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Into the blood-splattered snow, the lone woman fell to her knees and shuddered with weakness. An arm wrapping around the bump on her stomach. The same time the winds howled, she screamed in agony as the pain grew.

The labor was going to kill her. And she was so far from the village, far from her father.

But this was her fault. She was to be blamed here. She ran away from the village, and years later, coming back as pregnant. The green-haired woman screamed again as she completely fell on her side. At first she couldn't breathe, the air knocked from her lungs. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, clenching her teeth, she clutched on her dress and sent out an anguished, desperate call for someone to help her.

However, the scream and the blood had woken someone in the forest. He wasn't a human, but a Lycanthrope—one among the folklore—that stratum of clever beings who have convinced humans that they exist only in papers.

He followed the smell, loped out of the forest and found her in the freezing night, breathing heavily, bleeding and about to give birth. His brown eyes narrowed to slashing slits. He took two incredible leaps to her side then stared down at her, as if assessing the situation.

Oh God. This must be a punishment.

But she was stunned when the wolf raised its big paw and lightly put it on her stomach, instead of baring his fangs and biting her. Before she could comprehend what was going on, she felt the stirring of pain. She flinched and tried to move away, tried to fade so that this new, painful sensation could not touch her. Then a male voice spoke: "Relax, human. I am here in this place with you." Not even a few minutes later, she felt heat and light and energy spreading through her, miraculously healing her. It soothed the terrible pain in her stomach.

The fear she was feeling a few moments ago vanished into thin air. She felt no fear, surrounded by the protective, unconditional caring of the wolf.

Thus, that night, a healthy boy was born.

Katsuki knew he was going to die.

If the young wolf wouldn't be able to find his Alpha and Luna, he was definitely going to die. Once again, he tried to sense his parents, trying to smell them in the air if they were near. And shit, they weren't.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was his fault. He shouldn't have run to this side of the mountain, where the humans reside. And humans are fucked. They would fear and attack something that were not of the same specie as them. However, something had drawn him here, so much that everything in him tingle even though he was still young. And, as usual, Katsuki followed his instincts.
That was why he’d been distracted and like what his Luna thought of him—a cocky brat. He smelled the hunters but ignored them because of that.

And now, he was being followed by those hunters. He could have outrun them long before now because he was still young, small and nimble. But with his left thigh wounded by a bolt from a crossbow and with him still not yet reached the wolf maturity to transform in order to heal quickly, he was losing more blood, energy and slowing. And because of the trail of blood, he was leading them to him.

As Katsuki ran and tried to find a safe place, he sensed that smell and tingling feeling again. It was close, whatever it was and the pull of it was so strong, it made him momentarily lose focus. When he took a turn, he skidded to a painful halt.

He stared back at the kid standing in front of him.

The little boy was wearing a green woolen cloak fastened on his shoulder with the assistance of a circular brooch, matching his hair and eyes, and holding a lamp in his small hand. His messy green hair was like the forest, while the freckles on his pretty little cheeks were like constellations in the night sky.

His green eyes were on Katsuki's red ones.

Huh?

The kid couldn’t be more than seven, maybe eight, the same age as him in human years. And he was alone in the snow. In the goddamn mountain. In the dead of the night.

What the fuck?

So this was the thing he sensed and smell? Then the kid must have been lost and his need for rescue must be the reason why Katsuki couldn't shake the feeling he felt a while ago. However, the young wolf couldn't smell any fear from him, not even afraid of him. Instead, his scent was… comforting him. He was sitting in front of him, and they were both staring at each other, not even a word or a growl, yet he felt that within his heart, he had known this boy for forever… like their hearts and souls were connected.

The kid's blank expression turned into a wonderstruck. His green eyes shone, as if he was amazed seeing Katsuki.

The sound of crashing of the snow and branches pulled him out of his stupor, and knew that the hunters were getting closer. Without a second thought, the wolf turned around and growled. Instinct had told him not to leave the kid alone with those motherfuckers, or else, the hunters might hurt him. He couldn’t allow that. He wouldn't allow that. The thought shocked him but it quickly flew away as he saw the hunters going into the clearing where he stood and leveled their crossbows at him.

Katsuki bared his fangs and a warning growl came out of his mouth, but before he could lunge himself forward to the two male, the kid quickly run in front of him, lamp was nowhere in his hands and wrapped those pretty little arms around the young wolf's neck, pressing his freckled cheek into the thick fur and yelling "No!" at the hunters, taking their attention away from Katsuki. The young wolf stared at the little boy in stunned expression. "What are you doing?! You hurt my dog!"

"What the fuck?!" One of the hunters blurted out, crossbow aiming away from the kid, "The fuck is a kid doing here?!"

"Wait…" The second hunter narrowed his eyes at the boy as he lowered his crossbow, and asked, "Isn't that Yagi Toshinori's grandson?"

“Fuck!” The first hunter hissed, lowering his own weapon as well. “You're right, man. Shit..." Then to the little boy, he said in a soothing tone, “Uh, hey kid—"

It was cut off when the kid buried his face on the fur and wailed, as if crying out because someone was trying to get his precious thing from him, "Why did you hurt my dog?! He hasn't done anything bad and you hurt him! I'll tell this to my grandpa!"

"Wait—"

The little boy ignored him and continued on crying, his body was shaking with false sobs. "What should I do now?! Grandpa would be sooooo mad that you hurt my dog! We were looking for him for long and long because grandpa gave it to me on my birthday. And we were calling his name and you hurt him!"

Katsuki blinked. Once. Twice. Then a few more times. What the fuck? How did the kid even… Holy shit, he was so brilliant… well, if the young wolf could laugh, he would have already. Instead, he pressed closer to the little guy.

The hunters hesitated, feet shuffling. Then the first one whispered, "M-Maybe we could talk to Toshinori and explain—"

“Oh yeah?” the second hunter asked sarcastically, "What are we going to say to him? That we stumbled in his territory, and we shot his grandson's dog? You're gonna get us killed by the town's people, man!"

After hearing that, the first hunter was even more scared, "Was it really his dog?"

The kid's head whipped up, his green eyes blazing, "You think I'm lying?! We can ask my grandpa and he'll tell you that he got my dog for my birthday! You two hurt my dog! What should we do now? I’m warning you, don’t think that just because you aren’t from this mountain you can bully me and my dog!"

