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When Izuku is 12 years old, he is given away to 7-year old Katsuki Bakugou.
Izuku remembered the night beforehand. He stayed curled up to his mother's side, sobbing uncontrollably. His mother weeps with him, telling him how sorry she is. How she wished he could stay with her forever.
But no lowly seamstress could ever reject her majesty's desires.
And her majesty desires the only male omega in the kingdom, for her son.
Izuku's tears have been long shed when he meets his much younger betrothed. He waits in solemn silence when he is being brought to the future king of his land. Katsuki, is as rambunctious as any other child would be. He laughs at Izuku's predicament, and pulls on his hair in curiosity. And Izuku feels pity. He feels pity that such a small child is being put through this.
He quickly realizes that pity should not be an emotion he should feel.
Katsuki is cruel.
Izuku knows this from just the first week of being in the palace.
His ways of life are malicious, and his taunts are degrading. If Katsuki doesn't want something, he will throw a fit, wrecking decorations, throwing tables, demolishing chairs. Anything will suffice his desire for destruction really.
But the worst of him, in Izuku's opinion, is the torture he sees Katsuki put the servants through.
Izuku is an omega. One of the three secondary genders that humans can be born into. Because of this, he's small and a bit meek. He tries his best not to evoke attention, and scuttles around the palace as quietly as he can. He keeps his presence to a shadow, the smallest breeze in the wind. And to most, it works, they never see a thing.
But he can't help himself whenever Katsuki is grinning and yelling loudly at one of the servants. He can't help himself whenever Katsuki would drop a vase and make one of the maids pick it up with their bare hands. He can't help himself when Katsuki tells one of the servant's children that they are useless and will never amount to anything.
So Izuku makes himself known. He steps out of the shadow he made. He reaches out his hand and puts it on Katsuki's shoulder and in those moments Izuku remembers that Katsuki is a child and children are extremely influential.
But at the same time, the mad were born that way.
"Kacchan," He says because he knows he's the only person that can use that name, "Please stop."
And Katsuki stops, for reasons unknown to Izuku. Everytime he stops and stares as though he's seeing him for the first time all over again. Then he leans closer away from whoever his target was, nuzzles slightly into Izuku's wrists and leaves. Izuku receives no malicious grin. No degrading taunts. He's left with Katsuki's retreating footsteps, and the mess he'd left behind.
"My child," Izuku hears once as he is helping an old milkmaid up. Her clothing is a bit torn from the act of picking up a vase Katsuki had earlier broken into pieces. She's frail, but Izuku can see the flare in her eyes as she gazes at him with a look of a thousand years.
"A beast that has been a beast for far too long cannot be changed. Your meek heart will not find happiness with someone who's being rages with fire."
Izuku remembered drawing in a shaky breath as he hands her the pail she had dropped, wishing her a good day. He remembered limping to his room and collapsing on his bed. The birds by his window chirped and the playful sunlight shined as he cried and wished for his mother.
The bells were ringing rather loudly that day.
The rulers of the kingdom, Musutafu, aren't barbarbic.
Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou are benevolent rulers. They work side by side together when maintaining order in the kingdom and dealing with foreign affairs. Izuku thought the world of them. For him, they were his second heroes. His first was the great warrior Toshinori, the greatest adventurer of all time. When Izuku was younger, he wanted to be a warrior and follow in Toshinori's footsteps.
He won't be able to now.
Dinner with the three royals is quite tame compared to what Izuku was expecting. The first few, Izuku was a bit uneasy and didn't dare touch his food for fear of disrespect, but afterwards it has become a bit easier. He listens to the conversations that travel around him. He smiles politely and sometimes laughs when something funny is being said.
He still doesn't dare open his mouth until he's spoken to first.
Queen Mitsuki Bakugou was the true leader of Musutafu. She was an alpha, and alphas are always the true rulers. Her Majesty mirrors her son perfectly, striking red eyes and blonde hair that was woven into gold. Her laughs are hearty and her voice carries throughout the room. She's quick to anger, much like her son, and Izuku makes sure he quickly answers her questions before she gets irritated.
Duke Masaru Bakugou was her husband. He was of the betan gender, but Izuku knew people looked up to him just as much as they looked up to his wife. He stayed quiet, like Izuku, but for different reasons. His eyes were low but calculating. Nothing ever went past his watchful gaze for the queen. And when he spoke, Izuku saw that he chose his words carefully. They were his weapons while the dining room was his battlefield.
