bit quietly. “I just hate that now she’s having to pay for it.”

Kimi defensively puts her hands out. “I’m all good, really. I talked it out with Naomi and Nemuri and I feel a lot better.”

“That’s why you smell like her,” Hizashi blurts out, a bit dejected. Kimi knows that there’s a hint of playfulness behind his words though.

Genuinely curious, Shouta asks, “What’d they say?”

“Well, Naomi thinks the Society was too harsh-,”

Hizashi huffs and pushes himself further back into his chair. “Fair,” he mutters.

“And Nem gave me some tips to help for next time,” Kimi continues.

Shouta gives Kimi a puzzled look. “Next time?” Shouta prompts.

A light blush graces her face. “The next time we try to, you know-,” Kimi trails off, her voice quieter than her previous statement. She raises two fingers, hoping he’ll understand.

Shouta seems to take some pity on her and doesn’t make her finish her sentence, knowing what she’s talking about.

“I see,” he hums as his pity runs out. “And what were those tips?”

Not expecting him to be so forward, Kimi stutters a little. “She, um. She was basically telling me to relax.”

Hizashi lets out a small laugh but Kimi can tell his energy is still off. “Is that all?” he says a bit smug.

She gives a shy smile. “Yeah. She just thinks I’m too in my head and that it shouldn't be as painful next time if I can relax or at least be distracted.”

“Fair enough,” Shouta shrugs. “So when do you want to try it?” He leans over in her direction, locking eyes with her and flashing the smirk he knows makes her knees buckle.

She thinks about her answer for a moment, biting her lip as she does so. “Maybe tomorrow?” she blushes. “I know you both are busy today and I don’t want to interrupt.”

Shouta leans back in his chair, mirroring his previous position. “Alright, tomorrow it is then. That sound good to you, ‘Zash?”

“Yeah,” Hizashi says with a bit of a warmer smile before it lightly drops. “They weren’t too mean to you, were they?”

Kimi hates that he still feels guilty about what happened. “I’m not going to lie, they were pretty rude, but I’m ok now. Naomi and I went to the beach afterward and she helped cheer me up.”

“Ok,” his voice still sounding a bit discouraged. “I’m glad she was able to help you. I’m sorry we weren’t around.”

“It’s all ok, ‘Zashi,” Kimi reassures him with a smile. “I’m good now and we have a game plan to make sure things are better for next time.”

Shouta locks eyes with his partner. “We should probably try to lock in the time off now if we can,” he says in his normal serious tone. “See if we can’t have the Society make sure the Association doesn’t try to step in again.”

Hizashi nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe they’ll be less grumpy if they have even more control over what’s happening.”

“That would probably help,” Kimi agrees. Her head drops a bit in shame before she tells them the remainder of their warning. “They were saying they might try to step in themselves if I’m not pregnant after my next heat.”

The two boys let a moment of silence pass, absorbing that bit of info. “Well, we’ll do our best to make sure that doesn’t happen, ok?” Shouta says reassuringly. Kimi nods her head in understanding. Silence still lingers in the room and Kimi feels a bit guilty for bringing down the mood right as her two mates were getting started for the day.

“You guys have a little bit before you have to start getting ready, right?” she asks rhetorically, knowing they do. “Why don’t we cuddle a little bit on the couch before you do? I feel bad making you leave for work all bummed out.”

“That sounds wonderful, love,” Hizashi says, his voice warmer than before. His arms outstretch as she gets up and Kimi flings herself into his arms without hesitation. Shouta smiles and comes around her backside, sandwiching her in for a hug.

The room fills with waves of comfort and happiness as the trip breaks away from the hug. They cuddle on the couch, conversing about a show they’re all watching before the boys eventually head out for the evening. Kimi journals her day with the cute supplies they had gotten her for her birthday a few months prior. 

They had seen how much she would write down and journal at the agency or when she was at home so the supplies were a no-brainer. They even had the creative department make some custom supplies for her with all three of their names on it. It always made her smile when she was using them. 

She turns on the radio in the living room when Present Mic starts his show and does some late-night yoga in front of the large windows that display the city below. She tried to see if she could spot Eraserhead but knew that his route was way too far to see. The rest of the evening is spent listening to Present Mic’s show and reading before her eyes start drooping. 

Reluctantly, she turns everything off in the living room before crawling into their shared giant bed. Tonight, the darkness and stillness in the room is just a bit too much for her, so she turns on the ambient lighting around the room for comfort allowing its warmth to replace her alpha’s as she drifts asleep. PREVIOUS | NEXT

Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega CHAPTER 3 - Moving In

AO3 Link SUMMARY: Kimi meets up with a friend before moving in with her new pack.

CHAPTER 3 - Moving In

The next morning Kimiko called the Society to let them know that she had been accepted into the pack from the alphas she had left with yesterday. Her advisor was super excited, shouting over the phone how happy they were and what her next steps were. They sent over some documents for her to sign and told her they’d be in touch with the alphas as well so they didn’t all have to come back in. There were some questions about the living situation which she tried her best to answer but most of it was regarding security protocols that she wasn’t aware of. The advisor said they would just ask the alphas when they called and would reach out if they needed anything additional. 

Kimiko’s grandmother came out of her room shortly after she had hung up the phone and congratulated her on being accepted into the pack. She asked about how the dinner date went and Kimiko splurged details to her over tea and breakfast.

Wednesday morning, she went out to the local mall and waited for her friend, Naomi. When she called Naomi on Monday to tell her the news that she had been placed through the program successfully, Naomi insisted on a shopping spree to celebrate. She had also been placed in a pack through the program, so she knew that there weren’t many details Kimiko could give out, but she was still very excited to hear everything she could.

“Yoo hoo,” Naomi hollers from down the hallway. Kimiko turns around to find her, arms spread wide for a hug.

“Hey!” Kimi greets while walking over and hugging her. 

“It is so good to see you! I am so excited for you!” Naomi bounces as she hugs her, making Kimiko giggle.

“It’s good to see you too. I’m so glad I could meet up with you before I move in.” 

“Me too! We are going to have so much fun today!” She locks arms with Kimi and guides them further into the mall.

“You know, I really hope our alphas work together. That way we can meet up more often. Plus, I want to hear all the juicy details! It’s killing me not knowing who you’ve ended up with!”

“Oh my goodness, I know. I wish I could tell you everything. I guess now we know how we both felt when you got paired up.”

“Oh, this is torture,” she says dramatically. “But, I guess we’ll find out soon enough, and hey, if they don’t work together, we can at least find out at the next Society event.” 

“Oh, that’s true. I didn’t even think of that! Regardless, we still need to meet up for coffee or lunch or something as often as we can.”

“Yes!” Naomi agrees. “Okay, so where to first? I have some ideas in mind.”  They bounce ideas off one another before making a game plan about where to go and what to get. 

They go from store to store, looking at different clothes and items. Kimiko ends up grabbing a couple of new skirts and dresses, knowing that’s what the boys liked. Naomi takes the opportunity to do the same. As they start finishing up their shopping route, Naomi gives Kimi a playful look.

“You know where we should go?”

“Where?”

“Midnight’s shop!” 

“You know, that’s not a bad idea. Maybe I can find some cute lingerie for my mating night.” Naomi lets out a little squeal in response.

“That’s the spirit!” She says before practically ripping off Kimiko’s arm as they bolt towards the shop. 

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” one of the workers greets them as we walk through the door. 

“Hi Audrey,” Kimko says to the blonde girl behind the counter. “Good to see you.”

“Likewise, girlie,” she responds. “A little birdie told me that someone got accepted into a pack.” Her stomach sinks a little, concerned that her secret had gotten out. She looks to Naomi but she just shakes her head.

“Yeah, who told you?” she asks, concerned.

“Midnight, she said she’s friends with your pack mates and set some things aside for you in case you came in.”

“Oh, that’s awesome!” Naomi says, giving Kimkoi’s arm an encouraging little shake. “Let’s see what she picked out!”

“This piece here I think is going to be a winner,” Audrey says.

She hands Kimiko the package and she can immediately tell what she was implying. Inside is a lacey teddy bodysuit that had scalloped floral lace. The piece was crotchless and the back was completely open. The top could be tied around the neck but still gave plenty of space for any mating marks. 

“Pair this one of the garter sets and some cute stockings and I think you’ve got yourself a good piece for your first night with them.” 

Audrey starts laying out some of the other pieces for Naomi and her to look over. One of the things that catches her interest is a strappy set that has cuffs that attach to the thigh pieces. 

“Ooh, this is really cute.”

“I’ll say!” Naomi agrees. “I want one of those!”

“There are some more over there if you want to grab one” Naomi gives an excited squeal and saunters over to the wall to grab herself a set of thigh cuffs. Kimiko giggles as she oohs and aahs over some of the other pieces.

“How much do I owe you for everything?” Kimiko asks Audrey.

“Nothing,” she says cooly. “Like I said, Midnight put these to the side for you. Said the only thing she wanted from you was to give them a good time or something like that.” Kimiko blushes and gives an embarrassed laugh in response.

“Ok, I can do that. Please tell her thank you for me.”

“Can do, girlie.” She hands her the bag across the counter and Kimiko takes it while Naomi places her items on the counter to be purchased. She opens the bag again, taking another look at some of the items.

There’s a variety of items, butt plugs, cat ears, some stockings, all of which keep a tinge of pink on Kimiko’s cheeks. While she knows what these things are and how to use them, the thought of using them with her new mates has her both nervous and excited.

Naomi’s transaction finishes and soon she’s adding her new bags to the collection she has around her arms.

“Ok you two, have a nice day and Ison,” Audrey pauses.

“Yes?” 

“Enjoy,” she says with a wink. Kimiko’s blush deepens and she mutters a thank you as they leave. 

“I’m getting so hungry! Do you want to grab some lunch?” Naomi asks.

“Yeah, I’m getting pretty hungry too. What are you in the mood for?” 

“I’m down for anything, I just really need food and quick!” She practically flings herself onto Kimi, grabbing her arm. Laughing at her dramatics Kimi starts walking towards a restaurant nearby that she knows will have good food.

“Ok, I know just the place!” 

Soon, they’re seated at a table, bags tucked next to them and under the table. Kimi feels a little bad buying so much, but knowing that it’s for her new packmates eases her worries.

“So,” Naomi prompts. “Now that we’re somewhere a bit more private, what can you tell me about your new pack?”

Kimi takes a second to think. Since she can’t talk specifics, she has to find a way to give some sort of information to appease Naomi while also not giving too much away. She can’t tell her how many members are in the pack, how old they are, their names, anything that she could normally tell a friend. After taking a few moments to think, she has an answer.

“There’s a cat.”

“A cat?!” Naomi responds, clearly happy she was able to get some bit of an answer.  “Ohmigosh I am SO jealous! Do you have a picture or anything?”

“No, I wish, he’s a major cutie!” 

“Awww, well next time I see you, you owe me double the cute cat photos!”

“Ha ha, ok,” she laughs. “That’s only fair.” 

“Are you going to be moving in soon?” 

“Yeah, fairly soon. It ended up working with my grandma’s moving schedule.”

“That’s right,” Naomi says. “I forgot. She’s moving in with your aunt, right?”

“Yeah! My aunt was kind enough to offer her a place when my grandfather passed. She’s got a spare room because her oldest moved away for college. It’ll be nice because Grandma doesn’t get a chance to see that side of the family much.” 

“Oh, that is nice! Do you have a lot of younger nieces and nephews?”

“A couple. I think the youngest is about 8 or 9.”

“Oh, that’s nice. She’ll probably love that!”

“Oh, totally!” The waitress brings over food that they ordered earlier and Naomi gives a quick thank you before starting to ravenously devour her plate.

“Ah, this is so good!” she says through a mouthful of food. Kimi giggles as she starts to eat. 

“Mmm, this is good,” she says after taking a particularly good mouthful.

“We should meet up here more often when you’re settled in.” 

