"It's fine, I'll just eat at home," I said, whispering back, following them to a table.
The whispers were so loud that they couldn't be considered whispering. I sighed, annoyed with the noise.
. . .
Suddenly, I heard a loud clatter.
All I saw was a fist being thrown. I couldn't see that many people starting to crowd around. There are waves of pheromones swarming from the center of the crowd. Todoroki and Uraraka sighed. It seemed they knew who it was. I got up wanting to see.
"Are you sure you want to see a dogfight?" Uraraka exasperatedly groaned.
Todoroki tried to suppress a snicker, but he failed miserably.
"I could guess whose barking," I said sarcastically. From their reaction, we all knew this person.
As we got closer, the alpha pheromones got stronger. I shook off the pressure, ignoring it. A caramel scent caught my nose. I knew who that was.
I rushed through the crowd. That damn Bakugo Katsuki was causing trouble. I needed to hurry up before the teachers came.
"Your mouth refuses to be fixed, so I'll break it." Bakugo's eyes filled with a cold rage.
There was something far more terrifying in Bakugo's stillness than in any of his explosive outbursts. His face was a blank mask, every muscle perfectly controlled, but his eyes God, his eyes swirled with a fury so deep it was as if they contained all nine circles of hell.
This was anger honed to a razor's edge, simmering cold and silent, a threat that chilled me to the bone.
Pinned under him was a beta from that pathetic hate group. Even now, I could hear them muttering insults about me from across the room, unrepentant and crawling with spite. I almost wanted to let Bakugo finish what he'd started, to let them reap the consequences they'd sown.
As I moved forward, intent on dragging the pomeranian off before he crossed a line, the teachers chose that exact moment to barge in.
Of course, they swooped in right as I was about to intervene, calling me out as if I was the aggressor. Their voices were stern, faces twisted in judgment, their demand for my presence in the principal's office ringing with accusation.
It was ridiculous; I hadn't laid a finger on anyone.
They'd just watched Bakugo pin that student down, yet somehow, I was the one dragged into this mess.
The injustice of it gnawed deep, making my jaw clench as I followed them out of the chaos.
I stood in the office, not daring to relax. Many teachers stared at me with unreadable expressions.
Principal Nezu walked in after 20 minutes. I didn't know what to expect coming from that cunning chimera.
"Midoryia." He greeted me with an unblanking expression.
I bowed in respect, "Good afternoon, Principal."
He gave an unreadable smile.
Once the greetings were out of the way, all pretense dropped.
"What is your secondary gender?" He asked, holding his hand and leaning on it.
"An omega." My voice struck as the syllables left my lips.
I felt small with all these eyes on me.
"Is there a reason you hid this information?"
I nodded slowly, averting my eyes to the ground, "I just wanted to be a hero. You made the misconception that I was an alpha. So I played the part of one."
"By no means was I trying to deceive anyone. I never explicitly claimed to be one." I utter out.
"Hm... I have to admit, it's rather remarkable how long you've managed to compete with the other students. Your perseverance is truly commendable. Unfortunately, the situation hit the media before I could shape the narrative to our advantage."
"You've caused quite a commotion these past few days. I need you to return all school-issued equipment, your suit, gadgets, and any other materials from U.A. You won't be asked to repay the school for the resources spent promoting you as the future Number One Hero. However, I strongly advise you to keep a low profile from now on."
I knew what he meant by that. Any villain that held a grudge against me would grow ballsy after finding out I was an omega. I could already envision how that would look.
"I understand." I bowed once more.
"I just like to thank all the staff, and you, for believing in me and teaching me how to protect my family and myself. I learned a lot of things from you all, and I will cherish them. Thank you." I said, keeping my head down, not trying to show the tears glossing my eyes.
"Midoryia."
"..yes"
"We were lucky to have you."
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I returned every item I received over these two years. All the great memories I made in this place will be missed. My friends, well, Ex-friends, were my motivation to keep going, my teachers were my foundation, and my beloved is my peace.
I walked down the hall. My footsteps echoed in the nearly empty hallways. I looked out a window, and the clouds were dark and gloomy. I sighed.
'Was it meant to be?'
I walked aimlessly during break. I didn't desire to go back to class, so I guess I'm done. It's not like I'll be reprimanded for being late. I'm not enrolled anymore.
It was raining outside today.
After all this, I didn't get to find All Might. I'll worry about it later. I'm drained.
. . .
As I stepped off the school grounds, a strange heaviness anchored me in place, a silent resistance holding me still, even as every part of me yearned to flee. I almost dragged my feet, not wanting to catch even a final glance at the place I'd given so much of myself to, but couldn't bring myself to turn away completely.
Rain hammered down, soaking my uniform, shrouding the world in a shads of gray and sorrow.
I breathed out, the sigh tinged with regret as I looked back at UA for the last time. My dream, once vibrant and all-consuming, had been torn away, stripped bare by hands colder than the rain. But strangely, sadness took hold, but it didn't settle. Instead, there was a foreign lightness in my chest, as if the shackles that weighed me down had finally snapped.
The sensation was so surreal, I found myself laughing a ragged, bright sound that echoed through the downpour, soon breaking apart into quiet sniffles, and then dissolving into raw, cathartic sobs.
I collapsed beneath the weight of it all, tears mixing with rainwater, soaking me through. Yet as grief flooded out, new clarity seeped in. My old dream was gone, but as I searched the emptiness, another vision quietly unfolded. Shigaraki Tomura's face flashed in my mind: my anchor, my constant, the burning center of every new hope. Where once I longed to be a hero, now all I wanted was a future with him to build a quiet, lasting happiness beside the man who had become my foundation and my joy.
A fresh resolve steadied me: I'd let my hero dreams stay where they belonged in the past. Instead, I'd chase something gentler and truer for myself: a diploma, a college degree, a life far from the spotlight, as long as it was with him.
Without hesitating, I took off through the storm, mind chanting his name with every step, feet splashing through puddles.
"Tomura, Tomura, Tomura."
My entire being ached to be in his embrace, to feel his arms wrap around me, the only way he could make me feel safe and wanted. Not a distant legend or symbol, just a boy with an untamed heart, running home to the only dream that mattered. My silly alpha, my love, my future.