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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (05)

Hi ! Hope you’ll enjoy this!

Warning: cursing, nsfw/smut

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

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This chapter is just smut, it can be skip for those who aren’t interested in reading it! If that’s the case, see you next time !

The minute Kirishima finally brought Todoroki home, he found himself shoved against the door. Todoroki was frantic, his impatience palpable, as if his entire being would combust if he didn’t feel Kirishima’s hands on him—if he didn’t claim his red-haired mate’s lips with his. He had tried so hard to keep his composure after the doctor fled his hospital room, he swallowed down the needy ache in his chest and ignored the damp slick soaking his pants as they passed the hospital’s front desk. He did everything he could to not hump the car’s backseat, by clutching the seat with white-knuckled hands.

But now, within the comfort of their home, with nothing left holding him back, that restraint snapped. He pressed against Kirishima with desperate force, his hands restless and hungry for more. One moment, his fingers clawed at the hem of Kirishima’s shirt, eager to slip beneath and feel the heat of his skin against his; the next, they tangled in his red locks, pulling him in for an eager kiss. All he knew was this—Kirishima’s taste, his lips, his touch, and the searing fire between them. The feel of his hardness against him was a lifeline, yet it was nowhere near enough.

“Shoto… your room,” Kirishima murmured, voice rough and unsteady. “He’ll kill us if… we ruin the living room.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes, irritation flaring at Kirishima’s attempt to slow him down. He could blow up the whole damn house if he wanted—he couldn’t care less. He didn’t bother to reply instead he buried his face in his mate neck, inhaling as the sweetness of mango and the brightness of passion fruit flooded his senses. Sun-drenched, rich and sweet mango entangled with the playful sharpness and brightness of passion fruits, sending thrills down his spine. Usually, Kirishima’s thoughtful nature was endearing, something he loved about his mate, but right now, it was just getting in the way.

He couldn’t help but nip and bite at Kirishima’s skin, his teeth grazing over the fading mate mark he’d left before. Each kiss and scrape carried a hint of impatience as his hips rolled against Kirishima, seeking any relief from the heat clawing through him. The soft whimpers and moans escaping Kirishima's lips sent a surge of pleasure through Todoroki. An insatiable need gripped him, swelling stronger with every heartbeat. It felt unbearable without Eijirou’s hands on his bare skin. He couldn’t stand the distance between them— everything in him urged him to remove every barrier separating their skins.

Before he could act on that impulse, Kirishima grabbed him by the wrist with a firm hold, dragging him toward the bedroom. Todoroki didn’t want to waste a single moment on the short walk to his bedroom, but his protests died in his throat as Kirishima pulled him inside. Swiftly, Kirishima stripped himself bare, tossing aside shirt, pants, and underwear—to be lost somewhere in the room. The sight of Kirishima naked, made Todoroki’s gut twist hunger. He felt his pulse pounding, each beat echoing in his chest and in his throbbing dick that had been crying for attention for so long. A sultry grin spread across his face, pleased by the sight.

Everything after this was a blur. Kirishima’s lips crashed against Todoroki’s, and even the roughness, the edge of pain, felt delicious in the moment. He hardly noticed Kirishima stripping him down, leaving him naked under his touch, skin met skin—feverish and flushed with lust—, as they tangled together. Kirishima’s hands were everywhere, gripping his waist, roaming along his back, and threading through his heterochromatic hair before trailing down to tease his sensitive nipple, igniting sparks of pleasure with each touch.

He only registered being laid down on the bed when his head met and rested on a soft pillow. His body moved instinctively as he spread his legs, pulling Kirishima closer and trapping him against him. Throbbing and leaking cocks pressed against each other, each straining for more. One again, their lips collided, the kiss deepening into a messy, ravaging frenzy—an unrestrained clash of mouths and mingled breaths that left no room for thought, only desperate moans and whimpers slipping away between kisses.

His hips bucked up as Kirishima began to open him, sliding his fingers into his slick, needy hole. His moans were swallowed by Kirishima’s mouth, in response, he spread his legs wider and rocked his hips insistently, trying to force his mate fingers deeper, to urge him faster.

