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Today was Valentine’s Day.
While Class 3-A attempted to keep their chatter to a quiet murmur, the excitement that came with the day did not fade from another’s tone that dared to speak in front of their teacher, especially so close to the bell ring that would signal the start of their school day.
A frenzy of steps could be heard as they echoed down the hall, hurried in their approach toward Class 3-A’s room. Had there not been an obvious absence in the class, the quickened foot-falls could have easily been ignored by the students while Aizawa slowly began to unfurl himself from his sleeping bag.
The door nearest the front of the room slid open, a slightly panting Izuku revealed as the class bell rang just after he stepped into the room. “I’m not late!,” his voice cracked in his skittishness as he stared down the bored expression of the homeroom teacher.
With an exasperated sign, the only reply was, “To your seat, problem child.”
“Yes, sensei! Sorry, Aizawa-sensei!” After he closed the door behind him, the green-haired omega could not help but to meet a few of his classmates' gazes as he made his way to his desk, those gazes a variety of fondness to those meant to tease. Midoriya smiled sheepishly and quickened his steps to his seat.
As he stowed his bag under his chair, Izuku heard a scoff from the person seated in front of him. “Nerd, don’t you usually walk to school with Cheeks and Glasses? What the hell?”
“I accidentally slept in,” Izuku admitted to Katsuki, further set on edge by the alpha-lilt to the other teen’s tone. He rubbed at the back of his neck, a nervous gesture meant to calm his inner frazzled omega, which he had yet to grow out of, “and I didn’t want them to be late to class, so I told them to go ahead without me.”
“Dumb-ass,” muttered Bakugou, “make sure you get enough sleep next time.”
Green eyes widened, a timorous laugh worked its way out of his throat, concerned that the blond actually knew he had been up late the night before—and more concerned that the alpha knew what he had been up to so late last night. But before his brain could even begin to process some kind of response to dissuade the alpha from further questions, a voice from behind Izuku saved him that embarrassment.
"Ignore the grump, Midoriya," a deep voice smoothed over the omega’s nerves from behind him.
Shinso Hitoshi, the newest edition to the Class A hero course this year, as the previous year saw the expulsion of a different purple-haired teen for misconduct and inappropriate behavior unfit for a future hero. (Izuku did his best not to think of the incident , in particular, that led to the other teen’s expulsion.) Though this purple-haired alpha was new to Class A, he had been a part of Class B the previous year after earning his spot in the hero course under the tutelage of their own home-room teacher during their first year at UA.
The blond alpha jerked around, red eyes snapped to meet the other alpha’s in an obvious challenge, "Hah?! What'd you say, Eyebags?!"
Between the two, now instinctually territorial alphas, Izuku put his hands up and began to release a calm scent. The omega was used to the role of peacekeeper in the class with so many alphas and betas present, with each aggravated by teenage hormones; but today especially, he wanted to avoid any fights among his class members. He did not want the mood of this day ruined.
"Bakugou, sit forward,” Aizawa said, his tone clear that he was not interested nor impressed with both of the young alphas’ displays of dominance.
The blonde alpha intensified his glare at Hitoshi briefly before he tisked and turned back around with a huff.
Izuku was also sure that Katsuki had his own glare for their alpha teacher—which was only confirmed when Aizawa’s unimpressed look intensified.
"He's just an angry Pomeranian," Hitoshi whispers more subtly to the omega.
Izuku hides his giggles behind his hand.
"Alright, let's get this over with. No hero training today. For the life of me I can’t understand why, but we have yet another Spring Festival upon us and we will decide what event as a class we will do.” The black-haired alpha gestured to the two class representatives to come up to the class podium as he stepped aside, his tone showed his continued disinterest, “And by we, I mean you."
And before either Tenya or Momo could take their places at the podium, Aizawa had already slipped himself back into his sleeping-bag cocoon with the drawstring pulled so tight that only his nose stuck out. There was an obvious mixed reaction to this new development, as some students expressed interest while other students let their displeasure known through exasperated groans (two of which, Izuku was amused to note, were from directly in front of and behind him).
“Attention everyone,” Tenya started, his alpha-deep timbre reverberated around the class as his hand came up in his signature chop-motion, “we will now discuss ideas for what event we will hold as a class for the Spring Festival!”
While Tenya had been voted as class representative every year almost unanimously, as an omega familiar with the alphan tendencies of his classmates, Izuku could not really blame the sudden rise in dominant alpha pheromones from around the classroom at the navy-haired alpha’s tone. The omega just sighed softly and pumped out more of his calm scent, until he noted that even the blond alpha seated in front of him looked less tense.
"Why today of all days?” Mina shouted as she jumped up and thrust her arm in the air, like an afterthought hand raise. There was a clearly annoyed pout on her face that puffed out her pink cheeks, so similar to that of one of Kouji’s well fed hamsters that Izuku had to stifle a giggle behind his hand. “It's Valentines!"
A chair scraped across the floor in front of Katsuki, before Izuku glanced Tooru’s uniform covered arms as they waved about enthusiastically, "We should compare how many chocolates we each got!"
A few affirmed mutters could be heard from various students regarding the sudden shift in topic.
"Oh! I like that idea!” Denki stated as he joined in with the girls excited arm flails, with one of his arms still firmly wrapped around Mashirao’s tail where the electric-blond had pulled it over his desk. “I bet I got the most!"
Of course, his boast was immediately refuted by several protests.
"Non, it was I who—"
"I'll take that bet!" Mina declared, her finger pointed at her beta neighbor in an obvious challenge, as she completely glazed over Yuuga’s undoubtedly sparkly protest.
It really did amuse Izuku to no end that Katsuki had surrounded himself with friends that were just as motivated to compete as he was.
