My Omega

Chapter 18

Remastered: January 20th, 2025

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The morning after the confrontation with Lorenzo, Katsuki woke to a world that felt colder than usual, as though the sun had barely risen high enough to burn through the fog in his mind. The events of last night were still too fresh, too raw, and the taste of adrenaline lingered on his tongue. His thoughts were a blur, caught between the echoes of old wounds and the sharper sting of Izuku's protection. Every fiber of his being screamed to push the feeling away—to bury it deep down and pretend like everything was normal. But there was no escaping it. Not anymore.

Katsuki hadn't slept much, and when he had, the nightmares had come. Flames. Ashes. The sound of crumbling walls. The crack of a fist against bone. But beneath it all, there was something darker—something that made his chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with physical pain. It was a fear he'd never known before. The vulnerability that had washed over him when Izuku had torn through the chaos to save him, the helplessness of realizing that for all his strength, there were things beyond his control.

The weight of it, the heat of it, pressed on his chest like a vice. He hated it. Hated the way it made him feel small. Weak.

U.A. High was suffocating today.

The buzz that usually filled the room was gone. The usual noise of students—laughing, gossiping, planning—was eerily absent. Instead, there was a heavy silence that blanketed the room like a storm cloud. It was suffocating, and Katsuki's skin crawled with the tension in the air. The students were here, but something had shifted, something dark and undeniable. Even Kirishima and Kaminari, typically the loudest in the room, were subdued, their glances darting nervously from one corner of the room to the other, as if they could sense it too.

Katsuki sat at the back, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze fixed on the window as if it would offer him some escape. But it didn't. His mind kept returning to the events of last night, replaying them over and over like a broken record. He could still feel the sting of Izuku's hands on him, his fierce, unwavering presence. He hated how much he craved it. How much he needed it. And yet, despite everything, there was a part of him that couldn't accept it.

Across the room, Izuku sat with the same quiet intensity. He was there, but somehow distant. His posture was stiff, his eyes narrowed as he stared ahead. His usual warmth had been replaced with something colder, something sharp. He was no longer the open, earnest Izuku that Katsuki had known. No, this was an Izuku on edge, watching, waiting for something to happen. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white. The tension radiating from him was palpable, the air thick with it. Katsuki's skin prickled, and despite himself, his gaze kept drifting back to the Alpha across the room. The distance between them felt insurmountable.

But the moment their eyes locked, the electric pull was back. The heat between them flared, sharp and undeniable, a fire that neither of them could extinguish. Katsuki looked away first, his chest tightening as if the very act of acknowledging that heat was enough to ignite something darker within him.

Then, Aizawa's voice cut through the silence, harsh and cold. "Listen up."

Katsuki snapped to attention, his stomach twisting with the sharp, foreboding tone that laced Aizawa's words. The room fell into an unnatural stillness, every student's eyes fixed on the tired, unyielding teacher. Aizawa was always serious, but today, there was a palpable weight in the air that made his words feel like a warning.

"We've got a situation," Aizawa continued, his voice low but stern. The words themselves were enough to send a chill through the room.

Katsuki's heart skipped a beat. Izuku's body went stiff in his seat, his eyes narrowing further, fists tightening. Katsuki could feel the tension radiating off of him, the intensity of the Alpha's presence like a raw power that threatened to burst. Something was coming. Something worse than they could have anticipated.