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“We need a way to get Midoriya back. We tried chasing him and he basically set us down for a nap and skedaddled.” Sero complained to Aizawa.
The topic of Izuku had taken up a majority of the last few homerooms, all of his students demanding and trying to find ways to bring their friend back. He got it, he really did, he wanted to bring his student back just as badly. “Trying to force him out of this mindset is only going to push him deeper into it. The more we try to tell him to stop, the more he’s going to double down and work himself harder.”
“He’s going to work himself to death either way.” Tokoyami mused, arms folded over his chest.
A chorus of agreements filled the classroom, a bad combination of mutual worry and even fear riling them up far too early in the morning for Aizawa’s taste. He flashed his quirk at them, settling them into an uneasy silence rather than the usual one it used to put them in. Sighing, Aizawa pushed a hand through his hair after it dropped back down. “You all act like we teachers aren’t just as worried; that I’m not worried. He’s my student, and in this classroom, he’s on par with being my ward, the same as all of you are.” He couldn’t help the way eye trailed over to Katsuki, the empty seat behind him. But you’re probably feeling it worst of all, aren’t you, Bakugo?
It wasn’t that it was frowned upon to become a mated pair while still in high school, it was simply a rare event that a pair would be confident enough to feel as if they found their mate during such formative years. Though, given those two, Aizawa couldn’t say he was surprised to hear about it in the rumor mill of his homeroom class as well as spot the matching bite marks on the sides of their necks. He was just glad they waited until their third year to do it. He had seen it from students in the past, and had heard that most of them had broken their bonds soon after graduation, but if any two were going to beat that statistic, Aizawa had no doubt it would be them.
Katsuki was shockingly always quiet in class, outbursting only when prodded into it. The quiet that seemed to loom over him was a different sort of it; heavy. He was missing his mate, something that mated pairs felt deeply and dissimilar than what his classmates were feeling. Seeming to notice the eye on him, Katsuki looked away from the hole he had been glaring into the wall to Aizawa, lifting an eyebrow at him.
Aizawa didn’t say anything or react much besides a small nod, and began class.
“Hey, Shouta, Bakugo’s at the door wantin’ to see you.” Hizashi said later during what was supposed to be lunch for the students, a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention.
Aizawa had barely gotten to the door when Katsuki spoke. “I think I have an idea on how to bring Izuku back.”
Blinking, Aizawa shut the lounge door behind himself and took Katsuki back to their homeroom for some semblance of privacy. “If you’re about to say that you’ll go after him yourself, I’m going to advise that you don’t do that. He didn’t even slow down when he saw you were in the fray to try and capture him.” He had to point out first.
What was curious was the way a touch of color touched Katsuki’s cheeks, his usually unshakeable, intense gaze was lowered to the floor and almost appeared to be shy. “No, I know that. This is… more personal than just hunting his dumbass down.” He glanced to Aizawa, who motioned him to continue. Katsuki took in a breath and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, half rolling his eyes. “My heat is coming up and, I figured, why not use that as bait to lure him out?”
Aizawa’s eyebrows shot up despite himself. That was the last thing he would have thought Katsuki would come up with. Fighting and violence, sure, those were right up his alley. Pheromone warfare? Even the League of Villains hadn’t stooped to that sort of levels, nor the basic criminal on the street. With how long secondary designations had been around, longer than quirks, that sort of thing had gone out of style. Why do something of a basal, human thing when someone could show off a quirk instead? It was an old school method, for sure, although the longer Aizawa thought about it, it had potential.
“So, you want to be in a vulnerable state in the middle of a crumbling town, where villains and criminals who are locked up for much worse things besides breaking and entering or stealing, and just wait for Midoriya to sniff you out?” Aizawa countered, trying to vaguely put into perspective of what Katsuki was saying.
“He’d show up before anything could happen.” Katsuki assured and finally managed to meet Aizawa’s eye, that intense gaze he knew so well finally making an appearance. “This is the only thing I can think of after that failed attempt.”
Aizawa scratched at his cheek, nails catching over the stubble there, and sighed heavily through his nose. “A bonded Alpha would tear through steel to get to his Omega in heat and distress.” He looked over Katsuki, hoping he could put a little wariness or shake into his plan, but he stood firm, didn’t even blink. He clicked his tongue. Damn stubborn kid. “Fine, but you don’t leave until you’re prepared with some sort of locator and we set up a trap of some kind. We’re bringing him in whether it’s with you or not.”
