𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝘿 𝙊 𝙍 𝙆

WORD COUNT | 1927

The sun poked through the gaps within the hefty curtains of the prince's room, casting the soft orange glow of dawn. It was the quiet hours before morning that the green haired boy always cherished, the tranquility seemed to comfort the young boy, coax him into thinking the day was going to be a splendid one. The pillowing wind danced around the autumn leaves on the floor of the balcony, sweeping each fallen petal off its feet.

Every inch of Midoriya's fragile body felt sore, from the marks on his chest to the bruising on his thighs. It was an ugly blue and purple colour, one in which took all of the green haired boy's reflexes to not gag on. With his eyes still closed, the omega subconsciously recalled the unforgettable events of the day before. It shuddered the small boy with each memory that came to mind, he could almost feel the distasteful fingers of the half coloured prince snaking around his thin waist. Sweat began to form readily at his face, causing the tips of his emerald locks to uncomfortably stick onto his skin. He willed his brain to halt replaying the scene but it seemed that his simple daydream was spiralling unsteadilyinto a terrifying nightmare. The small chest of the omega heaved up and down in panic as his arms began to thrash whilst envisioning the Todorokian prince's lips abusing his chest once more. He didn't want additional marks layered onto the foul already existing ones, it pained him enough the first time. A gentle whimper escaped his lips as the green haired boy tightened his hands into little fists, they were shaking from false fear.

Amidst his tormenting ordeal, he felt a calloused hand brush his forehead endearingly before soft whispers began to fill his ears. They were a mix of gentle hushes and comforting reassurances, flowing through Midoriya's eardrums like a melodious record.

"Shhh." The long fingers of the Bakugou brushed through his emerald locks delicately, almost as if the green haired boy was a porcelain doll - afraid to break him any further. His whispers harmonized with the joyful chirps of the robin as they spoke through to the unconscious boy causing him to lift his eyelashes open heavily, the lack of sleep evident in the faint bags beneath his eyes. The sleep deprived boy lifted his eyelids lazily, still in a daze as he struggled to distinct the line between reality and fiction dreams.

Upon seeing the warm glow of the dawn poking through the curtains, a feeling sprouted within his chest that welled up several tears that were threatening to spill. His hands now clenched around the soft material of the crimson cloak he was still wrapped in before inhaling a deep breath of the secure forest scent that it emitted.

"You're safe now." The blond whispered against his cheek before kissing the corner of his emerald eyes almost welcoming any tears that managed to welt over his lashes. At this, the omega mewled at the soft demeanour of the blond Prince, he felt treasured and cared as if he was a fragile being unlike the treatment he received from the split haired lecher. The blond placed sat up as he placed his hand upon Midoriya's neck so he could gain a better view of the omega's stunning visuals.

That was until the green haired boy flinched slightly at his touch causing Bakugou to remove his hand almost immediately. The sight of the bruising hickeys that was hidden under his hand before was now clear as day as it littered his neck displeasingly.

"D-don't look!..." The timid omega whispered frantically before proceeding to pull at the tips of the cloak so as to hide his neckline he deemed hideous. "... they're ugly." His last phrase was almost too quiet to hear save for the movements of his lips which indicated so.

Furrowing his eyebrows slightly, Bakugou's sharp crimson pupils dug into the core of Midoriya's features before they eventually softened upon seeing the frightened expression upon the omega's face he elicited. "You really think so?" The blond asked inquisitively, raising his eyebrow slightly.