“That’s not a bad idea. This place isn’t super far from-,” She stops, realizes what she’s saying, and quickly adds more food into her mouth. Naomi gives her a knowing look from across the table and she gives her a smile.

“Sorry,” she starts. “I shouldn’t be pushing for info so hard. I just really want to make sure that you’re in good hands. After everything you’ve been through and all you’ve done to get here, you deserve a good pack.”

Touched by her words, tears start to form in Kimi’s eyes.

“Naomi,” she trails off.

“Oh, hun. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Kimi looks at her, trying to stop her emotions from billowing out of her.

“It’s ok. It’s just. You’ve been there for me through all of this and I’m just so grateful. A lot of people were really harsh about me going through this but you understood and stood by me through everything. Gosh, I wish I could tell you everything right now, but just know that I’m in a very good pack and I’m going to be ok.”

Naomi sniffles and starts to tear up.

“Ok,” she tells her. “I’m so glad.” She grabs her hand across the table and they share a meaningful look before Kimi gives a small laugh and wipes away her tears. Naomi mirrors her actions and goes back to eating. They chat some more while finishing up their meals. As they pay their tabs, Naomi’s phone buzzes.

“Oh, that’s my alpha. Looks like I need to head back.”

“Ok, sounds good,” Kimi responds. “I needed to meet up with my alpha as well.” They embrace in a tight hug wishing each other behind before moving on with the rest of their days. 

It’s Friday when Kimiko arrives back at her new home. Her things had been dropped off the day before, so she only carried a small duffel bag with some clothes and toiletries in it. Shouta had stopped by her grandmother’s house on Wednesday before his patrol, to drop off her new keys and papers with all the codes and info about her new home.

Kimiko’s grandmother had tried to get him to stay for tea but he politely declined, saying he had to get his patrol. When he left, Kimiko’s grandmother remarked she liked Shouta making Kimiko feel proud about her choice.

Throughout the week, she occasionally texted her new pack mates, getting updates on when movers would be by to pick up her stuff. They also chatted about how their days went and sent over some photos of Sushi. Kimiko couldn’t help but feel cheery about how well they were all getting along. The week seemed to move so slowly for her, but soon enough Friday comes and she’s trying to figure out how to input the codes into the security system correctly. 

After having to put in the codes a couple of times, she was soon entering the home she had just so recently been upset about leaving. Sushi greets her at the door with a stretch and a curious meow. After rubbing all over her legs, he starts purring when she reaches down to pet him. 

“Hi, Sushi,” she sing-songs. “How are you doing?” He doesn’t answer but does direct her toward the living room. A note is left on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

Kimiko, welcome home!

We took some time to put away all of the things that were delivered since it was just a few boxes. We’ll bring back dinner around 6. Please make yourself comfortable, there’s a surprise for you waiting on the bed.

Love,

Your Alphas. ♡

“Thanks, Sushi,” she says making her way to the bedroom. Her duffel bag gets onto the very large bed and she notices some folded-up shirts by the pillows. There were a couple of black shirts seemed to belong to Shouta and some graphic tees that were presumably Hizashi’s. Though her instincts wanted nothing more than to have her alphas near her, she picks up one of each shirts and takes in the scents that were pouring from them. It was good enough for now. 

After a couple of moments of taking in their scent, she takes the opportunity to give herself another quick tour of the apartment, wondering if anything had changed since the last time she had been there. Sure enough, the plethora of blankets and pillows she owned had been dropped off in the living room and her other belongings were put away in the kitchen and bathroom. There was also a new dresser in the bedroom for her to put her clothes away in. She takes her time to empty the bag and put her things away nicely.

Skirts were a popular choice between the two, so she stocked up on a variety of those when she had gone shopping earlier in the week. Off-the-shoulder tops were another pick she thought the two of them would like, especially since they would show off the new markings she was hoping to get tonight. Her hand grazes over the area at the thought. She sends a text into their group chat saying that she made it into their home successfully. They respond back with positive messages and she decides to start getting ready for their arrival.

Pulling out one of the nice lingerie pieces she had gotten, she places it on the bed, excitement building. It was the lacey teddy bodysuit that Midnight had picked out for her. She planned on putting it on after a bath, wanting to hide it under one of Hizashi’s tees and one of the skirts she had gotten. After laying everything out on the bed, she headed toward the bathroom. 

Hopping into the large bathtub in the master bathroom, Kimiko starts prepping herself for the evening. Every inch of her was scrubbed and she made sure to make everything smell pleasant. She dries off and gets dressed, doing her best to try and hide the lingerie underneath the clothes. Afterwards, she finishes primping herself and heads toward the kitchen. Taking stock of what was in the pantry, she finds that there are just enough ingredients to make some chocolate chip cookies and gets to work.

By the time the alphas get home, the cookies were being placed onto cooling racks, and the whole house was covered in their delicious aroma.

“Welcome home,” Kimiko greets the two as they walk into the kitchen. “Thought you two may want some dessert after dinner.”

“Wow. Those smell amazing!” Hizashi says, walking over to grab one. He’s stopped by Shouta who gives his hand a small slap. 

“Don’t ruin your appetite. Plus, those look like they just got out, they probably need to cool.” He places the bags containing their dinner on the counter. 

“Those do smell good though. Thank you for making them,” he says, before walking over and giving her forehead a small kiss. She blushes in response, happy for the show of affection. Shouta’s original stern demeanor had her concerned that it would take a while for them to get where they are right now. Happiness blooms in her chest at the realization that’s not the case. Shouta catches onto the sweet, happy scent leaving her and gives a small smile.

“Sorry, Kimiko. Hizashi just can’t control himself around sweets.”

“Oh, sorry,” she replies, nervous she did the wrong thing.

“I’m not!” Hizashi blurts out. “My cute little omega comes with cookies? I’m in heaven.” Shouta chuckles and starts taking out everyone’s dinner from the bags. 

“I just realized! Is that my shirt, princess?” Hizashi asks, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Yes,” she says with a smile. “It smelt good so I just decided to put it on.”

“It looks good on you, huh, Shouta?” Hizashi says, standing back to admire the view.

“Nah,” Shouta says, taking in her appearance. “My shirts are better.”

She giggles as he winks at her and goes back to unloading the bags. Hizashi shakes his head and comes to hug her from behind. Happily, she accepts the hug and enjoys being encompassed by her alpha. She gives his arms a good squeeze and she’s met with an enthusiastic squeeze back.

“You are just too cute!” Hizashi exclaims. Shouta watches the two of them hug and catches Kimiko’s eyes. Releasing Hizashi, she moves over to Shouta and wraps her hands around his waist to hug him as well. 

“I hope you guys had a good day.” The men give noncommitted shrugs and nods.

“Could’ve been worse,” remarks Shouta. Unsure of how to respond, Kimiko gives a small nod and smiles. Deciding to try and keep things positive, she responds,

“Well, I’m just glad it wasn’t bad then!” 

She grabs some plates and quickly sets the table as Shouta brings the food over. Soon they’re all having dinner at the table next to the kitchen and talking more in-depth about their days. 

“I think some of the kids are just still upset you expelled them all, Shouta.”

“You expelled all your students?”

“He did, but they were all brought back the next day.”

"So many of these kids are self-sacrificing,” Aizawa says, irritation flowing through his words. “Often, they confuse being self-sacrificing with being suicidal. So I gave them what they wanted, a 'death' so to speak. It refocuses them into working harder for their future," he explains to Kimiko.

“Yeah, but Nezu’s never going to let you pull that again,” Hizashi teases. 

Shouta nods before taking a sip of his drink. A sense of joy flows through Kimiko as she learns more personal details about their lifestyles and work. She feels proud to know that they feel comfortable enough to share such information with her. Shouta finishes off his drink and locks eyes with Kimiko.

“So, little omega,” he starts. Her heart does a little backflip at the recognition. “How would you like this evening to go?”

“Oh,” she blushes a little, thinking about the lingerie set that’s hidden underneath her clothes. “Um, if it’s not too forward, I would really like to be marked by the both of you tonight, if you’re comfortable.” 

“Eager, are we?” Shouta taunts, causing her face to start heating up. The two men sitting across from her share in one of their usual silent conversations before Shouta breaks the silence,

“I think we can arrange for that.” Kimiko slightly shuffles in her chair and smiles wide, eyes diverted towards her now-empty plate.

“Why don’t we take things easy though and start by getting comfy on the couch,” recommends Hizashi. “Plus, there are some cookies calling out my name that I just have to get my hands on.” With a giggle, Kimiko stands up and helps collect the plates before heading into the kitchen with Hizashi. He grabs the plate of cookies and offers his other arm out to her. Accepting it, she allows him to guide her into the living room onto the large couch. Shouta stays behind in the kitchen to take care of the dishes. She tries to protest but Hizashi remarks,

“You’ll have plenty of time to take care of chores later. Allow us to take care of things for tonight.” Reluctantly, she agrees as he takes a seat to her left.

“Thank you for being so welcoming, I really appreciate it.” Hizashi gives her a dramatic sigh in return which makes her concerned that she offended him.

“I think I’m just going to have to start calling you honey because you are too sweet,” he shoots his signature finger guns at her and she can’t help but to laugh and blush.

“You guys are too. I was worried that I would end up with some really old creepy guy. I’m glad that’s not the case.” She places her hand on his arm and Hizashi smiles.

“Me too, hon. Although, I’m dying to know who else you had to interview with. Who else we beat out, ” he whispers out the last part.

“Yeah?” she giggles. “Well, let’s see. First was Best Jeanist, which I only know because my grandmother is a huge fan and was practically fangirling the whole time he was in the room.”

“I can see why, he’s always so put together.”

“Right? She loves ‘dapper’ men, so she knew it was Best Jeanist right away,” she giggles, remembering how surprised her grandmother was.

“Then I believe Mr. Kamihara was next, very polite guy.”

Hizashi’s eyebrows lock together as he thinks of who that could be.

“Oh! Edgeshot!”

“Was it really? He looked nothing like he does in his hero costume. I guess I could see his whole face too so maybe that’s why I didn’t realize.” Hizashi smiles at her comment as she thinks of who was next.

“Oh,” her face scrunches up as she remembers. “They did have me interview with a very wealthy businessman. Don’t remember what his name was, but he gave me the creeps.”

“Oh yeah, how so?”

“I can’t really describe it. Not sure if it was his demeanor or the way he kept looking at me but something about him made me sick to my stomach.”

Hizashi nods and puts a comforting hand on her thigh. She tries to hide the fact that it has her instincts screaming with excitement. 

“Then came Gang Orca and Shisido. Hard not to know who they are. They were usually in my district so it was interesting to be paired with them.”

Hizashi hums in acknowledgment.

“They were funny though, both wanting to know if the other was interested in picking me.” “That makes sense,” Hizashi comments. Kimiko looks at him a bit puzzled by the response. “They’re very competitive with one another. Makes sense it wouldn’t stop here.” 

“Mmm,” she hums. “Yeah, that does make more sense now. And then the last one before you guys was Mr. Toyomitsu. He was very friendly and they brought in extra snacks for him which I super appreciated.”

“Did you not eat at all?” concern blasts from Hizashi’s question.

“No, no. I did. Just not a big meal. The little snacks they gave us were all I had throughout the day.”

“Oh, hun.”

“No, no. It’s ok. Like I said they gave extra snacks for this guy so I was able to get some food and then when you took me out for dinner it took everything in me not to stuff my face.”

Hizashi groans. “I can’t believe they didn’t feed you, that’s just wrong.”

Shouta walks into the living room, just slightly hearing the end of the conversation.

“Is everything okay? Did you not like dinner?” Kimiko slightly startles and spins around, not having heard the man approaching them.

“Oh, no. Sorry, it’s not that-” she rushes to assure him, but Hizashi cuts her off.

“She hardly ate during the interviews. Poor thing was chomping at the bits when we took her out.”

“No, really. It’s ok. I was expecting that, I promise.”

Aizawa makes a displeased noise which has her shrinking into herself. 

