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The thing about it all, is when Izuku gets behind the closed door of his apartment at the end of the day, his smile finally melts off his face and the bigger than life posture he’s kept all day sags. It’s the ringing silence of his extravagant high rise that greets him.
As he sighs deep and heavy, sometimes spending minutes leaning against the door and getting lost in his dissociative state of being. Staring into nothing as he reminds himself in a small, whispered, wounded bullied voice of a Quirkless boy why he’s doing this.
Before he sighs once again, gathering up his will to walk into the solitude of his dwelling. Toeing off his iconic red shoes that are no longer purely original to him, as every kid on any sort of block can buy them at every shoe store. Something he’d originally been so ecstatic to see.
Izuku used to shower and change at the agency. Freshening himself up and ‘washing the day away’ so as to not take work home. Trying so desperately to separate work from his personal life. How foolishly naive he’d been.
Now he practically rushed away from his agency as if there was a bomb residing in the basement. Hurrying home as fast as possible to just be by himself. To have a moment of peace. But there was no peace in this loneliness. After all, it stank of depressed Alpha.
Dragging his feet to his bedroom bathroom, he ignored the angry growling of his stomach that demanded sustenance. As he turns on the shower to near boiling hot, Izuku peels off the sweat soaked hero suit that he used to die to put on, but now couldn’t wait to get off.
Back when he first started, he’d been so adamant about having a healthy diet and living a happy life. Now, he was lucky if he remembered to eat breakfast, because he sure as hell wasn’t getting lunch as he spent the whole day making sure everyone and their grandma felt safe.
Currently, his fridge was completely empty, perhaps save a few water bottles, and maybe a couple of condiments when the takeout places forgot to put them in his takeout bag. That’s all he seems to eat nowadays. Because he’d never took the time to learn to cook for himself.
He’s sure if he’d stopped by his mother’s that she would be over the moon about making him something to eat. Though even the idea of that makes him want to curl in on himself in shame. When was the last time he’d seen his mother?
Spoken to her beyond a distant phone call or passerby text?
While Inko would always be more than willing to cook her fully grown Alphan son a meal, it endlessly brought up the question that swirled his mind like an angry hornet looking for a victim. The same question that television hosts, reporters, fans, and practically everyone asked him.
When was the Number One going to find a mate and settle down?
Izuku would shyly chuckle and blush when asked that question. Now so artfully aware of how to play up his young bashful schoolboy personality that he questioned if that was even who he was anymore. Anything to hide how hard it hit him.
How it reminded him that when the Number One hero went home, when he shed his armor, when his smile finally dropped, that he was so painfully alone. At first it had been because he was so focused on hero work. First in being the best sidekick possible.
Then it was about rising up the ranks. Being faster, better, stronger. The pillar of strength everyone was begging for since All Might announced his retirement. The mass panic that ensued was legendary. While they agreed that All Might had more than done his time as their Number One, they wondered who would measure up.
Even though Izuku had Toshinori in his corner teaching him absolutely everything he could, and Aizawa battering his body over and over and over and over until it was unbearable, but, it was the essence of a hero to GET BACK UP. To the Commission asking his intentions with OFA.
Izuku had to prove himself a million times over before he even hit the ground running in the field of being a hero. His mother was a constant annoying chatter in his ear of anxiety and worry, as much as he loved her. She only knew the Quirkless boy she’d birthed.
His life had continuously been so suffocatingly full of unending noise until he reached his peak. The dream he’d always wanted to achieve since he was a little boy watching All Might’s debut on Youtube.
Stepping into the shower, he let the hot water hit his back for a long while. Softly hissing as old achy pains were soothed, and the middle of his spine popped as he rolled his shoulders back. Twisting his head side to side, listening to the cacophony of cracks in his neck as he did so.
He doesn’t know how long he stands there, letting the heat of the water seep into his very bones. Letting it warm his very soul back up as he closes his eyes and simply breathes.
It’s long enough that the heat of it doesn’t mildly sting his skin anymore. So looks behind himself to make sure the shower is clear, even though there’s no reason to, and carefully sits down in his tub.
Where the water still hits just a little below his waist, but mostly sprays his legs. Resting his aching back against the cool surface of the tub before leaning his head back against the tiled walls.
It’s a gigantic shower, but he’s a very big man.
He feels small like this, like a little pup bundled up in warmth. With steam billowing in the confined air of the bathroom. Izuku would’ve been more than happy to stay there until the water ran cold, but his growling stomach was starting to hurt.
So he gave himself a few more minutes, before slowly sitting up with a sigh and reaching out to turn the water off. Standing upright and grabbing his large fluffy towel to wrap around himself as goosebumps rise on his flesh. Patting himself dry as he goes to brave the cool air of his bedroom.