“Eiji… stop teasing me,” Todoroki demanded, breaking their kiss. His voice was rough and trembling, and his words were a heated mix of command and plea.

“I just want to take care of you—you’re so sweet to me,” He murmured, voice thick with desire.

His gaze softened as he took in Todoroki’s flushed cheeks and parted lips, savoring the sight before him. A pleased, almost possessive purr rumbled in his chest as he trailed soft kisses along Todoroki’s forehead, cheeks, and neck, each one filled with a tenderness that barely masked the passion simmering beneath its surface. His fingers slid in and out of Todoroki’s demanding heat, slow and deliberate, coaxing out every shiver and whimper.

But Todoroki’s patience was running out. The gentleness felt too sweet, too slow, and he craved more—something only Kirishima could give him in the moment. When Kirishima added a third finger, Todoroki’s back arched as a loud moan escaped him, but it still wasn’t enough yet again. His hands gripped Kirishima’s shoulders, fingers pressing in, desperately pulling him closer.

“Enough of this—just take me already. I’m ready for you. I need you, now.” Frustration bubbled within him, it shouldn’t be that hard to get fucked by his mate.

With an apologetic smile, Kirishima aligned himself and pressed his cock against Todoroki’s entrance. The first stretch was painfully slow but breathtaking, and he shut his eyes tightly, surrendering himself to the sensation of his mate filling him up completely. The tingling pain was exhilarating, blending into waves of pleasure that left him breathless as Kirishima pressed deeper. The first thrust was blissful, a long-awaited relief that pulsed through him. Each rough thrust that followed sent sparks of ecstasy racing through his body, igniting every nerve as he arched into the sensation. Todoroki felt so full, so utterly taken; every time Kirishima hit that perfect spot inside him, his eyes rolled back, and he let out a high-pitched moan. The feeling was mind numbing, an electric rush that made him clench around Kirishima’s cock, stripping away any trace of his mate's initial caution.

“Eiji… yes, so good, so good… always so good for me,” Todoroki gasped, his words spilling out between moans and whimpers. His voice was thick, slurred, and barely coherent as he lost himself in the pleasure. “More, give me more!” He said with each syllable trembling with burning need.

Kirishima’s breath caught at the praise, almost sending him over the edge. It clouded his mind, driving him wild with the need to hear more, and made him chase his own relief now. He happily obliged to Todoroki's demand, fucking him faster and harder than before.

Once again, Todoroki's eyes shuttered closed as a chorus of "yes" and "more" echoed in the room. The sound of wet skin slamming against wet skin was deafening, the air heavy with the intoxicating scents of juicy mango, ripe berries, plump passion fruit, and hot honey intertwining around them. Yet, amid this burst of fruity aromas, Todoroki recalled the events of earlier that day. He couldn’t shake the image of the alpha—your confused eyes, filled with uncertainty, your finger grazing his nipple and sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. The taste of your skin, sweet and tantalizing, lingered on his tongue as if your essence was still with him and your scent. Somehow, just remembering it made him feel as if he could smell it—a mouthwatering peach scent that grew sweeter and richer as your body had responded to his touch.

Visions of you flooded his mind, his heat-fogged brain unable to resist picturing you there with him and Eijirou. He wondered if you tasted as sugary as you smelled, how much sweeter your peach could be, and if the scent would grow thicker, sun-drenched, and decadent at your core. Images of you sitting on his face, burying him between your thighs and drowning him in your pussy as he devour you like a starved man, all while Eijirou fucked him rough and relentless, filled his thoughts.

His tongue rolled out at the thought of this, ready to taste this imaginary pussy, while his desperate yet barely contained pleas for you lingered on his lips, and mixed with his cries to his mate. The words “Alpha, please! Eiji, don’t stop! More, more, more, alpha!” pounding in his mind.

Todoroki came in a silent scream, tears pouring down his face.

This chapter is once again too long. I wanted to include the heat sex scene and then the events that follow, but the smut ended up being too damn long.

