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Chapter 3

The two heroes were still out cold. 

Izuku had injected them both at the same time and luckily the dosage was correct. Kacchan dropped first, his pants still caught around his ankles. The Alpha took longer to drop. However, the struggle was futile. Izuku's serums were perfectly made and Eijirou crumpled to the asphalt after desperately shielding the Omega's body from the greenette.

Izuku kicked the redhead out of the way and helped re-dress his friend, checking him over for any damage before picking Kacchan up and carrying him down to his hideaway. At first, he hadn't planned on going back for the Alpha. But after a short consideration, he scampered back up to the alleyway and began dragging the hero back.

Izuku knew it would be bad if the Alpha woke up and told anyone that Kacchan had disappeared, it would ruin the blond's career. His reputation would take a huge hit and Izuku was only trying to help his friend get stronger and reach his goals. Eijirou would have to come with them. If anything, he could use the Alpha as a test subject – maybe develop a serum that would strip away his quirk or turn him into an Omega.

Izuku grinned while walking around the room. He was excited for his friend to take up. The greenette had so much to say to his beloved Kacchan. Four years had hit him hard and the young chemist wanted nothing more than to be back above ground with his friends.

"Wakey wakey, Kacchan," Izuku cooed softly and dropped to his knees beside the blond Omega who he had placed gently on his own bed. The Alpha was chained to the other side of the room with special bindings that were quirk-resistant. The blond's hands were covered in materials that would render him powerless with his sweat-activated quirk. He had planned this out to the fine details and was prepared to make Kacchan happy.

Kacchan just needed to wake up and let Izuku explain the situation.

The kelly-green Omega ran soft fingers through the spikey tufts of hair while cooing gently to his best friend. The two had been inseparable over the years. Contrary to popular belief, the explosive hero was relatively sweet to Izuku behind closed doors.

When the media was involved, Kacchan put up a mask of anger and indifference. Izuku always admired the blond's dedication to his work and hero career. He never held it against the blond for his attitude when cameras were involved.

"Ugh," Kacchan blinked his eyes that felt heavy and slow. The area was dark and chilly and he briefly thought he had fallen asleep on the job. Was he on a round of the city and accidentally fallen asleep? The last thing he could remember was meeting up with Eijirou.

The Alpha had been so close to what Katsuki needed and then – The Omega gasped and went to cover his neck where the memory of a sharp sting remained.

And then – Green eyes. 

Curly hair. 

Freckles. 

Izuku.

"Hi, Kacchan," Izuku called out gently, forcing a strangled grunt from the hero's lips as he desperately tried to sit up. The room swayed as he rose, light-headed, and nauseous. His eyes were wide and searching, blinking until he cleared the heavy feeling from his eyelids. It took only a few seconds of scanning the room before his focus landed on the figure kneeling beside him.

Katsuki's mouth went dry as he locked eyes with his long-lost friend. He hadn't seen the Omega in years, let alone caught wind of the fucker even being alive still. Izuku had disappeared years ago after Katsuki's 16th birthday. The ash-blond hero remembered the day vividly. It was one of the worst days of his life. Katsuki had begun presenting as an Omega and had run to the first person he could think of for help and nonjudgmental understanding.