The wife and husband were benevolent rulers, but they were also extremely good parents. Izuku would sometimes watch them with a slight smile as they would hug and play-fight with Katsuki. He would giggle and growl back as Mitsuki would pick him up and snuggle him upto her chest. Masaru would pinch his cheek and ruffle his hair as Katsuki would howl in delight. Watching them reminded Izuku of his loving mother. Her bright smiles and laughs.
It made his chest hurt.
Her Majesty Mitsuki Bakugou and His Highness Masaru Bakugou were good parents. But Izuku would sometimes think that they catered too much to the boy's demands. He wouldn't say anything though. He'd keep his mouth, an endless spiral of complaints, shut. He'd watch from the distance he created between them and him. And he won't say a thing.
In the dining table, Queen Mitsuki and Duke Masaru would sit side by side at the front of the long table. The rest of the chairs is reserved for ambassadors that live in the palace and guests of the royals.
Prince Katsuki Bakugou would sit to the side of the Queen, right across from Izuku. And although the child resembles his mother, Izuku can tell he gets his mind from his father. His gaze is cold and thoughtful. He doesn't speak, but sits. He waits and listens.
Izuku doesn't know what the youngest of the Bakugou's is listening for.
"Your Majesty," The noblemen tries again, even after the Queen rejected his call for another bridge connecting Musutafu and another neighboring country, "With all due respect, I advise you to rethink your decision. I think having a bridge between Musutafu and Tonusho is a wonderful idea! It could help us strengthen the bond between our two countries. And our trade could double with an easier access to goods."
Izuku held his breath as Mitsuki bared her teeth. "Don't play me as a fool. We already have a bridge connecting the two lands together, Noblemen Ayoa, we don't need another. Trade is already doing well and I see no point in trying to gamble. And building a bridge for your measly exports will drive the citizen's taxes even higher than they should be. Unless of course...you are willing to pay, Noblemen Ayoa?" Her smile is mocking.
She frowns just as quick, "Get out of my sight," And noblemen Ayoa bows and leaves his food untouched.
Her Majesty sighed, "If that pig was to have come here, he might as well finished the food. What a waste," She waved one of the servants over as he reached down and grabbed the plate. Izuku watched as the noblemen's place was cleaned up.
"Izuku," He flinched and turned to the Queen, "Are you finished with your meal as well? You can go to your chambers then. But before you do that, be a dear and accompany Katsuki to his chambers as well." She wasn't looking at him, but Izuku still couldn't help feeling so scrutinized.
He didn't belong here.
"Yes your Majesty," Izuku quietly mumbled and bowed. He then waited for Katsuki to shuffle behind him as they left the dining room.
Behind them, Izuku could hear Mitsuki laugh at something her husband said.
Izuku and Katsuki trudged along in silence. As they got closer to Katsuki's room, Izuku couldn't help but feel like a prisoner of war. And Katsuki, the victorious capturer.
Then, he felt guilt and would gaze at the child next to him. He's told himself this many times. Katsuki is a child. He's the cloth his mother used to work with. It can be changed and mended. It can be fixed up with a few stitches.
So, as Izuku is leaving Katsuki to his own room, he can't help but ask: "Kacchan...What do you want to do when you are King?"
Katsuki stopped and stared at him, his eyes were vacant. Then he smiled and barred his sharp teeth.
"When I become King, I'll be the greatest king in the world! Not even mom will be able to stand a chance with me. I'll rule the lands and everyone in it. Everything will be mine. Including you." Katsuki smiled as bright as only a child could and Izuku felt his heart drop.
His laugh was strained.
"Yours? But-but Kacchan, you can't own me...I'm a person...not an object." Izuku weakly smiled as if that would diffuse the growing turmoil in his stomach.
Katsuki squinted, as if he didn't understand, "What do you mean, Deku? Of course I own you. I already do! You're mine."
Izuku wanted to scream.
"I know that I don't fully own you yet. Mom and Dad gave you to me," No no no no, "But that's okay, because once I inherent the throne, everything they own will belong to me. And then you'll be mine even more."
And then Katsuki laughed. It sounded like a child's, light and true, but Izuku couldn't help but hear the demented notes in a child's laughter. This was a child.
He'd stood there in the doorway, long after Katsuki had bid him a good night and shut the door. He stood and stood and stood, wondering what he should do what he should say.
But in the end, he walked back to his own room. Lost and empty.
