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The "Touch" Series
Izuku Midoriya was an Omega. His whole life he never once hated the fact that he was born into the weaker sub-gender. It was part of who he was. Izuku wasn't ashamed to say that he was weaker than others, doo...
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This birthday was probably the most meaningful birthday an Alpha could have; 18 was significant for many reasons. However, since I woke up this morning, I have felt sick to my stomach. At first, I thought it was nerves about my big day, but now it's dinner time and I still felt like there were marbles rolling around in my stomach.
Kirishima was to wish me happy birthday, as my best friend he took it as his personal job to break into my house at the ass-crack of dawn to wake me up with his chompers in my face. He was lucky that I had some self-control because being woken up by that idiot was not on the top of my list of birthday activities.
Nonetheless, he made it up to me by taking me out to breakfast before we went back to my house were the rest of the crew had shown up. Jiro, Denki, and Kirishima all surprised me with a day packed full of fun and food.
My parents didn't mind that I spent my day away from home, their only request was that I have dinner with them tonight to celebrate. They had wished me a happy birthday and my father almost teared up with the pride and adoration he had shown towards me this morning, it was too much emotion for one morning.
I spent my day being spoiled by my friends; our relationships had bloomed into something stronger ever since that night with Denki when I admitted that I wanted to mark them as pack.
The discussions we had as a group after that was serious but pleasant, they all agreed with Denki and already considered me their alpha. Jirou was quite shy about the whole thing, she never felt as close to me as the others, but I didn't blame her for her hesitance.
Sometimes the omegas bond more with the alpha's mate rather than the alpha.
After the discussion, I proceeded to scent each one of them, nothing like the hot make-out session I shared with Denki after that night out together. With the rest of the group, it was almost ritualistic and traditional. I had scented their wrists, mixing our scents enough for them to feel closer to me, for us all to feel closer.
I would have bitten their wrists and marked them as pack, but like I told Denki, I want my mate's approval of our pack. They are more like family after the marking. Our children will grow up together. Denki, Kirishima, and Jirou will be the aunts and uncles of my pups. My mate deserves to have a say in that.
We all bonded more after the scenting happened; however, it was quite a chore to keep scenting them each at least once a week. The inconvenience was minor compared to the bond we all felt from it.
"Bakugou, tell me!" Kirishima slapped his big hand over my back, ripping a sharp growl from me as he only grinned wildly back. He had never been afraid of me; the idiot knew I loved them all and frequently used that against me.
"Tell you what, dumb hair?" The bastard chuckled and ran his fingers through his own shitty hair before running in front of me and stopping, blocking my pathway and forcing me to stop walking. The others are somewhere in the mall, Denki and Jirou joined at the hip as always.