"Everyone!” Tenya interrupted, hand chopped feverishly in the air before him, obviously annoyed at the turn of events and tried desperately to get his rambunctious classmates back into a sense of order. “We need to maintain order and begin deciding what event we as a class will be hosting!"
"We've got plenty of time for that, Class Rep!” Hanta added, their grin wide with teeth slightly bared in a mock challenge. “Valentines is today! Chocolate time!"
Even Eijirou joined it with an enthusiastic echo, "Chocolate time!"
The omega’s giggle this time was a little less muffled, too amused by the self-proclaimed ‘Bakusquad’ as they all hyped each other up. He even noted how the blond alpha seated in front of him huffed out his own amused laugh under his breath.
"Maybe,” Momo started, her voice had a resonance that soothed over the excited and, on Tenya’s part, agitated nerves; her own alphan lilt smoothed over any frayed tension left after Izuku had quieted his scent. “—everyone would focus better after, if we concede just this once?"
The entire class’ demeanor quickly changed as several showed their interest in the change of events and others all out used their best puppy-eyes. Even Izuku, humored to no end by his classmates antics, added in his own gaze into the pleads asTenya’s eyes swept across the room in the greenette’s direction—he knew full well the power of his omega whiles and had grown more confident in his use of them over the years. (Izuku blatantly ignored the anxiety that built in his stomach since the discussions to count chocolates first started. He also, certainly, did not think about what awaited each member of his class among their individual chocolate piles, afraid a distressed omegan scent would leak out into the room.)
Too quickly, after Tenya met the omega’s eyes, the alpha looked away, his shoulders slumped in obvious defeat. The lead alpha in the class sighed, he sounded put out but agreeable, "Just this once!"
Victorious cheers rang out through the class, students quickly shuffled to gather together all the little chocolates and gifts they had received. Though Izuku did not miss the narrowed glance Katsuki had shot over his shoulder as the blond caught the tail-end of his pleadful gaze. The omega blushed and only shrugged sheepishly at the alpha, which only seemed to amuse the blond before he turned back around—with what looked like no intent to count chocolates like the rest of the class had rushed to do.
The greenette ignored the slight twinge he felt in his chest over that and proceeded to pull out the small amount of chocolates he had received, immediately readjusted his focus of whether he would have to gently turn anyone down—rather than the clamor of his fellow classmates around him. The anxiety at the thought of what he had done last night and what the response would be had grown to the point that the omega could no longer ignore the feeling.
Traditionally, omegas and females betas were known to use Valentine’s Day as a way to express their feelings for those they liked by chocolates or other small gifts, and if the gifters feelings were reciprocated they would traditionally receive a gift on White’s Day as an answer—or turned down before then. In recent years, that tradition had fallen away to be more inclusive to alphas and male betas, and even those that did not want to seek romantic partners but wanted to show appreciation to friends. Even the act to make home-made chocolate for those gifts had fallen away to the more convenient store-bought ones. But if one wanted to really impress the one or ones they liked, to really show that their feelings were genuine—hand-made was the way to go.
But even a step beyond that existed, only meant for those that had thoughts of a more life-long commitment—a pack commitment. Such an offer was still heavily rooted in tradition, as it was still heavily believed it was up to an omega to choose their life-pack. Of course, there was not such a sigma to it nowadays if a younger pack declared themselves without an omega, it was also not unheard of for an already established pack to court an omega. But deep rooted traditions took generations to fade sometimes. That said, these ‘pack offer’ gifts had changed over the years to the modernized hand-made chocolates that were embodied to taste like the recipients’ favorite flavor or even more brazenly—what the giver thought the recipients’ and their own scent would taste like together.
—and that is what Izuku had spent weeks to perfect, handmade chocolates that tasted like a mix of his scent and each of his individual classmates’ scent. Each little gift was handcrafted to mix with his own mint and blueberry scent. Some of his classmates had been an easy mix, like Katsuki who smelled like campfire and caramel, or Ochako who smelled like vanilla and coconut; while others had taken a lot of trial and error, like Denki who smelled like something spicy that Izuku could never identify, or Fumikage that smelled like petrichor (not exactly a taste easily copied or produced).
Izuku tried to subtly cool his heated cheeks, his anxiety increased to the point he could just barely catch a whiff of omega distress. His stomach churned as his brain went into overdrive, fretful thoughts bounced around inside his skull as the greenette began to rethink the forwardness of his offers as suddenly untoward. But it was too late, the deed was done. There was no way OFA would give him enough speed to collect all of his offers from around the classroom. Even if he did manage to go that quickly, it would raise too many questions. One, why would he steal everyone’s chocolates? But more importantly, Izuku wanted this, he wanted this pack.
Nope , the omega thought to himself as he tried to calm his scent before he alerted any of his classmates to his distress, it’s in their hands now, whether they accept or not.
The greenette really hoped it was not the latter, his just calmed nerves spiked with renewed apprehension.
At the very least, Izuku did not have to worry about how he would have to phrase words for a rejection to anyone, as the entirety of his pile of chocolates and gifts were more of the friendly nature. The omega smiled and took his time to read each note with each gift as he absently listened to the chatter of his classmates.
"I had these on my desk this morning!" Denki shouted excitedly.
The first note he read revealed the small gift was from All Might, inside was a chocolate likeness of the former hero, which made Izuku’s smile grow.
"These were in my shoe locker!" Mina taunted, the sound of foil-wrap crinkled through the din of the classroom.
