Positively Avian (BNHA)
A new start – that was what his mother told him it would be once everything at Aldera and the care centre had come to a head. He could unfurl his wings and be free from the past which all too often tried to swallow him whole. He could finally start treading on the path to becoming a hero, even if he was a feral bird teenager turned vigilante. Yet sometimes refuges aren’t exactly what they seem, and tragedy has a way of finding its way to him time and time again.
(Or; in which avians have odd instincts, Midoriya Izuku is born with wings, and the many consequences of this fact.)
Chapter One: Instincts
Instincts were curious, quaint things.
They were also things that Midoriya Izuku was all too familiar, avian as he was. Yet instincts, he believed, weren’t wholly overpowering as too many sex-addled-brain fanfiction writers liked to think. He had been born an omega, had eventually presented to the world as one, and that was how the status quo was for him. His scent and instincts coming in hadn’t changed the world for him – hadn’t made him some sex-obsessed creature whining and pleading for an alpha.
Unfortunately, though, idiocy existed, and Izuku could only wonder if Yuusuke had forgotten half of his brain in the trash he had crawled from, and shored the rest of his skull up with those wild, inaccurate fanfictions where every omega longed and pined for an alpha.
It was at times like that he wished he hadn’t been born an avian – that he hadn’t been born with two large, feathered wings which were a mix of jet black and green. Sometimes he wished he could be normal, and not one of ‘those weird-ass birds’. Yet he was born avian, and nothing could really change that much. It was his lot in life… and he simply had to deal with the fallout of it.
The way he flinched when someone grabbed his shoulder without warning. The way the stench of an alpha made him want to vomit. The way his first instinct was to go absolutely feral whenever backed into a corner or other tight space.
“There’s something wrong with him.”
The words of the so-called avian specialist at the hospital he had been admitted to in the aftermath of it all rang in his brain clear as day.
“He needs to be admitted to a special care centre.”
His nails bit into the skin of his palms, heart thudding loudly in his chest as he tried to pry himself away from those memories. Yuusuke. His eyes darted around the room, locking on five things – his wardrobe, his All Might Shrine of merch, his new dark bedspread, his desk chair, and the computer he was all but fixed to those days. His breathing slowed as he coached himself through the exercises he had been taught.
“No omega should react like that – he’s gone feral, and he’s a danger to the public as he is!”
And hadn’t that advice turned out well? Izuku snorted, bitterly wishing his mother hadn’t listened to the advice of that particular medical practitioner. Maybe then he wouldn’t be seeing red dripping from his hands whenever lightning fizzled in the air and thunder crackled from above. But then again – if he hadn’t been admitted to that specific ‘special care centre’, then it would still be running, and still be doing ‘that’ to other avians like himself. Silver linings, he reminded himself, just like his mother made a point to.
He crossed the room a few small bounds, collapsing into the chair specifically designed for those with wings like himself. The screen blinked to life, the page he always found himself looking at every night springing to life as he sat there, wondering when exactly his life had turned into the mess it had.
The Jingwei: Villain or Victim?
The words swam in front of his eyes, part of him wondering exactly why they had chosen that name. Perhaps due to the location close by the sea? Perhaps because they thought it was an act of revenge? Perhaps because by doing so the Jingwei had ensured no one would end up like them? Perhaps because the one who had come up with it had Chinese ancestry or an interest in their myths? He wasn’t entirely certain. There wasn’t much he was certain of, aside from the fact the tragedy of “The Jingwei” wouldn’t be allowed to repeat. Legislation had been drawn up after the outrage which had been caused, and nobody should have to go through anything like he had again.
Even if it meant he and his mother were living under new identities in a completely different prefecture. There was no more Aldera. No more Musutafu. No more hospitals. No more Yuusuke. The skyline was slightly different, more towering skyscrapers and glass than the brick and concrete which had made up one of the hubs of activity in Japan. Musutafu was where UA was, and nobody would ever forget that with All Might, one of UA’s most prominent alumnus holding the Number One ranking on the billboard charts.
Though speaking of the billboard charts…
A flash of red at his window made him tense, part of him acutely reminded that they now lived in Fukuoka. It had a relatively high proportion of avians living there – something which had attracted his mother to the place – but it also was home to the Wing Hero: Hawks. An avian like him, and the one hero who would be most likely to discover the true identity of the Jingwei. Though to his mother that was an acceptable risk, what with how more in danger he was by simply being feral.
It wasn’t common for an avian to go feral, and there were few things which could cause it – that being trauma or a lack of interaction with other avians. Apparently they were very social creatures, something Izuku wasn’t sure whether he blamed on the human side of their ancestry or the bird-like traits which made them avians.
