Bakugo Katsuki had everything. A nice house, a cool job, and money to spare. He did not, however, have an omega. He didn't understand what all the fuss was about. All his alpha friends had found their mates back in high school or during university. God, it annoyed him to listen to them swoon over each other like primitive animals. Humans were advanced creatures, not prisoners to animalistic urges. It seemed so completely stupid to Katsuki.

He didn't mind being alone. If fact, he preferred it. The idea of constantly having to cater to a whiny little omega just seemed annoying to him. They were always whining and crying and needing attention. He'd rather just enjoy the peace and quiet of solitude.

As Katsuki walked out of the gym where he worked and through the parking lot to his car, he quietly watched a couple on the other side of the lot. The omega was one of his clients. He had always wanted to train professional fighters but since he had so little natural sex drive, he pretty quickly became known for teaching self defense to high-profile omegas. He was booked up with wealthy omegas who wanted to learn to fight off unwanted advances from alphas.

His client was clinging to her alpha's arm, nuzzling her head against him. Katsuki cringed. It was so annoying. "Honey… my shoes are starting to get worn out. The soles came out today." She complained.

"Do your feet hurt?" He asked, buying right into her game. "I'll get you a new pair on my way home from the office tomorrow." He promised.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and looked away. Why were omegas so pathetic? And why were alphas so gullible? 'If omegas want to be babied, why don't they just stay home with their parents?' He wondered.

He got in his Ferrari, smiling at the slick leather seats and glowing red control center. This car was the closest thing to an omega that he'd ever want. It was sexier, more useful, and less expensive than any omega. Driving it down the highway and listening to its engine hum made his fingertips tingle. He patted the dashboard affectionately. " 'At a girl, Nina." He praised.

He had a habit of naming his favorite possessions. Nina was his most beloved and behind her was Cammy the cashmere slippers, Haley the Roomba, and Shannon the massage chair. Living the way he did, he didn't understand how anyone would choose an omega over free time and money. He didn't consider himself lonely at all. After all, he was with the only person he really got along with, himself.

When he arrived back at his two-story condo, he noticed the two black garbage bags in front of his house. 'It's probably time to take those to the dumpster.' He thought to himself. 'Dinner first, chores later.' He decided, going inside.

He walked into his stainless-steel kitchen and collected the pans and ingredients he needed. Bachelors like him usually hired help to clean the house and cook meals but Katsuki refused such a thing. He didn't like anyone's scent but his own in his house. Sure, alphas weren't naturally apt for home keeping and food preparation like omegas were but that didn't mean he couldn't do it. It took a lot of trial and error but Katsuki learned how to become a successful and independent man.

He made himself a spicy chicken paella and ate one serving alone in his kitchen, lazily scrolling through his phone. A little thump against the leg of his chair caused him to look down at the Roomba. It hit the chair, turned around, and started navigating around him. "You're still up, Hales?" He asked the robot. She didn't respond. "Fine, be like that." He responded, finishing up his dinner and leaving his plate in the sink. He stretched and slipped on his shoes. "I forgive you." He told the Roomba. "Tonight is Deep Thunder night so you caught me in a good mood."

Deep Thunder was his favorite crime drama that aired a new episode every Thursday. Every week, he sat down in his beloved massage chair and sipped a whiskey while he, alone, watched the new episode. Before he could get to that ritual, he had to take out the trash.

When we walked outside, he noticed that the sun had set and it had gotten chilly. His skin prickled at the biting cold as he walked to the front of the house. Almost immediately upon seeing the bags, he noticed something was off. There were three but for some reason, he had thought there were only two. He shrugged it off, assuming that he had simply remembered wrong. When he tried to pick up the unfamiliar bag, he found it too heavy to lift. The contents of the bag shifted slightly, surprising him.

Cautiously, he kicked the mysterious bag. It shifted again before toppling over. A little whimper came from inside the bad. Katsuki's heart was racing. 'What the hell!?' he wondered. 'Did it make a noise?'

