"I guess I'm not eating anything tonight... again," Izuku mumbled to himself, his voice barely above a whisper as he walked away from the rabbit hole he'd been watching for hours. There was nothing. No movement. No luck. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a proper meal.
The forest was quiet—too quiet. Every step he took felt heavier, not from exhaustion alone, but from the creeping dread of wandering so far with no clear direction. A thought struck him, sharp and sudden.
What if I've crossed into pack territory?
It wasn't unreasonable. He'd been moving blindly for days, and the deeper he ventured, the more unfamiliar the land became.
Suddenly, the wind picked up. The sky darkened above him, heavy with storm clouds. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
"I need to find shelter—fast."
Breaking into a run, he darted through the dense forest, ducking under branches and leaping over roots, adrenaline kicking in with every distant crack of thunder. Just as the first drops of rain began to fall, he stumbled upon the base of a mountain.
Frantic, he searched for any gap or opening—a hollow space big enough to fit his wolf form at the very least. Then, by sheer luck, he found one: a large cave, shadowed and deep, with plenty of nooks to crawl into and escape the cold.
Rain poured down in sheets just as he slipped inside.
A sharp breeze swept through the cave, brushing along his bare back and drawing a shiver from him. He padded quietly to the farthest corner, deeper and deeper until he reached a dead end nearly 100 meters in. It was dark, silent, and cold—but it was dry.
Collapsing onto the rough floor, he curled into himself and closed his eyes. Sleep pulled him under quickly, exhaustion winning over hunger and fear.
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The sun had barely risen when Bakugou heard his name being called through the tribal streets.
"Chief!"
He turned sharply, eyes narrowing as a guard sprinted toward him, breathless.
"What's the problem?" Bakugou growled, clearly annoyed. He had been on his way to the market—not for anything urgent, just for some peace and routine.
"I—I'm sorry for the disturbance, Chief," the guard panted, sweat beading on his forehead. "But... there's an intruder scent near the border."
Bakugou's irritation spiked. "Then spit it out the first time," he snapped. "Damn it."
So much for a quiet morning.
He assembled a small squad and set out toward the border himself. As the alpha with the sharpest sense of smell, it only made sense he took the lead. The scent was strange—not sweet like most omegas, but there was something warm about it. Something like cinnamon... but with an edge. It stood out.
The trail led them to the base of a mountain a short distance from the tribe's border.
Bakugou's eyes narrowed.
Whoever this was... they were afraid.
"Eijiro," he called, motioning to his top guard. "You're with me."
Eijiro Kirishima nodded and fell in beside him. Another alpha male, but loyal, calm, and more importantly—trustworthy. If the intruder was an omega, Bakugou needed someone who wouldn't react on instinct.
They entered the cave cautiously, guided only by the fading scent trail and the occasional drip of water echoing off stone walls. A few minutes in, they heard it: soft, almost childlike snores.
Bakugou held up a hand, signaling silence. They crept forward until the narrow corridor opened into a small cavern at the end.
And that's when they saw him.
A teenager—barely that, if at all—lay curled on the cave floor, green curls wild and matted. His bare back was covered in scars, the kind that told long, brutal stories. His body was far too thin, skin pale against the dim light of the cave entrance.
Bakugou reached out carefully, but the moment his fingers brushed skin, the boy jolted awake.
His eyes—wide, green, terrified—locked on theirs. Then panic.
He scrambled away, desperate to escape, limbs flailing on the rocky floor. When Eijiro tried to calm him, the boy shifted—shifted—into a small wolf with black and green fur, shaking uncontrollably.
Bakugou's heart stopped for half a second.
He can shift. only omegas can shift.
That wasn't possible. Male omegas had been declared extinct over twenty years ago. No one had seen one since.
The little wolf whimpered, trying to make himself smaller, tail tucked, eyes wild. Tears welled up in his animal form, and his breathing turned erratic. Every noise sent him into a panic.
"We don't have time," Bakugou muttered. "We need to move him."
He released a wave of calming pheromones, strong and steady. The change was immediate. The small wolf wobbled, then went limp, completely unconscious on Eijiro's shoulder.
They wrapped him carefully in a spare cloak and carried him back toward the tribe.
Every time someone nearby made a sound, the boy twitched awake. Bakugou had to keep releasing waves of pheromones just to keep him calm. It was like handling fragile glass. The slightest wrong movement, and he'd shatter.
He weighed next to nothing—light as a newborn. His body barely filled the cloak he was wrapped in.
Bakugou looked down at him, still unconscious, his breathing shallow but steady.
There were so many questions. Too many.
And he was going to get answers.
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help me / bakudeku omegaverse /
Fantasyizuku, 19, male omega, had always been alone, on the run from anyone and everyone because of the trauma he's experienced before. bakugou, 21, male alpha, is still looking an omega mate. he needs to get one soon too, otherwise his mother will take th...