The next was from Kendo-san in Class B, the gift inside was a small key-chained chibi version of Vlad King of which the head was very over-dramatized, but the omega found it funny. Her note included an ongoing apology for Monoma-kun’s continued brazen behavior towards Class A and, in particular, towards the omega since Izuku presented near the end of their first year, considerably later than most omegas. While Izuku was not the only omega in the heroes courses, he was the only one in their year and it seemed to singularly annoy the blond alpha from Class B.
"Someone snuck this one into my school bag!" Ochako squealed.
A rumble broke through the greenette’s thoughts, “What are you giggling at, nerd?”
Izuku blinked up at the red-gaze that looked between his own eyes and the note and key-chain in his hands, the omega even felt the breath of someone as they leaned over his shoulder, his shoulders tensed and relaxed in the same second when stray purple stands came into view. With a chuckle, Izuku held up the gift in his palm and gestured to the note, “Just Kendo-san apologizing for Monoma-kun again.”
Katsuki tisked before he leaned away and turned back around, apparently to continue his silent protest on his participation in the festivities.
“I really don’t miss having to deal with that copy-cat-creep,” Hitoshi snorted before he also leaned out of the omega’s space.
The omega giggled before he picked up his next gift, which ironically looked to be from Recovery Girl—ironically, because he had not seen her for any injuries since the very start of their third year. Which she joked about in her note light-heartedly that was attached to a small spattering of chocolate ‘Kisses’ tied together in a clear, cellophane bag.
"This one was in my desk this morning," Mezou stated mildly, though his tone was slightly embarrassed.
"Ooo!” Tooru cooed as she leaned across the aisle, practically out of her seat as she spied over at her alphan neighbor’s gifts. “You got a pretty green one like me!"
All at once, Izuku could no longer focus on the little notes in front of him. His ears buzzed from what felt like a change in air-pressure in the classroom—but that could just be from the millions of butterfly wings as they fluttered against the inside of his stomach.
"You got a green one too-kero?" Tsuyu asked from across the class.
"I did too!"
"Same here!"
Izuku could only feel as his anxiety increased with each affirmation from each of his classmates. Soon enough, the omega would know if his offers were accepted or denied. He honestly had not thought or prepared himself for the fact that all this would happen so soon in the day, nor did he even consider that it would occur here— in class .
"Did we all receive a green one?" Izuku faintly heard Fumikage question, the omega turned and watched as Dark Shadow happily darted around with the small green present.
The omega heard a thoughtful hn come from the two-toned haired alpha next to him, which caused the greenette to look up at him quizzically and Izuku quickly noted that heterochromic eyes were fixated on the omega’s desk. The seat change between Kyouka, Hanta and Shoto was the only change that had occurred since their first year, a change that had taken place the year before after the incident . Kyouka now seated next to Momo while Hanta took her place next to Katsuki, which allowed Shoto to become the omega’s seat neighbor. "Midoriya didn't get a green one."
Oh, no , Izuku thought in silent horror as all attention was brought to him and his lack of a green wrapped gift!
“Wait, what?!” Ochako shouted from across the room, her affronted alpha scent burned at the omegas nose, which was quick to be joined by multiple other clearly upset scents from his various classmates.
Tooru whined from her seat at the front of Izuku’s row. "No fair!"
"Mido you can have mine," Hanta said as he leaned back towards the omega, a delicately green-foil wrapped gift in hand.
"Oh, oh!” Denki scrambled up from his seat, with his own green wrapped gift, as the beta rushed over to Izuku’s seat. “Me too! I'll give you mine too!"
"Same here, bro! You can have mine!" Eijirou added and once again the Bakusquad came in to support each other.
Even Shoto held out his own green-foiled gift from beside Izuku, the same from Hitoshi who had it dangled over the omega’s shoulder.
Izuku tried to reel in his hurt scent. While he knew rationally his classmates were just upset that he had not also received a green wrapped gift and they just did not want him to feel left out, his inner omega could not help but keen at the fact that his offers were being given back to him. He had to resolve this—he just did not feel like he had the fortitude to tell his chosen pack ( To their faces! Hee! ) what those gifts really were.
So, the easy way out it is!
"Oh, n-no!” Izuku started off, a stuttered mess as he attempted to quell his inner omega’s devastation without anything revealed on his face. “That's okay! I don't want to take your chocolate!"
"But it really sucks that you didn't get one!" Denki said with a pout and looked as if he would try to leave his on the omega’s desk and bolt, with the way he continued his step-by-step trek towards Izuku.
The omega waved his arms out, as he fended off the offered gifts from inadvertently being given back to him. "R-really! It's okay!—” Izuku said and tried his best to reassure the rapidly increased number of classmates at his desk as they offered him their green gifts. “Besides, I don't want to win by default if everyone gives me one of their chocolates!"
"Dude, that's so manly!” Eijirou exclaimed, the red-head alpha had also made his way next to Denki; apparently with the same intent to leave the gift on the greenette’s desk. “Wanting to win with your own merits!"
Slowly, as the omega continued to reassure each classmate that had come to offer him their gift, each one begrudgingly acquiesced his request for them to keep their gift. Finally, after he encouraged the heterochromic alpha beside him for a second time, his inner omega’s indignant cries eased with a pathetic loll. And he luckily did not have to reveal he was the one that gave each of them the gifts.
"Well,” Tenya stated as he attempted to gather the class’ attention once more, “since that is settled! Lets count and get back to the original task set before us!"
"What if we are to receive more chocolate later?" Yuuga pointed out and struck a pose, hands clasped over his heart, as if it was the most tragic words he ever had to say.
"Oh, that actually makes sense—” Kyouka chimed in from her seat next to Momo’s currently empty one, “maybe we should wait?"
"Or we could make a tally and add to it as the day goes by?" Momo offered calmly.
"Second that!" Mina stated in agreement, her air thrust back into the air despite already spoken out.
