Izuku Midoriya is one of the top students in UA. His grades, popularity, and personality were something to envy. He fits in with the right crowds. Reputation is squeaky clean. Too clean…He is a reliable alpha.
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He was at the moment being taught by his ideal All Might. It's been a couple of days since he started, and he quite enjoyed the experience of being pushed to his limits. It was liberating, even. All might promised his quirk to me, but he had to train my body before accepting such a top-grade quirk. Every day after middle school, I make my way to the beach where I need to clear all the debris. I feel like I'm doing something great for my life.
Lord knows it hasn't always been this peaceful.
How much I fantasized about ending it all...I was so close to snapping, I thank myself for chickening out.
Now, everything is better for the most part.
"Young Midoriya, have u manifested yet?"
"No, my doctor said it is hard to discern my secondary gender."
"I see. I'm sure you'll manifest with great alpha genes! Back to training!" He's said a little loudly.
Izuku POV
I trained in class, at home, and with All Might. I spent most of summer break training that I couldn't hang out with my friends... well, it's not like I had any, but still, I haven't taken a break not once. It's exhilarating and also tiring, but I'll be okay!
"Great job, young Midoryia." All Might said, applauding me.
"Thank you, sir."
"You have earned the right to my power." He took a strand of hair out of his head.\
"Eat this." He smiled.
I looked at the hair and then at him. He was dead serious. I was reluctant to eat it. I ate it quickly. I felt a surge of power shoot through every inch of my veins.
"You're the next generation user of One For All, young Midoriya, make me proud. You'll be the best alpha there is with my guidance." All might said.
My happiness faltered; I had my secondary papers in my bag, and I was going to show him. I think it's best not to show it to him.
"I look afford to you teaching me All Might!" I said with enthusiasm.
It's two days before UA entrance exams. I'm not quirkless anymore. I have a chance to be a hero again. I won't waste this chance for the life of me; I'm going to become a hero.
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I'm in private hero training with All Might. He's currently yelling at me.
"Midoriya, how many times do I have to repay myself. For an alpha, you lack strength! Overpowering is key in battle. You're making me think you're an omega the way you are now."
"I'm doing my best—"
"It's not hard to do, Izuku. You're making me regret my choice of picking you as my successor." He seethed, looking down at me, releasing angry pheromones.
I held my breath and controlled my scent, glaring at him. That's how an alpha would respond. He got closer, growling, and I growled back, hoping my trembling wasn't noticeable.
He stopped, "Your spirit is not enough to defeat B-rated villains. I want you to train all week, do u understand?"
I just did a month straight of training, and he wants me to do more! I only get 4 hours of sleep, then I have school training I can't take anymore. I'm tired.
I swallowed hard before getting the courage to ask.
"Sir, can't I just take a break? I won't improve without getting proper care."
"So u want to be a quirkless nobody again, I understand." His hand reached for and I backed up quickly, but he responded quicker, grabbing my wrist.
He pulled me, threatening to close his hand, clenching tightly on my wrist. I tried to push him away with ofa, but he grabbed my other wrist with the same hand.
"You're about to lose your chance, Midoriya. Maybe I should have given it to Bakugo; he seems more promising than you."
I kicked and screamed no.
"Then get back to training, I want to see results by the end of this week. Do I make myself clear!" He threw me down hard.
He left, slamming the door.
I got back to training, but my thoughts weren't nice.
'I'm a useless quirkless nobody. That's why he's pushing so hard, right? Right. I need to become the symbol of peace, just like my teacher. Failing isn't an option for me. I just need to work harder, maybe cut down on my sleep more. Maybe he's right, I'm just an omega pretending to be an alpha. He would have taken OFA from the beginning if I told him that.'
'I'm just some weak, delusional, pet that shouldn't even be near this industry.'
The silvery moon cast a cold, lucid glow across the canvas of a deep blue sky, illuminating the city of Musutafu and all its sleeping corners. I remember my 16th birthday as a night etched sharply into my memory. My mother's voice had pleaded for me to return home, warmth in her tone ever-present, but All Might had told me I wasn't worthy of celebration. He advised me to let my birthday slip by, unmarked, because I didn't deserve that small moment of happiness. So I spent it training on the beach, sand sticking to my sweat-drenched skin, pushing myself until the world spun and I vomited onto the shore. I wiped my mouth, swallowed the bitter taste, and kept going, refusing to let the exhaustion win.
It was well past midnight when I finally left the quiet, empty stretch of coast. My thoughts were a hurricane of self-doubt and harsh, unrelenting condemnation. Going home felt pointless; my mind only spun faster when surrounded by those four familiar walls. Instead, I wandered beneath neon streetlights and shadowed alleyways, letting my feet aimlessly carry me until I stumbled into an abandoned park. The empty swings creaked in the breeze, the leaves overhead rustled gently, and for a moment, it was utterly peaceful.