I’ve never written MxM smut before, so I really need you all to tell me if it was worded poorly or came across as weird. It is so much more difficult to write smut than I thought 😭. Like I couldn’t decide between dick or cock, so I did both. I am not really satisfied with chapter to be honest, some parts are greats but others are too descriptive. I feel like. So, I count on you to give me feedback about this. Like seriously, don’t leave me hanging guys😔

I think Kirishima is the kind of lover who’s too worried about doing anything that might hurt his partner. I imagine he'd be so concerned that, at some point, you’d just have to push him onto his back and take control, fucking in the way he was too afraid to fuck you. But all that hesitation crumbles once you start fucking him though. Mister 'I’m just so scared I’ll hurt you 🥺' gets completely lost in the moment, gripping your hips so tightly it’s bruising as he thrusts into you, fast and hard. It’s funny how he gets so needy so fast once he’s buried inside you. His mind is blissfully clouded, utterly consumed by you, every thought turning to puddles at the way you envelop him—so warm, tight, and intoxicating

It doesn’t take much for him to get pussy drunk, looking up at you with a stupidly dazed expression as he sweetly pleads for a kiss…

But let’s save some of this for later.

This is me complaining, but anyway: I hate when people write poly fics with allegedly reader x character AND character x character, but they completely forget that the characters are in a relationship outside of the reader. We don’t see them do anything as a couple before the reader is included. It makes no sense and makes the story feel more like a harem (which I enjoy occasionally, but it's not what I'm looking for in a poly fic). So yeah, the boys are going to fuck without the reader. Multiple times, just so you know!

I didn’t do any cliffhanger this time, shame on me. But what I am supposed to do after a 1,5k words smut ?

This is a long ass note again, my problem is I work on those chapters a little bit every day, and everyday I have some shit i want to say, so the note keeps getting longer and longer.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

04 <- 05 -> 06

My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist

Taglist: @too-much-gacha ; @electronicexpertshark ; @poopopp ; @cjdjfhfhfufjfdj ; @kimi01985 ; @icycoldbeanieweanies ; @ghostlyworld ; @marsbars09 ; @queenondeezmatatas ; @imnotherw ; @bedheadloser ; @chrisbiniesluvrr ; @fsocs-blog ; @jadeddangel ; @qardasngan ; @omgeyeless-blog ; @goldenglow149 ; @andysteve1311 ; @pinkmelodies ; @hopefulb1ue ; @redkarmakai ; @zukusluvr ; @navezepol221 ; @candiiee ; @aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaq ; @mniya ; @randomhuman112 ; @mintvender ; @deadendgrim ; @captainswanarcher ; @figbaby ; @midnight-nightmare ; @bluepatrolbear ; @talilosha ; @bawlangya ; @optimisticprime3

I just realized I overlooked an element in my fic, « scent blocker ». It would make sense those would exist in the fic, especially in the medical field.

This is a retcon but I guess reader doesn’t wear one bc she is a beta so they aren’t required, and that nurse Todoroki met wasn’t wearing one because she was on a break and she likes to show off her scent (like she wants attention(real) and she is alpha hunting 🤨?).

I’ll go into greater detail in the fic about how the whole scent blocker and omegaverse work in general. I’ll probably include those explanations in the fic too.

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (02)

Already? I know, right. I don’t know what’s happening to me right now, but let’s hope it lasts. I never knew it would be so fun to write, clearly not the same high as reading a great book or fic, but pretty close. This is slightly longer than the first chapter.

01 <- 02 -> 03

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Warning: cursing, nsfw (but like you should expect it), a little smutty but nothing too explicit

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

A chilling sweetness was the first thing your nose picked up. The longer the scent wrapped itself around you, the more you recognized the undeniably sweet, tangy, and fresh aroma of ripe berries. The crispness of the scent left you wondering if the berries were slightly frozen, adding a refreshing and pleasant coldness. You couldn’t quite tell which berries they were—blueberries, raspberries, maybe even strawberries? It didn’t matter, because the blended scent left you craving a taste. You could almost picture a glass bowl full of ripe berries, your hand reaching in to devour the sweet treat.

Your body didn’t quite know how to handle it, instinctively tensing against the overwhelming sensation. You felt an involuntary shiver run down your spine as the sweetness invaded your senses, leaving you both mesmerized and disoriented. It consumed you, making your pulse quicken as your senses struggled to process it. Your head felt light, almost dizzy, like the ground beneath you had shifted. Just when you thought you might find yours footing, the coldness of the berries began to melt away, and the scent transformed—richer, warmer, sweeter. Honey.