"We should do it on the board!" Denki shouted enthusiastically as he pointed out the perfect spot, in his opinion.
"You will not,” an even, but firm voice emerged from the previously thought to be asleep yellow-cocoon.
"We should do it on a piece of paper!" the blond enthused in the same tone as his previous statement, with only the slightest bit of sweat that now dotted his brow.
Despite how raw his nerves still felt after his pack offers almost given back to him, Izuku could not help but giggle at Denki’s antics. The beta was a far-cry from Tenya, Momo, or Katsuki when it can to smarts, but his tenacity and positivity were the most impressive of their entire class.
A quick tally was made of each person’s chocolate and gift count, with no surprise of Shoto in the lead by five ahead of a surprisingly second place Katsuki (who had his chocolates forcibly counted for him by Hanta as Eijirou held the explosive blond back from “blowing up you fucking extras for touching my shit!”).
They quickly moved on with their discussion of their class event, which lasted all the way through their home period, it even bled over into their class with Present Mic. No one even noticed when Eraser Head had disappeared to teach his next class. Some had expressed interest in another band-style concert like their first year, but others stated that the previous year’s relay race had been an even bigger success. Others wanted to do something completely new, like a haunted house or cafe. Which only led Denki into a rant about how it had been tragic he never got to go any of the maid-cafes last year because of the relay and how busy it had kept everyone, and how he had cried himself to sleep at how unfair it all had been—and how cute would Izuku look in a maid’s outfit?
That comment had earned the electric-blond quite a few slaps in the head when the omega in question slammed down face-first into his desk with an ‘Eep!’ , arms wrapped tightly around his head in an attempt to hide his reddened face.
There was no consensus of what exactly they should do for their event.
Throughout the day, more tallies were added to the Who has the most Admirers Valentine’s Gift Tally as more gifts for each Class A member received another gift. Two of which, much to Izuku’s embarrassment, he would actually have to craft rejections for, despite his initial luck that morning. To further the omega’s embarrassment, both were given to him while at lunch while many of his classmates stared as two alphas individually approached him. Unfortunately, he had been a stuttered mess and could only squeak out something that resembled a ‘thank you’, because as the day grew closer and closer to an end, his nerves were frayed and worn. Each passed hour brought him nearer to the day being over—and no one had said anything to the omega about his pack offers!
Izuku had glanced a couple of his classmates as they read a few notes included with some of their gifts, even a couple of the Bakusquad compared the passion of a few of the notes they received. But still, no one had approached him.
He tried to brush it off as maybe no one had gotten the chance to read the note he had hand written with their chocolates—or maybe they all wanted to wait until they were back at the dorms so that it was less of a public affair.
That way Izuku was not publically humiliated when they rejected him.
He really did try to ignore that thought, but he could not help as it continued to sit undisturbed in his mind despite his continued efforts to brush it aside.
By the time Class A was headed back to the dorms, the omega was on the verge of tears and as subtly as he could manage, sniffed at each of his classmates when they were close enough as he tried to discern their emotions—in order to try and prepare himself. But no one smelled any different than normal, barred the stronger notes of the chocolate that everyone toted back to the dorms due to their amassed gifts. Even when they arrived back to the dorms, everyone began to split up and go about their everyday afternoon routines before they would gather for dinner.
Like nothing was different.
So Izuku decided to spend the time until dinner to try and relax himself, soothe his raw nerves by doing a quick work-out in the dorm gym (he was joined by a few of the alphas in his class, and their presence did nothing to calm him like it usually would). The greenette followed that up with a longer than normal session in his private bathroom, in which he showered then relaxed in the bath with essential oils and skin exfoliates given to him by girls at Christmas. He was glad that he had overheard the Kyouka and Momo as they spoke about their own plans to use the girls' bathhouse later, because the hot water and eucalyptus-mint scent did leaps and bounds to relax him where his work-out had failed. The omega had even shown up early for dinner and was pleased to find Momo had made one of her expensive teas, and there was just enough for Izuku to have a cup. The female alpha had served it to him gladly and steered him away from the kitchen where he could hear Katsuki cuss and rage at Shoto and Eijirou, both of which were in charge of dinner that night but “can’t cook for shit, you useless fuckers!”
(Izuku tried to push away the thought of how soft Momo’s sweater looked and how perfect it would fit in his nest come his next heat—he also certainly did not think about the black tank-top he had stolen from the locker room after he had finished his workout and how it smelled like caramelized marshmallows over an open fire. Nope. Definitely do not think about it .)
The brunette smiled happily at Izuku as he hummed pleasantly at the favor of the tea, her fingers twirled and petted at his still wet curls from where they stuck out around the cloth hair-band he had put on after he brushed his hair. A soft purr started somewhere between when Mezou had joined Momo in the gentle pets to the omega’s green curls and when Tooru had come up from behind to cuddle Izuku briefly before she pulled Mashirao into their chore to set the table for dinner—but not before the alpha let Izuku hug his tail and rub his cheek against the soft, soft fluff at the end.
As more of Class A slowly trickled in for dinner, each approached Izuku in the same strange little ritual they all had developed over their years they shared the same living space, many of which never lived with an omega before and drawn to the greenette’s cuddly nature, each of his classmates touched him in someway before they took their seats at the table. He welcomed each touch with a smile and his purr unwittingly increased in volume.
The girls would usually hug him or pet at his hair, Ochako even whispered something funny into his ear as she slipped her arms around his neck from behind, which caused him to snicker in amusement. Sometimes the boys would do the same, but more often than not they would clasp a hand on his shoulder or pat him on the back or even ruffle his curls a little bit harder than necessary. Hanta, who was gender-fluid, more often than not hugged the omega and rubbed their cheek against the green curls. Though Denki always stuck to doing something different each time, this time he slapped the omega on the back, probably harder than he intended because Izuku’s purr stuttered to a stop followed by a small hiss, back arched away from the stinging sensation.
