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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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(Angst)
"NO! P-PLEASE! It h-hurts! Y-you're h-hurting me! I d-don't w-want to d-die! P-Please!"
My breath caught in my throat while watched Izuku shiver in pain. This wasn't normal, the way he was clutching onto me and crying over some form of pain had my skin breaking out in gooseflesh.
Breaking our bond wouldn't kill him, it would only hurt like a bitch. That's what I had been told at least. However, the way his body seemed to be violently shaking as his breath shallowed made me believe that this was actually hurting him way more than I had expected. The thought of him actually dying from something I did had my insides twisting. My instincts were clawing at me to protect my mate from whatever pain he was experiencing.
His screams froze my body and cut my words off yet again. How could I finish my sentence when he was screaming and gasping at my feet? I noticed his eyes rolling in the back of his head and I began to panic. He had said something about dying and as his eyes dropped shut and his weak body sags to the floor, my instincts kicked in full force. It was as if something took over my body and I moved quickly.
Diving down to my knees I tried to catch his fall, but I was too late. His head smacked the hardwood floor and I winced while grabbing at his frail body. I carefully slid an arm under his head and pulled him back against my chest.
The touches, although small, sent surges of sparks and heat through my skin and I inhaled sharply while tugging Izuku closer. I pressed a hand to his neck, my body moving on its own as I desperately tried to calm my Alpha nature that was worried sick over my mate.
He is breathing and his heart was fluttering. Closing my eyes, I focused on calming myself. I could hear his heart beating weakly behind his ribs and although it doesn't sound healthy, it proved he was still alive and that calmed me - a bit.
Scooping my other arm under his knees, I stood up and tucked him against my chest. This was not how I pictured today going at all. Granted I might have been a bit harsh; I was angry. I was - but now seeing Izuku passed out and pale in my arms had a sharp pain of guilt squeezing my heart.
Izuku did not look well at all. I had told him he looked like shit, and he does, but not for the reason he might have mistaken me for. I was shocked when I saw him at first, my instincts had taken over the moment I caught his scent and then matched up that sweet strawberries and cream smell with the sickly Omega in the doorway. It didn't make sense.
I hadn't expected to see him like that. My last memories of him were when he was lively with bright eyes. His skin used to have signs of life and warmth, however now he was thin. His once-bright eyes were dull and there were bags under them. Even his skin seemed to be lifeless.
Was he sick, or worse, dying? My father's words rung in my head as I quickly carried Izuku to his bedroom, sniffing out his scent to find the correct room.
