Mate by Fate [BakuDeku Omegaverse]

|22| Clean Kill

⚠️ I just found out you can't see the chapter covers if you don't load it twice! So please do, just swipe up one more time and load it again, normally it will show after the second time! I put a lot of effort in them so I felt really sad, after finding out, most of y'all haven't even seen them yet... so please do for a better reading experience! ⚠️

The pale skinny man stepped closer charging his sharp object in the air. Every step kept forcing Izuku to drag the still weak Katsuki back. The man had these crazy eyes with big black bags underneath. His smile seemed so bright, but rotten at the same time.

Before Izuku could think of a way out of this, the man closed his only exit of the room, he had lured them in. The door closed with a loud bang, before continuing the cutting silence through the building.

"I thought these bombs would be more entertaining" the man spoke through the cold silence, still coming closer with the knife in his pale hand. "Turns out I still don't have a clean kill"

Izuku's heart stopped, as he grabbed onto Kacchan's bloody clothes. The alpha seemed exhausted, fighting against sleep. Izuku felt tears stinging his eyes, knowing he couldn't protect the one, who had risked his life to do so for him.

"I was thinking about changing that" Shigaraki moved his dry lips before laughing in a low hoarse voice. The man's eyes were bright red, but wouldn't burn like Katsuki's. It's as if the light blue haired man's eyes had lost its sparkle.

"Ka-kacchan" Izuku yelled out trying to get the other's attention, as he softly pulled at the other's ripped clothes. "Kacchan please" he begged the other as one of the stinging tears from earlier fell down on the unmoving man's bloody nose.

"De-deku" were the only words mouthed in almost complete silence. Katsuki's eyes were pressed closed in obvious pain, but his lips kept moving to try and speak the other's name.

"So he really is your alpha?" Shigaraki halted and spoke now losing the craziness in his smile. He seemed confused and angry, as if he remembered something he didn't want to. His crazy smile had made room for an angry scowl painting his face.

"Then how did you get into this school?

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"What are you going to do hah?" One of the tall boys screamed in the skinny boy's ear. Just when Shigaraki's hearing seemed to go back to normal he felt strong hands pushing him down onto the concrete.

"Is he crying?" Another boy asked, holding in laughter to hear the tiny sniffels from the ground. "What a fucking bitch" he joked as the whole crowd started laughing.

"Can't even handle this?" One of them yelled out as he crushed one of Shigaraki's legs under his shoe. "It's your fault your legs break like twigs" another statement was yelled ending in laughter.

"Do you never look in the mirror?" Another asked as he grabbed a handful of the boy's hair and yanked it up. "Even I can't miss the dark cirkels under your eyes" he spewed in the other's face. "Do you ever even sleep?"

Shigaraki couldn't answer that question, since that would probably raise a lot more of them.

He closed his eyes as he saw the boy raising his fist, expecting a punch like usual. He knew his mom would get worried again and his father most definitely angry, but didn't know how to fight back. He always felt like it was better to just shut his mouth and let it all happen.

But that's exactly what this time didn't. The boy took back his fist and let go of Shigaraki's hair. "Wai-wait" the boy hesitated, as his face grew in a frown. "Do you guys smell that?"

Shigaraki's eyes opened wide at that immediately. His mind went blank. This couldn't be happening. He took the strong inhibitors this morning, he was sure.

"You smell like a bitch"

The other boys now grabbed at his clothes to get him back up on his feet to smell him. "Yeah gross, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Le-let me go" Shigaraki yelled out, as his thin arms pressed at the broad shoulders pulling him up. "I'm- I'm not an omega!" He begged the others to stop.

"Eww don't get so close to me you fucking creep" all of them started cursing at the boy, as they immediately let go of Shigaraki's clothes as if they had only just then been infected by a disease.

"No plea-please" Shigaraki tried getting their hands back in his grasp, as the group seemed to leave. "Le-let me ex-explain" but couldn't get his beaten body up from the ground.

Before they had even left his sight, he could already feel his body losing its power, as it slowly faded away from the school premises. He could feel the traces ge had left in the school been picked away.

Like his name on the class's list, his personal locker and maybe even the art price he had won in 2015.

His biggest secret had been exposed and a shiver went over his spine, knowing what would happen, as he thought about how to tell his father.

He surely wasn't going to be pleased

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After the man had been staring into nothingness for some time, he finally opened his mouth again. "I worked three times harder then anyone else for my place in this school" he spoke as the knife in his hand shook in anger "I fought five times stronger for a locker in these hallways"

Izuku looked at the now watery eyes of the lightblue haired man. "And it all got taken away in a mere second" the greenette watched the tear flow down his dry lips. "We have it so hard, right?" He now seemed to be talking to the still shivering omega.

"Me who even rejected every part of me that made me an omega" Those words made Izuku's tears stop and his eyes widen, all because they were once spoken by him. He stared at the losing grip of the knife in the man's pale hand.

How did he only now realize the pale skinny figure and the tired eyes of the man. Had he actually done it? The thing Izuku had wanted so bad.

Had he really given up his omega?

"Even then we will always be ridiculed by people like him!" Shigaraki screamed in anger and tensed his fist around knife, charging towards the still unmoving blond.

"NOOOOOO"

is all Izuku could scream as he watched the blood flowing down Katsuki's neck. Trickling down to create a dark vermilion mixture of misery.