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Walking into the large science building his physics class was taking place in, Midoriya’s eyes sparkled, excited for the beginning of the new school semester.
It was the second semester of his first year of college, a real feat considering his situation in life.
But none of that mattered now, standing in front of the door to his new classroom he took a deep breath before entering the doors to his first class of the day.
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Okay, so maybe a physics class followed by calculus then a psychology class might not have been the smartest idea, but while on his way to his last class of the day (an art class) he couldn't help the small skip in his step.
Classes ended for Midoriya at 2:30, leaving him plenty of time to at least start if not finish his homework before the cafeteria opened for dinner.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally closed the door to his dorm room, kicking off his shoes and tossing his bag onto his bed.
“Long day?” His roommate asked, glancing over at the greenette from one of the desks in the room.
“A little,” Izuku answered, “I guess it just didn't click for me until today just what I signed up for,” he explained.
“Isn't that the truth?” His roommate replied to him before going back to his homework.
Soon enough found Midoriya sitting against the wall on his bed tapping away at the keyboard on his laptop. Thankfully his math homework was a piece of cake for him. He praises his natural ability to figure out calculations in his head quickly as he started his physics homework.
A couple of hours later, the only work Midoriya had left to do was his art homework. Deciding this was a good stopping place, he closed his laptop and stretched his arms upward.
Looking across the room to where he had last seen his roommate, he was mildly surprised to see that the other man had left. Midoriya briefly wondered how long the other had been gone before finally standing.
In a way, he was rather grateful that his roommate had left. Making his way to the conjoining bathroom in their dorm, the greenette reached into his designated cupboard before grabbing a mismarked bottle of suppressants.
Somehow he had gotten lucky in the fact that his roommate hadn’t asked him about the pills that Midoriya took every morning before breakfast and every evening before dinner.
He didn’t like having to constantly take suppressants to hide the fact that he was an omega, but it was what had to be done. If for any reason he didn’t take them, then he risked the very heavy, very real chance that someone would pick up on his very omegan scent. Even worse, if he stopped taking his medicine he would risk the chance of having a forced heat.
Much to the contrast of everyone's beliefs - except his mother of course - Midoriya was an omega disguised as a beta.
Midoriya presented as an omega at 15, thankfully in the safety of his home. If he had presented while in public he would have been taken away from his mother and his life and would’ve been put into the custody of the government. Usually, when that happened, those omegas were never heard of or seen again.
The thought made the greenette shiver as he tossed the pill into his mouth, followed by a sip of water to help wash it down.
Unfortunately when Midoriya was younger, he looked up omegas online to see if he could find anything about them after he had presented as one. Apparently, a facility exists that Midoriya had never even heard of before. A rehabilitation center for alphas that were prone to either violence or falling into a feral state of mind.
Midoriya could only guess that that was where many of the omegas who have presented have gone. It was no secret that omegas were pretty much the only way to get an alpha to fully calm down.
Something to do with the pheromones an omega gave off that were able to calm a raging alpha. Midoriya had no idea how, but he had no reason to think it wasn’t true.
Sighing, Midoriya looked at himself in the mirror.
He never quite liked the way he looked. He looked like an omega and was constantly afraid that someone would ask him about it.
He couldn’t be more grateful for the baggy clothes he was able to wear that hid his figure, from his wide hips to his somewhat narrow waist. He was glad for his broad shoulders that gave him the appearance of a more filled-out figure.
The other thing the baggy clothes hid was his chest, another thing that was useful for alphas.
Omegas lactated. Or they used to, it was actually a pretty rare thing anymore for an omega to be able to lactate (except for after pregnancy of course).
This made Midoriya special, but also caused him a great amount of grief. He was one of the rare few omegas who could produce milk.
When it first happened, he freaked out, thinking that something was wrong with his body. Though when he found out what it was and why it was happening, it only furthered his disdain for his second gender.
Lifting his pale green shirt labeled “flannel”, he checked the wrappings around his chest. He tended not to produce milk too much in one day, but every so often he would find himself in a class filled with more alphas than usual and it would get his body producing more than usual. Thankfully that hadn't happened today as he looked at the white bandages that looked as dry as they did when he first put them on.
Well, now that he had somehow managed to depress himself thinking about all this omega bs, he might as well head to dinner while he still had his appetite.
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A week had since passed from his first day of the spring semester.
He would say that school has been hell, but he couldn't have been happier to be there.