“That, that, little boy ah…” the first hunter stuttered, “Let, let me fix your dog for you.” After speaking, he actually crouched down and reach his hand, but Katsuki growled and snapped his canines at the hunter. He got scared and fell on his butt on the snowy ground. "W-Woah!"

The kid glared daggers at the hunters, "Repay me or else I'll tell grandpa!"

Katsuki's red eyes flashed. He noticed these two people seemed terrified of the word “grandpa”, so of course, the boy was making a good use of it.

A cunning little shit, the young wolf mused.

The hunters' faces immediately fell, but they didn’t dare to argue. They could only look sideways at each other. The second hunter grumbled a bit unwillingly and took some money out of his pocket. “Little guy, I’ll pay. See it as compensation for shooting your dog! Okay?"

The kid glanced at it and with a little trace of politeness, retorted, “Uncle, are you giving alms to a beggar? What can this small amount do to help my dog? Only a bandage? The weather is so cold and my dog is hurt and bleeding, do you intend to let my dog bleed and die?”

When the second hunter heard that, his face got even darker. The kid wasn't scared of them, instead they were scared of him because of his grandpa. Grinding his teeth, another money made its way straight into the kid's hand. After that, he hugged the dog happily.

The first hunter made a spitting noises and cursed under his breath. "We shouldn't have followed the dog."

"It ain't look like a dog." The second hunter mumbled, looking at the big "dog" being hugged by the little kid. "More like a wolf."

“Can you please just go away?!” The kid snapped, trying to sound impatient and polite at the same time, as if telling the two that their presence was highly annoying. It was adorable. His arms around Katsuki's neck tightened as he continued, “If you go away, I won't tell grandpa!"

The hunters glanced at each other then to the wolf and the boy, before taking a step back and throwing their hands up, an indication of surrender, “Promise you won’t tell him that we hurt your dog?”

When the kid nodded, they retreated. Katsuki watched them in silence as they turned and made their way swiftly through the woods. A few minutes later, the green-haired boy let him go and giggled. "They didn't know I sneak out." The boy glanced at him, his green eyes moving from his head to the wound on his left leg. "Poor doggy. They're such bad people, hurting an innocent creature. I'm happy I saved you." He sniffed, tears pooling under those eyes, "Come. I'll help you with your wounds."

The kid picked up his lamp which was put aside earlier and started walking away, but Katsuki remained still, watching him, uncertain, he didn't know how to deal with a child.

The boy turned back. “It’s okay, you can trust me! I won't hurt you.” He patted his thigh with his little hand. “Come on, we’ll take good care of you. I'll ask grandpa to treat your wounds and ask Mom to cook delicious food for you. Katsudon is reallyyy delicious. And… And we have big fireplace in the living room, it will make you warm! Oh, I bet you are feeling cold now. It's gonna be fun in there—” Then he lifted his hand, palm facing the front, smiling an immensely adorable smile the sight of which he felt in his gut. “—I promised.” He turned around again and marched away.

This time, Katsuki followed.

Not because of his promise that they would take care of him or that he could eat Katsudon(whatever that was) or that he was curious of this fireplace he was talking about. But because there was something about the kid that was irresistibly magnetic and he couldn’t help but want him on his side.

Despite being human.

It wasn’t far, maybe a five minutes trek, but annoyingly painful and lumbering for him. When they came upon a house, he saw the warm, welcoming lights flooded from it's windows. The house was small. It even had a cart outside drawn by two horses. He smelled the atmosphere… the people living here were good people; the outlying area seemed like mainly populated by a farmer.

"That's home." The kid whispered, "I'm living with Momma and grandpa." he then turned to him and smiled a bright smile. “Come on!” Then he ran the rest of the way, throwing open the door and shouting, "Momma!"

Limping, the young wolf followed. He entered the house and could see exactly why humans prefer this place to sleep. It was small but homey, warm and friendly.

He could live his life there.

"Oh no, Grandpa and Momma are probably outside. Someone probably did something bad again. You know grandpa is known in the townsquare as a Symbol of Peace, because he used to fight bad guys and despite being old and frail now, everyone respects him. That's why those guys who hurt you is soooo afraid of him." The kid babbled on while busy rushing around the house, putting a bunch of clean sheets in front of the fireplace, and Katsuki stood in the door watching
him. "There you go, this will get you all warm, and fluffy and cozy and you can rest." When the young wolf didn't move, he turned to him and patted his leg again. “Come on, doggy. It’s okay.” He cautiously limped to the sheets. The kid ran his fingers down on the blonde fur, and murmured, “Good doggy."

Katsuki collapsed with a groan to the sheets.

“There you go,” The kid whispered again, crouching beside him to give him a rub. Then he ran to the door, closed it and pulled off his cloak, throwing it on the couch.

He took a fluffy throw pillow from a chair and brought it to him, tossing it on his body and arranging it carefully as he felt the healing in his thigh sharpen. Since he was no longer running, the wound would definitely be healed within half an hour.

The kid sat down behind him and whispered, “I’ll just lay here with you so I can keep you warm and safe.” Katsuki felt him settling and pressing his little body down his back. “Right! I never told you my name. I'm Izuku. How about you? Do you have a name? Or perhaps do you want a name? Maybe I could think of a name for you. What about... hmm... All Might?"

Katsuki wanted to laugh and say he already has a name, but he couldn't. Instead, a snort came out of his nose, eyes still closed. The kid continued on coming up with names, until he spoke, "Kacchan?" His ears perked up, not because he liked it, but because it sounded so weird.

But the kid took it in a wrong way. He giggled, yawned and mumbled, his voice turning sleepy, "There, you are my Kacchan."

A sense of belonging. He should hate it, but his wolf side really liked it. He wanted to be a part of this human.

Regardless of the fact that he was a brilliant kid, like any child he was dead asleep within minutes. And Katsuki lay beside him, letting the healing work and thinking how did a child manage to make a way to his pretty little heart.

He was whole again when he sensed the Alpha and Luna before they arrived. Katsuki carefully moved away so as not to waken him, but he couldn't help sniffing the kid, nudging it's neck with his snout, and that was when the door opened.

"Brat, you're scenting a human. You know well that humans and werewolves can't bond…" A woman's voice behind him spoke. The young wolf started, surprised at this announcement and getting pretty fucking tired of surprises. He felt his body go solid before his red eyes slid down the the sleeping boy. Then he looked at his parents who were in a human form.

Masaru took in a breath through his nose, eyes knowing. He hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it then opened it again to say, “They're mates."

"What?!" Mitsuki asked in a hushed tone.

