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Flower Bouquet

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Sending you forget me nots

To help me to remember

Baby please forget me not

I want you to remember


Forget me nots - Patrice Rushen







There are wounds that mark us, that leave visible and terrible scars. There are others that just exist deep within us, wounds that we keep in the depth of our hearts, wounds easy to hide that always come back to us unconsciously.

Some call them memories.

For Izuku, the memory comes in the spring, when the buds open and the fields are painted with yellow, red, blue, green and lilac colors… The view was beautiful, filled with color, life and an everlasting hope. However, it just takes one look at them for him to feel the weight of the memory come back at full strength.

Every spring, when the flowers rise once again, Izuku sits down to gaze at them—he closes his eyes and inhales the aroma, trying to recognize every piece separately. At the beginning he cried, the sight of the flowers was enough for Izuku to run in the opposite direction until he collapsed on the ground and broke into uncontrollable sobs. With the pass of time, he taught himself how to suppress that first reaction and managed to gather sufficient strength to sit in the fields, surrounded by flowers and memories.

He just needed to breath in the scent of the forest to remember his parents.






The white heliotropes were born in his mother’s left ankle and climbed upwards until they hid beneath her dress. When Izuku was a child he used to sit at her feet to count the flowers, to slide his baby fingers down the impossible stretch of green stems and tiny petals. They were illustrated in a bright white color, the symbol of purity and care.

And it was absolutely wonderful that his father also possessed a white flower in his right hand. It was a beautiful magnolia, with raindrop shaped petals and a tiny yellow center that highlighted the flower’s soft whiteness. From there, the row of green branches filled with small white magnolias were spread through his forearm and ended on his elbow, none as splendorous and magnificent as the one that shone on the back of his hand.

They were the village’s healers. They had a room next to their house where they treated colds, falls, wounds, bites, births and all the ailments every inhabitant of their town could possibly have.

Izuku could sit for hours in a corner of the room while his father diagnosed flus and treated wounds. He could spend whole afternoons with his mother grinding plants and seeds to replenish their shelves. He learned to identify the plants by their leaves, by the color of their flowers. For him, it was like a game to sit at the end of his parent’s feet, blindfolded while trying to recognize the concoctions only by the aroma.

He will always remember the day he wished he could be like them, the day he wished to save the world–he was four years old and his best friend Katsuki fell from a tree, breaking his arm in the process. Izuku remembers that it was him who cried all the way back while the blond, pale as a magnolia, clenched his teeth and grumbled lowly.

His parents did not utter a single scream, nor did they panic; his mother hurried to bring bandages, water and medicine and his father lifted Katsuki from the ground muttering words of encouragement and calmness. Izuku approached the work table, and although he did not dare to take hold of his friend’s hand, he approached as much as possible hoping to offer comfort.

That day, Izuku dreamt of receiving a white flower. That day, Izuku dreamt of being capable enough to heal everyone, to save everyone.






Izuku does not need to try too hard to evoke the scent of lily and honeysuckle. He just needs to inhale deeply so that all the aromas of the forest would infiltrate through his nostrils and flood his body with freshness, bringing back the delicate scent of his old home.

He stays there for a long time, thinking and remembering that time is diluted between his fingers. By the time he comes back to his senses the sun had already begun its descent. The wind blows softly, preserving the warmth of the day, but it will not take long before it starts gusting with cold violence, so Izuku sighs and gets up.

When he returns home Tokoyami had already finished lighting the fire and was amusing himself by cleaning the rabbits that will become their dinner. Izuku is about to apologize for his lateness when he sees them—a bouquet of red shafts protruding from a bunch of other flowers.

Something inside Izuku cracks.

“I brought more,” Tokoyami says, pointing to the pile of flowers. “You’re running out of lotion.”

Izuku smiles, although from the way Tokoyami’s eyebrows frown he thinks his face gesture might be closer to tears than anything else.

“Is something wrong—?”

“No!” Izuku shouts without letting him finish. “No,” he repeats more calmly, approaching with uncertain steps. “Thanks.”






Mitsuki Bakugou wore a red sarashi that allowed her to exhibit the flowers, of a cherry red color, that extended by all her back and nape.

She had won the title as the best fighter for five years in a row. She knew how to fight, she sailed, and she had an amazing ability with knives. She was blonde and fierce, tall and noisy; Izuku loved to sit and watch her while teaching defense classes for the young alpha.

“Stop drooling over my mother, Deku.” Katsuki used to say when he saw his face of adoration.

“Kacchan, your mother is amazing.”

His friend’s answer was a pinch. “I’d be even more.” He grunted between his teeth as he turned to leave. 

Izuku followed him trying to apologize. He knew Katsuki did not stand comparisons. He did not like to be a diminutive version of anyone, not even his own mother.






Izuku turns away from the flowers and ends up helping with dinner. They sat down to eat in an unusual silence, because after all, the boy does not have the strength to talk about his day, nor does he feel like asking questions.

“Midoriya,” Tokoyami’s voice wakes him up from his trance and Izuku redirects his gaze to him.


The bird-faced boy looks at him for a long moment. Izuku smells the questions that are hidden under the silence, yet he is careful not to say anything and limits himself to studying the soft surface of the black feathers and the way the firelight dances on his beak. Finally, the boy sighs and murmurs:

“It’s getting late, I’d better go. Do you need anything else?”

Izuku smiles without making any movement to get up.

“I’m fine, thanks.” He says softly. “Will you come tomorrow?”

“I’ll try.”

“Thanks for everything, Tokoyami.”

“See you later, Midoriya.”

Tokoyami gets up and Izuku turns his attention back to his bowl. He pretends to eat while listening to the other boy picking up his stuff; he hears him walking away, his sturdy footsteps fade until the only sound he catches are the crackles of the fire. Only then, Izuku looks back at the flowers.

A gentle breeze shakes the red petals. If you squint your eyes, the flowers lose definition and become a blur of scarlet. A long, slender blur—like a sword.






Nobody got surprised when the noisy son of the village’s best warrior proudly showed the flower of a red gladioli that had bloomed just above the bone that joins the arm to the chest.

The small flower was just about the size of his mother’s thumb, yet it possessed a crimson hue that was inevitably associated with strength, passion and perseverance. The gladiolus was also one of the most beautiful flowers—it represented vanity, strength of character, honor and fidelity. They were the absolute symbol of victory, because once they started to grow they would soon acquire the shape of a sword, long and red.

The complete set undoubtedly made Katsuki Bakugou an alpha.

Izuku remembers with perfect clarity the day he saw the red flower on his friend’s chest. He remembers the bright color and the small dark lines that sprouted just from the center. They were red like the eyes of his owner, red as the sky at dawn. The scarlet color it possessed was extremely radiant.

Izuku remembers the touch, soft and firm, he recalls the delicate smoothness of the skin in contrast to the firm bone that was underneath. He remembers that he spent days dreaming of red petals on a background of alabaster skin.






The sound of an owl wakes Izuku from his trance, only then is when he notices his half-empty bowl with the remains of rabbit cooked in the bottom.

Izuku sighs.

He picks up the remains of his food and buries them, then he cleans the bowls. Instead of going to his bed, the boy goes to his bag where he keeps the last notebook in his collection. He sits by the fire and tries to sketch the shape of the flowers.

He is not surprised when his first drawing turns out to be a gladiolus flower and not a baladre flower, but it bothers him that his sketch lacks life. He spends hours drawing, trying to capture the faint and almost hypnotic movement of the leaves. Dissatisfied, he takes the paintings from his bag and tries to make his drawing possess the ferocity of that red, the strength, the brilliance that he remembers.

It’s useless.

Frustrated, Izuku tears the page, wrinkles it and throws it away. As far as he can. He feels anger and frustration intensely on his pulse. To fight them, he sits next to the flower bouquet and begins to defoliate each of them, separating the petals in different bowls, but his anger fades when he sees the handful of flowers he has in his hands. It just takes to look at them to feel he can see them all again: heliotropes, magnolias, gardenias, roses, daisies, blood red gladioli… all of them and more dancing around him, showing the strength and beauty of their owners.

Izuku takes a breath, his hands full of broken flowers; he would laugh at the irony but the idea is too painful.

“You’ve done this before,” he tells himself, trying to resume the task.

But it is useless. He cannot stop thinking about heliotropes, magnolias and gladioli. He cannot stop seeing them broken and destroyed. All the flowers are gone, and he does not even have a flower on his body to console himself with.






All the children of his age received their flowers almost at the same time. All with the exception of Izuku.

Izuku spent weeks studying his body with attention, waiting for the flower that would define his life, but when it came, it was not what he had been waiting for. It passed while he was bathing. There was another group of children with him and it was one of them who shouted “Omega” loudly.

Izuku turned around looking for the source of the noise and when he saw the finger pointing in his direction he turned around expecting to find someone behind him. There was no one and it was then that he understood. He covered his belly with his hands and ran to his house.

He did not even care that he left his clothes behind.

He arrived breathless. With his body still wet, he dove inside the consulting room where his father attended to his patients. Both were stunned to see him naked, but his mother immediately recognized his scent and ran towards him with a blanket in her arms. Izuku clung to her with his heart pounding in his throat.

That night, his mother held a mirror in front of him so that he could appreciate his mark. To the right of his hip were three thin and elongated leaves—there were no flowers and only those leaves of intense green color. The two at the ends were extremely thin, like fine needles, and the one in the center was a little thicker with a circle; no bigger than a fingernail, dark green at the tip.

“And the flower?” Izuku asked slightly disenchanted with the lack of color on his skin.

“They will appear soon.” His mother said, moving away the mirror and preparing the bandages for him. “Sometimes they take time to bloom.”

“But what flower is it?”


Izuku looked at his mother with a frown.

“That is not a flower. It’s a medical plant,” murmurs the six-year-old boy, trying to contain the panic. He does not even protest when his mother starts wrapping his hips with the bandages.

“The fennel is a plant that is used in medicine and it is also used in the kitchen as a flavoring. It grows in countless places and is resistant to many climates. It is a good plant for an omega.”

“The fennel isn’t a flower.” Izuku stubbornly repeats, feeling small and useless.

“The fennel has a yellow flower. It is small and adorable, but it takes time to appear. It will eventually come, it’s not something you should worry about. Now pay attention, have you seen how I just put on you the bandages? Because now you will have to do it on your own."

Izuku muttered a protest.

“Why do I have to use bandages if I don’t have a flower?”

It was well known that although alphas and betas could display their flowers with pride, omegas used to cover their bellies and stomachs, to prevent anyone other than their partner from seeing them.

“The flower will come, Izuku, stop worrying about it. Now I’m going to take off the bandages and it will be your turn to try, okay?”

While his mother was dealing with the jumble of bandages, Izuku took the mirror and stared at his brand again. He was six years old and could not stand the bright green vision without flowers of any kind, so he took the bandages that his mother tended and wrapped his hips and stomach. The first time they were loose, the second one he squeezed them too much, on the third the knot broke while walking, but Izuku continued again and again until the bandages stayed in place. He was not willing to let anyone see his leaves without flowers.

Who would love a flowerless?

“Everything will be fine, Izuku.” His mother murmured as she smelled his anguish.

Izuku embraced her and let himself be cooed by her sweet and warm words. He tried not to think that he would have preferred to be a beta, like his father, or an alpha, like his best friend. Someone who could have a gorgeous and dazzling flower to brag about.






Izuku leaves the flowers, unable to continue touching them, and gets up to pick up the piece of paper with a grunt of anger. He lights his oil lamp and makes sure to put out the fire before entering the cave. He takes off the bandages that cover his stomach and tries to not look at the web of green leaves that spread across his belly while he turns off the light. In the dark, he wraps himself in the blanket with his eyes open—in his mind he does not stop seeing the image of flowers shattered between his fingers.

Izuku does not cry, he has long since run out of tears, but the lament that grows inside him threatens to explode all the walls he has built carefully over time. He concentrates on his breathing, gropes for the ball of paper he dropped near his pillow, and as soon as he grabs it he clings to it and closes his eyes trying to sleep.

At some point he dreams; or rather, recalls.






Izuku shook the water from his face and moved away from the river, into the forest. As soon as the rest of the children’s voices become a distant buzz, Izuku lowers his bag and began to unwrap his wet bandages.

“Why don’t you bathe with the other omegas?”

Izuku jumped and turned around with his heart pounding in his throat.

“Kacchan!” He screamed when he saw the blond standing behind him, as he struggled to redo the knot in his hip. “What are you doing?”

“Why don’t you bathe with the other omegas?”

Izuku clenched his mouth tight. There was a private pond that the omegas used to bathe without worrying about other people’s looks. Children and adults would bathe in the river, in the lake, or on the beach, always wearing their bandages; but on the pond they could undress completely and enjoy a bath in relative peace. Izuku has already had his mark for a year and a half, yet he had never gone to the pond with the other omegas.


“It’s none of your business!” Izuku shouted, feeling miserable. “Now go away!”

“What is your problem?!” Katsuki approached and extended his hand to the knot at his waist, “Do you perhaps have a flower so ugly that you don’t want anyone to see it?”

Izuku reacted with anger. He slapped the hand away from the knot vigorously and backed away, he felt the tears burning in his eyes.

“You cannot see it!”

“Haah? Why not?!”

“You—you can’t!”

“Your alpha is going to see it.”

“But you are not them!”

Izuku spun around and ran; behind him he heard Katsuki scream.

“Hey, Deku! Come back here!”

But Izuku kept running, he could not bear to think what his friend would say if he discovered that there was no flower on his body.






All the spring festivals were held at the capital, five days away. That, together with the fall feast, were the two most significant events that brought together all the inhabitants of the island. The villages sent their best warriors to participate in the tournaments, the artisans sold the works done during the winter, the different couples of newlyweds could request the blessing of the priestess… The activities were as varied as they were extravagant.

Izuku was eight years old when his mother agreed to let him attend the festival.

“Don’t stay away from your group,” his mother repeated for the umpteenth time while Izuku finished putting sandwiches in his travel bag.

“Remember to take a change of bandages,” his father advised, as he handed him a wineskin filled with water along with another set of bandages.

The adults embraced and kissed their son until it was he who moved away from them to stand next to Katsuki.

“He will be fine,” said Mitsuki Bakugou, smiling confidently. “Masaru will come with us and he will take care of the children.”

Izuku said his goodbyes to them and joined the travel caravan. That day, he refused to get on one of the carts and preferred to walk with Mitsuki, asking all kinds of questions. The woman answered each of them with a smile, and at no time seemed to get fed up with him.

At night, Izuku tried to put his blanket next to Katsuki’s, but his friend got up and began to fold his blanket.


“My mother is there,” the blond muttered as he pointed to his parents’ little tent. “You can sleep next to her bed.”

Izuku gaped at him while he carried his things to the other side of the campfire, he saw him settle while turning his back on him. Feeling abandoned, Izuku bit his lip and looked around. Most couples, such as Mitsuki and Masaru, had retreated to their tents. Young people and children slept by the fire, all of them under the care of the sentinels stationed around the perimeter. With nowhere else to go, Izuku curled up and tried to sleep.

He woke up at some point of the night because of the howl of an animal. He stood still, expecting to hear movement or voices, but there was no noise and the absence of it aroused his uneasiness. He knew that the sentinels were taking care of the camp and he also knew he was safe, but he could not stifle the feeling of fear that was beginning to grow in him. Not wanting to attract anyone’s attention, Izuku circled the campfire and approached Katsuki.

“Kacchan.” He shook him slowly, murmuring his name next to his ear. “Kacchan, wake up.”

The blond boy shook himself and turned to him, alert and on guard; as soon as his senses caught the aroma of Izuku, his body relaxed.

“What do you want, Deku?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

“What? No, if you are afraid go with my mother. Haven’t you spent all day jumping and smiling for her?”

“Kacchan, please.”

He tried to imprint on his voice all the urgency and fear that he felt at that moment, and it seemed to have worked, because Katsuki wrinkled his nose and took his blanket to place it next to him.

“Stop crying—and control that scent or you will wake everyone up.”

Izuku settled down next to him, wrapped himself in his blanket and arranged his head so that his forehead was as close as possible to Katsuki’s shoulder. He then inhaled the scent of peace and safety emanating from him, and was rocked with the sound of his breathing; he was almost asleep when he heard the soft whisper of his voice.



“You aren’t going to marry my mother.”

Izuku smiled with his eyes closed, “I don’t want to marry your mother.”

“Then why are you always drooling for her?”

“Because she’s wonderful.”

Silence spread through his body and Izuku let himself be carried away by the warmth and calm of the moment. The dream was there, so close he would have been able to touch it if he  stretched his hands, and just before crossing the threshold into unconsciousness, he was able to hear Katsuki clearly.

“More than me?”

With his last flash of consciousness, Izuku muttered. “No one is better than Kacchan.”






“What are you doing?”

Izuku looked up from his sketchbook and watched as Katsuki sat next to him.

“Have you finished training, Kacchan?”

“Why else would I be here then? …You didn’t come to see the training today; my mother asked about you.”

“Really? Oh, I should apologize to her tomorrow.”

“Don’t do it!” Katsuki leans towards him and looks at the object that Izuku held in his lap. “What’s that?”

Izuku smiles and shows it to him.

“My father has gifted me a notebook.”


“He told me that I can start registering the plants I already know. I can draw them and write down their properties and qualities, the uses they have and their benefits.”

“But he already has books on that.”

“Those are his, this one will be mine. I have just started it. It has no color because the paintings are only sold in the capital, but it does not matter. I will fill it with all the plants I know and then, if I can, I will paint them.”

“What are you going to need them for?”

“I want to be a healer.”

“The omegas are not healers.”

Izuku shrugged and continued to sketch the plant in front of him.

“Anume is an omega and has a boat to fish.”

“Anume lost his alpha in a storm, he uses the boat to feed his pups.”

“Even doesn't have an alpha and in spring she won the archery tournament.”

“Even is a rarity… Is that what you want, to not have an alpha?”

“No alpha is ever going to love me.” Izuku murmured, thinking of his green leaves without flowers. He preferred to stay alone and avoid the humiliation of someone else seeing his brand.

“And if someone asks you?” Asked the blond after a moment of hesitation.

“Well, they’ll have to accept that I’m going to be a healer.” He did not say it with presumption or bravado. It was a simple statement, like when someone says that the sky is blue.






He wasn’t able to hear what Katsuki said, he watched him move his lips, but the words did not reach his ears. He remembers they have been squatting next to each other, he remembers the pressure of his shoulder against his, he remembers the scent of his body, he remembers having gazed at the red gladioli flowers on his shoulder.

He remembers the surprise when the man appeared in front of them. He emerged from the bushes and stopped short at the sight of them.

Izuku had never seen before a man with purple skin, there was no one like him in his village. He was big and stocky, he wore loose clothing in light colors and his hair was the color of snow.

The man smiled and immediately fear spread through Izuku’s body. His fear floated like a dense and bitter incense, to which Katsuki responded by standing in the way of the stranger. The growl he made was not a sound that Izuku remembered hearing before, but it awoke in him a sense of urgency.

Izuku stood up just as two other strangers appeared next to the first. One had the head of a lynx and the body of a man, and the second of them had giant eyes and horns the size of his arm.

“Run!” Katsuki reacted first, turned around and pushed him to move. Izuku obeyed, managed to take three steps when something got tangled with his leg and made him fall.

He fell to the ground with his hands in front of him and spun around in time to see Katsuki jump over the man with the whip. The blond was nimble and fierce, but he could do nothing against the combined strength of three grown men. Izuku shouted when the boy fell to the ground.

Izuku remembers to have moved in impulse, remembers to have crawled to him just to see the blood flowing from his head.

“Kacchan, Kacchan!” He had called desperately, extending his hand to him, but was never able to touch him; the blackness falling over his body like a giant mallet.

Still unconscious, he kept shouting his name, again and again, in the middle of the endless darkness.






Izuku woke up filled with fear and anguish. He stirred in his bed, breathing quickly and without rhythm. He stood still, sniffing the world, expecting to feel the gentle movement of the waves and the scent of salt, but instead he breathed in the fragrance of the earth, and felt the scent of the cold morning. He felt the dry tears on his cheeks, and wiped them away without stopping to think.

He straightened on his bed and hugged himself with the blanket. He struggled to control his breathing while counting to a hundred and then up to a thousand. Little by little, his eyes adapted to the darkness and he managed to visualize the outline of the lamp and the shadow of the clothes near his bed.

He dressed up in silence, placing his bandages almost automatically. He sheathed on his gray pants and put his blanket over his chemise. When he came out of the cave the world was a dirty grey, and when he inhaled deeply, the warmth of his body rose up in white spirals.

Izuku took a moment to recover. The memory still felt too close and if he was not careful he was going to sink into it. No self-pity, he told himself harshly, shook his head decisively and went to work. He did it with determination, without hesitating.

He did not allow himself to ponder.

Fire, he told himself and moved the stacked wood inside the cave to the remains of his nocturnal fire. Water, he took his two largest pots and walked the long stretch to the nearest stream to fill them. Lotion, he took a big breath of air and ended up defoliating the flowers, moved a handful of each in containers with lids, then proceeded to work each of them with different methods. Breakfast, he used some of the water he had left to prepare tea and wrapped himself by the fire while nibbling on his wheat cracker.

The sky was beginning to clear and Izuku just looked at the heavens full of amazing colors. The red protruding from the rest.

He closed his eyes.






Each festival was the same and different at the same time. Although it was not the first festival he attended, Izuku could not help himself when he stopped at each post to appreciate the beauty of the necklaces, bracelets, knives and an infinity of other products. So much was the variety and perfection of each piece that he had not been able to decide on any specific one to buy.

“What’s wrong with you?” Katsuki asked him that night when he saw him sulking by the fire. Izuku told him about his predicament and the boy laughed. “Only someone like you would spend the night worrying about not having bought anything.”

Izuku grimaced.

“Take it,” Katsuki dropped a small and long package unceremoniously on his lap. It was about the size of his hand.

“What is it?”

“You will not know if you don’t open it.”

When he opened it, he found a box with six little jars of blue, red, green, yellow, white and black paint.

“Oh!” Izuku murmured with surprise and delight. He turned to Katsuki. “For what—?”

“What’s the use of paint for, eh? To paint! …Do you want your plant books to be boring?”

Izuku blinked and recalled their conversation of months ago. He smiled and laughed in pure happiness.

“Kacchan, thank you!” He hugged him with the pain box still in hand and breathed in the familiar aroma of wood and smoke. For the first time since he was six years old he did not mind at all his lack of flowers.






“I’m going to get out of here,” Izuku told himself for the umpteenth time, opening his eyes. He repeated it every day, sometimes five or six times to gather strength. “I’m going to find you, Kacchan.”


Chapter Text

It was usual for one of Izuku’s parents to be absent for a few days to attend patients who lived far from the village. Usually it was his father, who disappeared for a few weeks, either to go to the capital to buy material or while making routine visits to the nearest villages. There was a time, however, that the two had to be absent at the same time.

The fault was on the storm that caused a collapse at the East. The closest village to the disaster had been partially covered with trees and debris. All of the adults of his village had left to take care of the wounded and help calming down the little ones, behind were left all the children under twelve with a small group of betas and omegas to tend over them.

That night, while it was raining once again, Katsuki woke up with the need to go to the bathroom. He rubbed his eyes and it took him a moment to understand that the ball of heat that was next to him was Izuku, with wet strands stuck to his forehead. His usually calm expression was absent, instead he was frowning and moving his lips as if he were talking to himself. When a thunder rumbled outside, Izuku involuntarily contracted and his frown got even more pronounced.

Katsuki reacted automatically. He reached out and gently stroked the dark green strands. While brushing his hair away, he rubbed his forehead delicately until the lines of tension faded away.

Once satisfied, Katsuki got up and went to the bathroom. They had been gathered in the assembly hall, the benches were removed so that the children could lie down on the floor while the adults slept near the entrance. The bathroom was no more than ten steps away from the building, yet Katsuki still returned soaked up.

The beta that had been watching him gave him a blanket when he returned. Katsuki used it conscientiously and parted without saying a single word. When he returned to his mat, he found Izuku awake.

“Kacchan?” The boy asked loudly.

“Shh, Deku, you’re going to wake everyone up.” He settled down next to him and wrapped himself in his blankets.

“I’m sorry,” the boy murmured, moving closer until their foreheads touched. “I just woke up and you weren’t here.”

“I went to the bathroom.”

“You got wet.”

“It’s raining again.”

“I know, the thunder woke me up before and that’s why I came, was it wrong?”

“Go to sleep now.”

And Izuku obeyed him. He closed his eyes and it did not take him more than five minutes to be swept away by the dream. Katsuki stood still, absorbing the warmth and the scent. It was like having a small bonfire for himself, although it was a different type of warmth, this one was radiant but it did not burn. Katsuki let himself be enveloped by the sensation. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly—he got drunk and fell asleep.







When he woke up it took him a moment to separate the dream form the reality. The feeling had been so real that he was sure that if he just stretched out his arm he would find Izuku sleeping next to him. He laughed at his naivety, and the sound was not pleasant at all. Katsuki turned around and looked at the grey ceiling, feeling that his usual anger invaded him once again. He had woken up in a bad mood, like he always did when he dreamed about him. Which was basically every day.

He rubbed his face and forced himself to get up.

His partner, in the cell on the other side of the aisle, was already doing his morning warm-ups. Katsuki ignored him and started with his. Some stretches, push ups and sit-ups. He finished with the body soaked in sweat, his muscles tense and the feeling that his mood was not going to improve anytime soon.

The bell rang.

Water began to flow through the two channels that passed by the inside of the bars. Katsuki and the rest of the cage dwellers leaned by the water. Some drank directly from the canal, and others, like Katsuki, used their water buckets and began to fill them until the bell rang again and the supply was cut off.

Katsuki drank and washed himself as best as he could with a cloth and fresh water; he kept a little for later as the heat inside their cells was usually unbearable during the afternoons. Then he just waited.

Breakfast arrived half an hour later. Two guards came downstairs escorting two omegas. Two omegas for two rows of cells, although not all were occupied.

Unconsciously, Katsuki’s eyes roamed on both of the omegas’ bodies. The two girls wore a white sarashi around their chests, white wristbands with metal rings and a fur collar around their necks with a ring that left no doubt of their use, yet the worst of all was that they were not allowed to bandage their stomachs. All of the omegas that he had seen over the years on that cage wore a fundoshi that covered the front, but left the back and most of the belly exposed. They were held by loops around the hips and its goal was to highlight the intricate design of flowers that were supposed to be a shared secret between an omega and their alpha.

From afar, Katsuki glimpsed the white petal on the skin of the girl and averted his eyes, clenching his teeth.







The change had been sudden. One day there were no bandages, and on the next one they appeared.

Katsuki was not around when Izuku’s flower had sprouted; none of the presents had seen the flower but they had managed to distinguish the outline of the leaves and stems before the boy ran home.

When Katsuki saw the bandages he did not question or mention them at any time. In his village the alphas were taught that it was disrespectful to ask about the flower of an omega. When he was old enough to understand, his mother told him clearly that the omegan pond was forbidden under any circumstances and that there was a severe punishment for any foolish person who would try to disturb the privacy of his companions.

Katsuki understood and obeyed, but he was still curious.

He was not the only one, though. The older alphas used to gather around together to talk about the possible flowers of the omegas, they would laugh and fantasize, but sooner or later they would inevitably end up matching with one and never come back to participate in such conversations. It was considered of poor taste after all, to ask another alpha about their omega’s flower. So Katsuki’s curiosity was natural and he could not do anything about it.

The problem was… that Izuku always bathed with them, swam with them, made sandcastles on the beach with them. He was at any time of the day with them, with his bandages and all. Izuku did not want to go to the omegan pond and Katsuki had to find out why, even though he knew he should not ask. He knew it was incredibly rude to even try to touch the bandages without permission, but he could not help it.

And his imprudence had made Izuku cry.

“I’m sorry,” he said that night when he steeled himself enough to offer an olive branch. “What I did was wrong.”

Izuku’s unhappy expression softened and he had accepted the olive twig with a smile.

“Thank you, Kacchan.” The boy had approached him and had given him a hug he did not feel worthy for. “I’m sorry for hitting you.”

“I deserved it,” said Katsuki and returned the hug with care. He felt his body vibrate with Izuku’s laughter and he knew that his friend had forgiven him.

Katsuki kept the questions for himself, but his curiosity remained there, as it was natural.







“....blanket,” the voice returned him to reality and Katsuki turned to the girl with brown hair, her round face had a friendly expression. “I’m going to change your blanket and clothes. It’s time to wash the ones you have there.”

Katsuki got up, folded his blanket and came over to give it to her. At that distance, the scent of the girl enveloped him—chestnuts and berries—, and for a fraction of a second Katsuki was tempted to inhale forcefully; instead he backed up to the farthest wall and threw the blanket towards her, which hit the bars and fell to the ground. Then he undressed and kicked his pants near the bundle of fabric.

The girl said nothing, picked up the blanket and clothes, and passed a clean set through the bars. She placed the breakfast above it: cinnamon rolls, fruit, bread and dried meat wrapped in paper. Although the task was relatively simple, the girl took her time to complete her task before moving to the next cell.

After so much time being locked in, Katsuki was familiar with the routine. He knew that the mission of the omegas was to calm them, flood them with pheromones so that the transfer was as calm as possible, but that day the blond could not approach her without thinking of mint and spices. He still had the memory fresh in his mind and he did not want any other aroma to overshadow it.

The omegas finished their work and left with the two guards. He noticed that only two of his companions had also pulled apart from the omegas and ate with the same expression of distrust that he surely had, the rest of them seemed calm and relaxed, no doubt drunk with the sweet aroma of omegas. Katsuki ate quietly away from the blanket and clothes that smelled of chestnuts.







“Nejire smells like strawberries.” Katsuki heard one of the older alphas say. They had finished their training and were sitting at a side, drinking water and stretching their muscles.

“I know,” answered another alpha that had joined the conversation. “I sat next to her in…”

Katsuki moved away from the group while helping his mother pick up the wooden swords with which he had been training, but one of his friends had listened to the conversation and had continued the topic with the children his age. For Katsuki, the inquiry had lacked interest until one of them had brought Izuku’s name up.

“Midoriya smells like medicine,” said one of them, wrinkling their nose.

“Yes,” answered another one quickly. “Smells like mint, or ginger.”

“I think he smells like flowers,” said a third. “I like it.”

Katsuki stopped what he was doing and turned towards them.

“If you have nothing better to do, you can leave. I don’t feel like listening to stupid things.”

“Do you think he smells like medicine?” The first of his friends asked and Katsuki roared.

“I said, get out!” He pushed them until they all run out. “Leave!”

Katsuki finished collecting the stuff and paused for a moment to think. Yes, Izuku always smelled of medicinal plants, smelled like infused flowers, smelled like those pastes Inko always made and that Izuku tried to imitate, but he did not smell like that all the time. After bathing and before he returned home to be impregnated with the aroma of plants, Izuku’s scent was unmistakable.

He smelled of spices and mint. He smelled like home.







After breakfast and before the effect of the omegas became opaque, another group of guards came down to move them. First, they opened the cages on the left and the occupants came out in a straight line. Katsuki took the pants, and while holding his breath, rubbed it against the ground, then against his body until he was sure that his own scent was opaquing anybody else’s; additionally, he had dry leaves next to the wall, so he took them with discretion and put them in his pocket.

When it was his row’s turn to leave, Katsuki counted the number of guards and their weapons. It was useless of course, several before him had tried to escape, what the heck, he himself had also tried—he bore the marks of his failure on the back. The damn cells were underground, and they were a labyrinth. The only exit he knew of was from the training camp but that place was infested with guards patrolling the battlements. The exit was made of iron and the door could only be opened from the outside.

But instead of going up, they went down. First by stairs and then using an elevator. They went into the mountains, to a zone dimly lit by torches, and next to each torch there was a tall base that had incense on the top. Katsuki cursed to himself when he spotted the unmistakable scent of milk and honey. He heard several deep inhalations and felt, rather than saw, that the environment relaxed. It was inevitable. It was within their nature and it was difficult to combat a custom rooted deep down their system.

It smelled like a pregnant omega. A happy and peaceful omega. It conveyed warmth and calm, and when it was breathed in the natural reaction was to relax, even to purr. The scent made them docile, made them manageable. Katsuki felt his body soften despite his reluctance.

To fight it, he put his hands in his pants and rubbed the dry leaves, then he brought his fingers to his nose and covered it with the mint aroma. It was tenuous, but he concentrated on it. One by one, the alphas divided into groups. Some took their picks and began to dig, others picked up the rocks and transported them to the cargo elevator, the last group was responsible for uploading the material. Katsuki swung the pick in his hands and for a second he thought about nailing it to the closest guard, but the impulse gave away when he remembered that even if he managed to knock down all of the guards, it would have only taken one of them to sound the alarm; all the elevators would be paralyzed and there would be no way out of there.

And Katsuki had to leave. He had to go out. There were pending accounts and he wanted to collect them. So he took his pick and started using it. He lifted it over his head and buried it in the rock, imagining a particular face.







He woke up tied, his head was throbbing, and he was unable to remember the last moments before he became unconscious. He looked up to the sky, smelled the salt of the sea and when he turned around he felt the sand on his neck.

“Oh, look. This one woke up.”

Katsuki turned to the voice and found an unfamiliar and frightening face. His hair was light blue, almost white, and his red eyes were surrounded by wrinkles. He smiled, but his gestures were not kind—his aura emanated pure hostility. The memory of what happened in the forest came back to him, he remembered the men, he remembered Izuku on the ground. ‘I hope he’s gone.’ He thought desperately as he struggled against his bonds.

“Maybe I should put you back to sleep,” the man muttered and Katsuki felt nauseous when his hand made the gesture of reaching out to him.

“We don’t have time, Shigaraki.” Someone else mumbled. Katsuki could not see them because they were outside his periphery, but he would never forget their voice. “The adult alphas are on their way.”

Katsuki thought of his mother and immediately got on his knees. His hands and legs were tied but he had to make time, he had to get his mother—

Every thought possible floated on his mind when his worst nightmare came true. Izuku was on the sand, unconscious; the vision of his body tied paralyzed his heart. Seeing one of the men pick him up to put him in a small boat blew something inside him.

“Let him go!” Katsuki roared and stumbled when he forgot that his hands and feet were tied as he tried to get up.

Somebody else picked him up and he writhed like a worm, but he was only a twelve-year-old kid tied up, there was not much he could do. They put him in a different boat, along with other alpha from his village, all of them unconscious and none older than fifteen. Shigaraki’s boot kept him stuck on the ground, so the only thing Katsuki could do was scream, writhe and gaze at the sky.

He saw the profile of a ship and when they managed to get him inside Katsuki glanced around. There was another ship nearby, both were completely different to the small gondole that his town used to fish. These were gigantic ships, with huge white sails, and on the inside there were giant rooms full of cages.

When Shigaraki threw him into one, Katsuki lost his breath and took a moment to recover. By the time he was able to turn around, the door had closed, and the blue-haired man was smiling.

“Where is he?!” Katsuki howled, ignoring the pain in his head.

“Your friend?” Asked the other with a creepy laugh. “They travel on the other ship, but maybe, someday, if you behave well, you could convince me to let you see him.”

Katsuki had screamed and cursed at him. His nightmare had barely just began.







The pick got stuck, taking Katsuki out of his reveries. He took a moment to breathe and realized he had worked on autopilot. His forehead was beaded with sweat and his shoulders were numb; his back creaked when he straightened, but none of that mattered. He felt good, relaxed and at peace, he inhaled the delicate aroma of honey and his battered body breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not think the work was monotonous, boring and strenuous, he did not think about the time, he did not think the food was bad and tasteless. He worked reveling in the aroma of milk.