You could smell honey now, hot and thick, being poured over the berries. The heat of the honey mixed with the berries was almost too much. Your pulse escalated, racing out of control, and every breath you took only pulled more of the intoxicating scent into your lungs. It flooded your mind, clouding your thoughts. The hot honey turned the berries into a syrupy, luscious jam, and you could practically taste it, the sweetness lingering on your lips. Your entire body tingled, unable to escape the pull of the scent.

The culprit behind the scent was obviously Todoroki. In the back of your mind, you could hear a little voice—your inner doctor—saying he was showing signs of entering his heat. But it was still confusing because you had never smelled anyone’s scent, heat or no heat, this strongly before. It had never affected you this much. Usually, you could only pick up faint hints of sweetness or sourness from others, but this... this was different. You had never been able to distinguish someone’s scent this clearly before, but with Todoroki, you could name it exactly—frosted berries and honey. Not only that, but the way your whole body tingled just from smelling it was entirely new. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. And from the way Todoroki was looking at you, eyes dark with a knowing smile, and how his scent spiked in response, you knew he noticed how deeply his scent affected you too.

"Alpha... you’ll take care of me, won’t you?" His voice had dropped lower, breathless, tinged with desperation but still confident, as if he was sure you would give him everything he wanted. As if the two of you weren’t practically strangers, as if the sterile hospital room around you didn’t exist, as if everything he was thinking about wasn’t entirely inappropriate. Embarrassingly, it wasn’t just him. You were really really trying to not focus on how your thoughts were heading down the same dangerous path.

“Todoroki, it seems you’ve entered your heat. Don’t worry, we’ll prescribe you some medication to help manage it until you can be released home.” You tried to force professionalism back into your voice, but the way his eyes, once filled with raw desire, narrowed at you with disapproval made your heart stutter. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips parted in something close to frustration.

“I don’t want medicine, Alpha. I want you,” he rasped, his voice breaking slightly. His hand shot out, more desperate now, as if he couldn’t bear the distance between you. Before you could react, he grabbed your hand, and you were too startled—too affected by the intensity of his words—to pull away. With a shaky breath, he pressed your hand against his cheek, closing his eyes and sighing deeply, almost in relief.

He didn’t stop there. He nuzzled your hand, the gesture so gentle, like he was seeking comfort and your touch was the only thing that could soothe him in that moment. It was adorable in a strange, needy way—like a cat demanding affection. But there was an underlying desperation in the way he leaned into you, and the way he pressed into your palm made you feel how badly he needed it. The innocence of the gesture was overshadowed by the unmistakable tension in the air. He was scenting you, while the overwhelming sweetness of his scent was making you clenched your thighs tightly together as a wave of heat washed over you.

Todoroki hadn’t forgotten his own wanted. His lips pressed eagerly against the palm of your hand, each kiss slower, more intense than the last. Instinctively, you tried to pull away, a small yelp escaping your lips, but his grip tightened. His eyes opened, locking onto yours, annoyed with your actions.

His grip on your wrist was bruising, a stark contrast to the frantic, needy kisses he pressed against your hand. His body trembled, grinding desperately —Oh God— against the blanket resting on his laps, frantically looking for any relief. Kissing your hands weren’t enough to calm him. He guided your hand to his neck, forcing your fingers to press against his scent gland, but that didn’t satisfy him either. His breath hitched as he moved your hand lower, dragging its down his chest. When your finger brushed over his nipple, a high, strained moan slipped from his lips. His hips jerked upward, aching for friction, anything to break the suffocating need building within him. His body was on the edge, desperate for release, and craving more.

You felt feverish, trapped by his grip. The warmth of his skin seeped through his shirt, so hot it was burning you in the most delicious way. When your eyes met his, the smile he gave you was ravaging, and you felt yourself leaning closer into his warmth. He seemed to have the same idea, trying to close the distance between you. Your lips are now within reach for his—lips that had been tempting him for what felt like an eternity.