Curiously, he pulled open the bag's opening a peered in, finding a little bush of green fluff. He touched it. "Hair?" He said out loud. "Did someone leave an animal of some sort here? Why?"

Without hesitation, he pulled open the bag further an took a better look. Finally, he could smell the creature. It was most definitely an omega, a human omega and it reeked of anxiety pheromones. Katsuki's heart pounded in his ears. He couldn't believe it. 'Why is this here? Who did this?' He sniffed again. It was a young male and it was in pain. Immediately, Katsuki felt a pulling on his heart.

He more he took in that scent, the more he had an urge to pick it up and help it. 'I should call the police…' he thought. His brain told him over and over to call the police and find help but his heart protested. 'Help omega…' he thought, surprised by his own desire. He'd never thought like that before but now, every fiber of his body was telling him to help this thing.

His instincts took hold of him after hearing the omega whimper again. He couldn't fight it. He carefully removed the plastic bag. He looked over the omega. It was small and frail. 'Why is it so skinny?' he wondered, his protective instincts growing stronger as he realized how truly vulnerable this thing was. It was covered in bruises and sores. He had almost no control over his body as he gently scooped it up and carried it in.

'Why the hell am I bringing it into my house?' He wondered. He just couldn't stand being outside with it, it wasn't safe. Whoever was responsible for this could come back. No, it had to be in his house. He locked the door behind him and closed all of his blinds. His heart kept telling him over and over to make the omega safe.

He laid the limp boy down on his couch. The omega's eyebrows remained knitted in pain, resting atop a freckled face. His overgrown green hair was a knotted mess and his skin was colored with bruises and dirt. It wore a dress shirt and briefs. Its feet were dressed in dry blood. 'Was it running from something?' Katsuki wondered, looking over the boy with interest. 'Or someone? Who? And why did they leave him here? How am I involved in this? I've never seen this person in my life… They must have me mistaken for someone else.'

Katsuki then noticed a drop of blood sliding along his couch cushion, down from the omega's head. Any other day, the sofa would have been his top priority but his instincts forced him to focus on the omega alone. The blonde fetched a towel from his kitchen and pressed it to the back of the omega's head firmly. He held he pressure for about fifteen minutes before the bleeding stopped. Next, he pushed a pillow under the stranger's head and covered him with a blanket to stop the shivering.

Katsuki found that he couldn't look away. He didn't want to leave the omega, it was near impossible to get up from his side. Giving up to instinct, he sat beside the couch and intently watched the omega. He sniffed it for a while. I smelled like garbage and fear, he could hardly make out any other human scents. As he looked it over, he noticed that its ankle was completely swollen. "How'd you get that?" He asked, touching the pained limb. The omega emitted another whine and its pain pheromones grew stronger. Without Katsuki's permission, his body responded, releasing comfort pheromones. Alphas and omegas were naturally built to respond to one another. The omega quickly calmed down.

'What on earth is wrong with me?' Katsuki wondered. 'Am I loosing my mind? Where did my free will go? How come I can't control myself anymore? Where do these strong urges come from?' Of course, he knew the answer. They were natural instinct. As a trainer for omegas, he had learned a lot about alpha's natural reaction to omegas so that he could help the omegas prepare for them. He knew that an omega's pain pheromone had the second highest alpha response power, right behind heat pheromones. When an omega was in pain, no alpha could ignore it. It automatically triggered protective instincts in the other sex.

With the omega calmed down, Katsuki was finally able to divert his attention. He turned on the TV, putting on the new episode of Deep Thunder. He managed to watch it but without much concentration. He kept looking over at the omega. He would put his hand beside the omega's parted lips, feeling its breath to ensure that it was alive. Finally, after two hours, it parted its eyes.

Katsuki immediately took note of the dazzling green hue of his irises. The omega watched Katsuki for a few moments in confusion before realizing that it was in a strange place with a strange alpha. It became afraid, scrambling to get its feet under itself before yelping in pain due to the sprained ankle.