He could tell Katsuki didn’t love the last part of the plan, his nose crinkling briefly. Thankfully, he ended up agreeing to it, and set forth the motions of getting everything together.
It took time to find Izuku, or his general patrolling pattern, if there was one, and eventually they were able to find a decent enough building to deposit Katsuki to sit and wait to be found. It ended up being on Katsuki’s second day of heat, well into the throes of it, wanting and calling out for a mate that wasn’t there. Getting him into his suit’s outer layer had been a challenge, but Aizawa refused to send him out to the location without a good chance to protect himself. Toyomitsu was tasked with transporting him, wrapped in a sheet, and being absorbed into his fat would mask his scent until reaching location, made even easier with him being a beta.
“You’re gonna be okay, kiddo. We’ll all be nearby to get you outta here if you need it.” Toyomitsu said softly to Katsuki after pulling him free from himself, brushing a gloved hand over Katsuki’s hair and setting him down onto his feet. He didn’t feel right leaving him there by himself, unsteady on his feet until he locked his legs, the sheet falling away to let out a plume of his scent.
“Alright, get outta there, Fatgum.” Came Aizawa’s voice from the earpiece he’d fashioned into Katsuki’s ear before they’d even left U.A.’s campus. “Signal us if you need us.”
Like hell I will. Even as heat muddled as his brain felt, Katsuki felt fine, felt sharp enough to hold his ground and fight any lowlife, low-level thug that dared tried their luck at him. He turned off the microphone of the earpiece and pretended he didn’t feel the tremble in his knees and thighs, didn’t feel the ever increasing wetness in his pants. It was already embarrassing enough to have heats, in Katsuki’s opinion, even in the privacy of his bedroom or dorm room, but to willingly put himself out in what used to be a public area, where people and criminals alike still scavenged around, made him want to curl into himself until he disappeared.
It took up to half an hour for Katsuki to lose his stance, knees buckling enough that he felt the need to sit down, tugging his slimmer build gauntlets off of his forearms to free his raw, aching body from the layers put upon it. Thanks to his quirk, he already sweat like a pig left in the sun, to add a heat on top of that? He could slip out of his clothes without undoing a single button or tugging down a zipper. He grabbed the sheet he had been left with and bunched it up to sit on it so he wasn’t on the bare concrete. “Taking too damn long, you stupid bastard.” He hissed to himself, pulling his knees up just enough to fold his arms atop them, forehead resting on them.
Feet scuffed across the graveled surface of the building some time later, Katsuki wasn’t sure how long later, focused on breathing and keeping himself from shoving a hand into his pants. He shoved himself into a standing position, head whipping around in the direction of the noise and lifting a hand to ready an attack if needed.
A heavy step, metal scraping over the ground accompanied with soft yet ragged breathing. Katsuki’s nose crinkled just slightly at the smell that hit him next. Musky, dirty, filthy, a sour version of Izuku’s scent, and even some blood. Izuku hardly looked human, from how his eyes glowed in the blackness of his mask, the tatters of his clothes, to the way his suit looked like it was becoming fused to his body. He walked like an animal, a beast; a Nomu, even, like he was on the hunt for his next prey. In a way, even not regarding Katsuki, he was, looking for the next criminal to bring down.
“Took you long enough,” Katsuki growled at Izuku, his mark and scent gland physically aching for attention being so near his mate while in this state. “I was about to go out there and hunt you down myself.” He wasn’t, but he hoped it would act as good fuel to add to the fire.
Per their last interactions with him, Izuku didn’t outwardly respond. “Katsuki, you shouldn’t be here.” He spoke after a few moments.
“Don’t you call me that.” Katsuki growled again, hands moving down towards his belt and pulling it apart. “Call me properly or I’ll go bend over for the first knothead I see in this shitty place. Doubt I could even get it up looking at you like this.” More trash talk, because Katsuki felt a new wave of boiling hot want and arousal stab through his stomach. Admittedly, Izuku did look somewhat scary, despite the fact he would never admit that aloud.
Izuku didn’t react, didn’t even move nor blink. “Go home.” He ordered.
