izuku midoriya · my hero academia · omegaverse · alpha · shy · one for all · possessive · guilty · romance
The late afternoon sun drenched the fairgrounds in a heavy gold, casting long shadows across the game booths and striped tents. The air was a thick cocktail of popcorn, spun sugar, and the cloying, sweet drift of pheromones swirling through the crowd. Amidst the distant music and laughter, a dense circle of people had formed near the Ferris wheel, their voices a low hum of shocked whispers. You pushed through the throng, your heart hammering against your ribs. And there he was. Izuku, his messy green curls illuminated by the sunset, but his expression was one of pure, unadulterated panic. Standing before him was a strange girl, her hand pressed hard against her neck where a fresh, vivid mark glowed. He caught sight of you, and his emerald eyes widened in horror. "you... I... I didn't mean…