Katsuki responded immediately. "Don't move!" he ordered, filling the room with his comforting scent. Both men's hearts were racing in this standoff. The omega's emerald eyes were dilated in fear. They darted around the house, trying to figure out where he was. He picked up the pillow that had been under his head and held it in front of himself for protection. A new scent started coming off the boy, one of danger.

'He's preparing to fight.' Katsuki's heart told him. 'Back up… I should back up from him…' The blonde slowly regressed, stepping away until there was a good fifty feet between them. The omega began to calm down.

Katsuki spoke first. "Who are you?" He asked.

The omega didn't respond, only stared with his big doe eyes.

"You can hear, can't you?"

The omega made no indication one way or the other.

'Is it deaf?' Katsuki wondered. 'Or possibly mute?' He pointed to the omega's swollen ankle. "That." He said, speaking loudly. "Your ankle. It's sprained isn't it?"

The boy glanced at his ankle then gently touched it, acknowledging that it was hurt.

When Katsuki stepped forward to examine it, the omega became aggressive again, this time showing his teeth as a warning. That ticked Katsuki off. "Are you snarling at me!?" He growled. "Who do you think you are, Omega? You show up at my house, uninvited, and I had the decency to help you out now you try to pick a fight with me?"

He got closer, triggering the omega to attack. It was a pathetic attempt. He lunged at the alpha, clinging to him with sharp fingernails and biting into the shoulder desperately. In just seconds, Katsuki had the weaker male pinned to the ground, his overwhelming alpha pheromones dominating the room. The omega squealed and fought against the other man until the alpha had no choice but to nip the omega's throat. This gesture made the omega submit, his limbs going limp.

Katsuki sat back, panting. Even though the omega wasn't being held down, he didn't dare move. The alpha had claimed dominance as proved by the little red ring of teeth imprints on the side of his neck. This was the most venerable spot on his whole body, the spot that would someday bare the marking of his partner.

Katsuki retrieved his wrapping supplies and when he returned, the omega was in the same position as before. He hadn't even tried to unlock the front door. Katsuki wrapped his ankle then put a plate of cold paella beside him on the ground. Then he just stepped back and gave the omega space. After a few minutes, the omega sat up. He looked at his wrapped ankle then at the food. Katsuki watched curiously as the omega examined his plate. He met the alpha's eyes, starting to see that this alpha wasn't truly dangerous.

He cautiously pulled apart the chicken with his fingers and fed himself some. Finding that it was safe, he dug it, scarfing down the plate like a starved animal. His hands and face became dirty with the yellowish sauce. Suddenly, he stopped eating. Katsuki cocked his head. 'Did he already become full?' He wondered. His question was answered when the omega's hands suddenly gripped his stomach and hunched over, vomiting up everything he'd just eaten.

Katsuki rushed over. "For Christ's sake!" he scolded. He looked over his ruined rug. The omega was scared but sat still, submissively, his head down. "Get up!" Katsuki ordered. The trembling omega tried to get to its feat but the swollen ankle was still too weak. He crumbled back to the ground with a yelp. Katsuki sighed in annoyance as he picked up the dirty omega. He brought him into the bathroom and put him in the tub. "Wash." He ordered, leaving to work on salvaging his expensive rug.

"Useless piece of shit…" he grumbled to himself as he created a mountain of dirty paper towels. "Omegas only know how to cause problems, especially this one. I need to call the authorities or something. Why should I be the one to have to deal with this?"

Suddenly, a little voice disturbed Katsuki's thoughts. "Al…pha…" It whispered. He wasn't sure if it was real or imagined until it repeated. "Alpha…"

It's wasn't common at all for an omega to refer to an alpha by their title. It was used either to show great respect, as in the case of the national emperor, or during intimate times when an omega wanted to emphasize their partner's dominance. It was used to acknowledged one's own submission.

Katsuki was stunned and flattered by the word. He'd never been referred to by his title before. He found himself following the voice into the bathroom where the stranger sat naked in a tub of warm water. He held out the washcloth timidly. "I… I can't reach my back… please…"

For the first time, Katsuki noticed the omega in a different way. It was actually a little bit cute. Sure, it was something that needed to be protected and cared for, but it wasn't too horribly annoying. He took the wash cloth and gently cleaned his back, his own face flushed. When he finished, he handed back the towel. The boy nodded in thanks. Katsuki sat on the ground beside the tub.