His voice; it is hard to hear his voice.


It was like a distant echo. A distorted echo.








He woke up from his trance and immediately scanned his surroundings. He was back in his cell, and the work day was over. He felt his head light and filled with smoke, so he shook his head; despite the discomfort, he could certainly say that the incense has lost its effect.

Katsuki approached his water bucket and wetted his face and body, vaguely aware that the cell has been cleaned, that his shit bucket has been emptied and that there is a slight omegan scent in the air. He drinks until he feels full and gradually regains control over his body. He stretches his back carefully and massages the tendons of his arms the way he has done it at nighttime for the past few years. He was so concentrated on his task that it took him a moment to process the words that came from the adjacent cell. He turns to the voice and is greatly surprised when he discovers a new face.

“What?” He growls, studying the stranger’s features.

“Bad day?” Asks the other with a smile.

And Katsuki does not know what is more extraordinary, the carefree smile or the feeling that this boy has no idea where he is.

“What’s your name?” The stranger asks him, leaning against the bars that separate both cages. “I’m Kirishima, or Eijirou if you find it more comfortable.”

Katsuki growls and ignores him, he does not feel like chatting.

“I had asked you before,“ the guy continues as if nothing. “But you didn’t answer, nobody did. It was pretty weird. You all had the same expression, between reality and dreamland. What happened?”

“Does it matter?” Katsuki grunts, disentangling his neck. “Tomorrow you’ll know.”

“Oh…” He keeps quiet for a second, just one. “Would you mind giving me more details?”


“...yes what. If you would mind or if you’re giving me more details?”

Katsuki feels that his bad mood returns with full strength.

“Shut up!”

“I see you’re upset, do you think—?”


Surprisingly the strangers holds his tongue, maybe because he had also heard the steps. The ritual is repeated and two guards escort two omegas that carry their dinner; these are not the same as the ones from breakfast, and one of them is a boy.

Katsuki hears his cell neighbor take a quick breath. He can feel the surprise, the shock, the agitation, and the never-ending flow of different emotions sprouting from him. All newly arrived alphas have the same reaction when they see an omega for the first time in public without bandages.

Katsuki looks at him and is not surprised to see the blush on his face, nor the way he suddenly tries to look everywhere except at the omegas. All his confidence vanished when the blond omega kneels next to his cell to pass dinner between the bars, he stays still while staring directly at his face and when the blond gets up to leave, the stranger directs his eyes to the ground.

While the omega places his dinner inside his cage, Katsuki approaches him. This time he does not mind sucking the aroma of oranges.

“I need more mint,” he murmurs, picking up his dinner while trying to hide his face from the guards. The other does not respond, but Katsuki knows he has heard it. After all, it is not the first time he asks for it.

The omegas leave and Katsuki eats his dinner in peace, or at least he does until the steps of the guards disappear in the distance and his neighbor decides to resume their talk.

“Why are they—?”

Katsuki cuts the question that he has heard a hundreds of times. “Do you think they have a choice?”

He listens the alpha take a deep breath and Katsuki supposes the conversation is over, but he is wrong.

“What did you tell him?” He asks in a low voice, turning his back to him.

“It’s none of your business.” Katsuki mutters while biting on his food lazily.

“Wow, you’re so charming.”

Katsuki’s bad mood bursts out at last, his head hurts, he feels useless and the desperation that roars inside him seems to have no end. He gets up and in two strides he covers the distance to the adjacent cage. He stretches his arm and buries his finger in the chest of the newcomer.

“Listen, you moron. Nobody here has any humor for your jokes or questions. It’s obvious that this is your first day. Do you want to know what’s going to happen? You’ll find out tomorrow. Do you want some advice? Shut up! Let the rest enjoy their dinner in peace.”

The stranger studies him with absolute attention. Katsuki looks back at him and tries to make up an idea of the man in his head while examining his body. He has vast angular features and his complexion is robust and firm. At the center of his chest scarlet lys flowers bloom and gleam. When Katsuki is just about ready to turn around and go back to his dinner, the stranger says:

“Do you like to live here?”

Katsuki growls, a sound of threat and fury.

“Are you an idiot?”

“Do you want to go back home?”







“Do you want to go back home?”

He listens to the question but his brain is not able to process it. The pain on his back is dull and it spreads through his body, crushing any other sensation. He opens his eyes and blinks until he can focus on the face in front of him. When he recognizes the body, he is filled with a thick and liquid hate.

“I’ve heard you say you wanted to go back home, although maybe it’s the incense’s fault, I don’t know.”

Katsuki grunts and tries to throw himself at him, but his arms are chained to the wall.

“Oh, we have a wild cat here.” The blue-haired man laughs and Katsuki feels his insides contract in disgust. “Several actually.”

It is only then when Katsuki realizes that he is not alone. There are more boys chained in the same room as him. All of them are around his age, some even younger than him.

You know,” Shigaraki continues without looking at him. “You’ve been muttering a name while you were sleeping… Deku? Do you find it familiar?”

Katsuki roars and the sound alerts the others who begin to shake in their chains.

“Shigaraki! Stop provoking them.”

“Shut up and bring more incense.”

One of his lackeys rushed to please him and Katsuki struggled with more force. He hates that incense. He hates it with all his strength. It smells like an omega, a happy pregnant omega, but there was something wrong with it, because it does not only reassure them, it also leaves them weak and makes them lose track of time.

But there was no way to escape, soon the room began to get flooded with an irresistible aroma. Ignoring them all, their captors continue with their talk.

“How long will the conditioning take?” Shigaraki asks.

“In a couple of weeks we’ll send them to the general.”

“And the omegas?”

Katsuki tenses, it is the first time he hears them mentioning them.

“We will not have time to go and look for more. We cannot risk being intercepted by Yuuei’s ships. We have to deliver this group to the city.”

“The general will not be pleased.”

“The general will understand that it wasn’t anyone's fault that the damn ship was wrecked. We were lucky that ours didn’t run with the same destiny.”







“Hey? Did you hear me?”

Katsuki blinks and looks at him. He takes a second to rewind the conversation. Back home? No, there’s nothing there for him. His mother, maybe, if she’s still alive. But what he really wants, what he wants above everything else: It is the head of the man called Shigaraki.

“I want revenge,” he says, and his voice resounds low and severe, like the growl of a wild animal.


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He woke up with a headache and it took him a moment to understand that yup—for sure—the lamp above his head was moving and that it was not a result of his imagination; nor was he imagining the bars that were next to his face.

“Hue,” he murmured and felt his mouth dry. He tried to get up but only managed to turn around, feeling that his head was beating like a giant heart.

“Are you okay?” Asked another boy sitting next to him, an omega from his village two years older than him.


“On a ship,” someone else muttered.

Izuku closed his eyes and concentrated on easing the pain in his head. He touched the bump and massaged the outline despite the chills that ran through his body when he touched it. When he managed to calm the dizziness he stood up slowly. In his cage there were another eight omegas cohabiting with him, and all of them from his village; there were also four other cages in the room, each of them filled with omegas from all ages. Izuku counted no less than fifteen unknown faces.

None of them was Katsuki.

At first he felt relief, because if the blond was not there it meant without a doubt that he they had left him behind. ‘Stay at home,’ he thought, and it was almost absurd to feel that his consolation managed to reassure him; but the calm did not last long. The room smelled of stress. The fear of the omegas had spread throughout the compartment filling it with a bitter scent. It was impossible to remain calm in those circumstances. Izuku tried, he had tried not to think about the body of his unconscious friend.

‘There was too much blood,’ he told himself and immediately shook his head. ‘No. Kacchan is fine. It was just a blow, someone must have found him already. My parents would have tended him. He’s going to get better, it’s not the first time he has cracked his head open. When he wakes up he’ll tell everyone what happened, Mistuki and the rest will know.’

Izuku came out of his trance when Toru pressed next to him, only then did the boy realize that he had been muttering loudly.

“Will they come looking for us?” The girl asked, resting her head on Izuku’s shoulder.

The answer was immediate. “They’ll come.”

‘Kacchan will come,’ Izuku told himself, full of blind confidence. And when the time comes, Izuku would be waiting for him.






The omegas piled up in small groups trying to give themselves comfort. The vicious environment lightened, but it still reeked of fear, uncertainty and anxiety. Izuku breathed and every inhalation was shaking his assurance that Katsuki would look for him. He fell into an restless sleep; he dreamt of Katsuki covered in blood, dreamt of his white skin falling apart between his fingers. His fear joined with the others and when they started to cry, he did not have the strength to stop his tears.






They were not allowed to leave to go to the bathroom, so soon the room got filled with the smell of urine, shit and vomit. Izuku and the rest used one corner of the cage as a bathroom and piled up in the other. They received food once a day and because their rations were tiny and limited to bread and water, the bath began to be used less frequently. Everyone had started to show signs of exhaustion—they slept more and moved less. It only took one to start crying for the rest to follow.

In spite of everything, it was a consolation to be surrounded by the scent of his companions. Izuku woke up in a pile of arms and legs, trying to rescue the aroma of his home.






Izuku woke up with nausea. The ship was rocking with such violence that one of the lamps that hung on the wall shot out and crashed to the ground. The oil spilled on the wood and the fire spread uncontrollably.

All of the omegas began to scream.

It did not take long before one of the guards came down to investigate the uproar. When he saw the fire he left running and returned carrying two buckets with water. It was almost funny to see him wobble because of the ship, but in the end he managed to put out the fire. When the guard finished he turned to leave, but just at that moment the whole ship shook violently and all the cages moved.

One of them crashed into the guard and the man bounced to the wall where his head emitted a strong ‘Plop’.

“The keys!” Izuku shouted when he saw him on the floor.

Immediately one of the adult omegas that was in a nearby cage took out her arms from the bars and after a brief hesitation began to search the pockets of the unconscious man. As soon as the keys were found the omega tried each one until she found the one that opened her cage.

The omegas came out. Another violent shake sent them to the ground and made them r oll to the wall. The adult, who had some quick reflexes to hold on to the cage, staggered but was able to keep her vertical position. With great care she moved from cage to cage, opening the doors. All the omegas began to move slowly, some crawling, others holding on to the cages, but the trembling was growing in intensity. And not only that, with each violent shake the water that was entering the stairs kept accumulating even more until it reached the depth of two fingers, then it covered their ankles, and it kept growing.

The omegas stumbled and fell, their bodies slid from left to right. Izuku, who was holding on to one of the cages, waited until the movement of the ship tilted to the right and then released his hold. He crashed into another omega but managed to get to the corner closest to the door.

Another violent shake, the worst of all, moved the cages, and they all ended up colliding into the opposite wall. The surge of water that entered the stairs got even more pronounced.

And it did not stop.

Clinging to the ring embedded in the wooden wall, Izuku noticed that the water began to reach his waist, then his chest and by the time it reached his head he let go. He floated and waited until his forehead touched the ceiling. On the corner of his eyes he saw several omegas following his example, then he inhaled deeply and submerged.

He swam to the door, he swam with all his strength and although he felt weak and exhausted, he did not give up. He swam down down the stairs hoping to leave the waters, but when he did he found no air or sky. They were under the sea.

Izuku swam. He kicked until he felt cramps on his legs. He braced until his shoulders turned into fire. His head pierced the surface and his immediate reaction was to open his mouth and breathe, and then when a wave hit his face he sank once again. He emerged coughing and with the lacerating sensation of having swallowed water against his will.

He struggled to stay afloat, but wave after wave sank him beyond despair. Suddenly something hard crashed into his face, the blow shook him and he reached out to grab it. It escaped between his fingers, and Izuku used the rest of his strength to go after the piece of wood that was moving away from him. As soon as he had it within reach, he clung to it and used it as a float.

More exhausted than ever, Izuku took a moment to breath. The raging sea did not stop rising until it fell with force, cold and implacable. The wind emitted roars like those of a furious beast, and the sky flashed lights, one after another, accompanied by a deafening bellow. When Izuku looked around, expecting to see other omegas emerging from the sea, all he found was water, white waves swaying against him. There was no sign of the ship, its crew, or the merchandise they carried in the vault.

Izuku was alone.

He closed his eyes and rested his cheek against the board. He thought of his home and let the sweet nostalgia invade him. He cried silently, saying his goodbyes to his parents, to his friends, to Katsuki.

“Don’t be a wimp.”

The phrase sounded clear and fresh in his mind. He could remember the nuances of that voice without effort. He could see the confident smile and the expression brimming with presumption.

Katsuki had always been brilliant, had been the first to get his flower, had started his training before anyone else, had skillful hands to grasp knives and make knots, was fast and agile and had become the star that guided his life. Izuku wanted to be like him, he wanted to be what Katsuki was for him.

Izuku’s hands clung to the plank without hesitation, he opened his eyes and fought the sleep, hunger and fatigue. While the rain raged on him, Izuku vowed not to surrender.

“Wormwood is bitter,” he murmured to himself as the wind continued to blow. “It has long, dark leaves and it serves to calm the pains and the stomach. The basil…”

With the storm whipping above his head, Izuku continued to list the plants he knew. He recited one by one, their characteristics, their utilities, and their shape. He imagined them and tried to remember the aroma of each one.

When he finished reciting all of the plants he knew by heart he started again. He knew he would never see Katsuki again if he surrendered.






When he came back to his senses the storm was over and he was no t able to remember ever fainting. He woke up in front of a blue sky, bright and clear. He woke up with his body numb and his head full of noise. He woke up under the scrutiny of big black eyes. When he saw her with another person with the head of a bird next to her, Izuku started screaming.






Izuku opened his eyes and the first thing he saw were the familiar black eyes, the thin square face and small nose. This time, he smiles.

“Hello, Tsuyu-chan.” He smiles and tries to identify the time of the day by the sun’s position. “I didn’t know you were coming today.”

“I came to collect mollusks. I didn’t think I would find you here, it’s a bit past the afternoon.”

“Really?” He straightened up slowly, disentangling his back. “I was working on the sails, but I fell asleep.”

“You know you can’t stay on the beach Zuchan. It’s dangerous if someone else finds you.”

“I closed my eyes for just a moment, I didn’t even realize that so much time had passed. I will start packing my things.”

“I’ll help you, but I have to hurry. My sister will come looking for me if I don’t return soon.”

“It’s okay, if you want to I’ll help you so you don’t get late.” Izuku takes the bucket that the girl had and they spend the next half hour with their feet stuck in the sea. “Is the curfew still enforced?”

“It will last until the king’s troops arrive.”

“How much time is left? One week?"

“The recruiting letter arrived two weeks ago, so another two need to pass before the first group arrives. Fumikage told me you’re thinking of leaving by then. Are you sure it’s a good idea? You could do the same thing you do every year.”

“I’ll go into the woods when my heat arrives. I have everything ready—food, water, blankets; but I don’t want to risk any of the soldiers finding the ship. If they find it they’ll ask questions, or worse, they’ll take it away.”

“Fumikage says—”

“I know. He has offered to take responsibility for it in case they find it, but it’s a risk I don’t want to take. I can’t spend another year building a new one.”

“You’ve done it before.”

“Yes, I did, but this is the first one that has never sunk during any of the test trips. It’s the best I’ve done so far.”

“Are you sure it will resist the trip?”

“I hope so.”

“Have you made any alterations in the route?”

“According to the maps that Tokoyami got me, we are at the southeast of the Inner Sea, and on the other side of the sea is the Yuuei Kingdom. If I can get there and border its coasts, I’ll be able to reach the southern tip of the continent. From there, I must continue to the southwest until I reach the group of Kohei Islands. One of those islands is my home.”

“Crossing the Inner Sea isn’t easy. Storms abound and there are water snakes. Those who traverse it use huge ships to make the sailing successful. I think it would be better if you didn’t separate yourself from the coast. If you manage to follow it, you’ll go around the sea and you’ll reach the other end anyway.”

“It’s an option that I still haven't dismissed. I could get away from the coast enough to avoid being seen by land and if I ran into a storm I could go to the coast and wait for it to pass. It is, without a doubt, a viable option; but, if I do follow through it, I would have to cross near Overhaul Castle, and we know very well how your king isn’t able to put up with my race. If they catch me, they’ll kill me. Even if I suppose that I pass without being seen, immediately afterwards there are the lands of the General and we know that its port is always open. I’ll not be able to cross it by ship, I could leave the boat before arriving to the port and try my luck by land, but even if I manage to cross the territory without being caught, I’ll have to cross the war zone…” Izuku stops and turns around to her. “I’m sorry, I’ve started muttering once again.”

“Don’t worry, I’m glad to see you’ve considered all the possible scenarios, but even so, I think that crossing the sea on that ship is risky.”

“Thanks for your concern, Tsuyu-chan, but it’s something I have to do.”

Once they finished collecting the mollusks, Tsuyu helped him collect his things and hide the small boat under leaves and branches. They begin to walk back home and before separating, Tsuyu sighs.

“Has Fumikage told you?”

“That his name’s on the recruiting list? Yeah, he did. He also told me that you plan to get ready instead of your brother to avoid him being the one taken away.”

“Samidare is too young, my mother would die of pain if she had to see him go.”

“It will also hurt her to lose you.”

“I’m the oldest one of my siblings, it’s my duty. Maybe the war would be over when next year arrives.”

“Those are the news that arrive?”

The girl sighs.

“It’s said that the General and our king have started the process of an alliance.”

“Is that why this year’s recruitment is more exhaustive?”

“It’s said that our king will send support troops for the General. I suppose that with both forces they plan to oppose to the king of Yuuei.”

Izuku absently rubs his nose.

“If the two kingdoms of the western zone come together, nobody will be safe.”

“You must be careful, Zuchan. The General has convinced our king to deliver him anyone who wears flowers on their body. They have also decided to help in the construction of ships, if any of their ships finds you, there’ll be no escape.”

Izuku shakes his head.

“It’s a risk that I’ll take. I can’t stay all my life here, hidden in the forest, waiting for no one to find me. I appreciate the concern that Tokoyami and you feel, but when you guys leave there’ll be no one left who knows that I’m here. I can’t stand thinking that I’ll never see my home again. I have to go, I have to take this chance.”

The girl nods and Izuku moves away from her, offering another sad smile.






Izuku’s heat comes and goes. It leaves him exhausted, dissatisfied and with a mind full of memories—the aroma of wood and smoke, the ghostly sensation of alabaster skin, the condescending smile, and the bright red of the gladioli.

The memory of Katsuki is radiant and hot. Izuku touches himself while thinking about him, murmurs his name until it loses meaning and grinds until his body melts again and again. And even then, it is never enough.






The sky is colored in a light grey when Fumikage and Tsuyu arrive at the beach to say goodbye. Between the three they transport the food, clothes, blankets, the bottles with pastes and water.

“Zuchan,” said the girl when she stops to observe her friend. “What’s that?”

Seeing that she pointed at his ankle, Izuku raised his pants to show his artwork.

“I made it.”

A beautiful white orchid flashed just above the bone of his ankle, from it green lines were born and wrapped around his leg.

“It’s not perfect, but I think it’ll work out.”

“Won’t the paint fade?” asked Fumikage.

“If I wet it and rub it away it will and if it stays wet for a long time the ink will run, so I intend to wrap my leg with bandages, this way I'll avoid getting it wet and it’ll serve as a distraction.”

“Have you loaded enough lotion for the odyssey?”

“All that I could, but you can’t recognize us by our scent anyway.”

“But we can track you.”

“I know. Well, I have everything I need, and I’m also carrying some plants in case I get dizzy, sick or hurt. I think I’m ready.”

They embrace once again, offering advice, consolation and good luck. When the sun finally raises completely from the horizon, Izuku hugs them for the last time.

“Thank you for rescuing me,” he says, squeezing them hard. “Thank you for helping me when I had nothing. Thank you for the food, the company. Thank you for not delivering me.”

Tsuyu cries quietly as she mumbles, “Take care Zuchan. I sincerely hope that you will be able to return to your home.”

“Thanks, Tsuyu-chan. If I can, someday, I hope to return.”

Fumikage does not cry, but his expression shows a deep sadness.

“Hopefully, Zuchan, you’ll never see any of our people ever again.”

The two friends push the small boat while Izuku gets ready with the oars. He shakes his hands until the silhouettes on the beach are dwarfed, then, he turns towards the sea.

“Here we go.”






The first day the wind is favorable. Izuku releases the sails and guides his ship, taking as a reference the sun. It advances at a good pace, and when there is no more wind he tries to fish to maintain his food reservations, although he knows that eating raw fish constantly can be dangerous.

The sun is unbearable, so Izuku wraps his head in one of his shirts and undresses. He sleeps at intervals, always taking care that the boat does not move away from the imaginary line he drew. When it rains, he collects water inside one of the pots that he carries and every day he counts his food, the days he has been traveling and tries to adjust the rations as needed.

According to his calculations, he's not even halfway through the trip when he encounters his first storm. It’s not terrible, but it rattles the sea with fury and the cold waves collide against his boat with such force that Izuku is left with no other choice than to tie himself to the mast in order to avoid falling. The nausea shakes him and the experience overall is terrible.

When the storm finally calms down, Izuku is exhausted. His first thought is to make sure that his things remain safe and it takes him an eternity to check everything in his inventory. When he’s finally over and starts to resume his course, he notices a black shadow that flashes on the horizon. There’s not only one though, because behind it he begins to distinguish another one.

Izuku’s stomach contracts with panic.






The first thing he does is get dressed. His hands tremble so much that he cannot get his bandages done on the first try. Fear beats within him forcefully, but Izuku bites his mouth, uses his breathing exercises to calm down and restarts his work. He puts his pants on, his chemise, his vest and tries to fold his pants to leave the bandages ankle in sight. After that he hoists the sails, and unfortunately for him, there is no wind.

Izuku curses.

The black shadow advances at an astonishing speed and its contours do not take long to distinguish themselves. Behind them come other three ships, one after the other.

Izuku uses the oars to initiate the retreat, but the lookout of the first ship must have an excellent view because the ship has slightly modified its route and now heads directly towards him. Wanting to avoid a collision at all cost, which would undoubtedly end with his boat split in two, Izuku moves in parallel line to the ship. He waits for the speed of the ship to not allow them to stop so he would have the opportunity and be able to get away before the others react, but the desire is in vain because he realizes that the ship began its deceleration from the moment he corrected his route.

As soon as Izuku’s boat is close to the ship, long ropes fall from the railing. Izuku tries to use the oars to get away but before his boat starts to move, one of the men on board jumps using the ropes and falls on his boat.

The blow shakes the boat and Izuku bends over the edge because of the movement. He loosens the oar unintentionally, and when he tries to grasp the other to defend himself, the intruder grabs him by the hair. Another intruder falls from the ship, and while the first one of them uses the ropes to ascend while carrying Izuku like a sack of potatoes, the other is entertained by putting all of his belongings in several sacks.

The attack does not even take more than ten minutes, and despite the situation, Izuku is quite surprised by the efficiency.

The attacker drops Izuku with force and the boy growls when his arm receives all the weight of his body. Before he can say anything, strange hands turn him around and try to tear his vest. Izuku fights and kicks, but the copper-skinned man is much stronger. Then, a voice near him says:

“Just leave him. He’s a workman.” A hand grips Izuku’s leg and the boy prats that his deception works. Apparently it does because the hand releases him and the attacker takes him up as if he was a mere child.

Izuku looks around, studying the faces. Many of them have animal characteristics, but there are others, like the man who's carrying him, whose only difference is the color of his skin.

“Put him in a cell,” the voice belongs to a small man with eyes of a man but the beak of a bird. “And the rest to work. Turn on the boilers again. Maximum speed.”

Just at that moment a dreadful rumble resounded in the distance. Izuku turned around to look towards the horizon. In the distance, the second and third ships seem to have crashed, but after a thorough observation, Izuku realizes that the second ship is in flames while the third seemed completely fine. Moreover, Izuku distinguishes that they are not even the same type of boat: the one burns has only one mast, while the other had three, and the flag that flutters over them is different.

He listens to someone of the crew yell a curse and the little man starts screaming.

“Come one, move! I want this thing to move! Unless you want to enjoy the damn hospitality of the savages.”

The last thing Izuku sees before they put him inside the cellar is the fourth ship, the one that comes behind everyone, passes the other two and heads directly towards them. Like the third ship, the last one has three masts and on the top of one of them a grey and red flag flies.






Izuku knows to expect the cages, but unlike the ones he knew when he was ripped from his home, these cells were individual. The cellar is full of small cages, most of them full. Izuku needs just an inhalation to know that all the people present are alphas. There was not a single beta on board.

Inside his cage, Izuku arranges his clothes and tries not to writhe with anxiety. It is difficult to not do it when the whole compartment is full of anger. The alpha, although young, exude warnings and fury, Izuku smells them and understands why they, unlike the omega, go in separate spaces. They smell confinement, violence. Izuku feels the urge to become a little ball, to beg for forgiveness. He is tempted to release pheromones in order to calm them, but he bites his hand and buries his nose in his clothes.

His clothes smell like flowers. Flowers and plants. He concentrates on the aroma and tries not to look at anyone. The alpha that is in the cell next to his speaks to him:

“Where did you come from?” His tone is steely, his face looks no older than fifteen years old, but his teeth look frightening and his eyes sparkle danger.

“I was traveling on my boat,” he explains, trying to keep his voice steady. “I got away from the coast and they captured me.”

The alpha sucks air several times in a row.

“You are not an alpha,” he growls.

“I—I’m a beta.”

“You don’t smell like one either.”

“I’m a healer, I make pastes and medicine with plants. Surely I smell like that.”

The alpha inhales once again, “Yeah… I can smell the flowers.”

“What was the rumble that we heard?” Asks another alpha, the boy who’s cage is right in front of Izuku’s.

“A ship… there was a ship burning.”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know… aren’t they all the same?”

“No! Those demons attacked our villa, but the king’s fleet is chasing them. We’ve been listening to their warning horns since two days ago! It’s a matter of time before they reach us.”

“They are close,” Izuku tells them before explaining with great detail the scene that unfolded on the deck.

“The omegan boat was on fire?” Someone asks and Izuku turns to the voice but doesn’t know where it comes from.

“The omegan boat?”

“Where do you come from that you don’t know?”

Izuku chokes. “From the Kohei Islands,” he said with a dry voice. “They attacked my village a few years ago, but I never knew that—”

One of the alphas cut him with a gesture. “Those demons always use two ships: one for the alphas and one for the omegas. If the king’s fleet has manages to board that ship, then the omegas will be safe.”

There are countless murmurs of excitement among the boys. Izuku notices that the anger subsides, no doubt many of them are grateful to know that their friends, siblings or future fiancés are now safe; but there is something that shakes Izuku from head to toe.

“How many ships of the king’s fleet were there?” Asked someone and Izuku reacts slowly.

“I saw two,” he mutters without strength. “One stayed with the ship on fire, the other one comes right behind.”

There are cries of elation, the compartment is flooded with energy, rapture, but Izuku does not pay attention. He cannot stop thinking. A ship for omegas. A ship for alphas. His heart writhes. ‘No,’ he thinks with despair. ‘Kacchan is at home, he’s at home.’ But even while he repeats it, he does not stop seeing the body of an unconscious Katsuki. He does not stop remembering the water filling the cellar, he does not stop thinking about the raging sea.

‘Two ships,’ he repeats. He did not see another ship.

‘Two ships.’ There was no other ship.

The two ships… Did they sink?

Izuku covers his mouth, goes back to the corner of his cage, he tenses his body to control himself and lets the tears overflow. Silent, bitter and salty.


Chapter Text

From his boat trip Katsuki remembers the scent: a room full of young alpha, furious and violent, locked for days. It is not something that is easily forgotten.

The grunts, cries and curses lasted a long time, they lasted day and night until hunger prevailed. Despite the fatigue and discomfort, Katsuki remained attentive. His fury was red and bright, it was paralyzing. He could sit for hours, tense as a steel bar. He watched, he listened, he paid attention… waiting for an opportunity to jump and flee; but there never was one.

After the ship they traveled in wagons for days until they reached the fortress. Katsuki saw the tall, grey towers with a small flag waving on the tip of one of them, before they pushed his cage on a platform. Katsuki stood on guard waiting for the door to open. Despite the fatigue, he was ready to bite and kill; he did not expect the floor to move.

He fell through a tilted tunnel. Which’s surface was completely smooth. Katsuki used his hands and nails to avoid moving but he had no luck, he reached the bottom of the passage and his body hit the ground with a dry sound. Even so, he quickly got up, ready to face anything, but there were only other guys like him. All tense, distrustful, dirty and hungry.

Behind him came more prisoners, all of them children. When the tunnel door closed without warning, everyone looked at each other. They waited in silence, getting ready to fight, but their enemy had been invisible. It had arrived in silence, sliding between their legs, ethereal and without form.

Over time, Katsuki would give it the name of the black incense.






The memories of his stay in that dungeon were vague, fragments and pieces of events that seemed unreal, although if he tried hard he could evoke complete scenes. He remembered that the food came through the tunnel albeit no one seemed interested in approaching, he remembered that many contracted and shrinked in the corners with a lost expression, and he remembers that there were others who shook violently until they suddenly became rigid with the gaze dull.

Several of his acquaintances died like this. Katsuki survived. He survived the storm that had taken Izuku. He survived the incense and conditioning. He survived the dungeons that came later. He survived the chains, blows and hunger.

He survived everything.

And within him burned a single desire.









“I want revenge.”

He tasted the word, each syllable, each intonation. He feeds himself with it and the word becomes fuel for his boiling anger. Revenge . It is the only thing he has left, the only thing he lives for.

His answer causes the newcomer to smile. A gesture full of satisfaction, a gesture of companionship, a gesture of understanding… for Katsuki it is a useless gesture. He does not want his friendship. He does not want approval and nor does he want his attention.

“Then we’ll have to get you out of here.”

Katsuki freezes. ‘Yes!’ The scream resonates within him with the force of a storm. ‘YES. YES. Yesyesyes…’ He wants to be free. He needs to be free. ‘I would be free…’ But before he can say anything, the guards return. Katsuki backs away, tense and on guard.

“It seems that your welcome party is ready.” The murmur that he emits was not intended for him to hear, but the boy in the adjacent cell turns to him and frowns. Katsuki looks at him and tries to use the same tone of voice again. “We’ll see if you’re one of those who returns.”


“They have no choice.”

Katsuki walks away. He does not need to look to know how the situation develops, he has seen it too many times—Alphas ready to fight with boldness and determination, only to be reduced by damned tranquilizing darts.

The bastards had learned that if they dare to get into a cage with us, nothing guarantees that they will come out in one piece.

Katsuki hears the curses of the alpha, he hears his body hit against the bars, he hears him scream and fight and when it gets silent, he hears the grid that opens, the body that is dragged, and the silence that follows. When he looks around, he sees the same anger that beats inside him. Everyone knows what awaits the newcomer.






He woke up chained to the wall in the middle of the darkness. Unlike previous occasions, the chains was fixed to a metal collar on his neck, which left his hands and legs free. When he tried to stand up he realized that he was trembling. He could not say when was the last time he had eaten something.

Slowly, examining his newly recovered will, Katsuki moved through the cell, measuring the length of his chain and trying to disperse the fog that covered his mind. He stretched out his arms in front of him and moved slowly, hoping he would not crash or fall, but before he could touch anything the chain tensed. He began to move laterally until he found one of the walls on the sides, then he leaned against it and let himself fall. He closed his eyes and tried to look back at everything that has happened to him, but there were only incongruous pieces and flashes. He thought of Izuku, and it was a relief that his memory was still there, waiting to be called. He struggled a bit, but he was managed to evoke his dazzling face with round cheeks. The Izuku of his memories was happy and possessed a blinding smile; his voice had a characteristic high-pitched tone and his laughter was carefree. Katsuki inhaled strongly but instead of the scent of basil and mint he smelt the confinement and the rottenness of his cell.

He left his trance when the door opened.

Katsuki opened his eyes and stood up instantly, but the sudden movement and adrenaline hit made him dizzy. It took him a moment to recover before focusing his attention on the visitor, and when he did he felt his eyes resent the faint light of the lamp. He rubbed them hard, hoping the weakness would go away. When he focused on the newcomer, he saw a girl, no older than fifteen, skinny and tall. Her orange hair had been cut short and she was almost half naked.

Katsuki’s eyes slid from the white sarashi to her belly. When he spotted the intricate design of the daisies that stood out on her hip, the boy choked. Surprised, altered and confused, Katsuki looked away from her and turned around, giving her room to cover herself.

He heard her approach but even so he did not turn around.

“I brought you food,” she said.

Katsuki looked at her, trying to keep eyesight above her head. Along with the scent of fruits he distinguished the indisputable smell of fear and anxiety.

“Who are you?”


She sat down in a way that her knees covered her stomach. Katsuki sighted and imitated her. He looked at her necklace and the wristbands with rings. They were similar to his, and he did not need to ask to know that her dress was something she had not chosen by her own free will.


She handed him a bag and Katsuki looked at her suspiciously. He became alert and the room was filled with his scent.

“Didn’t the tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

There was a sharp inhalation and the girl’s anxiety thickened around her.

“First, eat.” She said.


“Shh,” she murmured as she rested her head on her knees. Her voice faded until it became an urgent whisper. “Don’t shout and don’t move. They are watching us.”

Katsuki tensed and held back the urge to look around. With his heart eating at full speed, Katsuki took out the fruits, the bread and the water. He hesitated a moment before touching the items, even though his mouth had began to salivate in anticipation.

“It’s clean,” she murmured when she saw his uncertainty. “They want you to trust me.”

Katsuki ate slowly, making sure his stomach was not rebelling against him.

“What do they want?” Katsuki asked, making sure the murmur did not extend beyond them.

She hesitated, her fear shot up and flooded the room. Katsuki wrinkled his nose.

“I’m sorry,” Itsuka said, trying to control herself.

“Just spit it out. Why are you here?”

“We have… they want… we’re supposed to mate.”

Katsuki choked. Although his intention was to remain calm, he could not help but get up and back away.


“Don’t scream, calm down.” When she got up, the other stuck to the wall. “If you scream, they’ll come.”

“Stay away!”

She froze at the indisputable tone of an alpha. They stayed like that for a moment before the door opened and one of the guards entered.

“Come here.”

The omega hesitated before obeying, and as soon as she was near the guard, he held her by the hair and dragged her through the door. It was then that Katsuki realized that the worst had yet to come.






They tried it again and again.

They tried to nurture his trust and Katsuki made sure to keep his distance. Day by day he was building the walls between them. He was not fooled by her aroma not by her sweetness. They ate in silence, separated, without exchanging a word.

They tried to threaten him and Katsuki laughed at them. He fought and they skinned his back, he received blows and lashes without yielding. There were long periods in blank where he laid unconscious and limp. In one of those times he almost made the mistake of letting himself go. He had woken up confused and disoriented, and when he managed to focus his sight the first thing he registered were two green eyes. Two light green eyes, like the grass in spring. Had he been fully conscious, he would have realized the difference, but his head weighted a lot and the memory of Izuku was still fresh. For a moment he thought he was still dreaming and let himself be carried away. He had kissed that “Izuku” with a silent and anguished despair. He would have done much more if he had not sucked the air hard, longing for the scent of spices, but then he recognized the fruity aroma, sweet and soft, completely opposite to what he expected. He had released her, pushed her away and used the strength he had left to force her back.