“Ok, well don’t feel a need to wait for us to eat or anything like that. This is your house too, we want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“Ok, I will, I swear.”

He gives her a small smile and takes the seat to her right. She adjusts herself so she can easily turn her head between the two of them. Hizashi takes the chance to grab a cookie from the tray and takes a bite.

“Oh my god , Kimiko. These are incredible.”

“I’m really glad you like them,” she says, giggling when he shoves two more in his mouth. Shouta sighs from behind them,

“You’re going to choke.”

“MoUG ImpH Ought,” Yamada jokingly responds. He swallows a large amount of cookie in his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Kimiko jokingly reels back in disgust and then notices chocolate on the side of his mouth,

“Um, you have a little chocolate right here.” She points at the corner of her mouth and giggles. 

“Well, why don’t you come and take care of that?” he says suggestively while dramatically wiggling his eyebrows. She giggles again and leans forward. When she reaches out her hand to wipe off the chocolate, but he grabs it,

“Nuh-uh-uh. No hands,” he teases. A surge of confidence rushes through her at his challenge and she closes the rest of the distance to give a lick to the corner of his mouth. He takes the opportunity to sneak in a kiss. Giggles escape Kimiko’s mouth before she deepens the kiss. After a few moments, she pulls away for air.  

 Hizashi’s dopey grin greets her and she blushes. 

“So beautiful,” Shouta says from behind her. Pride fills her chest at his comment. Her instincts claw at her mind, happy that her alpha thinks she’s pretty.

“Could I get a kiss as well?” he asks. 

She nods and readjusts herself so she’s on her knees facing him. He grabs her chin and helps guide her toward his lips. She reaches her arms out to his chest to support herself better as the butterflies rush to her stomach. A small gasp escapes her, which he takes notice of, and smiles into the kiss more.

 Her instincts claw at her chest as she savors the kiss from her alpha. Trying to soothe the feeling, she places a hand on her chest. Noticing the movement, Shouta pulls away.

“Too far?” he questions.

“Not at all,” she answers breathlessly. 

“Good,” he responds, giving her a little peck on her forehead. 

“Gosh, you both make me blush so much!” she jokingly complains and both her alphas laugh.

“Sorry,” Shouta says. “You just look very cute when you blush. Makes me want to do it more.”

“Gosh,” is the only response she can think of. 

“Shouta, I must say, when we originally met, I thought you were just a very quiet person. Now, I know you were just waiting to speak until you could find the right words to melt me.” Both alphas laugh again at her comment.

“You got that right,” Hizashi agrees and she turns to face him. 

“Just wait until he gets you in the bedroom. He’ll say things to me that I can’t get out of my head for weeks.” A rush of heat shoots to her core at his comment. Her instincts fill her mind with all of the things he wish she’d say to him.

“Oh, gosh,” she says, jokingly scared.

“Don’t be fooled,” Shouta says, “Hizashi’s got quite the mouth on him too.”

“I should probably just write my obituary now then,” she jests in response. The guys laugh and Hizashi starts staring at her lips again. Shouta notices and decides to take charge of the moment. 

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Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega CHAPTER 2 - Home is Where the Cat is

AO3 Link SUMMARY: Kimiko gets a tour of the alpha's home.

CHAPTER 2 - Home is Where the Cat is

A large skyscraper behind a large concrete fence with an elaborate gated entrance sits in front of Kimiko and she can’t help but feel out of place. Yamada leans over and tells her,

“Welcome home.” 

Goosebumps spread across her skin as that fact sinks in, this is now her home. She never expected to end up in a place like this. While her family wasn’t poor, they were not well off enough to be able to afford to live in a complex similar to this one. 

Yamada comes around and opens her door. He offers his arm out to her, which she takes with a smile. Aizawa guides all of them through the front entrance and towards an elevator. He puts in a code and an elevator starts heading towards them. 

“We’ll give you all the codes and keys before you move in,” Yamada says while they wait.

“Thank you,” Kimiko responds. The elevator soon dings and she steps in with Yamada. Another code is entered and it starts moving. She holds on a little tighter to Yamada’s arm. He smiles down at her, noticing the change in grip.

“You ok?” he asks.

“Yeah, elevators just make me a little nervous. I’m sure I’ll be used to it in no time though.” She gives a polite smile back at him and squeezes his arm. They reach their floor and the door opens to a hallway with a few doors. 

Aizawa walks to the set of double doors with a keypad, punches in another code, and opens one of the doors for them. Kimiko follows Yamada in and immediately she’s struck with awe. The condo has very large windows that span over two stories. A large couch and fireplace sit in the middle of the room and she can catch a glimpse into another seating area on the second floor.

 Her arm drops from Yamada’s as her body moves on its own accord. Robotically, she takes her shoes off by the door, before walking further into the condo. There’s a large kitchen and dining set on one side and in the other direction are the rooms and stairs to the second story. 

The two-story window in the main room is what draws her in. Slowly, she walks up to it, in awe of its size and grandiose appearance.  The cityscape in front of her seemed to span on for miles and the sky above took her breath away. Looking down, she can see the streets and the chaotic energy of the world running rampant. Straight ahead the city sparkles with lights and distant stars.

 She spends a few moments, gazing around, absorbing all the world has to offer. A hand on her arm startles her out of the trance. Aizawa gives her a soft apology in return.

“Sorry, but there’s someone who wanted to meet you.” She looks around to see who it could be, before noticing an orange tabby sitting at her feet.

“This is Sushi. He guards the house.” Kimiko giggles at the introduction and lowers her hand down for it to sniff. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Sushi.” After a short regard, he rubs himself on her leg before letting her get in a few pets and scampering off.

“Would you like to see the rest of the place?” Aizawa asks, voice low.  Kimiko nods and grabs the hand he offers her. She’s led into the kitchen and shown where the pantry is.

“We can go shopping for some snacks for you if you’d like.”

“That’s ok,” she replies. “I’d like to visit the grocery store when I move in so I know what they have.” He nods and moves on to the hallway, showing her the direction of the guest rooms and bathrooms. Then, he takes her into the master bedroom. 

The largest bed she’s ever seen graces the middle of the room on top of a comfy-looking rug. Another large window is placed on one side of the room but is mostly covered by thick curtains at the moment. On the opposite wall is the entrance to the walk-in closet as well as the en-suite bathroom. 

“It looks so comfy,” she utters. Walking up to the bed, she runs a hand over the large, fluffy duvet. “It’s so inviting, I just want to fall into it.”

“That’s not even the best part,” Yamada says, from a chair by the window. He clicks a button on a remote and the curtains behind him fully close. At the same time, uplighting in the room turns on, encasing the room with a more warm, cozy feel. Kimiko’s breath hitches at how luxurious it all feels. 

“This is all so amazing,” she says, still in awe of everything. “It’s so cozy. I feel like I could melt.” Aizawa chuckles next to her. She looks up, her chest pounding again. Her instincts tell her that she needs to be closer to him. Her eyes land on his lips and then looks away when she realizes what she’s doing. 

“Um, do you know where my clothes could go?” She asks Yamada. It’s obvious he can feel the tension in the air. Giving her a Cheshire grin, he stands up from the chair and walks toward the closet.

“Well, we could make some space in here. I have some clothes that I can move together to give you a couple of shelves and a space to hang things if you’d like. Or, we can get you a dresser to put out in the room.” She takes a  closer look at the closet and the way things are set up before making a decision,

“I think a dresser would work fine, as long as I can still hang some clothes in here.”

“I can make that happen.”

“What kind of clothes do you like?” 

Yamada immediately gives her a confused look.

“If I were to get some more clothes, what would you like to see me in, what do you like?”

“Oh,” he says, turning his head to look at his partner while he thinks.

“What do you like to wear?” Aizawa asks while his partner ponders.

“I usually find myself wearing skirts and dresses. I try to keep things pretty classy out in public, but I also really like comfy clothes. Honestly, I’m just looking to see if there’s a style you all like.”

“I like skirts,” Aizawa comments.

“The style you were wearing in the photos in your file. It’s very cute and classy. I like that, it seems to fit you.” She smiles at Yamada’s comment, happy that she can stick with her usual style. Her instincts claw at her mind, curious to know what their taste in lingerie is. 

“What about-” she stops herself, realizing what she was about to ask them. Aizawa raises his eyebrow at the blush spreading across her face. 

“What about what ?” Aizawa asks. Kimiko thinks that he must be able to read her mind with how perceptive he is. 

“Nothing, sorry. Um,” she tries to change the subject and divert her eyes.

“No, you’re not getting away with that. You need to be honest, remember?” Aizawa interjects voice stern with a hint of playfulness. 

He takes a step toward her as he says, “What about, what ?” She glances over at Yamada who doesn’t try to intervene at all, if anything it seems like he’s entranced by his husband.

“Lingerie,” she says, a bit embarrassed. “What kind of lingerie would you like me to get?”

“There’s a good girl,” Aizawa compliments. All previous concerns she had about him warming up to her flew out the window. Her face burns at his words, but inside her instincts have her almost purring at his praise.

“I like a lot of straps while ‘Zashi prefers more lace.”

Tension builds between all of them, but instead of wanting to flee the room, Kimiko feels more inclined to cling to the man in front of me. Yamada seems to catch on and help her out.

“Why don’t we show you upstairs?” he says, grabbing her hand and leading them out of the room. 

Aizawa follows behind as they walk up the staircase to the second floor. Her heart feels like it’s practically pounding out of her chest but she tries to focus on taking in her new home. 

There’s a reading area with bookcases and couches on one side and the other side has an in-home gym. The gym was separated by a glass wall that allowed you to see in but looked thick enough to keep any music playing out. 

Kimiko walks over to the side with the bookcases. Her eyes run over the titles of the books, some looking familiar and others looking new and exciting. Walking over to the other side of the room, she takes a peek inside the gym. There seemed to be some equipment she could use and at the very least it was a great place to get her daily stretching in.

“This is all so wonderful,” she says, attention directed back to her new alphas.

“Is there anything you can think of that you’d need?” She takes a look around again before answering.

“I don’t think so. It looks like I can fit my books over there,” she says, pointing to one of the bookcases. “And the rest of my things look like they can fit in the rest of the house fairly easily.”

“Okay, well if you change your mind and think of anything, don’t be afraid to ask,” Yamada reassures her.

“Sounds like you’re not going to need your own room then?” questions Aizawa.

“No,” she says, a little shy. “I think there’s enough space for my things throughout the house. Plus, that bed looks too comfy to give up.” The two men give knowing smiles to one another.

“It is pretty comfy!” Yamada agrees. 

“When do you think you’d like to start moving in?” Aizawa asks.

“Friday, about mid-day if that’s ok. I still have some things I need to finish taking care of.”

“Yes, Friday is perfect. Gives you a little time to get settled before we get back from work.” Yamada responds with encouragement.

“We’ll stop and get dinner on the way home so you don’t have to cook on your first night,” Aizawa states. 

“Oh, that’s ok. I can cook,” she responds in a worried tone.

“Nah,” says Aizawa, stepping towards her and closing the distance between them. He reaches for her chin and tilts it up a little to look directly into her eyes. “I’d rather you focus on getting comfy and settled in here.” Her face warms at his touch, not expecting something so intimate from him.

“O-ok,” she shyly agrees. He lets go of her chin, but her head stays in the same place. He stands tall, keeping eye contact with her. 

At that moment, all the built-up tension from earlier comes back, making her control snap. Her eyes dip to his lips again before she surges forward, needing to close the distance between them. Aizawa reacts by meeting her halfway and pulling them closer as their lips connect. 

Butterflies rush to fill her stomach. His hand slowly makes its way to the side of her face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. Their lips move and find one another, savoring the feeling of being joined together. He pulls away and she finds herself unable to open her eyes right away. The butterflies leave her stomach as she opens her eyes. 

“Dang it,” Yamada says with a playful pout, startling them both. “I wanted to do that.” 

Aizawa gives a low chuckle. Kimiko finds herself relieved that he’s not angry.

