Messing With The Mafia

Chapter 2: The Nesting Store

Izuku growled softly as he felt the seemingly soft blanket only to tense up as his fingers touched horrid Sherpa fabric.

"Yuck!" He squealed, yanking his fingers away from the offending article. He hated Sherpa fabrics; they were sticky and prickly even though they looked soft and fluffy. Microfiber was another fabric type that he hated, but that was for a different reason.

He reached out again, moving to the next set of blankets. Izuku purred this time as his hands landed on something plush and soft. Bringing it up to his face, he lightly scented it before flapping it in the air then shoving his nose into it to see if it held scents well. He was pleased when his own scent was easily found on it, tossing the dark green blanket into his buggy.

His eyes flittered around, landing on a woman looking displeased at the same pile of Sherpa blankets that had offended him earlier.

Quickly, Izuku grabbed a deep purple version of his green one, holding it out to the woman. "Sherpa sucks, but this one is nice. It seems to hold scents really well too."

The woman looked startled at being spoken to, but quickly untensed and smiled. "Oh?" She questioned, gripping the offered cloth. Izuku watched as her eyes grew, a smile covering her face as she brought the purple blanket up to her face.

"Thank you. And yes, Sherpa is awful!" She squeaked, her fingers running over the soft fabric. Izuku smiled. "Honestly, I don't know why people put Sherpa blankets in a nesting store to begin with. It doesn’t even hold scents past a few minutes."

The woman nodded, "Exactly! I got one as a courting gift once and immediately denied the offer. The Alpha looked so pissed and even argued with me about the fabric, calling me stuck up and picky all because I threw the blanket back at him."

Izuku scowled. "I've only met one or two Alphas like that, but they never dared tell my friend that to his face. They always waited until he had left the room before saying it to me. I don't think they were smart at all if they thought that I wouldn't tell my friend exactly what they said."

The woman laughed. "Must not be." She smiled softly. "My name's Kayama Nemuri." She dipped her head in a slight bow, her arms still holding the blanket to her chest. Izuku repeated the motion, "Midoriya Izuku, but I don't really like being called Midoriya, so Izuku is just fine."

Kayama's smile slipped slightly before returning. "In that case, just call me Nemuri." Izuku grinned, "Sounds like a plan!" He glanced around, returning to see a look of worry on Nemuri's face. "Oh, I thought that I smelled something familiar. This scent has been following me for a few weeks now, but every time I try to follow it back, it disappears."

Nemuri nodded, "I've heard of that happening, but it's rare." She opened her mouth to say something else when Izuku's phone went off.

"Yes, Kacchan?"
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"I'm still at the nesting store."
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"Kacchan, my heat doesn't start for another 2 days."
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"Yes, fine! I'll let you know when I get home."
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"Goodbye Kacchan!"

Nemuri stifled a giggle as he pouted, hanging up the phone quickly with a blush on his face. "Sorry about that." He coughed, his ears bright red.

She waved her hand. "Doesn't bother me any. Is this… 'Kacchan' a potential suitor?" She had recognized the green-haired man's name as the name of the omega she had been researching for the last week for her pack brothers and bosses. And knowing how they've claimed the tiny omega as theirs, she feared Izuku's answer.

Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case.

Izuku gagged at her words; a look of pure horror crossing his face before words tumbled out of his mouth.