Today his schedule was a little less hectic than his Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he had his English history class and a writing class.
He was sitting on his bed, doing some last-minute adjustments to an assignment due next week before he had to go to his first class of the day. Tuesdays and Thursdays were always his favorites, mainly because he only had two classes compared to four and he got to sleep in until 8:30 before his first class at 10.
Going over his mental checklist, he couldn't think of anything that he might’ve forgotten while leaving his dorm building.
Arriving at his class 15 minutes early, he quietly set up his things on his desk before taking out his phone and checking the time.
A strange heavy sensation was starting to take root in his stomach. It wasn't something that Midoriya was used to and he wasn't too sure what to make of it, but as long as it didn't get worse he wouldn't worry too much about it.
It got worse. Gradually throughout the class, the heaviness became more prevalent and his lower gut started to get warmer.
He almost asked the professor if he could leave class earlier, but checking the time once more he saw there were only 10 more minutes of class, he could handle that. And he did, but only barely.
Heading back to his dorm after class, he decided that if he was getting sick, it might not have been a good idea to go to his next class. So he stayed in his dorm and tried googling what might have been happening.
The search results appalled him.
A heat? But, how? Why?
Didn’t he take a suppressant pill that morning? Could it be that that's what he forgot about? But how could that be, he was always so diligent with this and it's been four years of making this a habit, how could he forget now?
What could he do? His mom was at least a couple of hours away in the next city over and there was no on-campus he could trust wouldn't report him.
How could he have been so stupid as to forget to take his medication?
What if his roommate came back early?
As if reading his mind, the doorknob turned and his roommate stepped in. At least the other man was a beta.
“Hey, are you alright? You look a little pale, are you sick or something?” the other boy asked. Frowning when Midoriya didn't answer, the beta walked closer to the greenettes bed, sniffing the air to try and see if the other was sick or not.
Unfortunately, by doing that, the beta could smell the beginnings of a pre-heat.
“Wait, please, no,” Midoriya managed to get out as watched his roommate rush out of their room, presumably to get a house parent.
More and more the greenettes mind started to muddle together, pretty soon he wasn't able to get a grasp on much of his surroundings or what was happening around him.
He could tell when his roommate got back and that there was someone else there. Someone was speaking to him, but when he couldn't answer he was picked up.
He wasn’t able to process much more of the situation because as soon as he felt himself leave the building he blacked out.
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The next time Midoriya felt himself waking up, he was unbearably uncomfortable. He was hot and in pain and felt excruciatingly empty. He was wet and everything was too bright. The clothes he was still wearing were constricting and were rough against his sensitive skin.
He whined out in desperation.
He didn’t know what was happening or what he should be doing. The only time he went through a heat was when he had first presented, since then his suppressants had done their job in keeping his heats away.
He couldn't believe he had been so careless. What would happen to him now?
“Hey, he’s awake” Someone in the room announced, drawing the attention of some of the other people in the room.
“He shouldn’t be awake yet, we need him back asleep for another couple of days” Came another voice, answering in a way that would have sent fear shooting down Midoiyas spine if he was coherent enough to process anything.
He barely noticed when a needle was shoved in his arm or why he was starting to feel drowsy again.
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The next time Midoriya woke up he was in the same room as before. Thankfully the heat that was raging in his core had considerably died down but was still alive enough for him to feel uncomfortable still.
He was relieved to know the heat had left enough for him to be able to think coherently.
Where was he even?
The room he was in looked like a doctor's office, just more empty. There was only a sterile, white table, a cabinet, and the bed he was laying on.
Was this…. where the government takes other omegas? Has he been taken already? Of course, he did, he had a heat while in the dorm, he got caught.
But that doesn’t exactly tell him what was happening now.
He laid on the hard bed for a while, trying to figure out how bad this situation would be when he heard the door to his room being unlocked and opened.
Trying not to panic internally, he turned his head slightly in time to see a beta woman in a long white lab coat holding a clipboard walk through the door.
“Izuku Midoriya” The woman stated, not even looking at the omega laying frozen on the bed.
A long second passed before the woman finally looked up from her papers, a hint of annoyance shining through her features as she again questioned, “Izuku Midoriya?”
Hesitantly, Midoriya nodded, keeping his eyes trained on the beta.
“And you're 19?” again he nodded.
“Come with me” The woman demanded before leaving the room.