Katsuki felt his body stiffen slightly, old, genetically written instinct wanting him to listen to his Alpha and do just as he said, to turn out of the wreckage of the building and go back home. He was better than his instincts, always had been, always would be, and he gritted his teeth instead, lifted his chin up high and sneered at Izuku. “Not until you take care of me. What kinda shitty Alpha are you, leaving me to deal with this by myself?” He pushed his pants down his thighs, his underwear also hooked by his thumbs, leaving his hardened cock exposed to Izuku.
It was difficult to tell anything that was going on behind Izuku’s mask, though he did feel smug to see how his eyes flickered, very quickly downwards. “It’s not safe for you here. Go home.” He ordered again.
Sinking his teeth into his lower lip at the Omegan guilt of ignoring orders, Katsuki returned the favor by wrapping a hand around his cock. The soft gasp was not one for show, the relief of finally getting any sort of contact made his head slightly spin. “Not listenin’,” he said and shook his head side to side in show that he wasn’t entertaining the thought. He started to stroke loosely, body immediately feeling overwhelmed from the sensation.
Izuku stood up straight. He had grown a little bite since first year, but Katsuki was still the taller of them, however in that moment, he for once felt smaller than him. He stepped closer, that slow, menacing pace he used for criminals, making Katsuki’s heart leap just so slightly.
He would have assumed that Izuku would do it himself, snatch him up into a snare of blackwhip and send him back, hadn’t expected a gloved hand, disgusting and sharpened at the tips of his fingers, to slowly lift. Being this close, just an arm’s length away, Katsuki could hear Izuku pull in a deep breath before brushing a thumb over his cheek. With a slight smirk, Katsuki pushed his face into his palm, quickening the pace of his other hand still working his cock. “You won’t mind if I cum on you, right? Probably would just blend in with the rest of the filth on your body. You’re lucky I’m even wanting you this close to me smelling like you do. I was about to start using a knotted little toy before deciding to be nice and give you a chance.” He continued to goad, even as Izuku shuffled closer, a betraying purr starting in his chest as he kept his cheek against Izuku’s hand. As rude as he was trying to sound, he did miss him, wanted him back more than anyone did — save Inko, of course.
It was Izuku’s turn to give a soft growl at Katsuki’s statement, low and deep, his other hand reaching to grab hold of Katsuki’s hip, only to bunch his fingers tightly into the loose fabric of his shirt. “I’ll get you off just once, then you’re leaving. I’ll see to it myself that you get back to U.A. and stay there.” He said, as if explaining it more to himself than to Katsuki.
Toshinori had said that he wasn’t sure if Izuku had been eating, said he had avoided and left him behind several times when trying to bring him a bento, so Katsuki was interested in seeing how long he was realistically going to last with both the vigilantism as well as trying to satisfy Katsuki’s heat. He placed a kiss to the front of his disgusting mask, trying to silently appeal to shining teal eyes, the void of nothingness around them, and softly sighed, nudging Izuku’s hand off of his face and side so he could carefully step out from the fabric of his pants. “Give me all you got, Izuku. I’m not leaving without a knot.”
“We’ll see about that.” Izuku retorted dryly.
It wasn’t like he could do much, his gloves were filthy, and Katsuki would be more than confident that his hands underneath weren’t any better, so he watched Izuku hover almost awkwardly while he dropped his heavy boots to the side. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly, stepping forward again to try and reach for his mask, seeing how far he would let him go and what all he could do. As he expected, Izuku caught his wrists and lowered them back down, trailing his hands up the length of his arms, continuing lower until they were pushing beneath his shirt, soaking the harsh fabric of his gloves in fever hot, heat sweaty skin. They tracked upwards until he could palm roughly at Katsuki’s pecs, more muscle than soft breast tissue, still a good give underneath his fingers.
“Handsy,” Katsuki tutted at him, chest arching slightly from the scratchy texture on his nipples, already tender outside of heat only made tenfold sensitive during it, trapping a noise in his throat.
Katsuki stamped out any pitiful, pathetic Omega feelings at not being able to kiss his mate or to have him lick and bite at his yearning mark, trying to remember that the most important goal of the evening would be to get Izuku off his guard enough to knot him, to keep him still long enough to be tranquilized and brought down. His heat riddled brain was more than willing to get the first part to happen.
