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Izuku smiled, lavender filled their bedroom as Bakugo pulled him closer against his chest. The Omega’s positioned between his partner’s legs as the Alpha gently rubbed his baby bump.
“What about Kou?”
Bakugo nuzzled his nose into Izuku’s neck, brushing lightly against one of his scent glands, “nah.”
The pair found out today that they were expecting a little baby boy, causing the Omega to all but demand they pick out a name immediately.
“Well, we can’t just call him pup.” Izuku sighed.
The Alpha hummed, “I like Izuku,”
He rolled his eyes, “what about Haru? Since spring can symbolize a new start and this is a new adventure for us.”
The blonde released his own pheromones – cinnamon swirled with lavender, but didn’t overpower it. “It’s perfect. Like his mama.”
The Omega leaned further back, smiling as strong arms wrapped a bit tighter around him, nose still pressed against his neck. The moment was perfect. They were happy, their pup was healthy and now had a name, nothing could ruin things, but then Izuku’s thoughts started to spiral. He started to pick apart everything he just felt was perfect, overthinking quickly taking over his mind.
“Kacchan –” Izuku started to fidget with his hands, distress rippled off his shoulders.
Bakugo slid out from behind him, making sure they were face-to-face, wrapping his large hands around smaller ones. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“What if,” he sniffled, tears ran down his freckled cheeks, “what if he’s like me?”
The Alpha didn’t know what his husband meant, of course he wanted their pup to be like him. Izuku’s kind, generous, and forgiving (he knew from firsthand experience). The Omega gave his all to everything that he did and had been one of the greatest things to happen to him. He told all of this to Izuku, reassuring him just how amazing their pup, their Haru, would be if he was anything like his dam.
“What if he’s quirkless? Or an Omega?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, but loud enough to be heard.
The ash blonde tried to get his thoughts together, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly because nothing seemed like the right thing to say. Sure he had thought about it, thought about the various possibilities, but regardless of how things could turn out, he just wanted their pup to be happy and healthy.
“Several Omegas have become pro heros, many of them have powerful quirks, but what if he’s both…like me? You wouldn’t be able to pass your agency to him or be a father-son duo. Not to mention if he’s a quirkless Alpha, everyone will think your genes were wasted.” Izuku words all trailed quickly after one another, thankfully the Alpha was used to the greenette’s muttering that he could easily keep up. “It will be said that you should have gotten with someone with a powerful quirk, with someone that had more to offer your pups. Someone like Shoto, he’s the ideal Omega afterall, not me. Not some quirkless Omega who can only give you pups with weak or no quirks at all.”
It wasn’t uncommon for magazines or fan sites to hold polls for best Alpha/Omega within the pro-hero sphere and the same goes for people pairing certain heroes together or shipping them as many of their fans called it. So of course, being within the Top Five, Bakugo’s name was frequently involved and the Omega he was constantly paired with: Todoroki Shoto. The Alpha had always hated the polls and shipping, always found it more annoying than anything else especially when it interfered with patrols having fans try to get perfectly timed photos of two heroes they like together. But he hated them even more now hearing his mate’s insecurities wrapped around those stupid polls.
Bakugo pulled Izuku into his chest, trying his best to calm his Omega, but he already knew once he got something stuck in his head, it was difficult to just pull him out. As much as he hated it, there was nothing he could do about what fans said and their PR teams swore they were innocent and not hurting anyone. How could they say that when Izuku reeked of distress, worrying about what a bunch of shitty extras thought?
“I don’t know exactly how you feel,” the blonde ran his fingers through green curls, “but what I do know is that no matter what his sub-gender is, whether or not he has a quirk, he’ll be a perfect fit in our little family.”
“You really think so?” Izuku sniffled, teary emerald eyes looked up into carmine ones.
He placed a kiss on his forehead, “I know so.”
* * *
“Mama?” Haru calls from the backseat.
“Yes, Haru.”
“Will Papa like my boots?” The three year-old pup gleefully kicks his feet, wearing the yellow rainboots Grandma Inko gave him a few weeks ago. He fell in love with them, wears them regardless of the weather and Izuku has had to slip them off after Haru’s fallen asleep.
“I think he’ll love them.” Izuku looks in the rearview mirror and can’t help but smile as he looks at their son. He really is the perfect mix of the two of them: messy blonde curls, red eyes and freckles that dance across his skin.
Their destination is only a short 30 minutes from their house, one they make every second and fourth weekend of the month, but it always flies by with his pup in the car. Maybe it’s because much like his dam, he rambles off a million things that cross his mind or questions he comes up with. Or maybe it’s from the memories he’s thrown into when his emerald green eyes meet the carmine red ones in the backseat.
The car is barely in park when he hears the pup trying to undo the car seat buckle. He’s starting to whine, crocodile tears in his eyes as he frantically kicks at the back of the passenger’s seat. It’s said that Haru gets his flair for dramatics from his dam. “Mama, want out!”