“I’m so sorry, Yamada. I don’t know what came over me,” she quickly apologizes, backing away from Aizawa. “I hope I didn’t overstep.” The men share a glance, seeming to do a quick check-in.

“You’re completely fine,” Yamada reassures. “And I think we can drop the formalities now.”

“You’re probably right,” she says with a nervous giggle and then pauses. “Hizashi,” she says, testing out the name on her tongue. Looking at the other man next to her, she tries out his name, “Shouta.” 

“Kimiko,” Shouta responds. Her heart flutters at the way he says it, savoring his attention.

“Kimiko?” Hizashi asks, grabbing the attention of Shouta. 

“Yes?” The shakiness in her voice she detests comes back.

“Can I please kiss you now?”

“I would like that very much, Hizashi,” she says, forcing her voice to be less wobbly. He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls them together.

His lips meet her and the butterflies return. Kimiko’s head floats as their lips intertwine.  As she pulls away, she’s met with Hizashi’s dopey grin and soon she’s wearing a matching smile.

“That’s a lot hotter to watch than I was expecting,” Shouta comments, making her feel hot. “Hizashi, our omega is so cute.”

“So cute,” Hizashi mimics. Kimiko’s breath grows heavy as the tension between all of them builds once again. Her instincts start screaming in her head to have these men all over her.

She brings a hand to her chest, attempting to stop her heart from feeling like it’s going to explode from how hard it’s beating. Shouta sees this and backs off a little. Hizashi also notices and relaxes his posture to seem less intimidating.

“Sorry,” she apologizes before also taking a step back. “I should’ve been trying to control myself. I didn’t want to rush things too quickly.” The two alphas in front of her swap puzzled looks.

“Why are you apologizing?” Hizashi asks. “We’ve been the ones pushing things today. We should be apologizing.”

“Well, you two are already established mates. It’s not right of me to just come in and start kissing you both all willy-nilly. I overstepped, I’m sorry.”

“You are too sweet.” Shouta remarks. Kimiko’s heart pulls at her chest. “Don’t worry you’re not overstepping.” He emits a soothing wave that has her relaxing. He reaches out and takes a moment to rub his thumb along the side of her face. “You are our mate now. As long as we all keep communicating our needs and feelings, you’re not overstepping, remember?” She nods in response.

“But, please, tell us if you feel like we are,” Hizashi says, still concerned about her feelings.

“Ok, I will,” she says with confidence. Hizashi seems placated by her words. “I am a little nervous right now.”

“What’s got you nervous?” Hizashi asks. 

“It just feels like things are going really quick right now and I’d like to save things for our first night together if that’s okay with you guys.”

“That’s no problem at all, princess,” remarks Hizashi. Kimiko can’t help but blush at the pet name. 

“Oh? You like it when I call you princess?” Hizashi jests.

She gives shy nods in response.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Shouta playfully scolds. “Use your words.”

Kimiko practically melts at the attention. She wants nothing more than to just give in to her desires and jump into their arms. However, she decides to give them a little taste of their own medicine.

“Yes, alphas. I like it when you call me those names.” The men both give small curses under their breath and Hizashi breaks the tension.

“Okay, okay. You said you didn’t want to take things too far. We should all probably take a breath before we all start jumping each other.” That seems to sap the tension from the air and sure enough, everyone seems to release a breath and give a small chuckle.

“I should probably head back home then.” Kimiko’s suggestion is received with a nod from a now-quiet Shouta.

“Ok, princess. I’ll call up the front desk and have them prepare a chauffeur for you.”

“Thank you,” she says in response. He smiles at her and takes out his phone.

As she makes her way downstairs, Hizashi rings the front desk to make the arrangements. After he gets off the phone, she gives him a hug which he responds to with a kiss on the top of her head. 

“We’ll see you later this week, princess. Have a safe ride home. Text me when you get there?” She pulls back and smiles up at him.

“Sure thing.”

Aizawa walks up to the two of them and offers his arm out to Kimiko. Gladly, she accepts it and lets him lead her out of the condo.

“Bye, see you on Friday,” she says, waving goodbye to Hizashi.

“Bye, princess. See you Friday,” he says with a wink. Her cheeks heat up again as she makes her way out of the condo. 

When I get into the elevator, Aizawa looks down at her. She had been unintentionally squeezing his arm but noticed that she’d caught his eye and released her hold. 

“I’ll stop by your place later this week to drop off the keys and codes. How does your week look?” Aizawa asks, hoping to ease her nerves.

“I believe I’m free Wednesday afternoon.”

“Ok, that works, I have patrol that night so I’ll be free. Just send a text when you’re home.”

“Can do,” she says, smiling at him. The elevator dings and they arrive in the lobby. 

“Wow, that went by faster than I was expecting,” she says a bit quietly.  Aizawa grins and escorts her to the front of the lobby. Outside waits a familiar blacked-out vehicle with the rear door open. 

“Thank you for letting me see everything early,” says Kimiko, turning to face Aizawa.

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything before you move in.” She smiles and moves in to hug him goodbye. He accepts and gives her a small peck on her cheek as she pulls away. Blushing, she allows him to help her into the backseat. 

He shuts the door and Kimiko waves goodbye, before quickly realizing he can’t see her. She laughs to herself as the car moves away. The chauffeur turns on a local radio station, allowing Kimiko to stare out the window, watching her new home disappear. A wave of sadness creeps up on it, but she doesn’t realize it until a tear falls down her face. Quickly, she brushes it away with a sniffle and looks for a tissue in her purse, all while trying to rein in her emotions.

“There should be tissues in the seat pocket in front of you, ma’am,” notes the chauffeur. She replies with a small thanks and retrieves one, wiping up the rest of the tear and blowing her nose. The world outside passes by as she thinks back on the afternoon. By the time she’s home, the sadness has been replaced with excitement. In just a few days, she’ll be in her new home with her new alphas, starting the life that she’s worked so hard to get.

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Behind the Scenes: The Secret Omega CHAPTER 1 - Origin

AO3 Link SUMMARY: It's been a week since Kimiko's encounter with her ex. It's now the day of her pack placement and she's late for the first time in a long time. CHAPTER 1 - Origin

Of all the times to be late.

Making her way through the crowded sidewalk as quickly as she can, Kimiko tries her best not to bump into people. Her heels dig into her feet as she adds more pressure to them to prevent herself from failing as she weaves through people. The hair she spent so long trying to make look presentable is starting to fray from sweat and she’s letting off more of a panicked energy than she would have liked. She was on her way to the most important meeting of her life.

Everything that she had worked so hard on for the past five years led up to this moment and she was about to throw it all away by being late for the first time in forever. She had planned every second of her life from the times she woke up to the quick breaks she took to be at the top of her game. Of course, no amount of planning could prepare her for the hour delay her train had due to a villain attack further down the track.

Luckily, she had planned enough time to be about an hour early regardless. That way, she had time to prep with her grandmother, since she would also be attending this meeting. However, the delay forced her to go through everything in her head and try and get into the right headspace. 

As her feet hit the stairs leading up to the building she needed to be in, a sense of reassurance filled her. Looking at her phone, she was only 10 minutes late. Still not ideal and certainly not a good image but it was better than nothing. She quickly speed-walked through the halls of the building, knowing exactly where she needed to be. The familiar receptionist greets her and quickly ushers her toward the normal meeting room.

“Thank you, I am so sorry I-,”

“Don’t worry about it. Just get in there and do your best,” they encourage, practically pushing her inside.

Quickly, she makes her way to the chair she had become so acquainted with the past five years, apologies pouring out of her mouth as she takes a seat.

“Ison,” her advisor greets. “So nice to see you. I heard about the delay, so no need to worry. I’m just glad you were able to make it.”

She lets out a deep breath in relief. Heart hammering in her chest, she knows she’s probably letting off a variety of unpleasant waves. Her grandmother’s hand rests on her back reassuringly as she takes a deep enough breath to steady herself.

“I am so sorry. Thank you for still meeting me today. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, Ison. Feel free to take a moment to collect yourself, the matchmaker went to get some water so you have a few moments.” 

“Thank you,” I say, letting out another very large breath. The advisor gives her a small chuckle as she focuses on relaxing.

“Quite the odd morning for you,” her grandmother quips. Kimiko nods and smiles at her. No doubt, her grandmother worked some of her charm on the matchmaker, preventing them from leaving altogether. Taking one final long breath, her heartbeat returns to normal and she focuses on centering herself, stopping any further unpleasant waves. Feeling more complete, she responds,

“Quite.”

Her grandmother gives her signature giggle and helps get her hair more put together while she focuses on straightening out her outfit. The door opens as they finish up and the matchmaker walks in, water in hand.

“There you are, Ison. Good to see you are joining us today.” She gives a polite bow in response. 

“Thank you for still seeing me today. I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience.” 

“You’re lucky your grandmother was here,” they comment as they take the seat across from her, next to her advisor. Their differing personalities create an unusual atmosphere in the office. It’s different from the warm presence she’s used to. “She was able to convince me that this was out of the norm for you which is the only reason I stayed.”

Politely, she nods in response, knowing that she should say nothing but wishing she could explain everything. Obedience is one of the traits that she’s known for so trying to state her case would only hurt her chance of being paired well even more. She lets her head hang, showcasing her obedience further and hoping it’s enough to win over the person who will decide her fate.

They let out a noise of approval before drinking some of their water. She dares not to take her eyes off the floor in front of her, but she knows the folders on the desk are all of her potential candidates. Excitement and nervousness fill her but she focuses on staying composed.

Since she had recently graduated from college, her advisor finished up her folder and passed it along to the Prime Society’s head matchmaker. They would go through their list of alphas and alpha-led packs to determine where she would fit best. She has a lot of things working against her, so she worked hard for the past 5 years to do everything she could to boost her appeal.

“Well,” the matchmaker starts. They put down their water and Kimiko hears them readjust in their seat. “You are a most interesting case indeed. No quirk, no parents, and nowhere to live in just under a month is that correct?”

“Yes,” her grandmother responds for her. “I’m moving in with one of my daughters, but I’m confident that Kimiko will have a new home by then.”

“I see,” they respond. “Well, that being said, you still have quite the profile here—a degree in general studies with a variety of skills and knowledge. Looks like you took cooking classes, a financial literacy course learned three languages, and volunteered as a teacher’s aide at your local grade school. All of this plus you’re following the diet and exercise routine our doctors have set for you. You’ve shown tremendous discipline and it’s turned you into a perfect candidate for anyone in the Society’s Pack Program.”

Her heart soars at the praise. She looks up at the matchmaker, a smile sits on their face. Throughout her studies, she was often told that she was pushing back omega’s rights, her beliefs were too old-fashioned, or that everything she was doing was just a waste of time. This moment canceled out every negative comment and threw out every name she had been called out the window. What she did worked and it impressed the matchmaker.

The only person who took the time to understand why she did what she did was her good friend, Naomi. She was in one of the English classes Kimiko took and they bonded over learning a language to impress an alpha. There was an American hero who moved into her complex that she was dying to impress.

“So, I haven’t met many prime omegas or alphas. But it seems like having babies is really important for you all.”

Kimiko giggles at her comment. “I mean, you’re not wrong. As you know, primes possess the ability to easily overpower any of the other secondary genders. Many prime alphas used to be in high-ranking positions, using that ability to easily stay in power.”

Naomi nods as she follows along.

“ That was until quirks emerged into the world though. Large groups of alphas would rally together and use their quirks to take down primes and their families. Eventually, the power primes had was lost and their rarity increased exponentially. That led to The Society of the Prime Alphas and Omegas.”

“And they want babies?”

“Ha ha! I mean, yeah, essentially. The Society wanted to ensure the future generation was prosperous and well taken care of. Making sure the number of primes doesn’t dwindle to the low number it was previously, is The Society’s main priority.”

“Ok,” Naomi says, mulling over her answer. “But how do heroes fall into this, because I know they’re a big part of it.”