"He felt it."

He watched his Luna glance at the Alpha. Then her gaze moved back to him with dawning realization. Kasuki, although still young, knew already what a mate meant. Once the werewolves reached a certain age and was still unmated, he would go insane, the desire to kill and to impregnate every female would be too hard to ignore. However, bonding with a mate would be able for them to keep their sanity and would limit them for life to one mate only.

But the mate was a human, something he had never heard of. He felt his body grow tight.

"You have to come home," Masaru whispered, "Let's go." He said before shifting, Mitsuki followed suit.

He gave a one last long look at the sleeping kid, before turning away and running after his parents.

Nothing good ever came of a knock at three o’clock in the morning, and as Izuku shuffled down the hallway to his front door, he had a very, very bad feeling about. It wouldn't be about the people from the townsquare, he was sure of that because no one had ever asked for help at this time of the night.

The pounding became more urgent, every blow on the wood kicking his heart into a stuttered rhythm.

Breathe, Izuku. He needed to calm down because his anxiety was fucking him up. He shoved up the sleeve of his dress shirt, and stared at the chain, and the regular door lock. A flicker of dread skittered up his spine.
He’d always had a reliable sixth sense, and right now, he was sensing trouble. So would he be able to open his door without trembling like a frightened rabbit by now?

Or maybe he was just being paranoid.
Well, it was normal to have moments of panic especially if you were living in the middle of a mountain, a dangerous place where you could think that there would be an ax murderer outside. But if it was a killer, why would it knock? And for fuck's sake, he could easily disarm the person if ever it happens.

"Who's there?" Izuku called out, because he couldn't still bring himself to work the locks.

But there wasn't any answer at all. The green-haired gulped, took the broomstick, readying himself, before flipping all the locks and then slowly opened it.

However, he didn't see anyone at all.

He was about to close the door when he caught a glimpse of something that almost knock him off back a step.

There was a big dog lying down on his front porch. It's cream-colored fur was matted with blood, and one hind leg was twisted
awkwardly, the broken end of a bone piercing the skin. The dog needed a real vet, not Izuku. Not someone who didn't get close to animals because they seemed to hate him. Always running away from him, or growling at him as if he was an enemy.

Sweat dampened his temples and palms as he stared down at the mutt, it looked like a husky wolf mix, but still his anxiety skyrocketed that it made him tremble. He was good dealing with thieves and other criminals, but he wasn't good with animals at all.

Help the dog. Suck it up, Izuku, and help the dog.

"Damn it." He took a deep breath, calming himself. And when he did, he carefully picked up the big dog in his arms. Then he closed the door, awkwardly locking it, and carried the limp bundle of fur who weighed between 150-170 pounds to his room.

Luckily enough, his mom was still
past asleep. Because no matter how he tried to be brave, his hands still shook as he laid the dog and laid him down on his wooden table. He then flipped on the light, when he turned back around, he was startled. The big dog—at least, it had the rounded, cuteish features of a young puppy despite its size—was looking at him. And its eyes were… red.

Blood, it gotta be blood, right? Izuku asked himself. Because it didn’t explain the eerie black glow of the pupils.

“Um… hey?"

The dog’s lips peeled away from extremely sharp, extremely large, teeth.

Izuku gulped.

Those teeth.

Those eyes.

They weren't... natural.

It shifted on the table, yelping in pain at the smallest movement, and suddenly, it didn’t matter to Izuku if it was scary or that he was not good with animals. He hated seeing an animal in pain, especially when there was so little he could do.

“Uhm... Hey, buddy,” he whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to calm the dog down, though it seemed like he was the one who needed it the most.

The mutt regarded Izuku warily, but he allowed him to stroke his cheek. And yes, it was a male dog.

Izuku didn’t have to look to know what the gender was… he just knew. Like he sensed that the dog was a male, like someone was telling him so. And even though the dog's vibes were odd… disjointed… he was still getting them.

Slowly, so as not to startle the dog, he slid both hands down the dog's body. Right now, the most he could do was to calm him down, sort him based on his need for immediate medical treatment, keep him alive until he could get him to the townsquare. His fingers dipped into a puncture wound, and the dog whined in pain, his body trembling. “I’m sorry... I'm so sorry... Sorry...” He quickly soothed.

God, it was a bullet hole. Someone must have shot the dog before it came to Izuku's front door.

Whimpering, the dog writhed in misery, and Izuku felt his pain all the way to his marrow. Literally. He didn't know why but he felt it.

"Okay,” he murmured, “I’m going to try something and it would hurt a lot. But I'll do my best to lessen the pain. Okay? Just hold on.” He had to do it, no matter how hard his mind was screaming against it.

He didn't wanna see the dog suffering.

Closing his eyes, Izuku placed both hands over his body, his palms hovering an inch from the twisted leg. He forced himself to relax, to concentrate his emotions. He’d never been formally trained in twisting back a bone,
but this had always worked for him when he breaks his bones. Sometimes. He couldn’t really fix broken bones or ruptured organs, but he could at least twist it back and then he'd slow the bleeding by applying direct pressure on the wound with a clean cloth, tissue, or piece of gauze or anything that could stop the bleeding. Something that could manage pain, and this poor guy needed everything Izuku had.

“Sorry, buddy,” he rasped. “We’re going to have to do this."

As quickly as his shaking hands could manage, he held the broken leg carefully. The dog's breaths became even more labored than they’d been just moments before. In the area of the gunshot wound, the flesh seemed like it was swelling rapidly, and when he looked closer, he gasped. Before his eyes, the muscle and skin was dying. If Izuku hadn’t seen the progression himself, he’d have estimated that the wound had festered for a week. The stench of dead flesh filled the room.

"Wha-Wha-What's going on?!"

And it looked like something was being pushed out of the bullet hole. Afraid to waste even another second, Izuku quickly look for something to use so he could hold and pull the thing out. When he found a pair of tweezers from his shelf, he grabbed it and hoped the dog wouldn’t bite, because this was going to hurt.

The dog whimpered, but remained still as he mopped up pus and blood and then palmed the tweezers. “Hold still, buddy."

The green-haired held his breath and prayed for a steady hand, then he worked the tweezers into the wound, cringing at the squishy sound of the metal passing through rotting flesh.

Oh God, Oh God. Don’t panic, Izuku.

