𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮'𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸[√]

6

Aizawa was nervous. It was Friday. Mic had picked out his outfit, and he had to admit. He didn't hate it.

His hair was up in a bun. He was wearing a dark blue button-front shirt, and he was forced into black leather pants and black loafers.

They had agreed that as the Alpha, Izuku would come to pick him up. Much to Aizawa's displeasure, he wanted to meet wherever they were going.

The doorbell rang, and Aizawa yelped. He heard the door open and Mic greeting Izuku. "Shota, Your date is here," Mic yelled.

Aizawa groaned, and he sat on his bed. "Shota?" Mic asked, coming into the room. "Why are you just sitting here? You have a hot Alpha waiting for you downstairs," Mic said. Shota glared at him.

"I'm just nervous," Shota said, and Mic hummed. "He's seven years younger than me, Mic," Shota whined, and Mic rolled his eyes.

He pulled Shota to his feet and out of the room. "Mic, what are you doing?" Shota exclaimed.

Mic pulled him down the stairs to the living room, where Izuku sat on the couch. The Alpha stood as they entered, and Mic literally pushed Shota towards him. The omega stumbled forward, and Izuku caught him as he stumbled into his chest. "I didn't think you would be falling for me this quick," he said, causing Shota to flush red.

"He was about to give himself a panic attack unless I got him down here," Mic said. Shota turned to glare at him but flushed deeper when he felt Izuku's arm tighten around him.

"Aww, there's no need to be shy," Izuku said, stepping away. He ran his right arm down Shota's arm until he reached his hand, and then he held it. "We have to go; I made reservations," Izuku said, leading him toward the door.

He led him towards the elevator and led him down to the lobby. They exited, and Izuku led him to a car parked a few buildings down. They stopped in front of a BMW X1; Izuku opened the door for him and held out his hand to help him in.

Izukt ran around the car and entered. "So, I know somewhere you would love to go. I wanted to do something big, but I think what I have planned is perfect." He said as he pulled out of the spot and started to drive.

Twenty minutes later he pulled up at a building and exited. Izuku helped him out of the car and left him towards it.

He pulled a key out of his pocket, and they entered. Inside was a single table with two chairs.

They sat down at the table, and Aizawa looked around nervously. "Where is everyone else?" He asked, seeing that it was a restaurant.

"I rented the place for the night. I know you don't like a lot of people, and I didn't want to overwhelm you, so I figured this would do," Izuku said, and a small blush appeared on his cheeks. Aizawa stared at him in shock.

No one has ever done something like this for him before. "I appreciate it, thank you," he said, and Izuku reached across and parted his hand.

"I hope you don't mind since it was going to be just us. I had already picked out the meals; you can choose either of the meals," Izuku said as he stood. He went into the kitchen and came back, pushing a trolley.

He parked it beside the table and placed the two plates on the table. He uncovered the dishes, and they were hit with the delicious smell of bulgogi and samgyeopsal.

"Which one do you want?" Izuku asked, and Aizawa immediately pulled the plate with the samgyeopsal towards him, making Izuku chuckle.

He sat back down and waited for Aizawa to start eating before he started. They talked while they ate. Aizawa finally quenches his curiosity about the younger and Izuku finding out things about the older that he hasn't found out from research he had done.

They finished their dinner and Izuku once again stood and took the plates. He placed them back on the trolley and bent down beside it. When he stood he had two plates of strawberry cheesecake in his hand.

He placed them down and sat down. When dessert was down. Izuku stood again. "OK, I have one more surprise," he said, and he stood. He placed the plate on the trolley and pushed the table into the corner while Aizawa looked at him, confused.

Izuku reached under the trolley and pulled out a blanket and spread it on the floor. He told Aizawa to sit down and once he did he pushed the trolly back into the kitchen.

He exited the kitchen and went to a door near the back that Aizawa hadn't noticed. "Are you ready?" Izuku asked, and Aizawa nodded.

Izuku grinned as he opened the door, and about thirty cats rushed out. Aizawa gasped, smiling happily, and some of them ran over to him and started climbing him.

He was happily petting all the cats, but he didn't notice that Izuku had walked back over and was now sitting across from him. After a while, Aizawa looked up to see Izuku holding two cats.

A small kitty was fully white with a black ear, and another was black with a white ring around his neck. "This is Eraser," Izuku said, holding up the black cat, "and this one is snow," he said, and Aizawa thought they were cute names.

"He's named after me." He said, giggling as he took Eraser. "Do all of them have names?" He asked, and Izuku shook his head.

"No, I bought these two, so I have to name them. The restaurant is a cat adoption center," Izuku explained, and Aizawa nodded.

"You adopted them?" He asked, and Izuku nodded.

"Yup, but I'm not taking them home," he said, and Aizawa frowned. "You are. I immediately thought of you when I saw Eraser, and Snow is his brother, and I couldn't split them up," Izuku explained, and Aizawa grinned happily.

"Thank you so much," He said, shuffling over the cats to hug Izuku. He sat next to Izuku and laid his head on his shoulder. He played with the cats until he dozed off.

When he woke up again, it was to be carried upstairs. He groaned and looked around. "Shh, it's ok, omega," he heard Izuku say as they entered the room.

He lay on a bed, and the light was turned on. Aizawa looked around sleepily and realized that it was his room. He looked over to see Mic handing Izuku a PJ.

Izuku walked back to the bed and sat down beside him. "Is it OK if I change you?" he asked, and Aizawa nodded, feeling lazy.

Izuku quickly but gently undressed him down to his boxers before dressing him in his pajamas. He received a kiss on his forehead before a blanket was placed on him, and something else was placed beside him. He didn't register what it was because he was already asleep.

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Re-published: April 22, 2024, 11 am

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