His hands eagerly moved yours, guiding them to the place he needed you the most while his legs was spreading in impatience. His mind was too clouded with desire to even consider removing his clothes, despite how uncomfortable they felt against his skin. As your faces drew closer, he whispered a soft "alpha," and breathed a warm laugh brushing against your lips as his eyes fluttered shut, ready to claim yours.

You felt it before you saw it. The loud crash of the door slamming open, hands seizing your collar and yanking you off the ground with brutal force. Your head slammed into the wall, a vicious crack of pain exploding through your skull. Even through the blinding haze of disorientation and the tears stinging your eyes, one thing stood out—red. Red eyes, blazing with fury and barely-contained rage.

"What the fuck are you doing to him?"

Alright, this one’s finally done! Did you like it? I hesitated for a while about ending the chapter with “You felt it before you saw it.” Like, setting up people to expect smut in the next chapter, then plot twist: “I lied, put your clothes back on, someone’s trying to beat your ass.”

But I feel like, since I’m still at the beginning of my fic, I shouldn’t do that. I need to make y’all want to come back, so I figured not revealing who the angry person was at the end would be better (especially since I haven’t even started working on the next chapter yet).

Have you noticed? I always try to end the chapter with a little cliffhanger, so y’all get curious about what might happen next. Also, I was considering changing the reader to gn!reader so it would be more inclusive but I wasn’t sure about it.

For those who asked me to tag them, tell me if this works. I have never created a tag list before so I am not sure.

This is a long ass note, way too long. None is reading all of that 😭

As always, I am open to criticism.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // 06 // 07 // 08 // 09 // 10 // 11…..(soon)

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As always, thank you @cafekitsune for the stunning dividers

Need your opinions

This whole firstname versus surname issue has been bothering me for a while. I was wondering what was holding me back from writing the next chapter, and I think I can't continue until I decide whether I want the narrator to address all the boys by their first names or surnames.

I can't decide, so I'm letting you all choose. ((Sorry for the false notification, everyone. I'll work on this week's chapter once I figure this out.))

I will change the whole fic accordingly to this poll, not now bc I feel lazy but eventually. ((Also I haven’t updated the taglist yet, I’ll do it for the next chapter update))

Taglist: @too-much-gacha ; @electronicexpertshark ; @poopopp ; @cjdjfhfhfufjfdj ; @kimi01985 ; @icycoldbeanieweanies ; @ghostlyworld ; @marsbars09 ; @queenondeezmatatas ; @imnotherw ; @bedheadloser ; @chrisbiniesluvrr ; @fsocs-blog ; @jadeddangel ; @qardasngan ; @omgeyeless-blog ; @goldenglow149 ; @andysteve1311 ; @pinkmelodies ; @hopefulb1ue ; @redkarmakai ; @zukusluvr ; @navezepol221 ; @candiiee ; @aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaq ; @mniya ; @randomhuman112 ; @mintvender ; @deadendgrim ; @captainswanarcher r ; @figbaby ; @midnight-nightmare ; @bluepatrolbear ; @talilosha ; @bawlangya ; @optimisticprime3 ; @purplescorpi0 ; @astrolovedy ; @desiree-lee ; @okaysxx ; @the-faceless-bride ; @thelameone101 ; @gethexxed ; @lowkeyhottho ; @bvirrious ; @heespretty ;

Y’all, it is so embarrassing to write fic sometimes. I cringe every time I try to write the character hooking up or falling in love.

There won’t be any calling reader “kitten” or “bunny” in my fic, bc i will rather die than write unironically. Just reader, I don’t know for the rest of the characters yet

By the way, a new chapter of Learning to Belong drops in an hour!