They tried to use her nature and Katsuki had preferred to bleed. That day, when she entered, Katsuki knew immediately that something was wrong. The girl’s scent had intensified exponentially and her eyes, usually calm, seemed to tremble with agitation. As soon as he understood it, Katsuki roared, bit his arms until they bled, he screamed in fury until the girl retired to a corner to wail, wrapped in need and desire. Her scent was so intense, so exquisite, that Katsuki saw black. That day, he cracked his head open while throwing it against a wall, the intoxicating aroma of fruit flooding his senses, and luckily for him, h had managed to faint.

They tried to blackmail him and Katsuki had to harden his heart. It was closing all sympathy and all empathy when he saw the bruises on the delicate skin were becoming more and more visible. Sometimes he could hear the beatings of the omega on the other side of the door and Katsuki tried to withdraw into a corner, knowing that if he showed the slightest sign of consternation, everything would start all over again. Eventually, the healthy girl withered before his eyes and it was heartbreaking to see her sink into silence as she sat away from him. There were days when she cried in silence, disconsolately and broken.

Seeing her like that, Katsuki did something he swore not to do: he spoke to her.

“Eat,” he held out the two guavas that were in the bag and waited patiently until she recovered from the surprise to get closer.

Itsuka bit the fruit and chewed silently.

“I’m not going to mate with you,” said Katsuki eating slowly. His voice was a faint whisper and she answered him in the same way.

“Would you prefer someone else?”

He thought of Izuku. ‘If it was him…’ The thought crystallized and it was terrible, because it will never be him, because he will never be there. For the first time, Katsuki appreciated that Izuku was free and wasn’t forced to do what Itsuka did.

“I’m not gonna mate with anyone,” he answered in a tense voice and pulled away.

And he fulfilled it. He resisted Itsuka and those who followed. He fought against everyone at every moment, until finally they got fed up with him and left him alone. There were others like him and he knew of omegas that resisted in their own way. They all watched. They all learned. Everyone was waiting for an opportunity.






If the knucklehead returned, there would be one more to the group, and if not, it would be a memory that Katsuki would hurry to forget like all the previous ones. He had not time to bond, he did not have time to make friends, Katsuki had sworn he would live to kill Shigaraki, and he waited for that moment. He would leave that cage and once he was out, once there were no more bars, the fucking world would burn with him.






Eijirou woke up hungry, which was nothing new when someone is locked in a damn cell for what, three days? Five? There was water and that at least guaranteed he would not die immediately. Perhaps the intention of his jailers was to let him rot in this damned dungeon, which endangered all his plans.

He knew the risks, he told himself that while trying to distract himself from his stomach’s roars, but it is one thing to know that there is a possibility of dying while fighting and another is to face the possibility of starvation.

He imagined the buns filled with meat that his father made. The memory made him salivate and sent him back home. He could see him by the table, using both hands to prepare his other father’s lunch. In face, the memory was so real that for a moment he thought he could smell it. Meat, tomatoes and…


He opened his eyes and noticed that instead of the usual darkness there was a small flash coming from the entrance. There was an omega there, the same omega from before. Just like last time his clothes were…

Eijirou blushed and looked away, feeling cornered. He coughed to control his embarrassment and when he recovered he asked:

“What are you doing here?”

“I brought you soup.”

He turned slowly, trying to keep his eyes glued to the ceiling. With great care he slid his gaze until he met the blond sitting in front of him. His knees were pressed to his chest and there was a lamp and a tray of food on the floor in front of him. Eijirou’s stomach roared loudly as the aroma of the soup flooded his nostrils. It was not one, not two, there were several consecutive grunts, embarrassing sounds and to some extent… entertaining.

“Well, it seems that my stomach welcomes you.” The comment was spontaneous as Eijirou himself and to his surprise he hear the omega laugh.

He was speechless with shock at hearing it. The boy had a high-pitched and contagious laugh. He was about to make a  comment about it when the omega transformed. That brief flash of humor vanished in a blink, his shoulders tightened, his hands gripped his elbows and his entire body emitted bewilderment and guilt. There was a warning in his eyes, a sign that Eijirou could not read.

“Eat,” said the omega and when the other did not make any gestures to obey, it was him who took the spoon and tasted the soup. “It’s pretty good, don’t let it cool.”

He looked at him again and this time the signal was clearer. Follow me . Eijirou breathed calmly and leaned over to take the bowl of soup.

“Slow down or you’ll burn yourself.” Make time.

“I’m so hungry that it would not be a problem at all.” Why?

“It will be if you get sick.” Do it.

“Did you come just to make sure I don’t get sick?” Why?

“I came to eat with you, when you finish, I’ll go.”

“I would prefer,” Eijirou said while extending his hand towards the omega but the warning in his amber eyes was loud and clear. Do not touch me. So the alpha recalibrated his movement and made it appear that he was leaning over to take the loaf of bread on the tray.

“I didn’t hear you, what did you say?” Continue talking.

“Eh?” He turned his head and the chain attached to him tinkled. Eijirou looked at the blond and smiled. “I just wanted to say that I’d prefer to try stuffed buns.” Why?

“I’m sorry, we don’t made those here.” Patience.

“It’s a shame.” Why?

“Well, if you say it out loud maybe someone will fulfill your wish.” They are hearing us.

“For real?”

The blond shrugged but his eyes did not lose their severity. “You don’t lose anything with trying.” Yes.

“I suppose I could.” And now what?

“I suppose so.” We talk.

They discussed about food and there were no more warnings but Eijirou remained in alert. At the end the soup was finished and as soon as the boy returned the bowl to the tray the door opened. When the omega prepared to get up with the tray, Eijirou looked away and did not dare to move until he heard the door close. Only then did he realize that he had not asked him his name.

It became a routine, a very nice one. The food was never first class, but Eijirou did not care about that. He saw the omega only once a day, chatted about the fruits of the season, about the types of meat and about bread. The omega smiled and was friendly, but Eijirou noticed the tense posture and the way his eyes seemed to shout warnings every time he laughed too much and began to tell personal anecdotes. The blond tried to keep the conversation in a neutral tone, but Eijirou could not stay serious for too long. It was in his nature to laugh and joke. His greatest achievement was making the other laugh. His laughter was charming, though sparse, barely gleaming in the semidarkness. They lasted only a moment, barely a glimpse of a playful and uninhibited nature, until he seemed to realize what was happening and then his eyes acquired that unusual severity and channeled the conversation back to the food. At no time did he ever say his name and Eijirou kept forgetting to ask whenever he saw him enter.

Everything stayed the same until one day the omega sat next to him, closer than he had ever been, and extended his hand to touch his forehead.

“What’s this scar?”

Eijirou was startled when he noticed the finger that slid down the scar on his eyebrow. He was suddenly distracted by the smell of oranges and took a moment to process the question.

“A fall,” he said with a dry throat. His eyes slid down the pale shoulders, over which the light of the lamp spilled, and his eyes wandered down the thin neck and they ascended to the eyes of the omega. He was surprised by the hardness withheld in them.

“A fall?” Repeated the omega and Eijirou understood loud and clear. Keep talking.

“Yeah, it happened when I was about five years old.” He paused when he heard a whisper. Do not move.

And he obeyed. He tensed in his place and tried to focus his attention on the blond’s mouth. The other gesticulation, without making a single sound, keep going. Eijirou returned to his story almost immediately, it was a shameful anecdote, but he filled it with details while paying attention to what the omega muttered next to him. His voice was tenuous, barely a pitch higher than his own, so it was perfectly camouflaged. It was difficult to talk and listen, but Eijirou tried hard.

“They want us to mate, but when that happens they move us and things get worse. Everyone here knows it, so we must avoid it at all costs; but if we don’t do it, they will try to force us. First, they’ll attack you and then they’ll come at me. It can get pretty ugly if we don’t obey, but we can trick them. Tomorrow I’ll come and I’ll sleep here with you, and under no circumstances you should mark me.”

Eijirou got confused in the middle of his story and he realized he did not remember the nonsense he had been saying, he just looked at the omega with an expression of utter stupefaction, but the blond smiled as if the story had been absolutely adorable and he turned away. At that moment the door opened and the omega came out with the empty tray.

Only at that moment did Eijirou remember what the other alpha told him, they have no choice.






He wasn’t able to sleep that night, so he sat down, in the middle of the darkness, as he rewound over and over again what he had heard. The whole thing still had no meaning. Mate? It was not possible. Although if he thought carefully he could see the trap hidden between the lines: They lock you away from everything, abandoned in the dark, and then they bring an omega, an omega that becomes a constant. His presence means that there will be food, light, conversations, fresh air…


Yes, Eijirou could see the deception clearly, but he could still not understand the reason for it.






When the door opened, Eijirou tensed instead of relaxed. He kept his eyes fixed on the wall to the left to give time to the omega to come sit next to him. He kept going over the previous day’s conversation and had a myriad of questions, but was not sure how he was going to formulate them or cover them up as they were not technically supposed to talk about them out loud.

When he felt the presence of the omega in front of him, Eijirou turned his attention to the blond. He tried to put on his best expression of “I have questions” but an inhalation was enough for his mind to pause. They boy smelled clean, no doubt he had just bathed, and his scent was clearer than ever. It smelled of fresh juice, of vitality, of citrus, and the aroma caused him hunger. He did salivate and felt his hands tingle. For a fraction of a second he thought about approaching and drinking. He wanted to lick him from head to toe.

‘Shit,’ he thought when a brief flash of sanity made its way across his mind. He covered his nose with his fingers and counted to ten. When he opened his eyes he saw the blond was extending an orange. Eijirou took it and held it against his nose, concentrating on the aroma. It was not the same, it could not be the same, but it had to be enough. Eijirou bit the orange despite the shell. He noticed the bitter taste for a second, then the juice came. It filled his mouth and the acidity tickled the insides of his cheeks.

It was shameful that the sensation alone gave him an immediate erection.

He finished the orange and spitting the shell in between each bite. Then he started with another and another until he licked his fingers and felt like he could control himself. The need had subsided, or so he thought until the blond approached and knelt between his legs. The only thing that kept Eijirou in his place was the expression of fear in the eyes of the omega, a fear that he could now smell. And once he did he had to concentrate on it.

“It’s fine,” he said. He wanted to emit pheromones to calm the other but held back because if the fear went away, only the scent of orange would remain and Eijirou was not sure what would happen then.

The blond took his hand and at the same time bent down to kiss him on the cheek. From there he whispered:

“This is a gag,” he pressed the piece against his hand without moving away. “It’s for… well, you know.”

“This… has worked before?” The alpha whispered back as the blond continued to place chaste kisses on his cheek, barely any friction that undoubtedly had the intention to distract those who were watching.

“...most of the times.”

“And in the others?”

“They take them away.”

“Because it doesn’t work?”

The blond moved slowly away, but before Eijirou said anything else, the boy climbed into his lap, letting his legs wrap around him. He rested his head next to his’ as his arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Eijirou’s hands gripped his knees tightly and counted to a thousand to fight the need in him to wrap him in his arms, bury his nose into the blond’s neck and suck. He concentrated on the fear, on that bitter scent that dwarfed the sweetness of the orange.

“Sometimes it can’t be avoided,” the blond murmured next to his face. “Sometimes they let themselves be carried away. The only thing we know is that if we refuse, they’ll make us suffer.”

“What do they do with those who refuse?”

“Do you want to do what your friend did?”


“The one on the cell next to yours, the blond with the bitter face.”

“What did he do?”

“He yelled, bit and bled. There are stories of the time he cracked his head open when he kept bumping it against the wall to resist the heat of an omega. He has been left in peace, but there is no doubt that they will try again sooner or later.”

“Maybe I could…”

The blond parted from his face and looked at him.

“You could.”

His expression was a combination of fear and anxiety. Eijirou held back the urge to reach out and touch his cheek.

“What would happen to you?”

“I’ll survive.”

He smiled and the gesture was pure resignation. He remembered what the other had told him before, “First, they’ll attack you and then they’ll come at me” and the idea was unbearable.”

“I don’t want them to hurt you.”

There was a pause and he felt the blond relax. “Then let’s do this.”

Eijirou swallowed the, are you sure? That he was about to murmur almost reflexively. Instead, he said:

“Would you at least tell me your name?”

Instead of answering, the blond made him put the gag in his mouth.






The truth is that this was not his first time.

He still remembers with emotion how he had covered with kisses the intricate tracing of flowers that ascended from his best friend’s neck to her right cheek. That meeting had been fun and stimulating, but just like any other alpha he had fantasized about sleeping with an omega. He had dreamed of removing the bandages, he had imagined the sensation of touching, admiring and smelling the intricate tracing of flowers. He imagined sliding his hands down the warm belly, kissing the hips full of flowers, or even biting the stems that covered the soft skin of the buttocks. It was stimulating to imagine what kind of petals grew in each one or in what portion of skin there were more flower buds.

He had none of that. It was not the act of mutual trust, adherence and devotion he had expected. It was uncomfortable and overwhelming. He held him close but he did not caress or kiss his skin. He inhaled the aroma of oranges, intoxicating and delicious, but he did not lick or bite the skin that was within reach. He did not adore his body nor did he touch him until he felt fulfilled, he just kept holding him while he slid inside the other. And when he felt the need to bite, he gritted his teeth despite the leather restriction in his mouth.

At some point the oil in the lamp ran out and the room went dark. At that moment the omega instantly broke away from him and Eijirou gave a frightening grunt. The silence became absolute, he couldn’t even hear the omega breathing, as if afraid to move.

“I’m sorry,” murmured Eijirou as soon as he managed to control himself by removing the gag from his mouth.

The omega came up and whispered next to his ear, “They can still hear us.”

Eijirou understood the implications and cursed himself. He leaned back against the floor as he felt the omega’s hands move up his legs. He moaned when he felt them over his erection and had to bite his knuckles so he would not commit any stupidity.

At least on that occasion he managed to finish.






The omega stayed with him for what seemed like days. Every so often they brought food and oil for the lamp, but the omega controlled the exact amount that was placed in it and in that way they managed to get some privacy. When it went dark, the omega helped him finish with his hands or his mouth.

If the lamp was on, the chatted. If not, they tried to sleep separately. It was a draining situation and Eijirou’s frustration grew day by day; and he was not the only one because he could smell that the omega was beginning to emit signs of dissatisfaction. Until one day, a day when Eijirou’s body refused to cooperate, the omega stopped suddenly, completely exhausted, and made a low sound, like an anguished sob. It was almost inaudible, but Eijirou felt it in his body like a physical blow. He immediately stood up and extended his hands to where the omega was. He pulled him to him and tried to comfort him as best as he could. He felt him tremble, but this time there was no smell of fear in him, only need. From close he smelled even more delicious. It would have been so easy to just drink him whole and get carried away.

Eijirou’s instincts fought against his self-control. It was even worse when the omega buried his face in the curve of his neck and after he inhaled he gave a sigh full of desire. Eijirou wanted to Kiss him and touch him. He wanted to sink inside of him and offer him everything he was. Instead, he hugged him, rubbed his face against his and touched him. It was wonderful to feel him writhing when he tried to relieve his erection but the omega whimpered and he knew that the contact was not enough, so he slid his fingers inside.

The humidity, the aroma, the weight of the other body against his… the combination of everything was enough for his body to recover from the frustration. When the omega returned the gesture and placed a hand on his member, the feeling was completely different. Eijirou pressed him against his as his fingers sank into that slippery passage.

For the first time, their scents became intertwined, and they spread through the cell to cover every corner. Orange and saffron. The omega moaned against him and when he moved, his neck was exposed. More than seeing it, Eijirou felt it; he rested his mouth against him, the aroma in that particular space was absolutely exquisite. The alpha salivated, and when he swallowed he realized that his fangs were ready to sink and mark the omega.

‘Not the neck,’ he thought with the last vestige of self-control he had. He sank his teeth into the curve of his shoulder, far off from the glands in his neck. He bit until it bled, and later he came when he felt the other do it.

After that everything was calm.

“Thanks,” the omega whined as Eijirou licked the blood from his shoulder.

The alpha limited himself to just hold him close and offered comfort. He stroked his back and rubbed his face against the other until he felt him purr. There were no words or kisses, only silent compassion. They stayed like that, offering comfort.

“What’s your name?” Eijirou asked at some point.

There was a long pause, until he heard a whisper almost inaudible.


Eijirou savored the name, cuddled the blond and fell asleep next to him.







They took the omega way not long after that day and left him alone. They brought him food, water and brought a lamp that they made sure to keep burning constantly. Finally, they drugged him again and moved him back with the rest. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was the blond in the cell next to him.

“So you’re back.”

Eijirou got up and went to sit on the far wall, near the bars that separated both cages. His head hurt and he felt miserable.

“How long was I there?” Was his question while he massaged his forehead.

“A month,” replied the other, shrugging absently. He had imitated his example and sat with his knees raised. He entertained himself by rubbing some dry leaves between his fingers and then smelled the fragrance, at that distance Eijirou was not sure what kind of plant it was. “Though it could have been much longer. In this place the notion of time is crap.”

Eijirou took a slow breath and tried to shake off the drowsiness.

“Well?” Asked the blond without looking at him.

“Well what?”

“Did they break you?”

It was difficult for Eijirou to get angry, so the whiplash of bad humor that ran through his body was completely unexpected. It was so incredible that he was not able to utter a word. He took a moment to study his mood; in addition to the fact that the light was hurting his eyes and that his body was resenting the confinement, the discomfort he had felt was not physical. He felt frustrated, angry and dissatisfied. It took him a moment to understand that the reason for his annoyance was that he could not distinguish the smell of oranges. After getting used to it, it was difficult to live without him.

“In a couple of days the memory will fade away,” he heard someone say, although was not able to recognize who.

“Why?” was the drowned question that he managed to formulate with clenched teeth. “Why… make us do that?”

“Was it not obvious?” The blond murmured without looking at him, but his smile seemed to indicate that he considered him an idiot. “Control.”

“But the drug us.”

“With the darts and with the damned incense.” Eijirou refrained from asking questions about the last one because he did not want to draw attention to himself. “But both methods are imperfect.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t get it? What they seek is the empathetic link, the bond that is created between an alpha and an omega. The bond that connects them intimately. They encourage the creation of the link, that way they do not need cages to contain us because they keep the omegas under their power. Any alpha would gladly lose one of their limbs to make sure their mate is safe.”

Eijirou cursed aloud, “ And then what? What do the want with those that get mated?”

“They take them. No one knows where or why, but I can assure you that it’s not to let them live in freedom.”

“I thought the main objective of the kidnappings was slave labor.”

“We work in the mines and on the piers. The omegas wash our clothes and prepare our food… but that is a way to keep us busy. The main objective is another.”

“Our pups?”

“No, if that were the case, they would not take so much trouble in all this. Think about it. They stimulate contact, familiarity, avoid stress. They aren’t trying to impregnate the omegas, they want to mate us. They want the link. I don’t know why, but I’m not going to give them that satisfaction.”

Eijirou studied him carefully. “I heard that you refused to participate.”

“And now they leave me alone.”

“I’ve been told it will not be for long.”

He saw the blond tense, his body radiating a mute warning. Without saying anything, he rubbed the dry leaves with force until they pulverized between his fingers. He inhaled the scent slowly and then looked at him. His eyes gleamed with an overwhelming anger.

“They can try as many times as they want, I don’t intent t participate in their games.”

“I don’t understand how you can say that. You are condemning the omegas to a suffering that you could easily avoid.”

“They will suffer no matter what we do.”

“Maybe if you just bothered to talk to them, to call them by their name, you would see that there is a way to deal with this situation.”

The blond laughed at him. His laughter was brutal and full of contempt.

“We have two rules here, reddy. One is that we never ask for their names. Never ask an omega for their name, it is the last piece of privacy they have. They can’t have anything else, they can’t keep their flowers, they can’t choose, so they keep their names as the last treasure they have left. And we respect their wish.”

Eijirou’s heart was squeezed by an iron fist and he felt the blood roaring in his ears.

“And the second one is that you don’t dare to pity them. Don’t you dare to feel sorry for them, because they already have to suffer with enough shit to make them ashamed of what they do. Don’t get confused by believing that you are doing them a favor, they do it to you. If they don’t sleep with you, you both will be beaten, but they risk a lot more when they sleep with a complete stranger. If you lack self-control or lose your head, then you condemn both of you, yourself and them, to an even worse fate. But they take a risk, they allow you to choose and they don’t reproach you for the choice you made. In the end, if you slept with them and managed to contain yourself, the thing is over for you. Congratulations. They’ll send you back to your cell, they’ll put you back to work, but it’s not like that for them.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, please, I don’t feel like explaining the obvious to an dimwit.”

“No, wait, please… what are you talking about?”

“About the obvious stuff. They can’t see the marks on the necks of the omegas, they can’t smell them like we do, so the only have one way to find out if there’s a link or not.”

“Pain,” murmured Eijirou, noticing his dry mouth.

“So you’re not stupid, well, congratulations. Yes, they’ll take your omega and submit them to a stress test. It doesn’t leave scars, I know, but I don’t think it’s anything close to nice.”

“So they…”

“They look at you. They study you, and if you don’t react to the stress of the omega, they grit their teeth and try again. So enjoy your free time, reddy, because I assure you they will return. Luckily for you they will try with another one,and then you will have to ask yourself if you’ll be able to fulfill the deal…”

The blond turned around to sleep. Eijirou covered his eyes and tried to compose himself. He remembered the dreadful experience when they took the omega, but that was all. It could not be the link, he had avoided it at all costs. He tried to rewind everything, he tried to concentrate, but there was no way. He could not help but evoke the sweet scent of juice, the feel of his teeth sinking into his skin and the vivid memory of his fingers caressing his inside.

He fell into a restless sleep, he dreamed that he was back in the cell, in the darkness, but this time it was not his fingers that slid in that moist passage with the smell of oranges. He woke up and cursed at the hardness between his legs. He inhaled again and again, thinking of terrible things to lower the fever. When he managed it, he studied the cell. There were a couple of lanterns by the stairs, which provided little light, and it was undoubtedly nighttime because the rest of the alphas slept in their corners.

Eijirou sucked air and filled his lungs with the aroma of confinement. That night he did not sleep, he was determined to overcome the smell of oranges. Curiously, his wish was fulfilled the next day when they made him go down to the mines and he inhaled the incense that smelled of honey for the first time.






Eijirou came back to his senses hours later. He noticed the fatigue, his sore muscles and the hunger. He approached his tray with food and devoured what was there, then struggled to clear the last corner of his head.

“What was that?” Was the question he asked in a low voice, although the silence of the dungeon caused the sound to reverberate strongly. It was night, his first one after his encounter with the smell of honey and milk. “How can they?... How…?”

The blond in the adjacent cell turned, he was the only one who gave any signs of waking up, the rest remained silent. For a second the blond stood still, looking at him, then approached the bars that separated both cells. Even in the semi darkness, Eijirou could see the tension in his shoulders, the stiffness in his neck, and detected the unmistakable scent of mistrust and threat.

“Who are you?” The blond asked in a low voice, his voice full of ferocity.

“What are you talking about?”

“The first thing they do when they get you off the ship is to put you in a dungeon with incense. Not everyone survives it.”

“What?... Why not?”

“Isn’t it obvious? That thing is not natural. And as such, not everyone reacts in the same way. There are some who go crazy, those are taken away and others simply don’t survive. The rest falls into a simulation of an automatic pilot, which leaves you exhausted, with headache and nausea—”


“No. I answered your question and now you’ll answer mine. Who the fuck are you? They didn’t capture you, if that were the case you would have knows the incense since you came here. And you can’t be a new acquisition because you’re too old. They always choose young people, none older than fifteen. The only option I have left is that you’re a spy, their spy.”

“What?! No! Of course I’m not!”

“If you are a damn spy—”

“No! I’ve already told you I’m not! It’s not what you’re thinking!”

“Really? … well, then tell me, who are you?”

Eijirou growled but resigned himself, after all, it was time for things to start moving.

“You’re right,” he murmured, sitting next to the fence. “They didn’t catch me, I asked to be sent here.”

“I knew it! You’re—!”

“Not for them. Todoroki-ouji sent me.”

The blond grumbled. “Who?”

“Todoroki-ouji, you don’t know him?... How long have you been here?”

“That’s none of your business. And no, I don’t know your prince.”

“He’s the Yuuei’s king youngest son.”

“For me he can be the son of the sun for all I care. I come from the Kohei Islands, we don’t have princes.”

Eijirou blinked, only then did he pay attention to the splendid red gladiolus flower that grew from the middle of his chest to the alpha’s arm. He had heard that in the southern islands the exotic flowers were common among their people.

“Well, whatever. Todoroki-ouji sent me and three others to study the conditions and the situation in the two prisons that are the closest to the border. It has been tried before, without much success, but this time we had help from the inside; so we traveled along the shores of the Nomu desert and abandoned the ship at the border to find our contact. He told us that to enter we would have to pretend to be prisoners from another camp that had been transferred; apparently it was the only option.”

“Are you telling me you got into this cage by your own free will?” The blond’s voice oozed with sarcasm and mockery. “Do you really expect me to believe it?”

“It was the only way.”


“Because six months ago Todoroki-oo gave the order to recruit every alpha and beta in fighting age. He’s ready to start a war.”

“Well, he’s late. These bastards have kidnapped our people for years.”

“And every year we fight to recover them. We set up patrols to intercept them, but they have learned to plant decoys. We try to fence their coasts but it’s useless because we can’t establish a permanent blockade. We need an outpost, but there is no way we can cross the desert, not with the beasts that live there, it has to be done by sea and we have tried. We lost ships and men, again and again. Now the king is determined to send a whole fleet with the intention to abolish the ports, but Todoroki-ouji wants to prevent him from doing so.

“Why? It sounds very reasonable to me.”

“And it is, if you don’t care about the losses. A few years ago, there was an attempt to rescue one of the fortresses near the coast. The aim was to establish an outpost and defend it until the reinforcements arrived, but the troops lost many men and in the end they had to retreat; worst of all was that the prisoners had been massacred before the fortress fell. Nobody understood at that moment why our people didn’t fight, but now I know. It was the incense. The king believes that it was an isolated event, which will not happen again, but Todoroki-ouji does not think so. That’s why he sent us with the objective to find out the truth.”

“And what do you plan to do now that you know?”

“Send a message. The king’s troops will attack the ports and the shipyards first, but when they try to besiege the fortresses, it will cause them to kill us all. We have to avoid it.”

“Your logic is absurd.”


“But nothing. This is our opportunity. When your king arrives, we will be ready.”

“It’s dangerous, we can’t risk the lives of everyone who’s here.”

“Our lives are already at risk. This is what we have been waiting for. Let them attack from the outside, we will hit them from the inside.”


The question died in his mouth because he realized that he had the attention of every alpha in the dungeon. He could smell in all of them the thirst for blood, although none of them as intense as the one the blond emanated. Eijirou could not help but smell it and get excited.


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He swallowed down the sobs despite feeling like they kept accumulating inside his chest like grains of sand and buried his face between his knees to hide his tears. He could not conceive the idea of Katsuki lost in the storm. It was an absurd idea—an impossible idea. Izuku hugged his knees and his knuckles turned white as they clutched to his ankles. His entire body was a tense knot that held back the sobs that bubble in his throat.

“Don’t be a wimp.”

He heard Katsuki say for the first time when they were four years old while the blond looked at him from one of the low branches of a tree. Izuku protested, but at the same time he was looking out for a route to ascend. He had taken two steps towards the tree when a creak was heard and Katsuki ended up on the floor with a broken arm. Despite the accident, the phrase became Katsuki’s personal motto. It was accompanied by a smile, a daring tone. It presented a challenge and fueled Izuku’s stubborn nature.

“Don’t be a wimp.”

He heard it when he was afraid to learn to swim. He was not good at floating, but Katsuki wanted to show him the duck nest on one of the small islands in the center. Katsuki who swam like he was half-fish, Katsuki who did not stop swimming back and forth while he waited for him. So Izuku swallowed the fear and followed him. His heart throbbed wildly all the way there, but he forgot about it when they reached the island and found several nests of ducks, full of eggs and little ducklings. Izuku managed to caress several of them before a furious mother duck pounced on them. When Izuku sank and panicked, it was Katsuki who grabbed his arm and kept him afloat. He had told him: “You are such a wimp,” but he never let him go and accompanied him all the way back.

“Don’t be a wimp.”  

He heard it when he felt afraid to jump into the sea. His mother had warned him about the possibilities of being dragged away unable to return to the shore, but Katsuki wanted to show him the line of corals and the goldfishes. Katsuki who could dive and keep diving for entire minutes, Katsuki who did not let fear stop him. So Izuku turned a deaf ear to his mother’s warnings and tried to sink with his eyes open. It had taken him a while to get used to it, but in the end he was able to sink to a decent height and with time Izuku could hold the air for several minutes.

“Don’t be a wimp.”

He heard that phrase over and over again during his childhood. When they were trapped in the forest in the middle of a storm, when Katsuki decided to imitate the elders and jumped from the ravine to the sea, when Katsuki defended him from a wild boar. That phrase got Izuku to face fear and allowed him to build the memories that would keep him alive.

“Don’t be a wimp.”

He remember that phrase when the ship sank and left him adrift. He remembered it when he had to gather all the courage he could to talk to the bird-headed boy and the frog girl. He remembered how much he had to hunt for the first time without Katsuki’s help. He remembered it for a whole year, day by day and night after night, gathering strength to survive. He remembered it when winter came and he was about to starve. He remembered it when a snake bit him and he had to heal himself. He remembered it when he fell from a cliff and had to grit his teeth while aligning his broken hand. He remembered it when spring came and he cried for the first time in front of the field of flowers. He remembered it when he made the decision that he would go back home. He remembered it when his hands bled after spending a whole day cutting and nailing down wood for his first boat. He remembered it when his first boat sank. He remembered it when the next two did the same. He remembered it when his first heat arrived and he had to endure it alone and without help. He remembered it when the work became overwhelming.

He remembered it every time he stared at the sea. Every time he gazed at the sky at dawn. Katsuki was with him: Encouraging, pushing, not allowing him to give up. He lived with his memory day after day, yearning to return home. His only wish was to hear him again, to put his head on his shoulder and inhale his scent.






Izuku woke up when he felt the ship shake. His heart froze when he noticed the bars and had a vision of the raging sea, he was assaulted by the terror of being drowned, but then he noticed the scent of alpha and remembered all the events from the previous day. He rubbed his face, full of dry tears, and stretched his legs. He heard screams on the deck, but he paid no attention to it, instead closing his eyes and evoking Katsuki’s face. He remembered the smile. The eyes with the color of fire. The aroma.

Wood and black smoke.

‘No, not like that.’ Izuku opened his eyes just as a frightful sound reverberated inside the cellar. Everything around him creaked like a seed when crushed. This time the shouts that were heard outside were decidedly clear. The alpha guys who were sleeping woke up and started asking questions while the others tried to distinguish what the voices on the deck said.

“Fire,” said a voice in the cellar, and Izuku could smell the burn wood.

The unmistakable sounds of struggle filled the air and activated the impatience of the alpha boys. The cellar was filled with restless voices, quick questions, assumptions and Izuku tried to follow the conversation, but the scent distracted him. He could smell the fire and could not help but remember what had happened many years ago in a similar situation. He could not stop imagining the water flooding the cellar, covering the rest of his companions.

He left his trance when a man came down to the warehouse, or rather when a man fell down the stairs, his head hit the ground producing an atrocious echo and remained face down, unconscious. There were knocks, grunts and suddenly another man fell, only that he managed to stand up in time, just to intercept the attack of the beta that was coming after him. The boys roared with excitement when the black-haired man attacked. He had two short-swords that he was spinning at an impressive speed, he moved gracefully and was definitely lethal. He managed to slash his enemy three times before cutting his neck.

Immediately he turned his attention to the fallen man and when he turned him around the man left a trail of blood on the dark wood. The beta cursed under his breath.

“Press the wound,” Izuku said almost reflexively and was startled when the man looked at him. He had deep black eyes framed by purple azalea flowers that bloomed on his left cheek and grew on his temple and forehead. They undoubtedly reinforced the natural authority of his gaze.

Izuku remained still under inspection, although for a moment he felt naked. Before he could wriggle with anxiety, the beta got up, took his swords and hit the lock of the cage four times before the padlock gave away.

“Can you help him?” His voice was deep and warm, there was not a single note of anxiety in it.

Izuku swallowed the fear and moved, legs weak with the scent of alpha combined with the authoritative presence of beta. He remained silent as he checked the wound, a deep cut at the level of his ribs, and a giant bump on his forehead. As soon as he set eyes on him, Izuku forgot about the fear, the anxiety of knowing he was being observed and the pain, his mind simply making a quick analysis. He took the pulse, evaluated the depth of the wound and made sure to exert pressure without aggravating the situation.

“It’s a deep wound but the knife was diverted to the outside,” he said out loud and turned towards the beta that stared at him. “I’ll need to sew him, I have the materials in between my stuff. I also have plaster that would help to avoid infections, and another that will reduce the swelling of the blow.”

“Your things?”

“They’re in some burlap bags. They put them in two large bags when they assaulted my boat. I think they were left on the deck.”

The beta nodded, took out two of the eldest alphas, gave to each of them a sword with instructions to release the rest and remain on guard in case there were problems and then climbed the stairs with the grace of a feline.

With his hands wet with warm blood, Izuku fought against panic.

Don’t be a wimp.

He swallowed the tears. Katsuki was right. It was not time to break down.... He took a deep breath and turned to the closest alpha around him.

“I need water and bandages or something that looks like it.”






It had taken time, days of incessant persecution, and a lot of teamwork for the Fleet to catch up with its prey. Despite the captain’s warnings, Shouto enlisted himself with the rest of the crew to fight, the only warning from his teaches was: Avoid losing your head or I will lose mine. Far from considering it obvious, Shouto noted his concern; and at least he managed to nuance it.


“For the last time, Tenya, we are traveling incognito, I’m Shouto.”

The beta next to him twisted with anxiety.

“Sir! I could not fall at such—”

“Stop screaming or you’ll attract attention. And if my name is too much for you, at least avoid the titles.”

“Very well, sir.” Shouto squirmed at the formal tone. “I just wanted to tell you that I consider it extremely dangerous for you to participate in this raid. The captain has recommended that you should stay safe in the cabin, next to the helmsman.”

“The captain has undoubtedly the best of intentions, but as I see it they will need all the possible hands to ensure victory.”

“To risk your life…”

“We’re not going to start with the same thing, right Tenya?”

“No sir. Sorry sir.”

Shouto remained silent and waited for the captain’s order.

As soon as the enemy ship was within range, the archers threw arrows on the mainsail and almost at the same time others lit cannons. The captain waited for the counter-attack and responded in the same way. One of its bullets was lucky to collide with the main mast and it fell on the deck causing a frightful noise.

When the two ships were almost at the same height the ropes were laid and the boarding began.

Shout jumped behind his teacher and immediately took position next to Tenya. His job was to prevent the enemy from having access to his ship, so they both stood side by side and defended their terrain by cutting, stabbing and dodging. The battle on the front was bloody, but they had no problems. Shouto felt no remorse for the fallen bodies. He fought with agility and dexterity, he did not take two steps if one was enough and made sure his cuts were deadly.

When the fight was over, he had his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, his face was stained with blood and his arms felt heavy. Only then did he notice the cuts on his clothes and neck, all insignificant.

“Sir!” Exclaimed Tenya as soon as he saw his appearance.

“Help the captain with the fire, Tenya, I’ll look for Aizawa.”

He left without giving him time to protest. He moved away from the bodies and found his master kneeling beside a pile of sacks tied to the railing.

“You survived.”

“You don’t sound surprised.”

“If I were I would not have allowed you to come.”

At that moment the captain materialized besides them.

“And the alphas?”

“Safe,” was a dry answer.

“Good, we have little time before the fire goes out of control. My hands are full, the victuals, fire and weapons… where is Hizashi? I need him to inspect the cabins.”

