ROYAL ALPHA \ A BakuDeku Story

SEVEN - WEDDING BELLS

"Izuku, darling. That looks absolutely hideous on you." 

Izuku frowned at his mother's words, eyeing his complexion in the mirror. Honestly, this was the most comfortable suit he could find and the only one he found nice. Apparently, his mother thought differently. 

"Why can't I just wear something a normal Omega would wear for a wedding?" He mumbled sadly, looking over to the more feminine isle. Normally, Omegas would wear something lightweight and flowy to show how soft they were, sparkly to show how wealthy they were, or simply a beautiful dress to show how comfortable and happy they were with themselves. 

Unfortunately, Inko Midoriya wanted her son to wear something more manly. She found it absolutely disgusting for a male Omega to wear something so feminine. They were a man, after all. 

"Because I said so. Try on this one." She spoke, handing over another tuxedo to her son. Izuku grumbled softly as he grabbed the suit, the feeling of the material sending shivers down his spine. He didn't like it at all, the material was far too thick and rough for his liking. 

"Mother, please. I don't want to wear anything like this." He spoke, tears threatening to fall. He looked up to a frustrated woman who crossed her arms across her chest. 

"Izuku, stop whining and try it on. You're a man and I don't expect you to wear anything feminine to your own wedding. It'll make our family look like degenerates." She explained, watching as her son angrily tugged on the suit he was holding. 

"If I'm such a manly man then why didn't you give me the throne?" He mumbled lowly, yet the woman could still hear her son's remark. She frowned, suddenly angered. 

"That comment was unasked for, young man." She muttered, ripping away the suit from the male's hands. 

"It's the truth! You said I was too feminine and weak to take care of this kingdom. All because I'm an Omega, you gave the throne to my little brother. My stepbrother, I mind you! He isn't even true royalty!" Midoriya argued, a lump forming in his throat. He remembered how he felt hurt when his parents announced they were passing the throne onto his sibling. He had felt betrayed after waiting his entire life to become the new ruler of his kingdom, and all his dreams had suddenly been crushed by the two people he admired the most. 

"Izuku Midoriya! Stop whining. You're being extremely disrespectful. I paid good money to have this woman bring her finest items here for you, and you're talking trash about them. How could you?" The Queen spoke, clearly on the verge of throwing a fit towards the Prince. Izuku clutched his fists, tears now streaming down his freckled cheeks. He held back a scream looking up to his mother. This was his bedroom. The bedroom she had suddenly flooded with outfits. The bedroom she dared to boss him around in. The bedroom he spent lonely nights in. This was his part of the castle and the Queen had no right to tell him what to do whatsoever, especially when he was full-grown adult now. 

"Get out." He mumbled, earning wide eyes from his parent. 

"Get out? How dare you tell me what to do?" The woman exclaimed, making her son grit his teeth in anger. He had never been this rude towards his mother before and it reminded him of Katsuki's angry habits. 

"I said get out. I'm an adult now, and if it weren't for you, I'd be ruling this kingdom already. I'm getting married to a kind and caring man - And I'll wear whatever I want. This is my special day, not yours." He spoke, approaching his mother and cornering her towards the door. Inko backed up into the hallway, watching as her angry son slammed the door in her face. 

Midoriya sighed, turning to face the multiple rows of clothing racks. It made his bedroom look like a clothing store. He walked up between two racks, his hand traveling through soft materials and light colors. All these feminine outfits seemed beautiful to him, and he wasn't sure if he would really be comfortable getting married in something his mother found disgusting. 

The greenette stopped as his hand gripped onto a soft teal material, pulling off a gorgeous outfit from the rack. It had golden beads on the front as well as a red belt-like ornament around the waist. It was clearly made for an Omega's body, and he was sure Bakugou would like it on him. 

Midoriya excitingly brought the outfit to his chest, looking at himself in the mirror. It seemed to be able to fit him nicely, which made him smile even wider. He couldn't help but dance around in complete joy and happiness, hugging the item to his chest. 

This was the only thing left to push him to make his choice. He was definitely getting married with this item. For sure. His mother wasn't going to stop him from doing so, either.

TO BE CONTINUED