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

The rest of the taglist:

@reallysparklychaos ; @sixxze ; @blurryperrtymoonlight ; @1poison-cat1 ; @allyfoxglove ; @mindsbloody ; @jkvolgs ; @haruaikawa ; @k3nmakyan ; @my-anime-garden ; @fto6 ; @hanniesroom ; @readeryn68 ; @queenofsimps001 ; @mai1em ; @demonzgutzz ; @sleepy-x-snake ; @xxang3|zz ; @decadentcrusadefun ; @shhhstar ; @n3ptOnee ; @nxcx|Ixsevens ; @mailem ; @aslos ; @thatone-gayweeb ; @eveylynnn ; @nervoussangel ; @inakyo ; @graythecoffeebean ; @ninabinna ; @3thr3al ; @barrythestrawberry041 ; @omgeyeless-blog ; @primary-022 ; @prettyprojectshq ; @bluepatrolbear ; @literallyjustmyself23 ; @p3n310p3 ; @slayerdiva ; @hw-shorty ; @quixoticcat ; @fluffypuffyfishyswishy ; @roxy776699

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (10)

So it’s been a while, huh? I think the beginning of the year crashed into me like a bulldozer, and I wasn’t in the mood to write. Well, I did write, but everything looked like shit from the butt. But at last, I managed to push through it. I tried something different with the writing here, so I hope it’s better than my previous work. Enjoy!

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

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Izuku truly wished they could put this whole incident behind them and move on. He had hoped that once Todoroki sent an email to the hospital director—a carefully worded, deeply sincere apology addressed to Doctor L/N and the hospital, sent the day after his failed attempt at apologizing in person— would lift some of the weight off Todoroki and Kirishima’s shoulders. That soon enough, things would settle, and the pack would be back to normal.

But from the moment Todoroki first told them what had happened, Izuku had a bad feeling. He knew that Todoroki going to the hospital alone to apologize was the right thing to do, but there had been something in Todoroki’s eyes, a sharp glint of excitement that didn’t sit right with him. And when he’d returned home that night, he’d found him on the couch, motionless, his hand buried in a bowl of peach slices and his fingers sticky with juice. His expression vacant, and absent. Kirishima hadn’t been the same either. If anything, after hearing about the failed apology attempt, he had gotten worse. Somehow, a single alpha, one Izuku had never even met, had managed to throw his entire pack into chaos.

Rationally, he knew it wasn’t the doctor’s fault. If anyone was to blame, it was his mates. But the whole situation was so strange, so frustrating, that he couldn’t help understand how the hell they had ended up here. He’d tried to ask Todoroki about the alpha, about you, but all he got was a name, and something about the way Todoroki said it made him hesitate to press any further. When he turned to Kirishima, he got even less. The redhead had been too angry that day to remember much at all. All he recalled, a few days later, was an unfamiliar fruity scent mixed with Todoroki’s before he broke the door open.

Now, three days had passed, yet the air in their apartment only grew heavier. And Todoroki—Todoroki was hardly there at all, more shadow than man. He spent most of his days asleep, and when he was awake, he barely moved, barely spoke. Just sat there, eyes fixed on the wall with an hollow expression, as if he were somewhere far beyond their reach. He wasn’t eating either, at least not enough. He’d claimed to have no appetite. The only thing Todoroki had asked for—had eaten without hesitation—was peaches. Not just a few, but an almost absurd amount, day after day, like he was possessed. He would sit there, silent and distant, methodically working through bowl after bowl, as if peaches were the only thing tethering him to reality. And the strangest part? He never seemed satisfied. No matter how many he ate, it was never enough. Since when did Todoroki even like peaches this much? Izuku had no idea and he was getting weird out by the sheer amount of peach’s pits in their trash can.

Izuku had tried to get him to eat more, something other than just peaches. He tried a soft approach, casually suggesting he add something else to his plate, like rice or any protein, just to balance it out. But no matter how he went about it, Todoroki refused every time, just shaking his head and mumbling that he wasn’t hungry. Kirishima’s attempts weren’t successful either, he had brought home soba from Todoroki’s favorite spot, but Todoroki only took a couple of bites before pushing the bowl away. Katsuki couldn’t do any of the gentle approaches. He had yelled, scowled, and was a breath away from shoving food down Todoroki’s throat. But none of it worked. It was like trying to start a fire with wet wood—Todoroki just sat there, blank-eyed and distant, completely unreachable.

It was a mess. A complete, exhausting mess. And if Todoroki was worrying him to death, Kirishima wasn’t far behind.

