✓ The Regulars (BakuDeku, Omegaverse)

✴Chapter 11✴

(A/N: Sorry for the absence of updates. More are coming soon!)

"If your absence does not bother them, your presence never really mattered"

--Unknown

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     Izuku groaned as he woke up alone in an oddly comfortable bed. The light was dim, and the blankets were thick. It was warm, and it wasn't too bright so his eyes were easily able to adjust. Izuku automatically smiled, knowing that Katsuki had done this for him specifically. 

     And even if Izuku wished he had woken up next to Katsuki, he smiled even wider knowing that Katsuki still wanted Izuku to feel comfortable first. The happy thought made him feel giddy, hugging his puffy white pillow with a wide smile. 

     That is until he felt a sharp pain on his neck. He reached back to feel it, and sure enough, his mating mark was the cause. 

     His smile dropped immediately as he sighed. His inner omega was obviously not happy with the arrangement of being away from his so-called mate. How could he get rid of this?

     A knock on the hardy wooden door resounded around his old room. Though the knock was soft, Izuku couldn't help but flinch back. Memories of the previous nights surfacing. The knocks had always meant something back there. For example, three knocks meant food was coming. He wasn't aloud out of his room most of the time there. Even so, he was expected to wear uncomfortable clothing--just in case the prince would come visit.

     He never had.

     Another knock snapped Izuku back to the present. He shouted a, "Come in!" But his voice came out course and crackly.

     A nervous maid peeked through. She saw him awake and gulped noticeably. She nodded--as if to warn him of the events that were going to occur.

     She bust open the door loudly.

     As the maid walked in, so did half a dozen other servants.

     "Make way for future highness, Princess Ochaco Uraraka," a servant said, also sparing a glance at Izuku.

     That's when Izuku had his epiphany. The maid and servants weren't looking at him to warn him. They wanted to take a glimpse of the so-called, "Prince Katsuki's Greatest Consort."

     These servants weren't from Ichiban. Izuku would have recognized them if they were. They were from Uwaki--Ochaco's kingdom. 

     Not a surprise Uwaki is known for its scandalous past. A king cheated on his wife one year, and the cheating became the traditional harem. Every king had a harem for themselves. Even the king himself can't remember most of them. Only the ones the king favors gets to stay. The rest are thrown away after a night or so.

     Daughters of the royal bloodline were usually thrown away or sold. Only the most favored son would stay for Uwaki's throne. If the king favored two or more, the sons would kill each other until only one was left. If none were, the king could always find more.

     It wasn't a surprise to Izuku when the most regal woman he had ever seen came through the door. She had the smallest waist, plump lips, defined curves, thin arms and legs, round face, and keen eyes. She wore thin clothes, almost transparent--it made Izuku wonder what the point of wearing them at that point was.

     Despite Izuku's hunger and tiredness, he chortled. She was everything he wasn't... But that didn't make him feel self-conscious. No, she was definitely not Katsuki's type.

     "Oh?" Ochaco asked, her head asked as she walked towards the bed. "And what's so funny, Dear? I'm not who just got used by a worthless alpha."

     Izuku wasn't going to lie to himself. That was unnecessary. More importantly, it was a cheap move.

     "'Oh'?" Izuku mocked, a smirk toying on his dried lips. He must have looked ghastly, but he didn't care. "At least I know somebody wants me out there. Nobody asked for you, did they?"

     Izuku watched as the princess turned a little red. How dull. 

     "Listen, brat--" Ochaco started to say, but she was cut off abruptly.

     "What do you think you're doing here?"