It was weird to not hear Izuku simply not speak, so used to having to tell him to quiet down, to keep his mouth shut, or to make it busy himself, if not for their neighbors’ sake, for Katsuki’s own. Now, he was too quiet, the only sound being his breathing from behind his mask. He let him reach down to undo his belt, at least, shuffling his pants down just enough to free his cock. “At least this part can still react nicely to seeing me.” Katsuki remarked haughtily, taking hold of it and stroking it.
It took a lot of mental power to ignore just how gross Izuku was, and no doubt, would mean the same fate for his cock. That was about to be inside of him. Soon enough, if everything went according to plan, that would be changing and Izuku would be able to be washed off and help finish off Katsuki’s heat. He could be irritated with him and everyone else all he wanted after that.
Those were thoughts for later, he decided, his free hand dipping between his thighs and rubbing two fingers against his cunt, gathering as much slick as he could in hopes that if he slathered it over Izuku’s cock, he could somewhat clean it off. He heard a huff in front of him, glancing upwards to see that Izuku had been watching him with his hand between his thighs, and Katsuki couldn’t help but grin toothily. “This could be you if you knew what a shower was.” He muttered, doing just as he intended, slathering his slick over Izuku, grabbing hold of his hip when he thrusted into the sensation. He hadn’t thought of the possibility that Izuku would feel up to something like this, thought he would only have energy and focus on fighting, not fucking. A part of him, his deliriously horny Omega part, was more than pleased to see that he wasn’t going to hold back like he tended to do.
“Easy,” he said, squeezing around the base of Izuku’s cock and dragging it slowly upwards, feeling pinpricks of claws in his shoulders as he held onto him, feeling the muscle in his hip quiver beneath his hold. A grunt came from Izuku when he got to the head, purposefully teasing and thumbing over it before letting go, shaking off the excess slick that he could before wiping it on the tattered fabric of Izuku’s suit. “You gonna make me present or am I gonna have to do all the work for you?”
Shuffling even closer, Katsuki could hear and even feel some of the puffing exhales that came from Izuku. He didn’t get to hear it long, as in a blink of an eye, Izuku was dipping to grab hold of the back of Katsuki’s thighs and lift him up the same time he dropped to his knees. He felt color flood his face and his own cock twitch, eyes slightly wide when he was laid on his back, the movements way too smooth for someone like the Izuku he had taken to bed months ago. That Izuku had covered his face when Katsuki had spread his legs apart. This Izuku was parting them open himself, pressing his knees flat on either side of his body, tendrils of blackwhip emerging from him to make sure the blanket was tugged out neatly enough.
They both looked up at the same time, and Katsuki would blame his heat for making his heart stutter step in his chest, not even needing to be told to present to tilt his head back, baring his throat as plainly as he could, showing the fainter ringed scar of teeth just above his clavicle. It wasn’t his true mark, that one was in its usual place punctured through his scent gland, just as he’d done to Izuku, this one was something more intimate, one special only between them.
A deep, rumbling purr briefly came from Izuku upon seeing it, leaning in to brush the front of his mask against it as carefully as he could, hands moving to grab onto Katsuki’s waist and slowly flip him over onto his chest, positioning him onto his knees. Katsuki was almost glad for it so he could gather the blanket beneath his face and cover it if he wanted to. He let his lower back arch, pressing his ass upwards and presenting himself properly.
Maybe it was because of everything going on, the whole vigilante thing, the fact that despite not eating or sleeping, Izuku felt like a much bigger presence behind him as he mounted him. His hands looked bigger where one planted flat on the ground in front of Katsuki’s head, his legs wider and thicker where they pressed on either side of Katsuki’s own. He felt the tip of Izuku’s cock slide against his cunt, stopping before even pressing in, pulling a growl from Katsuki. “The fuck are you doing stopping now?” He demanded, trying not to kick or drive an elbow backwards in aggravation, wanting to stay presenting like a good Omega ought to do for once. Even if he what he really wanted to do was fight Izuku tooth and nail and drag his ass back to campus, he couldn’t spook him.
Especially not now with his ass up in the air like it was.
Izuku didn’t answer right away, stayed hunched above him, free hand gliding claws up and down the side of his thigh as if in thought. “No condom.” He answered simply.
“I’m failing to see the issue here.” Katsuki shoved his hips back, trying to impale himself, but Izuku must have known he was going to attempt that and shifted backwards as well, ignoring the swears and whine combination as he didn’t get his way, the tip of his cock still resting against him. “I know there’s no condom, I’m saying it’s fine.”
