Meeting His First Mate
Izuku Midoriya was on his way home from the dojo he trains in; he had started training there when he was eight up until now. He needed the training for his quirk: Scythe.
His quirk made him able to summon a double-bladed green scythe. It was gigantic as he was four and just continued to grow with him; it was one of the reasons he trained in the dojo. Using a scythe was not that easy, and let us not talk about the weapon's abilities.
The first time it happened, he almost died because he had teleported five meters into the sky. He was in the woods training with his weapon; he looked up at a flying bird, and a second later he was falling from the sky. He was lucky to land in the water; after that, he tried to find out how this happened.
Over the years he had found out that he could immediately teleport a distance of 10 meters; for longer distances, he needed to set up markers. Then there was his scythe being able to make a portal to a pocket dimension; he mostly stuffed his belongings into it. Though it could be used as a way to contain someone, the only problem was that the oxygen would be used up after two hours.
He knew that he was powerful; his quirk was awesome. Teleportation was an S-class quirk; it was the top of the top. Most physical quirks didn't stand a chance against it, since he could always just teleport behind them or out of the way. His scythe and pocket dimension made it from S-class to SS, up until now, the weapon could cut through anything or be as dull as to not even cut through a book.
At the age of 15, he had found out why that was. The weapon itself was extremely dull, but it used his teleportation to teleport every atom it cut slightly to the side. Even though he had such a powerful quirk, he had no friends. They feared his quirk or better his scythe; they called him the reaper.
It didn't help that he was an Alpha either, and not just any alpha; no, he was a fucking Prime Alpha. This society was divided into three sub-genders, and he stood at the very top.
On the bottom were omegas; they were the ones to give birth to pups. They are generally smaller and have a soft nature, with submissive behavior; they were seen as fuck toys.
The government protected them, of course, but they were still often used by alphas before help could come.
Betas were the neutral part; they didn't have such strong instincts as the other two sub-genders. Their scent isn't as strong as the other two, but they also didn't react to it like the other.
They are the peacekeepers of society with 70%; omegas make up 5% of the population and with that, the rarest. Alphas with 25% aren't as rare, but they are still treasured.
Though, he was a Prime Alpha, only 0.05% of all alphas become one. He had won the lottery in genetics and he knew that, yet he was alone wishing for him to be more normal.
Alphas are dominant, protective and with that also aggressive. Alphas grow naturally taller and have it easier to build up muscles; their scent alone could put others in submission.
As Prime Alpha, this applied even more. He was about a head taller than most alphas and had an even more defined body; his pheromones were stronger and denser. He could even put alphas in their place with his alpha voice, not that he had tried it. He had hidden that he was a Prime; his mother, an omega, had always said that he should find someone without them finding out first.
He hid his scent under scent blockers and never used his alpha voice. Alphas could lose their status as one and become betas when they lose a duel against another alpha. It wasn't common these days since nobody wanted to risk that, being an alpha had many benefits in this society.
He as Prime Alpha could do even more; if he bit someone, they would turn into a Theta. Technically it was an omega, but the person would keep his body structure. Only their sexual organs would change; they would start to produce slick and stop to form knots. He also didn't have the problem to go into a rut yet; that would only start for Primes after he had found a mate.
Well back to the original story, he was on his way home when he heard a fight on the other side of the wall.
"How pathetic you are, in a rut and yet your scent is still disgustingly weak," he heard the voice of a boy.
"What in the world made you an alpha, so weak, doesn't even fight back against us betas," another said.
"You will never find a mate, you will always be alone during your ruts," another spat.
Izuku had enough; he teleported to the top of the wall as he stared down at the group. There were four betas surrounding a downed alpha male; he had red hair and a pretty muscular body.
Why he didn't fight back, Izuku had no idea. It didn't matter to him anyway; bullying was just for the weak to feel better about themselves.
"Get lost," Izuku said as he teleported in front of the beta that was about to kick the poor thing. He was almost two heads taller than the beta as he glared down; his scythe appeared in his hand as he held it in front of him.
"Get lost and don't bother him again, or I will slice your throats open," Izuku said, and the betas paled as they backed away; they slowly retreated until they thought it was safe enough to turn around and run.
"Hey, everything okay?" Izuku asked as he lifted the boy up. Damn, that guy was muscled; why didn't he fight back?
"I'm fine thanks, man," the redhead said, but he almost fell on his butt the moment Izuku let go. Izuku caught him again and put the other's arm around his shoulder; he was glad that their height difference wasn't too big for this. The guy was small for an alpha, but still bigger than most betas.