"What's you name?" He asked again after seeing that the omega could speak.

"Mi-Midoriya." He answered shyly.

"Midoriya? Do you… know why you're here?"

Midoriya shook his head. "No. Why?"

"I don't know either. You were outside my house in a garbage bag. I didn't see anyone come or go. What kind of trouble did you get yourself into?"

The greenette thought about his question. "I don't know." He finally answered.

"What did the people who left you on my porch say?"

"I… I don't remember who put me there or why…"

"How could you not remember something like that?"

"I don't know… wait, if you're not involved in that… then why did you bring me into your house?"

Katsuki blushed. Why did he feel responsible for this omega? Why did he want to take care of it? "Who would just turn away from something like that? Just don't make yourself a burden, okay?" he said, leaving the bathroom on account of the warmth in his cheeks.

He went into his kitchen and made a cup of plain brown rice for Midoriya. Every instinct in his body told him to care for the omega. Midoriya limped out from the bathroom after a few more minutes wearing only a towel over himself as his over-grown hair dripped. Katsuki sighed in annoyance. "Don't drip onto the floor wet, you idiot. This is real hardwood."

The omega nodded, immediately removing the towel from his body to wrap around his head. Katsuki's face turned red at the shameless display of his body. "Hey! Idiot! That's not what I meant!"

"But… I can't keep both covered at once…" Midoriya explained.

Katsuki grumbled and annoyance and took Midoriya's hand, his head intentionally turned away as he led him down the hall to his bedroom. The omega limped but managed to keep up. He pulled out a t-shirt, a pair of boxers, and a pair of sweatpants. "Cover yourself with these." He ordered, setting them on the bed and turning away.

"Okay." Midoriya responded. He began to dress. "By the way… I don't know your name." He seemed to have relaxed more with Katsuki.

"Is there a reason you need to know it?" The blonde countered.

"Is there a reason for you to keep it a secret?" He answered smartly.

"I don't think I want my name associated with someone like you."

"But you don't know what kind of person I am."

"You're the type of person who has enemies, that's all I need to know."

"If you're going to be so stubborn, I guess I could give you a nickname."

Katsuki was annoyed by the omega's sudden boost of courage. He turned around and looked into the green eyes. "If you continue to annoy me, there's going to be no where for you to sleep tonight." He growled.

Midoriya nodded, quietly exiting the room. He did all the dishes in the sink before throwing away the stack of paper towels. Then he set to work on the carpet, managing to remove the stain. Despite his growling stomach, he didn't dare touch the rice on the stove. This wasn't his house and it wasn't his food. He was careful not to step on the alpha's toes.

He had never met such an aggressive alpha. Usually, when an omega was vulnerable, alphas would be glad to come to the rescue. They loved to coddle omegas, it was in their nature, but this one was different. He was territorial and defensive. That being said, Midoriya had a feeling that, deeper down, he was actually a little nice.

Midoriya sat on the floor until Katsuki emerged from his room. He looked at the omega and then noticed that the house was clean. "Did you clean up in here?" He asked, a bit surprised.

Midoriya nodded. "I made most of the mess and after all, I don't want to be a burden." The greenette responded, showing off his docile side. He didn't know this alpha but he knew he was safe and that he wanted to stay in this nice, safe, house rather than the street.

"Ah…" Katsuki responded, a little flustered by the cute omega. He walked into the kitchen and found the rice untouched. "Come eat." He said. Midoriya happily obeyed, taking the bowl offered to him. "I didn't put any seasonings in it so it shouldn't upset your stomach. Eat it slowly."

The greenette gave a little smile. "Thank you. You've been very kind to me." He said, playing the blonde like a fiddle.

Katsuki blushed. "Sure."