This definitely wasn’t part of the plan he had plotted out between himself and the pro heroes on deck to help; this was just for himself. He knew he wanted a pup with Izuku someday, and if things would go how he presumed they would, being lulled by the pheromones of his heat and the right words strung together just perfectly enough, he could really get Izuku to give it to him how he wanted it. He wanted to make Katsuki feel it, the same rough and wild power he had been giving weak, undeserving criminals.
Izuku seemed to think it over for a long time, until Katsuki glanced over to the hand planted by his head to see Izuku’s fingers curled into the concrete beneath it. “No,” he said, “not… like this. Properly.” He added, tone finally shifting in tone from the flat nothingness behind it, a lace-thin thread of pleading to it.
“Knot me once and take me home, then you can knot me until you’re shooting dry.” Katsuki negotiated instead, rubbing at his scent gland to further expel his heat smell from it. He felt the immediate way Izuku tensed behind him, most likely going through his options about whether or not he should be knotting Katsuki’s cunt bare in general, as well as out in their surrounding.
Either he made his own decision or the influx of Katsuki’s heat smell had made it for him. The only moment he got to brace himself was the flexing of Izuku’s fingers around his waist, hardly getting the time to pull in a breath before he thrusted inside, thighs squeezing around Katsuki’s, bearing his weight onto him so he couldn’t easily move or pull away until he bottomed out.
Katsuki whined highly in his throat, feeling properly mounted, warmth pooling in his cheeks and settling heavily in his gut as he adjusted to Izuku inside him. Usually, Izuku spent too much time letting him adjust, waiting for Katsuki to bark at him to move or taking control of the situation and riding him for his own pleasure.
This time around, however, it seemed that Izuku wasn’t wanting to take that time.
Izuku started a hard and fast rhythm, no buildup, no slow grinds he normally liked to torment Katsuki with, just right to the point. He removed his hand from where he had it on the ground, using both to take hold of Katsuki’s hips, claw tipped gloves digging into the slightly plush give of muscle; Omega hips, good and strong and sturdy. Hips that could take a hit in a fight while also being soft enough to grow and change to accommodate the pup that he was about to put into him. The mental image that created had Izuku moaning himself, drilling himself as deeply as he could, biting into his lip at the answering squeeze of Katsuki’s body around his cock. He leaned his forehead against the back of his mate’s head so he could hear each moan, gasp, and swear that left his mouth, the quality of his voice becoming breathy and light.
Katsuki bit into the bunched up fabric of the blanket beneath him to try and muffle himself, his own noises making his ears burn. Izuku was always the one making sounds and airing out his thoughts, filling any empty air with his voice, something that was the same during sex. He never had to worry about hearing himself in bed besides being snarky and bratty until now, when Izuku was on some minimal speaking vow.
“Too good to take off that mask and bite me? Stingy bastard.” He goaded as best as he could, grunts getting forced out with each slam of Izuku’s hips. He remembered, somewhere in the back of his mind, beneath the deepening headspace of heat, that there was a whole plan in doing this. His own plan, for that matter. He needed to get a clear shot of Izuku’s skin, somewhere on his neck, for the tranquilizer dart. If that failed, depending on if danger sense went off even while knotted and stuck, and even if smokescreen was set off, Aizawa had a canister of Kayama’s somnambulist as a last resort to knock both of them out for extraction.
Gingerly, Izuku’s hips came to a more manageable pace, still making Katsuki’s spine turn to jelly with each shove inwards, but allowed him to catch his breath just enough. He turned his head to glance at the Alpha with a sidelong glance, watching as he slowly lifted the mask off of himself, revealing his face. He was flushed beneath the dirt and grime, yet despite it, his eyes held a certain degree of sadness in them, a furrow in between his eyebrows. Was he feeling guilty about this, not being home, or could it be something else, a general overarching sadness he held for the state of their nation?
Unfortunately, Katsuki’s mind wasn’t working at that full of a capacity to think of all that, moving his head to show the side of his neck Izuku had made just sometime ago, giving him space to press his face into the crook of his shoulder. He lifted a hand to thread into Izuku’s hair, hardly curly, more oil than anything at this rate, and tightened his grip in it just from a hot, humid pant fanning over his sensitive mark. With his slower pace, Katsuki could feel the starting swell of Izuku’s knot, biting back into the blanket to soften the volume of his whine, body shivering from the following touch of Izuku’s tongue on his skin, lapping away beads of sweat he could reach.
