THE DRAGON'S MATE

Chapter 2

Author's note:

To avoid any confusion, this story happened a few days before Izuku was sacrificed to the dragon.
Enjoy!🖤

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Izuku clutched the white lilies in his hands, squeezing them tightly as he knelt on the ground next to the grave where Midoriya Inko lay at rest. Despite his diligent efforts to clean her tomb every week, a thin layer of dust always seemed to find its way back, as if nature itself conspired to remind him of the passage of time. With a gentle touch, Izuku caressed the tomb, his fingers tracing the engraved letters, reminiscent of how he used to caress his mother's face in her final moments.

"Mom," he called out, his voice barely above a whisper. The calls that used to receive a response now only echoed with eerie silence. Gone were the days when his mom would answer him with her soothing voice and tenderly run her fingers through his unruly forest green hair. Now, all he had was silence. Izuku felt empty at first, but after two long years without her, he had grown accustomed to the void.

"It's my birthday," Izuku tried to force a smile, even though tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't let his mother see him cry; it always made her sad. He had to keep smiling. So, he forced a smile, even though it was wet and wobbly. "Two years just went by so quickly, hasn't it, Mom? It feels like just yesterday when we celebrated my 18th birthday together."

Izuku carefully arranged the white lilies on his mother's grave, placing them next to the tombstone. It has become increasingly difficult for him to find these flowers during the fall season. However, he was determined to obtain his mother's favorite flower, willing to go to great lengths to acquire them. Even if it meant climbing the dangerous rocky mountain where the lily grew, or exchanging all the remaining bread he had with the stingy flower shop owner who wouldn't stop insulting him for being a cursed omega, he would do them all without any doubts.

No matter the hardships he faced, it was all worth it. As long as his mother's final resting place is adorned with a bunch of beautiful white lilies, it was all worth it.

"Our potatoes are growing so good lately." Yes, they all grew so good but the villagers keep destroying them. But Mom doesn't need to know that. 

"I know you said you were worried about me not being able to grow them, but I can! I've even started growing carrots!" After the villagers destroyed my potato field, the potatoes often rot, and I couldn't trade them with rice or any other food. So I learned to grow carrots in the small front yard of our house, where no townsfolks can touch them.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore! I'm fine being alone!" I'm not fine being alone. People keep taunting and mocking me for being a cursed one, for having no soulmate mark on my body, for being soulmateless, loveless and unwanted for the rest of my life. I'm not fine, mom.

"You don't need to worry... The villagers are becoming kinder to me. Your son is no longer an outcast in this village. So you can finally rest peacefully, mom..." Lies. Lies. Lies. I wonder when did I become such an expert at lying.

A lone tear finally escaped his eye, tracing a path down his cheek. He hastily wiped it away, forcing a giggle. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying like this. Today should be us celebrating my birthday together. I should be happy.. But.. He trailed off, his smile fading. "I miss you, Mom." This one is not a lie. I miss you, mom.