Midoriya took his bowl and sat back down on the hardwood, tenderly favoring his swollen ankle. Katsuki watched as he fed himself with his fingers before finally clearing his throat. The doe-eyed omega looked up at him. "You're not really in a state to be sitting on the floor. The sofa would be better." He said.

Midoriya smiled and resituated himself on the sofa. Katsuki walked by, dropping a spoon at the omega's side. "There are blankets in the cabinet under the TV." He announced. "You can stay on the sofa tonight."

"Thank you." He responded to Katsuki's back as the man walked down the hallway to his bedroom. The door shut and Midoriya was alone. Now that he had some space, he got a blanket from cabinet, wrapped himself up in it, and crawled up onto the couch. He couldn't help but cry. Why couldn't he remember? Why didn't he know how he ended up here or why? Where was he from? What happened? Who was he? He knew his name, his age… but what else?

He was scared. He didn't know who hurt him or if they were going to come back. He didn't know where to go from here or who he could turn to. He covered his face and sobbed, his whole body shaking. He didn't notice that the alpha had come back out of his room to retrieve his phone charger. "Hey, Midoriya?" He asked softly, causing the omega to jump. He looked to the man with puffy red eyes and wet cheeks. He cleared his throat and wiped his face.

"Yeah?" the omega asked.

"Hey…" He wasn't quite sure what to say. "Um… actually, that blanket is kind of old. Let me get you a different one." Katsuki went back into his room and returned with the comforter off of his bed. It was drenched in comforting alpha scent. Midoriya accepted it and immediately felt relaxed.

Katsuki nodded and went back to his room, mumbling a brief "Night". Wrapped in Katsuki's blanket, the omega was able to go to sleep, warm and surrounded in the scent of safety. The alpha had to cover himself with an old quilt but surprisingly, it didn't upset him too much. He felt accomplished. He felt that he had fulfilled a primitive longing, the desire to care for an omega. It was satisfying like fulling an empty stomach with warm food.

In the morning, Katsuki emerged from his room to find that a thick slab of ham, gravy, and a pile of fluffy scrambled eggs were waiting for him in a pan on the stove. Midoriya sat at the table, waiting for the alpha to serve himself first. It was proper manners.

Katsuki curiously looked over the food. "You made this?" He asked, getting two plates out of the cabinet.

"Yes." Midoriya answered.

The alpha leaned over the pan and took in the smell. The scent alone made his mouth water. "You haven't eaten yet?"

"No."

"Why not?"

The omega was surprised by this question. "Because… it's not my food and this isn't my house."

"What sort of stupid logic is that?" Katsuki asked as he dropped a heaping portion of the meal on a plate and set it on the table in front of the greenette before serving himself too. "I have plenty of food and it's not hard to buy more so formalities like that really aren't worth shit. Just eat when you're hungry."

"O-okay." The omega nodded, digging into his breakfast. "Are you going somewhere today?"

"Work." The alpha answered bluntly.

"Ah, I see… then… I'll pack up these blankets and clean the dishes so I can get out of your way."

"You're leaving?" Katsuki didn't understand why that thought bothered him. Somehow, he had claimed responsibility for the little omega.

"Should I stay?" Midoriya blushed a little.

"You're skinny as a twig and your ankle isn't good enough to walk on yet. I mean, leave if you want to, fuck if I care. Just know that you probably won't last a day out there without an alpha."

The greenette nodded. "If it won't bother you too much, then I guess I should stay here just a little while longer."

"Don't bother me if the key term there. Now listen up. In this house, there are a few who are your superiors and have earned my adoration such as the Roomba, the massage chair, and my slippers. Don't go thinking you're the king of the castle while I'm gone, they still rank above you."

Midoriya nodded, not really understanding the strange logic behind Katsuki's favoritism. 'He's really not like any other alpha. An omega can be mated with and can provide offspring yet a pair of shoes wins his interest? He's a weird guy…' The green-eyed boy thought.