“The Society paired up with the Hero Commission and required that any Prime that was registered with the Commission had to either start a pack of their own or they would be assigned a mate to start a pack with. As you know, while the offspring of two Primes don’t guarantee the presentation of a Prime, the odds increase significantly. Since heroes are usually strong individuals, they want to make sure that they have offspring so the next generation of Primes is also strong.”

“Ooooh,” Naomi responds. “So I was right, babies are important to you guys.” 

They both laugh. “Yes, babies are important.”

The matchmaker’s smile seems to fall a little bit as they look over the table at all of the files between us.

“While you are an extremely capable candidate I must admit it was still hard to place you.”

The pride she was just feeling falters.

“Not for the reasons you would normally think though. See, most candidates rely on their quirk or their family’s name to push them into a good pack. Normally I can play around with corresponding quirks or determine family assets to place a candidate but you’re a bit more special than that.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“When I looked at your file I knew we had to place you with someone extraordinary, not just any alpha that was looking to add another omega to their pack. A hero seems like the most suitable fit for your talents. That’s where the problems started to arise. See, about 2 years ago we had a push for quite a few of our high-ranking heroes to accept omegas. The thought process was that if packs had babies all around a similar age, it would make it easier in the future to establish additional packs.”

She nods her head and takes in the information, but continues not to say anything.

“Well, since we had gone through quite a few heroes that I thought would have been a good fit for you, I started looking at your current options. I’ve pulled together some matches and we’ll have you both meet with them today.”

Her stomach drops. She should probably be more joyous at this moment, but now she’s concerned that they’re placing her too high. She’ll have to be on top of my game with whomever she’s paired with. 

“However, I do want you to be aware that some of them have already told me ahead of time that they do not want to take on an omega right now. They’re just meeting you out of respect for my position and sadly I cannot make them take on an omega.”

“Sad, really,” my grandmother jokes. Kimiko lets a small smile grace her face before returning her composure.

“Believe me, if I could I would. So many of these heroes are stuck on the idea of finding their mate on the field like a bunch of love-sick puppies.” The matchmaker groans and shakes their head. At one time, Kimiko had believed the same thing. She was destined to go through her life and just eventually run into her mate, but as she matured, she realized that dream wasn’t realistic. 

“Now then, I’m going to explain how this process is going to go. We’re going to be in one of the tea rooms today.”

Immediately her stress returns. Performing tea ceremonies all day was the last thing that she wanted to do. The matchmaker must see her tense because they let out a small chuckle.

“Because of the number of candidates we’re going through today, we don’t have time to do proper tea ceremonies. Though, something tells me that I would be very impressed with your skills.” 

Kimiko breathes a sigh of relief and smiles. 

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” Thankfully, the matchmaker doesn’t comment on her speaking out of place which she realizes she’s doing as she thanks them. Instead, they just give her a small smile and continue.

“We’re going to have you meet with eight different possible alphas today. Both myself and your grandmother will be there to help guide the conversation, but ultimately we’re looking to see if there’s a connection made. You’ll have 45 minutes to talk with the alpha and then 15 minutes to discuss your thoughts and eat, drink, or use the bathroom if you need it.”

She nods and waits for them to continue, but there’s a long pause so she takes it as a sign to speak.

“That sounds perfect. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” Kimiko can feel her grandmother beam at her response. Her caution to be overly cordial and traditional repeated in her mind. The matchmaker stands from their desk, which Kimiko and her grandmother mimic.  

“Shall we, then?” they prompt.  They follow them out of the room and into one of the tea rooms that face the garden. Kimiko looks out and smiles, enjoying the view of the various flowers blooming in the beautiful April air. This time of year is always her favorite, especially since all of the cherry blossoms are in bloom. 

She takes her seat at the tea table next to the window so she can glance out between alphas. Her grandmother sits to her right and the matchmaker is at the head of the table next to her. While they take a more comfortable position, Kimiko sits in the traditional seiza position to flaunt her posture and show a sense of elegance. Since her grandmother had her sitting this way constantly at home, it’s not as uncomfortable as it would normally be. 

The table is set for all of them and tea is starting to be poured by their hosts for the day. Seeing the opportunity to center herself, Kimiko takes deep breaths and tries to neutralize any negative waves flowing off of me. Before she knows it, a folder is placed in front of her grandmother with the first alpha on it. 

“Let’s begin.”

Six hours later

Mentally, she is exhausted from being at the top of her game all day. She tries her best not to show it, focusing on her breathing and the energy she’s putting out. She’s met with mostly heroes and one older alpha with quite a bit of influence. They’ve all been quite polite, but she can tell that they’re all not quite interested which has her a bit disheartened. She’s thankful that the last one was a big eater because she was able to get in a couple more snacks than they had been offering her throughout the day, but she’s still quite hungry.

The matchmaker is discussing something with one of the hosts before they start to reset the table for the next alpha. They clear their throat before addressing Kimiko.

“It would seem that our next match has decided to decline the invite last minute, so we will be moving forward with the last match of the day. They are working on retrieving them now.”

She’s a bit grateful, knowing it means she’ll be able to relax and eat soon, but the idea of being rejected still bothers her. She takes notice that the place settings are being changed from one to two as the folder is set in front of her.

As she’s done with the previous folders, she grabs it and opens it in front of her grandmother so she can also make a judgment. They’re greeted by two photos and a summary of the alphas below them.

Hizashi Yamada

Age: 29

Quirk: Voice

Occupation: Hero, English Teacher, and DJ

Interests: English and music

Aizawa Shouta

Age: 30

Quirk: Erasure

Occupation: Hero and Teacher

Interests: Cats

“Two alphas?” questions her grandma.

“I know two Prime Alphas for one pack is a bit unusual, but I think Ison would make the perfect addition to their pack,” states the matchmaker. “Their personalities complement each other very well. They’re both heroes as well as teachers at the U.A. Hero Academy and they’re both very strong and highly intelligent alphas that I think will make excellent mates for you.”

“Wow, they sound very reputable,” notes her grandmother.

Looking over the photos of the two alphas, Kimiko’s heart sinks. She knows both of these men and doubts either of them wants anything to do with me. Yamada seems very outgoing and is probably not going to like that she’s not. The other alpha was the one who helped with Kyo outside her apartment last week, Eraserhead. The tired expression he was wearing that night seems to be in every photo they have of him. Glancing over to her grandmother, she can tell she recognizes him too, but she doesn’t say anything. It sinks in that their relationship is most likely very private and Kimiko swallows hard. 

“Your impressive skill set also fits in with their busy schedules and heavy lifestyles. I think you’re more than capable of handling not just one, but the two very chaotic lifestyles as they have,” the matchmaker notes, taking her out of her thoughts.

“What an honor,” her grandmother says. Kimiko nods in response. The room is quiet which signals that they’re looking for her input so she quickly adds,

“They seem like very wonderful men. I would be very honored if they would have me.”

“There is one thing we should let you know about before you decide to move forward with this choice.” The matchmaker leans forward a bit and makes direct eye contact with Kimiko. She return their gaze without staring them down, but the hairs on the back of her neck start to stand up in concern.

“Due to their age, should you choose to join a pack with these alphas,” their gaze is still intense as they speak. “A pregnancy is expected within a year.”

Kimiko’s grandmother lets out a small, surprised gasp. She had been aware that something like this was possible, so the comment didn’t phase her. She responds with a nod.

“You’re ok with that?”

“Yes,” she responds, the words coming out of her mouth with no hesitation. “I am sure.”

“Well, ” the matchmaker says, clapping their hands together. This signals they’re ready for the alphas. “Let’s see what happens then.”

“Sounds good,” she says, trying to cover up the new wave of nervousness that washes over her. 

The doors open and the two men from the photos appear. While she’s been around plenty of Prime Alphas, something about these two seems to have Kimiko’s instincts going haywire. The pull in her chest I felt the night I met Eraserhead comes back. She takes a deep breath and tries not to make an indication that they don’t know each other unless he says something. It’s possible he doesn’t recognize her, especially since she doesn’t look the same as she did that night, so she’ll just wait to see if he brings it up.

“Hello, boys. This is Ison Kimiko and her grandmother, Ison Yuki.”  As the matchmaker introduces her, they respectfully bow, before taking a seat at the table across from me.

“I’m Yamada Hizashi,” the blonde man says, “so good to meet you. This is my husband, Aizawa Shouta.” The man to his right gives another short nod in recognition but doesn’t seem to have any interest in speaking at the moment. She hopes this isn’t a bad sign.

“Such charming gentlemen we have here,” her grandmother quips. Kimiko finds herself smiling at her comment. 

“Why don’t we have some tea before we get into the interview, hm?” This line has been used by the matchmaker with practically every interview today, yet feels oddly perfect this time around. Our hosts enter the room, pour some tea, and leave some small bites for everyone to eat. Meanwhile, her file is placed in front of the two alphas to look over. Deciding it’s best to take one last glance, she let her eyes rake over their file once more. Soon enough, tea is served and our hosts leave.

“Now then, Ison,” the matchmaker prompts her as they have been with the previous interviews. “Why don’t you tell these gentlemen a little about yourself.”

“Of course,” she says with a smile. “My name is Ison Kimiko. I’m 25 years old and I do not have a quirk. My parents passed away in middle school during a villain attack and I’ve been living with my grandmother ever since. 

After high school, I joined the Society’s Pack Program with a focus on becoming the most well-rounded omega for my future pack. I graduated with a degree in general studies earlier this year learning how to cook, clean, and take care of finances and I can speak three languages. 

This past year I volunteered at Masegaki Elementary School and feel confident being able to work with smaller children. In my free time, I enjoy reading and journaling but I also take time to do more physical activities like pilates and hiking if I can.”

Yamada seems to be interested in what she’s saying but it’s hard to gauge what Aizawa is feeling. He’s had a cold demeanor since he entered the room but she doesn’t believe it’s because of anything she’s said or done. 

“Miss Ison here is also extremely modest. She’s been the Pack Program’s role model for all new members with how much she’s excelled,” the matchmaker adds. Her heart soars at the praise, this wasn’t something that they’ve brought up any other time today. Kimiko gives an appreciative smile as they continue. “Of all of the matches we’ve seen today, I must say that this is the most interesting. Not just because of your relationship,” they say, gesturing toward the alphas. “But because you both share a common past.”

They all look to the matchmaker, puzzled. Is it possible that they know that Aizawa and Kimiko met last week? Her mind starts to race trying to put the pieces together. The matchmaker looks between their confused faces before explaining themselves further.

“They both lost a friend in the Tasomiya Ward attack your parents were in,” the room goes deathly quiet as they all process what was just said.

“Oh, how horrible,” Kimiko’s grandmother responds. Kimiko can feel a wave of sadness leaves her, so she tries to reign in her emotions.

Her grandmother pats her back in reassurance. She nods and focuses her breathing again, stopping any further waves.  The boys also seem to share in her sentiment, taking a moment to process. 

“While it may be a difficult subject to discuss now, I believe this may be something you can bond and grow from with one another.”

She gives a solemn nod and takes a chance, addressing the alphas, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Us too. Uh, about you,” Yamada responds a bit sheepishly. There’s more to be said, but now doesn’t seem to be the right time so she tries to move the conversation forward.

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” She hopes the smile on her face lightens the mood a bit. “So, I have to know. What is it like teaching at U.A.?”

“It’s great, definitely keeps you on your toes!” Yamada seems to perk up, shooting her some finger guns that cause her to let out a small giggle. Something sparkles in his eye and he continues, “I used to teach the first-year students, but I was able to convince this guy to start teaching there and now he’s the first-year teacher. We’ve been there about three years now, this next class will be our fourth year teaching there.” Yamada gives Aizawa a playful shove and receives an eye roll in response.

“As of right now, I’m the English teacher,” Yamada proudly says. Kimiko perks up at this new bit of knowledge.

“Oh how funny, English was one of the languages I learned in school. I’m nowhere close to being a teacher but I did have lots of fun learning!” 

