Chapter 20
"You are a little shit"
Kirishima was so done with his life, he had no energy left as he roamed the streets back home from his school. Training with Aizawa, yeah, they finally asked for his name, had taken a toll on his stamina. He was exhausted from his daily training, and Izuku took the little energy he had left.
On top of that came the final exams which were only two weeks away, studying was the most energy-consuming task for him. Learning and studying didn't come easy to him, but Izuku taught him, and well, his Alpha was a good teacher.
"Sorry," he said as he bumped into someone; his eyes were really tired so didn't look up.
"Hey shithead, at least look into my eyes," the voice was rough with layers of a huge ego and arrogance laced in it.
"What?" he asked as he turned around and faced the asshole that was trying to make his life harder. The other man was tall, not as tall as Izuku but still taller than him, definitely an alpha from his build and height. His lips were kept in one of the most typical alpha smirks.
"Apologize again," the blond alpha demanded.
"Yeah, not happening, I did bump into you and I apologized out of courtesy. Or are you saying that the big bad alpha couldn't handle that and needs to go to the hospital now?" he asked, and he could see that the other hadn't expected such an answer from him.
"Hey, you better watch what you say," the other said as he recovered.
"Or what?" he challenged; the other didn't humor him with an answer as he tried to grab him. He twisted to the side before pushing the alpha's back as the other fell with his grab motion to the ground.
"Little fuck thinks he's tough, huh?" The man mumbled out as he jumped up, and he saw smoke coming from his hands. A second later, the man charged at him again; his palm ignited as an explosion was fired at his left shoulder. He hardened that part of his body before hardening his left hand that collided with that guy's face.
"Stay down, I'm not in the mood; next time you attack me with your quirk, I'm calling the cops," he said as he pointed to the camera across the street. But the man didn't seem to care as he kept staring at him, and then he sniffed. Fuck, his scent blocker was blown off.
He sighed as he saw the wallet of that other guy; he picked it up from the ground and opened it, Bakugou huh? He took the money to replace his shirt and scent blocker before throwing it back at the young man.
"For the damages," he simply said before walking back home; he was so not in the mood to deal with this shit. He had no time and stamina for this; well, at least his training paid off.
Katsuki could only stare after the other man; he didn't care that he was beaten or that he took money out of his wallet. No, that guy was an omega and not an ordinary one; he was a fucking strong one. Had fighting experience and could tank an explosion even if powered down a lot.
His punch felt like he was hit by a rock; that guy was cool. Cool enough to be his mate, his omega. He had his fair share of fuck toys until now, all these weak fragile people that couldn't take shit.
He was Bakugou Katsuki; he would become the number one hero. His mate, his omega should be strong. That redhead didn't show any signs of fear or hesitation; he was quick and precise and had balls, doesn't take anyone's bullshit. Not even his; he didn't need someone submissive to him, no, that was boring, someone who was strong, who didn't give himself away.
Someone where you earned his submission, he already had a hard one just thinking about conquering that omega. It looked like he had come from school, the next two weeks he will look a little closer at this street. Did he have a mark on his gland? Was he marked?
Fuck, he didn't look; it didn't matter anyway; he was way better than any other loser. He could take this omega; he will be his.
"F**k," Izuku cursed as he once again went flying to the ground; his mate crushed under him as Aizawa had thrown him at Eijiro.
"Get off me, you overgrown teddy bear," Eijiro groaned out in pain.
"You two are getting better, a lot at that." Aizawa praised as he gave them both a bottle of water.
"Not good enough," Izuku replied as he downed his bottle.
"No, on the contrary. You have been training with me for a month, and your growth has been tremendous. In two weeks are your final exams, after that, you have time to train for the whole day and not only after school." Izuku and Eijiro could only shiver at the promise; they couldn't even handle half a day.
"We still can't beat you," Eijiro gritted out in frustration.
"And it's that arrogance the two of you have to put away. What did you expect? That you could beat a pro hero with a month of training? You have potential no doubt; you have talent and even more so, you have the discipline to come here every day.
But that will not somehow get you my 17 years of experience; the thought that you could beat me was absurd to begin with. You cannot reach my level this fast. But you are promising; keep it up this way and I can guarantee you that in the following 8 months, I will make you two into people of equal power to our top graduates this year." Aizawa said or more like monologued as he handed them a towel.
"So you are going to teach us in 8 months what we would have learned over the next three years?" Eijiro asked.
"The practical part, yes; being a hero also comes with a lot of paperwork which you will have to learn here in the U.A. University." The man explained as the two nodded.
"Good, go home now and don't come back until after your exams are over and don't you dare to fail them," The man said as he walked away.
"F**king slave driver; come let's go home," Izuku said to his mate as Eijiro only groaned in response.
"Carry me," The smaller man replied.
"Come on; I'm exhausted as f**k." Izuku argued back.
"What? My alpha can't even carry his omega to his bed?" Eijiro asked with an innocent tone and he knew how he could manipulate him as Izuku's arms wrapped around his waist to carry him princess style.
"Once I have my energy back you will get a punishment for this," Izuku whispered the promise as he put him down in his dimension before teleporting them home.
"Here, eat this, and then we can watch TV or whatever doesn't involve moving," Izuku said as he gave his Omega a plate.
"Thanks, let's just watch a movie and cuddle, I'm too done for anything else," Eijiro replied.
"What happened to the shirt in the trash?" Izuku asked.
"Ah that, some alpha was picking a fight. I put him in his place and got compensation for the shirt and my scent blocker. Speaking of which, I need to buy a new scent blocker; could you note that down for our shopping list?" Eijiro answered as Izuku's nose came near his scent gland.
"He ripped it off?" Izuku asked in a dangerously low tone.
"Blow it off would be better; his hands seemed to produce explosions." Eijiro explained.
"Where?" Izuku pressed.
"On my way home."
"I'll get you after school tomorrow," Izuku said.
"I'm capable enough to defend myself and your school finishes after mine; are you expecting me to wait for an hour just so that we can walk home together?" Eijiro asked annoyed with his Alpha.
"Yeah," Izuku replied without missing a beat.
"Well, it's not gonna happen; I have to study and I don't want to uselessly wait around my school."
"You were attacked," Izuku pressed.
"And I handled it," Eijiro argued back.
"He still---" Izuku started, but Eijiro interrupted him.
"What do you expect from me? I handled it; I didn't even get a scratch. There are a lot of assholes out there; are you going to limit my freedom each time I meet one? What about when I'm a hero later?
Are you going to forbid me from going out without you because villains could be around? Think this through and tell me that your reaction is anything but helpful or even appropriate."