Somehow, he kept it together until he felt the tweezers bumping against into something metallic. Though the dog yelped when he clasped the thing, he didn’t move nor bite. As gently as possible, he eased it free and found that it was a bullet—which, damn him, he had forgotten. But the odd thing was… it was silver. He placed the tweezers on the table, grabbed some clean clothes to use as bandages from his closet, and turned back to the dog.

And screeched.

The dog was now standing on the table, head cocked and tongue lolling out as if he had been happily romping in a park and not minutes from death. The only sign that he’d ever been injured was blood matted in his fur and pooling on the table.

Reeling from the impossibility of the situation, Izuku’s legs gave way beneath him, and his body met the cold floor. His head hit the floor, and the next thing he knew, the dog was beside him, his crimson red eyes glowing and he was sniffing Izuku's neck. Then his tongue slathered on it, and then across his face and mouth.

"Oh My God. What's going on. What's going on—" He mumbled over and over again as he weakly pushed the dog away, but the dog came back and slammed his heavy body down on him. "Ugh.” He wheezed, covering his mouth with his hand to ward the dog off from licking it. “No, bad doggy! You don't lick someone you just met.”

God, he was talking like this was real.

It wasn’t.

Couldn’t be.

Izuku was probably still sleeping, and this was a dream.

Suddenly, the dog was on his feet, crouching in front of the door of his room, a growl vibrating his deep chest. Not a normal growl, either. It was smoky, serrated, something he’d expect to hear from a wolf, a dragon. Or a demon.

Freaky.

Then he heard his mother's voice from the other side, "Izu-kun, are you alright? I heard you screaming?"

Oh shit.

It wasn't a dream.

Taking care of the dog—which he named Kacchan, was a blessing and a curse.

He always guarded the house, always helping them of some stuffs, especially his mom in the field when Izuku's in the townsquare. He never played with the crops. Instead, he wards off thieves or wild animals. However, the reason why Izuku thought it was a cursed was because Kacchan had a bad temper, aside from Izuku and Inko, it would growl and would try to bite anyone it saw. Even if it's the green-haired's friends. Like for example, Izuku went home one time with his friend, but Kacchan got mad at Ochako for getting close to him and chased her around the house! He only stopped when Izuku lifted him in his arms like a little baby. Even so, the dog grew quickly in Ochako's hearts, not only to her though, to his other friends as well. But Izuku felt that Kacchan was somewhat strange for a dog. Aside from that incident when he saved the dog a few months back—which he tried to forget—and that he didn't own any pets so he didn't know if dogs should act like that. What he meant was, the dog would always pee on his bed or on him. He would also bring dead rats or rabbits to him. And whenever he kissed, hugged and raised this heavy mutt in his arms....

Kacchan was horny.

"Mom... What about getting him neutered?" He suddenly asked out of nowhere while carrying the big baby.

The human and the dog were both surprised. The plate on Inko's hand slipped and fell on the floor, whereas Kacchan struggled to the point that his canine accidentally grazed
on Izuku's arm. It's just a small cut, so he didn't mind it and put the dog down.

"Are you sure, Izu-kun?" Inko asked worriedly. She picked up a broom and started sweeping the floor. Kacchan barked as if asking the same thing.

"Mom, just look at him." He pointed a finger at the mutt who was crouching down in front of him. "He also always tries to sniff my nape, licking it and my lips, then get... get..." His face flushed. "Maybe its the best idea."

Kacchan whimpered, like he knew he was getting his thing cut off. Nervously, which Izuku couldn't quite put his finger on, Inko threw the broken plate and faced him. She glanced at the dog and then to Izuku, "Have you heard the story about a depressed dog committing suicide because it was neutered?"

"What?" He only heard this just now. There was such a thing?

"So I don't think it's a good idea, Izu-kun. Don't you feel worried that he would be very uncomfortable without balls and—"

Upon imagining it, Izuku couldn't help snorting out a laugh. "I'm so sorry... I... Fine, we can just find a female dog for him?"

Inko threw him a glance, to the dog, then to him again. One eyebrow arched up, and she just shrugged, before washing the other dishes.

Izuku was left confused.

The green-haired woke up aching the next morning. It felt like a flu or summer cold kind of ache, his arm and the back of his neck were hurting. And he could have sworn he tasted a mixture of spice and caramel on his lips.

His nape and lips were sensitive. He ran his tongue over his lips. They weren’t swollen, just sensitive enough for his to be very aware of them. Then he remembered the night before. Izuku frowned, his brows snapping together in instant ire.

Did he get infected by a rabies from that graze on Kacchan's canine? If so, then he needed to go to the townsquare, to a doctor.

He jerked to an upright position, then groaned roughly as his sore muscles protested the effort. Oh hell, now that just hurt. He definitely got infected.

"Mom..." He groaned out as he stood to his feet, but Inko didn't answer, so sick or not sick, he needed to go out of his room.

Glancing at the clock, he winced at the time. Late morning. He had definitely overslept. A shower and lunch first though, then he'd go to the townsquare. His door opened, interrupting his thoughts. Inko showed up with the dog, "Izu-kun, have you seen where I'd put my basket?"

Izuku didn't answer, he swayed on his feet as he felt the darkness edging his vision.

Upon realizing that her son looked pale, Inko asked, "What's wrong?"

But Izuku's knees collapsed and the darkness began to swell through him. He felt
himself falling, felt his face scrape the floor, and before he lost consciousness, he could have sworn he heard his mom calling his name, and another unknown voice shouting, "Deku!"

He was writhing, in pain, maybe? Izuku didn't know. But his body was aching. And when he opened his eyes, he saw someone... A man? Moving about bare-chested, muscles rippling as he moved inside his room. Semi-conscious, he couldn’t exactly call him handsome, but instead pretty and definitely
unique. The man was at least six feet tall two inches, leanly muscled.

He must be hallucinating right now.

He watched the stranger, a low moan passed over his lips because of his aching body. That was when the other guy noticed him, his head whipped to Izuku, and crimson red eyes met his green. He was really hallucinating, because no one could ever explain the way this man look. And then he moved, watching Izuku closely as he eased down on the bed beside him, capping his green hair and laying against him heavily. The green-haired stared into those eyes such a deep, mysterious red that it could make a grown man shiver. Shades of red and black collided in those eyes, tiny pinpoints of color that, up close were almost mesmerizing. They were squinted with... with—Izuku couldn't explain.

And there was a hard thing pressing down against his stomach.

"How do you feel?" A deep voice.

He blinked back at the stranger in surprise. Did he just see fangs? He swore, he saw it when the guy spoke above him.

