My Omega

Chapter 3

             Remastered: January 20th, 2025

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Lunch was always a chaotic affair in Class 1-A, but today, the air was thick with curiosity and excitement. The usual chatter of students devouring their food and talking about their latest training exercises had shifted into a buzz of speculation about the new transfer student. Izuku Midoriya, the quiet, mysterious figure who had arrived a few days ago, was the topic of conversation in every corner of the room.

As usual, Katsuki tried to ignore it, jamming his chopsticks into his rice with more force than necessary. He didn't care. He didn't care who Izuku was now, or what he had become. But the murmurs were getting louder, and every time he tried to block them out, his classmates' voices only grew more insistent.

"Hey, do you think Midoriya's really a transfer from America?" Kirishima asked, his voice full of wide-eyed enthusiasm.

"I heard his quirk is insane," Sero chimed in from across the table, leaning forward. "He took down a whole villain gang in America when he was, like, what? Twelve?"

"No way, really?" Denki's voice was barely contained, the excitement clear in his tone. "Man, I can't believe someone like him is here now. He's got to be the real deal."

Katsuki clenched his teeth, the sound of their words grating on his nerves. But even as he tried to shut it out, he could see the group of students gathered around Izuku, trying to pry answers from the quiet, reserved boy. Everyone was leaning in, eager to uncover the truth behind the mystery that surrounded him.

Izuku, who had been sitting in the corner of the room eating his lunch quietly, finally sighed and set his chopsticks down, seemingly tired of the constant questions.

"Alright, alright," he said, lifting his hand in a gesture that immediately silenced the group. His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable authority to it, as though he were finally deciding to set the record straight. "I guess I should clear a few things up."

The students leaned in, all eyes fixed on him. Even Katsuki couldn't stop himself from glancing over, though he tried to look like he wasn't interested.

"I wasn't born in America," Izuku continued, his green eyes scanning the room, as if gauging the reactions. "I was actually born in Japan. My family's originally from here. But... things happened, and we had to move when I was in fifth grade. My dad, well... he's the president of a pretty big hero association in the States, so it wasn't easy. We had to relocate because of some family difficulties. It wasn't my choice."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in.

Katsuki's stomach churned. The truth came crashing down on him like a wave he hadn't seen coming. His hand gripped the edge of the table, but his eyes remained on Izuku, watching as he carefully laid the rest of his history bare for everyone to hear.

"You're the president's son?" Mina asked, her voice a mixture of awe and surprise.

Izuku nodded, the faintest hint of something like an apology flickering across his features. "Yeah. My father's work has always been really demanding. And... well, I wasn't exactly given a choice when it came to moving. I didn't want to leave Japan, but that's just how it went. And the whole time I was gone, I kept training, kept working on my quirk, trying to make up for... everything."

Katsuki didn't want to care. He didn't want to be a part of this conversation. But the more Izuku spoke, the more the pieces clicked into place, unraveling a knot Katsuki hadn't realized he was still holding onto.

"So, you've been in America this whole time?" Jiro asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Izuku nodded again, his expression softer now, as if the weight of the past was too heavy to ignore completely. "I trained there. Took on a lot of hero work in the States, under my father's guidance. But, honestly, I wasn't much help for a while. I had a lot to learn. My quirk... it was hard to control. But I pushed myself." He looked down at his hands for a moment, like he was lost in a memory.

Katsuki's jaw tightened. So that's why he'd come back so strong. Izuku hadn't just been off doing... whatever. He'd been training, working hard, honing a quirk that was no longer the bumbling mess it had been when they were kids. The quiet, gentle Izuku he used to know was gone, replaced by a cold, calculated fighter. It made his blood boil.

"Wait, wait," Kaminari interjected, the confusion obvious on his face. "So... if you're the president's son, then how come you didn't, like, mention it before? You could've been a pro by now, right?"

Izuku glanced at the table, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I didn't want people to know. I didn't want them to treat me differently, or think that I was relying on my father's name to get ahead. I wanted to be here for my own reasons. To push myself. To make sure that no matter who my father was, I could stand on my own."

There was a long pause as his words settled into the air. Katsuki could feel the tension growing around the table, a ripple of respect spreading among the group. He knew what they were thinking—Izuku wasn't just some spoiled kid who had it easy. He'd worked for everything he had.

But for Katsuki, all he could hear was the raw edge of something he couldn't place. The old feeling, the ache of a connection that had never quite gone away, no matter how much he tried to bury it. Izuku's words—their implications—reminded him of all the things left unsaid between them. The pact they had made. The bond that had been forged in their childhood, one that felt like it was both ancient and ever-present.

"Wait," Bakugo finally growled, cutting through the tension with his usual blunt force. "So you're saying you came back because you wanted to be a hero? Like, really?"

Izuku looked at him, those piercing green eyes locking onto Katsuki's with an intensity that sent a jolt through his chest. "Yeah. I didn't come back just because of my dad. I came back because... I owe it to myself. I owe it to the people I care about. And I need to prove to myself that I'm not just a shadow of someone else's expectations."

The words hung in the air, charged with meaning, and for a moment, it felt like everything between them hung on that one unspoken promise.

But Katsuki couldn't let himself dwell on that, not when the anger was still simmering just beneath the surface. Prove it? Prove to who? To him?

"Then prove it." Katsuki snapped, his voice low but firm. "Prove you're not just some spoiled brat hiding behind his old man's name."

Izuku didn't flinch. Instead, he gave a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that spoke volumes. "I will."

Katsuki's chest tightened at the words, the challenge hanging in the air between them like a gauntlet thrown down at his feet. Izuku had changed. But there was one thing that hadn't. Their rivalry. Their connection. And it was still as strong as ever.