“ Far out ,” he responds in English, making her giggle again. 

“How is it teaching the first years?” She direct the question towards Aizawa. He seems to think about his answer before a familiar deep, throaty voice answers,

“It’s like trying to wrangle a bunch of circus monkeys.” Her laugh escapes her before I realize it’s left her mouth and she rushes to cover it.

“Sho!” Yamada scolds his partner.

“She asked.” Kimiko can’t help but smile.

“I can understand the sentiment. It often felt that way with some of the children I worked with as well.” Aizawa gives her a small smirk back and she takes that as a win. “You both have very interesting hobbies. Yamada, you’re a DJ, is that right?”

“Yeah, for my show Put Your Hands Up Radio !” he answers enthusiastically, seeming to put on his DJ act. The finger guns are back and he wiggles his eyebrows. “It's on Friday nights, you should tune in!” 

“Wait,” she pauses, putting the pieces together. “You’re Present Mic?” The smile he gives Kimiko in response could rival the Cheshire cat.

“The one and only! I take it you’re one of my little listeners?” It’s her grandmother who answers as she blushes.

“Oh goodness, is she ever. She stays up late to listen to you practically every Friday on the radio in her room. What’s the name of the program you’re always gushing about, dear?” Kimiko is sure her face is completely flushed.

“Loveline?” She offers, knowing that’s exactly what she’s talking about.

“Yes! That’s the one. She goes on and on all of the couples that call into that.” Kimiko wants nothing more than to melt into the floor, but Yamada seems to take pity on her.

“Well, it’s always good to meet a listener. Thank you for tuning in.” The wink he gives her does nothing to calm the redness that’s exploding across her face. She finds the courage to push past it though.

“No, thank you. I appreciate what you do, it’s helped me get through my studies.”

“Aw, gosh. I’m glad to hear that. Just promise me you’ll keep listening if this doesn’t work out.” His comment slightly stabs her in the heart but she again pushes past it.

“Of course, don’t think I could go without it,” she beams. Aizawa seems to be regarding her, so she tries again to get him to open up a little bit.

“Aizawa, you like cats, is that right?” Yamada gives him a knowing look.

“I do,” says the voice that is currently causing her stomach to do backflips. 

“Have you had any?” He reaches for his phone in his pocket and flips it around to show Kimiko his screen. An orange tabby all sprawled out on its back stares back at her.

“This is Sushi,” Aizawa comments with a small smile. “I got him from my friend when I was in high school.”

“Awwww,” she coos at the photo. “He’s so cute!” Aizawa gives a small chuckle at her reaction, causing a warmth to spread through her chest.

“Don’t tell him that. It’ll go to his head.” His genuine comment has her grinning like a doofus.

“Ok, I’ll try not to,” she giggles as he puts his phone away. It seems like she’s gotten Aizawa to open up a bit more which makes her heart soar.

“So, how did you two meet?” she asks, genuinely curious.

“Aizawa and I met our freshmen year at U.A. during the sports festival. He beat my butt during our duel and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Aizawa and I finished school, started working as pro-heroes, and officially became mates just a little after that. It’s been a little over 10 years.”

“Oh wow. 10 years, that’s amazing. Congratulations.” 

“Thank you!” Yamada says, beaming. “I know two alphas aren’t the norm, but we love each other and couldn’t see each other being in a different pack.”

“That’s very sweet,” Kimiko’s grandmother comments and Kimiko nods enthusiastically.

“I love that you both met at U.A. and now you teach there. There’s something really special about that, I love it.”

The matchmaker looks between all of them before jumping into the conversation.

“I hate to break things up here since you’re all getting along so well, but we are almost out of time and I want to make sure there weren’t any questions that needed to be answered before we all split up.”

Her stomach sinks a little, realizing that their time is almost up. This is the most connected she’s felt to any alpha today and she’s sad, thinking that this might be the end. 

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think it was going to work out at first. I was prepared to come in today and just automatically reject this whole thing,” Aizawa confesses. Yamada gives him a look as he does, clearly upset he brought it up. The happy-go-lucky persona he just had is completely gone. “But now that I’ve met you, I think I was wrong about that.”

A grin plasters itself on Kimiko’s face and she tries not to start tearing up, happy that they seem to like her.

“The only question that I have for you is if you’ve had any previous relationships.”

“Oh my god, Shouta! I didn’t think you’d say that. I’m so sorry!” Yamada scolds. She didn’t expect the question to be so directly asked, but she was ready to answer regardless. A cynical part of her mind wonders if he’s asking because he’s recognized her, but she chooses to ignore it.

“It’s quite alright. In terms of past relationships, I did have one boyfriend, but we were never intimate. He got physically violent with me when I wouldn’t give him what he wanted, so I left.”

“Oh, hun,” Yamada says, voice dripping with pity. Aizawa doesn’t seem to make any sort of reaction and she’s not sure how to take that.

“It’s ok, it was a long time ago. Before I started getting serious about the Pack Program. I think that’s probably what pushed me to make the decision. I wanted to find people with similar goals in mind.”

“I would have thought that would have deterred you,” Aizawa says in a questioning tone.

“You know, my advisor said the same thing. I think it’s more like,” she pauses again to fully think of how she wants to say things. Everyone stares at her as she thinks, so she quickly just tries to find her words and push forward.

 “I think it’s more like he just wanted me for sex, plain and simple. The Pack Program seems more personal, and more focused on a healthy pack. It just resonates with me more than just having sex for sex, seems like less drama too.” Her grandmother grunts in acknowledgment. The matchmaker takes the opportunity to take back control of the conversation.

“Were there any other questions?” They take the silence that follows as confirmation that the conversation has concluded. Kimiko’s stomach drops again, realizing this has come to an end.

“Alright, I’ll think I’ll just jump in then.” She gives them a confused look, this was not something they had done for any of the previous interviews. 

“First, I’d like to explain how my quirk works. Have you all heard the folk tale of the red string?”

“The one that connects us to the one we love?” Kimiko asks.

“Yes, quite. My quirk allows me to see this string as well as show it to others. It’s very helpful in situations such as this,” they give a slight chuckle to themselves. Kimo’s heart speeds up, hopeful for them to say what she thinks they will.

“I was a bit concerned when you two walked in because your string was quite prominent and thick,” the matchmaker says to the two men in front of her. All hopes of hers go out the window and her stomach sinks. There wasn’t a chance to begin with, but the matchmaker carries on.

“Which makes sense given the relationship you two have. I was tempted to almost call off the interview, but then something caught my eye. If you don’t mind,” they reach out their hands. Kimiko carefully reaches over the table and places her hand in theirs. Since Aizawa is closest, he does the same. Yamada hovers his hand out next to Aizawa’s. The matchmaker takes a deep breath and closes their eyes. Between the pinkies of the two alphas, a red string forms. They look at one another and Yamada smiles as they watch it appear.

Then, there’s a flash of light before a thinner, golden string forms between Aizawa’s pinkie and Kimiko’s pinkie. Her breath catches as it continues to extend from her pinkie to Yamada’s pinkie.

“Oh my. Does this mean-,” Kimiko’s grandmother trails off, looking at the matchmaker for answers.

“Yes. True mates.” Taken aback, Kimiko returns her hand to her lap, the men across from her follow and the strings disappear. “I’ve seen it only twice before but there’s no denying it. The three of you are meant to be together.” 

She swallows as she processes this. There are stories told about this to little girls, but nothing like this ever seemed possible.

“Now, from what I’ve been told and what I have seen myself, if the three of you decide to move forward with this relationship there may be some interesting events that may happen. I’m saying this, not to push you into a relationship, but just to be aware of what may happen.”

“Thank you,” Aizawa responds. He looks to Yamada who nods, seemingly answering some quiet question that had been asked.

“If you don’t mind, we’d like to take a moment to discuss with one another before we make a decision.”

“But of course, gentlemen. Let me show you to the door.” The matchmaker gets up and the three leave the room, leaving behind Kimiko and her grandmother. A deep sigh leaves Kimiko as her grandmother readjusts how she’s sitting so she’s more comfortable. 

“Think they like me?” Kimiko asks, trying to soothe her nerves.

“It’s hard to tell,” her grandmother says, her voice low. “We are not our true selves in these meetings. We put on a front, something I can see both of these men doing. They do appear to be good people and there’s no doubt they would be able to take care of you without any issue. I am concerned their relationship may be a deterrent, but what a surprise that you all ended up being true mates-”

“Right?” Kimiko breathes out, interrupting her. “What are the odds of that? That’s something you hear about in fairy tales!” She can feel her grandmother’s side eye before she sees it. She deflates quickly and reels herself in with a small sorry.

“If they do not decide to take you into their pack, you must make sure to do whatever the matchmaker says to break that bond between the three of you. It’s not fair to you to still have that bond if you’re in a different pack.”

“Yes, Grandma. I will,” she responds robotically.

“Let’s not worry about that now though, hm? I’m sure they’ll come back with good news.” She nods in response and looks back out into the garden. The sun has dipped further into the sky, adding warmth and shadows to the garden. A few minutes of silence later, a knock on the door snaps her out of her gaze and she makes sure her posture is as perfect as it can be. The matchmaker comes back into the room and sits back at the table. 

“They’ll probably be a couple more minutes. It seems that they have a bit to talk about.” Kimiko nods and worries her bottom lip before going back to look at the garden. Doubts flood her mind the longer they take. Her head replays their conversation, analyzing everything she said for things that may have upset or displeased them. For Kimiko, it feels like a lifetime has passed when the doors open again and the two alphas make their way back to the table.

“Welcome back, gentleman,” the matchmaker prompts. The two slightly bob their head in response as Kimiko’s stomach starts to tie itself into a million knots. Neither alpha makes a move to talk, so the matchmaker takes it upon themselves to start the conversation back up. 

“Did you both come to a decision?”

“Yes,” Aizawa answers. He looks over Kimiko before turning his attention to the matchmaker.

“We’d like to take Ison out to dinner before we make our decision if that’s alright.” The matchmaker’s head snaps to Aizawa and they start to stammer. 

“Well, that’s - I must say that’s not really the normal-,”

“There are some things that we would need to discuss with her one-on-one before any decision is finalized for anyone here,” Aizawa says firmly. She shifts a little, unsure of what to say or do before glancing over to her grandmother. 

Her grandmother takes a moment to regard Kimiko while the matchmaker still works on collecting themselves.

“I don’t see any problem with that, you boys seem capable enough to take care of her.” She starts to get up, using Kimiko’s shoulder as leverage. 

“Grandma, are you sure-,”

“Just let me know when you’re on your way back home, Kimi. I think I’m going to get some dinner myself.” Kimiko is stunned as her grandmother makes her way out of the room. Once she leaves, her attention goes back to everyone else in the room.

“I’m sorry, she can be a bit mischievous,” she offers. “Dinner does sound nice though, thank you.” She gives a polite bow before looking at the matchmaker. They seem a bit flustered, but they let out a huff, taking back control of the room.

“This is highly unusual, but I will let it slide. Please, just let me know tomorrow if a decision is made so we can take care of any follow-up paperwork or schedule more interviews if needed.”

“Of course,” Aizawa states plainly.

“Hope you’re hungry, Ison,” Yamada quips with a smile. She lets out a breath of air and nods quickly,

“Starved.” The smile on his face grows.

“Perfect, I know just the place to go,” he says with a wink. They all stand up and Kimiko takes a second to readjust her outfit. Yamada comes up beside her and offers his arm. Smiling at his gesture, she gladly loops her arms through his as he guides her out of the room.

“Don’t forget, tomorrow. First thing preferably,” the matchmaker says as they all exit the room.

“Will do,” Kimiko responds. “Thank you.” They give another huff and weary smile before letting us all leave. Aizawa follows behind the pair as they make their way out of the building. She looks around to see if she spots her grandma, but she seems to already be long gone.