At least he was still functional—he still ate, still spoke, still went to work—but there was something off. He was quieter, his usual warmth dulled at the edges. Kirishima was their glue, the one who lifted their spirits and held them together when things got rough, but ever since they failed to get through to the hospital—failed to contact you—he hadn’t been himself fully. The only response they had gotten to Todoroki’s email was a generic, automated reply, and that had done nothing but add to Kirishima’s guilt.

Izuku sat on the couch, his laptop on the coffee table while he absentmindedly tapped his fingers against his knee, his thoughts running in circles.

This wasn’t the first time Todoroki had been reckless. Beneath that calm exterior, he could be just as stubborn as Katsuki and him, even rash. But this? The complete detachment, the disregard for his own well-being, the strange obsession with a single food ? It wasn’t just a quiet withdrawal from his pack, It was like he’d stopped caring about himself completely. And that’s worried Izuku to death. He felt sick and helpless, and powerless. Why is this happening? His thoughts spiraled, fast and frantic. Was there something we missed? Maybe he’s just really tired and it will all get sort out ? But this isn’t like him. He’s shutting everyone out. Izuku’s chest tightened. What if I can’t fix this? What if it’s already too late? His mind kept racing, as it always did, with no answers, just more and more questions.

The coldness from their mate reminded him too much of their early high school days, when Todoroki had been a boy made of ice, all sharp edges and frozen shut doors. Izuku felt like the bond they shared had frayed, leaving him disconnected, adrift, as if though he was fading from their grasp.

The pieces didn’t add up. Frankly, the more he thought about it, the stranger it became. How had a simple visit to the hospital turned into this? What exactly had happened in that room? Izuku couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. And when he felt like that, he did what he always did—he investigated.

He started with the hospital itself, combing through their website, news articles, and patient reviews. Most of it was clean. No major scandals, no malpractice lawsuits, no patient complaints that weren’t immediately resolved. Still unsatisfied, he called the hospital again, this time pushing harder for answers but all he got was a meeting with the director of the hospital tomorrow afternoon which was better than nothing.

After that call, something clicked. When Todoroki came back home, he’d been in heat—and Kirishima had stayed with him through it. But it had been early, too early. The pack tracked their cycles meticulously, they had to. If all of them ended up « indisposed » at the same time, and a high-profile villain struck, it would be a disaster.

This wasn’t just odd. It was wrong, he thought. There has to be an explanation for this.

And so, he dove into research again, scouring medical papers, forums, even the more questionable corners of the internet. At first, all he found were the usual causes—stress, sudden hormonal shifts, pack mates, environmental factors. But none of those fit. None of them explained why Todoroki’s heat had hit him so randomly. And then, buried under layers of medical jargon and old case studies, he found it.

It was possible to induce a heat. Not naturally, not safely, but with the right mix of drugs, it could be done. Hospitals wouldn’t do it legally, of course, but the medications required for it? They weren’t rare. Every one of them could be found in any hospital.

Did someone do this to him? His heart hammered in his chest, just imagining this possibility. The thought alone made his hands tremble with anger. Alphas abusing omegas were not rare, and doctors abusing their patients were even less rare. It disgusted him to think Todoroki and Kirishima were beating themselves over this incident when the doctor was responsible after all. No, just potentially responsible. He couldn’t know for sure but part of him was already certain that this was the explanation.

As Izuku scrolled through paper after paper on this drug, the apartment remained still allowing him to fully soak every information he could find online. The low hum of the heater was the only sound breaking the silence. It was just him and Todoroki tonight, though he hadn’t seen his mate since morning.

But then, footsteps.

Todoroki stepped into the living room, his movements slow, mechanical. He didn’t acknowledge Izuku, didn’t even glance in his direction—just crossed the space and sank onto the couch with a quiet, exhausted sigh. His posture was loose, almost boneless, but there was no real relaxation to it—just the weight of someone running on empty.

Izuku’s fingers hovered over his laptop. He hadn’t even realized how much time had passed, how deep he’d buried himself in his research. Outside the glow of his screen, the apartment was already dark, save for the dim light spilling from the his pc. It was late. Later than he’d thought and he probably start to make dinner for tonight.