The electric blond’s beta scent soured with guilt immediately but he was pushed away before he could dive in for an apologetic hug.
“Seriously, blondy,” Hitoshi’s alpha lilt sharper than usual as he leaned his chest against Izuku’s back, one arm looped around his chest and the top of the alpha’s chin rested in the omega’s hair. “You don’t need to be that rough to show affection.”
A high pitched whine escaped Denki’s throat at the scold.
Izuku looked over at the blond beta and smiled softly, “Don’t worry, Kaminari, I know you didn’t mean to hit me that hard.”
The omega quickly found the purple-haired alpha already wrapped around him suddenly fending off a whiney, apologetic blond for cuddle space—though the omega did not get to enjoy being squished between the two for long.
“Oi!” a shout came from the direction of the kitchen, Katsuki’s usual annoyed tone edged with something else that Izuku could not place, but caused the two young men wrapped around him to pull away, “Go sit the fuck down for dinner and stop hanging off the nerd, you pervs!”
The omega could practically hear Hitoshi roll his eyes as he scoffed and made his way to an open seat next to Fumikage, and Denki quickly scrambled for the spot between Kyouka and Hanta.
Honestly, Izuku had not even picked up on how much more affectionate his classmates were being with him today until Katsuki served him the first serving of dinner— katsudon!— then petted through his curls and clasped a hand around the back of the omega’s neck with a gentle squeeze . Izuku’s purr came back full force and remained even after the alpha left him to help serve out the rest of dinner, alongside Eijirou and Shoto. Belatedly, the omega could not help but think it was very brazen of his childhood friend to rub his wrist scent gland against Izuku’s neck gland too—but then he realized that every single one of his classmates had scented him in some way before dinner.
A blush crept up on Izuku’s freckled cheeks at the thought, his purr softened but stayed and his scent leaked out pleased omega .
Maybe there was hope after all.
The chatter over dinner was light but boisterous. Izuku stayed mostly observant through the meal, he smiled almost continuously but gave short answers to any attempt to draw him into conversation, he preferred to watch this time. As dinner drew to a close, Rikidou brought out a tray of fruit parfetts, which the omega was more than elated when he found his had the most strawberries and even a drizzle of chocolate sauce. The omega giggled at Katsuki and Tenya’s frown but both alphas lamented when they noticed how excited Izuku was, only slightly forgiving of the tall beta’s indulgence to the greenette’s sweet tooth.
Izuku was the most relaxed he had felt in the weeks that led up to Valentine’s Day.
Once desert was finished, the omega stood to help clear the table but was quickly shooed away by Shoto and Momo, despite his protests that it was his turn. Tsu and Mina slid up on either side of the omega and urged him to join them for a cuddle on the living room couches, both petted his curls and reassured Izuku that it was fine with so many already to help clean up after dinner.
Hitoshi and Fumikage stopped them and gave the omega a nuzzle before they disappeared up stairs for the night, probably each had reached their max of all the extraverts in the class long ago, though Dark Shadow was rather reluctant to let the omega go.
After the interruption, they were seated with each girl on either side of Izuku and Eijirou seated on the floor in front of the greenette’s crossed legs, his long red-locks were pulled into the omega’s lap so that he and Mina had full rein to braid and twist the strands how they liked. Ochako soon joined, as she probably made quicker work of all the dishes being moved to the sink than their other classmates. She laid across one of the automans to face the four and chatted about various things with Tsu: a chipmunk she saw on the way back to the dorm, a new shade of lip-stick she wanted to buy, how excited she was for a new romance anime, the cute patterns on one of the Valentine’s notes she received, how she also agreed with Denki on how cute Izuku would be dressed as a maid—
The omega blushed but ignored that particular tangent and double backed on the burnette alpha, nerves in overdrive once more as a full feeling blossomed in his throat, which made it harder to work his voice around the tightness, “Y-you read all the notes f-from your gifts?”
"I did," Ochako agreed and grinned. “There was this one that had little bunnies on it! It was so cute! I’ll have to try and go find that stationary set next time we have a shopping day.”
The greenette had an even harder time to swallow around the tightness of his throat, not that he had any saliva in his mouth to swallow anymore. This was it. It had to be. Maybe this whole time everyone had waited on Izuku to say something, for him to bring it all up so that they could give their answers. This whole time the omega thought he had left it in his future pack’s hands, but maybe they wanted him to have complete control of the conversation. Maybe—maybe they were just as nervous as he was about it all. "Y-you did? Even the green one?"
Ochako tilted her head and blinked rapidly, that cute little scrunch her nose did when she was confused appeared, "Huh? The green one didn't have a note. It only had a tag with my name on it."
"W-what?” Izuku stuttered, his voice squeaked higher than he remembered ever doing, even when he went through puberty.
"Mine only had my name too, kero,” Tsu ribbited from her place, snuggled against the omega’s side, her forehead pressed into the side of Izuku’s neck.
Eijirou laughed as he flexed one of his arms up, "I think it's kinda manly that we all have a secret admirer!"
Mina yanked on the red braid that she had been twisted between her fingers, which caused the red-headed alpha to yelp.
"Don't say that!” Ochako scolded her fellow alpha, her hand slapped down on Eijirou’s stretched out leg in her own retribution, “Dekun didn't get a green one!"
"Oh! Sorry, Midobro!” the red-head exclaimed and sounded genuinely guilty, “I didn't mean it like that!"