Feral alphas were the most frequent type reported, then came along the betas, and then it was almost unheard of for an omega to go feral. Because they were supposed to be tolerant and the mildest mannered of the bunch who called themselves avian. Yet another checkmark in the freak category for him.
Sighing softly, Izuku clicked open a new browser, focusing on the online schooling courses his mother had signed him up for. He wasn’t going back to school anytime soon. Not with instincts which made him go for the throat when he felt threatened – that happening in a school with a load of teenagers was just asking for him to earn the title of Villain.
He wanted to be a hero.
Not that he had spoken about his dream as of late – he wasn’t even sure if it was entirely possible, what with him being an omega and feral to boot. His shoulders sunk, a soft warble escaping his lips even as he hunched in on himself in his chair. Sometimes he hated the noises he made.
A hesitant knock came at his door. “Izu-kun?” his mother called softly. “There’s another avian at the door… he wants to say hello.”
Unbidden, the image of Yuusuke came to mind, and his stomach twisted in revulsion. “I could hear you calling out for me,” his voice echoed in his ears, and he barely stopped the hissing screech which wanted to escape his lips at the memory of it.
“I don’t want to say hello,” he muttered, lip curling as he stared at the screen of his computer. “What if he’s some sort of weirdo?” What if he was like Yuusuke – a predator hunting for prey? “Maybe tomorrow?” he tried, shoulders stiffening at the thought of meeting another avian for the first time since… well, everything.
“Izu-kun,” his mother murmured. “You need to socialise,” she reminded – a fact he had been told a thousand times since his birth. It had been waved about in his face, wielded like a cutlass which someone had used to cut him deep.
“I know,” he snapped, guilt filling him a moment later at the pregnant pause which filled the air. “Just… not today. Tell him I’m still settling in, since we only just moved,” he said in a softer tone, burying his head in his hands as his old friend anxiety came to gnaw at his gut. Yet he knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid other avians. Not without raising suspicions. It didn’t help that omegas were meant to be the most tactile of all, and Izuku felt violently sick at the thought of anyone besides his mother laying a hand on him.
His mother was safe.
Everyone else was dangerous.
“Okay,” his mother said, and Izuku felt the shift in the air as she moved away, likely back to the front door to shoo away the man who’d wanted to introduce himself, probably harmlessly, to the newest avian on the ward.
“Thank you,” he murmured to the silence, pulling his comfort blanket around him as he sequestered himself away in his room. Hiding away from the world.
“Like a useless deku,” Katsuki’s voice echoed in his brain, before the visage of him standing there in the rain, looking at Yuusuke and the others stirred in his mind. “The fuck you doing?”
Izuku sucked in a long breath, breathing out ever so slowly as he tried to calm his racing heart. He wasn’t there anymore. He wasn’t behind Aldera. He wasn’t in the treatment centre. He stood up, the room air feeling stuffy all of a sudden, and he went to the window, throwing it open and listening as the sounds of the city washed over him. The air felt cool against his skin, eyes closing as he enjoyed the feeling of freedom. He wanted to fly again. Yet he was near feral and flying would inevitably mean bumping into other avians. There were only so many zones designated for recreational flight, closely monitored as they were. The same monitoring which made both he and his mother leery of going there, no matter how important socialising was.
He didn’t want to be stuck in another treatment centre. Neither of them wanted things to end up that way. It would involve copious amounts of blood being spilt, he knew that fact in his very bones – which meant being careful, hiding the yellow spotting in his irises, and interacting with other avians like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn’t a feral bird wearing the skin of a human.
“Did you know what’s so fascinating about the ‘feral’ state of an avian?”
The words of a ‘doctor’ rang in his brain, his talons emerging, digging into the soft fabric of his bed. The sensation was soothing, and he clambered into his bed, wrapping the sheets around him. His nest was a space safe, his scent the only one in those sheets, what with how he was the only one allowed to take care of his nest. Nobody else could ever come close. His eyes caught in the reflection of his bedside mirror, the yellow patches in the green of his irises almost seeming to glow as he made himself comfy in the safety of his nest. In the safety of his bedroom. In a place far away from Aldera and everything else selfish, megalomaniacs had inflicted upon him.
He closed his eyes, praying then that the nightmares would leave him to dream in peace for once in his life.
Yet they didn’t listen – nightmares were fickle like that, it seemed, and Izuku could only resign himself to sleepless nights as the first of many washed over him.
PREMISE: A/B/O universe, no romance/romance isn't the main focus. A fic where you have a completely platonic relationship between an alpha and an omega, with none of the consent issues which often crop up in the A/B/O universe. Paternal Hawks. Feral Izuku.