Once he’s dressed in comfortable thick gray sweatpants, a plain cotton shirt, and pullover All Might hoodie he finally opens his phone to order food. Though as he’s staring at the options he has, he’s severely disappointed that nothing seems appetizing at all.
Izuku feels frustrated as he picks different restaurant menus, and doesn’t feel the inclination to buy anything. He’s hungry for sure, but his palate is so bored of his typical options. Groaning in defeat, he slumps down on his couch and lets his phone plop out of his hand.
What he wouldn’t give for a lovingly home cooked meal. He’s just so tired, he needs a vacation so bad. Anything to rejuvinate his soul, or even his patience for existing. Maybe he could look up a recipe and cook something himself?
Though the chances of the meal not turning out well are high. Izuku doesn’t really want to suffer through a mediocre supper. There was however, a small grocery store that was open twenty-four hours down the block. If anything he could just grab some snacks and a tv dinner.
While he didn’t particularly feel like leaving his apartment again, the idea of a salty snack was too appealing. So with soft reluctance, he went to grab his cap and a mask to cover his face. Slipping on comfortable shoes before pocketing his wallet.
It’s ridiculously late, so no one is outside as he sluggishly shuffles down the block. The night air is warm, and quiet. It’s peaceful, if not sort of dreamlike as he spaces out completely. Head empty of thoughts other than the objective to get to the small store.
When he enters in, squinting under the bright fluorescent lights, the young lady at the counter greets him tiredly. Scrolling through her phone at the checkout, but giving him a pleasant smile. Izuku nods his head in greeting, grabbing a blue plastic basket.
He lazily walks down the isles, leisurely scanning for nothing in particular. Seeing what peaks his interest as he occasionally picks something up, and puts it in his basket or puts it back.
It’s when he reaches the ramen isle that he sees that he’s not alone in the small store. A shorter man is there, looking between two different packages of noodles in his hands. He’s got pale olive toned skin that holds no marks like Izuku’s freckles.
His hair is spiky and a beautiful golden blond, making his red eyes that Izuku could see flickering back and forth between the two packages, so very striking. An Omega, Izuku can tell from the soft scent. Adorably on the chubbier side, with a slight pout to his pink lips.
Izuku only realizes he’s been staring way longer than appropriate when the Omega suddenly stiffens up and turns to look at the stranger gawking at him. He almost yelps as he quickly snaps his head away, hastily reaching for an instant ramen. His face burning red, because the Omega had a very pretty face.
The other glares at him for a moment, before choosing his noodles and putting the other back. Shuffling out of the isle, and away from Izuku. Though he leaves behind a soft aura of his scent.
It smells like cinnamon sugar, salted caramel, and smoky wood. Making a delighted shiver course along Izuku’s skin as his Alpha stands up in interest. He wondered what the Omega was gonna eat. He picked out raw noodles instead of instant ramen. Did he cook?
Without even thinking about it, Izuku found himself quietly trailing in the direction the Omega went. He knew he was probably being a little creepy, but he was just innocently curious. There was just something about the Omega that drew him in.
Izuku found him in the fridge section, holding a small carton of four eggs, inspecting them for any damage. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Omega glance at him before looking back to his eggs.
He took that moment to also glance over and look into the Omega’s basket. Seeing that they were definitely getting ingredients to cook dinner. Broth, tteoboki, and enoki mushrooms. Izuku felt a zing of delight. The Omega was making ramen. Based on the spices, spicy ramen.
His stomach rumbled eagerly.
Izuku didn’t realize he was staring again until the Omega sharply turned towards him. One hand on his hip while the other held his basket. “Do you have a fucking problem?”
Startling, Izuku took a step back while embarrassment shocked his system. Face burning red. “S-sorry! No I don’t!”
“Then why are you staring at me huh? You some pervert?” The Omega demanded, his voice sharp and deep. Holding a growly pitch that made Izuku want to hear him speak more.
Though the accusation had him paling quickly. “N-no! No I’m not! I’m so sorry! It’s just that…are you making ramen?”
The Omega blinked at him, appearing confused but still cautious. “Yeah? What of it?”
Izuku sheepishly fiddled with the string of his hoodie. “Sorry…it’s just that…it looks like you know how to cook really well and, I don’t know, I haven’t had a homecooked meal in a while. So I was…I was admiring? I guess?”
The Omega’s face pinched in indignation, cheeks turning pink. “I look like I know how to cook really well? Why, because I’m fat?”