The omega was too in his head to respond, as he muttered lowly to himself, "No note? Why would there be no note? Did they fall off? All of them? That doesn’t make sense. I was sure I tied the ribbons really tight—Ah!" Izuku slams his fist down into his palm before he pushes himself up and volleyed over the back of the couch, green lightning of OFA lit around him as he bound away and towards the stairs that led up to their individual rooms.
"What the hell is up with the nerd?" Katsuki gruffed as he and few others exited the kitchen in time to see the omega disappear up the stairs with a whirl of green streak trails left behind.
"Ah man!” Eijirou fussed and slammed his head back against the space the omega had just left, his fingers gripped frustratedly at the mass of his red braids and twists. “Now I feel bad! I think I hurt his feelings!"
The blond alpha glared down at his friend, red-eyes bored into the other alpha like he might actually hurt Eijirou this time. They had all made this simple (but elaborate to pull off because the omega did not spend much time away from any of them for any length of time) plan to make this Valentine’s the best for Izuku—and now this fucker could have messed it all up. "What the fuck did you say, Shitty-hair?!"
"All I said was—" but the red-head was cut off when Mina slammed a pillow over his face.
"He was bragging,” the pink-haired alpha slammed the pillow down on Eijirou’s face again, “about all of us having a secret admirer when Izu-chan didn't get a gift from the person who gave us the green wrapped ones!"
Katsuki caught the pillow before Mina could slam it down into their fellow alpha’s face again, instead he took the pillow and smothered the red-head himself, “Fucking dumb-ass."
Eijirou just whined and accepted his fate, but he shouted out his last words from beneath the pillow, "I'm sorry! I'll apologize again!"
"Seriously. What the hell is wrong with you, Shitty-hair?" The blond alpha gave one final push to the pillow before he let it go but made no move to pull it away from the other alphas face. He huffed and cocked a hip against the back of the couch, his well defined arms crossed in front of his chest, “This was supposed to be a nice day for the nerd.”
“Yeah,” Eijirou sighed from underneath the pillow.
Ochako pokes the pillow and lets it float off of the red-head’s face, “You know how stressed he’s been these last few weeks with his heat coming up.” The pink-cheeked alpha released her quirk and let the pillow fall, it hit Eijirou in the face once more before it bounced off into his lap.
As they had learned each others’ idiosyncrasies while they cohabitated the same space for years now, Class A had become familiar with everyone’s habits when it came to their secondary-genders—but they paid special attention to the habits of one green-haired omega in particular. The one that stuck out the most to them: Izuku always became more stressed and frazzled the last weeks that led up to his heats, which only happened once every three to four months.
As other classmates gathered around the now solemn and omega-less living room, they all briefly wonder what they should do now. The plan was to watch an All Might movie marathon, as they did not have class the next day, each of them supposed to rotate who Izuku was to sit next to and cuddle.
“Should one of us go check on him?” Shoto asked, already turned towards the stairs.
Katsuki growled and stepped forward, as if to intercept the heterochromic alpha even though Shoto had not actually moved. “If anyone is gonna check on him, it’ll be me dragging this sackless alpha ,” the blond gestured at Eijirou, “with me to make him apologize.”
The red-headed alpha whined, “You don’t need to make me apologize! I will!”
But before any of them could further discuss the matter of who would check up on the omega, the room lit up with a green light and they all turned to find Izuku suddenly in front of them.
“I forgot!” he shouted. His cheeks were reddened and he panted slightly, his clasped hands thrust out before him with what looked like small bits of paper between them.
“You forgot what, Midoriya?” Momo asked gently.
The omega sighed and thrust his hands further out, “I forgot!”
“That doesn’t clear anything up, fucking Deku,” Katsuki growled, annoyed that the omega was worked up after all the hard work they had done to try and relax him.
“Kacchan!” Izuku whined, frustrated he was not being understood but his nerves refused to allow him to elaborate, “I forgot !”
This time cardamine-tinted eyes took the omega in, his face tight but—hopeful? The omega’s green eyes practically glowed in his excitement, his embarrassment. His scent is light and sweet, like fresh blueberry and mint jam. Finally, the alpha took in the pieces of paper in Izuku’s clasped hands. Katsuki could not see what was written on the small pieces of paper, but they looked like small green-tinted stationary pages, with small holes punched into the corners and green ribbon looped through them— very familiar green ribbon. He heard a gasp from off to the side, kinda sounded like Cheeks—and looked like he was not the only one that figured it out from the omega’s poor explanation.
“Is that—” the female alpha stops, likely from the lack of words. “Are those —”
Izuku nods, shoulders sagged in relief as someone seemed to understand him.
“That’s why you didn’t want the green gifts given to you,” Katsuki whispered, his eyes never strayed from the green-haired omega since he had run back into the room, but now afraid if he looks away—it will all just be a dream. Another figment of his own mind and not actually Izuku doing what the alpha had only dreamed of him doing before. “Because you gave them to us.”
The omega sighed and nodded.
Everyone’s attention was now on Izuku, as they all began to understand.
“Are you—” Tenya stopped and cleared his throat, took the time to also straighten his glasses before he attempted to speak again, “Can we read the notes? So we know—so that nothing is being misinterpreted here?”
Izuku nodded and stepped forward before he stopped and looked around. As if something occurred to him, the omega pulled the notes closer to his chest and said softly, “Shinso and Tokoyami went upstairs earlier—I don’t want to leave them out.”
When no one made a move to in an attempt to retrieve their two classmates, one explosive blond could not help but shout, annoyed at the do-nothing slack-faces around him, "Someone fucking go get shitty Bird-brain and Zombie!"
