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Izuku Midoriya is an orphan that moved to the big city for a job as a researcher for a huge new paper. With the new health benefits that accompany his employment, he makes countless appointments to check on his health, including his reproductive health.
Even two weeks later, he still feels the uncomfortable sting of cold metal on his private bits. He wishes he didn’t have to endure such madness for a simple cervical exam, but then again, that’s just the life of an omega.
He pinches the bridge of his nose after his headache persists in his temple. These headaches have been getting more and more persistent, leaving him to suffer in silence as he analyzes data on the rise in organized crime in the city.
He takes a quick swig of water, hoping that hydrating himself will somehow rid himself of the pain. He thinks it’s more than likely the long hours he’s been working at the office, continuously staring at his desktop computer to the point his eyes water from the strain.
“Midoriya, are you in some kind of trouble?” his co-worker, Haru, questions as she walks into the small office room surrounded by glass walls. He tilts his head, glancing up from his computer with his brows furrowed.
“Not that I know of…?” he trails off quietly. “Why?”
“There are these men in suits looking for you down in the lobby. They just pushed past security as I was getting in the elevator.” Haru explains as she sits at her desk.
Izuku’s heartbeat quickens, eyes shifting to the elevator opening from across the news floor, around a 100 feet from where he sits now. The men exiting to the elevator wear dark coloured suits, some wearing sunglasses and brimming with tattoos. Some of the images can be seen overtop their collars as they peek out from under their clothes.
Ominous energy lurks under Izuku’s skin, thoughts running rampant through his mind.
What could they possibly want? Has he poked his nose too far into the life of organized crime? Did his sources rat him out?
He quickly stands from his chair and bends down to conceal himself behind the cubicles. His co-worker watches him with a brow raised, following him out the door with her eyes until he vanishes around the corner just as the men in suits reach their office space.
Izuku reaches the elevator, pressing the button several times before the metal doors open and he is able to crawl inside through a sea of researchers coming onto the news floor. Some stare at him in confusion, but he doesn’t care. He’d rather look ridiculous than be dead.
The elevator arrives at the bottom floor and shuffles out into the lobby, head swerving side to side where he spots several men in suits. He flattens his back against a wall, nibbling on his lip as he maps out his escape in his head. He shoves himself off the wall and keeps his head down, melting into a passing crowd of people coming off the elevators.
The men in suits react to something, placing their hands to their ears as they listen to their ear pieces. Now they spread out, stopping people moving for the doors and Izuku pales. They’ll find him for sure if he goes through this exit!
Izuku breaks from the group and speeds for a side door, hoping that he can at least make a break for it. He used to be in track and field and he isn’t the slowest person in the world, so he’s confident he’ll be able to shake them in a race.
He makes it to the door and whips the metal door open only to freeze where he stands.
A man, red eyed, tall, and broad in the shoulders stares down at him. He’s older than Izuku a clean shaven face and piercing eyes too. The scent of cinnamon blindsides the omega, causing him to stagger backwards. The blond man reaches out and snatches Izuku’s wrist, yanking him toward the taller man.
“Don’t run from me, omega.” his voice growls, sending shivers down Izuku’s spine, only for him to realize that this man has commanded him. This man––this alpha, is in fact a prime, leaving Izuku at his complete mercy.
Maybe coming to the city was a bad idea after all…
The blond-haired man that met Izuku outside the newspaper building guides him into a long SUV by his bicep. He’s not exactly rough, but Izuku could have thought of gentler ways the taller man could have gone about it.
Izuku rides in the left seat while the blond stays to the right, not bothering to put on his seatbelt, but instead leaning over to fasten Izuku’s seatbelt for him. The action is strange, the omega watches out of caution. He didn’t think that he’d be treated so lightly based on what he has been up to in the past couple of weeks digging into the yakuza’s dirty laundry.
His mind lands on the conclusion that this blond asshole is probably someone’s underling and got ordered to transport Izuku to his superior so they can have a chat. He refuses to find this all that comforting, but he doesn’t mind it either as killing a journalist would only deepen police presence within the gang’s services.
This blond guy isn’t exactly a mystery as Izuku can deduce most of his life from just a single glaze. Young, prefer expensive, designer clothing, and are rich enough to do it continuously. By the look of his three-piece ebony suit, it appears to be made with velvet with the accents such as the breath pocket, lined with silk. His shoes are high-quality leather, shining in the dim light due to the heavily tinted windows.
He’s too rich for himself, and completely bad news, especially for Izuku.
“Step on it,” the blond growls from his seat, urging the driver to punch it into the street. The SUV rocks, even when they run a red light as the multiple other SUVs follow behind and in front, disguising Izuku’s location completely.
“This is too dangerous. Let's go back and ask for a chopper,” the red-haired man in the front seat, clad in multiple tattoos, glances back into the back seat to address the blond.