Her Majesty Mitsuki Bakugou and His Highness Masaru Bakugou were good parents. But Izuku would sometimes think that they catered too much to the boy's demands. He wouldn't say anything though. He'd keep his mouth, an endless spiral of complaints, shut. He'd watch from the distance he created between them and him. And he won't say a thing. Why?
For he was Izuku Midoriya, subject of Musutafu. At age 12 he was given away to be betrothed to Katsuki Bakugou, 7 years old. He was a male omega that was destined to marry the future king and true alpha of his land. He was not to speak until spoken to. He was not to be heard from unless given permission. He was to remain quiet and submissive. He was to follow the whims and desires of his future king dutifully.
Because in the end Izuku was Katsuki's.
Izuku is 14 years old when he realizes how dark his world is.
When he was with his mother, everything seemed to be so simplistic. His neighbors would smile when he smiled. When he'd smell peach pie season coming up, he'd try to earn as much money as he could in order to have one small slice. When he was sad, his mother would cuddle him and tell him everything will be okay. That he would get through this. And Izuku would smile and silently agree, foolishly believing his mother's words.
Now, in the palace, he cannot do anything without being scrutinized. He'd try to walk alone and guards would take it on themselves to escort him back to his chambers. He would sit in the garden for too long and servants would rush to him saying how much prince Katsuki was throwing a fit for not being able to find him. When he smiled, he'd get looks of fear from others, or tight grins. He didn't try to make friends in the palace, for it was useless. No one would want to be seen talking to the betrothed of their future king, after all.
He was fine with that. He would sit alone in the library and indulge in all the books by himself. He would watch the fish swim in the pond. He would marvel at the architecture the people before him created in the palace, the intricate designs still astounded him.
It wasn't long before he realized that the beauty of the castle was only there to hide the darkness all around him.
"Katsuki what are you doing!?" Izuku one day shrieked as he stepped into the garden.
Katsuki was by the roses. His hands were soaked in blood.
Worriedly, Izuku rushed over to him, wondering how Katsuki had hurt himself. But Katsuki seemed fine. He was grinning happily, as if he was enjoying the attention Izuku was giving him as he checked him over for injuries. Katsuki was unhurt
The bird on the ground wasn't.
Izuku was watching in horror as it twitched. It didn't make a noise but Izuku could practically hear it scream as it slowly got weaker and weaker. Izuku didn't pick it up until it fully stopped moving.
Then he said, in a small voice, "Kacchan...what...did...you do?"
He didn't know what answer he wanted.
"It was trying to fly away from me."
But it wasn't this.
"What?" Izuku asked because he had never heard of something so horrifying before.
"It was trying to fly away from me, so I broke it's wings," Katsuki watched with keen eyes as Izuku picked the bird up, "I wanted it to stay with me."
"But Katsuki...you killed it," Izuku whispered, "It's dead now....It-it can't go back to it's family anymore. You can't kill things because you want them to stay with you."
"Why not?" Katsuki asked and Izuku shut his eyes. Katsuki didn't understand. Katsuki didn't understand. Why didn't Kacchan understand?
"Because, it's wrong, Kacchan. Killing things are wrong." Opening his eyes, Izuku sat down and stared at the bird in his arms. It was so small and tiny, just barely the size of Izuku's palm. It was almost like-
"Will you ever try to leave me?" The question shocked Izuku out of his thoughts and he turned towards the boy.
"What?"
"Will you ever try to leave me, Deku?" Katsuki was standing over him, his posture was tensed and his hackles were raised. Red eyes were trained on him so intensely and Izuku wondered how a child could have such a piercing stare.
But he knew that Katsuki wasn't a normal child.
"No," Izuku finally decided on, "I won't, Kacchan. Why would I do that?" It was the truth, Izuku wasn't lying. He couldn't do that. His Queen Mitsuki, she wanted him here after all. He couldn't disobey her wishes. And because of that, Izuku would stay. He wouldn't dare oppose the Queen. Not for his selfish desires.
Not for his selfish request of freedom.
"Oh, that's good," Katsuki replied and sat down next to him. Their hands matched now, they were both stained with red, "Because if you did leave me, I would break your wings too. So then you couldn't leave me again. And I don't think I want to break your wings, Deku."
Izuku stared at the bird in his hands. He watched as the blood seeped deeper and deeper into his hands. He didn't move when Katsuki leaned into his figure, nuzzling into his scent glands. He just watched the bird, urging it begging it to get up. He wanted it to be okay.
