Izuku/Izara The life they never Knew

Chapter 65 Confess

"You don't have to be afraid. I won't let them hurt you," Sero said, but it was easy to hear the doubt in his voice.

The elevator rumbled gently as the black-haired alpha and red-and-white omega rode it down from the suite level to the basement. After Sero had reported the new intel about Dabi and his business contacts, Kirishima had demanded to know the source of this information. And once Shoto's name came up, Kiri and Bakugo had both ordered him to bring the omega to them for further questioning.

Sero wasn't sure what kind of questions they had to ask, he had wanted to defend Shoto and say he had nothing to offer but he didn't know if that was true. Shoto was a survivor, his life was all about self-preservation. If he was keeping secrets to protect himself, Sero wouldn't know.

"You aren't the one they want, they have no reason to do anything to you." He wasn't sure if he was saying that for Shoto's peace of mind or his own. The alpha looked to his left and saw the snowy white hair of Shoto's right side. He started to reach out, wanting to take Shoto's hand in a sign of support, but he kept his hands down.

"Yeah, they just want me to bring them my brother's head on a platter" Shoto groaned fixing his make up so that the other alphas wouldn't see his bruising. Sero had tried to talk him out of it but the omega insisted. He refused to be seen under less than ideal standards.

"W-well" Sero stammered before getting another groan from the omega.

"It doesn't matter anyway. He knew what he was doing and tried to make me an accomplice!" Shoto said putting away his make up in a small bag. The omega wore a skin tight white dress with matching red bag and heels. "He gets what he gets, just make sure to take care of me in there. Ok?" Shoto looked up and winked at the alpha.

Sero blushed a little and smiled. He still was unable to keep his composure around Shoto. The omega knew him well enough that the alpha felt safe to lower his walls a bit with him. With a nod of his head, he replied, "I'll make sure you get off easy. Then you'll just owe me one."

After a nudge of his elbow against Shoto, the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened and Shoto could see the large garage that had been refurbished into the gang's headquarters. Glass walls divided areas while still allowing for people to see through them. Shoto noticed lots of people running around in hotel staff outfits, telling him that the people he'd been seeing around this place had been gang members all along. Even the girls from the salon were here!

"This way." Sero guided Shoto past a few areas where guns and weapons were being checked and tested. He saw workers practicing their Quirks and training in hand to hand combat. Ahead, Sero led them into the dark holding cells.

Shoto wasn't a fool. He knew what this was about. It was all to intimidate him. Scare him. Show him the power and strength of this gang so he would be too scared to lie to them about what they wanted to know. Clearly they didn't know Shoto very well. With all that he had seen before, this didn't mean anything to him. It was impressive and made him curious, but it didn't frighten him.

Walking into one of the cells, Sero pulled out a chair for Sho to sit in. Across the table sat a man with ratty blond hair wearing a plague doctor mask, and behind him stood Kirishima, Bakugo, and Shinsou. Standing in the back corner, watching Shoto intensely, was Aizawa, who the omega recognized as the pool lifeguard. Nobody said anything as Sero and Shoto entered.

"Seems like I'm the guest of honor" Shoto teased. He sat down and pulled out his lipgloss daintily putting it on his lips. "Thought the energy in this room reads more of a hostage situation. Am I hostage?" He asked looking at everyone.

"Not yet!" Kat growled to be swayed by Kiri. "What?! The fucker who were looking for is related to him! He raped out omega and Shinsou's so why am I being forced to pipe down?!0