Chap. 4

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"Izukuu!" Uraraka's sweet voice echoed out as she shook him, "Goodmorning!" She sang.

Izuku scrunched his face and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey, 'Raka."

The birds song outside told Izuku that it was early morning and when he looked around and saw that Katsuki was gone, it sent alarm bells ringing and his Omega go wild.

"Where's Kacchan?"

Uraraka giggled but soon stopped, staring at Izuku.

"What'd you call him?"

Izuku struggled out from under the desk and wobbled over to the door, his legs still stood half asleep and all he could think of was where this crappy Alpha was.

"He could be hurt, he's still healing, he can barely walk by himself." Izuku mumbled, steadying himself on walls as he wandered outside of the Kings bedroom for the second time.

The castle walls were painted in a beautiful red and silver shimmer and the paintings that hung seemed to stare at Izuku in a condescending manner, making him realise just how out of place he was here. The lights that hung from the ceilings looked like chandeliers but with candles instead, and the plush cushions that rested on the sofa's seemed so rich and delicate.

No wall had peeling paint and no window had dirty glass, all the armour the statues wore were polished and the gardens neatly trimmed, the hallways seemed so bright and the floor echoed every step Izuku took.

"Bakugou?" Izuku peered into a few rooms as he carefully walked down the hallway but his heart dropped lower every time there was no reply back.

Soon though, Uraraka came up behind Izuku, pulling him to face her.

"Izuku! Are you okay? You're disoriented," Uraraka's kind smile seemed creepy and out of place on her face.

"What's wrong with you?" Izuku's eyes shut tight as he rubbed at them, looking back up at Uraraka. "Are you okay?"

"You're not answering the question." Uraraka frowned and tried pulling Izuku towards her. "Let's get you back to bed."

"No!" Izuku pushed himself out of her grip and took a few steps back, "I need to find Bakugou."

He turned on his heel and started again down the hallway, eyeing up the flight of stairs he could either go up or down.

"Izuku!" Uraraka chased after him, "If you really want to find him, please let me come with. I think I might have an idea."

Izuku struggled as a harsh pain resounded in his head almost like a screech, he held his head as it only got louder.

"Turn it off!"

Uraraka's face flashed with concern as Izuku fell to the floor, crying out as he held his head tight.

"Izuku, what's wrong?" The brunette leaned down to help Izuku to his feet but stepped back when she noticed his scent had gotten too sweet. "Heat.."

Izuku sobbed as the pain became too much, now moving down towards his chest. He felt like he could barely breath and his clothes was definitely restricting him but he refused to take them off, the horrible feeling of nausea suddenly overwhelmed him to the point he was gagging on nothing as his stomach convulsed.

"Izuku, how long have you been suppressing your heat for..?"

The Omega ignored her as he felt too cold, then way too warm, then cold again. "Raka.."

Uraraka glanced around her, noticing a guest room a couple of doors up.

"We need to get you there to nest," Uraraka fell to the floor and tried helping up Izuku.

"No.. I need to find Bakugou." Izuku breathed, his vision became a little clearer then what it was and he started crawling forward again, not even attempting to pick himself up this time.

"Izu, its your heat. Its no wonder you didn't object to helping him yesterday... Your heat is fogging your decision making, you need to get settled in a nest."

Izuku sniffled and growled at himself.

"Is that why he was nice to me..?"

Uraraka grabbed Izuku's arm and struggled to pull him to his feet.

"He was being sympathetic because he knew i was going into heat,"

Uraraka's hands on Izuku's skin felt like claws and needles.

"Get off of me-!" Izuku flailed about, pushing Uraraka away. "You're hurting me!"

Uraraka sighed, "Izuku, you're seeing me as a threat because im not an Alpha, please just let me help get you to the room.."

Izuku whined and stumbled towards the door.

"Do you want me to get the King?"

"I don't know. I want to find him but.. I don't know if i really want that." Izuku clung onto the door handle and fiddled with it before it finally opened. "I'm scared."

Uraraka's heart broke at how disheartened he sounded, "I'm sorry. I can't do anything..."

Izuku fell onto the bed and buried his face into the pillows, the ringing in his ears almost sending him into overdrive.

"Oh! I could get some of the clothes Katsuki scented! Or i could ask him to scent things in the room so you have something for comfort,"

Izuku kicked his legs out trying to find cold patches on the bed but to no avail.

"Yes please,"

Uraraka nodded triumphantly and closed the door, locking it behind her.

Izuku sobbed, fortunately the resounding ring in his ears faded but now his lower abdomen seemed to be filled with acid or lava. The heat was sickly and unpleasant, even the bed seemed to swallow him whole.

"Kacchan.." Izuku whined as he grasped at his shirt and tugged on the frail material.

The flickering of the fireplace gave Izuku a hazy glow on his being and when Katsuki finally walked in with his signature red cloak in hand, he couldn't help but be almost mesmerised by the sight. The air was thick and heavy with sweet mint and fresh roses, Izuku's breathy whimpers almost making Katsuki go feral.

"Izuku," Katsuki called out, inhaling the sweet scent before he forced himself to hold his breath. "I have... this," He struggled over to the bed and layed the material over Izuku's being.

"Kacchan.."

Katsuki squeezed his eyes closed as he patted Izuku's back.

"You'll be okay." Katsuki sighed, trudging over to the fire as he doused it out, waving about the smoke as he opened a window. "It won't do much, but it should keep you atleast a little cool."

Izuku weakly nodded with a drugged smile, "Thank you."

A knock sounded on the door as Katsuki was about to reach out for Izuku, a heavy voice following after.

"King, the prisoner wishes to speak with you."

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