But the bird didn't move, and it stayed dead, leaving Izuku alone in this dark world around him.
It was becoming apparent that Izuku was losing control of Katsuki.
Rather, Katsuki wasn't really listening to him any more.
Izuku was 18 and Katsuki was 13. They sat side by side in the throne room, listening to the requests of the villages. Katsuki's parents had figured that the boy was now fit to start ruling small parts of the kingdom. It was to be expected after all. All alphan leaders start to learn how to rule their kingdom a year after they present.
Izuku remembered
The omega watches with keen eyes as Katsuki listens to the problems each village was having. He's rather surprised to see Katsuki actually giving out suggestions to the people that come to him. The boy before him is not a small child that he met but rather the future king of his land. And for once, he's proud of Katsuki for coming so far. He doesn't torture the servants anymore. His fits are few and short. He's courteous, though still a bit blunt. And his judgment is becoming better.
Izuku was sure that Katsuki would become a great King.
"Kacchan, you were amazing," Izuku praises him as they are walking back to Izuku's room. Queen Mitsuki had deemed it inappropriate for them to share rooms considering their relationship and age (Izuku was very much grateful). So they stay separated, in separate rooms, divided by a single wall.
But, it really doesn't stop Katsuki from barging into Izuku's room whenever he prefers. This time, Izuku doesn't even bother freezing up when Katsuki just enters his room with no hesitation. He collapses on the bed and Izuku can hear him inhale loudly.
"Mom's an idiot," He can hear Katsuki grumble, "I don't see why we can't share the same room. I'm a teenager now, I can make my own choices."
Izuku waves away his unease, "She wants what's best for you, Kacchan. She just cares."
Kacchan just groans, and Izuku sits on the chair beside the bed. He waits for five seconds.
"Kacchan, you were amazing today," Izuku repeats again, "The way you helped everyone, I never saw anything like it. You were a total natural!" He smiled.
Katsuki rolled his eyes and Izuku had to wonder if he had gone too fair with praising the alpha.
"Yeah, I know," Kacchan says, "You don't need to remind me." But the pride in Kacchan's eyes tells Izuku differently.
"Sorry," Izuku apologizes, "I'm just...really proud of you. You've grown so much."
It's silent for the longest time. Then Katsuki says:
"I love you."
Izuku jumps, "What?" He freezes and it's then he realizes that he and Katsuki haven't even kissed.
"Hm," Katsuki nods, "Yeah, I love you."
Izuku waits, "You don't." Because as much as he's grown to care for the younger alpha, not even Katsuki could conjure up a feeling such as love.
"I do."
"Kacchan, you don't." At this point, Izuku doesn't know who he's trying to convince anymore.
Katsuki's scent all of a sudden spikes. The smell of him clogs Izuku's room and Izuku suddenly drops his gaze.
This has never happened before.
"I know you don't love me," Katsuki admits, his voice is calm but there is the underlying rage right underneath the surface. It's bubbling with red hot anger.
"It's okay. It doesn't really matter anyway." Izuku feels tears coming out of his eyes as Katsuki continues.
"In the end, you're still mine."
Izuku is 20 when Katsuki decides to bed another.
He doesn't see it happen, but he hears it clearly. Their rooms are right next to eachother. The first time it happens, Izuku doesn't really know what to feel. At first, he feels a bit happier (though a bit flustered by the explicit noises). Katsuki has found another person. Maybe Katsuki doesn't want Izuku anymore. He's found another person that he loves and that person reciprocates his love back. He hates himself for feeling relief. Relief that Katsuki would no longer be pursuing him.
But then, Izuku watches with horrified eyes, as a red-haired beta is kicked out of Katsuki's room, naked and humiliated. His eyes were wide and tear-streaked as guards pick him up at carry him away from Katsuki's bedroom.
Izuku had never seen something so heartbreaking before.
Less than a week later, Katsuki tries again, this time with a pink-haired omega. Her screams are heart wrenching as Izuku closes his eyes, curled up in his room, hearing Katsuki order the guards to take her away.
Then it happens a third time. A fourth time. A fifth time. A sixth time. And then Izuku loses count.
Her Majesty Queen Mitsuki is fine, she says. She doesn't mind Katsuki's new habit. When she was his age, she did the same. It was normal, healthy even. Alphas have to release somewhere, Izuku remembered her joking at the dinner table.
The Duke of Izuku's land, Masaru, is quiet. He doesn't comment on Katsuki's sudden change of behavior. Actually, Izuku doesn't really remember the last time he talked.
