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Chapter 1

It was ready.

After years of slaving away in a dark and damp underground refuge, Izuku swore it was ready. It was perfect. Holding the vile up to the singular lamp that was dangling from the moldy concrete ceiling, the Omega grinned at the bright green liquid that almost seemed to glow behind the glass. 

This time it would work and he knew exactly who he wanted to be the first to receive the treatment. Capping the vile securely, Izuku places the tube into the leather pouch set on his hip. He rushed over to the small television set that he rigged to have signal even this far below ground. Flipping to the news channel, Izuku giggled and crossed his legs while sitting on the cold floor.

He reached out carefully and ran a finger over the slightly static-covered screen as the news reporter speaks up on the recent villainous activity in the city above. He had to check and see if he was alright.

"Kacchan!" Izuku squealed excitedly and placed his whole hand over the screen, blocking out everyone except the blond hero that stood in the middle of the street wearing his hero costume. Katsuki was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his hair disheveled as ever and covered in dirt. Izuku frowned noticing the debris and rubble surrounding his childhood friend.

"Oh, Kacchan! It's so dangerous," He clicked his tongue and quickly crawled over to the small table where he kept his notebook. Over the years he had kept track of the news and especially Kacchan. It was a matter of public record that the blond hero presented as an Omega when he turned 16. Izuku had as well. 

The only difference was that Kacchan had a quirk and wanted to be a hero. Izuku was quirkless with a big brain and too much knowledge for his own good. An Omega in the hero field was almost unheard of. But his Kacchan had a powerful quirk and was strong.

However, that didn't stop the greenette from worrying every time he saw his childhood best friend running into a mission or coming out covered in blood, new scars, and battle wounds. The blond Omega was still that -- an Omega. 

Weak.

Fragile.

Glancing down at his hip where the serums sat perfectly, Izuku giggled and clapped his hands while gazing back at Kacchan who was now speaking into a microphone. Izuku smiled happily at the blond and scooted closer to the screen with a happy giggle.

"Of course I'm fuckin fine! What'da expect? I'm the best fuckin' hero Japan has ever seen!" Kacchan growled into the microphone and the reporter took a step back. Izuku smiled and tilted his head, his floppy curls falling into his face and blocking his view of the interview.

"You are the best, Kaccahn! The very best, and I am going to make sure you stay that way! Then you and I can be heroes together! Just like we always talked about!" Izuku cheered, pressing both hands lovingly over his friend's image. That was something he missed while being secluded. He missed the physical contact he used to have with his friends. Izuku was a hugger and back then Kacchan always gave him hugs.

He watched as Kacchan stormed off away from the interviewer while his partner sheepishly tried to answer some questions about the mission. He pulled his hands away from the screen once Kacchan was out of the image and jumped back to his feet.

Humming thoughtfully, Izuku skipped back to his desk and dropped into the chair before quickly opening to a new page of his notebook and scribbling down notes on the hero of interest.

𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 (𝙺𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗) 

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛: 𝙰𝚜𝚑 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