“You’re going to love this place,” Yamada prompts. “It’s one of our favorites.” She watches as a blacked-out SUV pulls up in front of the building and someone jumps out to open the doors. A bit curious, she looks up to Yamada to see if he looks concerned at all, but his lack of reaction lets her know that this car is probably for them. Not wanting to seem rude, she tries carrying on the conversation.

“What do you like about it?”

“Well, the food is really good, but they also have seating in the back that’s super comfy.”

“And private,” Aizawa chimes in and Yamada clicks his tongue.

“Sho, you’re gonna scare her.” When his partner doesn’t respond he gives Kimiko’s arm a little squeeze. They walk up to the SUV and he guides her in before taking a seat next to her. Aizawa sits in the passenger seat and gives the name of the restaurant.

“To be honest, we did choose this place because it's private, but they also have good food,” Yamada says, seemingly to placate any negative thoughts she may be having.

“Like what? What do you normally get?”

Yamada starts talking about different dishes he likes as Kimiko looks between the two alphas in the car. Aizawa is a bit more quiet than she’d like, making her concerned about the nature of what they’d like to talk about. She tries not to make it noticeable that she’s concerned and listens in on what Yamada is recommending. He must catch on though, because after a few recommendations, he gives her a pity smile. 

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” His voice has dropped in tone and he sounds the most genuine he has all evening. Kimiko gives a small smile and lets out a breath.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s not you. You’re not scaring me, I promise. It's just that I’m not sure what to say or do.” 

He reaches over and squeezes her arm before looking directly at her.

“Just be yourself,” he says in that quieter, genuine voice. A feeling of warmth and safety blooms in her chest. Seeing himself be more genuine and less of the personality that she hears on the radio has her relaxing and letting her walls down more.

“Okay,” she tries making her response as authentic as his was and from the warm smile on his face, it seems that he appreciates it. 

“The chicken you mentioned does sound delicious. I haven’t had much besides those small tea snacks all day.”

“That sounds awful,” Yamada comments, taking his hand off her arm. “We’ll make sure you eat good, ok?”

“Okay,” she says, smiling. She takes his concern for her as a good thing. Aizawa looks over his shoulder to regard them but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he points out the restaurant to the driver and the car pulls over.

Yamada gets out first and reaches a hand out to help Kimiko out of the vehicle. Her legs are still a little sore from sitting all day, so they wobble and she ends up crashing into him as they get out. He takes the opportunity to chuckle and catch her.

“Falling for me already?”

“I guess so,” she laughs back 

Closing the door behind her, she grabs ahold of his arm like she did before. His warm smile sits casually on his face as Aizawa walks ahead of them, opening the door to the nicest restaurant she’s ever seen.

Inside, mood lighting and posh furniture greet the trio. A grand crystal chandelier hangs in the middle of the room, glittering and reflecting the soft lighting throughout the room. Kimiko’s eyes wander around in awe, captivated by the sights. The men check-in, explaining that they called in earlier, but had one more guest than expected. The hostess tells them it’s not an issue before guiding them down a hallway to the left labeled VIP. They walk down a row of small rooms before being guided to an open room. Inside is a U-shaped booth and table with more mood lighting and some small candles.

“Feel free to get comfortable, your server will be with you shortly.” 

“Thank you,” Yamada comments before sitting down and scooching into the booth. He pats the spot next to him and Kimiko quickly sits beside him. Aizawa takes a seat on the opposite side of them and Kimiko’s nerves return. 

“Thank you for inviting me here, this place is very nice,” she comments.

“Our pleasure, we hope you like it,” Yamada replies.

“We did bring you here to discuss some more serious topics, though.”

“Oh, Sho. Let’s at least get some food and drinks before you start killing the mood,” Yamada huffs in response.

“I’m just trying to set expectations.”

“It’s alright, really,” Kimiko says to Yamada. She mimics squeezing his arm like he did to her earlier, earning a grin from the alpha. “I think I’m more nervous that I don’t know what we’re going to talk about.”

“Ok, that’s fair,” Yamada agrees. "We wanted to go over our relationship a bit as well as ask some questions we knew would be difficult to answer in front of your grandmother."

"Oh, well thank you. I appreciate that." A wave of surprise emits from Kimiko.

"Plus, it's hard to gauge what a person is really like in a meeting like that. We'd like to see who you truly are, Ison Kimiko." The intimidating stare he directs at her makes her swallow hard.

A knock at the door eases the tension and a waiter slides the door open. They introduce themselves and get the drink orders as well as a small appetizer that Yamada wanted before leaving the three of them alone again. 

"So, did you want to get into it?" Aizawa prompts. Kimiko looks between the two of them before nodding and taking in a deep breath. The two appear to have a silent conversation before also nodding. 

"I can go first,” says Yamada. 

Kimiko shifts to face him better before giving him her full attention. 

“Is it true that the two of you have met before?” Yamada asks in a slightly playful tone.

Ice shoots through her veins as his words sink in. Aizawa had recognized her. Rather than try to deflect or cover anything up, she decides to be honest.

"It's true. I was coming home from a bar and ended up running into my ex-boyfriend who gave me some trouble. Aizawa swooped in and saved me. Thank you again for that, by the way," she directs the last part to the man in front of her, who shrugs in response. "I'm surprised you recognized me, I looked a lot different than I do now." 

Aizawa stares at her for a few seconds, making her feel incredibly small. 

"It's your eyes," he states matter-of-factly.

"Oh," is all she can think to say in response. A twinge of pain hits her chest as she recognizes those words as Kyo’s. She had not expected that response at all.

“So why were you dressed like that?” Aizawa prompts, crossing his arms. 

“I was escorting a group of my omega friends to the bar, so I was trying to pass off as an alpha. It’s something I’ve done a couple of times, but it was the last time I’ll ever do it again.” He seems to take a second to ponder over the answer, giving a small, single nod.

“When did this start?” His voice is even toned, but it’s obvious there’s more to his questions than he’s letting on. Still, she decides it’s best to answer honestly.

“For one of their birthdays. They needed a bodyguard and couldn’t find one for cheap last minute so we all threw things together and I ended up being the alpha for the night,” she explains, biting her lip. “I’m the only prime omega in the group, so it made more sense for it to be me.” The last part comes out quieter and shakier than she would have liked but she tries to ignore it. Again, Aizawa pauses before asking his next question.

“Besides your ex-boyfriend, were there any other alphas you had problems with?”

“That night we had an alpha follow us and try to cause some issues, but that was the first time it had happened. Normally, I can put on a certain demeanor and alphas will back down. He wasn’t going for it though.”

She takes another second to think before shaking her head.

“That’s it though. My ex was the one to actually get that guy out of our faces, so that’s how we ran into each other.”

Aizawa gives another nod in response, seeming to soak in her answer.

"Speaking of your ex, is he still bothering you?" Yamada asks with a bit of concern. 

"No," she answers quickly. "No, I haven't heard from him since that night. I figured he was either in jail or just wanted nothing to do with me."

Yamada puts his hand over hers and gives it a reassuring rub.

"Ok, well please let us know if that changes."

"I will, thank you,” she says with a small nod. The fact he seems to already be protective about her has her instincts going crazy. She tries not to make it obvious tough.

"That was the same guy you were talking about earlier, right?" His voice has become more soft and gentle.

"Yes." Again, she finds her voice to be smaller and shakier than she’d like. 

That’s when it hits her. Yamada’s been using his alpha control on her. He seems to notice the recognition in her eyes and releases his control. 

His control was unlike any other alpha she had felt before. Normally it’s startling and demeaning being controlled by an alpha. A person’s movements and words feel like they’re being forced out of them. However, his alpha felt more soothing and Kimiko felt more inclined to answer things honestly.

“Sorry, just had to make sure you’d be honest,” he says apologetically. 

“No, it’s quite alright. I understand, really. What I was doing was really out of place and weird, it’s fair to ask questions.” Her head hangs a little in response.

“We just wanted to make sure that you were safe and there wasn’t a chance you had made enemies doing this. Safety is a priority in our pack.”

“Of course,” she says quickly. Her instincts catch into the insinuation that he considers her part of the pack already and she can’t help but smile.

The waiter comes back with a knock before dropping off their drinks and the appetizer as well as taking the entree order. Kimiko decides to go with a dish Yamada recommended earlier in the car and he seems to light up. Once the waiter leaves, Aizawa focuses his attention back on Kimiko.

“Now then, was there anything you’d like to discuss before we move on?”

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” comments Yamada.

“Yes,” she answers. “But they’re mostly about how I would fit into this dynamic.”

“Understandable,” he says back before motioning for Aizawa to talk. 

“I should probably give a little back story,” he starts before leaning back in the seat a bit. “As we mentioned earlier, the two of us are married and have been for some time. We honestly had no plans to take in an omega, but the Hero Association was very adamant about us producing pups. The choice given to us was to either add an omega to our pack or allow a surrogate to carry a child for us. The catch with the surrogate is that they would be under the Association’s care and we would not be able to have contact with them.”

“And that just didn’t sit right with us,” Yamada adds.

“So, we decided that we would try going the other route of looking to add an omega to our pack. We had met up with a couple of omegas before you, but none of them seemed quite as…,” he trails off, seeming to look for the right word.

“Genuine. Let’s just say that,” Yamada chimes in.

“Yeah,” Aizawa agrees with his partner. “It was more apparent that they were just doing it for status than actually wanting to be a part of our pack. And so, that’s why we had planned to decline the invitation this time.”

“We just didn’t want to sit through another uncomfortable meeting.” “I don’t blame you,” Kimiko says warmly. She tries letting out some soothing waves, hoping to placate any negative feelings that may have been brought up by talking about this.

“Heck, this was only my first meeting and it was rough. I could only imagine what it would be like to do it multiple times.”

Aizawa gives her a small smile before looking at his husband, smile faltering a little.

“Yeah, it wasn’t fun. It’s honestly very tough for me to be vulnerable to new people, which is kind of expected at these meetings.”

She nods in agreement.

“Regardless, we came today, expecting another experience like before, and prepped ourselves for another let-down.”

“But then, the whole string thing happened,” Yamada says, voice a bit more solemn than it has been all evening. Kimiko looks to see his expression. His eyes seem far away as they stare endlessly at the table and his mouth is scrunched up a bit.

“When Hizashi and I stepped out to talk things over, we were both very shocked about what had just happened. It felt good to know that we do belong together.”

“Despite what some people might think,” Yamada mutters quietly.

“However, we were a bit scared that it seemed we found an omega. We both agreed that we liked you and the energy you would bring to the pack. I was a bit nervous, considering how I had first met you.”

“But I told him we couldn’t just let you walk away. Not without getting to know you first and finding out if joining our pack was something that you wanted.”

Kimiko looks between the two of them as they talk, absorbing what they say and ultimately feeling flattered that they were willing to give her a chance after having previous bad experiences.

“We’re going to be new to this, it’s uncharted territory for all of us. But, I think as long as we’re open and communicate with one another, it should make things easier,” Aizawa says with a firm nod. She grins at his response.

“I think so too. I’ll focus on being as open and honest as possible if that’s what it takes to make this work. I really appreciate you both giving me a chance.” Her eyes slightly water, so she tries to hide it by sipping her drink.

“I think there are going to need to be some rules made to help this succeed and keep us all safe, but I do think we can make this happen.” Yamada places his arm around her and squeezes her right shoulder. Kimiko's instincts go haywire and she practically feels her brain short circuit in response. She smiles up wide at Yamada in response. 

The waiter returns with the main dishes which all look so stunning and posh. Kimiko stares at her dish in awe, hesitating to disturb its beauty.

“Everything ok?” Yamada asks her, eyes scanning her dish to see what might be wrong.

“Oh, yes,” she says apologetically. “It just looks so pretty, I don’t want to ruin it,” she gives a small laugh as he breathes a sigh of relief. 

“I can understand that,” he says with a smile, eyes locked on her face. 

She blushes before giving in and sticking her fork into the meal somewhat dramatically. He chuckles and they all take a few minutes to enjoy their food. Questions still linger in her mind, so she gathers up the courage to break the silence.