He opened his mouth, not a word escaped his mouth because the guy's nose flared and suddenly lowered his head and caught Izuku's lips. Sweet Heaven! His lips were soft, tender, his mouth a warm, seductive cavern
beckoning him. It taste like a burnt sugar and something more.

The man's hands gripped the pillow behind his head, claws forming from those slender fingers. Izuku was in dazed as he was kissed by this stranger, staring into those red eyes, feeling the shock clear to the soles of his feet as the man's tongue licked at his lips, as if tasting something so delicate, something addictive.

A feeling of heated madness build in his brain as hunger swelled inside him.

Hallucinating or not, he didn’t expect this. Never in his 27 years of living in this world did he ever kissed anyone, nor a man. Sure he had thought of liking guys, but he had never thought of kissing them.

And kissing this guy... He liked it so much. It felt so natural and he felt himself hardening.

Izuku moved his hands, burrowing it into those blonde hair and he could feel it's softness as he stroked. The man groaned and thrust his tongue sharply inside his mouth. God. He ached. His own tongue throbbed at the taste of the blonde as he watched those lashes drift lower.

Sweet. Sweet taste of caramel filled his senses, tempting his taste buds.

He tasted so good. Like summer.
Something he had never known or thought of until he was too old to fool himself into believing it could exist.

But this wasn't real.

Oh God. He was just hallucinating.

"God, you taste so good." The stranger muttered second before he lowered his head again, but instead diving into Izuku's mouth again, his sharp canines sank on his freckled cheek, causing the green-haired to yelp in pain and pleasure. He then sucked it into his mouth as a blast of brutal sensation ripped through Izuku. He twisted beneath him, his hips rising, demanding more, shocking him to his core. But it didn't ease the horrible, mindless pleasure tearing through him. The stranger tugged on his hair, tilting his head to the side, as his teeth rasped his neck.

Oh God. It hurt with pleasure.

Izuku moaned, gripping the blonde hair, holding him in place as the man's teeth grazed his neck, nipping at it. The stranger's lips, teeth and tongue worked on his neck until it was so sensitive, he couldn't think of anything but more.

He needed more.

Needed him sucking it in deep and hard,
teeth sending that curious blend of
pleasure and pain streaking to his erection that was swelling and begging for attention.

"Shit. You like that, don't you?" The man raised his head, his eyes were glowing red.

Izuku couldn't stand the building pressure, the incredible sexual hunger that seemed to rise from a dark, hidden part of his soul.

"More." He whimpered.

Oh God. What was wrong with him? Had that rabies flipped a sexual switch he couldn't have known existed?

The man bit down on his sensitive neck again and Izuku's gaze glazed over as he fought for breath.

Oh God. Yes. Just like that.

"Damn." The blonde was breathing hard too. His red eyes were bottomless pits of aroused lust. "What do you want, baby?" He whispered, lips curving up into a wicked smile, his fangs were giving him a dangerous, dark look.

Izuku arched to him. "Please..."

"Son of a bitch." Before he could beg any further, his lips were immediately covered by the man, tongue forging into his mouth.

That taste again. Caramel and spice.

Their tongues twining. Izuku's lips sucked it into his mouth, feeling the taste intensify as the man's hands gripped his green hair, holding him to him, using his tongue to fuck his mouth with hot possessive stroke. The green-haired whimpered against the need, thrashing against the bed as desperate mewling moans tore from his throat. When the blonde raised his head, he stared up at the man imploringly.

“Make it stop,” Izuku gasped. “Please."

"What?" The blonde panted, his gaze was centered on his lips, "Make what stop, baby?"

He didn't know? He was turned into a mass of hunger so intense he was dying with it.

"Make it stop... now, I can’t stand it.”

The man's hand moved from his head, flattening on Izuku's waist before smoothing to his thigh. The green-haired stilled, his lips parting as he gasped for air. Green eyes locked with red eyes as he began to tug on his breeches. Cool air whispered over his thighs, easing the brutal heat for just a second before returning in full force. Izuku twisted as it cleared his knees, arched as the fabric slid over his legs.

When his hand returned, Izuku stilled, cry tearing from his throat as the heat of his palm
cupping his hard on sent arcs of explosion flaring through his body. The blonde lifted his head slowly, his red eyes narrowed on him, watching him carefully as he moved lower on the bed, ripping Izuku's underwear with his sharp fingernails. But before he could completely ripped it off, the man suddenly stood up. What happened next was little more than a hazy realization of a blanket being jerked over him. Then, "Oi, Katsuki, you're supposed to look after him, not fuck him."
Lips curling up in a snarl, the man who was called Katsuki let out a growl that sounded like an animal-like.

“Your timing sucks, Alpha and Luna." he snapped, but his gaze went to Izuku, who was staring up at him in daze, almost drugged.

"Did you bite him?" The other man asked, throwing a glance at Izuku.

The warning growl that came from Katsuki’s throat was accompanied by a snarl. Curved canines flashing at the side of his mouth as he moved quickly to block the green-haired from his father's view. "It matters not."

"You're my son, and you're soon to be the alpha of the pack, so it matters."

"Fine."

"And then did you kiss him after?"

"Huh? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?"

“Shit!” The sizzling curse that came across from his father surprised him, the Alpha didn’t get upset this easily. “Did you or did you not kiss him after the bite?"

“Yes,” He snarled back. “My teeth accidentally nicked his arm last night, and when he slept, I couldn't resist, I kissed him. Now what the hell does that have to do with this shit?"

"Listen to me, you have a shit tons of problems here. And tonight, my son, the connection has begun."

“What do you mean?" Katsuki bit out.

"So his mate is really a human." Mitsuki mumbled from Masaru's behind.

"We need to talk to Inko." His father said before going outside of the room, his mother followed suit.

Katsuki was about to follow, however Izuku whimpered heatedly, arching beneath the blanket, his head twisting on the mattress.
The smell of him had his body on fire, his mouth watering for the taste of Izuku.

"I'm cold." The human whispered, lifting drowsy green eyes to his.

Fuck. He just couldn't leave his mate here, aching and hurting.

“I know, baby.” He kept his voice soft, as gentle as possible as he walked beside him and discreetly straightened his clothes and
wrapped Izuku snuggly in the blanket. The human didn’t smell cold though. He smelled hot and sweet and ready to take every inch of his throbbing cock.

“What’s wrong with me.” Izuku's voice was slurred, his eyes so dilated that only a fragile ring of color remained.

