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1-Darkness

A lone candle flickered in Izuku Midoriya's bare room. Nothing but the candle, a waste pot in the corner, and a straw mattress took up the place. Even though it was devoid of any real possessions, the walls were covered with intricate depictions of a world that existed only in the mind of a caged boy.

Soldiers marching off to battle, handsome princes fighting for the hands of fair princesses, dragons swooping down on villages, all of these things and more roamed the walls of Izuku's small room. The boy himself had tried to sleep, but his mind had been far too active all night, forcing his eyes to run across images he had carved into the walls. His thoughts had run to imaginary worlds where he was able to run in the fields surrounding his village, laughing within the other children surrounding him.

Life had been so wonderful and carefree when he had been little, before he had presented that awful day...
 
(Flashback to a year ago)
Izuku had just reached his 14th year. All of his friends had already presented, mostly betas with three of the girls being omegas. The town elder's son, Monoma, had been a beta too, which had upset the lad, who had been all talk about being the first alpha to present in generations of the town.
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Izuku had been a late bloomer, but when he had awoken in a pool of slick, his new scent hanging thick in the air in his room, he had panicked and cried out for his mother, Inko.

As she had run into her son's room and surveyed the scene before her, her heart had sunk deep into her chest. Her baby had tears running down his face, his scent was unmasked, scared, and undoubtedly omegan. His night frock was sticky and soaked and his straw mattress would need replacing.

"Oh my baby!" Inko had collapsed at her son's side, releasing calming pheromones as she pulled his crying form into her own. Both of them knew what this meant for his future. Both of them knew the coming years would be bleak and hard for a male omega in a town where his kind were considered the lowest of the low.

It had taken all of her courage for Inko to tell the news to her husband. Her tear stained cheeks wouldn't stop trembling as she had given Izuku's father the news. The man had been furious with the news, so furious that his wrath that night left multiple bruises on his wife's skin.

The next morning Izuku had been confined to his room. He was only allowed out to help with grinding wheat at the family mill, and even then, he might as well have been a slave. None of the townsfolk would talk to him when they dropped off their grain. They would all just avert their eyes and speak only to his father. The man himself said little to nothing to the boy as well.

Only every two to three months, when heat would strike the boy, would Izuku stay souly in his room.
His heats were awful, but his father had forbade Inko from helping her son learn how to get through them. He had only one lone blanket that would quickly become soaked with slick.
At least the omega females of the village would be given additional pillows or blankets to make a nest and special instruments to help them through their feverish heats. Izuku was left to moan and pant unaided and alone, shivering, naked, and feverish in his room. It was a hellish life.

(And back to present day)

It took several hours after the candle had burned out, but finally, the greenette sunk into dreams of the night.

Eyes. Eyes bore into the boy, seemingly attempting to pierce his very soul. The eyes surrounded him, trapped him. He could recognize many of them. There were the worried, green eyes of his poor mother, the accusing, harsh eyes of his father, the judgemental eyes of the villagers.
They all swirled around him, whispering taunts and threats, growing into a whirlwind of hatred that threatened to pick him up and toss him into a gaping chasm, just out of sight.

"He's unnatural."

"A shame on his family."

"Who would ever mate him?"