The beta was right; if this was the scent he produced in his rut, then it was really weak. It smelled completely different from what he had smelled ever before; it was not aggressive or lust-filled. It smelled like sweat mixed with the fresh air on top of a mountain; it was relaxing, and he couldn't help but take a second breath of it. He had to be careful; alphas don't like it when other alphas sniff them. It seemed that the redhead didn't care though and that in his rut, he must be really a gentle soul to be like this in his rut.
"Hey, how about you give me your address, and I take you home; being out in your rut is dangerous for others." There were often cases where alphas in rut raped others because of their instincts.
"I'm an alpha; I can take care of myself," the redhead replied quietly, like he wasn't even sure of his own words. Izuku sighed as he searched the other for his wallet; he must have at least his student ID and with that, his address.
His hands found it in the front pocket of his pants, but he had to take them back quickly as the alpha under him growled dangerously. No alpha liked to be touched by another without permission; their instincts would lash out.
"Hey buddy, I'm just helping you here. I don't want to see you in prison just because you couldn't get home and your instincts got the better of you," Izuku said as he slowly reached into the pocket and slowly pulled the wallet out as the other growled, but the smaller alpha didn't attack him. Izuku looked up where he lived and was shocked.
That bastard lived in another district of the town; what the heck was he doing here? Well, it doesn't matter; he started to help; he will finish it. He felt something on his left leg and looked down; he had to control himself not to punch this guy.
He was rutting against his leg, against an alpha's leg; a growl escaped his lips, and it must have sounded terrifying because the alpha stopped in his motion to look up.
"Do that again without my permission, and I will show you how dirt tastes," Izuku said as the other alpha nodded, but he held his head high. Not a tiny bit of submission; why in the world didn't he show this side of himself against the betas?
"So, here is how this is gonna happen; I will escort you home and will keep talking to you so that you don't lose to your instincts too much," Izuku said, and the other nodded again; it was so unlike an alpha.
"Okay, so, what's your name?" Izuku asked as they started walking, the redhead's arms still around his shoulder.
"Kirishima Eijiro," the other replied in a rather deep voice; it sounded smooth to him.
"Hmm, I'm Midoriya Izuku. How old are you?"
"17."
"Oh, so we are the same age," Izuku said as Kirishima looked him up and down in disbelief; he got that often; most people thought he was around 22 years old.
"Did you also present two years ago?" He asked because that was normal for most of them; 80% of the population presented their second gender around 15.
"Hmm," this guy wasn't one to talk, but it could also be his rut. He heard it clouded your ability to think straight.
"This must be your 9 or 10 ruts, right?" Just keep him talking, keep him thinking so that the instincts are kept away.
"10," this guy should really learn to talk more.
"How long do your ruts last?" Izuku asked; it was usually between 2 to 7 days.
"6 days."
"And what day are you in?"
"First, just started." Well, heck.
"Do you have someone to help you through, to take care of you?" The other gave him a sharp glare as he growled at him again. To say that he needed care wasn't that appreciated by him; it implied that he wasn't a good enough alpha to even take care of himself god forbid a mate later on.
"Sorry, just asking if there is someone with you," Izuku tried again; he was lucky that he wouldn't get his rut until he had a mate.
"No one; every three months, I have to live these 6 days of hell with my hand or sheet." That was pretty normal for unmated alphas; he still felt pity for the boy.
"Can I ask why? You look pretty fit, and your face is handsome; shouldn't there be at least a beta that would help you?" Izuku asked, completely unbothered that he called another alpha handsome; Kirishima, on the other hand, started to laugh with a blush on his face.
"The first person out of my family to call me handsome is an alpha; how ironic. To answer your question, it's my scent. It's weak and pathetic, it's also pretty different from the usual scent alphas make; others don't like it," Eijiro explained.
They continued like this, Izuku asking questions and Kirishima answering all of them. They were talking for almost 40 minutes, and Izuku had to say that he was a pretty nice guy; he lived with his parents and was trying to become a Hero.
"Speaking of Hero, why didn't you fight back earlier?" Izuku asked.
"In this state? No, that wouldn't have ended well. I would have beaten them; maybe I would have felt good dominating them. It was too risky; I could have lost control and tried to rape them. I'm really bad at controlling my instincts in my rut." Definitely, a nice guy to say even after they bullied him.
They reached the house, and Izuku knocked two times, but nobody came to open it. Kirishima then pointed at the stone, and Izuku quickly pulled it up to see the keys; he opened the door and almost carried the other alpha in.