With no one to stop him, Katsuki continues. He beds men and women of all ages. Omegas, betas, alphas. Izuku doesn't really think that Katsuki cares who anymore. And it's torture. It's torture for him, the soft-hearted omega, to hear their yells of surprise when Katsuki order them to get out of his sight, when they were listening to love-filled promises just that night.
Izuku finally had enough.
He stopped in front of Katsuki when the alpha is working in the library. For once, Katsuki is calm and collected while Izuku is the raging mess.
"What are you doing," Izuku demanded, "Why are you hurting so many people?"
Katsuki just shrugs while he looks at some transcripts, "I have no clue what you're talking about."
"God damn it, Bakugou!" Izuku yells and Katsuki looks up in surprise because that's the first time Izuku has ever raised his voice at him.
"Why are you doing this? Why do you promise them love when all you give them is coldness the next morning? You make the guards drag them away for crying out loud! Why-why are you like this?" His voice cracks in the end and Izuku is wiping away at the tears. They fall down his cheeks and trace his lips with a salty touch. His vision goes blurry and Katsuki before him looks like a painting.
"Are you willing to take their place?" Katsuki asks and Izuku can only stare.
Katsuki scoffs.
He shrugs, "Okay then. That's fine, there will be more then." He gets up and Izuku could only stare at the pile of books by his side.
He sleeps that nights knowing that even though he can stop it, he won't.
When Katsuki is 17, he decides he has waited enough.
He barges through Izuku's door the week he turns 18. Izuku was reading a book, silently in his room as he always did (He would rather be writing another letter to his mother but Katsuki banned those a few years ago). He jumped when Katsuki slammed the door open with the fury Izuku hadn't seen from him since his childhood days. The smell of anger and burnt paper fill the room.
Izuku stands up from his chair, shocked.
"Kacchan?" He asks and Katsuki growls, "What are you doing? Do you need something?"
The alpha huffs and comes up to Izuku, with a hunched pack, a tiger ready to pounce. He stops when he's toe to toe with Izuku and it's then when Izuku realizes how much bigger Katsuki is compared to him. Maybe that's why Katsuki never listened to him anymore. He finally realized how tiny Izuku was. He was a small bug on the wall. He was nothing. It was Katsuki who was going to one day be king, not him. Why did he ever think that he could ever control such a beast?
"I love you," Katsuki says with unrivaled anger, "I love you!"
Izuku steps back but Katsuki won't let him, he latches onto Izuku's shoulder with a grip that threatens to hurt.
"Say it!" Katsuki screams and his anger is hot and wet, "Say that you love me back!"
And-and Izuku can't.
Because although he loves Kacchan, taking him for who he is, he could never fall in love with him.
And Kacchan knows this.
Izuku let's his jaw fall slack, he looks down in both shame and pity. This boy-Kacchan-the one who Izuku took care of, was asking Izuku something he could never give. He was asking for this with both hands, eyes bright and earnest. But Izuku couldn't.
Katsuki lets go of him, and steps back. It's silent for decades.
"Fine, I'll make you love me."
Izuku feels Kacchan grab his head, pull it to the side as he leans down to Izuku's neck and bites.
At age 22, Izuku finally realizes that love doesn't have to be given.
"When I turn 20, I'm supposed to get married to you. That's when I'm supposed to mate you." Izuku feels hands run down his spine and he shakes.
They were laying on Izuku's bed together. Bare. Izuku could still smell what they had done all around him. The scent taunted him. Mocked him.
He's never felt so disgusted with himself.
"I couldn't wait that long," Katsuki shrugs beside him and lays a gentle kiss on his shoulder. Izuku flinches.
"But I know that the old hag and that fucking coward won't agree to this. Whatever we are right now. So I've decided something."
Katsuki towers over Izuku and he realizes why Katsuki keeps calling him Deku after all these years.
His look is filled with pure mania and he grins, "I'm just going to have to kill them," He leans forward and gently kisses Izuku on the lips and Izuku feels the bird's blood all over again, "My birthday's next week, isn't it? It would be a little poetic to do it then. It could be a little fucking thank you gift."
For the second time that night, Izuku cries.
Katsuki gently hushes him, "It's okay, Deku. After next week, we'll be together for good. And no one will be able to stop us."
And then, Izuku snaps.
He quiets down, when Katsuki wraps an arm around him. He keeps himself nice and still. And when he's sure Katsuki's sleeping, he starts breathing erratically again.