“He’s wounded. They stabbed him and he remains unconscious.”

“Damn it! ...well, can you take care of getting all the prisoners out?”

“I’ll do it.”

He got up dragging two sacks with him and Shouto followed him. They hurried down, turned left and immediately ran into another staircase.

The first thing Shouto noticed when he came down was the smell: Blood, impatience, threat, shit and anguish. He wrinkled his nose reflexively and tried to ignore it. The next thing he noticed was that all the captured boys were forming a circle with their backs to them. Shouto crossed the circle and stood while his teacher knelt.

In the center there was a boy, older than the rest. His hands were soaked with blood as he placed a tourniquet on Hizashi’s torso. Two alpha boys helped him lift the body as he wrapped it in what looked like a piece of sheets.

“The ship will sink,” his teacher said as he extended the sacks to the boy. “Are these your things?”

“Eh? ...ah,” they boy finished adjusting the bandage, bent to look at the contents of the bag and nodded again. “Yes, they are.”

“Good, now we have to get out of here.”

“Oh…” the boy curled a bit in front of his teacher’s stare and when he did a delicate smell of lavender flooded the cabin. Shouto was not the only one who was delighted with the aroma.

“Can I move him?” Asked his teacher, breaking the sudden silence.

“I still… I still need to patch him.”

“I’ll take him to our ship and you can do it there, okay?”

“Y-yeah… just be careful… be careful with the wound.”

The boy seemed ashamed of his advice because he averted his eyes and rubbed his nose. A delicate nose covered in freckles.

“Shouto, help him with his things. The rest with me.”

His teacher came out and the little alphas followed him. When the boy made a gesture to take one of the sacks, Shouto intercepted it. The movement startled the boy who withdrew his hand in a nervous gesture. The lavender scent sprang with unusual strength.

“You smell like flowers,” Shouto said without thinking. It was not the scent of an alpha, there was enough of that scent in the entire cabin… but it did not have the characteristics of any of the other either.

“I-I’m… I work with plants. I make infusions and poultices.”

The boy bent down, took the other sack and left before Shouto could say anything else.






All the adults concentrated on the tasks of cleaning and transporting. Shouto left the boy’s things and returned to finish transporting the supplies and weapons. A couple of hours later everyone howled with joy when the enemy ship sank with the corpses of the slavers.

Shouto looked overboard until there were no more bubbles on the surface, he felt no pity for any of them, nor remorse. He vaguely wondered if his mother would approve of his attitude and the thought hurt him. To fight against the feeling of failure he went in search of his teacher.

He found him in the makeshift infirmary. There were several injured, most with relatively innocuous cuts. Shouto took a seat next to Hizashi, and from there he watched as the boy who smelled of flowers cleaned a treated all wounds with surprising effectiveness. He was methodical and quick, but he got embarrassed every time one of the sailors gave him a compliment. The change happened so fast that it was entertaining to see: He applied the paste that smelled of aloe with a concentrate and tenacious expression, bandages with agile hands and when the man in question gave him a word the boy would wrung his hands and blush self-consciously.

Shouto did not get tired of watching the same sequence over and over again. There was something extremely amusing in the way his tanned face dyed a delicate pink hue while he smiled nervously.

Eventually all of the injured were treated and the only ones left in the cabin were the three seriously injured. Hizashi was the only one still unconscious.

“He’ll recover,” Shouto said quietly as he watched Tenya approaching with food for them.

His teacher did not answer, instead he signaled to the boy.

“Food,” he said, and Shouto saw the other hesitate before approaching.

“Thanks, but they,” he signaled to the two wounded, “need to eat first.”

Before anyone could say anything, another sailor came in carrying food for his two companions. Without further excuse the boy rubbed his fingers and faltered in his place before taking a seat.

“Thank you.” He accepted the dried meat, the bread and the water. He ate without looking at anyone and Shouto was about to ask a question when his teacher spoke first.

“What’s your name?”

“Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya.”

“I am Aizawa. These two are my disciples, Tenya and Shouto.”


“What were you doing on the ship?”


“What were you doing on the ship? They don’t usually abduct any alpha over fifteen.”

“I’m not an alpha.”

Shouto’s eyes remained fixed on the dirty bandage that covered the ankle. When the boy pressed it against him, Shouto looked up to find two eyes of an extraordinary green. In just a second of inspection, Shouto took note of the delicate profile, of the freckles that covered the nose and faded around the eyes, he noticed that the lashes were a dark green, almost black, and that his mouth was a delicacy like the bud of a flower.

“A beta?” Asked Tenya, bringing Shouto back to reality.

“I-I’m a healer,” said the boy as he brushed back the strands of his green hair, green as the leaves that grow in the shadows.

“You’re too young,” Aizawa said, printing the tone of authority Shouto knew well in his voice. It was a tone that did not work with him, but it was excellent for teaching beta under his tutelage. However, the boy tensed as if he had been shouted and the scent of lavender returned. Strong and dense, combined with the scent of aloe and chamomile.

“I didn’t finish my training.”


Shouto looked at his teacher through his peripheral vision, wondering the reason for the sudden severity in his tone, but he put the question aside when he put his eyes back on the boy and noticed his discomfort—his shoulders were tense and his hands were writhing nervously, he bit on his lower lip while he laid his eyes on his teacher and immediately looking away, as if he could not face the hardness.

‘Certainly not an alpha,’ Shouto thought absentmindedly, but it was rare that a teenage beta would lose their composure in front of that tone. It was as if…


The boy surrendered to the authority of his teacher, perhaps Aizawa was not an alpha but he certainly had trained several and knew how to prevail. The boy looked away from him and lifted his shirt to the height of his stomach.

As soon as he saw the bandages, Shouto’s heart fluttered inside his chest like a frightened bird inside a cage.






The silence lengthened to what seemed like an eternity. Izuku noticed the fear dancing inside him and tried to control it, but it was damn hard to bear the adult beta’s gaze. His expression was severe and his scent was so imposing that it is physically impossible to lie to him.

He heard on ef the boys say something. The taller one of the two said “You’re…,” but the rest of the sentence was cut off when the adult beta turned his attention to him and Izuku took advantage of his distraction to redo his posture. He took air slowly and kept his hands still.

“How did you get there?” Was the next question, less severe than the previous one, but equally firm. Izuku did not waste time with lies, lowered his voice and looked at the ground.

“A few years ago they attacked my village,” distracted, Izuku rubbed his nose and brushed his hair away from his face as he told them about the kidnapping and the shipwreck. He made a short summary of his life in the enemy land and ended by saying, “I had planned to cross the sea until I reached the shores of Yuuei. From there I would have sailed to the south, towards the Kohei Islands.”

“An impossible trip,” said the younger beta.

Izuku shrugged without looking at anyone, “I had to try.”

“Why the bandages?”

Izuku rubbed absentmindedly the knee from the bandaged leg and looked at Aizawa.

“Because I wanted to avoid being sent with the rest of the omegas if they captured me. I thought the flower would deceive them, and that it would give me time to escape.”

“It was an absurd plan. They don’t capture betas, only alphas and omegas.”

Izuku frowned, “No, that’s not true. They also kidnap betas.”

“Who told you that?”

“Those are the rumors that arrive.”

“Well, they’re wrong. Every year since the kidnappings began they have sent just two ships. Always. They started with a handful here, a handful there and suddenly they started with large groups. Twice a year they’d attack the coasts and kidnap alphas and omega alike. They had never taken a beta.”

“That’s because they attack them at sea. Many beta men are merchants and sailors. For all I know is that they look for boats that are easy to board and then take them away. It’s almost certain that many believe that their disappearance is due to storms and sea snakes.”

There was a long silence while Izuku’s words crashed unto the other three, the boy was surprised to see shock and surprise on Aizawa’s face.

“You didn’t know?”

“Adult betas?” The man murmured, looking at the omega with a surprised expression. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Why?” Izuku asked in return.

The three looked at each other as if he was not there.

“What’s wrong?” The boy repeated, trying to get their attention.

“I must speak with the captain.”

Aizawa stood up and Izuku stepped aside to let him pass. As soon as the adult disappeared through the door, the boy turned to the other two.

“What is the problem with betas being also abducted?”

“Most people,” said Tenya, “believe that they use the alpha as labor. They are taken young to train them. The omegas are intended to serve as companions.”

“And isn’t it like that?” Izuku asked, looking at the boy with blue hair.

“The king believes so,” murmured the only alpha in the group. Izuku looked at him and tried not to writhe before his eyes. Not only was it amazing that his eyes were of different colors, but his bearing and expression shouted authority despite his age. “For him, that’s the only explanation.”

“What else can there be?”

“To work.”

“No, we know that there is no beta with the rest of the prisoners.”

Izuku cocked his head, unable to follow the alpha’s line of reasoning, but as the other leaned towards him, Izuku straightened, suddenly aware of the smell of pine and moss. It smelt like spring. It smelt like a wet forest, familiar, cool and serene.

“How do you know?” Asked Izuku instinctively backing out, trying to put space between the alpha and himself.

“Since the kidnappings started spies were sent to the lands of the slavers. All of them disappeared, dead or captured doesn’t matter, none of the reports they sent mentioned beta slaves.”

“Are they killed?” Asked Tenya with evident discomfort.

“After taking the trouble to take them away?” The alpha replied before turning to Izuku, who tried not to stoop in front of him. “I still don’t understand, why beta and not alpha or omega?”

Izuku looked at him strangely. “What are you talking about?”

“Why disguise yourself as a beta? If you were afraid of what they would do to you if they discovered that you were an omega, why not pretend to be an alpha?”

“Because the alphas are drugged.”






Shouto took a deep breath trying to put his thoughts in order. He grabbed his temples and rested his elbows on his knees. Tenya tried to speak to him, but he gestured for him to shut up because he did not want to start an interrogation without his teacher, even though that was precisely what he wanted the most.

While they waited the beta—no, the omega—leaned over to check Hizashi’s pulse and then went to check the status of the other two patients. He returned, finished eating and stood still while absently rubbing the scar on his right hand.

“What happened to you?” Shouto asked impulsively.

The omega looked at him, It was surprising that the same person who moments ago was writhing with nervousness could look at him with an expression full of calm. His eyes were amazingly green, in the light of the lamps the color resembled that of moss dampened by the morning dew and were bordered by those long lashes that were green but looked black. Shouto stared at him with such intensity that the boy gave a nervous start and turned his eyes away from him.

“I fell,” he answered quietly, stroking his scar absently. “Slid down a cliff and landed on my hand. I ended up with three broken fingers, but managed to align them without complications.”

Shouto tried not to imagine the situation, but he could not. He was six years old when he dislocated his shoulder when he fell from his first horse and remembered his screams while the healer tried to put the bone back to its place, he remembered how the pain had filed every hole inside his brain, preventing him from processing any coherent thought. He could not imagine healing himself, alone.

“What about you?” The question surprised him and it took him a moment to understand that the omega was referring to the burn on the left side of his face.

His throat contracted at the memory, but before he could say anything, Tenya stepped forward.

“That is an impertinence.”

He made his voice so hard that the omega was startled and his face lost all sympathy, he tensed and pressed his hands against his body. Shouto felt guilty and was about to growl at Tenya when his teacher finally returned with them.

“What happened?” Asked the alpha immediately.

“We’ll talk later.”

“No, we’ll talk now.” He turned to the omega. “Tell him what you just told us.”


“Tell him about the drug.”

He felt his teacher tense and all his attention was focused on the omega.

“What drug?”

Shouto stepped forward. “He says the slavers are drugging the alphas.”

“Is that true?” The omega nodded, looking at them reluctantly. “How do you know?”

“Tokoyami’s family—the person who helped me trace my route across the sea—lived near the General’s fortress. His father worked as a guard in one of the prisons, and they left after his death, but he still remembers everything his father would say. It was him who convinced me to disguise myself as a beta. He told me that the omegas are the most guarded and the alphas are drugged daily.”

Shouto exchanged a look with his teacher.

He asked. “What did you tell the captain?”

“Nothing,” the beta rubbed his face, trying to alleviate his tired eyes. “I asked him about missing boats or ships.”


“Apparently there are a few, but not too many to attract attention.

Tenya shook his head, “What does that mean?”

“It means,” said Aizawa, “that we have another question at hand. Why adult betas? Through all these years young alphas had been taken, omegas were kidnapped indiscriminately, but they have never shown interest in betas. When did they modify their behavior? And why?”

“Does it matter?” Asked Tenya, squinting. “I mean, now we have the answer we were looking for. We know now that Todoroki-ouji was right in assuming that something prevented the alpha from fighting on that occasion. If the drug was able to neutralize them, it will not matter if we manage to besiege a prison. They’ll prefer to massacre the prisoners rather than let them go. We have to go back and tell the king. We have to devise a plan that allows us to take over the prisons without killing the alpha.”

“We’re not going back,” Shouto growled, shaking his head. “Eijirou and his group are waiting for us to pick them up.”

“If they manage to get out,” murmured Aizawa, crossing his arms. “You knew very well that there was no guarantee.”

“Your contact—”

“My contact was clear. He could help them get in, but leaving was another matter. The main objective was to avoid the same disaster from years ago.”

“Eijirou is your disciple.”

“And he knows his responsibilities.”

“And he also trust us. We agreed that we would go to pick him up.”

“We agreed that I would let you come with the condition that you would stay on this ship while I went to look for the contact, at no time did I allow you to come with me.”

“I don’t care if you let me. Eijirou and the others are part of my guard, I will not abandon them.”

“Eijirou knew that if he could not escape he would have to wait until the king’s fleet arrived and even then there was no assurance that the king’s army would get the prison back. He knew that his main mission was to gather information and send it to us. He made the decision knowing the risk he was running.”

“I can’t believe you’re just going to leave him there.”

“There are priorities. We have to warn the king of this situation. He will have to change his plans and will have to gather more details about the drug if we want to overcome it.”

“Then go back to my father. I’ll keep my word.”

“Don’t do this.”

“What is the importance of my return? The old man will not care, you know that just as much as I do. You have a higher chance to convince him to change his mind. If I arrive telling him that he should not attack, the first thing he’ll do is tell me to stop acting like a coward and to set an example to everyone. I will not do any good there.”

“You’ll not do any good while being dead either.”

“I won’t be dead. I will find your contact and maybe we can devise a way out to get Eijirou and the rest of the prisoners out.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?” Aizawa shook his head in disbelief. “You’re only going to get yourself killed, or worse, captured.”

“If that’s the case, then maybe then my father would want to make a real effort to recover the prisoners.”


“You know I’m right. You know that my father intends to concentrate on destroying the ports and attacking the General’s strength. His priority is not the prisoners. You don’t need to say it out loud, it’s more than obvious. I know it and you know it. If he manages to free a few, it will be good for him, if not he can always say he tried.”

Aizawa spread his arms, obfuscated.

“No, no and no… This is crazy, how are you going to face a drug you don’t know nor have you ever seen?”

“Eijirou will know about it.”

“And he will be in the exact same situation with you.”

Shouto shook his head, took a deep breath and stared at his teacher.

“Don’t ask me to leave them.”

“This isn’t your fault.”

“They did it for me.”

“You didn’t force anyone.”

“Have you ever said no to my father?”

“... you’re not him.”

“And that’s why we are here.”

Aizawa closed his eyes, scratched his cheek and began to curse the day he became attached to that group of noisy children.

“Be sensible, Shouto, what are you going to do? You want to enter an unknown area, that none of us knows, to look for the prison that holds Eijirou, and then what? How are you going to enter? How are you going to leave?”

“You’ve always said that we should innovate.”

“Don’t use my words against me.”

“Maybe I don’t know the place, but I’ll find the way there.”

“Excuse me,” both were startled at the intervening voice, they had forgotten about the omega they still had around them. “I know where all the fortress in the area are.”

Silence. Shouto rewinds the phrase until it makes sense.

“How?” Aizawa asks sternly.

“Tokoyami got me a detailed map of the army. If I saw myself in the need to get closer to the coast I would at least know which areas to avoid.”

“Do you have the maps with you?”

“No, they stayed on my boat, but I learned them all by heart. I’ve memorized the locations of all the villages and the guard posts.”

Shouto smiles and looks at his teacher, who grunts.

“The problem with the drug is still there.”

“Well…” The omega intervenes before Shouto does and when both turn to him, the boy blushes. Shouto is surprised when the omega moves the hair from his ear, it is a mania that he has repeated at least five times through all the time they have been chatting.

“Do you also know how to neutralize it?” Aizawa murmurs impatiently.

“Uh… no… I don’t know what it is, but Tokoyami told me that it was delivered by air, so before leaving I had to prepare a complete set of lotions. We had the idea that in case they tried to use it against me, maybe I could counteract it by using a cloth covered in perfume. Like when you use a wet handkerchief to avoid getting intoxicated with the smoke.”

Both Shouto and Aizawa spoke at the same time. “Brilliant.”—“Absurd.”

“In any case,” the omega muttered, trying to ignore the tension between them, “it’s not a long-term solution, but even if it does work it will give us a margin of advantage.”

“Yeah, it will.” Shouto smiled proudly and his gesture caused the omega to blush. Still smiling, the boy turned towards his teacher. “I suppose there are no more excuses.”

Aizawa run a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

“Are you willing to drag him into this nonsense?” He pointed to the omega and for the first time, Shouto had doubts.

He looked at the omega, undecided, but the boy did something extraordinary. He smiled for the first time since he met him. The gesture was brilliant, shy and charming.

“Actually, it’s me who’s offering help,” the boy said without hesitation.

The silence spread as the three looked at him in surprise, finally it was Aizawa who asked the question everyone had in mind, “Why?”

The beautiful smile was suddenly erased, his gesture extinguished like the flame of a candle. A small wrinkle formed between the eyebrows and his cheekbones went pale. Eyes roamed the room, as if searching for something, but it was obvious the boy was not here, he saw something beyond them all. A memory. A wish. Whatever it was, it had the strength to turn a beautiful flower into a withered leaf.

Finally, the boy put his hands to his face and brushed his hair, slowly coming back to reality.  When he looked back at them his face was the spitting image of sadness.

“If I knew that my friend is a prisoner, I would also do everything possible to rescue them.”


Chapter Text

Izuku rested his forehead on the railing and held the groan that threatened to turn into tears within him. He had recently taken the habit of walking to the deck and gaze at the ocean. He prefers it before sleeping, because when he does he dreams of a cage under the sea and with the body of Katsuki falling apart between his fingers. He cannot stop recalling that day, he cannot stop envisioning the cellar full of water.

‘What if they didn’t take him away? What if they left him behind?’ But the thought is foolish and he knows it. It is a childish dream, so he closes his eyes and tries to cling to the only thing he has left.






Izuku decided to organize his first trip to collect ingredients without telling his parents because his mother used to suffer from anxiety if he ever got too far away. He had everything planned and had prepared his travel bag in advance, he had the route he was going to follow and he had made sure to make a list of all the plants he was going to collect.

That day he got up early, left a note to notify his parents that he would return for dinner and left with a quickstep in direction to the forest. He did not expect to find Katsuki yawning and walking around near the edge of the village.

“Kacchan!” He ran towards the blond and smiled as soon as he stood in front of him, “What are you doing here?”

“Freezing, obviously. What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry! ...I did not know that you were waiting for me.”


“Why are you here, Kacchan?”

“You’ve been talking about this trip nonstop for days, Deku.” He yawned again, picked up his bag and turned his back to him. “Better be worth it.”

Izuku smiled and followed him.

The truth was that it ended up not being the perfect trip by far. It dawned, but there was no sun, only grey clouds covering up the sky. They were not able to find even half of the plants on the list, they almost fell into a swamp and had to flee from a wasp nest; but instead they ran into a field full of dandelions, splashed in a pond while trying to catch water lilies, saw a herd of wild boars with their younglings from afar and ate under a grey sky while competing to see who could identify more birds by just hearing their singing voice.

To Izuku, that memory was bright and timeless. He remembers that when it started to rain they had to take shelter under some dry trunks. He remembers that Katsuki put some leaves on the floor, sat down and made space in between his legs. Izuku had leaned against him, wrapped in the warmth of his body and the scent of wood. They stayed there, chatting in low voices, while the rain poured on them.

There was a moment when Izuku noticed the scar on Katsuki’s thumb. It was new because he did not remember seeing it before, so he reached out and touched it. He slid the tip of his index finger through the small mark to the middle of the thumb.

“When did you get it?” He asked, admiring the skin’s delicate texture, sliding his finger along the thumb, back and forth until it reached the wrist.

“About a week ago when we were practicing with short knives.”

Izuku nodded and made a gesture of withdrawing his hand, but Katsuki took his and used the tip of his fingers to caress his knuckles. The gesture made him smile and he unconsciously curled up, fitting his forehead unto his friend’s shoulder. Katsuki’s response was to tighten his embrace and rest his cheek against his head.

At that moment Izuku knew it, and no questions were needed whatsoever for him to know that Katsuki knew it too.






That memory is the one that hurts him the most. The promise of what could have been, of what can no longer be.

Don’t be a wimp.

The memory of his voice and his perpetual titled smile. That’s all he has now.






“Who’s the boy?”

Shouto looks up from the map he has spread out on the ground and stares at the captain, who—with his hands on his hips—has his eyes fixed on his teacher.

“Which boy?”

“Don’t try to play smart with me, Aizawa. Why was there an omega on that ship?”

“If you had bothered to question him, you would have known that they abducted him from the sea. I don’t think they knew he was an omega.”

“I didn’t bother to cross-examine him because I didn’t think it was necessary. I assumed that if there was a problem, you would have told me immediately.”

“Is there a problem with him?”

“I believe I don’t have to spell it out to you, right? The boy’s mourning scent is spread all over the ship. Maybe you think we have out noses covered, or that maybe we are some birdbrained fools, but there’s no way you haven’t noticed. The alpha pups don’t stop haunting him like bees to honey, and by the beard of neptune! Even my crew has began to notice it.”

“To everyone’s eyes he’s a beta.”

“I’ll admit that his scent is not immediately distinguishable, but you can’t cover the sun with a finger. If you took a moment to go out you’d see a group of those guys watching him like he was some kicked puppy. You would see them bringing him food, you would laugh at their attempts to chat, it’s in their nature to want that aroma to disappear. The worst part is that my men has started asking questions, and they know better than anyone else that a beta can’t smell like that.”

“Very well, I’ll fix this matter.”

“And it has to be now, we don’t need a handful of alpha pups fighting for him.”

The captain left and Shouto watched as his teacher took a calming breath. He saw him massaging his head, so he kept silent and waited until he speaks.

“Has the boy told you anything?”

“He doesn’t need to tell me anything.”

Aizawa frowns and Shouto tries to explain.

He saw the notebook by chance, as he got up one night for the bathroom. He found it lying next to the head of the sleeping omega and his first reaction was to pick it up so as to not step on it. His intention was to put it back together with the boy’s things, but he thought of the lost maps and wanted to make sure there were no hidden copies.

It was not a sketchbook in itself, but rather a pack of loose papers linked by a ribbon. When he took it off, the sheets inflated, as if they had a life of their own. In several he found clumsy sketches and brief descriptions of plants that Shouto did not know of their existence, but the rest of the notebook was filled up with images of the same flower. There were dozens of doodles pressed into a single sheet, and in others there was a single flower in the center, red and bright. There were flowers from all sizes. Some were painted with so much color that the papers had been wrinkled by the water, and others were not colored at all, but the strokes of the sketches were thick, firm and almost obsessive. There were some with paint running and others seemingly unfinished.

And all of them were alike. They all had the same shape, small flowers piled up along a stem. An elongated stem, broad at the base and thin at the tip, as if it were a sword. And regardless of the size or the color, they all overflowed with the same impetus drive. Shouto did not need to ask who was the flower’s bearer, he did not need to know their name or their history to understand who they were. All that he needed was to look at the expression the omega had when he looked at them.

“You cannot deny him from his mourning,” Shouto murmured with a tired sigh.

“I’ll not be so cruel, but we’ll have to keep him away from the rest.”

“Let him come with me.”

His teacher growled. “Tell me the truth, are you willing to take an omega to the battlefield?”

Shouto writhes in his place. His first reaction, the natural reaction, was to say no. Of course not, the omega were not allowed to participate in combat. If the boy smelled like one everything would have been easier, there would had been no argument and things would have been clear; but the truth is that every day he smells like something different. It smells like lavender and jasmine, aloe and vervain. Whenever he was near he’d find it hard to remember why he wasn’t supposed to be able to take him to land with him.

“I will not take him to fight,” Shouto repeats the argument that has been said dozens of times since the boy offered his help. “But you can’t belittle the fact that he knows our enemies. He has thought of a way to deal with that drug, and whether it works or not is a completely different matter, but it’s the best we have now. I’m not aiming to assault the prison, I’ll just concentrate on Eijirou and the rest, but we need to test whether his idea can be put into practice.”

“I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me. You want me to leave my king’s son in the enemy’s land, with the company of an omega who does not know how to fight.”

“If it’s easier for you, I can order you.”

“You spoiled brat,” muttered Aizawa.

“What other options do we have? ...Hm? ...Of all my father’s court, you are the only one that has shown an interest in recovering the prisoners. You do it for your nephew, but there are also other families waiting for their children to come back home. That’s why we are here. My father does not have enough information to perform a successful rescue, and he does not even care. If the omega can help us, maybe we should try.”

Aizawa shook his head, “I’ll regret this.”

“If it bothers you that much, I promise you that I’d send the omega back as soon as we test his theory. No participation in combat.”

“...Uh are giving me a headache. Well, all right, go for it and take him to Hizashi. I’ll search for Iida.”

Shouto did not argue, he stood up and left.

He found the omega on the deck, sitting with his feet dangling overboard. There were a handful of alpha pups loitering nearby, no doubt looking for excuses to get close. He also saw a couple of the crew members snooping not too far away, and all of them tensed when Shouto approached the boy.

“Aizawa wants to see you,” he murmured softly, keeping a respectful distance fo three steps.

The boy straightened his head and stared at him. Shouto tensed.

He had heard that a mourning omega was a devastating spectacle, as much or even more that seeing an alpha in feral state, but hearing about it was completely different from watching it happen. His posture shouted abandonment and the scent of aloe - despite being artificial - carried the smell of mourning and sadness, and there was no doubt that upon inhaling it the reaction of an alpha was unconscious: comfort and protect. Only now did he understand the captain’s urgency. If the situation continued there would be a lot of pups wanting to erase that scent despite being ignorant of it, which would undoubtedly lead to territorial disputes.

“I’ve told him everything I know,” said the boy, rubbing his face against the cold metal of the railing. “I’ve drawn the maps he asked for, I’ve told him a thousand times everything that Tokoyami told me and everything I saw in the time I was living there. What else does he want?”

The frustration emanated from him in grey waves. Shouto is able to endure it, but the pups that are watching shift in their place, distrustful and impatient. There is no doubt that if he does not get him inside, he will have to put up with the boys’ territorial instinct.  

“It’s Hizashi. He had a relapse.”

The lie gets Shouto what he wants, the boy straightens, alert and on guard. He stares as the other gets up without saying anything and lets him lead the way. When they arrive at the cabin the omega stops when he sees Hizashi is awake and smiling. He immediately turns to him with an expression of uncertainty.

“I had to make you get down here,” he says with a hint of remorse, “but I could not force you or we would have had problems.”

The look he receives confirms that the omega was not aware of the eyes that watch his every move. Shouto refrains from making a comment and simply points to the back of the cabin. There were only five of them, since the other two wounded had recovered enough to return to their jobs.

“Now that we’re all here,” Aizawa says as they both take a seat beside Hizashi’s bed. “Tomorrow we’ll get to Hosu. The plan was to disembark and look for our contact. If our men managed to get there they will be with him, if not, the idea is to go back to the ship and return to the king. That was the plan, but things have changed. If what Midoriya told us is true, we are at a disadvantage. We don’t know if the drugs used at the prisons can be used in combat, and if so our troops run the risk of falling into a trap.”

“And that is why it’s vitally important that the king knows about the situation as soon as possible,” murmured Tenya with a stern expression.

“I know, we have to go back, but if we do it is very unlikely that we’ll be able to free the prisoners. I think we all know that they are not the king’s priority.”

Tenya started to protest but it was enough for his teacher to raise a hand and silence him.

“Do you really want to do this?” Asked Aizawa, looking towards the omega.

“If I can help, I will. I lost my friends when the ship sank, but I can’t turn around and pretend that everything is the same as before.”

“Are you willing to take this risk because you think you can help or because you are in mourning and you don’t care what happens to you?”

They boy tensed, swallowed hard and took a moment to compose himself. When he did, he straightened up completely and clenches his fists.

“I can help, I know I can.” Honesty, firmness and determination.

Aizawa massaged the bridge of his nose, “If it were in my hands I would take you back. In any other situation I would absolutely refuse to allow an omega to stay here, but in war there are exceptions.” He took a deep breath and stared down at each of them, one by one. “Things have changed and we have to act accordingly. Yuuei’s troops are not enough to face the alliance between two kingdoms, so this is the plan: I will go back with the king and expose the situation and I’ll try to coordinate with our forces. Shouto and Midoriya will disembark tomorrow when we approach the land, they will look for the contact and find out what they can about the drug and how to neutralize it. Shouto,” his teacher laid his eyes on him. “I know you want to free Eijirou and the rest, but the main goal right now is to find a way to counteract their weapon. Watch, listen, and be patient.”

“Only them?” Tenya asked without being able to contain himself, “I cannot let that—!”

“You can’t go with them, Tenya, because I have another mission for you. You’ll travel with us to the peaks and disembark and will head to the north. I need you to visit the barbarian tribes of the mountains. You must talk with their leader and explain the situation as best as you can and you must convince them to fight in this war.”

“The king would never accept it,” murmured Tenya, shaking his head. “He considers Toshinori Yagi as his enemy.”

“Yagi is no longer the head, not it’s the young Togata.”

“Even then the enmity still lies there.”

“You will not ask for help in the king’s name, you will ask for it in Shouto’s name… They will be his reinforcements.”

“But they don’t have ships to get there.”

“They don’t need it. They know the desert like the palm of their hand, they know how to survive and to avoid the beasts that live there. When the king’s fleet moves we will need land support and the only ones who can cross the desert are them, do you understand why this is important?” Tenya was left silent, tense and on guard, “Your mission is to get Shouto help for recovering the prisoners and start an offensive from the land.”

Tenya nodded.

“I can go,” said Hizashi while showing a wide smile, “Let the boy accompany our—“

“No,” Aizawa cut him off, turning to him. “I have work for you too.”

“Really? you’ve left me at the end of purpose.”

“We need the warriors of the southern islands, they are the best fighters among our people. We must gather them if we want to prevent the armies of Hosu and Overhaul from taking us by surprise.”

“If I’m not mistaken, the king tried to recruit them. He sent emissaries to the council and they refused.”

“Our king has not cultivated the best relationship with our brothers from the south.”

“You’re talking about the disaster from a couple of years ago, right?”

“What disaster?” Asked Tenya when he saw his teacher nodding.

“The Alpha Slaughter,” Shouto replied and Aizawa nodded.

“We were supposed to provide ships and reinforcements, and they were to besiege one of the fortresses. The rescue had been their idea and they were willing to offer their life in that battle. They manages to win but the price was too big and our king offered withdrawal. They didn’t want to leave, they wanted to defend it until the reinforcements arrived, but the king threatened to leave them there. So everyone left. After that the diplomatic relationships grew cold, but I think that if you explain to them that our mission is to release the strongholds, they’ll agree to fight. After all, their greatest wish has always been to recover their children.”

“All right, I’ll do it.”

“Very well then, hands on.”

Aizawa signaled his students to speak in private and as they walked away, Hizashi turned to the omega.

“Do you want me to take a message home?”

Shouto was not able to hear the answer, but he saw him get up to look through his sketchbook.






It’s sun day, or so Katsuki calls it. It’s the day when they are allowed to rise to the surface to stretch their muscles and to bathe in the warm light of the morning.

The groups are always small, five up to eight, no more than ten. They go up to the training grounds, from where the guards watch with bows ready, stiff and on guard in the area of the battlements. It has become a habit for Katsuki to look around when he arrives. He has perfected his observing technique without attracting attention. In silence, he counts the numbers of soldiers—to establish patterns—, he takes notes of their faces—in case they looked familiar—, and of their weapons—which they always held with apparent indifference.

He has tried once to climb and ended up with an arrow stuck in his back. The wound had not been fatal, but he was punished with months without leaving. Since then, Katsuki watches and waits. He knows that the only way out is to jump the wall, reach the battlements, and run. He has done countless of simulations in his mind, over and over again. The problem is that he does not know what is out there, he does not know if the wall has the same height on the other side, he does not know if there would be a cliff on the other side or if there would be an open field of a forest that offers protection. He has considered all the options, what was missing was the opportunity. So Katsuki enjoys being outdoors.

He takes off his pants and stretches like a cat in the sun.

He ignores the guards who stand like marble statues, he ignores the omegas who sunbathe on the other corner of the camp. He ignores his cellmates who take advantage to feel the earth under their bare feet. Katsuki assumes the lotus position, straight back, arms to the sides. He lets the light warm his skin, breath clean and fresh air. The warmth of the day makes him sleepy. He dreams.






Katsuki followed the vague mint trail into the forest. He stopped every moment to make sure he was going in the right direction and cursed when the aroma was driving him to the swamp area, a region that adults strictly prohibited. Katsuki grunted between his teeth, “What the hell are you doing, Deku?”

He continued to advance with all his senses in alert. He found the omega with his sketchbook of plants, kneeling next to a berry bush. The relief he felt was paralyzing, he smiled and took a moment to catch his breath and meanwhile took advantage of it to appreciate the narrow shoulders, the stooped back and the line of columns that was drawn on the smooth skin; but his eyes inevitable fixed on the line of bandages that protruded from the brown trousers.

At his age he had begun to dream about them.

His distraction lasted a moment, because at the next his periphery caught the shadow to his right and before he knew it he was moving at full speed. His legs propelled him forward and he took Izuku out of the way of the manticore. They rolled over each other until Katsuki managed to straighten up. He took Izuku’s arm and tried to drag him way, but the boy turned around and pulled him into the opposite direction.

“What are you doing?!” Katsuki shouted as the animal rearmed its posture and looked at them.

“My books!” Izuku answered pointing to the bag lying in front of the bush.

Katsuki cursed, but moved anyway, dodged a huge claw with sharp nails and rolled until he reached the tossed backpack. He grabbed it by the handle, spun it around and threw it in the direction of the omega.

“Run!” He shouted as he dodged another claw and tried to put space between himself and the animal.

Katsuki analyzed the situation. The beast was much bigger than him and there was no way he could deal with it with his hands alone, so the most sensible option was to retreat. He knew the animal would stop pursuing them if they managed to get out of their territory.

The animal attacked and Katsuki dodged, feinted to the right and issued a menacing growl while  emitting warning pheromones. The animal roared in turn, but Katsuki did not let himself be intimidated, instead he took two lateral steps trying to get his position as close as possible to the escape route. The beats read his intentions because before he finished moving it shortened the distance, interposing between himself and the way back. A soon as he saw him lower his head, readying its hindquarters, Katsuki knew that he would not get out completely unharmed.

“Bah, it doesnt matter,” he told himself apathetically, it would be another scar he planned to wear with pride. Katsuki prepared for the attack and at the same time took into account the possible outcomes.

Several things happened at the same time.

The animal jumped and Katsuki shrank and shot to the left noticing that one of the claws grazed his arm. He felt the burning of the wound and gritted his teeth. When the animal landed it used the rebound force to turn around towards him. Katsuki prepared for the second attack, which did not arrive because suddenly a blurry spot smashed into the face of the manticore, effectively hitting one of his eyes.