Izuku tries to unbuckle the three-year-old but ends up kicked in the arm before he lets out a deep breath. “Haru, stop.” The Omega’s voice is firm, but still tender as he releases lavender scented pheromones to calm him; Haru stops and wipes his eyes with his tiny fists.
Once the eager pup is free from the restraints, he tries to scramble out of the car. Izuku gives him a stern look before lifting him out of the car, telling him to wait there while he reaches across the seat to grab his bags.
“Papa! Papa!” The pup, clearly already having forgotten his dam’s instructions, races off when he sees spiky blonde hair walking toward the car. Haru lets out a high pitched squeal as his face is peppered with kisses, the pup lets out sweet peppermint pheromones uncontrollably. He’s only weeks shy of his fourth birthday which is going to be a big one for the pup. Not only will he (hopefully) manifest a quirk, but he’ll also present, though Izuku’s almost certain he’s an Omega.
“I missed you, buddy!” Katsuki presses his nose into the pup’s curls, taking in his scent. He just got back from an overseas mission that got extended by two weeks, meaning it’s the first time he’s seen his pup in a little over a month.
“Missed Mama too?” Blonde curls brush the bottom of Katsuki’s jaw as red doe-eyes look up at him innocently.
The Alpha is used to his son catching him off guard with various questions at any moment, but this leaves him frozen. Carmine eyes darts to Izuku who seems to be handling the question better than he is – but that’s nothing new. The Omega has always been the calm to his storm.
Of course he missed Izuku, misses him, present tense actually, but he can’t say that. Not aloud for little ears to hear and ask too many questions that he doesn’t have the answers to. He’s the one who agreed to the divorce after all.
The blonde Alpha watched the stress that being with a Top Three Pro Hero caused his Omega. Saw how the baseless rumors and tabloid articles chipped away at the embodiment of sunshine. He watched the love of his life turn into someone he didn’t know, didn’t recognize, and how he slowly withdrew into himself. So when the Omega asked to end things, asked for them to find a way to raise Haru together in a healthier environment, he signed the paperwork immediately.
“Mama missed Papa!”
It’s Izuku’s turn to panic, he glances between Haru and Katsuki, a soft smile on his lips. Yes, he does miss his – the Alpha; he was all of Izuku’s firsts and more after all. Divorce always makes a situation sound dirty, instantly filling the atmosphere with thoughts of infidelity, loss of love or maybe even hatred.
That isn’t the case for those two, no, they love each other as much as they did after Katsuki’s awkward high school confession at their graduation. They still love each other in the same tender way they had the first night they breathlessly said ‘I love you’ as they clung to each other under shared bed sheets.
But sometimes love isn’t enough, sometimes love can be suffocating or act more like a simple bandage on an opened wound. For the pair, the timing just isn’t working anymore, their polarizing lifestyles no longer blend together, but divide them like oil and water.
“Haru,” Izuku calls out, clearing his throat so the crack in his voice is masked. “Give Mama a kiss so you and Papa can go play.”
The pup starts to squirm in his sire’s arms to be let down and once he is, he rushes into Izuku’s legs. His Mama squats down, wrapping his arms around the young boy, scenting him which just causes Haru to whine that he’s too old to be scented like a “baby”. Izuku just giggles, sending him back to Katsuki.
The Omega hands Katsuki Haru’s overnight bag and tiny backpack, familiar fingers grazing each other during the exchange. Time stops, carmine eyes lock onto emerald ones, both filled with pleas to go back, back to when their pup was first born and Izuku caught Katsuki crying over how little his hands were. To go back to when Haru said his first words and when he started walking and the Alpha blew up the plastic truck the pup had tripped on.
For those few minutes, the three feel like a family again, not that either will say it aloud. Nor will they admit just how hard it is not to fall back into each other’s arms. Katsuki’s the first to break eye contact, he always does because if he doesn’t he won’t be able to let the Omega go again. He’d pull him tightly in his arms and take his family far away, to a place where they can just be Katsuki and Izuku, where all that matters is how much they love each other.
It had been wishful thinking on both their parts to think that the world outside of their family and friends would be so accepting of their relationship, of their dynamic. Society still holds a lot of prejudice to things they don’t understand like how some are quirkless and how quirkless genes mix with powerful quirks – so it comes to no surprise that their relationship is under scrutiny. Maybe in some alternative universe, some dimension where quirks aren’t a thing, things could be different.
“See you Sunday.” Izuku’s words pull the Alpha from his thoughts, a hint of longing tangled within them.
“Yeah. Sunday.” Reality crashes back into him as he swallows the lump in his throat, as he watches the greenette wave at him and their pup before leaving. Call him a cliche, but it never gets easier to watch a piece of his heart drive away.