He can't do this anymore.
He just can't.
And so, underneath the pale moon sky, Izuku gives out his apologies to his Queen, his Duke and everyone else who will suffer for his selfishness.
On Katsuki's 18th birthday, his promise to Izuku rings true.
That day Her Majesty Mitsuki Bakugou and her husband fall.
The next week is Katsuki Bakugou's coronation as he rises to become the next king.
And Izuku leaves the palace in secret at the age of 22.
"Excuse me, sir, but do you mind telling me about this book?" A young voice calls out to him and Izuku turns his head.
"Oh, is that 'the lost paradise'?" Izuku smiles wide when he recognizes the red cover, "It's quite an adventure, it talks about the warrior All Might and his travels. The book is actually written by one of his fellow adventurers who accompanied him."
The girl's eyes sparkle as she looks down at the book with sudden admiration, "That sounds amazing! Sir, can I please have this book?" She holds it up to Izuku.
Izuku nods, "Of course!" His smile is sweet as he writes down a date on a small piece of parchment paper.
"Now, be sure to return it next week, okay?" He hands the book and the parchment back to her and the little girl practically beams.
"Ah, okay! Thank you!" She rushes off, and Izuku feels glad that he has met another young mind invested into the passion of books.
He watches her go, rush down the hill, before he finally returns to cleaning his counter. The surface looks pristine and Izuku can see his own reflection.
He smiles down at it.
Two years. Two years had passed since Izuku had fled the castle. He had left right before the bloodshed occurred, but he swore he could hear the late Queen scream even though he was miles away from the palace.
As soon as he left, he went to go search for his mother. He had been a few years too late, and now visits his darling mother Inko in the burial ground every year on her birthday.
But it was okay, he was fine. In fact, he had settled down nicely on the edge of the kingdom, where he was sure Kacchan would never search for him. He had opened up a small library, perfect for the public to use.
He had even met true love. Every day the most beautiful alpha in the world would bring him baskets full of flowers and treats that she had made herself. Her laugh was gorgeous and contagious. Her eyes sparkled whenever she looked at him. She doesn't mind that he has been already marked. She traces her fingers on all of Izuku's scars and heals them.
Her name was Ochako Uraraka and Izuku was sure he was going to marry her someday.
From behind his counter, Izuku watched the sun set. He wasn't sure if Katsuki was looking for him. He had heard nothing about the king's thoughts about Izuku's whereabouts. In fact, it seemed as though the young King was more focused on expanding outwards. In two years, Musutafu grew larger than it ever had in the last twenty.
Jobs had been plentiful under his rule and the poverty rate dropped immensely. Food was bountiful and everyone was happy under the new ruling.
Izuku had always known that Katsuki would make an excellent King.
But Katsuki wouldn't have made a good mate.
Not for him, at least.
There was a knock on Izuku's door, and he almost dropped his scrub. Of course, Ochako made plans with him to come here later tonight. He wrinkled his nose a bit at his current clothing, but nevertheless he made sure a big smile was on his face when he opened the door.
"Ochako! I didn't know you would be so early-" He stopped, cocking his head a little sideways and biting his lip. There was a stranger before him. They wore a long cloak and a hat that completely covered their hair.
Izuku squinted his eyes and he was about to open his mouth when the stranger look up and Izuku saw red eyes and oh-
"You didn't change at all, did you Deku?"
Izuku's jaw snapped shut, as he inhaled a scent that wasn't Ochako's. The familiar burn of ashes flooded around him.
'No,'
He watched as Kacchan took off the hat and threw it across the floor. The golden blonde hair that Izuku used to play with, now made him want to retch.
Hands shot out and pushed and Izuku was on the floor. Izuku thought he had gasped out a small 'kacchan' but he wasn't sure. The hands on his neck were getting tighter and tighter. He twitched on the floor, grabbing, scratching at the hands that held him down.
"I told you," Kacchan's voice shook, "I told you not to run away from me. You can't. You can't run away. I'll find you-I'll find you from hell and back," Izuku's vision was slowly starting to fade away when Katsuki loosened the pressure on his neck and breathed in his ear.
"Do you want to know why?" Lips pressed on his own and Izuku felt Katsuki run his fingers up and down Izuku's neck, feeling his marks.
Izuku's tears finally fell.
"Because you are mine."
When Katsuki is 20 he finally gets everything he ever wanted.
When Izuku is 25 he sees his freedom being ripped away from him all over again.