“You’re going to be fine, Deku,” he whispered against his forehead, laying a kiss on the damp flesh as he trembled in his arms.

The door swung open, and Katsuki carried his hot little burden out the door and finally managed to sit down in front of the three who were in the living room, Izuku on his lap.

"There was a case of this before... It occurred with human actually.” Masaru explained. Inko turned worried eyes to Izuku. "It affects not your son, Inko, but also Katsuki as well. The two of them are in a mating heat."

"Mating heat?" The two female and Katsuki asked carefully.

"But they were only for werewolves."

"Not a lot of werewolves are aware of the exact nature of the mating process because our ancestor had imposed a strict code of silence on the few werewolves who had mated humans so far, hoping to secure a safer environment in the world before it leaked out." Masaru sighed. "I… I was the one at fault here." Everyone gave him a questioning look, "I… I onced save Inko a few years ago."

Inko gasped, "T-That time when I was about to give birth to Izuku?" His father nodded, "So that's why I woke up fully healed and Izuku was born."

The Alpha nodded, "Inko was dying and so as Izuku, I couldn't help it. Nature spoke to me to touch her stomach, the child in Inko's womb, to supply it with energy, to even conversed with it because he had been picked as a perfect mate for my son. Biological, chemical, whatever you want to call it," he grimaced. "If you bite him and then kiss him, it would cause the mating heat to start, just like in us. If you wish to bond with him for eternity and became fully mated, you have to bite him on the nape and drink his blood." He threw a glance at Mitsuki who nodded in response. "Complete sexual abandon from now until forever. It would only subside for a few days and comes back until Izuku conceives."

Complete sexual abandon? From now until forever? Katsuki's mate? Conceive?

"He's mine," The blonde whispered, tightening his arms around the green-haired.

"Human males can't conceive." Inko mumbled

Mitsuki snorted, "So our little son is swimming in the frigid waters and his sweet, little mate is huddled in nothing more than a blanket. What do we do now?

The Alpha shrugged, "He could be turned into a werewolf."

"Huh?!"

"If you bite him when it's Full Moon," he glanced down at the man before his eyes moved back to his son. "he can turn into one of us. But if he wouldn't be able to take the transformation, he is going to die."

The two females gasped.

"Fuck." Katsuki muttered.

"Best if you go home when the full moon occurred."

What was wrong with him? Izuku knew something was horribly wrong, that the heat and hunger that kept his body so sensitized and filled with a painful arousal wasn’t natural. It happened with that grazed. He remembered the cut on his arm, and he must really be infected with rabies. Because if not, he wouldn't hallucinate of kissing this blonde guy. He wouldn't hallucinate about that stranger, Katsuki, to lock their lips together, spreading the taste of sweet caramel through his senses.

God, this was so wrong. He shouldn’t feel like this. He needed to go to the hospital, get some medication and rest.

“Kiss me,” Izuku whispered, his head falling back, staring up at those red eyes in dazed wonder.

A rumbled growl vibrated in the man's chest beside him.

“Soon.”

“Now.”

A rough chuckle, almost pain-filled, washed over his senses.

“We have company, Deku. You want me to make you scream in front of them?”

"I don’t care.”

Did he really say that? Oh he definitely did. But it was true. All of the people in the world could be looking at that moment and Izuku wouldn’t care. “Kiss me.” He repeated, because he needed his taste again.

He wiggled his hands from beneath the blanket, one moving to cup the hard erection behind him as Katsuki stiffened, a hiss
echoing in his ear. The other worked at his jeans. He remembered that book he had read before, had read that all you had to do
was touch a man's cock and they would be putty in your hands. Was it true?

The snap came undone, the zipper rasped down, and suddenly his hands were grabbed by that man. "Damn it, Izuku. You are not even sober right now. You don't even know me at the moment, do you?"

"Who?" He whispered again, staring up at him in the dim light of the living room.

Katsuki's expression was tortured. "Kacchan."

"Ka...cchan?" The man nodded, "But Kacchan's a dog..."

"A werewolf."

A long silence stretched between them, and then, "What? This is not a good joke... I must be really hallucinating."

Instead of answering, Katsuki put him down, crouching in front of him, declaring, "Watch." And then his skin darkened, the nose turning into a snout, head becoming furry and limbs getting smaller.

Izuku's eyes widened and stared into that familiar animal and his red colored eyes. A gasp escaped his lips, and then to his profound humiliation and distress, he felt darkness closing slowly over him again.

“I think I'm going to faint…” Darkness closed over him, soft and inviting as he slumped forward.

Izuku felt weak light hit his eyes, he opened them and saw his light green pillowcase. He blinked but when his eyes came back open,
there it was. His light green pillowcase. The green-haired shot up to sitting and nearly blacked out, his head was so woozy. He lifted a hand to his head and closed his eyes
tight until the feeling went away.

Then he kept them closed thinking that he must have had a head injury for hallucinating and dreaming about kissing a stranger and doing a lot of sinful things. He slowly opened his eyes and gingerly got out of bed and walked out the room—Inko was nowhere in sight. Izuku flinched at the bright lights of the bathroom when he turned them on.

"I still have a lot of things to do,” The green-haired muttered, did his thing, washed his face and brushed his teeth. He took three medicine and washed them down, cupping the water in his hand under the tap to do so. Then he wet the washcloth with cold water, wrung it out, folded it and wandered back to his bedroom to lie down thinking a quick rest, then find Inko.

He moved over to his room, something caught his eye. Izuku looked up and stopped dead. The stranger in his dream was standing there, wearing a pair of faded breeches that looked really good on him. His feet were bare, his ash-blonde hair was messy and his red eyes were on Izuku

“What—?” Izuku started to breathe.

“What are you doing out of bed?” The stranger demanded to know in his imperious, deep voice and Izuku blinked.

This was a mistake for in the nanosecond his
eyes closed, the man made it to him, had him cradled in his arms then he walked Izuku to his bed and gently set him in it. Then the stranger yanked the covers over him. After doing that, he pulled the washcloth out of Izuku's hand, studied it for a second before sitting on the bed beside him and pressing it on his forehead.

Izuku stared up at him and whispered, “Who are you? What are you?!"

He stared down at him. “I’m Katsuki. Your Kacchan.”

Oh my God! Was he dreaming again?!

Holy crap!

“You-You-You're my Kacchan?”

"Who else could it be?"

Oh no. Oh God. Oh no.