The animal roared and Katsuki blinked at seeing Izuku standing a few steps away from him. His face pale and his large eyes trembling with fear. The beast shook its head and the bag that had stuck in its face spilled all its contents on the ground.

Katsuki lost no time, barely recovered from the surprise, he straightened up, took Izuku by the hand and ran to the opposite direction. He did not let go even when they reached the safe area, he did not let go while he was bending over himself panting for air.

He let got when he started to yell at him.

“What the hell were you doing!” There were no words to describe the emotion that was stirring inside him. Fury, fear, anxiety. They all squeezed together when he thought of all the things that could have gone wrong. “I had everything under control!”

“It hurt you…” Said Izuku with a murmur that sounded more like sob.

Only then did Katsuki notice the blood running down his arm, grimacing at the wound, it burned too much, meaning that it was just superficial.

“This is nothing!” He shouted, refusing to let himself be overcome by the smell of fear and stress that came from Izuku. “I was ready to face it!”

Izuku shrank, but that did not calm Katsuki. He screamed until he felt tired, he shouted hoping that it would lighten the fright inside him. He could not stop thinking about how close Izuku had been to the disaster.

“You almost made it kill you!”

The screams drew the remaining air inside him and for a moment he struggled to recover, but before he could continue his speech Izuku wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his head against his shoulder. The feeling of his cold body against the other’s gave him the stability he needed. Izuku grabbed him tightly and when he felt him tremble Katsuki reacted unconsciously: He inhaled his aroma fear and mint , wrapped him in his arms and rested his head against his forehead.

Only then did Katsuki finally find calm. His fright remitted because Izuku was there. He was there and he was safe. He could feel his heart beating against his at an unbridled and anxious pace. He could feel the tears on his shoulder.

“Don’t be a wimp,” he muttered, drowning in the aroma that the omega emitted and trying to offer comfort. “It’s just a cut.”

“I thought… I thought…”

“No, you didn’t think. What the hell were you doing there?”

It took a moment but Izuku was able to swallowed the rest of his tears to answer him.

“I got distracted while looking for a bush of blackberries.”

Katsuki separated and hit him in the nose with the tip of his index finger.

“That’s why I always accompany you, Deku.”

“You can’t always come with me.”

“I can and I will… and next time don’t even think about getting into my fight.”

“But Kacchan! ...It was going to kill you.”

“Who are you calling a wimp, huh?”

He tickles him and Izuku laughs. The sound makes him feel better, so he continues until he has Izuku on the ground dying of laughter. Katsuki stops and gazes at the adorable face, round and charming. Eyelashes wet with tears, round cheeks and a soft mouth. Izuku’s eyes were colored in a very deep green, it was like moss, dark, velvety and fresh.

“... I saw you dead.” Izuku murmured, losing his smile.

“I’m going to get angry again,” he replied, without malice, stroking green hair. The cut on his arm has stopped bleeding and now it only burn him. “Besides, you made me go for your books and then you lose them again, what was that about?”

The pout Izuku made was lovely.

“I can make more books,” he murmured in a low voice, “...but there’s only one of you.”

Katsuki laughed. He did not need to hear the rest, it was enough to see the expression in the green eyes. The thought made him smile, inflated his heart with energy and safety.

“C’mon… I need to get this cleaned up. Then I’ll ask my mom for one of her knives and we’ll come back for your things.”

“No! What if that thing is still there?”

“That’s why I’m going for, Deku. I will not let it hurt you.”

He made him stand up and took him back to the village.






The memory is bitter. He had promised that he would take care of him and he had failed. He had been weak, he had been useless. He had allowed them to take Izuku away.






Eijirou could not help but become depressed.

It was already two months since his arrival and he has began to feel the weight of the  confinement. The routine was monotonous, castrating, horrifying. And the incense was the worst of them all. Maybe it was because he was not used to it like the rest, but he did not stop having headaches, he could not sleep, and sometimes he woke with panic attacks. He was beginning to feel the walls pressing against him. It did not improve the fact that he could not stop thinking about Denki. Sometimes he saw him when he brought breakfast, but there were always rotations and there was no way to talk to him.

The day he had to go out like the rest to sunbathe it felt like opening a window in a stale room. The aroma of the field, the warmth of the morning, everything relaxed his body until he found a comfortable position on the ground and stayed there, allowing himself to be caressed by the sun’s rays.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the blond undress, he saw him exercise. He saw him doze in the sun and he took advantage of the moment of calm to study him carefully. The flower on his arm and chest was extraordinary, under natural light it shone with a scarlet hue, thin green lines extended by the arm highlighting the triceps. Despite his captivity the blond remained his shape. The whole set—the muscles of his shoulders and arms, the thin waist, the flat belly and his toned legs—attracted the attention of the omegas that lounged nearby.

He had seen the boy train in his small cell. Squats, push-ups, sit ups and a whole series of warm-ups exercises. What surprised him, besides the discipline, was the energy that overflowed. The obsession. He had seen that depression was quite common, there were days were many tried to sleep until it was time to go to work, there were days when nobody wanted to talk. The blond did not seem depressed, and instead he trained. He did not befriend anyone, he just repeated sequence after sequence until his body was covered with sweat. After working, he spent an hour massaging the battered muscles, washing them and resting.

He kept an absolute control over his body, and Eijirou understood why. It was the only thing he could control. ‘Not always,’ said a little voice inside him evoking the smell of oranges. The memory depressed him again, because if he was honest with himself he had been one step away from disaster. It would have been so easy to get carried away… and sometimes he dreamed of doing it. Sometimes he dreams of going back to the dungeon and do what his instincts had told him to do.

Eijirou growled between his teeth and straightened. At the same time the blond shook off the drowsiness. He saw him stretch his neck and arms. There were moments when he saw him give up his usual irascible grimace and acquire a melancholic air. They were very few and far in between, almost all of them happened just after waking up, and they disappeared with an amazing speed.

While he pondered on the matter, the blond stood up and assumed a fighting stance. Bent knees, arms outstretched, legs open. The position was familiar to him and he studied it carefully. Seeing him move, the feeling of familiarity increased: One foot in front, slowly, bow bent, first support the fingers, raise the back leg, balance the weight, maintain the posture…

“By any chance, do you perhaps know Aizawa?” Eijirou asked quietly, looking at the position of his feet, the way they moved and inevitably remembering his teacher’s voice.

The feet stopped and Eijirou looked up at the red eyes.


“Shota Aizawa. He’s my teacher, do you know him?”


Resuming his movement, with a deliberate slowness, shifting the weight from one leg to another, changing its center of gravity from the foot to the knee and waist.

“Wow… how strange. My teacher taught us that fighting style… well, although there are certain differences. There, what you just did, it’s different. You’re supposed to stretch your arm to punch while you’re turning around, and you shouldn’t—“

“Shut up!” The blond finished the routine and glared at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“That technique is taught to the king’s guard. My teacher, Aizawa-sensei, learned it from the warriors of the south, trained with them when he had… Oh!’re from the south! Did you train at the capital?”


“Who was your teacher?”

“My mother.”

“Your mo—? Wow! Who’s your mother?”

“Why do you care?”

“Curiosity… Is she an alpha?”

“She is, she was…” The blond muttered, shrugging as he resumed his stance.

He repeated the sequence until it was finished and then started once again. Eijirou watched him carefully and although there were certain differences, the familiarity of the situation transported him back to the palace.

It filled him with wistfulness.






After twelve weeks of confinement and no response from the outside, Eijirou began to become aware of the enormity of his situation. His teacher had warned him of the danger, he had told him that it was possible they could not get him out before the king’s troops got on their way, and even then he could not shake off the impatience.

He counted the days, waiting for an answer from the outside.

Exactly in the third month of his arrival, the story was repeated, only this time Eijirou was a spectator. From his cell he saw the guards move two unconscious alphas and tried not to writhe with anxiety. He was so distracted that it took him a moment to notice the soldier who discreetly stopped by his cell. As soon as he looked up to him he instinctively raised his guard, but the other just looked around before throwing what looked like a small tube, no bigger than a finger.

Eijirou reacted immediately. He extended his leg and hid the cylinder beneath it. The soldier walked away without looking at him. With the hoods they wore it was impossible to distinguish one from the rest, but Eijirou tried to remember their height and the shape of their body.

With his heart beating at full speed, Eijirou had to stay still until the soldiers left with the two prisoners. As soon as the sound of footsteps disappeared, he had the blond next to the bars watching him with overwhelming intensity. Apparently he had noticed the exchange.

The tube was actually a piece of rolled paper. It had the thickness of his thumb and it was as long as half of his little finger. When unfolding it, Eijirou ran into his prince’s delicate calligraphy. It was written in code so he ignored the blond’s incendiary stare and took a moment to translate the text.

When he finished, he kept silent and tried to assimilate it.

“What does it say?” The blond growled impatiently.

Eijirou did not even hesitate, the words came out alone.

“Todoroki-ouji is here.”

The blond said something but Eijirou ignored him, he could not stop thinking about the message.

“Oh for the love of…! What else does it say?!

Eijirou shook his head. “He says the king’s priority is not to get the prisoners back. He says they will not come. He says we are alone… he says they are going to get me out of here.”

“Only you.” The voice held no bitterness and no reproach, but when he looked at him he clearly saw contempt.

The blond laughed, but before he could get away Eijirou reacted, he held him by the arm.

“No,” he said firmly. “No,” he repeated.

He wanted to leave. He hated this place. He hated the incense and the work… but the mere thought of leaving without them… He looked at the sleeping alphas, he thought of Denki. No, he could not leave.

“You said that if the fleet arrived,” he murmured without ever looking away from his eyes, “you would attack from within. So all right. The fleet will not come, but with the help of my friends, maybe we can get out of here.”

The smile that spread across the blond’s face was carnivorous and cold.

Eijirou nodded. “Well, now tell me, how can I give him a message?”


Chapter Text

“Hey, sleepyhead, it’s time to get up.”

Denki growls, but the voice is insistent and kind; he notices the fingers that gently caress his hair with immeasurable amounts of affection. In the end he gives up. He opens his eyes and finds two hazel lakes staring back. He blinks and contracts when the muscles of his stomach tighten.

“Does it still hurt?”

He seats in silence. It’s been two weeks since the red-haired alpha was returned to the cells with the rest of his group, but only six days since they left him in peace.

“Come on, I’ll help you bathe.”

“Thanks, Ochako.”

The girl smiles at him and she helps him stand up. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees other omegas in the same situation; they moved slowly while someone else helped them get to the toilets. He also sees a few empty rugs and his face twists at what they represent.

“How many didn’t come back?” He asks in a low voice as they gradually move towards the door.

“Six,” Ochako mutters, looking at the floor. “Maybe they’ll come back today.”

Denki is not deluded, but he keeps the pessimism to himself. The lavatory is in the side room, there is an area for the toilets and at the other end there are several huge jars. They use hand pumps that raise the water from an underground stream, it makes bathing during the winter a nightmare and in those days they clean themselves with a damp sponge. On the other hand, in midst of the summer the bath is the only thing that manages to calm the incandescent heat, during the rest of the year the cold is vaguely bearable.

With Ochako’s help he sits on one of the stone benches and lets her wash him. The silence is absolute, he hears nothing aside from the falling water and the soap on his skin. Denki shudders with the cold water, trembles when he notices the soap glides over the bruises on his stomach. While Ochako moves away to fill her tray with more water, Denki looks at himself. The marks cover his stomach and belly, the black from the first days started to fade, only to leave yellow and green areas where it stood before. It still hurts him if he makes sudden movements, but at least he can walk.

Ochako returns and Denki closes his eyes, allowing himself to be pampered and he tries to clear his mind from all difficulties that surrounds him. That’s it, until the sobs break the silence in the bathroom. When he opens his eyes he sees Yui sitting on the same bench as him, her mouth tense as she drowns her tears. Denki sees the wounds on her fingers and the cuts on her legs.

He does not need to ask to know that she has just been let out, he leans towards her and rubs his forehead against her thin shoulder. The person on the other side of her does the same thing and Ochako also joins the pile, the atmosphere becomes loaded with the aroma of support, affection and sweetness that characterizes the omegas when they are together. The air oozes love and compassion. Denki soaks himself in it, comforting one another in silence, offering the only affection they can.

When the cries remit the bath resumes. The wounded omegas are returned to their cots since they are usually given four days to recover. While Ochako bathes, he dresses, although the word has no actual meaning. His attire consists of simply just a fundoshi that leaves the his whole body exposed and for everyone to see. Denki remembers the shame and terror he felt when his bandages were taken from him and he was forced to use that thing.

Now he can use it without shaking.


He still feels the shame but it has become a routine feeling. To this day his instincts makes him shrink when he sees an alpha nearby, and he never tries to look at them in the eyes. He does not want to see them looking at him.

Once he is dressed, he waits for Ochako, who returns naked, drying herself with a blanket. He helps her put on her sarashi and fundoshi, then all who are in a good enough condition to move stand close to the elevator, carrying in their warms the mats where they sleep with their blankets.

Denki yawns as the creak of the elevator resonates overhead. The omegas line up in two rows facing the only exit there is. A thud is heard and immediately after he hears the jingling of the keys and the sound of the padlock opening. The double doors open, revealing the elevator drawer with a guard making signs for the first group to climb.

As the first group moves towards the surface, Denki absently scratches his shoulder. He touches by mistake the bite that is still there and removes his fingers as if the brand burned him. He cannot stop himself for clenching his teeth. His discomfort causes some of his companions to turn towards him, asking questions in silence, but Denki simply smiles and shakes his head. At his side, Ochako pushes his arm in an attempt to distract him, he pushed back and the thing ends there.

They do not ask questions. They never talk about what happened in the dark cells, except to warn newcomers of what they should avoid and how to avoid it. In his previous life any contact with an alpha would have been cause for gossip, nervous whispers and happiness. But not here, because here they try to establish a clear barrier between themselves and the others. No names, no ties. He has broken the only rule they have. He told him his name and he does not know which one is worse—to have said it or to want to hear it from his mouth.

‘It will pass,’ Denki tells himself with resolution. It is not the first time that his body cries out for contact. It is not the first time that the need vibrates within him at a slow and inopportune frequency. He is not the only one. The dark room always leaves them unsatisfied, anxious and with longing. It is a natural reaction. It is an absolutely normal reaction.

What was not normal is that it has already been two weeks and Denki still has dreams filled with the aroma of saffron, but he is willing to overcome it.

When it is his turn to climb the elevator, Denki is forced to stop thinking about the red-headed alpha. ‘It’s over,’ he says resolutely as he leaves the mat and blankets piled up along with the others—the last group is responsible for putting them in the sun—, then goes along with Ochako down the hall and they turn right to enter the kitchen.

The room is elongated with several stone tables, shelves along one wall, and a row of ovens in the background. They eat cold bread, cheese and jerky, accompanying them with mint tea while the ovens are heated. When everyone has finished the omegas are dispersed as a group of working ants. Denki and several of his companions begin to fill the carts with breakfast for the cells. When they are finished, several of them are escorted by the guards and Denki goes to the table where the bread is prepared.

He likes to make bread. It is the closest he will ever feel to his home. While filling the mass with nuts, raisins and figs, he remembers the redhead. He remembers their conversations. He remembers his laughter.

It was bright and striking. Noisy and spontaneous.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe that was why he could not get it out of his head. He has not heard a laugh in such a long time. He has not laughed in such a long time.

He laughed with him.

It is what most disturbs him. To laugh. It seems impossible in a situation like his, but somehow the alpha managed to relax him enough to get a laugh from him. Laughter return him back to his home, with his mother and her sweetness.

Denki shakes his head and concentrates on the dough. He squeezes it with excessive force but nobody says anything to him. He vents with it, fills it with his anger and then puts it on the tray with the rest. He works and repeats the same pattern until his mind goes blank.

Mechanical work distracts him during the day, but at night while he is extending his mat on the floor he finds no way to get the alpha out of his head. And it stays like that until Ochako puts her mat next to him and whispers to him.

“The mats were taken.”


“The guards took the mats from those who have not returned.”

An iron fence grips Denki’s heart as soon as he understands the meaning. ‘They have left,’ he tells himself, and it does not matter if he had already realized beforehand, the confirmation is always bitter.

Where do they take them? What do they do with them?

Denki listens to the murmurs as soon as the news runs through the others. Fear leads them to seek consolation, they stack together and embrace each other, trying to shake off the feeling of fatality that bubbles in the air. History repeats itself each time one of them does not return. The uncertainty of their destiny hangs over the rest like a sharp sickle.

Ochako huddles next to him, trembling. Denki comforts her as best as he can because he knows that she is terrified by the prospect of having to participate in the next group. Her turn will be in a week, and Denki hopes that she comes back.






His heat arrives the same day Ochako is taken away. He takes notice of the discomfort the moment he wakes up and the electrifying sensation that tickles at the tip of his fingers. At home he would have had some privacy, they would have given him space and time to relax his body and fight the need. In the prison that does not happen. The heat of an omega is used against them. They are forced to return to the dark room awaiting results. And although their jailers cannot distinguish the aroma, they recognize the common symptoms dilated pupils, anxiety, hot flashes, lack of attention , that is why they have perfected the art of going unnoticed.

As a general rule, the cover for each other. They try to away from any activities that brings them closer to an alpha the only ones that could betray them , and there is always someone with them looking out for any guards. To stay focused, they secretly chew panax, which helps them focus and provides them with energy. Some omega planted it among the other vegetables they have on the surface, their name has been lost among the countless who have been there, but the plant survives and the guards don’t even suspect it.

Each heat is the same. Denki fights against the feeling of abandonment, against the desire. Fear beats inside him when he gets up it accompanies him throughout the day. He fears that some guard will stop him and examine him thoroughly. He fears being dragged to the dark cells and never return.

Sometimes it is inevitable, sometimes it turns out that a guard is insightful enough to discover them. When that happens the omega is guaranteed to never return. Of all the stories that are told, the exception has been Itsuka, but the rest knows that it has been a combination of unrepeatable events that none should hope to aspire to repeat the miracle. So Denki uses all his will to stay attentive during the day and at night he relieves himself alone or with help.

Everything would have been easier if only he could stop imagining hands with the scent of saffron.






While Ochako is still absent Denki sweeps and cleans the cells of the alphas. He takes them food to eat and cleans their clothes. He never has to cover the same cell two days in a row and that is a good thing, because as soon as he enters the redhead’s cell, the aroma of saffron shakes him from head to toe. It has been over a month since he last saw him, but the memory of his mouth and fingers come back with intensity.

He touches his shoulder absentmindedly, but the mark has already faded away.

As soon as he realizes that one of the guards is watching him, Denki clenches his teeth and starts working. He sweeps the cell thoroughly, empties the bucket full of feces and washes it with perfumed water, he shakes the blankets and sets them back on the floor. He does the exact same process with the one that follows, but he remembers to leave behind mint leaves for the blond alpha.

It is on these type of occasions when he remembers Itsuka. For all he knows it was her who had started giving him the mint, and she had asked him to continue with the work. That was weeks before they took her. Sometimes, Denki wonders if she made the conscious decision to mate because she could not bear to be forced to repeat the same charade over and over again.

If so, Denki does not blame her. Sometimes apathy looms over them like a dense cloud. Sometimes despair beats without respite. He can understand her agony, her surfeit. Maybe a day will come when he himself decides to give in.






When your life is reduced to a repeating cycle day after day, any changes become alarming.

It starts with the supplies from the pantry. The guards start taking the largest number of sacks, barrels and baskets, filled with flour, fresh vegetables and pickles. The corned beefs disappear, leaving only dry jerky to feed the prisoners.

Later comes the news that there no new omegas were coming, which was wonderful and terrible at the same time. Wonderful, because it meant that the last hunting went wrong and that at least their people were still safe. Terrible, because the guards are now more prone to anger.

And it ends when Ochako’s group does not return when their month at the dungeons is fulfilled, even worse, the guards take everyone from group three and leave just a handful of omegas to take care of all the prisoners.

The working became overwhelming. Cooking, washing, cleaning… the omegas spend the whole day trying to catch up. They ended up exhausted, with a few hours to sleep only to rise again and repeat the same sequence. Ten days later half of Ochako’s group returns. She returns silent and with dark circles under her eyes. Denki holds her while she cries and it is his turn to help her bathe and put her clothes on. This time the guards took the rugs without waiting.

After two weeks working tirelessly, Denki moves on autopilot. He is so distracted that it took him a moment to register what the blond said. He straightens up to look at him and realizes that he knows that expression. ‘It’s too early to ask for mint,’ he thinks while he gives him his food.

He does not expect the request he hears: I need paper and ink.

More than that, what really shakes him is the scent of threat, of urgency, of decision. It emanates from the blond in red waves. He realizes that the rest of the cell shudders with that aroma. It is the essence of an alpha ready to fight. Denki’s body is frozen in place, which is quite fortunate because otherwise he would be backing off, attracting the attention of the guards.

When the blond retreats, taking the scent with him, Denki straightens up without his face revealing his surprise and uncertainty. He goes to the next cell and does not risk looking back. His heart does not stop beating violently as he climbs the stairs and drags the empty carts back to the kitchens. In his panic he does not stop feeling that the guards are watching him. He is fortunate that after dinner they are returned to their underground rooms because only there is Denki sure that there are no eyes watching.

The first thing he wants to do is tell Ochako about it, but she is sleeping and the mere idea of waking her up causes him discomfort. He also does not want to repeat the words aloud because that would make the request real. And if it is real… if it is real he has no idea what to do with it.

‘What does he want paper for,’ Denki thinks with frustration. ‘Whom is he going to write to? And when he’s finished, who will deliver the message… And if they discover him, then what. They aren’t going to punish him, they’ll punish us.’

Denki remembers all the times that the association with an alpha has brought pain: Ibara was punished by imprisoning her for a whole month in the dark cells with the alpha that convinced her to bring him a knife; after that they took them both. And when they discovered Nubia had drawn a map detailing the stairs and tunnels, they made her bleed until she could no longer hold a pen again. And just like them, there were countless of stories Denki heard from the other omegas that had been there for a longer time.

Stories whose purpose was to make sure that none of them made the same mistake.

‘I’m not going to give him anything,’ Denki says with resolution because he knows that he will get caught and he does not want to get involved.

‘You give him the mint,’ murmured another part of him, the part that missed laughing.

‘Because Itsuka asked me to.’

‘You could stop now.’

“What’s wrong?”

Ochako turns around, no doubt alerted by the uncertainty and fear emanating from him. Denki controls himself, shakes his head and sighs.

“Nothing, everything’s fine.”

He lies next to her, facing the stone ceiling. He can smell his own fear and that of his companions, it is an aroma that had become a constant in their lives. He hears the whispers of bodies seeking comfort while unconscious. He can feel the cold from the soil that sneaks into his bones. This is his life. Days are blurred one after the other, with no changes, and no hope.

“No changes?” He mutters to himself as he remembers the half-empty pantry. He turns his face around and even in the darkness he could distinguish many empty spaces, more than usual. They pieces together the dates of two groups. They had never done that before, the tradition was that one group went to the cells while the other two worked, now they had taken two and left one of them for a longer time.

More time , he shudders at the idea. He does not want to think about it, but he knows that if they had left him there another week with the redheaded alpha he would had ended up yielding. He had wanted to give in when…

Denki stops his train of thoughts and curses at the embarrassment showing in his face, the memory shakes him but when it does return so does the anxiety and the increasing uncertainty. The changes were too flashy to ignore them, he already had enough problems with the prospect of returning to the cells for a longer time, and now it adds up when the most problematic alpha decides to give throw on him a suicide mission.

‘But, why now?’ He thinks and curses him, yet his mind paralyzes at the idea. ‘Is he plotting something?’

The thought is absurd, but he cannot get it out of his head, he cannot forget his expression, the aroma. Everything inside him was on fire. All of him cried for independence.

That night he was not able to sleep, he does not stop thinking about Nubia’s shattered hands.






Getting paper was not easy, not since the incident with the map, but Denki manages to get one of the abandoned inventory lists. On one side there is a complete list of items including the number of pieces or bags, on the back the list continues halfway and the rest of the sheet is blank. Denki folds it ten times in a row and slides it under his wristband.

Ink is an even greater challenge. He has not seen a single bottle in all the time he has been there, but he plans to do the same thing that Nubia did.

While his colleagues work, Denki takes all the blueberries. He washes them and cleans them very carefully In the eyes of everyone he uses them to fill the breads that he is preparing for the day, but no one notices the small bowl in front of him, where there is a handful of strawberries that he crushes with his fingertips whenever he gets the opportunity. When finished with the dough, Denki has three trays filled bread stuffed with cranberries and a small bowl with purple pulp.

Several of his companions have noticed the bowl but none of them comes near for fear of calling the attention of the guard. Denki takes care of putting the rest of the flour in the pantry and while doing so he makes sure to bring his small bowl with him. He entertains himself in front of the cabinet that keeps the preserved food until he notices that the guard turn his attention to the breakfast carts that his companions are filling.

Only then does he rush to uncover the vinegar. He pours the amount of what he thinks is a spoonful with a little salt into his bowl, then he walks away from the pantry taking with him the canister where the pepper is stored. While helping with the vegetables Denki takes out the paper, puts it on a piece of cloth and then empties the contents of his bowl into the bottle. The omegas next to him do not look at him, but the tension they emit is scorching.

Denki picks up his materials and with all simplicity in the world washes his bowl along with the rest of his things and when he is sure that the guard is not looking at him, he puts a few drops of water inside the jar, shakes it discreetly and hides it between the things he takes to the breakfast cart.

Under normal circumstances Denki would stay in the kitchen to help with the food, but with the lack of staff there is no choice but to go down with the rest to the cells. The boy walks all the way with his back tense, trying to ignore the expression of panic that the rest of his companions dedicate him every time he dares to look at them. It is fortunate that Ochako remains in bed, otherwise she would be questioning him and the truth is that he is not even sure what he is doing.

His hands do not stop trembling throughout the whole journey, he does not stop thinking that at any moment one of the guards will drag him to the cells to never let him out. Fear beats within him but he does not even regret it. He does not hesitate while giving the blond the blankets that wraps around the canister and the piece of paper. At that moment, when he consciously decides to take a risk, he feels that an old part of him wakes up. He feels that maybe he is not condemned to a black destiny.


Maybe that is what ended up condemning Itsuka, Ibara, Nubia and the rest.






Tomura does not bother to knock on the door. He opens it with strength and determination, flooding the room with the untiring energy that his body possesses.

The tall, thin man with the charcoal skin is the only one who recognizes his presence. His elongated eyes, bright yellow, lack of pupils, and you never know what emotion is drawn on them, despite all this one of the few people that Tomura tolerates having close.

“Welcome, Shigaraki,” Kurogiri mutters, bowing his head humbly as he stands in front of him.

Tomura ignores him, focusing his attention on the figure of his teacher who has occupied himself on the table with his back to him. He does not turn even when he hears him approaching, entertained as he is with whatever he has there. He is so immersed in his work that Tomura loses his patience, so he goes around the table and stands in front of him.

“You called me?” He asks, fixing his attention on the man or what is left of him lying between them. His complexion is thick and tall, but the cadaverous pallor snatches away any air of threat. His chest is open and his teacher carefully studies the organs that are exhibited there. From the stumps that used to be his hands, blood drips into two jars on the floor. The pink bougainvillea flower that grows on his knee is stained with blood.

Tomura contains the desire to bend over, pull out his knife and tear off the tattoo. The desire is so intense that he unconsciously scratches the portion of skin to the right of his clavicle. It is a mania that he cannot control.

“Kurogiri has brought me interesting news,” murmured his teacher, giving him a fatherly smile.

“Is it about the ships? Because I had nothing to do with it. You forbade me to participate in the spring collection.”

“And luckily I did or right now you would be under the sea.”

“Rather you’ll say that right now there would be a new group of savages for you. I wouldn’t have failed.”

“Oh, really?”

“I’ll prove it to you. In the fall harvest I’ll bring twice as many prisoners.”

“It’d be impossible.”

“What?! … I can do it!”

“And I have no doubt you would have, but there will be no fall harvest.”

“Why not?”

“Because Yuuei has decided to fight. Kurogiri’s spies inform us that the mobilizations have begun. They’re gathering food, weapons, ships and warriors. It is said that their objective is to attack our ports.”

Tomura laughs out loud as his nails dig into the scar tissue, “I want to see them try.”

“Our position is still delicate.”

“We can beat them. With our soldiers, Overhaul’s soldiers, and with the serum… The savages of Yuuei will fall before us.”

“We have to be patient, we can’t risk them to know about our alliance, much less for them to try one of their own.”

“The conceited and selfish king Todoroki requesting reinforcements? ….to whom? To the savages on the north? They are declared enemies. The savages of the south? They lack the ships to move. No, Yuuei has no friends. They don’t have the strength to defeat us.”

“Even so we’ll still be cautious.”

Tomura clicks his tongue in annoyance, “I’ll take care of bringing our people together.”

“No, Kurogiri has already started the transfer of food and mobilized our men and we have sent the order to speed up the matings. Hopefully, that will empty the prisons before they attack us.”

“What will you do with those that remain?”

“When Yuuei’s fleet gets on their way, all unpaired prisoners will be sacrificed. We can’t run the risk of any of those fortresses falling into the hands of the savages.”

“Do you want me to supervise the transfers?”

“No… I have a mission for you. We have received a message from Dabi, he found the traitor and he hides near the nomu frontier. Right now he’s watching over them.”

“Watching over? Bah! A waste of time. He should just eliminate them. Are you sending me to finish his job?”

“I’m sending you to interrogate the traitor. There are Yuuei’s spied with him and I want to know what he has told them.”

“More? ...We’ve got rid of all the previous ones. From the last four, only one remains. Two have already been paired and are about to be moved if they aren’t on their way, one died because of the serum and the other is still there… but it’s a matter of time.”

“You sure?” His teacher straightens for the first time, moving away from the mutilated body. There are several bottles full of blood next to the head and in the other one the heart is floating. “It’s most likely that those two are part of the same group. It’s the first time that they send so many at the same time, without mentioning that they are still young.”

“And what about it? They will end like all the previous ones. I could even cut their heads and send them to the king, surely that would make him move faster.”

“There’s no need for anything unnecessary. Go and do your job.”

Tomura gets angry and observes with annoyance the table where the blood has stopped dripping. He points to the row of small vials arranged on the shelf in the opposite corner to the entrance.

“How is the serum for the betas going?”

“Until now it seems to work… but we’ll have to test it in the open.”

“Hmm, will you need more test subjects?”

“There’s still plenty from the last group, but if any of your spies is a beta, sent them to me. I would like to try something else.”

“As you wish.”

Tomura leaves without saying goodbye. He turn his back on him and walks away through the dirty corridors. He goes downstairs until he reaches the basements. His room is the only space occupied on the entire floor, no one else likes the aroma of enclosure and shit that rises from the lower floors. He has no problems with them.

The advantage of having a useless nose.

He takes an old bag out from his closet and fills it with clothes, a blanket, his knives, rope and everything else. He changes his clothes, choosing a thicker set, much more appropriate one for the trip In the mirror of his room his slim and marked body is outlines, the scar tissues that he bears at his heart height makes him itch. While making a mental list of everything he needed, he scratches. It is a mania that he cannot avoid.

When everything is ready, he heads towards the lower floors. The guards on duty greet him with the respect that his position deserves.

“I need a runner and provisions for a trip of several days,” he said as he walks toward the cages without stopping. One of the guards goes to the cellars while the other begins to point out their properties.

“All of them are good runners. The fastest one is in cell five. The most resistant is that one of cell eight. The most reliable in the twelve. To fight the one in cell three. If you are not concerned about discretion, there are several flyers ready to be saddled.

Shigaraki stops in front of the last cell. The guard stands aside and look at him with evident nervousness.

“What about this one?”

“It’s good, but it has a bad character.”

As if listening to them, the beast growls. Their yellow eyes sparkle with hatred common in cornered animals. It has grey skin, six legs with huge nails that tear the cell’s cement, and the fangs protruding from his mouth are the size of a hand.

“I’ll take it.”

The guard does not protest. He hands him the syringe with the red serum. Tomura grabs it and immediately empties a a few drops into his hand, then throws the rest onto the floor of the cage where it breaks into hundreds of small fragments. For a second nothing happens, until the animal shakes its head as if it had been hit. It recoils and staggers, as if drunk. Their body relaxes, its teeth retract, its nails stop sinking into the ground.

Tomura opens the grid, extends his hands toward the snout of the beast, which sucks strongly the aroma in his hand. While that happens the guard saddles it and adjust the stirrups. At the same time the other guard arrives, carrying two bags with supplies that he ties to the chair.

When everything is ready, Tomura takes the reins and guides the animal into the tunnels. He mounts in one jump and spurs the beats towards a dizzying race through the dark tunnels. The trip awakens his thirst for blood. His desire to meet the spies of Yuuei and welcome them to their lands burns within him.


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They disembark near the coast in the middle of the night and they do not stay too long to see the ship leave since it is too dangerous to wait for the dawn, so they advance in a hurry, taking care to not leave a visible trail. The area is extremely wooded which gives them at least some sort of protection in case there were some guards lingering around. The air of the coast is warm and salty, but as they move away from it the aroma becomes a combination of leaf litter and bark. At night, the sounds of their footsteps seem to reverberate in all directions. Izuku’s heart does not stop beating unbridled as they rush away from the beach.

The full moon illuminates the sky with a silvery hue, the hooting of the owls breaks the silence suddenly and from time to time they reach to distinguish the small nocturnal rodents that run to hide when they pass by. They walk throughout the night, without stopping and when the sun rises, Izuku uses it to locate their position on the improvised map. They rest for a couple of hours just to relax their legs and to take a quick nap. Immediately afterwards they resume their march.

They walk for days only stopping to eat and rest. They take advantage of the fact that there is a full moon to continue during the night and they only sleep in shifts, wrapped in blankets next to each other. Izuku follows the rhythm of his companion without complaining, accustomed to hard work and the hash nighttime climate. He accepts his watchful shifts without protest and does not allow the other to offer him preferential treatment. He eats his cold rations without saying anything and every day focuses on the activity that lies ahead: Walk, eat, watch. At night, when he has to watch, he focuses on looking at the shadows, listening to every noise, every whisper. When he sleeps, he dreams of Katsuki, but it is not the dreams he has had during the last few years, they are not memories of their childhood either, they are not brilliant and crystalline sequences. His nightmares are chains of vague images, full of water and death, in them he always sees Katsuki locked in a cage, sinking into the sea.

When he wakes up the feeling of abandonment is intense, almost suffocating, but he controls it as best as he can because he does not like to see the grief face of the alpha that accompanies him. Every day he promises not to surrender and every day he tries to fulfill it.

They follow the sun to locate the river they are supposed to follow, They find it on the fifth day of traveling and they follow it upstream, they try not to get too far away from it but they stay under the protection that the trees provide. As the land advances, it loses its greenness, the soft grass gives way to more solid and rugged terrain, and the leafy trees begin to distance themselves from each other. They have no difficulty in reaching the waterfallits height is about ten meters long and the rock wall extends to the sides as far as the eye can see.

The roar of falling water echoes in the rocks and the delicate white foam that forms at the base prevents you from seeing the bottom of the pond. There they do not find signs from their peoplethere is no sign that anybody has visited the place recently. The only thing left to do is to leave a message and wait.

