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The idea came like lightning.
As Shoto’s father and his current alpha protector, he could demand a good old fashioned Trial by Combat if he felt that his current alpha was unworthy of his son, which he most certainly wasn’t. (The little shit already had a fucking omega! Shoto would not, absolutely not, be settling for anything less than first if Enji had anything to say about it!)
It was an old tradition, but after looking through a good portion of Japanese Law, Enji found that it wasn’t illegal in the slightest. It had to be one of those laws that had just been assumed was illegal.
The Trial by Combat was simple. Enji could put that little Mini-Might up against however many young alpha’s that Enji could conceivably find, and he would have to defeat every single one of them to remain Shoto’s alpha.
All Enji had to do was find a few dozen or so alpha teenagers to throw at Midoriya as cannon fodder, let them brawl it out, and Shoto would eventually be with whoever finished Midoriya off. Enji would just have to put the weaker, less worthy ones at the front to tire Midoriya out and get the better bred alphas closer to the end.
Technically, Midoriya could bring in outside help from family, other Midoriya’s, but near so far as Enji was aware, Midoriya was an only child with no father in the picture. He had nobody to call for aid.
And so, the planning began.
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“A Trial by Combat?” Asked Ochako. “How is that even legal ?”
“It’s never been put on the books after the civil rights act, it was just sort of assumed that it would never happen again,” Jiro said, sighing. “I mean, my Great Grandma won my Great Grandpa with Trial by Combat way back when, so…It hasn’t exactly been centuries since it was a ‘thing’.”
“What does it matter?” Asked Kirishima. “We’re heroes! We’ve fought against worse than a bunch of nobody suitors, we can totally help him win it!”
“Not that easy, shit-for-hair,” Said Bakugou, leaning on Midoriya’s desk. “Only blood and alphas can put in a fight. You all might be kumbaya about friends being family and whatever, but the rules are written in stone. Relatives and alphas only.”
“How many did he put you up against?” Iida asked, concerned.
“Around thirty, and counting.” Midoriya said, his forehead firmly on the table. “He’s trying to find every eligible alpha he can find.”
“So, where’s Todoroki-kun during all this?” Asked Tokoyami, leaning over from where he sat behind Midoriya.
“Currently? Shouting into his phone with his father,” Midoriya said, sighing. “It seems that as long as Shou isn’t with me, Endeavor is happy, regardless of whoever else Shou ends up with. I just...I wish I could prove to him that I’m a good fit for him, but…Unnngh…” His fluffy green head hit the table with a resounding thunk as he lifted and fell back down.
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Midoriya wasn’t sure if he should train more and gain more experience for the event, or to train less and save his energy. No hero gear would be allowed, so all Midoriya had to wear for the occasion was his U.A Uniform and is shoes. He hoped that maybe seeing the uniform of a top tier hero school would intimidate some of the weaker alphas and get him a pass on a good six or seven of the thirty-four that Enji had scrounged up to challenge Midoriya for Shouto’s hand.
Enji had rented out an entire heroes training gym just for the day, and a three others in case the first one was rendered unusable from the fighting.
Midoriya was about to square up. He wore his collar loosely, intending to use his bare alpha scent to intimidate the weaker ones or hopefully enrage the stronger ones into making fatal mistakes.
The gym was an oval shape, much like the U.A Sports Fesitval arena, though this was closed-topped and had fewer viewing stands and no media circus. In front of him was the start of a long conga line of alphas, all vying for Shoto’s favor. Behind him in the viewing stands was the entirety of Class 1-A and a fair few from Class 1-B, cheering him on. To his direct right stood the Todoroki family, Natsuo, Fuyumi, Shoto, and Enji. Touya and Rei, Shoto’s other brother and his mother, weren’t there to attend. The three that were there would rule on whether or not the fights were concluded, and would argue for or against Midoriya.
Though he knew that Shoto’s siblings would be consistently ruling in his favor, fact was that this would be a long and considerable process. Even if he was given all the advantages in the world, the chances of him winning were slim. Regardless, he had to take it. He wouldn’t be losing Shoto to some meat-brained alpha with an eye on his pedigree and name.
The first of Midoriya’s challengers wasn’t weak by any measures, but Midoriya had more training. This guy was more than likely in his last year of middle school.
“Hey! Are you really gonna beat on a guy half your-er, wait. He totally is your size!” A loud shout came across the training yard.
All eyes went to the doors of the arena space, and there stood a tall, young, white-haired teenager with a shaved, closed-cropped hairstyle, an X carved into the side of his head. His eyes were as pale and blue as a winter sky, and his skin the same porcelain white. He grinned, and behind him trailed two other young men, one with an identical face but a shagger mop on his head, and a green-haired young man with pale yellow eyes and a yellow lightning bolt in his hair, and a young woman with curly blonde hair, bright green eyes and peach-like complexion (dressed in a forest green victorian lolita dress), and two little boys at their heels.
Midoriya’s brain almost stalled, his mind frantically running back and forth. More challengers? No, they looked like Todoroki cousins...More judges? No, they’d have been here earlier.
A stiff breeze from the air conditioning wafted their scents from the door to Midoriya, and he got a big whiff of them. Alpha’s, all five of them, and relations to him with the same baseline scent as Midoriya himself. His children.
“What up, chups!?” The leading white-haired teen shouted. “We’re the Midoriya Siblings, commin’ at cha from the year 20XX, here to fight for our mother’s right to marry our dad!!”