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Toshinori wan't in tune with his traditions, but one could argue he just didn't know anything a traditional Alpha male should do when it comes to courting someone they like. The way society can treat someone by just their gender is appalling when they can't respect them equally or with common sense. His male peers are stuck-up and very simple-minded, so he's immensely grateful to have grown up with a sense of generosity and kindness, only amplified when he was granted One For All by his deceased Master.
That hasn't left him even after he's lost his powers.
Nor has his instincts when he hones in on one specific person in U.A.
Most of the teachers aren't blind, and find it impossible to not see it, to their recent addition having some kind of infatuation with their grumpy black baggy-clothed hero when he would enter the Teacher's workroom, or his obvious tunnel-vision eyes lingering further when Aizawa would sit opposite of Yagi where Present Mic would loudly greet his best friend. It's when Erasure had enough of it that he'd meet his gaze with sharp black beady eyes, and Yagi sputter blood and quickly duck down as a roaring blush rises from his skeleton face. He would miss the soft pink also blooming on Aizawa's face or the knowing grin on Present Mic's face but that's not his business.
As the months pass Yagi can't help but gravitate towards the stern man. No one knew this, but Aizawa, contrary to belief, is an Omega. But he didn't smell like one or appear like one, at all. Only Mic and Midnight know this, but Yagi became a recent add-on. It happened when the teachers went out that one rare night and before everyone could get there, only the four of them were all getting smashed. Aizawa looked to Yagi and seemed wary at first, but he let this information be heard to the thin man. Yagi felt he didn't deserve such personal information from the reserved man he worked with, but it wasn't like Aizawa said it to his face.
It was the Budda Statue who was told this anyway.
But this opened up their relationship even more and it gave Yagi a little confidence to approach Aizawa without fear of being mummified, though Aizawa told him he wouldn't do anything to him if he were Mic, because his closest friend wouldn't care if he got constricted. Yagi is sure to never let himself be manipulated by the Voice Hero.
Mic loves to fuck with Aizawa because he's one of two people that get under the grumpy man's skin. It's also amusing to see Aizawa express more than one or rarely two emotions. Mic is especially annoying when Yagi is in the room because he is aware of the crush Yagi harbors for his friend.
When the teacher's workplace was empty save for the two men, it's like a signal. For Present Mic to appear and do something to embarrass the both of them. Like when said Beta pulled all of Aizawa's hair out of his face into a bun to show off more of his jawline that gets curtained by those dark locks, and Yagi can't stop his eyes from drinking up the extremely rare sight. Or when Mic steals Aizawa's scarf to expose his neck and collarbone, or scuttle his long fingers along Aizawa's sides so that he can make a forbidden, strangled sound (he's ticklish too!?) and it almost always ends with Mic making a mad dash out of the room with Aizawa right on his heels. The speed those two have is incredible!
Yagi will have to buy the Voice Hero drinks for a while for his sacrifice. It was madness. The blonde didn't think he could sweat this much since his younger years in training. His Alpha side is truly awoken. It was strange, but he didn't care. And maybe that went a lot further than what he read in biology and romantic novels about finding your one true mate. He only hoped it'd be better timing when he would approach the grouchy Omega when his heart wouldn't beat his fragile ribcage and cough blood. He thought, soon. Maybe.
The following day didn't feel right. Yagi woke up with an awful migraine and feeling sore all over. The soreness was an old friend but the migraine is unusual. Well, maybe not, his body isn't was it used to be anymore. The heaviness in his limbs when he struggles out of bed is... odd. The lights are worst when he flicked them on for a split second before they're violently turned off. Bad day I guess, he sighs. He wish he could do the same for the rising sun as he got dressed, ate a small breakfast, and walked down to the main campus.
When he opens the door to the employees room, Midnight is in his face. Yagi yelps, not only by the invasion of his personal being broken, but suddenly having his neck being violated as well. Somehow with lightning speed Yagi could not see, his tie is all but thrown off as his hard work in getting it the proper way it should look (thanks to an online video tutorial) is now back to square one, untied in two long strips and white button-up shirt ripped open to expose a long, bare, tan neck and collarbone where Midnight is inhaling right on his scent gland.
"Wah, Midnight! Wha-" He shoves at her shoulders but she's stronger than she looks, not budging. The Alpha female growls low in her throat and bares her teeth.
"MIDNIGHT!"
She raises her head at her friend on the other side of the room, her posture growing slump, almost submissive, when a sharp glare is all she gets from Aizawa before giving Yagi his much needed space. The blonde is crimson red from head to neck, pupils gone in the black abyss of his scleras. He gasps air and found the time to remember how important breathing is as he clutched his booming heart.
"You okay?" Yagi looks up and nearly jumps when Aizawa just appears next to him with a cup of steaming tea. When did he make it? Maybe when he got sidetracked? "Y-yes! A little shocked but nothing to worry about." Yagi said.
"Oh my god, Yagi, I'm so sorry!!" Squealed Nemuri. "I should've told you I have a thing for Alphas!" Yagi yelped and leapt behind Aizawa at the given information. He was still wary but it seems Nemuri has control over herself because she looks nothing like she did a few minutes ago. She looks guilty and on the verge of tears, but the blonde is just too shocked to comfort her right now.
"It's not your fault, Nemuri, this idiot shouldn't have come to work at all." Aizawa voiced, throwing a scolding glare at Yagi. The tall man yipped at the sudden backlash and sputters, "What!? I-I didn't-"
"You're going into rut."
Yagi stops and blinks. Oh.
"I smelled you even before you walked in here. And thanks to you stinking up the place, teachers and students will be a pain to deal with." Giving him no time to think, Aizawa turns Yagi around and throws open the door, guiding the taller man out as they head to the medical bay. "Nemuri, take my place. Don't do anything stupid." "Ye of little faith, Zawa~" The Omega grumbles and drags Yagi out to see Recovery Girl.