They gather a lot of flat rocks that they place at the base of the highest pine. The rocks themselves do not say anything, but they will attract the attention of those who know what they have to look for. When they finish they move away, following the wall until they find a hollow space to spend the night. They light a fire at dusk, trusting that the smoke will go unnoticed while the sky is dyed in grey and white. At night they take turns to watch over while they enjoy their first warm dinner after many days.

In the distance the roar of the waterfall is echoed, but in addition to the unmistakable sound of insects there does not seem to be a single soul in miles around. As soon as the sun goes down they retrace their steps, but the signal remains the same and there are no recent tracks. The process is repeated for two full days, they make several trips to the waterfall and every time there are no changes, until the afternoon of the third day when they find that the rocks have been moved to their original position. As soon as he sees them, Shouto wields his knife and Izuku turns to watch the rear.

“Lunaria flowers don’t grow in this region.”

The voice does not scream but manages to overcome the roar of the water. Its tone is firm and serene, it has the hardness of steel and its edge. As soon as Izuku hears it he starts looking around for its origin, yet Shouto positions himself in front of him while answering:

“I have seen them grow in the village of the first men.”

“There is nothing left of them but the dust that covers the desert.”

“And nevertheless their children still live.”

It was a password, Izuku knows it and relaxes, but all calmness disappears when he sees the man emerge from the waterfall. He call him a man because he has legs, arms and a head, but his physiognomy is not something he has seen before. The man has a mahogany-colored skin, although instead of skin, it resembles the bark of young trees. His hands, that are holding a bow that is pointed in his direction, have unusually long fingers like thin branches. His head is hairless and a mask covers the rest of his face. In general, it seems like to be a trunk that speaks and moves.

“Who are you?” Shouto asks without relaxing his position despite the fact that the other has lowered his bow.

“Your people call me Kamui.”

As soon as he hears it, Shouto lowers his knife. “You’re

“Let’s leave the questions for later. I don’t like to stay too long in the open. The General’s spies are many and they are in the most unexpected places.”

“Where are the others?”

Kamui turns around, “We’ll not talk about that here.”

After exchanging a glance, Shouto follows him with Izuku behind. The man returns on his steps and goes back to lose himself behind the curtain of water. Izuku advances behind the alpha, observes that the edge next to the wall is shallow and that the water only reaches his calves. As he goes along, he feels the roar of the water echo inside him, silencing any other thought. The small drops that jump from the pond soak his pants and make him tremble. Izuku stops just before crossing, stretches his hand and immediately withdraws it when he feels the force of the water hitting against it.

He takes a breath and pushes himself in, his intention is to jump through the curtain, but he immediately realizes that it is not so easy. The force of the water cuts the impulse of the jump and suddenly he is surrounded by water that lashes against his body with an immense force. In a matter of seconds his whole body ends up soaked and Izuku tries to advance blindly.

An Iron hand holds his outstretched arm and the boy notices the pull of his body. He stumbles forward with his eyes closed until he collides with a solid body. He opens his eyes and has Kamui in front of him, who beckons him to move. The area behind the waterfall is a small cave, no more than a meter wide. Kamui stops next to one of the walls where he signals them to enter the small tunnel on the ground.

Izuku looks at Shouto, who nods silently at the unspoken question. The boy takes a breath, kneels in front of the entrance and arranges his travel bag so that it does not get in the way while crawling in all fours. The tunnel is wide enough so that he can move forward without his back touching the roof nor his shoulders getting stuck, but no doubt anyone with a heavier build would have trouble crossing.

Izuku moves forward without stopping, he feels claustrophobic at the thought that the tunnel is endless, but he stifles the sensation by repeating himself incessantly. Don’t be a wimp. The scent of damp earth floods his nostrils, he notices the cold breaking into his bones and the darkness is absolute. As the cold progresses, it becomes more pronounced and the sound of the waterfall is lost in the distance.

At the end of the tunnel it connects with a cave, inside they find a relatively wide space, a nest of blankets that makes up the bed and several shelves displaying books, weapons and household items. There are two other holes on the left, without doubt, the exit of other tunnels, but there is also an entrance in the front, without a door, that leads to a dark tunnel that appears endless. The light enters through a small opening in the ceiling and when Izuku stands under it he distinguishes a rocky surface and a pile of leaves that allow enough light to pass so that a lamp is not needed.

Behind Izuku, Shouto arrives and a little while later Kamui appears with his feet in the front, evidently, because he had to cover the tunnel behind them. Up close he could see that the skin is a bright mahogany color, with little streaks like on the bark of a tree. Izuku remembers Tsuyu’s tongue and Tokoyami’s head.

“You’re Kamui, Shinsou’s contact?” Shouto asks as soon as the three of them are facing each other. Izuku trembles without being able to avoid it so the man takes a small blanket from one of the shelves and extendeds it without saying a word.

“Thanks,” Izuku mutters, noticing the fingers stiff from the cold.

“Well,” Shouto grows impatient, snatching the blanket Kamui offered him.

“I remember Seishirou,” replies Kamui while moving with familiarity through the cave. He places his bow back on the wall and supports the quiver of arrows just below. “He found me bleeding in the woods, took pity of me, healed me, and stayed with me until he had to leave.”

“Where was he?”

“Where everyone goes.”

“Who are everyone?”

“The ones who are like him.”

Izuku pulls away when the air around Shouto gets loaded with impatience and frustration. Kamui cannot smell it, but he certainly notices the boy’s tense expression because he sighs with dismay and signals them to sit down. Izuku obeys, he finishes drying and cleaning himself thoroughly before settling on the floor next to him, but Shouto remains standing, inflexible and wrathful.

“For the creator himself,” sighs Kamui, “You both are too young to be here.”

“We want answers,” growls Shouto, stretching himself to his full height.

“As all of those who have come before, but I also have some questions: Where is Aizawa? In the letter that previous group brought he said that he would come to see me three moons after the previous group.”

“How do you know it’s not me?”

Kamui rubs his face with satiety, “Seishirou described him to meblack hair and azalea flowers on his face. None of you meet the descriptions.”

“My teacher had to return, certain circumstances prevented him from being here. I come in his name.”

“Well, I’ll tell you the same thing I would have said to him: I will not help any more spies.”


“When Seishirou saved me I promised him that I would accept the messages that came from the man named Aizawa, I promised him that I would offer him all the help that was within my reach, but obviously, how many of those who have come have actually gotten back?”

“That’s not the point.”

“That’s precisely the point. In all the years that I’ve been doing this, the story is always the same. One of you arrives, I show you the maps, the trade routes, the roads that lead to the fortress, and then what. They send their messages, they send their reports and then they suddenly disappear. Captured most likely, dead eventually. And now, a few months ago they sent me another group. Younger than any of the above, with the intention to infiltrate the prison. It’s possible that in doing so I have revealed my position as well as endangering people I care about.”

“How did you manage to get them in?”

“I have a friend, a captain who runs one of the prisons… who ran one of the prisons.” He laughs, the gesture is anything, but funny. “Aizawa had sent me a message asking if infiltration was possible. I investigated it and my friend told me that I could falsify the transfer notes. It is not common, but it has been done before, and so.” Kamui shrugs, indifferent.

“What happened with the captain?”

“They moved him to the citadel.”


“Don’t you see? The General most likely knows that he helped me. If so, your friends are under surveillance and it will be impossible to recover them.”

“You said

“I know what I said, but you’re not understanding what I’m saying now. The General knows there are traitors. He hunts us as if we were the vermin.”

“But he did not kill the captain.”

“He will not want to attract attention, he will be waiting for us to return.”

“There must be a way to get them out of there.”

Kamui shakes his head irritably. The air around the alpha clouds, it’s aroma is dense, suffocating. Izuku stirs in his place fighting against the desire to move away and hide, but unlike him, Kamui responds with an expression of iron determination. Unable to withstand the environment, Izuku intervenes:

“Why were you bleeding?” The question causes both to turn towards him. The surprise in Shouto lightens the threat and Izuku takes advantage of that brief moment to continue. “You said Shin that Seishirou found you wounded in the forest.”

“That’s how it went.”

“Who hurt you?”

“Kurogiri, the General’s right hand.”


“Because I wanted to leave.”


“Because the war took my family away from me.”

“What war?”

“Ours,” Kamui shakes his head, frustrated. “It’s impossible to explain, you wouldn't understand it.”

“I won’t if you don’t explain it to me.”

For the first time Kamui does not look at him as if he were a child.

“Well… do you want a history lesson as well? Because here it goes:”

“About thirty years ago, when I was not born yet, a rumor arose that a stranger had come to the mountains. The story would have gone unnoticed if it were not because he came riding a nomu. It was a feat that ran on everyone’s lips. The nomus are terrible beasts that live in the desert and sometimes attack the border in search of easy preys. The tribes of the mountains received him and his son. The stories that are told is that he lived with them, came to govern them and eventually united them all under his power. This stanger extended his control throughout the length and breadth of the continent. He united all the small states in Hosu. Those who did not want to join him were massacred, their lands were ceded to support groups, and eventually he managed to erect fortresses, cities and piers. I was fifteen when I got myself enlisted, and at that time everyone knew him as the General, he had decreed that it was a requirement to serve in the army for five years, the only advantage was that at the end of your service you could aspire to something else. It was a year before I finished mine when Akaguro started his rebellion. On that day, he renounced his name and called himself Stain, that was almost ten years ago.”

“It was about that time that the kidnappings began,” mumbled Shouto as he calmly took a seat in front of Kamui.

“The kidnappings were precisely the spark that separated the two factions. The constant wars and struggles for power had left an immense number of wounded. There were not enough hands to start rebuilding. The general used raids to get slaves to work on his cause. Their intention was to use them to build more ships, to expand and fortify their citadel, to extract metals from the mines, to cultivate the fields; but Stain and his group considered your people unlucky. He was raised up in a traditionalist environment and considered those tattoos as cursed symbols. It was impossible for them to accept that a woman could impregnate another or that men were capable of procreating. Many fought at his side, but the General beat them all. He snatched their titles and properties, and continued with his work.”

“It was then that you decided to resign?” Izuku asks, looking at him with pity.

“I did not share Akaguro’s point of view, but my village was his, so when they burned the town as punishment for the uprising, my family paid the price. I left then because I found it impossible to continue obeying him. Of course, one does not leave because they just want to.”

“They tried to stop you?”

“They tried to kill me, they thought they accomplished it, and they would had managed it if only Seishirou hadn’t found me. As far as I know, he was the first to come to investigate what was happening.”

“He was,” Shouto answered meditatively. “I was very young then and I didn’t know what happened until later. Seishirou’s wife was my teacher’s twin sister, so they both knew each other since they were young. Both served the court, and their son was destined to be part of the prince’s guard. When Seishirou failed to convince the king that the threat was real, he decided to investigate on his own.”

“He never came back?” Izuku asked.

“No… the last message he sent said the General’s citadel was in the mountains. His intention was to get information about the fate of the slaves.”

“I told him it was dangerous to enter the General’s territory. There are eyes that watch and tramps everywhere. All those who go there disappear.”

“Why would he want to go there? Why not concentrate just on the prison?”

“The prison began to be used about six years ago, before that all the slaves went to the citadel, from there they sent them to work, but they always came back. Even now, from time to time they make transfers, sometimes they take two, sometimes more. The number is never constant but all slaves end there.”


Kamui shrugs. “I’m not sure… they say the General uses them to dig tunnels and expand buildings. Maybe makes them work on the fields or in the mines that are still open.”

“Why did none of our people reported about the drug they use against us?” Shouto asked.

“I didn’t hear about it until a couple of years ago, and for all I know it’s a tranquilizer. It makes them docile or something like that.”

“How does it work?”

“The only ones who can answer that are the colonels. The leaders of the eight noble houses that serve the General.”

“Your friend, the captain, didn't know what it was?”

“No, they only received it and administered it. Since it has no effect on us, it is impossible to know what it does.”

“I need to send a message to my colleagues. They must know that we have come to recover them.”

“I told you I cannot help you with that. What I can do for you is send a message for your people to come pick you up and guide you back to the coast so you leave.”

Shouto tenses, he seems ready to continue arguing, but before he says anything Izuku intervenes.

“I’m sorry about what happened to your family, I’m sorry that helping us puts you at a risk, but we need you. We can do this with or without your help, but without it they will most likely capture us.”

“Even so it is most likely that they’d capture us all.”

“You told us there were more people like you: Traitors. Renegades.”

"And there are, but many follow Stain’s beliefs. None of them will help you, not if it means freeing your people.”

“But there are others who don’t follow Stain and who oppose the General, right?”

“There are, but they are young, they lost their families in the war and they grew up to become prison guards. Many do not approve what happens there, they are good guys and precisely because of that I don’t want to risk the lives of any of them.”

“We don’t want to risk anyone’s life either, but we need to find out more about the drug they use against us. Maybe you cannot tell what it is, but the prisoners can.”

Kamui sighs and shakes his head, but Izuku does not give up.

“If we can neutralize the paralytic, as you call it, we will have an opportunity to free the prisoners. Many of them are children, just as young as those you are trying to protect.”

“If the General finds out…”

“Renouncing is to offer the victory.”

“Very well,” he says in the end with resignation. “I don’t promise anything, but I can send them a message. Only one. So try to summarize the situation as much as possible.”

“How are they going to answer us?”

“First, I have to talk to someone. If I convince him, he will take care of the rest.”

“Alright, do you have paper?”






Kamui leaves that same night, just as the moon rises in the sky. Shouto tries to convince him to let him accompany him, but the ther refuses in a strict manner, so he has no choice but to wait.

The cavern seems unusually huge at night. The silver light that filters through the ceiling provides enough clarity to identify the contours of the furniture. Izuku finishes drying his hair and his face, wraps himself in another dry blanket while nibbling on rice crackers. Shouto cannot eat, he does not have the stomach to digest anything. He does not stop thinking about his friends and all the mistakes he has made up to that moment.

“If you don’t stop walking around you will dig a hole in the ground.”

Izuku’s voice is a faint murmur that paralyzes him in his place. His mind stops wandering and becomes fully aware of his surroundings. The first thing he notices is the aroma. It smells like mint, fresh and delicious like a delicate spring breeze. The aroma is surprising and at the same time disconcerting because he is sure that nothing in the cave smells like that. He inspired deeply looking for the origin of suche essence. To his surprise, the origin of such a delicate and exquisite aroma is the omega wrapped in dry blankets that chews a biscuit in the semidarkness.

“What’s wrong? Asks the silhouette with his face covered in shadows.

Shouto cannot resist, “You used to smell like flowers.”


“Yeah - jasmines, aloe, lavender.”

“Ah,” the silhouette moves.

The omega leans forward to bring one of the packages from its wt bag that has been drying in a corner of the cave. The boy straightens himself up with a small wooden box between his hands. As soon as he opens it the cave is flooded with the scent of aloe, chamomile and jasmine.

“I use them in my poultices,” the omega explains, sinking a pair of fingers in the light green paste. “They are completely natural and can last up to months.”

Izuku stretches his fingers to show the mixture and unconsciously Shouto wrinkles his nose.

“Many don’t like the aroma of the fomentation,” Izuku explains, without doubt misinterpreting the gesture of the alpha, and returns the excess of the mixture to the box and the rest is dispersed by rubbing it in his hands. “But they improve the healing process and avoid infections.”

Shouto is not bothered by the aroma, it smells like plants and until a moment ago he believed that it was the natural scent of the omega. The real reason for his wrinkled face is that the aroma of mint has been completely covered and even after he gets closer the only thing he distinguishes is aloe and chamomile. No matter how hard he tries, the aroma of mint had faded away without trace.

Unconsciously, he extends his hand when Izuku offers him a cracker. The silence stretches between them like a physical barrier as they dine on their meager dinner.

“In my home we don’t have healer omegas,” the statement is surprising, even for Shouto himself.

Luckily, the omega does not seem to be offended by the subject.

“They don’t exist on the islands either, but someone has to be the first.”

“At home the omegas are not allowed to work. Their job is to raise the children.”

“On the islands the omegas take care of the children, but some also weave, embroider, make pottery. I know an omega that won the first place in our archery tournament… Don’t you think that omegas also have their own dreams?”

“I had never thought about it before, my father has a very clear philosophy about what an omega can or cannot do.”

“Then maybe you can make him change his mind.”

Shouto laughs, the idea is inconceivable, first because his father does not allow anyone to discuss his ideas and secondly because he would not know where to start. In an attempt to erase his father from his mind, Shouto points to the sketchbook that dries up next to the rest of the things.

“Did they knew about your desire to be a healer?”

Shouto notices the way the omega tensed, combined with the intense scent of uncertainty, makes his realize his question is not welcomed, but there is not time to retract. The silhouette of the omega moves uncomfortably while pressing the blanket over his shoulders. Shouto cannot even make out his eyes in the dark.

“Are we going to take turns for tonight?” Izuku asks in a flat voice, controlling each intonation, but there is no way he can hide the dense aroma of nostalgia that emanated from him.

“I’ll do first watch,” Shouto mutters as he finished eating his biscuit. “Use the bed, I’ll wake you up when it’s your turn.”

The omega obeys him silently. He settles into the pile of blankets that smell like dirt and stays still. Despite the silence, Shouto knows with certainty that the boy is awake but he says nothing, respecting his moment of mourning.






Izuku wakes up bent over in himself and with his skin soaked in cold sweat. He tries to push away the image of Katsuki drowning in a black sea. He does not allow himself to see Kacchan under the sea, lost in the immensity of the abyss. He cannot even remember what it was like before he lost him.

“Are you okay?” Shouto’s voice sounds sleepy, but there is no doubt that his discomfort has awakened him.

“I’m fine, has Kamui returned?”


Izuku straighten  up. In the opening of the rook a clear grey sky is distinguished.

“It’s dawn… I thought you’d wake me up.”

“In the end I didn’t think it was necessary,” answers the alpha, straightening in his place next to the wall, “and we needed to rest.”

“We could have taken turns for the bed.”

“I would have ended up not being able to sleep in it… let it be.”

Izuku does not have the strength to argue, he cannot get the dream out of his head. They eat their reserves and drink water that is stored in a pitcher next to one of the tables. As Kamui still does not appear, Shouto is dedicated to cleaning and taking care of his knives. The scent of pine that emanates from his is fresh and natural and gives away his calmness. He cannot help but remember the aroma of wood, Kacchan, his name is all over his mind and he inevitably feels how the nostalgia invades him. To fight against it, he tries to concentrate on something else.

“What happened to Seshirou’s family?” He asks in a low voice while still thinking about Katsuki.

“His wife got sick and died, his son Hitoshi was left in charge of my teacher. He raised him until he was kidnapped a couple of years ago while visiting relatives near the coast. We have not heard from him again.”

Izuku does not ask more questions fearing that the subject may be too delicate for the alpha.

“Hitoshi…” There is a pause in which Shouto takes a breath. “Histoshi was my friend. He was going to be part of my guard. After him there were only five left,and now four of them are here and the only of left is Tenya, who right now must be climbing the mountains in search of a tribe that does not care about my father.”

“He’ll be fine.”

“Do you believe it?”

Izuku does not have an honest answer, so he takes care of the jars that survived the trip. Each time he opens one, a different aroma floods the cave: Chamomile, lavender, jasmine and others accumulate to create a combination that completely hides the scent of pine.






Kamui returns that same afternoon bringing fresh food and news:

“The good news,” he says while the three sit down to eat, “Is that I was able to convince Cementoss to help me.”


“It’s a nickname, I think it’s too dangerous that you know his name.”

“Alright.. Will he hand over the letters?”

“He knows several of the guys who work in the prison. I have given the description of all your friends so they’d try to locate them. He will also make sure to pick up the answer when it’s

“The only thing left is to wait?”

“Tomorrow early in the morning we will travel inland. I have a hiding place near on of the prisons. I’ve asked for the answer to be delivered there.”

Shouto looks at Izuku, who nods to confirm he is ready.

They get going a lot before the sun comes up. This time, they use the biggest tunnel and although it is completely dark, Kamui advances without stopping. Shouto follows behind him with his senses on alert and on guard. Izuku closes the march guiding himself with the aroma of pine and moss. They don’t carry any form of light, so it is impossible to determine the path they follow.

As they advance, the floor of the tunnel is tilted and slowly the slope is more pronounced. The last hundred meters are like climbing a small hill and when they get out they recieve the sun, high and bright, in the blue sky. The exit is a hole in the ground between a tight row of trees, away from visible path and covered with bushy branches. As soon as the three of them are out, Kamui moves, gliding through the forest with agility acquired after years of practice.

They walk with fast steps, following the tireless rhythm of the man who stops every so often to check the sky and its surroundings. It does not take long until Izuku finally sees it. The fortress rises right next to the cliff. Izuku takes a moment to inhale, he breathes in the fresh breeze full of familiar aromas, and takes the opportunity to study the immense grey mass that can be seen in the distance.

From his position, in the upper part of the valley, he can see the entire horizon as an endless green sea. In the lower level the prison has its rear covered with ravine at least twenty meters high. On the left side a flattened path is lost in the distance, entering the woods. On the other two fronts there are fields and pasture. Izuku is not familiar with war techniques, but even he can realize how difficult it will be to approach without being seen.

They follow Kamui for another time until he stops in front of an immense tree and he signals them to wait for him while he climbs with his bow on his back. His ascent is fast and agile, a sign that it is not the first time he does it. A few minutes later he drops a rope with several knots in it. Izuku is the first to climb, he supports the feet in the knots and he propels himself using the strength of his arms. When it reaches the top the muscles of his forearm cannot stop shaking and his shoulders are tense, but at least he has managed to get up there.

Kamui beckons him to move through one of the thicker branches to an improvised surface. Izuku is surprised by what he sees: From the group the leaves pile up in such a way that they impede the entrance of sunlight, but being above the space is free of branches and forms a kind of invisible nest.

Several trunks tied with rope give shape to a firm floor and between the branches of the trees there are holes that had been digged out to serve as storage spaces. Izuku finds ropes, knives and arrows. He also sees the unmistakable niche of blankets that serve as beds. He is examining the work in the cavities of the branches when Shouto arrives with Kamui behind.

The space is too narrow for the three of us to sleep here. I will sleep in one of the neighbouring trees, and I’ll leave you the rope in case you need to go down to the bathroom, yet I’d prefer for you to stay up here until I return.

“Where are you going?”

“To hunt, we’ll need provisions while we’re here. I’ll be back before dark, do you need anything else?”

“Water.” Izuku replies.

“I have a reservation in a barrel hanging there,” He points to the place and shows them where he keeps the rest of his stuff. “We will not light a fire while we’re here, we’ll cook our dinner on the ground, away, and wait until they bring news.”

“How long are we going to wait?” Asks the alpha without holding back.

“If Cementoss is lucky, he will deliver your letter by tomorrow or before the moon changes. Then we will have to wait until they answer, if they can. At least a week, everything depends on your friends.”

Kamui leaves without adding anything else.






Living on top of trees is exciting and exhausting. Izuku does not get used o the routine of going up and down at least three times a day to go to the bathroom, and after a few days his shoulders are so numb that he cannot even raise his arms above his chest. To relieve the tension he massages them with chamomile and arnica paste, made for that sole purpose. It is not long before the tree’s nest smells completely like liniment.

One day in particular he decides to heat water to use hot compresses against the aching muscles of his back, and because he needs fire he convinces Kamui to take him to a clearing where he can light a small bonfire. He takes advantage of this brief moment of privacy to touch up his tattoo and, once it was dry, he covered it with clean bandages. He was so completely immersed in his work that he did not notice the pair of crows that were staring at him from one of the highest branches of the forest, but as soon as he realizes he stays still, surprised to see them there. What catches his attention is the fur -or a brilliant black color -, the size -for they were bigger than any other raven he has ever seen before -, but mainly it was the fact that they were both looking at him, their attention almost human.

As soon as Izuku straightens up to study them more thoroughly, one of them takes flight, losing itself among the trees, immediately afterwards the other falls to the ground, pierced by an arrow with a red plume. Izuku turns to find Kamui with a tense boy while studying with frantic abandon each branch and each tree.

“Was there more of them?” His question is violent and full of agitation.


“Was there more of them?” He lowers his bow and clings tightly to the boy’s arm. “Was there another raven?!”

“Ah! It hurts!”

“Answer me!”

“Yes! There was another one, it flew away before you arrived.”

Kamui curses and presses his fist against his forehead.

“What’s wrong?” Izuku asks without understanding.

“Gather your things, we have to go.”

Although he is unable to understand his turmoil, Izuku obeys. He dresses hastily and jogs behind the other until he returns to the nest of the tree.

“What’s wrong?” Shouto asks as soon as he sees them arrive.

“We have to go,” Kamui murmurs, stuffing food and weapons into a folded bag.

“What?! Why?” Shouto looks at Izuku but he shakes his head unable to offer an answer to any of his questions.

“One of Kurogiri’s spies saw us.” Kamui replies without abandoning his work, “As soon as it informs their master, they’ll send soldiers to look for us.”

“We cannot leave now, we have to wait for the answer!”

“If we stay here they will come for us!”

“We still have time.”

Before Kamui says anything, a thunderous voice makes an appearance.

“Eh, old tree, I have your answer.”

The three look at each other without saying a word and Shouto makes the first move, he directly  prepares the rope and descends without waiting for Kamui, who comes down just after him. Izuku goes down at the end and by the time he reaches the ground he finds that both are still arguing in front of who he supposes is Cementoss.

The man is immense, with immense arms of grey color, thick and short legs, and a square head. Unlike Kamui, which has a skin similar to the bark of a tree, it seems to be a living rock. His complexion looks hard and firm and the way he moves, no doubt his body is completely solid. Izuku cannot imagine what it would feel like to be hit by a fist of that magnitude.

“Hello,” Izuku mutters, completely fascinated.

The man nicknamed Cementoss turns to him and gives him a kind expression. A gesture that clashes with his strong and sharp appearance.

“Does your king now send kids to do his work?” The big man asks  in his baritone voice.

Izuku smiles at him, “Someone has to do it.”

He extends his hand and the man hands him a piece of folded paper. As soon as he has it Izuku unfolds it it and is surprised to see a studded list. Barrels of oil, sacks of flour, baskets with vegetables. The sheet is covered with ink stains and endless rows of unknown pieces. Out of curiosity he turns around and finds another list on the back, although in the end, in the only place available, there are a lot of tiny symbols in blue. The lyrics are clear, although the strokes are not firm as if the author did not have a suitable pen to write them.

Izuku does not understand a single word, so he extends it to Shouto who turns around, confused.

“Why just one answer?” He asks with a tense voice, “I sent four messages, I expected four response letters.”

Cementoss shrugs.

“As far as I know one of them is dead, two have been put on the transfer list. They will be taken to the citadel at the end of this month, perhaps earlier, it will be impossible to approach them since they are under strict surveillance. The only one that continues with the common population is the only one whom your message was delivered to.”

“Dead?” Repeats the alpha with a pale face. “Who?”

“I don’t know names, the letter is the only thing I have for you.”

The alpha clenches his teeth and focuses his attention on the row of tiny symbols. Izuku assumes that he does know the code to decipher the message. As he reads, his face pales and his eyes open in horror.

“This can’t be.”

Izuku can smell the confusion, anxiety and terror emanating for the alpha in black waves.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, trying to control his own anxiety. “What does it say?”

Shouto turns to him, his expression is pure despair.

“They are matching them,” He says in a weak voice, and as soon as he hears him, Izuku’s fear curls up inside him like a flock of bats ready to flee in any direction. “They are forcing them to mate.”

Izuku’s fear is released from his cage and flows from him like a runaway river. All the muscles of his abdomen contract, his knees tremble, his fingers in his hands cool like blocks of ice. His whole body emits a silent cry of repulsion and terror. Such is his horror that for a tiny fraction of a second he is grateful that Katsuki is not there to suffer that fate.

Immediately afterwards he repents, but as he imagines Kacchan in one of those prisons his heart shrinks in horror.

There is no way to go back now, and Izuku does not plan to leave his people there.

Chapter Text

There is no way to convince Kamui to stay another day in his nest-shaped shelter.

“Kurogiri will know about you both today,” He explains with his voice full of anxiety as he packs his belongings in a hurry. “He will send hunters after our trail. The longer we stay, the more likely we are going to be found. I have to take you back to the coast.”

“No!” The cry comes out from two different throats, but the emotion is the same and together they endow to a simple word charged in a tone of authority.

Izuku and Shouto speak at the same time: “We can’t leave/We’ll not resign. We have to help/It’s my responsibility.” They vomit words without stopping, both with expressions equally anxious, pale and terrified. It is seeing them full of dread that makes Kamui’s panic to subside.

“Okay, okay! ENOUGH!!” Both stop and watch him, panting. “We can’t stay here, it’s too dangerous… But we will not go to the coast!” He adds when they open their mouths at the same time to keep protesting. “We won’t go to the coast, but we have to get out of here.”

“We cannot give up now.” Shouto repeats and Kamui huffs.

“I heard you… but I need you to understand. We have to go. Now.”


“We’ll talk about what to do when we get as far as possible from this place.”

Kamui finishes packing his bag, takes his bow and slides down the rope until he’s out of sight; they have no choice but to obey him and by the time thy come down they only have time to say goodbye to Cementoss before Kamui pushes them into another direction.

They move as fast as they can, avoiding roads and open fields, following semicircles and turns without meaning. They walk until they return to the waterfall, only this time they are at the top. The moon has lost its round shape but it still provides enough light to illuminate the path. The cold wind shakes the tops of the trees and the water travels with such rapidity that the sound echoes in the night even when the river is indistinguishable in the darkness. With the help of Kamui they managed to climb down the stone wall, they advance fifty meters before being forced to submerge in the river to wash themselves. They leave on the other shore and rub their bodies with pine leaves to hide their aromas. Then, they return on their steps, with their feet submerged into the water to leave no trace and enter the tunnel once again.

Izuku does not stop shaking as he tears of his shirt and wraps himself in the first dry blanket he finds. Shouto comes behind him and imitates him with his fingers, numbed by the cold. To the surprise of both, Kamui does not show signs of discomfort before the small drops of water dance on his skin.

“I’ll erase any traces in the other entrances,” Kamui explains, leaving his things in a corner. “There’s some dry clothes on the shelf there, and more blankets in case you want to dry yourselves. I’ll be back before dawn, then we’ll talk calmly.”

He leaves without paying any attention to Shouto’s yell of protest. The alpha follows him with the blanket over his shoulders and Izuku takes the opportunity to undress and change clothes. He puts his bandages away to dry and wraps his hips with his spare bandages in his bag. Because he does not have a change of clothes he has to take a camisole and a pair of pants from Kamui, which are gigantic since the man is more than a head over him. Once dry, he dedicates to create a nest of blankets in which he sets to rest. He still feels his shoulders cramped and his legs beaten, he’s so tired he cannot stop blinking, but he knows he cannot sleep, because Shouto’s words do not stop repeating incessantly inside his head: They force them to mate.

He feels disgusted at the idea… disgusted and scared, because that could have been his destiny.

It will still be if they catch them and discover that he is an omega. Izuku sighs and rubs his stomach that does not stop stirring at the thought. For the first time, he is grateful that his ship sunk.






Shouto loses Kamui in the tunnels. He curses loudly and after a moment of indecision he traces his steps. He finds Izuku in the middle of a pile of clean blankets. It is just seeing his tired face that makes his feel guilty for his anguished expression. He thinks about the letter and for the first time he regrets taking him with him.

“What does the letter say?” The boy’s voice is tenuous, just a tiny sound that reveals his physical and emotional exhaustion. Shouto sees him scratching his leg where the paint of his fake flower has begun to come and he notices the knot at the base of his stomach.

To calm himself down he turns around and changes his clothes without looking at Izuku. When he finishes he removes the letter he had stored in the holster of his knife with the intention of keeping it safe from the moisture. He takes a breath and reads it out loud, and while doing so, he cannot help but remember the redhead’s voice, with his passionate and powerful tone.

Ejirou’s answer is just like him, effervescent and full of ideas. The small symbols are squeezed together in an attempt to use as little space as possible. His natural vibe pulsated in every written word and it was obvious that he had strived to be as concise as possible.

“I’m Eijirou, and I don’t know anything about the others. They lock us in individual cages under the ground. The alpha in the cell next to mine has been here longer than the rest, and it is him who provided me with information. He didn’t want to tell me his name, and it is kind of a custom here. I’ll call him Red because of the color of the flower in his chest. With his help, and one of the omegas from here, I was able to write this letter to you. I don’t know if the rest will be as lucky as myself, so I’ll try to answer all the questions in your note. The food is passable but lean. We work in the mines almost all day long. They control us using an incense that releases artificial pheromones and it imitates the scent of a pregnant omega. The incense calms us, induces us into a state of absolute obedience; I have no memories of what I do in that state and no control over my body. We work without protest and it is impossible to resist it. Red says that many don’t survive the first administration, that it provokes attacks that lead to death He knows there is no way to counteract the increase, although he uses mint leaves to attenuate the aroma. They work for a short time, but in the end his conscience fades. The rest had tried to imitate him, and even I had tried it once, but it didn’t work. I don’t know why. The omega sleep in another room underground. They are forbidden to talk to us, unless they are taken with us to the dark room. It is there were they force is to mate. They had tried with me. They force the omega to take care of us and then they force us to be intimate. If the pairing is successful, the couples are taken away. Nobody seems to know where. Escape is also impossible. Red has tried, without success. He knows every guard, all the routines, the passages that we travel every day and he knows the path that takes us to the surface, but the exit is a fenced field with continuous vigilance.

I know that in your letter you confirm that you will make sure to get me out of here, even if it’s just me, but I ask you not to do it. Don’t ask me to abandon them. I can’t turn my back to them. If the king does not plan to release the prisons, then we need help so that everyone escapes safely.”

Shouto finishes reading the letter; he keeps silent while thinking about the dead word. Hanta? Rikidou? Tetsutestu? Who of them succumbed to the incense?

“That’s why the kidnap the young ones.”

The declaration tears him out of his tormented thoughts. He turns to the omega who sports a frown and furrows his lips, muttering to himself.

“If they were adults it would have been possible for them to be already paired, and it is easier to force them to join than to go hunt an adult with their partner, but what is the end… Well, an alpha will not go anywhere without their omega. They can’t run away without them. The omegas would not be able to leave them behind either, so maybe it’s a form of control over them, a more permanent solution and less problematic that with the incense… The incense… It smells like an omega, but even if it were a real omega it shouldn’t be able to subdue them in that way. It’s artificial, but how were they able to create it? What is the foundation? What scope it has, what’s its duration, what are the long-term consequences…”


Izuku is startled at the question and raises his eyes to look at him. His expression is empty and Shouto understands that he is not actually talking with him, they bow was simply muttering to himself, too absorbed in his own thoughts to realize that he was speaking out loud. He repeats the question, hoping to get an answer out of him.

The omega blinks and answers him.

“It’s possible that there might me long-term consequences. There are plants that cause addiction and when they stop taking them in they could cause depression, fatigue, anxiety, irritability and sometimes death. I don’t know what ingredients were used, but if it’s homemade is most likely that it would had eventually created an abstinence if the supply is cut off abruptly.”

“And why can’t some stand it?”

“For the same reason that some can identify the heat of an omega before it occurs. They have an instinct capable of capturing subtle variations in scents, such as some beta healers that train themselves to recognize diseases based on the aroma the patient emits.” He keeps silent for a moment before pinching his lip with force, “Aromas,” He repeats the word, “That would also explain why it is such an effective weapon.” He keeps silent once again while he keeps pinching his lip. Shouto does not speak and gives him space to order his train of thoughts. “Yeah, it makes sense. Incense imitates an aroma that any alpha associates with safety and well-being, any youngster would find it irresistible, not to mention that adolescents are more susceptible to being overwhelmed by the pheromones of an omega.”