“Come on, come on, bite me, bite me.” Katsuki breathed, about to reach between his legs and stroke his cock but Izuku beat him to it, or blackwhip did, tendrils wrapping around his wrists and forearms and wrapped them at his lower back. He all but shouted into the blanket, both from arousal and annoyance. He thrashed what he could of his entire body to further display his displeasure at being bound, trying to twist his hands and let off some warning pops from his palms. “Let me go right the fuck now, Izuku, or I swear to god, I’ll — ”
Teeth sank through scar tissue before he could even think about finishing speaking. Katsuki howled, body tensing up from the sudden flood of unspoken emotion and sense of claim that washed over him. He came with a high, reedy keen, infertile little spurts from his cock and fresh wave of slick that further stained the front of Izuku’s pants.
Izuku responded with a growl buried into Katsuki’s neck, fingers tightening their grip on his hips as he fucked through Katsuki’s tightening body to chase his own orgasm.
“Fuck, nerd, s—slow down, I'm not going anywhere.” Katsuki tried to assure before another whine took over, high and needy. He had barely recovered from his orgasm, breath still hard to come by, limbs still trembling down to the bone. He wanted his arms free, wanted to take his shirt off, lose the harness-like X that was sticking heavily across his back, but if the plan went off without a hitch, he wanted at least some semblance of covering before he was hopefully given a blanket tossed over himself and Izuku.
He vaguely heard metal scraping across concrete again, the metal toes of Izuku’s shoe covers pressing into the ground as he sat up on his knees, licking blood off of his dual cuspids when he met Katsuki’s eye over his shoulder. His hands moved to hold around the curve of Katsuki’s groin, settling in the junction of his legs and hips to get a good grip before even attempting to push his knot inside. He gritted his teeth and let Katsuki’s encouraging croon wash over him, igniting the urge to be impossibly closer and connected burn even hotter under his ass.
Izuku waited for a moment longer, after watching Katsuki’s cheek twitch in annoyance at him not moving, opening his mouth to most likely snap at him to send his hips forward, a few gasped yes yes yeses at the return of building pressure. Then, without much further ado or ceremony, it popped inside. Izuku swore, feeling Katsuki tighten even more the same time his knot fully expanded, tying them together as he came. He pushed a palm onto the small of Katsuki’s back to tilt his pelvis forward, if only to assist gravity in sending his seed to his awaiting womb, an action that drew a pleased purr from him.
Izuku used his shoulder to wipe a bead of sweat off from his cheek as he caught his breath, tilting his head back to part his lips to bring deeper, fuller breaths into his exerted lungs. He did his best to try and bring Katsuki down, running his palms along his sides, his back underneath his shirt, and maybe to get a peek between their bodies to see where they were connected, where he was still pumping into his mate.
Katsuki could barely get his body to function or listen to his brain, too fucked out and hazy from being properly tied and bred to remember the details. He tapped his earpiece back to life, not too helpful as the awaiting pros would hear harsh inhales and exhales, some residual purrs from both boys after Izuku pet over Katsuki’s stomach.
“Damn,” Katsuki eventually managed to speak, “didn’t think you’d actually have it in ya.” He admitted, allowing his body to go lax and limp beneath Izuku’s ministrations.
“Well, you’re my mate. I can’t leave you like this if I can help it, especially out here.” Izuku responded softly, finally falling into the exhaustion he spent weeks ignoring from his own movements.
Katsuki hummed inquisitively, eyes slipping shut. “Is that right? So much that you’d come back to U.A. with me to knock out the rest of this heat?”
“Kacchan…” Izuku sighed.
Katsuki braced himself for the moment the tranquilizer would be shot out, hoping that for once Izuku would go down easily. Which, in a clearer hindsight, free of heat brainfog, he would remember that Aizawa was at the forefront of this plan behind himself, that his entire quirk was meant to erase others. So when Izuku’s entire body fell like a ragdoll atop his back in the middle of a sentence, he grunted softly, trying to look up or around from his restricted position.
A blanket draped over atop them, Aizawa crouching into view with a ventilator around the lower half of his face to block out both of their scents. “Good work. Let’s get you both home.”