I sank onto a cold metal bench, hugging my knees to my chest, just trying to remember how to breathe. But the barrage in my head wouldn't stop. Every responsibility, every harsh word from All Might, echoed over and over. Being his successor wasn't just overwhelming; it was crushing. His criticisms sliced deeper every time, especially when he weaponized my secondary gender as an insult, making me loathe parts of myself I never chose.
My attempts at deep breaths faltered until each inhale scratched painfully in my throat. Unwittingly, my scent began to trickle into the night air, whispers of my distress carried on the wind. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, desperate not to disturb a single soul or quiet creature nearby. My problems, I believed, shouldn't ripple into the peace of anyone else's night. I clamped down on my pheromones, feeling the internal strain hurt me more profoundly than I'd imagined.
Panic crept up, sharp and sudden, my breath grew ragged, wild, until I was hyperventilating. I wanted to stop. I swear, I didn't want to fall apart in the shadows, but I couldn't find the switch to silence my agony.
"Panic attacks are for weak omegas." I hissed out, trying to rein in my emotions.
"Useless omega."
"Stupid omega."
"W-weak omega."
"Quirkless—"
I didn't realize I was cursing myself out. I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
"Y'know it isn't safe to be here."
I froze. That voice sounds dangerous. The hairs on my body sprang up. I slowly peeked up from my arms, knowing I looked a mess.
A man in a black hoodie and jeans stood next to me. He wasn't facing me, so I couldn't see his face.
"I'm sorry I disturbed you," I said, shifting away from him.
He chuckled, "You're apologizing?"
I held my breath as he slouched, leaning on one of his hands.
"What's got you so sad?" He asked.
"Nothing," I responded.
"I'm tryin' to lend you a shoulder." He scoffed, looking at me now.
His eyes were red. Hair silver shimmered under the light. And face sharp with a scar on his lip. His scent hinted he was alph, but I couldn't tell what type. His eyes narrowed at me.
"I-I'm just being dramatic. Don't worry about it."
He stood there in silence, seeming to wait for me. It felt like he was reading my soul as he stared me down, and by instinct, I looked away. I felt vulnerable.
"I-I...I'm just overwhelmed. My mentor is putting too much pressure on me. He yells and degrades me with cruel words. I thought everything had gotten better since middle school. My childhood best friend, now turned bully, pushed me towards my breaking point. It got better when my mentor came into my life. I was distracted by the strict training regime. I thank myself for failing at killing myself that day. But my mentor changed as we got to know each other, or maybe I just didn't know him because I idolized him so much. Seeing him as my hero." I glanced at the man sitting next to me, and he didn't seem bothered by my useless babbling.
"Does he degrade you by calling you useless, worthless, and stupid?" He asked.
I was surprised he knew that, but answered.
"Yes."
I looked at the man sitting beside me; his eyes didn't judge me. They never changed, no matter what I told him. I sniffled. I tried not to cry.
"Y'know I'm quite jealous of you."
"Me?" He chuckled in disbelief, his body facing me now.
"You're an alpha. That's what my mentor thinks I am, and that's what I will be. My mom wouldn't have been so disappointed, either, if I were born an alpha. I'm sure you're strong, intelligent, brave, and desirable for the right reasons. If anybody knew that I was an omega, teachers and students alike would probably try to take advantage of me, the school would abandon me, and I would probably get married off by my mother for money if it was any financial issues." I smiled bitterly.
"In my world, any gender capable will succeed in something. My sensei teaches me, but he allows anyone useful in and protects the weak." That man said.
"You shouldn't be jealous of anybody. You have your goals, I assume. Prove those wrong, never submit to their thoughts." I nodded in response.
"Alright then, keep your secrets and enemies close and prove them wrong." He said, standing up.
He continued, "But you really should go home now, it's not safe here at night."
He started to walk away. I didn't get to thank him yet. I ran to him, hugging him by accident. My impulse to thank him made me do a miscalculation in this interaction.
He froze. I felt him tense under my hold, his muscles flexed slightly. I blushed from embarrassment, and I couldn't get the words out. I was stuck in place. I don't know why, but I felt comfortable. I unknowingly bury my face in his back, breathing in his scent. He smelled of dead roses.
"Thank you for listening to me. I wish you a good night." I backed away, bowing sincerely before running away.
I felt light tonight. All the thoughts I internalized for these two years were gone. They didn't affect as much anymore. I went home and slept peacefully that night.