Chapter 1: Unspoken Heat
Izuku Midoriya adjusted his hero gear, the tight fabric clinging to his toned frame as he stood in the agency’s briefing room. His emerald eyes darted to the side, catching a glimpse of Katsuki Bakugo—blond, brash, and infuriatingly handsome—leaning against the wall with that signature smirk. The air between them had always crackled with something unspoken, but now, four months after Izuku’s world shattered with his ex’s betrayal, that crackle felt like a damn wildfire. His Inner Omega clawed at his restraint, whispering that Katsuki was his, had always been his. Izuku clenched his jaw, forcing the thought down. He wasn’t some simpering fool; he was a Pro-Hero, for fuck’s sake.
‘Get it together, Deku,’ he muttered under his breath, but his body betrayed him, a flush creeping up his neck as Katsuki’s piercing crimson gaze locked onto him.
‘What’s with you, nerd?’ Katsuki’s voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and teasing as he pushed off the wall and stalked closer. ‘You’ve been staring at me like I’m a damn villain all morning. Spit it out.’
Izuku’s heart thundered, his Omega instincts screaming to close the distance, to feel that explosive heat up close. He squared his shoulders, refusing to crumble. ‘Maybe I’m just wondering how you manage to look so smug all the time, Kacchan. It’s almost impressive.’
Katsuki barked out a laugh, stepping into Izuku’s space, the scent of his alpha pheromones—smoke and raw power—hitting Izuku like a punch. ‘Oh, please. You’re not fooling anyone with that tough act. I can see it in your eyes, Deku. Something’s eating at you, and I’m not leaving ‘til I know what.’
Izuku’s breath hitched, his resolve wavering as Katsuki’s presence overwhelmed him. He hated how his body reacted, how his skin prickled with need, how his mind flashed with images of Katsuki’s hands on him, rough and demanding. ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he snapped, but his voice lacked its usual fire.
‘Bullshit.’ Katsuki’s hand slammed against the wall beside Izuku’s head, caging him in. His smirk was gone, replaced by a dangerous intensity. ‘You think I can’t tell when you’re falling apart? I’ve known you forever, idiot. So tell me—what’s got you so fucking distracted you can’t even focus on a briefing?’
Izuku’s pulse raced, his Omega whining inside him, desperate and horny, urging him to give in. He could feel the heat radiating off Katsuki, could almost taste the tension between them. His gaze dropped to Katsuki’s lips for a split second before he forced it back up, defiance burning in his chest. ‘Maybe I’m just tired of pretending I don’t notice how you look at me sometimes,’ he shot back, voice low and daring. ‘Or are you gonna deny that too, Kacchan?’
Katsuki’s eyes darkened, a growl rumbling in his throat as he leaned in closer, their faces inches apart. ‘Careful, Deku. Keep talking like that, and I might just give you what you’re too stubborn to ask for.’
Izuku’s breath caught, his body trembling with a mix of want and frustration. He wasn’t weak, damn it, but the ache between his legs was undeniable, his skin already sweating with anticipation. He could feel himself getting wet, the need dripping through every fiber of his being. And Katsuki—god, he could see it in his eyes, that same raw hunger, his cock probably just as hard under that infuriatingly tight uniform. Izuku’s hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to grab Katsuki and pull him in, to feel that hard body against his, to let every pent-up desire explode between them.
‘Then do it,’ Izuku challenged, his voice a husky whisper, green eyes blazing with defiance and need. ‘Or are you all talk?’
Katsuki’s smirk returned, predatory and wicked, as his free hand slid to Izuku’s hip, gripping tight. ‘Oh, Deku,’ he purred, voice dripping with promise, ‘you have no idea what you’re asking for.’
Their lips were a heartbeat away from crashing together, the air thick with heat and unspoken promises, Izuku’s body already panting for what was coming next…
[To be continued]
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.