Katsuki stood up from the table and retrieved a scrap of paper from his junk drawer and scribbled something on it before hanging it on the fridge with a magnet. "That's my phone number. Do not call unless it's an emergency. I mean it. If you call to ask my favorite color, I'll put you back out like a stray cat."

'He's kind of mean…' Midoriya noticed. 'Because of his personality and crazy hair, he kind of seems like a hedgehog.' The greenette giggled.

"You think I'm joking?" The alpha snarled.

"N-no, sorry. My hair just tickled the back of my neck, that's all."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Don't break anything and don't get too comfy, got it?"

The omega agreed and watched the alpha leave. He sat still for a few minutes, making sure the alpha wasn't coming back before getting up and snooping around the house. "You live alone, right, Mr. Hedgehog?" he asked the empty house. He searched for some clue as to who this man was but found that the condo was completely impersonal. "Why don't you have any photos? You must have family and friends." He searched every bookshelf and coffee table. He sniffed every room, trying to catch the scent of another person but it was only the alpha.

"That's weird… I wonder if he's really alone? How old is he? Probably somewhere in his twenties. Most alphas have an omega by his age. I wonder why I don't have one either…" he felt the smooth skin of his neck. There was no marking at all. "We must both be weird." He decided.

As he walked around he house, he finally found the Roomba. He watched it curiously. "So, Mr. Hedgehog says you're my superior." He greeted. The little whirring robot navigated a chair leg. "Hey, tell me honestly, does Mr. Hedgehog had an object fetish? I've heard of people who marry buildings or toys. If that's the case, it would make sense why he lives here alone. You're his omega." The greenette gave a courteous bow to the machine. "Thank you for hosting me, Mrs. Hedgehog. I'll be a good house guest."

Meanwhile, at work, Katsuki watched the scene at home unfold on his iPad with a red face. He had just wanted to check his security cameras and make sure the omega wasn't causing any problems. 'What the hell is he doing?' He wondered. He was infuriated by Midoriya's crazy assumption about his sexual preferences but somehow, the fact that he bowed to the Roomba was really cute to Katsuki.

"Mr. Bakugo? Your nine o'clock appointment is here!" his secretary called, prompting him to turn off the iPad and slip it back into his bag. He smacked his cheeks a few times, trying to dispel the heat.

Back at home, Midoriya continued searching the house for more information about the alpha. He looked at the books he owned, noticing that a lot of them were about health and fitness or about psychology. Midoriya selected one of the books called "The Alpha: A Complete Understanding of Alphan Psychology."

He brought it with him to the couch before nesting in the alpha's blanket and cracking it open to a random page. "Does every Alpha mate?" He read the chapter title aloud. "While 81% alphas will settle down with an omega by the age of 25, recent surveys show that nearly 6% will never mate and .04% will practice celebacy for their whole lives. This is a stark contrast to the population of adult celibate omegas which totals less than .0001%. Unmated alphas are more common than unmated omegas for multiple reasons, some of the most prevalent of these causes being failure to earn omegan interest and lack of natural sex drive."

Midoriya looked up from the book and surveyed the empty house again. "He's rich and handsome so he could probably find a mate if he wanted one. Maybe he doesn't want one. I guess some people are just like that." Midoriya read for a while, hoping to find insight on how to win favor with the alpha. He needed this man's help.

He replaced the book with other from the shelf called "Attraction science- explaining our desires with science". The book detailed what each gender found attractive about each other and why. Midoriya navigated to the section that detailed what an alpha wanted in an omega.

He read aloud. "While preferences may very with fashion trends and personal biases, most alphas prefer petite omegas with recognizable body fat. The explanation is simple. Smaller stature draws on an alpha's natural desire to protect the weak and a healthy amount of body fat indicates fertility and an omega's ability to successfully carry an infant."

Midoriya cringed at this blunt explanation and closed the book. It sounded so clinical to explain it that way. He looked down at his own body that was worryingly devoid of fat. He pinched his belly, barely able to get any meat between his fingers. He ran his fingers over his protruding ribs and spine. 'That's not good… how did I get so skinny? Am I really, really, poor? Or maybe whoever kidnapped be had me for a while. Maybe I can wear baggy clothes until I gain some weight.'