He needed to wake up! How could he think of kissing his own dog?! How could he dream of Kacchan in a human form? How could this dream, already bad, get so much worse? What did he do to deserve such shitty karma?

“Did we, uh… Am I still dreaming?” Izuku asked out loud and Katsuki's brows drew together.

“What the fuck, Deku? Why would you dream this?"

"So… you are real?” He whispered.

“Yeah."

“Really?” He asked tentatively.

“Bloody hell, yes!" The guy snapped.

Izuku shot straight up to his feet and jumped off of the bed, running to the dood, his head
whirling but he ignored it, praying he wouldn’t pass out. However, he didn’t make it to the door. The green-haired was caught with an arm at his waist and pulled back into a hard
body. He struggled, he knew he could protect himself and outsun the guy but Kacchan's other arm locked around his shoulders and
chest, caging his in and his mouth went to his ear.

“Jesus, fuck, human! Calm yourself!" Kacchan snapped.

“Let go of me!” Izuku shrieked.

“Calm yourself!”

“Let… me… go!” He yelled, still struggling.

Before Katsuki could say something, the door of his room opened and Inko showed up. There was a puzzled expression on her face, "You finally woke up?"

"What's going on?! This isn't a dream?!"

"You haven't told him yet?" She asked the blonde behind him. Right there and then, Izuku knew his mom had a knowledge about Kacchan's real identity.

“Will you let me go?” The green-haired demanded impatiently.

“Yes, I will, in a moment.” The creature answered Inko.

“Let me go. Now!”

Katsuki did, and took a step back. He glanced at Izuku then to Inko, "I'll let him have his head." Then he went out of the room.

Kacchan was a human—no scratched that. Kacchan was a shapeshifter.

Izuku thought about it for hours while laying on his side, his back to his mother as he tried to curl up and hugged his knees.

Cold hard reality had almost returned. Enough to realize what had happened earlier and to remember in bleak clarity about the time when he saved him, the horniness and all.

Wow. His life had drastically changed, he was certain he could never right it again.

Izuku shuddered at the memories of him kissing Katsuki. Not in distaste though. He looked back to his mother and finally asked with extreme unease, “You know about Kacchan?" He watched Inko nod and anguish tore through him. Oh God, if his mother never knew, he'd have the blonde cut his balls and then he'd be devastated. "Since when?"

"Since the second night you adopted him."

Izuku was stunned, "What? How? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was forbidden to change in front of a human who didn’t know about their secret culture, but Katsuki accidentally did so on the second night, and I saw it. I have reasons why I didn't tell you about it."

"Oh my God..." He breathed out.

"And you're mates."

His head jerked up, "What, mom? What are you talking about?"

"You should talk to Katsuki-kun about it."

"Where is he?"

"He's probably running."

Izuku blinked back at his mother, more confusion sweeping over him. Then he
asked, "Running?"

"Transforming into a wolf and running. He always did it when you're asleep or not around. He had to do it, compelled to by the wolf in him."

Wow. There was so much he didn't know about Katsuki.

It was the morning after(more like 3 am) and Izuku had actually woken alone, took a bath, dressed, had a quick breakfast, and there was still no sign of Katsuki nor the wolf form. He had no idea why he had slept and woken alone, because Katsuki, in his wolf version, would always woke him up by licking his lips or nape—No! He didn't like it, he just got used to it!

Izuku didn't take that as a good sign.

So instead of worrying about him, he folded clothes, tidied them away and put clean sheets on the bed. Then he cleaned the house while his mother was still sleeping. And after that, he started pacing, waiting for Katsuki to return and trying not to panic.

It was already 5 am, and yet he wasn't home. Katsuki was probably seen transforming and was captured, tied to a stake, in the middle of a townsquare and was about to get burned. Or the werewolf was shot again by someone—Oh God, no! Stop right there, Izuku!

"B-But what if he was found out by some people? Or worse, hunters?! I.. I have to find him." He whispered before donning his own cloak and rushing outside.

No. Katsuki wasn't in trouble. Instead, it was the green-haired who was, because really, that was not a good sight for virgin guy like him. Izuku closed his eyes then opened it again to train his vision towards the werewolf on the creek, as naked as a man could be and more than a little aroused.

With the help of the orange light from the sun rising in the east, he could see that gorgeous, heavily veined shaft of male flesh rose a good eight inches—no less, could be more—from the base below his flat abdomen. It was thick and long and mouth-wateringly tempting. Izuku blew out a hard breath, lying flat on the rock he had found near the creek where he saw Katsuki, taking a bath and
then—

Izuki couldn’t take his eyes off him.

The werewolf was really tall. He has the most gorgeous broad chest he had ever seen, powerful thighs and narrow hipped, that begged to be stroked. This just wasn’t a sight that a nice, little virgin like him should be seeing. It was reminding him of the things they did the other day. Not to mention, it was making him imagine something. Something like how would it feel to lie next to him, rub all over him, kiss that chest and lick the nipples. Worship his body. Izuku shivered at the thought.

He should be calling him so they could talk, or be worried that villagers might see him. But what a sight. Cream-colored, muscular skin. Spiky, blonde hair, a color that was so beautiful under the sunlight. A strong, bold face, gorgeous, almost savage in its planes and angles. And lips... full male lips with just a hint of a merciless curve. Izuku wanted to kiss those lips again.

And didn't he have fangs? Those sharp canines that tormented his neck, and gave him pleasure/pain—which he still felt up until now.

God. How he wanted to feel it again. Wanted to kiss his lips and lick those fangs, lick his way down. Across that broad chest, the hard, flat stomach to the erection rising from between his thighs. Izuku fought to breathe evenly as Katsuki''s hand clasped the base of that thick cock and he began stroking all that firm, wonderful flesh.

Oh God. The guy was going to masturbate!!!

Incredulity flared through his system, especially at his own thing, at the realization.
Right there before his eyes the shapeshifter was going to masturbate!!

Izuku couldn’t believe it.

Katsuki's hand barely circled the broad shaft, moving slow and easy, almost lazily from tip to base. The green-haired felt his breeches tightened. Felt his ass clenched, his dick hardening, aching and moistened. A sensual heat speared his body something like an explosion. His body became so sensitive again as the breeze caressed his bare arms.

Oh God. Was this how some people felt when they watch someone masturbate? No wonder, they liked it so well.