As if released from a spell, Denki and Tooru raced off towards the stairs, followed by Mashirao and Eijirou who had clambered over the couch eagerly. All wholly determined to get to their absent classmates—so much so that they all seemed to hit the stair-well entrance at the same time and caused them all to trip and fall over each other.
“Fucking idiots,” Katsuki whispered harshly, his red-eyes glared at the four dumbasses while they scrambled to stand back up. The alpha tried to rein in the rage he felt as it bubbled up inside him and it made his palms grow hot, little sparks fired off where the heat began to increase and ignite his already sweaty hands. Then he heard Izuku giggle—and all the anger drained out of him.
"I just texted them!" Mina shouted from where she leaned over the back of the couch, thumbs a blur as she tapped away on the screen of her phone. In the middle of her taps, two notifications came through, "Both of them are on their way!"
“Thank fuck one of you fuckers has a brain,” the alpha gruffed and purposefully did not only direct that comment at his ‘squad’, but he also did not especially exclude them as he stared the blonde beta and red-headed alpha down from where they still laid tangled around their other two classmates. Before any of the four could fully situate themselves in anything that resembled a standing position, Hitoshi and Fumikage both stepped out of the elevator and took in their four fallen classmates with blank expressions.
The purple haired teen turned back towards the main group and raised an eyebrow at Mina, “I thought you said no one was dying.”
The pink-tinged alpha laughed, “Nah! That’s just a series of unfortunates too excited about our omega proposing to us to actually use their brains.”
Once again, all eyes were on Izuku, but this time he felt less nervous—through all the excitement, he had observed only happy, eager, and slight disbelief but hopeful expressions around him after Katsuki had made it clear that the green gifts had been his. The omega took everyone in again, he looked at their faces and gently took in their scents; noted that their other four classmates had joined them again, all of which their clothes and hair were in a disarray—but all attention was on him. This was it, this was really it.
“Whenever you are ready, Midoriya,” he heard Momo say gently from behind him, and it was all the prompt that the omega needed.
Calmly and carefully, he handed out each of the handwritten notes to their intended recipient. His handwriting was never elegant, but the many breaks his fingers had endured after he first received OFA made sure that it would never be, but each character was neat and written with purpose. It was unlike his hero journals and class notes. Izuku had made an effort to make sure that nothing could be misunderstood just because he could have sloppy handwriting.
The last one to hand out was coincidentally Katsuki’s. The note to the explosive alpha had been the first one that Izuku had written. Their history was the longest and the most complicated, so the omega knew that Katsuki’s— Kacchan’s —note was the one that was the hardest and longest to write, so he had made sure that it was the first one. He knew, once he finished, all the others would come out much easier.
The greenette smiled sheepishly as he held out the small note to his childhood friend, his green eyes looked up to meet the cardamine gaze hesitantly. Warm fingers quickly came and wrapped around the note, Katsuki’s thumb brushed against the omega’s before Izuku could pull back.
“Are you sure, Deku?” the blonde whispered.
Surprised, Izuku blinked a few times before he felt his shoulders relax and his smile brighten, “Yes, Kacchan. I never would have started a pack without you.”
The alpha nodded and glanced away a blush burned brightly over his pale cheeks, the note taken from the omega and slipped into the pocket of Katsuki’s cargo pants, which caused the greenette to snicker. Kacchan was still Kacchan after all. There would be no situation where he would let himself be vulnerable in front of so many people, no matter how close they all were.
Soon, after very enthusiastic yes’s (some more subdued but no less certain) and multiple tears from the more emotional classmates-now-packmates, everyone was settled around the living area in front of the TV. While Izuku’s favorite All Might movie classics were played on the screen, the omega was not blind to how subtly his new packmates were being as they passed him from lap to lap, cuddle to cuddle, and thoroughly scented him till the omega’s own scent was muted under the onslaught of his new packmates’ scents—their acceptance made more obvious by their possessiveness.
Izuku loved it and could not help but be hopeful, that he would not have to steal the clothes of his classmates for his next heat—or any heat after that.
~~~
Izuku could almost not believe his eyes—he honestly did not know his desk was still standing.
“I hope you like them ‘Zuku!” Mina said excitedly, her arms wrapped around the omega’s shoulders.
“Yeah, Dekun!” Ochako said, just as enthused as the other female alpha from where she was crouched next to the green-haired omega’s desk. “We spent a lot of time learning how to make chocolates from Rikidou, just so that these were perfect!”
“And, and!” the electric blonde beta chimed in from where he suddenly popped up and leaned over Katsuki to reach Izuku, “Eiji and I did our best to find you the softest plushies ever!”
With a rattled growl, the blond alpha pushed Denki off of him and jumped out of his seat, “Fuckin’ stay out of my space!” Katsuki only growled again when Denki’s pout was suddenly joined by Eijirou’s, but rather than the blond alpha’s normal move to charge at the two, he chuffed and walked to the back of the classroom.
The omega on the other hand, was still wide-eyed, and stared down at all the gifts on his desk. He absently knew to expect something given to him on White’s Day, as every single one of his packmates had made sure to tell him such. But still—he had not expected this .
Chocolates, sweets, plushies, hero figures he did not have in his collection, soft blankets and hoodies piled high, and a lone bento box he knew was from Katsuki—his packmates were fully intended to spoil him, that was for sure.
Towards the furthest corner from their omega and the distraction group, Katsuki had made his way towards the small cluster of already gathered alphas, as they stood around Ochako’s abandoned desk. The blond alpha stood shoulder to shoulder with his fellow purple-haired alpha, to block the sight of the pile of gifts from their green-haired omega sight. He tossed two gifts onto the pile, “I found these in his desk earlier.”