“So, while I know that you’d both be taking me in as your omega. Would I be spending my heats with both of you as well? Or did one of you not want to?” Realizing how blunt her question came out, she blushes. The two stop eating, exchanging looks between themselves.

“Sorry, that was maybe too open, huh?” she asks with a nervous giggle. “I’m just still a little confused at how the dynamic between all of us would work.” As she starts nervous babbling, Aizawa sets down his utensils and wipes his mouth. He lets her stop talking before addressing her question.

“I’m sorry if I didn’t quite make this clear, but you would be the omega to both of us. Meaning we all share one another, heats and ruts included. We’re looking for an omega to take on both of our children and manage our pack when we’re away. That’s something you feel ok taking on, correct?”

“Yes,” she says a bit relieved. “I was hoping that’s what you were going to say, I just wanted to make sure I understood.”

“Did you have any other questions?” He asks, picking up his silverware and continuing his meal.

“Just one right now. Will I have a room of my own or will I be sharing with you?”

“Would you like to have your own room?” he asks curiously. 

“Maybe to put my things in, but I mostly just don’t want to impose.”

“What do you mean?” Yamada asks, picking up the conversation.

“Well, like I’m not sure if you want me to share your bed or have my items out around the house with yours or if you’d like me to have a room.” The two men shared a concerned look between themselves.

“Sorry, I know that might be a weird question, but you two are already established and I don’t want to -”

“Let me stop you there,” Yamada interrupts. “We may already have our things situated, but you’d be a part of our pack. Like Aizawa just said, you’d be our omega. Our house would be your house, our things would be your things. If you feel like you need a space that you can have to yourself, you’re more than welcome to have that space but don’t think that you’d ever not be welcome in our space.”

Kimiko is stunned by his words. She merely nods in response, a little choked up by his sentiment. 

“I have an idea. Why don’t you come back to our place after this and see things so you decide whether or not you need a room of your own if you were to join us,” proposes Aizawa.

“Ok,” she says, nearly bouncing with excitement. With that question being answered, they all go back to eating.

Once they’re all almost done with their meals, Aizawa starts the conversation back up again.

“Ison,” he says, grabbing her attention. “Since you brought up heats, do you mind if I ask you some questions regarding yours?”

“Shouta, oh my god!” Yamada scolds, causing her to giggle.

“Yes, that’s quite alright,” she says, placing a placating hand on Yamada’s arm and letting out some soothing waves. “I’ve been asked a couple of times today about my heats so I’m not bothered by it.” 

“You were being asked about your heats?” Yamada asks, clearly very shocked. She giggles again at his reaction.

“Yeah. Since it had on my file that I had difficult heats, I had quite a few questions about that.”

“I must have missed that,” he responds. “Still, I think those would be questions better asked in private than in front of your grandmother for heaven's sake! That’s why we asked you out here so you didn’t have to be embarrassed about answering. The nerve of some alphas,” he shakes his head at his last statement.

She smiles wide, thrilled knowing that they took her feelings into consideration about answering questions in front of her grandmother. 

“Thank you for that,” she says gratefully. “That little note did make for some awkward moments, but I’m more than happy to discuss my heats with you both.”

“I appreciate that,” comments Aizawa. She smiles back and takes another sip of her drink.

“Do you mind explaining why it said your heats were difficult?” he prompts her.

“Of course. It’s more of a medical opinion than anything.” Her response gain two confused looks, which was the typical response she gotten today.

“During my heats, I tend to drop very easily. While most omegas can regulate going in and out of their drops depending on how comfortable they are and things like that, I for whatever reason don’t have that capability.

This causes issues because I’ll drop really hard and not be able to get myself to find release properly. So, I tend to get heat colds afterwards because my body’s temperature had been so high for so long that it makes me sick.

The Society doctors were able to put me on a hormone regulator that lessened the amount of heats I had a year, but this last year they had me detox from all of that so I would be ready for a pack as soon as I found one. This led me to have to spend my last couple of heats in the Society hospital so they could keep me safely away from any unwanted alphas and make sure I didn’t get too sick.”

“Oh, that must have been rough,” Yamada says sympathetically.

“Yeah, it wasn’t really the best since the hospital always smelt so sterile and it wasn’t easy to make a comfortable nest, but I was able to get through them because of this one sex shop that I found.”

“Oh?” Yamada prompts with a smirk.

“Yeah, it’s near the mall I go to. It’s run by Midnight, the pro-hero. Do you guys know her?” The two alphas smile at one another and Yamada chuckles.

“Yes, we know her,” he says. “What do you like about her shop?”

“Oh, well first off she’s super sweet.”

“You’ve met her before?” he asks with a smile.

“Yeah, why? Is that a problem?” she asks, worried that they might not like her.

“No, not at all,” Yamada says. “Go on, what else do you like.”

“Well, she helped me figure out what kinks I had and then helped me to find toys I liked from that. It helped to shorten the length of my heats since I was taking care of it by myself. She’s been a lifesaver and she’s always so nice when I go in. 

I thought she wouldn’t remember me the second time I went in but she did and introduced me to her other workers and they’ve been so nice too. It’s just been good to find a place I can feel comfortable in and get things that are actually helpful.”

“Yeah, that’s Midnight,” Aizawa states. “She’s always there for those that need it. Even if her ways can be a bit unorthodox at times.”

“So, I take it, you know her then?” she asks, looking between the two.

“We do,” Yamada says with a bit of a chuckle. “We work with her and our agencies are in the same building.” 

“What? That’s so funny!”

“I’m starting to think I understand this string thing a little more,” Aizawa comments. Kimiko’s heart flutters. “We’ve all been somewhat connected to one another for a while now, just didn’t realize it.” 

She smiles, looking between the two.

“Yeah, really.” There’s a moment of silence as they all seem to take that fact in.

“Sorry to take away from how sentimental that got, but do you mind if I ask you more questions about your heat?” 

“Not at all,” Kimiko says with a smile. 

The waiter comes back in to check on us and she giggles.

“In a moment,” she says to Aizawa.

“Of course,” he says with a wink. Her insides melt and she misses the waiter asking her a question.

“Ison?” Yamada prompts. “Did you want dessert?”

“Oh, no. Sorry, no I’m good, that you very much,” she startles. No one else orders so the waiter announces they’ll clean up the plates and be back with the check in a little bit. After they leave, she addresses Aizawa with a giggle,

“You can ask now.”

“Thank you,” he says. “Sorry to have distracted you.” He winks again and she blushes.

“Is there anything that you need that we can provide you with for your heats?"

"Um, I don't think so," she answers while trying to think of anything. "Midnight helped me find toys and things to help me get through heats on my own but I think with two partners I should be more than okay." 

"What kind of toys helped the most?"

"Well, the toy that helped the most was one of her larger knot toys. Since I'm more coherent after being knotted, she suggested a large knot to prolong the time it would take for me to disconnect from it and she ended up being right. That paired with these audios that talk me through my heats made things go a lot smoother.”

“Audios?” Aizawa asks.

“Uh, yeah. They’re audios made for omega drops. They talk you through orgasms and tell you you’re doing a good job, stuff like that.” She nervously rubs her arm, worried that they’re going to think she’s weird for liking these things. “But, that’s pretty much it.”

“Thank you for telling us,” Yamada says, reaching his hand out to her shoulder. She smiles at him as he rubs his thumb back and forth. “I’m sure we’re going to be more than able to help you through your heats when they come.”

“Thank you,” she responds, her voice somewhat small.

“When is your next one expected?” Aizawa asks.

“About two months from now. My last one was a month ago, right before finals which was the worst. I’m pretty regular now though so every three months like usual.”

“Yikes, before finals?” asks Yamada.

“Yeah,” she says with a small laugh. “It was not very fun. I was trying to study in between waves, but it’s kind of hard to focus. Luckily it ended a couple of days before my first final so I had some time to prepare, but it was still stressful.”

“Dang, you poor thing. That must have been so rough. Don’t worry, your next one will be far less stressful,” he winks at her, and her stomach backflips. 

“Um, is there anything helpful I can do during your ruts?” she asks, trying to direct a question towards them. The two alphas take a moment to think, which leads her to another question.

“I mean, how are you taking care of them now?”

“Oh, we usually help each other through them,” Yamada explains nonchalantly. “So I can’t think of any specifics right now. Once we know our dynamics a little bit better I think that’ll probably change. For example, during Sho’s ruts, I tend to take on a more submissive role, even if it triggers my rut in response. With you added to the mix, that may switch things up a little, we’ll just have to see.”

“Oh, that makes sense. I was curious how that worked with the two of you. To be honest, I haven’t heard how things work out in alpha/alpha relationships so this is all really new to me.”

“That’s understandable,” Yamada says. “It’s not a very common relationship structure. Honestly, it was a bit rocky at first.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, Sho’ here may not look it, but he’s actually a big softie.” Kimiko looks at Aizawa who gives Yamada a dirty look, making her giggle. “It caused him to be overly protective of me in the beginning, which caused some scuffles, but we got through it. I didn’t want to be babied or seen as lesser than by another alpha, but once we talked things through, we realized that it all came from a place of love and we were able to work through it.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Since you’re both alphas you both have that desire to protect and not be protected, so if you both feel that way it clashes, right?”

“Pretty much,” Yamada says with a smile.

“That’s really cool that you guys were able to get through that though. Probably why you guys seem to have such a strong bond.”

“Yeah,” Yamada says in a sweet tone, looking at Aizawa. Kimiko takes a moment to enjoy seeing this sweeter, more tender side of their relationship.

Another question enters Kimiko’s mind that has her feeling a bit nervous.

“Have either of you ever been with an omega before?”

“I have,” Yamada says, slightly raising his hand. “I had a short fling with an omega girl in high school, but soon realized she wasn’t a good fit. Shouta has not though.”

The man in question doesn’t make eye contact with the omega. An embarrassed blush spreads across his face.

“It’s been a long time since then though so I’ll probably be rusty,” Yamada says with a small chuckle, playfully elbowing Kimiko. 

“Well then, that’s perfect.”

“Hm?” he prompts me, quirking his brow.

“Well, it’ll be like it’s all of our first time. Not just mine,” she explains. Her shy counterpart gives a small smile at her words.

“I like that,” Yamada says with another soft squeeze to her arm. A moment of comfortable silence passes between them as the two men seemingly have another silent conversation. Aizawa smiles and nods to Hizashi, who in return locks eyes with Kimiko.

“Well, Kimi. I guess it’s time that we should officially ask you.”

The world gets so loud yet so quiet at the same time as she waits to hear the words she’s been wanting to hear since their meeting.

“Would you like to be a part of our pack?”

Excitement fills her from head to toe and she can’t help from frantically nodding. Her words come slightly delayed but she fumbles out,

“Y-yes. Please. I’d like that very much.” The men respond with soft chuckles.

“Welcome to the pack,” Aizawa warmly.  

Happiness and pride burst from the omega. All the time she had spent working towards her goal was worth it. She’s achieved her goal - she is now part of a pack. She can’t help but wish that her parents were still alive so she could share this with them. They had wanted nothing but the best for her and she knows they would be beyond thrilled with this outcome.

 The waiter comes back in with the check and Aizawa hands him the money right away. The waiter thanks them for coming in and Yamada prompts the newly formed pack to leave. Kimiko follows them both out of the restaurant and they end up back out front, the black SUV waiting for them. 

“Thank you again for dinner,” Kimiko says to Yamada as he sits next to her.

“It was our pleasure,” he responds with a smile. “Did you still want to check out our place?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Aizawa says from the front seat and asks the driver to take them back to their place.

Waves of happiness pour from Kimiko and the pair seem to soak in the waves. Within about 10 minutes, they pull up to a tall, modern-looking skyscraper that’s behind a large, concrete fence. The gated entrance looks both luxurious and secure. The building looked like something that would be seen in magazines or influencer’s social media. Yamada watches Kimiko admiring the building before her before leaning over and saying,

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