Izuku still remained sited on the couch though, seeing Todoroki like this—so empty—only made his anger burn hotter and made him stop his tracks. But he forced himself to swallow it down. He couldn’t afford to lash out, not when he still wasn’t sure. He had to wait for tomorrow, when he’ll have the meeting with the director.

One way or another, he was going to get answers.

Izuku shut his laptop, fingers lingering over the lid. He didn’t want anyone finding out about this—not until he had proof. But before he could fully gather his thoughts, the sudden bang of the front door swinging open, followed by the unmistakable rasp of Katsuki’s voice, nearly sent him jumping to his feet.

“The hell is it so damn dark in here?” Bakugo grumbled, irritated as he flicked on the lights.

Izuku blinked at the sudden brightness, squinting as his blond mate strode inside with Kirishima trailing closely behind.

“Hey, I thought you guys had night patrol,” Izuku said, glancing toward the clock hanging on the wall. They weren’t supposed to be home yet.

“We did,” Bakugo responded as he tossed his keys onto the counter. “Something came up, someone covered for me.”

Kirishima didn’t say anything at first. He moved past Bakugo, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the back of the couch, his gaze flickering toward Todoroki. Checking on him.

“My agency had an emergency downtown,” he finally said, voice lacking its usual warmth. “A villain attack turned into a rescue op. They needed extra hands for search and rescue. By the time we were done, they gave me my evening.”

Izuku hummed in acknowledgment, but his attention drifted to Katsuki, who hadn’t moved from where he stood. His gaze was locked onto Todoroki, sharp, expectant.

Waiting

But Todoroki didn’t react. Didn’t look up. Didn’t even acknowledge any of them too.

Just nothing

Bakugo grumbled something under his breath before heading into the kitchen with anger in each step.

I hope y’all enjoyed the chapter! Chapter 11 will be out soon, and we’ll get a Bakugo POV soon too. I wanted to focus on the pack dynamics before the reader enters, and there’ll be more of that next chapter. I think it’s important to show the established couple’s bond, so yeah we’ll get a lot of it and even more after the reader come in the picture.

Doing a taglist is a too much work omg, no wonder most people don’t do it nowadays. On one hand I like that it hard bc that’s mean so many people want to keep up with my fics that I ended having to tag many people, on the other hand this lowkey discouraging me from posting bc I know I have to update the list every time 😭

This is such a fake ass problem to have, I am self aware.

As always, criticisms are welcomed

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

09 <- 10 -> 11

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I am just sharing this information here but I am a HUGE believer of Poly!Team 7, they are all in love so if someday you see me drop a fic about them don’t act surprised. This is me telling you, it’s gonna happen. Not now, but someday (I need a full rewatch and re-read of Naruto before I even consider doing it)

Ahhhh!! hello! Okay so you're literally the first person i've ever sent an ask to, kinda nervous.

But, im just popping in to say i love your work!! like seriously. :,)

Uh....no clue what else to say but i hope you're doing well!!

Thank you so much for your message, glad you like the fic so far.

I have been doing well, I have exams coming up and I have to find another internship soon, so I am just really busy.

Still working on chapter 11 though, and I’ll just say I really love it when you guys send ask or just comment. I love to see y’all reactions after a chapter.

Hope you are doing well too anon !

Found learning to belong a while ago and I've kept coming back to re-read it, I'm super happy you're still working on it! It's one I'm fine waiting for! I love beta reader and how you wrote them!

Thank you anon, this is the first time someone sent me a question like that !

I wish I could be more regular, but I have an habit of basically writing a whole chapter then I just have to rewrite it again and again until I feel ok about it. Now I just don’t have time to do it bc of uni but I’ll guarantee you (and I am being fr), if I am dropping this fic I’ll announce it. But it’s not going to happen bc I really like it and you guys like it too, so no way I am leaving my first fic as an orphan.

With that being said, I am happy you like beta reader. No shade to any other fic writers bc I love them so much, but I feel like often the readers seem to blend into the same person and I am trying to make mine different. I want reader to feel like a real character, with a messy personality. Little spoiler but she isn’t getting over Kirishima breaking her nose anytime soon 😭, she is petty like that bc no way you are going to let a mf punch you in the face like that and one chapter later you tell him « it’s fine, you meant well ». She will hate his ass fr 😭