“Does it mean that it won’t work with an adult?”

“And adult has more control over their impulses, but it is impossible to remain impassive in such a situation. In a battle, it could prove fatal.”

“And what is the advantage that Red has with the rest, why does mint work with him? Is it the mint or is he actually more tolerant to the incense?”

It could be tolerance, or maybe the mint is the scent of one of his parents, a familiar aroma; it keeps him awake, although it does not seem that the effect lasts much… If we manage to enhance that aroma, maybe the time that he gets to resist its effect would increase. That could give him the opportunity to fight… The ideal would be to find a fragrance that works with everyone, but we have neither the time nor the means.” He emits a thoughtful mmmm and while leaving his lip in peace, he begins to bite his thumb in anxiety. “We can suggest for them to search any type of substitute for themselves. Yeah… we could send them some vials with specific essences. Flowers, plants, fruits… we could suggest for them to look among those aromas that they find familiar.”

“Will it be enough?”

“If it works with mint it has to work with some other plant, you just have to look for the right one. They also have to think of a way to counteract it for everyone, that way it could be used in battle.”

Shouto nods, “Do you have lotions we could send?”

“Some, but they will all last as much as a month before they begin to rot and expire. The best would be to use fresh essences, and I would like to prepare a version of pure mint. I know several maceration techniques, I can have some ready in two days, three at most.”

“Well… when Kamui comes back we’ll discuss it with him. For now, get ready to sleep. You need to rest.”

Izuku stops biting his finger and looks at him as if he were crazy. “I don’t think

“It’s an order. We have to rest. Tomorrow will be a difficult day.”

Shouto gets armed with patience in case he faces protests, but he remains still and in the end menages to make him give in. He listens to him stir among his blankets, listens to him murmur lowly, and he realizes he paid too much attention to him when he notices the exact moment his breathing rhythm changes and the scent of uncertainty and fear disperse, leaving only the mint fresh in the air. Instead of enjoying it, Shouto does not stop tormenting himself, trying to guess who among his friends has departed from this world.






Nightmares chase Izuku throughout the night. He dreams of Katsuki drowning in the abyss and immediately afterwards he imagines him in a dark cell, dying of hunger. He wakes up with his heart beating wildly, nausea rising up his throat, threatening to expel all the food from the last few days.

Don’t be a wimp.

He takes a breath and with his eyes closed he cites to himself the same litany he always repeats every time he needs to control himself.

“To help with scarring, pain and to reduce the inflammation, we can use lavender, flaxseed, chamomile, arnica, calendula, echinacea and green tea. Boiled or in the form of oil they are applied to the wounds…”

He tries to remember the aroma of each of those plants. He describes the shape of their leaves and the places where they tend to grow. By the end of it the rhythm of his heart had returned to normal and his anguish was under control. When he gets up he finds Shouto asleep with his arms crossed and his head on his chest, so as to not wake him up he moves carefully, he collects his dry clothes and moves away towards the dark tunnel to change.

When he returns he sits down to touch up the fake flower on his leg. He tries very carefully to erase the rivers of ink that distort his drawing and then he wraps the image in a tight bandage, leaving visible a few stems on the top. He was finishing his work when Kamui returns from the largest tunnel.

“Good morning,” Izuku greets him as Shouto wakes up when he hears him. “Did you have any problems?”

“No,” Replies the man dropping to the ground with the expression of someone who is exhausted as much as possible. “I’ve cleaned up all the traces in all the tunnels, blocked the visible entrances and sent a message to Snipe to inform him of the situation.”

“Who’s Snipe?”

“A hermit that breeds and trains messenger birds. He lives in the mountains and he’s the one who receives the messages from Aizawa. How else could they have found me if I spend my life hiding from hunters who are sent for me? I asked Snipe to send a rescue message for you. It will take time to arrive, but I’m confident that I will be able to take you to the border before it’s too late. You’ll have to wait for their ship on the desert coast.”

“We’re not going to leave,” Shouto replies firmly while Izuku is silent.

“I don’t understand how you want me to explain it to you, staying here is a bad idea. Right now you may not be at risk, but in a couple of days this area will be full of hunters and spies. Even I will have to leave. I plan to climb and hide in the mountains. I’ve done it before and I’ve never had problems. In a few months. When things have calmed down, I’ll be back.”

“No, you dare the one who doesn’t understand. The original plan was to free the prisoners and wait for our people. If there was no delay, they will arrive at any time.”

“Who will arrive?”

“Yuuei’s army. Todoroki-ou has decided to send his navy against Hosu. Two ships of the fleet left earlier because there was an alert of the slavers near the coast, one of those ships was the one that brought us. The rest had been planned to set to sail later. It is likely that in a couple of days your sails will be drawn on the horizon.”

Kamui looked at him in astonishment. It took him a moment to recover and when he did he got up with anger shining in his eyes.

“Are you telling me that the king of Yuuei has planned to invade us?!”

“It’s not an invasion. He plans to destroy the docks and the fleet of ships. If possible, destroy the fortresses near the coast.”

“And do you think your king will settle for that?! Dammit! That will unleash the war!”

“The war has been taking place for years.”

“No! Our common enemy was supposed to be the General! It was him we had to beat! But now… now they are all enemies! Even those who helped! The people who risked their lives for you!”

“No, and I can give you my word. I’ll not let what you have done be forgotten. I won’t let your efforts or that of any of your friends be underestimated.”

“You won’t let it?! What can you do?!”

“I can convince my father to offer immunity to anyone who fights for our cause.”

“....your father?”

“My name is Shouto Todoroki, and I am the third son of the king. If you help us I will make sure to do everything possible to return the favor.”

Kamui stepped back, too surprised with the revelation. “You are the king’s son?”

“I understand that staying here is too dangerous, but we only need a couple of days. Three at most. We have an idea that we want to test.” He side glances at Izuku, who silently agrees. “We would like to talk to the person who delivered the first message, we want him to deliver something else. Then we’ll leave. By then Yuuei’s ships will be here, we’ll go meet the first unit that disembarks and you can put your people on notice.”

The silence stretches across the cave like a fragile veil. Finally, Kamui sighs defeated.

“Very well…”






The same guard Eijirou supposes that he is the same, although he is not completely sure that delivered the first note was the same one that was presented a few days later to take the answer. From then on every time a guard enters, Eijirou straightens up, waiting for a signal.

Each day his impatience grows, but what arrives is not a letter, but a change none of them expects.

It starts like another day, the only difference is that the omegas don’t arrive with the breakfast. The time passes slowly until it is time to go to work, but the guards do not show up to comply with the routine. Eijirou exchanges a look with the blond, but both refrain from commenting.

The guards appear a few hours later, but instead of carrying food or sticking to the transfer routines they light the incense and fan the smoke until it completely covers the dungeon. Eijirou curses in a low voice and tries to fight against him, but it is useless and the next time he wakes up he is not in his cage.






The empty pastries generate murmurs among the omega companions, but Denki is too stresses worrying over the ink and paper to actively participate in the gossip of others. Whenever he comes across a guard he is afraid of being arrested and taken to the dark cells. He does not stop remembering Nubia’s hands.

Denki is forced to focus on the present when the changes begin to happen one after the other without warning of any kind. After the empty pantries and the prolongation of Ochako’s group stay in the cells, the next change is when the guards skip the day off from Yui’s group, none of them enjoying their afternoon in the sun as dictated by custom. Then they jump to Ochako’s group. Two days later they gather everyone in the kitchens to prepare bags with food, fill them with fruits, breads, meats, vegetables and everything left in the pastries. That day, nobody attends the orchards and the clothes remain unwashed. The rugs are also not take out in the sun and nobody goes to feed the alphas.

Everyone exchanges panicked looks when the guards forbid them to eat and separate them into small groups. Denki sees Ochako in the same group as Yui while they are being taken away by the guards, each of them carrying some sacks of food.






Ochako’s legs tremble as she walks behind the guard. She clutches the bundles so tightly between her arms that her knuckles turn white. She tries to control her breathing, but every time she inhales, she feels her body tremble. Her stomach is contracting and her heart is throbbing inside her chest like a drum without rhythm. Her anxiety triggers when her group begins to descend the steps to the dark cells.

Not again, not again. She does not feel capable of recreating the same lie again, not now at least. She needed time. She wanted time to calm down, to make peace with herself.

The guard takes her arm and pushes her towards the cell with the open door. She stumbles and the sacks fall between her hands while the echo of the closing doors reverberates throughout the cell.

“Who’s there?”

Ochako is startled to hear the voice. It is full of rich, energetic nuances, with a silky and firm tone. It is the voice of a suspicious alpha.

“Me,” she replies, unable to maintain her integrity.

“And the light?”

“They didn’t give me any light.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” her voice trembles as she speaks. “My shift ended a few days ago, I’m not supposed to be...“

The word is broken before it finishes. Ochako swallows the rest along with the crying that threatens to explode. Then, they hear the guard on the other side of the door. His voice is powerful and petulant, no doubt addressing all those who are on that floor.

“This is your last chance to join the General. The food you have there is the only one you’ll receive and you’ll also receive a single bucket of water, so don’t waste it. If you mate, you’ll be transferred to the main citadel, there you will have a new life and a new home. If you refuse, you’ll be abandoned and left to die of hunger in this cell. Make your decision and live with it.”






When Katsuki comes back to himself, all the cells in the dungeon are empty, except for his and the cell on paralel to his. The incense smoke has dispersed but its effects still run in his body. He took note of his heavy head and dry throat, so he leaned over to his water bucket and drank until he felt full, then he washed his face and body to eliminate the smoke arome that still lingered on his body. He finishes wetting his hair when the guards come back.

They are three and they wear their black uniforms with their hoods covering their faces. One of them stops between the two cells, watches for a moment the still unconscious alpha then turns around to face him. Katsuki stood up and his posture indicated that he was ready to fight if the door of his cage opens. The guards seems to read his intentions because they sigh and point to the sleeping alpha.

“It’d be better if we moved that one.”

“Won’t we move the other one?” Asks another guard.

“The incense lost its effect on him and I don’t want to bring it back. I want to finish this already because I’m starving, it’s been an endless day. Besides, all the lower cells are full and the captain told us that if they were left over we could put them in separate dungeons. He can stay here, they’ll bring him company, let them be the ones to deal with him. We still have three dungeons left to clean.

Katsuki stays alert while the two guards load the other alpha and the third delays a bit, placing a new torch. As soon as they disappear he tries to force the lock on his cage, but there is not much he can do without tools of any kind.

To calm his hunger he drinks more water and when the bell rings at a time when they usually have him working in the mines, Katsuki does not waste time and starts filling his bucket, then bends to wash his face, moisten his hair and satiate himself, his stomachs hurts before the water stops running. Now, he has no choice but to sit and wait.






Denki is part of the last group. He’s the only boy between seven girls, and it is up to them to fill bucket after bucket with water. It is him who has to offer to work with the hand pump handle that is hard and grinds every time is goes up and down. When one bucket fills up another one replaces it and Denki sees his partners come out carrying buckets with both of their hands, trying not to spill anything.

With the guards next to them, none dares to say anything, but they all look at each other with the same disturbed and terrified expression that comes and goes while carrying water. Although Denki begins to feel cramps in his back, he continues to be driven by fear, until the guard tells him to stop.

Once everyone is together the man beckons them to raise the rest of the sacks. Denki takes three, but gives one to the omega that cries in front of him. Then they line up to follow the guards. On each stair one of the guards descends dragging an omega, the rest continues down the aisle without stopping, accompanied by the soft weeping of their companions. The only time Denki dares to look back he receives a punch that makes him stagger. The omega that goes next to him reaches and holds him so that he does not fall Denki nods in her direction, hugs his two sacks of food and walks with his head throbbing.

One by one his companions disappear until inly he is left. The guard in front holds his arm and drags him down the stairs of one of the dungeons, which he immediately identifies and the dungeon of the redheaded alpha. To his surprise, all the guards which are going down with him stop in front of the only occupied cell

There, waiting with a fierce expression of a dangerous beast, is the only alpha with which Denki would prefer not to have to live with.

“Turn around,” the guard says as he wields a knife in his free hand.

The alpha does not show intentions of wanting to obey. He stands with his legs slightly apart, his arms bent and his back taut. From it emanates a red and terrible scent, his anger flowing in heavy waves of warning. Denki writhes on the guard’s arms trying to escape, that’s the scent of an alpha and he wants to hide under a bed. The guards cannot smell it, but they understand the threat. So they are placed in a semicircle around the entrance while Denki and the guard that holds him stay in front of the door.

“We can do this by hook or by crook,” says the guard raising his knife to point to the alpha. “You can turn around, put your hands against the wall and stay there while we open the door, or you can try a fool move to escape and I’ll cut the throat to this useless guy I have here and among the six we’ll take care of you. Maybe you’re strong, maybe you can think you’ll defeat us, but the truth is that it’s enough five of us to waste your time while the other lights the incense. And I can promise you that when the effect passes my friends and I will charge you for this absurd delay, so....?”

The guard leaves the question floating, but he brings the tip of his knife closer to Denki’s neck and the boy feels the edge pierce his skin. He cannot stop his eyes from flying into the face of the alpha and maybe it is because they know each other, maybe it is because his expression is screaming for help, maybe it is because of his black scent full of fear and uncertainty, maybe he is grateful that he brought him the mint during all those months, but whatever the reason is the alpha growls, turns around and leans his hands on the wall with his head bowed.

The guards does not waste time, opens the gate and pushes Denki inside. The door closes behind him with a thud and at that moment the alpha turns. His anger is so sharp that Denki moves away from the entrance and sticks against the bars on one of the sides, wanting to merge with them.

“They’re wasting their time,” growls the alpha, stretching himself to his full height. “I’m not going to participate in their game.”

“As you wish, but this is the last opportunity to serve the General. The food he’s carrying,” the guard points out and Denki tightens the bags against him, “Is the last one you’ll get. If you mate you’ll be transferred to the main citadel, you will have a new home and will be free. If you insist on you foolishness you’ll die of hunger in this cell. We will be back in a few days to hear your decision.”

The guards leave and Denki’s legs finally fail. He slides until he is sitting on the floor, the guard’s words are repeated in his head and he begins to realize the implications. I’m going to die here, if there were tears left, he would cry, but inside him there is only an emptiness full of despair.






Because Izuku needs fire for his maceration, Kamui allows him to go out to the waterfall area from where he can light a fire without fear of the smoke dispersing throughout the cave. Shouto goes with him to offer protection and Kamui leaves to look for Cementoss’ messenger.

“What do you need?” Shouto asks as he carries the pots and bowls that Kamui packed before leaving.

“I had planned to make twenty vials of perfume, but with the time we have, I’d prefer to do five. Seven as much. Roses, jasmines, chamomile, strawberries, berries and some others. They are very common aromas and it is likely that some will work. I’m also going to prepare the mint mash.

“What do I do?”

“We need ingredients. Kamui gave me the strawberries and some oil that he had in his pantry, but we’ll have to find what it takes.”

They separate, each one with a list of six articles and when they meet again it’s almost night. They rat in silence and in a hurry, surrounded by the ingredients they managed to gather: Chamomile, lavender for the lack of jasmines, mint and strawberries, despite the intense search they could not find roses or berries. Izuku would like to take another day to look for more ingredients, but there is no time to waste. That night, before going to sleep, he puts the flowers and plants to soak in different bowls. Flowers in oil and plants in water, then he stores everything and goes back to sleep in the cave.

Izuku lies down in his nest of makeshift blankets and tries to relax enough to sleep, but his brain keeps turning the incense around.

It serves to control an alpha, and the omega? Does it work with them? ...Tokoyami would have told me about the incense if he had known, but he thought it was like a tranquilizer. Ina a certain way it is, but as described in the letter, not only does it controls them without leaving memories of what happened during that time, but it also forces them to obey without the ability to protest.. If the goal is for them to mate and become couples, why not put them together, use the incense and give the order? ...If the incense worked with the omegas, there would be no opportunity to avoid it, but the letter implies that they have control over their actions, they can rebel like the one who helped with the letter… Well, the incense does not work with an omega, but even so they could force an alpha to force the mating process - they could order them and no omega would have the strength to fight an alpha even in those conditions, so why don’t they do it? Does the incense not work if there is an omega nearby?...

The thought was so shocking that Izuku needed to get up. He took note of his heart beatings inside his chest and his hands could not stop shaking while clutching the blanket.

...let’s suppose it does not work when there is an omega nearby, that would explain why they maintain strict control over them… Let’s see, the incense is homemade, it is a prefabricated aroma that can cause death and that clouds the fighting and survival capacities of an alpha, but it’s artificial… It’s like tasting strawberry syrup, it’s not a strawberry, it will smell the same and maybe taste the same, but it’s not the same… If we manage to do the test, an omega against incense, that could be the path to find a way to counteract its effects… mmmm… But the omegas live in separate areas, and nothing seems to indicate that they are present during the administration of the incense… How else could it get an alpha to have omega pheromones at hand?

Izuku does not sleep trying to answer the question, when he notices that the sky is clearing he stands up with a mind full of ideas and plans. While Shouto lights the fire, Izuku uses one of the bowls to start crushing the strawberries, when the fruit is completely discarded he adds water, a little bit of sugar and puts it in one of the smaller pots to boil. Then, he concentrates on the plants. A handful of mint leaves are put in another bowl where Izuku crushes them until they are almost dust, he waters it and leaves it soaking all night where he stirs them a bit with a spoon. He uses a piece of clothing to strain the mixture, crush a little more and repeat the operation until the liquid acquires a green tone. He lets it rest with a few mint leaves that remained intact and wraps the bowl with a leather cloth so that it is close to the fire without actually touching it.

The leaves of lavender and chamomile are treated the same was as the mint, only in this case they have been macerated in oil and Izuku is very careful not to waste a single drop.

“It’ll be necessary to repeat the procedure in a while,” he tells Shouto who is watching over the pot where the mixture of strawberries and sugar boils slowly. “Be careful not to burn it, when you see that the water almost evaporates, set it aside and let it rest.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have an idea for the last lotion, but I need butter or wax. I’m going to look through Kamui’s things to see if I find those items.”

He had to check all the shelves, vases and boxes in the cave. He found what he was looking for in a pot next to a sack of rice. Building up his courage Izuku strips naked he takes off his bandages, replaces them with the spare one he had and after redressing he proceeds to cover each piece of his used bandage with butter. He rolls it, trying not to move it too much and places it on a bowl with a cover. He returns to Shouto and when he asks him about the lotion, he explains his theory.

“ I want to make a fragrance that has omega pheromones. It will not be completely effective, but if one of them gets familiar with it, they can use it to counteract the effects of the incense. Although I would like that in the note you are going to send if you could explain if they could possibly try it on an omega to see the results.”

“How do you plan to do it?”

“With butter. It’s a technique that my father used with delicate flowers. I don’t know if I can remember the exact procedure, but at least I have to try it.”

Shouto nods and after eating, Izuku returns to macerate more strawberries and the rest of his plants. That night, he falls asleep as soon as he puts his head on the bed, but he wakes up before the sun comes out and he is ready to test his theory. At the end, they gather all their fragrances in small vials that they seal with a cork tap which they bath in wax to avoid leaks.

Izuku passes him the last bottle with the transparent liquid from his experiment. Shouto brings it to his nose and inhales. The aroma is subdued, discreet, although it undoubtedly possesses an unexpected delicacy. The mint is unmistakable, there are other variations behind it, variations that Shouto cannot identify, but the whole is undoubtedly charming.

“It smells like you,” he says as he puts the cork tap back in the jar.

“Really?, I expected it to be more of a neutral scent. Do you identify any omega pheromones?”

“Not really, but… I don’t know, it’s different.”

“Different to that of a plant? Could you guess it’s from a person?”

“One person maybe… but that’s because I already became familiar with your scent.”

“For real?”

“Since you changed, you haven’t returned to you plant lotion, so you have smelled like mint for two days. I’ve became familiar with it. I don’t know if I would be able to identify who it is from if I didn’t knew you.”

“Well… we’ll just have to do the test. Even if it does not work, the other four will work, and now we at least have a plan to start with.”

Shouto nods and tilts the candle to let the wax cover the cork. Afterwards they clean all the materials and eat lunch in silence. They are finishing collecting when they see Kamui appear among the trees on the other side of the river. Izuku’s smile fades when he sees he is not alone.

The person who accompanies him is smaller than Kamui, has pale pink skin, hair in the same color, two yellow horns, black eyes with bright gold pupils but the most unusual thing among them all is the immense smile that is dedicated to them when they are in front of each other and Kamui is presenting them.

“They are Shouto and Izuku, the people I’ve talked to you about, she’s

“Mina Ashido!”

“No! I told you we were going to use code names!”

“Yeah, and I also remember Cementoss code name, and by the devil’s tail! I don’t want to become a victim of your terrible imagination.”


“Don’t yell at me, it’s the truth. Mashirao agrees with me.”

“Did you tell Ojiro you were going to come with me?”

“I couldn’t hide it from him.”

“Mina! It was supposed to be a secret.”

“He knows how to keep secrets, but hey, let’s see, are you friends with the redhead who bears his lis flower on his chest?”

“Do you know him?” Shouto jumps as soon as he hears her.

“We haven’t introduced ourselves, but I have seen him. He received his note and I went to pick up his answer, what do you want me to send now?”

Shouto holds out the small leather bag, and when she opens it the girl finds five bottles, a folded note and a knife.

“No knives,” she says as she hands it to him. “I can’t take it. The jars are harmless, but the captain has strict control over our weapons. If they finds it they’ll ask questions and I don’t want to get into trouble.”

“They need to defend themselves.”

“Well. he’ll have to figure it out on his own. No weapons.”

“Alright, when will you be delivering it?”

“Tomorrow. The prison has been closed, the only ones left inside are the high ranking soldiers. The rest of us were sent home and we’re supposed to show up tomorrow.”


“If only I knew it, they never tell us anything.”

“You’ll any type of problems while delivering the jars?”

“No, but you must know it’s likely that they’ll have to go down again to the basement. If that happens, you will have to wait about three weeks until. If something happens you’ll have to wait about three weeks until I can give it to them.

“Three weeks?”

“It’s the time it usually takes for them to return them back to the cages.”

The commotion left Shouto speechless and Izuku took the opportunity to intervene.

“Maybe you could give them to Red.”

Shouto looks at him, “Do you think they are trustworthy enough?”

“Surely they are aware of the situation, you can’t lose anything without trying.”

“Okay,” he turns around to the girl who has stored the package inside her bag. “If you can’t give it to my friend, there is another of ours in the cell next to his, as far as I know he has tried escaping once. He has a red flower in his chest, do you know who I’m talking about?”

The girl stays silent with her eyes turned to the sky.

“Yeah, I think so.” She smiles. “But you have to know that he hates us and that he may not accept anything that comes from me.”

“We’ll risk it, just tell him who sent you.”

“As you wish.”

She leaves after saying goodbye to both of them, and as soon as she disappears, Izuku sighs.

“Well,” says Kamui, staring at them, “It’s time we head back to the coast.”






Despite rationing it, the food ends. Katsuki breaks the last piece of hard bread into two equal pieces. He extends one of them to the blond who, sitting in the corner, hugs his knees and is covered with the only blanket they have. The darkness is almost total and since no one has changed the torches they ended up going out. The weak glow of the corridor lamps slip down the stairs, but the luminosity is not enough because it still does not reach the cage where they are.

It is difficult to measure the time enclosed without sunlight. The only way to distinguish one day from another is by the routine of going down to the mines and work, but without that it is impossible to determine the time they have been there. So far no guard has taken then down, no alpha has been returned, and no one has bothered to clean the waste bin. The whole dungeon smelled of them, piss, shit, impatience and frustration.

As the hours passed by, Katsuki found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. It is the first time he has spent so much without having inhaled the incense, because even in the dark cells they would use it from time to time to keep him calm, and the curious thing is that instead of feeling clean and clear, he feels dazed and slow. If he forced his head to focus migraines do not leave him alone. And the worst thing is that he begins to notice the orange aroma that comes from the omega sitting in a corner.

It smelled delicious, like fresh juice full of acid pulp.

His stomach roars at the thought, yet Katsuki shakes his head and growls. He wants to fall asleep, but he has been suffering from insomnia for two days, he thinks. He squeezes his eyes when the edges of his vision begin to cloud. He stirs, uncomfortable and with tense and impatient muscles. He is accustomed to confinement and hunger, he does not understand where the sudden anxiety crawls through his body, preventing him from thinking. His mouth is dry even though he drinks regularly, his body suffers from unexplainable fatigue, and his attention jumps from one memory to another without order or coherence.

His suspicion that the food is poisoned collapses when the omega does not show signs of discomfort. The boy just sat there, his head resting on his knees, while tracing incomprehensible patterns on the floor. Katsuki’s eyes, already accustomed to the darkness, manages to identify shapes and silhouettes, he can see the omega’s fingers move on the ground, although he cannot distinguish what he is writing. Impatience rubs his nose, wanting to evoke the mint aroma, but in this state it is useless. He takes note how the anger grows inside him, ready to explode at the first opportunity.

It is then when the guard arrives.

They slide down the stairs like a furtive shadow and stops next to his cell. They kneel in front of his door and use both hands so that the small bag they carry can pass through the bars.

“There is food inside and a gift from your friends from the outside,” the shadow wears the guard’s suit along with the mask that covers their entire face, but there’s no doubt that the voice is feminine.

“Why are you bringing this to me?”

“I originally had to take it to your neighbour, but I have no idea where he is. Finding him could take me hours and that is not an option. His friends have told me that I can give this to the one in the cell next to him. It was great to hear how they decided to leave you in your cell, that saved me a lot of problems, so here you go,” she gestures to the bag while standing up, “Now, I’m leaving the rest up to you. The last transfer will leave tomorrow early in the morning, so I would suggest that you wait until they leave. It depends on you, good luck.”

The shadow leaves in a hurry and Katsuki stares at it until it disappears, then he turns his attention to the package and kneels next to it to inspect it. It is a small leather bag containing five sealed glass vials. He slides his fingers on the smooth surface but does not detect marks or any signs. Between them there is a note, a piece of paper bent eight times that is impossible to decipher the message in the dark.

“What is it?” Asks the omega from his corner, but Katsuki ignores it, instead he curses. A knife, that would have been very useful.

He takes the vial and lifts it trying to discern its color, but only sees that they are the size of his index finger and none is thicker than his thumb. With great care, he breaks the seal of the first vial and removes the cork cap, taking care not to use too much force that could spill the contents.

He brings it close to his nose and immediately throws his head back.

It smells like strawberries. Wild strawberries. Katsuki’s stomach roars, and the aroma has aroused hs hunger with such an intensity that it caused him a headache. It was too dense, too sweet, too acidic. Katsuki covers the vial and shakes his head, trying to disperse the aroma. He can almost feel his nose writhing in disgust, but in the end he has no choice but to soak his hand inside the bucket of water and wipe his face.

“What are you doing?”

Katsuki ignores him as he weighs the vials in his hands. ‘Why strawberries?’ He silently wonders, struggling to find the meaning. He assumes that the answer would be in the note he cannot read. ‘They sent it to me, why? ...I told them about the mint, and their answer was to send fragrances? To try what… try another scent?’

At the end he resigns himself to open another vial, and this time instead of bringing it to his nose he rubs his fingers on the cork tap, that way he avoids overloading his sense of smell. As soon as he smells it, he recognizes mint. The fragrance is intense too, too fresh for his taste, but it will certainly help him now that there are no more leaves under the blankets. The third vial smells like chamomile, too light for him.

A fruit, a plant and a flower. Katsuki does still not see the meaning behind it. He takes the fourth vial and uncovers it. The finger that comes to his nose smells like mint… again. Even in the dark, Katsuki’s eyes distinguish the shadow of the vials that he has separated from the rest, the ones he’s had already opened, and he is sure the mint bottle is the one in the middle, why send another one?

He rubs his finger against the cork top and inhales hard. This time, he is able to distinguish another aroma. It is not only mint, ‘Peppermint? No, astragalus? No, eucalyptus? No.’ Katsuki moves his finger away from his face and rubs it against his thumb. The smell of mint is unmistakable, that is clear to him, but unlike the previous one, this aroma is much more subtle. Richer in contrast that he fails to understand. It does not possess the astounding burden of the others, nor is it dense or overwhelming. The mint is accompanied by another scent, one that he fails to identify.

“Is is basil?” He hears the omega say, who ended up deciding to approach and raise the cork tap from the ground.

Katsuki wants to laugh at him and his bad sense of smell, but before he can say anything he realizes that, he was not wrong. It smells like basil, but its presence is almost non--existent, it is too light and too soft. There is also rosemary, and there is more. Whatever the fragrance it is, it is not like the others, it does not have that rawness that accompanies any concoction, it is something that combines mint with other spices to form a delicate and exquisite aroma.

“What is it?” Repeats the omega, but Katsuki does not hear it because he cannot unravel the aroma and that is putting him in a bad mood.

In the end he encouraged himself to take the vial and bring it to his nose. He inhales once, and that is enough. The fragrance enters him like a whirlwind without control. He feels it inside him, growing and expanding. The aroma travels through his nostrils to his brain and activates an electric shock throughout his spine. Suddenly and for no apparent reason he is standing up, tense and with his heart beating at full speed. Blood rushes in his ears as the fragrance expands inside him like an overflowing river, it disperses and is crammed to every corner of his body as if it were smoke that got accumulated in a closed space.

But it is not smoke, because instead of suffocating it activates every nerve in his body.  He feels that his interior expands, he feels awake. His face becomes hot, his taste buds begin to salivate, the aroma makes him contract the muscles of his abdomen, legs and arms. He takes note of the familiar feeling of heat on the lower part of his belly. If he could, he would have realized that his pupils were dilated ad that the black covered almost completely the red of his irises. It was like sucking fresh air after living underground, like surrounding himself with the freshness of spring. His body clings to it, and he absorbs it as dry earth absorbs water. He feels alive.

And suddenly it does not fit inside him. He must go. It is imperative to leave.

What was he doing there?

What was he doing here?

‘Yeah, him… him.... It was him?’

With uncontrolled breathing Katsuki opens his eyes and find himself surrounded by darkness. Everything around him was black and the adrenaline that roared inside him threatened to drive him crazy. The aroma was familiar, so familiar it was impossible. It cannot be . It cannot be and yet… and yet… Katsuki chokes. It is here, the mint and the spices , fresh and herbal.

It was unmistakable.

Not in a million years would he forget that scent. He thought is was lost forever and there it was.



Chapter Text

The sun is high in the sky when the watchman sees it:


The men on the deck look up at the mast and immediately afterwards focus their attention in the direction in which their arm points.

“Damnit!” Growled Ken, scanning the horizon with half-closed eyes, “I can’t see anything!”

When the rest of the crew gives up, Ken forces his sight until his eyes get wet, but even so he cannot see a glimpse of the coast, there is only bright, clear water and a dazzling horizon. He removes himself from the railing and approaches the group that plays cards in the only shaded section of the entire deck. The only ones who have not bothered to get up to check the watchman’s claim.

Aizawa’s favorite group of fighters: The Wild Cats.

When he first met them, Ken immediately understood why the nickname. The four of them had the same flower, the same large leaves of an intense green, with thick stems and delicate pink-yellow flowers with purple spots grouped around a spike. Catnip, the cat’s mint.

Shino carries the flower on her left cheek down to her chin and throat. Ryouko’s is on her right shoulder extending to her arm. Yawara is the only one who has two flowers on both wrists with leaves growing on his forearms, and Tomoko, the watchman, exhibits it between her shoulder blades from where it extends to the sides above her white sarashi.

“Did she really see land?” Ken asks, dropping by the red-haired woman.

“Tomoko has an excellent eyesight,” laughs Ryouko, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed while she finishes braiding her long blond hair.

“She could even find a needle lying in a haystack,” confirms Shino, shuffling the cards she has on her hands. “Tomoko!” She shouts, looking at the sky. “Are you going to play?!”


While the watchman begins to descend used the ropes, Yawara watches her with close attention in case there is any setback. Ken imitates the action, marveling at the girl’s flexibility who glides with a feline grace until she returns to the deck.

“Do you want to play, Ken?” Shino asks, about to sort the fifth card.

“Sure, why not.”

“Hey! Where are you going?” Ryouko shouts when Tomoko passes by in the direction of the berth.

“Start without me,” Tomoko replies, brushing her blue hair back from her face. “I promised Sir Nighteye that I would warn him in advance the moment I saw land.”

“Go,” says Shino without looking at her as she picks up a card from her hand, then turns to her companions. “Ken, you start. Five copper coins for your start, Ryouko you in?”

Ken focuses his attention on his cards and curses, he always forgets that the Cats are compulsive gamblers and that he has very bad luck when he plays with them.






Tomoko knocks on the door three times before it opens. He straightens up to meet Tsunagu Hakamata, the captains of the king’s guard. She sees him in his high-ranking officer’s uniform and realizes that her baggy trousers and white sarashi are not the best attire to for standing before her sovereign.

‘Bah! It’s not even an official meeting.’

The truth is that, although she has the same jacket as he does, she finds the garment so uncomfortable, with its thousand buttons and rigid shoulder pads. If she was ever given a chance she would prefer to wear the loose sleeveless jackets that soldiers use to fight they are broad and the cloth is very light. Even the dark vests that Aizawa uses are much better for fighting.

“What’s going on?”

Tomoko return to reality just after hearing the dry question. She smiles, trying to offer an official appearance despite her attire.

“I have a report for Sir Nighteye.”

Tsunagu nods, moves away from the door, beckoning her inside. Sir Nighteye’s cabin is abstemious, it is full of books and smells like fried fruit. At the center table, where piles of maps and plans threaten to fall to the ground, is the king next to his right hand, both wearing their rigid silver uniforms.

It has always amused her the king’s mustache and beard. The beard was too dense to be formal and the mustache is an eccentricity that seemed to have a life of it’s own, and it did not help that both are bright red with faint orange rays, yet the one time she made a comment about it her team was sent to die of boredom at the borders for three months as punishment for her impudence, so she now tried to shut up and let the rest make comments about the bad taste of their sovereign.

She has no complaint with regards to Sir Nighteye; he possesses a legendary stoicism and an amazing intelligence. He is not handsome in the strict sense of the word, but she finds him charming, in fact, she liked the blue hyacinth flower that grows on his left temple and whose leaves grow along his forehead. ‘If only he had a sense of humor,’ Tomoko heaves a sigh and tries to not fantasize.

“Pardon me for the intrusion, Your Majesty I wanted to confirm that I have seen land. I calculate that with our speed we’ll be there in a couple of days.”

“Good, something else?”

“I’ve managed to see a shadow on our left, its shape and direction makes me me think it’s most likely an enemy ship. They are a bit too far away for they watchman to see us, but if they continue with their path they’ll most likely discover our position sooner than expected.”

“It’s impossible to hide a fleet like ours,” replies Sir Nighteye, arranging the papers in his hands. “However, I would like for you to pay special attention to the shadow. Observe it carefully. If it gets close enough we will take appropriate measures. If you find more boats, inform immediately. You can retire now.”

Tomoko nods and leaves, closing the door behind her. The last thing she hears when she leaves is:

“It could be Aizawa’s ship.”

With her hand on the door knob, Tomoko struggles against her bad habit of hearing other people’s conversations. Neither she nor her friends understand why one the king’s best fighters is not here, ready to begin the attack on the slavers. The mere idea of finding out where the third prince’s tutor is tempts her quite a lot.

