𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮'𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸[√]

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Deku sighed, sinking into the couch in the small apartment where he hid when the Pros were too close to finding out who he was. He was a villain in their eyes, but he wasn't. He is a vigilante. He saved people, helped a few by robbing a few stores, and injured a few heroes. Sure, he killed one or two people, but they deserved it.

The last person he killed was trying to molest a woman. He had put a bullet in his head, and he would have checked on the woman. But a hero had heard the commotion and was heading towards them. He ran, and the hero, Best Jeanist. They had chased him, but Deku lost him easily.

That was an hour ago.

He pulled off his dark blue mask with two white lines across the face. He pulled down the hood of his coat and pulled out the hair tie he used to tie up his black shoulder-length hair.

Groaning, he stood and pulled off his coat to reveal his suit underneath. He took off his tie and pulled off his shirt. He dropped them on the couch and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the water get warm as he stripped.

He stepped in, closing his eyes as the water flowed over him. He reached for the shampoo and slathered it in his hair. Watching as the black hair dye washed out to reveal his real hair color of vibrant green. He used spray-on wash-out temporary dye to make his hair black when he went out on his duties.

When he was sure he got all the die out, he stepped out of the shower and dried off before getting dressed. His stomach grumbled, and he made his way to the kitchen, only to find that there was no food.

Groaning, he grabbed his wallet and pulled on his shoes before exiting the apartment. He walked about twelve blocks, looking for a good restaurant, when he passed an alley, and the smell of something sweet caught his attention.

Pausing, he entered the alley and followed the smell up to the roof. Once there, the smell was heavier. He immediately knew what it was. He made his way to the other side of the roof, stopping when he stopped what he was looking for behind an air duct.

"Well, well. If it isn't an omega in heat," he said. The figure in front of him jumped and turned to look at him. "Oh, a Pro hero in heat," he said, walking closer.

He would notice that black jumpsuit and white scarf anywhere. He had admired the hero for years and had developed somewhat of a crush on the sleepy hero. This was the pro hero Eraser head. The pro hero stepped back, and the closer he got, the more Deku smirked.

In a swift movement, he was standing behind the Pro hero with a hand around his neck, and an arm around his waist. "Now, where do you think you're going?" He asked, and the hero grabbed the hand that was around his neck and tried to free himself.

"Tsk, if only your heat wasn't fogging your mind. You could actually escape." He taunted. "I could take you here right now, mark you. Make you mine, and there was nothing you could do about it." He said, lowering his mouth to the Omega's neck.

"P-please," Eraserhead begged, and Deku smirked. Tightening his grip on the hero's neck, a few seconds later, he passed out.

"That was easy," he said as he picked up the hero and started to jump from roof to roof.

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Word count: 600

Re-published: April 22, 2024, 6 am

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