✓ The Regulars (BakuDeku, Omegaverse)

✴Chapter 5✴

"He taught me how to love, but not how to stop"

-Anonymous

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     A week or two passed, leaving Izuku worried sick. It would only be so long before Shoto would mark him. Another two weeks or so until the forced marking. Only a few months before a wedding Izuku never wanted. Only a year or less before they ask for heirs to the throne. 

     The thought alone led Izuku vomiting all over the pristine floors. His personal servant was there, Tenya Iida. Tenya was a Shoto's head servant before Shoto assigned him to Izuku. 

     Tenya, despite his forced placement, felt a great care towards Izuku. Heck, he even considered the two friends.

     "Prince!" Tenya exclaimed, eyes going wide in shock. He quickly called for a physician and maids. 

     Izuku just waved him off as he wiped his forehead coated with sweat. His clothes were uncomfortable, tight around.... well, everywhere. He could swear that his waist was as thin as Momo's, if not thinner. The dress was thick, layered- impossible to walk in. His shoes shouldn't be considered shoes but stilts. The red fabric was deep, covered to the brim with gems- not to mention the dress cut low, his entire back was exposed. 

     "I'm fine," he breathed- or he tried to breathe. "Don't call me 'prince'. I said Izuku was fine."

     It was the night of the Winter Ball, hosted by the Jotai Kingdom. Thankfully, Ichiban was invited. 

     Still, Izuku leaned heavily against the wall, barely keeping his breathing regular. What if Katsuki didn't like him anymore? What if Katsuki moved on, despite his claim of undying love? Izuku shook away those thoughts. There was no point in worrying over nothing. Katsuki loves him- it was the one thing he could count on in this world of power-hungry traitors. 

     Tenya nodded, sheepish, "Right, sorry. Force of habit, I guess. Are you alright?"

     Izuku wanted to spit. What question was that? Was he alright? How could he be? But he knew Tenya meant no harm in his words. So, Izuku nodded. He could do this. His lessons with Momo were getting his act together for royalty and royal court. However, his muscle is gone. They were used all the time back in Ichiban, climbing over fences, moving heavy bags, running in the fields. Now, from the lack of use, muscle wasn't anything his body had. A few walks around the palace was enough to get him fatigued now.

     "Let's get going," Izuku replied, trying to walk to the door without flinching in pain from his feet and waist. 

     Tenya nodded, "As you wish."

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     Izuku walked slowly towards the shadowed figure. His betrothed. 

     Shoto Todoroki. No matter how much makeup, clothing, or medals he wears, Izuku will only ever feel hatred for him.

     Shoto smirked when Izuku arrived looking the way he did. He placed a hand on his waist, and Izuku reluctantly placed a hand on his arm, forming a united front for political opponents.

     "You look wonderful," Shoto complimented, brushing his hands lower making Izuku tense with unease. "Perhaps I should mark you tonight."

     Izuku spit at him, "Too bad you can't do that, can you? I need to be in heat, idiot."

     Shoto's smirk turned into a scowl, "I will allow this rash act once and only once." He said, wiping away the spit on his uniform. 

     Before either of them could say anything, the doors opened, flashing a blinding white light against their faces. 

     "Presenting His Highness the Crown Prince of Jotai, Shoto Todoroki, and his fiancé, Izuku Midoriya of Ichiban."

     They walked down together with fake smiles plastered on their faces.

     Once they reached the floor, and the other nobles went back to their chatter, Shoto broke off to see sit with his family. Izuku would follow suit later. Right now, he needed to see Katsuki. 

     So, he ran through the crowd, occasionally getting a harsh glare or sympathetic glance. It didn't take Izuku long to find him, his blonde hair and red eyes sticking out from the crowd. There was also his height, which also helped. 

     Izuku froze before him, aching everywhere but not caring. He was there. Looking around frantically for him, just like he was. 

     "K-Katsuki-" Izuku whispered, being sure that Katsuki didn't hear. It was only a few weeks. A few weeks, but enough to make tears appear at Izuku's eyes, washing away some makeup. But like everything else, he didn't care. 

     Over the crowd and banter, Katsuki somehow still heard. He turned his head quickly, tears pricking his eyes too. 

     "Izuku-" Katsuki seemed to breathe out. 

     Katsuki ran, picking Izuku up from the waist, tucking his head into his neck, breathing in his scent. Izuku repeated the action, except his arms were wrapped around his neck.

     "You have no idea how much I wanted to see you," Katsuki said into his ear, still refusing to stop scenting him. 

     Izuku almost sobbed right there, "You have not idea how much I wanted to see you."

     They wanted to kiss, but they both knew that was restricted. Scenting was as far as it goes, and even that was risky. So, they parted. Izuku's eyes running over Katsuki, and Katsuki doing the same for Izuku.

     "That spoiled brat," Katsuki grit his teeth, angry pheromones escaping him despite his control. "Deku, what happened to you?"

     Izuku trembled, "Kacchan, it's fine. It's fine-"

     "Deku, I know you. You're always careful about what you say. And right now, you're saying, 'It's fine' not 'I'm fine'," Katsuki practically yelled, his anger making him see red. Groups of nobles started to look at them.

     Izuku hesitated, "I'm fine-"

     But he stopped himself. He suddenly understood why Shoto didn't say anything about him meeting Katsuki. He understood- the choice of outfit, the hair, the makeup, the presentation, the shoes- everything made sense.

     "Kacchan, please," Izuku suddenly pleaded. It stopped Katsuki short. "He-He wants you to get angry. It's a way for you to get-"

     A tsk was heard behind him. 

     "Well, well, Prince Katsuki Bakugou of Ichiban. It appears you are making a commotion."