“Hmm,” Tenya hummed, finger pressed to his chin, “We’ve intercepted those trying to put some in his bag and cleared the ones off his desk before he got into class.”
“I also took the ones out of his shoe locker this morning,” Momo added.
“I’ve already interrupted five different people trying to give him gifts directly,” Shinso said blandly, which drew concerned looks from Tenya and Momo both. “Don’t worry, all I did was tell them to stop and go back to their classrooms.”
Katsuki smirked as he had remembered when he caught one such incidence, even more pleased about it when he was able to distract the omega from being a witness to what the purple haired alpha had done by thoroughly scenting Izuku’s hair and neck, which left the greenette a little blissed out. And if had made a few of the other packmates jealous and they also joined in and scented their omega, all the better with the purring mess the omega was left in at the end. “That scenting display also scared away some of the less determined fuckers, too.”
“Then I believe,” Shoto interrupted as heterochromic eyes stared down at the pile of offense to their claim, “it is time to decide what to do with these before Izu sees.”
Red-eyes glowed with alpha intent, a cruel smirk spread over Katsuki’s lips, “I say we burn them.”
“I second that,” the two-toned haired alpha readily agreed, his left side slowly steamed from the heat.
“In the school incinerator,” Momo added, her own glare softly scolded the two quick to anger alphas.
Katsuki glared back at her, “That’s not as satisfying as blowing the fuckers up.”
The brunette female alpha rolled her eyes but shrugged as she gestured to the pile, “But you would still get to watch them burn if you took them there.”
The ash blond narrowed his eyes, lips pulled back in a challenge despite his huffed, “Fine.”
“Are these all addressed to me?” a calm— familiar —voice interrupted the group of gathered alphas.
All eyes snapped to the only gap left in the circle, now occupied by the green-haired omega they had meticulously tried to hide the pile from.
With a growl, Katsuki turned around and yelled at the idiots across the room, “You fuckers were supposed to distract him until we got rid of all these shitty extras’ gifts!”
The whole group looked like they had not even moved from the last time Katsuki had looked at them, but every single one of them pouted at the blond.
“But Bakubro!” Eijirou whined from where he was flopped over Denki, “he’s so fast! We didn’t even see him move!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes before he looked back at Izuku, where he was gently prod at the gifts now spread out on Cheeks’ desk. “What are you going to do with them, Deku? Huh? Reply to them?”
“Of course,” the omega said plainly, each of the circled alphas stiffened at the words. But Izuku only shook his head at them, “Not like that. But they deserve to be turned down properly.”
“Ha?! Why?” Katsuki said defensively.
Mezou also chimed in, though more gently than the blond alpha, “You don’t need to respond to them Izuku, they should take your silence as answer enough.”
“Maybe,” the greenette agreed and picked up one gift in particular that contained an Eraser Head key-chain within the clear wrapping, “But I want to make sure they don’t think the opposite and think that I’m being trapped by you.” Izuku looked up and took his time to meet every single one of his packmate’s gazes, “Because I chose you.”
The omega could not help but smile at the satisfied scents that now permeated Class 3-A.
“That being said,” the greenette continued, but could not bring himself to glare at his packmates, “it doesn’t change how disappointed I am in all of you for trying to hide these from me.” A few truly whines reverberated around the classroom, alongside Katsuki’s scoff, which only made the omega roll his eyes softly and giggle.
“D-does that mean, no pack cuddles tonight?” Kouji questioned softly, his voice dipped lower with each syllable until he ended in a whisper.
“Wait! No!” Denki shouted and looked at the omega devastated, “Don’t do that to us, Izu-chan!”
Izuku shook his head and released a clam scent, “I would never withhold cuddles to try to make you feel guilty, especially not today. That’s mean—and everyone doesn’t have to act so possessive, you already have me.” The omega said the last part distractedly as he began to carefully separate the pile of gifts from the notes attached to them, all except the keychain seemed to be chocolates and various snacks, none of which looked even a quarter as enticing as the gifts displayed on his desk, “I think we should give these sweets to the teachers to share, and I’ll take the notes so I know who to turn down later.” Izuku set aside the pile of notes before he opened the gift that contained the small Eraser Head figure and set aside the chocolates that were included, “and I think I’ll give this to Eri-chan, I think she’d really like it.”
No one argued, suddenly placated in the way their omega handled each gift and note with disinterest, or interest with the intent to give to another—maybe the extent of their actions to hide the interest of others towards their omega had been unwarranted, and they would be able to relax defensiveness—but only a little.
“Why are you all standing around?” a monotone voice sounded from the front door of the classroom, which made each teen freeze and stare wide-eyed at the underground hero and their homeroom teacher, Eraser Head himself, “Class is starting!”
Multiple “Yes, sensei!” and “Sorry sensei!” could be heard around the room as everyone scrambled back to their seats, except Katsuki who just strolled back to his and glared at the older alpha all the way.
Aizawa, not amused nor threatened by the young blond alpha, just stared blandly back until Katsuki was seated—which was exactly the time that he took notice of the state of Izuku’s desk.
“Problem child,” the older alpha said.
Innocently green eyes peered at Aizawa as the omega peeked out from around the pile of gifts on his desk, which sat even taller than the greenette’s hair. “Yes, Aizawa-sensei?”
The older alpha sighed and tried not to let his annoyance seep through his voice, “Get one of your pack alphas to help you clear off your desk.”
The young omega’s whole face lit up with his smile and he nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, sensei.” Without any prompting, every alpha seated around the omega helped him unpile the gifts and stored them temporarily under their own or Izuku’s chair.
Well , Aizawa thought to himself as he waited as patiently as he could for his students to finish, at least I won’t have to watch them dance around each other anymore. It was getting really pathetic.