Huffing out a tired sigh, Izuku slowly heaved himself up to a sitting position. Trying to push off of the bed, his legs buckled causing him to fall back. Trying once more, he was able to balance himself on his two feet.
Hurrying as best he could on his shaky legs, he followed the beta without question, even though he really should've been asking questions.
Taking him to another room, Midoriya let them take his fingerprints and record his height and weight, all the time staying silent as they did so. Eventually, Midoriya finally decided to speak up.
“Um, wh-where am I?” he managed to stutter.
Looking at him with a poorly hidden look of disgust, the woman thought for a minute before finally giving the fearful omega an answer.
“The Rehabilitation Center for Alphas”
Well, that just made Midoriya even more afraid.
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Before Midoriya knew it, he was forcefully bathed and put into a change of new clothes before being thrown into a room filled with the scent of alphas.
He was beyond terrified. The people here hadn’t given him any explanations and after the one answer he did get, he was afraid to ask anything else knowing he wouldn't like the answers. Maybe he should’ve asked anyway, then he would at least know where he was now.
He guessed he should be relieved there was no one in the large room with him, but that probably wouldn't last for long. It looked similar to a cafeteria.
He felt so self-conscious and exposed. Not only is he still recovering from the worst of his heat, but the outfit they put him in was absolutely mortifying. A pair of short spandex shorts and a band around his chest, probably to keep him from possibly dripping milk on the floor. He sincerely hoped that he would stay alone in the large room, but he had no such luck.
An alarm sounded somewhere above, causing him to look up at the one-way mirrors shining back his reflection.
Fearing the worst, Izuku ran and ducked underneath the closest table as he heard doors he hadn't noticed earlier open.
Midoriya could smell that only alphas were flooding into the room, some already growling, most likely because they could smell him.
The greenette bit his lip as he tried his best to not make any sounds. Either way, it didn't seem to matter because the alphas seemed to surround the table he was under pretty quickly.
All the omega could hear was growling and the beckoning of the alphas surrounding the table, some had even gotten down on their knees and had tried to forcibly pull him out from under the table.
Scurrying back even more, Midoriya didn't even notice the alpha that was reaching out behind him until his arm was grabbed and he was finally pulled out and into the arms of a strange and possibly feral alpha. The omega couldn't help but whine in distress, fearing what the alpha would no doubt do to him.
Instead of any of the degrading things he was thinking of, the alpha just ran, growling and grunting to the others as he did so. Midoriya squeezed his eyes shut, not particularly wanting to know or see anything that was about to happen. Because of that, he didn’t see the other three alphas following behind the one carrying him.
Almost too quickly the sounds of the angry alphas had quieted as a door closed behind him. Expecting to be dropped, Midoriya braced himself for the impact but instead was gently set down onto something soft and warm.
Chancing a peek at his surroundings, the greenette opened an eye slightly. The first thing he noticed was the dim and pleasant lighting filling the room. There wasn't much in the room, but he did see that the lights were coming from lanterns strategically placed around the room. A couple of shelves lined around the walls as well, holding blankets and some pillows while others held little knick-knacks, probably sentimental objects.
Opening his eyes fully, he saw the area he was placed on.
There were no traditional beds in the room, instead, there was one big nest in the center of the room - which he was laying on now. They were some of the softest blankets he had ever felt.
Slowly running a hand over one of the blankets, he gripped it and pulled it over himself, trying to maintain any sense of modesty he may still have. It was a pretty purple blanket, he kinda liked it.
A grunting noise threw him out of his sense of false calm as he quickly gripped the blanket up over his chest as snapped his head up, meeting not one, not two, but four sets of eyes all staring at him in interest and… was that confusion? Maybe even a little concern?
Wait, was their room, their den?
All four pairs of eyes seemed to bore into his soul, but the confusing thing was that none of the strange alphas seemed to make a move to get closer to him.
Midoriya took turns looking at each of them.
One with blonde hair and a pair of bright red eyes that glared into his soul.
Another with black hair and red at the tips with an equally as red pair of eyes.
One with white and red hair strangely parted down the very middle of his head, paired with mismatching eyes. One blue and the other gray. This alpha seemed to be concerned about him the most though he just seemed to stare blankly at him, it was kinda disconcerting.
Lastly, the final alpha had violet hair and lighter violet eyes. He looked as though he hadn't slept in ages as he too looked at him in confusion.
What were they going to do to him?