Izuku balked, waving his hand back and forward to vanish the idea. “No! No not at all! You’re not…well I mean you’re pl-plump but that’s not a bad thing at all! As long as you love yourself and all, that’s what’s important! And I totally don’t care about weight or anything like that! In fact I think you’re actually r-really cute! And you smell really n-nice! But it’s just that you look confident about your ingredients and…I’m sorry I’m hungry.”
As if to prove his innocence, his stomach let out an angry growl that made both of them stare.
The Omega’s eyes flickered to Izuku’s basket. Which compared to the mouthwatering ingredients in the Omega’s basket, Izuku’s looked like a gross pile of junk. The Omega looked up at Izuku again, unimpressed. It made his Alpha wither in shame.
“Well no wonder, with that crap. What, do you not know how to cook for yourself?” The Omega snapped.
Izuku hung his head, really wanting to disappear. Maybe he shouldn’t have left his apartment, and just sucked it up and ordered food. This was why he couldn’t get a mate. Well, that wasn’t actually the reason but it certainly wasn’t going to help.
“Fuckin, stop pouting jeez. Making me feel like a kicked a damn puppy.” The Omega sighed. “Look, if I told you a list of ingredients would you be able to put them together and cook them?”
Izuku grimaced. “No not likely. I’m actually…I don’t know how to cook.”
“Holy crap, you’re just a useless Alpha huh? What did your mom just fucking baby the hell out of you and cook everything for you?” He sneered.
Izuku shrunk in on himself even more. “Y-yes…”
“What you think that it’s an Omega’s job to be the one that fucking cooks all the time? Big bad Alpha shouldn’t have to do the cooking?”
Izuku felt a flash of anger. This Omega was actually kinda mean, assuming so many things about him. “No! I don’t think that at all, and it’s really hurting my feelings that you’re assuming I’m sort of sexist asshole! I wish I knew, but…I just don’t have the time to learn. Or anyone to teach me.”
That wasn’t necessarily true, his mother would likely be more than happy to teach him, but Izuku would feel so guilty about eating up her time over something stupid like that. He was a grown ass man, he should be able to learn on his own.
The Omega’s fierce expression melted away, looking contemplative and softer. Almost pitying. Izuku didn’t like it at all, he felt stupid. “Look, I’m really sorry for bothering you. Have a nice night.”
He started to dejectedly walk away, when a hand gripped his arm gently, turning him to face the Omega again. “Look, I’ll cook something for you okay? I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Thought you were gonna like…jump me or something.”
It wasn’t a wild conclusion, Izuku knew this as a hero. Omegas constantly had to be on guard because there were shitty Alphas everywhere. Preying on Omegas in many horrible ways.
“No, I was being weird. I should’ve just left you alone, I’m sorry. I was kinda just…following my stomach. You don’t have to cook for me, I’m sure I already creeped you out enough.”
The Omega studied him for a moment before smirking. “Oh I wouldn’t do it for free. You pay for the ingredients, and I’ll cook you up a bowl.”
Izuku felt hopeful, and his stomach protested again. Getting angrier with every yell to be fed. “Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah I’m sure, but if you try anything funny I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.” The Omega growled threateningly.
He flushed. “Of course! No funny business I promise. Are you done or is there more stuff you need to get?”
The Omega shook his head. “This is it, I’m ready to checkout whenever you are.”
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Katsuki learned very quickly that the Alpha he’d felt threatened by was not malicious at all, and was just a lost bumbling idiot. A really handsome one at that, he found when they got to his apartment and the Alpha took off his hat and mask. He was unfairly tall and muscular.
Though his face held a sort of shy boyish charm, with his sparkling emerald puppy dog eyes. The curly green hair just added to his sheepishly harmless appearance. Even though the rest of him looked like he could bench press Katsuki a hundred times and not get tired.
It was hard to believe that an Alpha with his looks was unmated. Though Katsuki didn’t see any bond mark. Not only that, the Alpha clearly didn’t have anyone with him if he was hardpressed for a meal and had no one to teach him to cook. It made Katsuki’s Omega stand at attention, wanting to show off his capabilities as a potential mate.
Though Katsuki’s rational side was telling his instincts to shut the fuck up. He didn’t even know this Alpha, and there was no way someone like him was attracted to someone like Katsuki. The poor bastard was just hungry.
It didn’t stop Katsuki from preening a little when the Alpha admired his living space, a pleased look in his eyes. Katsuki was very proud of his home, being his only place of comfort.
The apartment wasn’t particularly large, but it wasn’t small either. The living room was to the left of the front door, a wide open space with a big tv. To the right was first a small wooden kitchen table with two chairs, following that was the kitchen. With a gracious viewing window.