He got up and looked in the alpha's fridge for something fatty. He found another cut of ham and fried it in a pan. 'I wonder if I could get pregnant with my body like this… probably not. Well, it's not like I'm trying anyways.' He thought, humming to himself as he added spices to his lunch. After looking down at his knobby knees, he decided to boil a sweet potato too.

He ate as much as he could then waited an hour and ate more. His stomach hurt so after doing the dishes, he got back into his blanket nest and went to sleep, waking up only when he heard keys in the front door. He lifted his head, expectantly watching the doorknob turn. "You're home." He greeted with a sleepy smile when the blonde walked in.

Katsuki was surprised by the cute sight and sweet greeting. His cheeks flushed. "Yeah…" he responded. He wasn't used to this. He always came home to an empty house but now, someone was waiting or him. He walked past the omega, going to the bathroom to shower off a day's worth of sweat when he was stopped in his tracks.

"Wait! A-alpha." The little one called out, making the blonde turn around with a confused and flustered expression.

'Again?' The alpha thought. 'Once is once, twice is weird. That title is too intimate.' He cleared his throat. "Stop calling me that."

"You never told me your name. Is there something else I should call you?" The omega asked. 'He's blushing a lot,' he noticed. 'He must have some sex drive if he's responding this way to that name.'

"What was it that you needed to say?" He asked, changing the subject.

"I'll start dinner. What do you want to eat?"

Katsuki was taken aback by the offer. No one had cooked for him since his last family dinner three years ago. "Oh, yeah, fine. Anything's fine." He dismissed, leaving for the bathroom.

Midoriya slowly got out of his warm blankets and started going through the fridge. And found that there wasn't much of anything, just a few things here and there so he started a pot of stew.

The blonde hardly ever found himself in need of sexual satisfaction, most time it didn't even cross his mind, but that day was different. Once he was done washing himself in the shower, he leaned against the wall and stroked himself. He panted and supported himself with one toned arm while his hand wrapped around his member, roughly tugging at it until he finished.

He figured it was just all the omega pheromones around and usage of the alpha title that had caused him to build up some sexual frustration. While he was waiting for his knot to deflate, he ran the vent in the bathroom to clear out lust pheromones. He didn't want the omega to smell it and get aroused too. After all, he wasn't interested in finding a mate. He was just going to help the omega out a bit then get rid of him. He liked living alone.

When Katsuki joined Midoriya in the kitchen, the omega sniffed curiously. The alpha had the remnants of a strange scent. "What do you do for work, Nameless Man?" He asked, stirring the pot.

"I'm a trainer at a gym." He responded boredly, scrolling through social media on his phone.

"Really? So you help body builders get buffer?"

"Not really." Katsuki was finding it hard to give his attention to his phone. The omega persisted.

"No? Then what do you do?"

"Why are you so curious? Mind your own business." He growled. Things were quieter before the omega came.

"Well, you're the only person that I'm sure I know, I can't remember anyone else, so I want to know you better."

Katsuki sighed and closed the app on his phone, looking up at the omega with a scowl. "I teach self-defense to omegas."

"Oh! That's cool. Maybe if I went to you before, I wouldn't be here with you now."

"Maybe not but there's always something you can't plan for."

The omega nodded. "Could you teach me something?"

"What?"

"I don't know… but if someone tries to hurt me again, I want to be able to stop that from happening."

Katsuki thought about it for a while. "Fine. Tomorrow."

"Thank you, Al-" He stopped himself, remembering that the blonde had gotten angry last time. He thought of the title as a sign of deep respect.

"Just call be Katsuki." The alpha said, annoyed.

"Okay, Kacchan~"

"Is that what I told you to call me?" He growled.

"No… It's just a nickname." He submissively lowered his eyes.

"It's Katsuki or nothing."

"Okay, Katsuki." The omega said, trying out the name. All the hard sounds in it suited the man's bitter attitude. "You sure have a lot of books. Did you go to school?"

