A Queen Unwanted (BNHAomegaverseXOC)

Making Friends and Enemies

Your back at school. Your bones still ache slightly but it's getting better. The day has just finished with Aizawa telling your class about the upcoming Sports Festival. The concerns you all hold are valid and recognized, but the Festival is famous world wide, and thus to important to cancel.

Before the class starts to disperse you are approached by Ochaco.

Ochaco: Hey, Onia. Could I ask you something?

Onia: Sure, what do you want to know?

She seems a little embarrassed to ask her question, her naturally pink cheeks flushing a little further.

Ochaco: When we sat together at lunch, and Deku asked about your quirk, did you say you were married?

Onia: Technically, yes. I've been with my mate for four years now.

Her eyes fill with wonder, like she can't believe what she's hearing. Though confusion still crosses her brow as she sniffs the air around you.

Ochaco: But I don't smell anyone on you. Normally you'd be able to smell a marking, right?

Onia: Normally, yes. Sadly my skin is quite strong and my mate's fangs can't seem to break it. That doesn't mean she doesn't try though.

You subtly shift the collar of your shirt to show her the love mark Nagao left on you in your previous love making. It's still a little red, but the skin remains unbroken, the scent gland underneath unmarked.

The small Omega in front of you blushes furiously at the sight of the love mark as the implications flood into her mind.

Onia: It's nothing more than a hickey, but she never stops trying. It's quite adorable.

Ochaco: Oh wow... You're 'mates' mates...

The conversation seems to have drifted to Momo as well, who sits in front of you. And is also blushing.

Momo: Onia! That's extremely inappropriate behaviour, especially for a class president. Cover that up!

She swats at you with her notebook, though the height difference makes the attack quite fruitless. You still pull your collar closed with a chuckle.

Onia: Don't tell me... A bashful Alpha? Momo, what kind of princess treatment did your parents give you?

Momo: Onia! J-Just because my upbringing wasn't like most people doesn't mean you get to prance your hickeys about.

The Alpha's cheeks are dusted with a light pink blush. Seems you were right about her being bashful.

Ochaco: Wait, you said four years, right? Aren't you sixteen? Does that mean you marked your mate when you were twelve?!

There it is. The shock, confusion and slight horror at the realisation.

Onia: It's... A long story. One that I don't like telling, and one that might not even be mine to tell.

Ochaco looks quite sheepish at your answer. She probably knows she overstepped some kind of boundary.

Onia: There's no need to apologize, Ochaco. You were just curious.

There's a soft smile on your face as you runs a couple fingers through the Omega's hair.

Onia: How about this. We have two weeks to prepare for the Sports Festival, why don't you come over? To train, talk. My dad's an amazing baker.

Ochaco's eyes light up at the invitation, her embarrassment fading quickly as she eagerly accepts.

Onia: You should come too, Momo. It'll be fun.