The area was split in half, with the livingroom to the bedrooms were carpeted, and the table and kitchen were tile. To the right of the living room was a hallway that led to his bedroom, his office, and the bathroom. Along the back wall were floor to ceiling windows and a sliding door to his graciously sized balcony that faced a now empty walking park.
A perfectly cozy little space for the Omega, saturated in his scent. Katsuki could see the Alpha relax. All tension leaving his body as he took a deep breath. It definitely didn’t make the Omega blush when the Alpha smiled softly.
“Come on, I’m gonna give you a cooking lesson so you can at least make yourself decent ramen.”
The Alpha hurriedly placed the bags of ingredients on Katsuki’s kitchen counter, and unloaded them as the Omega started getting out the necessary kitchenware. It was peacefully quiet as Katsuki got everything ready, but when he set the noodles into the broth to cook, the Alpha spoke.
“I’m Izuku by the way.” He said with a shy chuckle, fiddling with his fingers.
“Katsuki.” He replied back, letting their eyes meet for a moment before turning back to add the tteoboki and mushrooms.
Izuku hummed. “So what do you do Katsuki? Like for work…or fun?”
He had to think for a second on if he really wanted to tell this random Alpha about himself. Though that seemed very mute point, given that said random Alpha was in his home. He’s sure that if the man had nefarious intentions, they would’ve been acted out as soon as they got behind closed doors.
“I’m a designer.” Katsuki huffed, turning to his fridge to get out the leftover pork belly slices he had. “Work for my parents, they’re designers too. Though they own the company.”
Izuku beamed, eyes flashing with intrigue. “That’s so cool! What do you design?”
Katsuki flushed at the praise, but shrugged nonchalantly. “Clothes mostly. Though I’ll do some Omegan comfort things too. Blankets, pillows, nesting items.”
“Oh wow! Can you show me some of your designs?” The Alpha asked eagerly. “I feel like I’m talking to a celebrity!”
Katsuki blushed bright red at that, and when he glanced over, Izuku seemed to sincerely mean what he said. “U-uh yeah…there’s an Omegan magazine on the coffee table in the living room. The front cover is my design.”
Izuku all but sprinted out of kitchen, leaving behind the scent of an excited Alpha. Katsuki watched him through the view window find the magazine he told him about. Picking it up, Izuku smiled at it and read the little blurb about Katsuki.
He walked back to the kitchen, flipping through the pages to get to the article about him. Stopping to lean against the kitchen wall as he began to read out loud. “Mysterious Omega designer Dynamight, son of world famous fashion designers Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou hits a homerun again with his new line up of Omegan fashion.
With his infamous eye for designs that will flatter all Omega body forms, and his impressive ability to combine both fashion and ultimate comfort, his clothing line is always to die for. Pro Hero and model Maboromicamie says in an interview that she’d happily model for Dynamight’s line for the rest of her life.”
Katsuki smiled, thinking about his friend Camie. They’ve never seen each other in person, but she’d practically harassed his parents for his phone number since she started modeling for his line, and wouldn’t stop until she got to rant at him at a million miles an hour about how much she adored his clothes.
She was honestly the only friend he had, and they talked nearly everyday. Katsuki was so blessed that she didn’t take any offense to the fact that he didn’t want to know anything about her hero career or heroes in general.
“Wow!” Izuku gushed, cheeks a rosy red and eyes sparkling, smiling so gorgeously Katsuki had to squint to look directly at him. The Alpha squished the magazine to his chest. “I AM talking to a celebrity!”
Katsuki shrugged, trying to beat back his utterly blissful Omega. “Hardly a celebrity, just…have famous parents.”
Izuku smiled down at the magazine, then went to place it back where he got it. “Well, I’ll certainly keep an eye out for your pieces from now on. This is so cool, I’m in a celebrity’s home.”
“You know you were supposed to be paying attention to making this ramen.” Katsuki called out, trying to fight the heavy thudding of his heart.
“Sorry, sorry.” Izuku laughed, coming back over to watch. “I’m pretty known among my friends for being a bit of a nerd about things.”
“Mmm.” Katsuk hums, and goes back to making the ramen.
When it finallys gets bowled, Katsuki could swear that Izuku was openly drooling with hearts in his eyes. The Alpha’s pine mint, green apple, and chamomile scent was giving off purely happy vibes. It made Katsuki feel like a good Omega.
They both sat at his small table, and Izuku was practically vibrating in his seat. “Thank you for the meal!”
Katsuki couldn’t help a smile as he dug in, picking up the rich noodles with his chopsticks and blowing on them. As he took a bite and savored the spicy ramen, he looked up to see Izuku finally take a bite of his own.
