Little Flower •DekuBaku• /Completed/

Preparation

Emerald orbs fluttered open slowly, smiling softly as he reached for the Omega, only to come up short. He shot up, looking around the room only to see that the blond was gone. He growled in frustration, carding his fingers into his messy curls and pulling at the roots with a huff. Had the crimson eyed boy used him? Was he really just a quick fuck to the Omega? The blond was so sincere the night prior, perhaps he regretted their intimacy? He did seem like a virgin... Did he feel as if Izuku took advantage of the fact that he was drunk? His thoughts only seemed to make him angrier, wiping the tiredness from his eyes as he glanced over at the nightstand. There resided a beautifully made mask, small diamonds embedded into the red and black fabric tediously. What a minx. He smiled softly, grabbing onto the handcrafted item to bring it up to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent of caramel deeply like he was starved. "Who are you?" He asked softly, thumbing gently at the silk mindlessly. His eyes flickered to the window, gasping once he realized what time it was. He was going to be late. His parents were going to kill him.

Izuku threw the divine blanket off his nude body with a tired groan, standing with a stumble as he rushed to find his attire for the day. The man clumsily stepped into his pants, pulling his discarded button-up over his muscular shoulders and reaching to buckle his belt. "Fuck..." he sighed as he worked to button most of the buttons on his shirt, adjusting the collar as he glanced at his reflection in the pristine mirror across the room, stepping forward in an attempt to fix his messy hair. The greenette shook his head, sitting on the bed and pulling his clunky boots on, although he really didn't see the point in wearing them to the event. He preferred to duel barefoot, after all. He messily tied them up, strapping his sword in its rightful place on his belt and cursing in frustration at the red marks protruding from his shirt, just slightly visible at his collarbone. Damn it! He shook his head, curiously pulling his shirt off slightly and looking over his back. A series of deep, long scratches adorned his freckled skin, small bruises staining his flesh from where the Omega's feet were locked at his hips.

The display made him feel oddly proud, smirking when he remembered the marks he had left on the blond. Surely he'd be able to pick him out of the crowd from the purple marks embedded in his perfect neck. What were they even thinking? How had they spiraled into something so ravenous that quickly from just a bit of booze? Maybe they really were meant to be, their bodies reacted to one another so intimately. They fit together perfectly the night prior, their entire beings molding to the shape of each other. He smiled, fixing his shirt and pulling on his vest. Izuku carefully covered the hickeys with his clothing the best he could, grabbing what he needed and rushing out of his room towards the battle yard. He arrived slightly out of breath, glancing up from the stadium at the center stage where the royal family sat, watching as the Omegan prince sat staring at his suitors with a disgusted scowl. The blond rolled his eyes, turning his attention away and instead focusing on his neatly done nails. What a brat. Izuku shook his head, watching the prince's spoiled behavior. He much preferred his Omega over such an entitled wretch.

Several of the contestants conversed with each other while everyone in the crowd settled in their seats, Izuku heading towards the benches where he began taking off his boots. He had to at least make this look realistic. He quirked a brow when he looked up and saw the Omegan prince staring at him intently with a fiery glint in his crimson eyes, the Alpha shaking his head with an annoyed sigh and drawing his sword from its sheath on his hip, running his fingers over the cool metal before putting it back. "Izuku, honey!" A sweet voice called his name, eyes snapping to the plump form of his mother hanging on his father's arm. He internally rolled his eyes.

"Mother, father," he greeted starkly, setting his boots on the bench and standing. "Why are you two down here? Shouldn't you be with the other visiting royals?" He questioned, letting a faux smile tug at his lips.