When he saw those long, broad fingers stroked over the erection from tip to base, massaging and stimulating it, Izuku almost overheat. His green eyes followed that hand moving between his spread thighs. It must be sensitive, because when the blonde stroke the broad head of his cock, he jerked with the pleasure, causing him to let out an animalistic growl.

Izuku was nearly insane with lust now. How he managed to lie still and not rush to him or maybe run away from there, he didn't know.

All he knew was that, he wanted to taste Katsuki. Wishing he was there helping him.

Oh God. This was bad. He was a doomed virgin.

He saw how hunger and something more lit Katsuki's expression as he licked his lips and fangs, his hand pumping up and down. He was playing with his cock like a finely tuned instrument now. The scene was so erotic. Sexier than anything Izuku had ever known. And the green-haired man could have sworn he saw the head pulse, throb. His hips arched, then a thick stream of creamy white fluid erupted from the tip, splattering on that hard abdomen and coating the hand.

"Oh God, that was hot..." He whispered, unable to take his eyes from the sight.

Then the blonde stretched, his eyes opening. Izuku breathed in sharply as their gazes connected, a self-satisfied smile stretching across those wonderful lips, showing off his sharp canines.

Of course, he couldn’t know he was there, right? It just wasn’t possible. Was it?

It was noon after and Izuku was curled on the couch, trying to concentrate on his book but couldn't. Because he knew that he had to face Katsuki and needed to talk to him.

When he heard the front door opening and his mom saying, "Welcome home, Katsuki." Izuku's heart beat faster.

He heard a bark, paws hitting the floor, before he saw a bundle of blonde fur in front of him. Red eyes staring straight at Izuku, and the wolf looked like it was smirking at him, telling him that he knew Izuku was there this morning, watching him doing something.

But the green-haired averted his face—only looking at him in his peripheral vision. Especially when the big wolf padded to the kitchen which was an open one—transforming in the process.

And he was naked as the day he was born!

Izuku's lips parted in surprise as his eyes moved downward. God! Up close and in a broad daylight, he could say that Katsuki was an epitome of perfection!

"Deku." The werewolf said, taking his time to wear his breeches.

His thick ash-blonde hair was thick and looked soft, and when he turned toward him, the stark, well-defined features of his face held his gaze.

No man could ever be this so attractive, Izuku assured himself.

But his sharp nose and well-arched brows
over deep red eyes were definitely worth looking at. And his lips.... He really didn’t want to look at his lips. But he did. They made his mouth water at the thought of the pleasure to be had there.

"By the way," The blonde started after buttoning his pants, "It would help you to read that book if you turned it right side up. If you're just going to pretend to read it, then pretend with at least a show of decorum." Izuku blushed, he put down the book and looked away. “Like what you saw the other day?” His shocking question was delivered in a hot, rough voice.

His head whipped to Katsuki, eyes widening, he took a deep breath, his tongue running over his dry lips nervously.

He knew.

Oh God.

He knew.

And there was no use denying it, especially how the werewolf was smirking at him now. There was an amusement in his red eyes, and something more.

“You knew I was there?”

“Oh, I knew. Heh. I could feel your hot little eyes on me, Deku. Could even smell you from afar. We have heightened senses. Do you think I jack off for the hell of it? I’m a grown up, not a kid. I don’t get a hard-on with just any stiff breeze anymore.”

Izuku fought the little whimper that edged in his throat. “Why?” he whispered. “Why did you do that?”

“Because you were watching."

"What?"

"Because I want to be with you. Because you are my mate." His breathing was rough, but so was his.

"I’m too old for this,” Izuku said, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Too old for sex? For voyeurism?”

“No. There’s no way we are mates. We are... You are—"

"An animal?" Katsuki's expression never changed.

Izuku shook his head, "And I don't even know
your surname..."

"Bakugou." He said. "Now that you know, we can do the bonding."

"What? This wouldn't work at all! A werewolf and a human?!"

"It would. Nature had allowed it. Our pheromones and chemistry matched. You’re my mate, Deku. Whether either of us likes it or not. I won’t let you go."

"No." His protest was weak.

"Put yourself in my place, Deku. What would you do if you found your soulmate? That you fell in love with him the instant you saw him? That it was written in the lore and you felt it, that this person carried half of your soul and your heart. Then years later, you saw him again. You were brought to him and he was charming, amusing, seducing you with every turn of his head, every look, every smile, every move he made, every freckles he have. What would you think? What would you do?"

“I didn’t seduce you!” Izuku cried out.

“Nerd,” He whispered amusedly, “you’re seducing me right the fuck now.”

Izuku opened his mouth, hesitated then closed it again. He shook his head and whispered back, “I don’t know you, Kacchan,” He was suddenly afraid that the faults he knew he possessed would weaken what he heard from Katsuki. “I don’t know what you like.”

"Of course." Katsuki agreed softly. “You don’t know how I have to fight my possessiveness and my need to hold back to keep you safe. How dominant I get and how kinky I can get sexually. I have the same fears you do, Deku. But we can work through them.”

"How can you be so certain?"

Katsuki closed the distance between. His fingers slid over his freckled cheeks, his thumb smoothing against his lips. “I don’t know how, Deku,” he said. “All I know is that the bond with you was stronger than with any other human or werewolves. That I knew you in my dreams, in the darkest depths of my soul. That I know I would kill anyone who attempted to touch so much as a hair on your head or try to claim you. You are mine, Deku. You complete something that has been missing inside me. That’s all I know. I don’t ask for more. The rest will come in time.”

Izuku breathed in raggedly as he stared back at Katsuki, feeling the heat of his body enfolding him, the warmth wrapping around him like a cloud of comfort.

“I can smell your heat,” Katsuki continued as his lips lowered to Izuku's, barely brushing against them as he stared back at him with drowsy sensuality. “Hot and sweet. Smelled like cinnamon. Do you know what that does to me, Deku?"

“What?” He fought to drag in air to combat the extreme excitement of his touch.

“It makes me very hungry,” The blonde revealed. “It makes me want to eat you slow and easy, drawing every drop of cum into my mouth and making more flow. It makes me want to hear you scream, feel you shudder and pulse. I want to knot you, baby."

He should've protested his declaration. Should've told him to stop talking like that. But he'd be lying if he said that he didn't like.

It got him hard.

But before he could retaliate, a cough was heard from behind them, next to it was Inko's voice. "Maybe you guys can talk about it privately?"

Izuku's face reddened, he could feel his ears heating up as he pushed Katsuki aside. "Mom!"

Inko chuckled at them