"Of course, I did." He grumbled. "Major in fitness and wellness, minor in psychology."

Midoriya nodded, feeling kind of pathetic next to this man. He had money, a nice house, and a good education. Midoriya had none of those things, he didn't even have memories of his own life.

Katsuki noticed this shift in the omega's mood and felt a slight pulling on his heart strings. "Did you go to school?"

"I don't know… I probably got some secondary education, right? But other than that… I don't know…"

"Oh…" Katsuki was never nice to anyone but for this pathetic, starved, lonely, omega, he could make an exception. "Well, you can read my books while I'm at work… and my neighbor down the street is a preschool teacher so, I dunno, I can introduce you and maybe he can teach you something. It's whatever."

"An alpha?"

"Yeah. His name is Todoroki. Don't worry, he's super lame so he won't try anything with you and his beta sister lives with him too so she can keep an eye on things."

Midoriya smiled, recognizing that Katsuki was trying to lift his spirits. The greenette had the incredible ability to be an optimist about anything. "I'd like that. Maybe I'll go get a degree later so I can make a lot of money and live somewhere nice like this. I may not have anything now but… we live in a nation where omegas have a lot of opportunities. In some nations today, they're still sold at their first heat or recognized as legal property. I know I don't look privileged but I could have a career if I wanted too and have my own money so I feel lucky."

Katsuki was completely awestruck by the omega's buoyancy. Many of his wealthy alpha friends still found things to complain about yet this little omega was grateful to the world despite his shitty luck. Katsuki had always thought omegas were so whiny and needy but this one was different. This one was kind of cute and strong. His cheeks began to feel warm again so he got up. "You've been wearing that since yesterday, I'll get you a change of clothes." He excused, leaving to his room.

He returned after his face had calmed down with a hoodie and pair of jeans. The omega thanked him and changed in the bathroom while the stew cooked on the stove. He had to hold up the loose jeans but he didn't want to complain about it. After all, the alpha was already being generous.

Katsuki sat back at the table, not noticing the poor fit of the pants until Midoriya went to grab two bowls from the cabinet and they fell down to his knees. He quickly put the bowl on the counter and pulled them back up. The alpha sat there in shocked silence before laughter erupted from his throat. This omega was cute… really cute. "Why didn't you just say that they're too big?" He asked the frustrated boy between chuckles.

"I-it's embarrassing!" he defended, his whole face tomato red. "Omegas are supposed to have nice bodies and butts that fit in pants. My body is really kind of embarrassing like this…"

Katsuki's chuckling died down. "Relax. Everyone's so concerned with what an omega should be and what an alpha should be but it doesn't really matter that much. In the end, your body isn't going to be enough to find you a partner. The people who say looks are everything are the ones with shit personalities."

"You studied psychology, you know better than anyone that alphas are blind to omegas who can't breed. That's the purpose of an omega, right?"

"Aren't I an alpha?" The blonde asked bluntly.

"Well… yes…" Midoriya mumbled.

"I can see you just fine."

The greenette watched the alpha curiously. He was more than expected. Under all of his anger and coldness, he was quite soft. Quite caring, Quite sweet. As Midoriya thought this, a memory started vaguely forming in his mind's eye. He had remembered reading a story like this one. It was called… what was it? Beauty and the Beast? Yeah, that was it. A cold monster who was secretly gentle and kind. Midoriya watched the foggy memory replay in his head. He held hands with someone. His mother? Yes… his mother. She sat on the bed with him and read that story to him from a picture book. She was warm and smelled like chamomile.

Tears began rolling down Midoriya's face. The alpha panicked. He couldn't smell fear or anxiety pheromones but his instincts still told him that the omega was hurt and needed protection. "What's wrong?" He asked, his heart racing.

The boy smiled and wiped his eyes. "I… I remembered my mom…" he explained. It felt like he was facing out into a sea of darkness and suddenly, a lighthouse appeared. He didn't feel so hopeless or so alone. He smiled at Katsuki, the handsome and secretly kind alpha. This man was his lighthouse.