His Omega purred, realizing that the Alpha waited for him to have the first bite. An older sort of mannerism in traditional relationships, and a well respected one. An Alpha waiting for their Omega to have the first bite of food. Ensuring they were well fed.
Izuku seemed like a gentleman like that, and Katsuki was screaming in his head to not take it too personally. The Alpha probably did it for all his Omega friends.
“Mmmm!” Izuku practically squealed in delight as he chewed, eyes closing in bliss as his lips spread into a smile. “Ish sho good!”
Katsuki let himself feel the swell of pride in his chest. “Course it is, I’m a fuckin’ excellent cook!”
Izuku shoved another large helping of the ramen into his mouth, chewing like a starved animal with little satisfied moans before picking up the bowl and drinking the broth. Katsuki was only halfway down with his bowl when Izuku clunked his down on the table.
He sighed happily, cheeks rosy, patting his stomach. “Oh that was so good! It’s been so long since I had a homemade meal like that!”
Katsuki couldn’t help a fond smile. This dude was fucking ridiculously dumb and dorky, but it was painfully cute. “There’s enough for seconds.”
Izuku was all but out of his chair in an instant, hand gripping his bowl, but he paused. “Are you sure? Is there enough for you to have more too?”
Be calm stupid fucking heart, Katsuki snarled at the hammering organ. “Yeah, yeah go get yourself some seconds.”
Just like that, the Alpha sprinted into the kitchen to pour himself another bowl. When he set the bowl back down at the table, Katsuki had just finished his own. Jolting when Izuku reached out to take it, but not quite grabbing it yet.
“I can serve you if you like? I’m already up.” His eyes were earnest and eager to please.
Katsuki nodded, and the Alpha was off again. They both dug into their second serving with less haste, and Izuku smiled up at him. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“My sire.” Katsuki said with a smirk. “My dam is a kickass cook too, but she was more likely to haul up in the studio in our house for hours on end and forget to feed herself in a feverish designing haze. So my dad taught himself, and got really fucking good at it.”
Izuku hummed. “My mom is a pretty good cook too, whenever she could afford the time to make something. Though she worked a lot of shifts to support us, so a lot of it was easy to make stuff. I loved it when she’d have the time to make something big though.”
Katsuki looked up at him, taking note of the wistful and sad expression. He wondered what type of person Izuku was. What did he do that he himself couldn’t afford the time to learn to cook?
Suddenly the Alpha’s eyes widened. “Oh that sounds so ungrateful! I’m so thankful my mother packed lunches for me no matter what it was. We just had it kind of rough growing up. Now that we’re both in better places, I just don’t want to bother her. She took care of me enough, and she deserves to finally relax.”
Katsuki hummed. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind though. If she didn’t have the time then, maybe she’s happy to have the time now? Have you even asked her about it?”
Izuku sagged, shoulders hunched and pouting as he pushed stray noodles around in his bowl. “No…but she’s retired with my stepdad. They go on vacations a lot, and just enjoy each other’s company. I don’t wanna butt in on that, she deserves to be spoiled.”
“Well, I guess you’ve proven yourself not to be some murdering lunatic or a sexist douchebag.” Katsuki mused. “So I guess I could give you some cooking lessons.”
His whole expression lit up like fireworks, eyes sparkling and smile blinding. “REALLY?!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll teach you how to fucking cook.” Katsuki grumbled, looking away from the handsome Alpha.
Izuku squealed loudly, throwing victory punches in the air and laughing while repeating ‘yes, yes, yes!’. Being a completely dumb fucking cute moron. “Aaaah! Thank you! I promise I’ll surprise you with the best home cooked meal when I’m an expert Kacchan! Just you wait!”
“I’ll believe it when I see it you fucking dork.”
The Alpha insisted on helping Katsuki clean up, and they exchanged numbers as Izuku was getting ready to leave. Katsuki held open the door of his apartment as Izuku lingered for a moment, thinking over something.
Quick as lightning he took off his hoodie, scenting it by rubbing it along his neck. Before Katsuki could say anything, it was shoved into his arms and Izuku’s face burned red.
“Thank you so much! I look forward to seeing you again! Goodnight!”
With that, the Alpha took off almost at a sprint. Leaving a frazzled, shocked, and blushing Katsuki. Who after the Alpha was long gone, closed his door in a daze. Looking down at the giant hoodie.
He stared for a long while before bringing it up to his face and sniffing. His Omega was jumping with joy, because it held the scent of an Alpha that was romantically interested. So if Katsuki got changed into his pajamas and pulled the hoodie on to sleep in.
It was no one’s business but his own.