“No. The safe house is only four blocks away, we can make it without getting into trouble.” the crimson eye man answers back, seeming to not feel any of the worry the redhead is conveying. He wears a suit just like the blond, expensive and different from the others with a tanned colour jacket and a white undershirt. He seems to be more well paid than the rest of their goons, so Izuku assumes that this redhead is an underling for the blond.
“But do you want to risk it? Has it not sunken in yet what’s at stake?”
The redhead gestures to Izuku and the omega goes wide-eyed.
What the hell is going on? Are they trying to keep him alive or are they trying to kill him in a whole other location? His heart begins to hit against his chest and he sucks in a deep, deep breath of air.
The blond picks his head up and glances down at the shyly quiet omega staring right back at him. His eyes stay trained on Izuku’s wide emerald eyes before he gives a gruff sigh.
“Fine, make the arrangements––”
The sound of metal on metal screeches in their ears as a garbage truck barrels into the first two SUVs of the line. Even though the SUVs appear to be armoured, the omega still wonders if he’ll be safe if something like that happened to the car he’s in. Izuku clutches the cushioning of his seal and looks to the blond who is shocked and partially annoyed by the new appearance of possibly another gang.
“We’re sitting fucking ducks here,” the blond opens the door without hesitation and gestures for Izuku to follow him.
“Come here,” the blond orders gruffly. Izuku remains still, nibbling on the inner part of his cheek in contempt.
“Come here, now.”
The act of a command made from a prime alpha cannot be ignored no matter what someone needs or wants. Izuku unbuckles himself and shifts out of the car, standing right before the blond with a glare.
“Don’t glare at me like that princess, I might think you want me to fuck your bratty ass and we both know you won’t be able to handle that,” he responds smoothly, causing blood to rush to his cheeks as the blond comes to grasp Izuku’s hand softly, and that when the omega can see the sheer difference between the both of them. The blond is tall, Izuku is short. The blond is handsome, Izuku is cute. The blond is indeed an attractive alpha and Izuku is very ashamed to admit that.
Izuku responds by sneering at the alpha, bearing his kittenish fangs. The blond isn’t amused, clearly irritated and wrathful of the offensive display of disobedience to a prime alpha, but with the lack of time they had to escape, it would have to be dealt with later.
“Mr. Bakugou, Nigi, Minato, and Kana, have the perimeter surrounded, it’s time to move.” the redhead urged them towards another building, more than likely for the chopper mentioned from before.
“If they get to him, I will fucking kill every one of you shit-for-brains,” Bakugou snarls, tugging Izuku into the building with the redhead in tow and the lackeys to defend them from behind. Guns are drawn and Izuku zeroes in on the pistol in the blond’s left hand while his right is busy engulfing Izuku’s fingers.
The minute they enter the hotel, Izuku senses something is amiss, bringing himself to move closer to Bakugou. When it comes down to it, he doesn’t know who the other gang is after and with a slim chance, it could be him. Izuku sticks with the guys with the guns by holding tighter around Bakugou’s hand.
The other occupants of the hotel warily glance at the men with pistols waltzing through the lobby with a frightened omega, but they don’t dare move from their seats, taking in the scary display with caution.
Izuku hears movement behind him and he glances back to see the butt of a gun coming right for his face which he dodges by dropping to his knees. A gang member disguised as a hotel guest pulled a gun on Izuku right once he turned his back and as the loud bang went off, another gun fell into Izuku’s lap.
He comes to the realization that he is completely untouched apart from the two figures standing above him crowding the omega on his knees.
He glances up to find Bakugou holding the barrel of the gun, forcing it to point upward while the other gang member freezes in shock.
The scent of unbridled rage hits heavily around the room, more than likely Bakugou’s than anyone else's as it begins to affect Izuku heavily. It’s nothing more than a strike of heat lurking deep within the omega’s gut but remains inside him no matter how many times Izuku tries to will it away.
The metal of the gang member’s gun begins to creak and splinter, suddenly squashed in the blond’s grip, leaving the weapon completely useless. The stranger panics, diving for Bakugou’s fallen gun when Izuku is tugged up against the blond’s chest. To everyone’s surprise, Izuku is aiming the firearm at the gang member with terribly shaking hands and tears welling up in his eyes.
“Let me have it, doll. It’s too heavy for you anyway,” Bakugou says in a very hushed and affectionate tone. Izuku quickly gives in and the blond twirls Izuku into his chest with one of his palms forcing the omega’s face into his chest.
“Eyes closed, ears plugged, princess. Don’t open them until I tell you.” he commands Izuku and Izuku does exactly what he’s told, face pressed into Bakugou’s chest, fingers in his ears, and eyes closed tight.
One shot is all it took.
Izuku just assisted in the murder of another person.