In the end she does not because the soldier guarding the hte corridor begins to look at her severely. She has no choice but to go up and gossip with Ryouko about the possible secret mission that Aizawa may be carrying out. They have to take as most advantage as possible of their break, in a few days they will be fighting.






Clean, collect, gather food, work is frantic and Izuku makes a mental list to not forget anything: water, bandages, berries, seeds. After the pink-skinned girl leaves, Izuku offers Kamui a plate of food.

“I’ll accompany you to the middle of the road,” says the man while he finishes his lunch. “From there, I’ll search for Cementoss and talk about out options.”

The three of them set off as soon as Kamui covers the tracks they have left near the waterfall. Instead of following the river, they move farther into the trees, trying to move as fast as possible. This time they don’t make detours or anything to hide their trail, their intention is to reach the coast quickly, although the trip turns out to be heavier that it seemed because they have to go up and down on slopes all day long.

Kamui says goodbye to them when they are about to ascend for the third time.

“Cementoss’ village is in that direction,” he points to his right and turns to look at them one more time. “I’ll talk to him, maybe there are other villages willing to join in a truce with your people.”

“Very well, when my father arrives I will send messengers to look for you.”

Kamui nods, he extends his hand towards Shouto who squeezes it with solemnity. When it is Izuku’s turn, the boy grabs his hand with both of his hands and smiles gently. They watch  him go away among the trees until they lose sight of him. Izuku takes advantage of that moment to stretch his back while throwing his head back.

“Do you want me to carry your bag?”

When he turns he has Shouto with one hand extended towards him.

“No, I’m fine.”

He straightens up and resumes the march. They get to the least peak, the highest of them all, when the sun is hiding. From there they can see the prison on the cliff, a black shadow against the dark grey sky, and just beside it, almost at the same distance, the coast. A yellow line that collided with the dark blue of the sea.

The most surprising thing is what they saw on the horizon.

“Shouto, look!”

Izuku points out the white sails, dozens of them grouped on boats of equal size. The boars are too far from the coast, but Shouto recognizes the shape of their masts and hull.

“Is that you father?” Izuku asks and when Shouto nods, the boy catches his arm and smiles while repeating they are here, they are here.

“If we maintain this rhythm during the night, and only rest for a few hours, we will reach the beach tomorrow.”

Izuku nods and follows him, forgetting the fatigue and hunger. The last rays of sun disappear leaving the smy colorless, and it soon becomes impossible to advance under a dark sky. The moon, which was full when they landed a few weeks ago, has disappeared from the sky and the darkness is absolute in the forest.

When Izuku stumbles for the fifth consecutive time, Shouto decides it is not worth the risk.

“We’ll rest here.”

“I can still continue.”

“It makes no sense for us to advance if we can’t see anything. We run with the risk of getting lost or rolling down a steep slope. Let’s rest and tomorrow, at dawn, we’ll get going.”

They wrap themselves in their blankets and dine a bit of the provisions Kamui packed for them. The silence of the forest is interrupted by the hooting of the birds, the sudden movement of the leaves, and the crickets that whisper in the grass; all sounds intertwine to form a unique and terrifying symphony.

“Sleep,” Shouto says in a low voice. “I’ll cover the first shift and wake you up in a little while.”

Izuku murmurs an agreement and sits on the floor, wrapped in the blanket with his bag firmly held in his arms. He closes his eyes and immediately the fatigue falls on him like a heavy veil. For the first time since he found out about the sunken ship, Izuku dreams. Not with Katsuki sinking into a black sea, nor with his cage full of water.

He dreams about the day he lost him.






He never gets to hear what Katsuki says. They are squatting, side by side, looking at a flower. A small blue flower with five petals and a yellow center. On the ground there are three buds, each with three similar flowers. He turns to look at his friend and sees his lips move.

What is he saying? Why can’t he hear it?

He feels him swinging on his feet. He remembers the pressure of his shoulder against his, the red gladioli pressing against his warm skin. Katsuki points to the flowers.

What are they? Why can’t he remember it?

But the answer never arrives because in that moment a man materializes in front of them. He comes out of nowhere, with his purple skin and white hair. He remembers it clearly. He remembers every detail of his body, the clothes he wore, and his smile. The smile that becomes an immense mouth full of sharp teeth ready to devour him.






Izuku opens his eyes with his heart beating unchecked. He cannot see anything since the world is still dark and silent. He does not stop shaking as he straightens up, exhales slowly, noticing that his breathing shakes intermittently. He opens and closes his hands in an attempt to warm his icy fingers and finally exhales hard, fighting to calm down from his panic. When he finally manages to shake of the nightmare, he notices it. Absolute silence.

“Shouto?” His eyes take a moment to get adjusted to the darkness, but immediately they perceive the dark form that is sitting a few steps away from him. “Did you fall asleep?”

He turns to support the weight on his knees and extends his hand to the alpha, but when he touches the other he does not react. Then he smells it. He detects it because he has spent the last few years living outdoors and knows by heart the aroma of wet grass, wet earth, trees, plants, flowers and animals. The forest is a part of it, its aromas are as familiar as the plants that he has been learning by heart since forever ago. What he smells is different, it is more tenuous, it is sweet, too sweet for him.

‘It’s honey? ...It smells like milk.’

Izuku straightens up like a deer on alert. His head goes from right to left with frantic movements. He cannot hear anything, he cannot see anything, but the aroma is the only alarm he needed. He gets up leaving his blanket and his bag rattles against his side when he leans next to the seated figure and shakes it.

“Shouto,” but the figure wrapped in the other blanket remains motionless, as if it were a statue.

The crunching of branches at some point in the forest alerts him. His fear is triggered and his instincts for survival are activated as a loose spark in coal. He shakes Shouto hard and keeps looking frantically around him.

Until he sees them.

Out of surprise his hands are paralyzed. In front of him there are two suns in the middle of the darkness, or at least that is what he thinks until he understand that they are two bright yellow eyes, waiting patiently, there, among the trees, focused on him. At some point next to them Izuku is able to see a grey trail, like smoke that comes from their direction.

The incense.

Although the fear shakes his body, Izuku’s mind is sharpened.

...induces a state of absolute obedience.

He holds the motionless alpha’s arm and yells at him as he pulls it with all the strength he has.

“Get up!” He gives his voice all the authority he can and gets the alpha to obey, although instead of moving forward he stays still. “Run, run, run!” He pushes him without ever stopping shouting. “MOVE! RUN!”

And to his relief Shouto obeys.






The prison is an immense structure that rises just above the valley, from its highest tower you can see the sea and some claim to be able to smell the marine air that comes from there. Its doors open under the cry of the visit and it reverberates in the stone walls. The mount of Tomura skids on the loose earth. The animal stops panting, too exhausted to growl at the man who approaches them.

“Hey, Shigaraki! I thought you were lost!”

Tall, slender, and with dazzling blue eyes, Dabi, the leader of the explorers, offers a bottle of water to the newcomer. Tomura snatches it from his hands and drinks without pausing until he gets fed up. He emits a tired sight and stretches until every bone in his body creaks in relief.

“A long trip?” Dabi asks with his famous condescending smile. When he crosses his arms the sleeves of his camisole rise revealing the dark skin portions that contrast with the other lighter regions. His body in general seemed to be formed of incomplete patches united in nonsensical patterns.

“Shut up, what are you doing here?”

“Following Kurogiri’s orders. The prison had to be closed down, we had to collect all the leftover supplies and move the last couple of savage pairs to the Citadel.”

“Your mission was to track down the traitor.”

“I have a clue. I’ve spent the last month traveling back and forth along the whole damn border and I’ve finally managed to find a trail. We believe our treacherous rat receives help from at least one of the villages around here. That’s why it has been hard to find.”

“And the intruders?”

“Ah! Toga went to look for them as soon as we received the notice, she offered herself personally. She’s the best tracker there is here, so I don’t doubt she’ll find them.”

“Have you ever let her go alone?”

“She has a troop of three soldiers, we don’t expect the intruders to cause problems, they don’t have the incense to disarm them.”

“And the others?”

“I sent Mustard to the prison on the other side of the valley, he has orders to supervise and close the doors once the last transfer in under way. Shuichi went to talk to Ken Ishiyama, he is the leader we suspect that helps Shinji Nishiya, our traitor.”

“And while they work, you’re here.”

“I was waiting for you, I wanted to show you the newcomers. I’m sure you didn’t know they’re here.”

The Noumu approaches them, searching eagerly for an aroma that only it can perceive. Tomura rubs his hands against it and guides it with the help of the reins to one of the empty stables. He signs to one of the guards who takes care of the cargo beasts.

“Give it food and water, and don’t let it come out.” He then turns to Dabi, “Who are you talking about?”

“Come with me and you’ll see.”

They go through the empty corridors until they reach the entrance to the watchtower, and from there they climb countless steps installed in a spiral. A the top, the window blows with an amazing force and the sound of the flag that flutters on the mast is so violent that it seems to be about to tear. The air is clean and cold, an you cannot hear a single conversation in the inner courtyard. Dabi beckons him to approach the window.

The valley glimpses at their feet like an endless green field filled with slopes and cliffs. The river that comes down from the mountains meanders throughout the region until it is out of sight. The trees are drawn like small bushes crowded in sections of an intense green. The roads that lead from one village to another are thin in light colors that cross the region until they are out of sight. The other prison is a grey spot on the other side of the hills, from which they could only see its tower with its candles waving before the wind that blows from the sea.

“They have arrived,” Dabi points south towards the coast.

Instead of the blue horizon he sees a lot of tiny ships with white sails like small clouds touching the sea.

“How long?”

“Let’s see, yesterday we received another crow ordering to mobilize the rest of the soldiers to the capital where the reinforcements troops are concentrating. I was surprised, but when I came up here and saw them I got it. I always thought you’d be on the front like of the attack in the war against the savages.”

“And I’ll be.”

“Well, you’re late. Surely our troops are ready to welcome the invaders and there is no doubt that our enemies will attack as soon as they reach the port. Or maybe their intention is to disembark on the coast, near the border, and establish an outpost from there. Either option leaves you without time, you would have to leave today to have to opportunity to participate in the battle.”

Tomura’s response is to turn around and descend the stairs with an amazing speed. The reaction takes Dabi by surprise, although he immediately recovers and tries to call him.

“Hey! Shigaraki! What are you doing?”

“I’m going.”

“You’ve just arrived. Besides, you’re supposed to question the intruders. Toga will send a raven as soon as she has them. What am I supposed to do with the spy? Kurogiri said you were going to escort them back to the citadel.” Tomura ignores his as he goes down the stairs, “Shigaraki! You can’t just leave like that!”

Tomura runs knowing that Dabi detests doing it, goes down the steps in a hurry, stepping on two by two, determined not to lose a single second. When he is already back at the stables, where his mount finished devouring its dinner, Tomura stops in front of the soldier who stands on guard.

“Get it ready.”

“Yes sir.”

“What are you doing?! We have work to do!”

Tomura curses loudly and turns to an exhausted and breathless Dabi. The image makes him laugh and drives his bad mood away.

“I don’t intend to waste my time with disposable pawns. I’m not going to stay here while the savages dare to invade my lands.”

“You can’t go away! Tomorrow will come the youngest soldiers, those who still don’t go to the capital to recite the loyalty phrase to the General, and we also have to make the last transfer the day after tomorrow.”

“You can stay here and get bored all you want, but I’m not staying. I want to fight.”

“What am I supposed to do with the intruders and the spy? They are your responsibility.”

“Do you know where the spy is?”

“Not exactly, but we have a clue.”

“Yes, the village, you’ve already told me.” Tomura heaves a sigh and takes a moment to weigh his options. Think, meditate and act. “If there is any suspicion that the leader is helping our traitor, then he deserves an exemplary punishment. Everyone must understand that there is no forgiveness for traitors or for those who help them. Send a crow to Shuichi and send reinforcements. Tell him to wait until the new recruits are on their way to the capital, then he has the free way to burn every last one of the houses in that village.”

“Do you think it will be enough for them to hand over Nishiya?”

“That doesn’t matter! We want to give an example. Make everyone be accused of high treason. Tell Shuichi to put their heads on a spike and leave an inscription as a warning for the rest of the villages. Make sure the recruits that come from there are sent to fight the savages. If they survive, we will tell them that the loss of their village was the consequence of the bad decisions of their leader, who chose to turn back on his people.”


“See? We’re done planning. And if you hurry tomorrow you can get out of here. Go and meet Mustard, then go to the nearest port. I bet you’ll have more fun fighting the savages than being an administrator.”

“What about the prison?”

“Damn it, let the captain take care of the last transfers. It’s their job. He has orders and he doesn’t need you to keep an eye on him.”

“What about Toga?”

“Send her a crow. Tell her to kill the intruders. We aren’t going to waste our time with them.”

“Kurogiri wants us to question them.”

“I prefer to capture an officer in hand-to-hand combat, I bet they have more information than a couple of useless spies.”

The Noumu beast shakes impatiently as Tomura climbs into it. There is no doubt that it is ready to resume the march despite the fatigue from the previous trip. It moves so much that Tomura has to take the reins and hold them tightly to keep it in place while turning to Dabi for the last time.

“By the way, I almost forgot about it. The General requires another beta-type savage. They are those that carry flowers on their legs, hands and face. If Toga finds one, tell her to send it directly to the Citadel and not to touch it The General want it unscathed, if she dares to cut off a single finger, she will have to answer him.”

Dabi laughs, “I hope the raven reaches her in time.”

Tomura walks away without saying goodbye.






Mina wakes up early to fix her travel bag. It takes twice as long to finish because her sister does not stop circling around her asking question after question.

“How long will you go?”

“The minimum service time is five years, I’m only just about to finish my second year.”

“Why do you have to go?”

“Because it must be that way. We have to go to the Citadel and sweat allegiance before the General himself.”

“And then?”

“I don’t know, I could become a guard in a fortress or a watchman in the ships. Maybe I’ll work in another prison. They could even send me to the Capital.”

“If they send you there, will you want to come back?”

“Of course I’m coming back!”

“And why isn’t Kouji going with you? He is your same age.”

“The recruiter freed him from his service because Kouji cannot speak, but Ishiyama wants to send him to the Capital to work at the information building.”

“And what’s in there?”

“Books and scrolls and a lot of boring things… Everything’s ready!”

She straightens up to contemplate her immense travel bag in which she carries almost all her clothes and uniform, a pair of extra boots and the best blanket she has. Next to it is her backpack that carries supplies, water, paper, ink and other things that she prefers to have on hand.

“What’s inside that?”

Mina freezes when she discovers her little sister pointing to the small wrapped package that protrudes from one of the sides of er backpack.

“Those are my cleaning supplies,” she says as she bends down to change the package’s place.

Upon hearing it her sister emits a cry of surprise and promptly turns around to leave. Mina laughs as she carries her things to the outside. None of her parents are there to dismiss her. Her father is a soldier that works at the Capital and her mother spends all day cultivating vegetables.

Now that Mina sees first-handed the treatment the savages who live at the prisons get, she understands why her mother resigned from the army after having fulfilled her service. She herself counts the days to resign although it is a thought that she tries to never formulate aloud, not even in front of her little sister because she fears that the girl will repeat it to the wrong person.

She’s waiting for her sister to return when Mashirao comes up carrying two bags exactly like hers.

“You have too many things,” Mina says, poking the backpack that the boy puts next to hers. “How are you going to carry mine?”

Getting a laugh from the blond is as difficult as getting her sister to stop asking questions, but the smile that he gives her is the same soft and charming gesture that he gives everyone.

“I don’t think you need my help with carrying your things, Mina.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t wanna carry them.”

The laugh is there, so close that Mina can touch it, but the desire to hear it dies when she sees the great Ishiyama walking next to Shuichi Iguchi.

“Do you know why he’s here?” She asks Mashirao, pointing discreetly at the green-skinned man. His reptilian characteristics cause repulsion, although perhaps it is because he is one Tomura Shigaraki’s men, the only person Mina hopes she never has to meet.

“He says he has orders to gather all the recruits who are going to the Capital.”

“And why now? They have never done that before?”

“Yeah, but now there are ships invading our coasts. They probably want to make sure we don’t run into enemy troops.”

“Are you going to fight them?”

Mina turns to find her sister right behind them with a panicked expression. Before she can say anything, Mashirao kneels in front of the girl and smiles at her.

“We’ll be fine,” he explains with that tone in his voice that all the kids in the village adore. “I have your sister to protect me.”

The pink-skinned face relaxes immediately and offers and immense smile.

“Where did you go?” Mina asks, seeing the two bags of cane she is holding in her hands.

“Ah! When you told me about your cleaning supplies I remembered it, I have a gift so you don’t forget about me!”

Mina takes the small bag and sniffs inside.

“I made you a soap,” declares the girl with pride as she jumps and claps in her place. “Yours smell like strawberries because I know they’re your favorites and Ojiro’s smells like blackberries. I also made mint dought, Hiryu taught me how to prepare it. If you chew it after getting up you’ll avoid the morning breath. He says they sell it in the capital but this one is made by me so it’s a lot better.”

Mina smiles, bends down to hug her sister and spins her around while she screams with excitement. When she gets dizzy she puts her down and says goodbye.

“Take care of mom and obey her. I’ll write you, okay? And if you want to write me, Kouji knows what to do.”

“Come on,” Mashirao says as he helps her with one of her bags. “The others are climbing the wagon.”

Mina lingers until the end of the line because there she can say goodbye to her sister as the carriage moves.

“Well, that’s it.” Mina says when the village is out of sight. “If we’re lucky well be back in three years.”

Mashirao nods, he does not seem to want to talk so Mina bites her tongue and tries to distract herself by looking at the changing landscapes as they go. Curiously, this trip is much longer than any other. Maybe it is the prospect of not returning home for three years, maybe it is because of fear.

‘I just have to deliver the package, that’s all. They are harmless flasks.’

She repeats the same thing over and over again in her head, but it does not calm her anxiety. She knows she is risking her family. If the captain finds out she is carrying encrypted messages… well, she cannot even imagine the outcome.

Her anxiety does not improve when they arrive at the prison and find all of the guards in the yard carrying and moving sacks of food and trunks full of weapons. The officers try to input order, but between the noise made by the cargo beasts and the shouts of the soldiers who work in a hurry, it is impossible to achieve. Mina and Mashirao turn away from the chaos, they end up stuck to the wall next to a group of soldiers who do not stop complaining about how tired they are. Mina tries to ignore them, but then she hears them curse.

“I spent all morning cleaning, I deserve a break goddamnit. I can’t understand why we had to lock up the savages before they finished their work.”

Mina is not able to contain herself, so she asks:

“They were all moved to the confinement cells?”

The man gives her a sour expression, but she does not allow herself to be intimidated because if everyone is confined there is no way that she can deliver the package she has been hiding.

“There was not enough space,” the guard answers reluctantly. “We left the troublemakers in their cells.”

“The troublemakers?” Mina repeats without losing her calmness. “I know one of those, he’s in my block. The ill-faced blond who broke the jaw of one of the guards who was going to move him.”

The soldier grunts.

“I know who you’re talking about, the red-eyed savage. That beast should be sacrificed.”

“That’s right… he was left in his cell?”

“He could rot there if it depended on me.”

The guards chorus is distracted when a skinny young man drops a pile of knives generating a chain of whistles and boos. Mina takes advantage of the moment to take Mashirao by the arm and approach her superior officer.

“Ashido reporting, sir.”

“Release soldier.”

“Thank you sir. I ask permission to retire to my room, I want to move my things and prevent from getting in the way, sir.”

“Permission not given, soldier. Our group will leave tonight.”

“I thought we would leave tomorrow,” Mashirao exclaims without being able to restrain himself, but the officer dismisses his doubts without looking at him.

“There is still enough time to travel before we are forced to stop. It’s important that the reinforcements arrive as soon as possible.”

“I thought we were going to the Capital.”

“Change of plans. Support will be needed in the defensive lines.”

Mina and Mashirao look at each other alarmed, they recoil trying not to collide with the rest of the guards that swarm around the courtyard. Once they are away from the commotion, Mina bends down to look for the package, has it put in a bag of provisions so at least she will have an excuse in case someone interrogates her.

“Can you cover for me?”

“You’re going?” Mashirao murmurs, trying not to attract anyone’s attention.

“I have to, I promised.”

“Good, but hurry up. If someone asks I’ll say you went to the bathroom.”

Amid the chaos of the officers loading the wagons and the group of new recruits she tries not to disturb. Mina retreats slowly until she manages to slip through one of the unguarded entrances; she moves cautiously trying to merge with the shadows. Her improved sense of sight allows her to glide through the dark tunnels.

Once the package has been delivered, Mina sighs with relief and leaves without looking back. He arrives just in time to pick up his suitcase and get on the wagon with the rest of his companions.

“Everything’s alright?” Mashirao asks guardedly.

Mina smiles.

“I promise you this is the last time that I decide to imitate Kamui.”

Mashirao laughs at the nickname, “Did you finally let him give you a nickname?”

“No! And you?”


Mina laughs when she hears it. She sighs gratefully that her anxiety is gone.

‘I did what I have to do. It’s over.’

Now she has to concentrate on her work and make sure to go back home with her sister and her mother.


Chapter Text

Even though it’s been so long, my love for you keeps going strong

I remember the things that we used to do

A kiss in the rain till the sun shined through

I tried to deny it, but I’m still in love with you


Miss You Like Crazy - Natalie Cole








The aroma is so intense that his body’s reaction is immediate. His back straightens, his muscles get tense, his arms tighten against his sides in an automatic self-defense response. His nose feels overwhelmed by the pheromones that come from the alpha. He does not understand how, but he can feel his energy, he perceives the heat emanating from him, powerful and terrifying; he remembers the bonfires that are lit at the festivals of his land. Fires that last whole nights and provide a radiant heat, leaving behind embers that remain incandescent for a long time.

That’s how it feels now, like he is in front of a colossal bonfire, about to get incinerated. The environment is charged with electricity and he is a simple spectator. It does not matter that he only sees a black silhouette in the cage, he can feel him smell him . His scent…. God… his scent is like ambrosia and fire. It smells like the forest, like a freshly cut clean oak. It smells like smoke, not the dense type that suffocates but the aroma wood gives off when the fire touches it and one hears the crackling of the coals.

That is the scent of a living, healthy, strong and fearsome alpha.

Denki tries to swallow only to find that his mouth is dry. The most primitive part that exists within him wants to get close, to bath in that aroma and to curl up in the heat that emanates from him. He just needs to reach out and touch him, and then… then…

His insides curl into complex knots.

The other part of his brain, the one that has lived with alphas for years, the one that lives on constant alert, full of fear and uncertainty, wants to flee. He wants to become small, he wants to run and hide, but his body does not cooperate and he does not move, so Denki buries his head between his knees looking for a position that allows him to survive the heat. He’s drowning.

His instinct does not stop asking him to breath until the scent permeates every cell of his body.

Denki clenches his teeth, grasps his knees until he digs his nails into his skin and tries to find the strength not to succumb to that scent. He is grateful that the alpha has forgotten him because he knows with the certainty that comes from his instincts that right now he would not be able to refuse anything. He would not be able to say no. He would not be able to say anything. He would not be able to say no. He could not.

It is minutes, or maybe hours, that Denki stays unmoving, hunched over and gathering up each granite of self-control to drown that little voice that wants to lull itself in the heat of the alpha. Until finally, finally , the scent remits enough for his body to breath without his interior contracting and waiting for something else.






As soon as he manages to move, Denki crawls back to the blanket, too tired to hold on to his legs. He receives his own aroma, tenuous and almost indistinguishable. He scrubs his face against the blanket, strives to thicken his essence until the fabric smells unmistakably like oranges, fresh and sweet, like freshly cut fruit. He wraps himself with it, wanting to recover his stability.

Surrounded by the smell of oranges, sitting in the cage’s furthest corner, and in complete control of his extremities, Denki asks:

“What was that?”

He cannot see the alpha’s expression, he only distinguishes the shadow of his body moving in the darkness, but his voice overflows with impatience and frantic energy.

“I have to get out.”

He listens to him breathe, short and irregular inhalations that reflect his mood.

“I want to get out.”

He hears him struggling with the door, sees his silhouette move from one corner to another, restless, nervous, full of explosive energy. Denki shrugs, picks up his legs and hides his face in his blanket, too exhausted to deal with the situation. He feels his head heavy, filled with the aroma of wood and smoke; he is also hungry, a voracious appetite that goes beyond the need to eat.

Denki closes his eyes and breathes in, his sole intention is to isolate himself, to evade the reality that threatens to break him.






Fear awakens him, he opens his eyes automatically, straightens his neck and freezes. The world is still black, a blanket of absolute darkness, but his instinct does not stop screaming warnings of incoming danger. It is then that he sees it, the movement of a shadow next to him. His natural reaction is to scream, he opens his mouth, inflates his lungs and his scream crashes into the hand that covers his face. His panic is triggered and when he tries to flee another hand  presses on his collarbones to immobilize him.

“Stay still!”

It is the urgent whisper, coupled with the scent, which paralyzes Denki instantly. The authority that comes from the blond’s voice is indisputable despite it being a mumble.

“I hear voices.”

He must have an excellent ear because Denki does not hear anything. The question he formulates becomes an incomprehensible sound, muffled by the hand that continues to cover his mouth, but the alpha does not give any indication of wanting clarification because he simply continues.

“I’ll take care of the guards, you have to get out and prevent them from closing the door.”

As the hand does not show any signs of movement, Denki fits his fingers into the upper part and pulls it away from his face. As soon as he is free, he takes a breath and presses himself against the wall, trying to put as much distance between his body and the alpha as possible. Then, he murmurs:

“I don’t think they’ll open the gate.”


“I don’t think they’ll open the gate.”

“They will, I’ll make sure of it.”

“It’s not use trying to provoke them. The only way they’d open the door is if they think we’ve mated.”

If they do not believe it, they will leave us here. We will die here.

“They’ll believe it.”

Denki’s heart collapses, it falls from the heights and breaks into thousand of pieces. What. No.

“I thought…” he chokes, pressing his hand against his chest, clutching the blanket. “You said you’ll never mate anyone.”

“And I don’t intent to,” the alpha’s anger is violent, his scent dense and defiant. “Now listen, this is the plan.”






It won’t work.

Denki repeats it for the umpteenth time while he is trapped between the wall and the alpha’s body. The situation is so uncomfortable that he has nausea. It is fortunate that the exquisite aroma of wood and smoke has been replaced by a saturated version of impatience and energy, because that way his body avoids an embarrassing reaction.

Don’t even think about it.

Every time the alpha breathes, he notices the warm breath on his neck and the movement on his back. It is unsettling.

Hurry up.

The guards’ voices could now be heard clearly, the sound going from a simple murmur to a muffled conversation. Suddenly the darkness disappears, the wall is dyed in a soft orange hue that oscillates in circles over the cold rock. Although he hears the guards, he does not understand what they are talking about because of the blood that pups in his ears.

Come on.

The soldiers become silent and Denki understands why. The blanket covers them from waist down, and the alpha’s pose with his back towards the door and his arms pressed against the wall is a clear gesture of protection and possession. Hopefully their jailers will be convinced that they are weak thanks to the hunger and exercise.

“Hey! Stand up!”

Denki is startled, his natural reaction is to attend any order given by the guards, but he cannot move while cornered against the wall. The surprising thing is that the alpha does not react or move when the guard begins to scream, so Denki is forced to imitate his calmness despite the knot in his stomach.

“What do we do now?” Asks a voice, different from the previous one.

“Put the torch at its base,” another voice replies, “and go for the incense.”

“Do I have to?” The second voice answers. “It’s in the warehouse on the other side of the building.”

“Your job is to bring it.”

“My job was to bring torches and chains, and that’s exactly what I did. What did you bring?”

“How dare

“Shut up!” The voice is loaded with authority and manages to impose itself onto the rest. “Give me the spear.”

Denki does not listen to what they say after that, the noise does not offer any clue either, the only thing he knows is that at a certain moment the alpha tensed, he does not move nor gets agitated, but the muscles in his arms contract and Denki hears how he holds his breath for a long time before exhaling again slowly without altering his posture in any way. Whatever they have done has put him in a bad mood because the aroma that emanates from him is terrible. Dense and red, filled with lethal warnings. It is a good thing that they cannot smell it.

“So what now?” Asked another voice, different from all the previous ones.

How many are there? I thought there were three, are there more?

“You will have to check them manually.”

Is that another voice?

“Don’t we need reinforcements?”

“It doesn’t look like they will give us problems, besides we don’t have much time. Let’s get started; you two with me, we’ll deal with the troublemaker, and you wait over there. If anyone resists you all have the permission to cut their necks.

They are going to kill us.

Denki swallows his fear, tense to avoid trembling, but when that does not work he relaxes and tries to pretend to be unconscious.

Remember the plan. Stick to the plan. As soon as they are on him, get up and ran.

The years will pass and Denki will never forget that precise moment.

He knows that the door opened, he remembers that clearly. The sound of the latch jumping is an unforgettable memory, he remembers it because at that moment his heart grew inside him, threatening to be heard throughout the dungeon. He knows he heard footsteps, though he will never be sure if he actually heard them or if his restless mind gave him the details. He knows that they took the alpha away from him, he remembers when he was free from the weight and felt the dungeon’s cold wall on his back. He knows that someone spiked his ribs, it could have been the slap of a hand or the tip of a boot.

He remembers that instead of turning his back on him, the guard reached out and turned him around. He remembers the fear he felt at that moment, he was scared that they would discover he was awake. He remembers that when someone tried to remove the leather bag he had in his hands, the reflex of pushing and opening his eyes was instinctive. He remembers the sharp face, the grey eyes with elongated pupils. He remembers that when he tried to stand his foot slipped on the floor and suddenly a mallet, or something like a mallet, crashed against his cheek.

After that the memory stops being clear and it becomes a blur full of adrenaline, saturated with terror, but even then he cannot forget what he said to himself, a simple thought imbued with an absolute certainty.

I’m going to die here.







They sting him with the spear as if he was a piece of useless meat. Katsuki gets angry, but instead of exploding he swallows his anger by feeding the fire that lives inside him. He feels it boil in his veins, he feels it in every tense muscle that waits just the right moment to release his energy, His head is filled with the mint aroma, the scent of Izuku , and he has no intention of allowing himself to be subjected to the aberrant honey incense.

He hears the footsteps that enter the cage. One, two, three. There are more missing. Katsuki needs everyone to be inside. He relaxes his body when two pair of hands grab him by the arm and roll him until he is lying on his back. He stays still even when one of them kicks him at the hip. It is then when he hears it, the struggle and the surprise cry of the guard on his right side. He opens his eyes and encounters the omega struggling with the soldier.

Immediately after that he moves. He turns on his side and kicks the legs of the one on his left, just at the height of his knee, which he hears it crunch. He takes advantage of having his arms resting on the ground and used them to propel himself. As soon as he is standing, he avoids the two guards who rush at him and throws himself towards the door just in time to prevent the last guard from flying off in search of reinforcements.

He jumps on the man’s back and knocks him down. A soon as he has him on the ground he holds him by the hair and manages to smash his head on the floor once before another guard holds him down. When the third of them approaches with a knife, Katsuki manages to kick him in the crotch without much force, then buries his elbow into the sternum of his captor and as soon as the arm that holds him gets loose, he uses it as a lever to send the guy to the ground, where his back crashes with a thud.

Then he turns around, ready to face the guard with a knife. With his fists raised and in a defense position, Katsuki dodges his thrusts again and again until he manages to read him. When the guard tries to skewer him, Katsuki grabs him with one arm and his fists wreck his nose. He twists his arm until he hears the knife fall to the ground then holds him and plunges his knee into the guard’s diaphragm which causes the guy to bend over, trying to breath.

Katsuki takes the knife, bends over to the guard who paws on all fours and cuts his neck without hesitation. He repeats the procedure with the other two and finally approaches the man who is holding his knee, who does not stop screaming asking for ‘Help’ . Katsuki stops next to him, looks at him from above while listening to him whimper.


But whatever he tried to say dies in his mouth when Katsuki buries the knife in the top of his head. The body falls to the ground while he straightens up. He feels the cramps on his arms and his back tense. His body is covered with sweat and his stomach is writhing with hunger. His will is the only thing that keeps him standing. His will and the aroma of Izuku that he has impregnated at the tips of his fingers.

Katsuki takes a breath and turns to the last guard, the only one who has not bothered to approach because he is too distracted laughing with both hands on the neck of the omega. The growl that he emits at that moment is a low sound that resembles that of a wild animal, his anger is vibrant and terrible. In two steps he covers the distance that separates him with the guard and in a single fulminating movement the man’s neck creaks before collapsing without life.

Katsuki pants, in his outburst he did not even notice the scream he uttered until he felt the burning in his throat.

The omega looks at him from the ground, his eyes wide with fear and his hands pressed against the small leather bag. He has an ugly bruise on his left cheek, red finger marks on his neck and scratches on both arms, but otherwise he seems unscathed.

“What are you waiting for to get out of here?”

The omega is startled by the severe tone, his eyes roam the cell, stopping at each immobile body.

“You…? Are they…?”

“Dead, are you going to cry for them?”

The omega shakes his head, swallows with effort and speaks. His raspy voice is just a muffled whisper.

“Now I know why no one wanted to get into a cage with you.”

“Stop with the crap and get up.”

When the omega shows no signs of obeying, Katsuki grabs his arm and pulls him up towards the exit, he releases him to return to look for the guard’s keys. He finds them in the guy’s pants with the knife on his head and as soon as he has them in his hands he stops to look.

“What are you doing?”

The voice of the omega pulls him out of his contemplation. He looks at the blond who stands still by the door, waiting. Katsuki takes a breath, turns to the soldier again and spits in his face once. He gets up to leave, but stops, an idea germinating in his head.


“What for?” The omega asks in a sulky voice.

“Come and help me with this one here.”

“I don’t want to touch them.”


The tone of absolute authority makes the omega obey despite his reluctance. As soon as he has him besides him, Katsuki points to the guy in front of him.

“I think this one has your size.”






It is easy to ignore an alpha when you have them in a cage and you can leave whenever you want. It is hard to refuse when you have one of them with you and they look at you with eyes that can incinerate you. Denki does not even find the strength in himself to feel disgust while wearing the clothes of a dead person.

“The uniform is covered in blood,” he grunts with disgust as he straightens the sleeves of his uniform.

“It’s not noticeable,” the alpha answers in a bad mood.

Denki tightens his lips and finishes buckling his breastplate. The uniform is a little big on the shoulders and waist, the sleeves slide to the first joint of his thumb so he has to fold the excess inwards to have his hands free.

“And if they catch on us?”

“I’ll take care of the guards, you make sure no one takes those bottles from you.”

“How are we going to leave.”

“We aren’t leaving.”


“We’ll go down to the dark cells, do you know the way there?”

Denki nods as he hides the package in one of his pockets. He has to go at the front, carrying his own torch. The corridor is empty and silent, the light forms semicircles in the walls, ceilings and floors, the prison in the dark is a totally different place than Denki remembers, on several occasions he is forced to stop indecisively on the way forward.

As they descend, they find more corridors with their stale candlesticks, the stairs and the tunnels are endless black mouths. Each step reverberates on the walls and each shadow makes Denki believe that there is someone with them, but the place is empty.

Finally they manage to arrive, the corridor ends with an opening without a door.

“It’s a hand-lift,” Denki explains as he climbs into the metal box. “First you have to unlock and then turn the crank.”

The platform squeaks and shakes as Katsuki lowers them. At the bottom they find a door with two aisles on both sides.

“Where?” Asks the alpha swinging his torch between both corridors.

“It doesn’t matter. The door leads to the observation room, the corridors form a circle around it.” As he explains it, Denki enters the room and takes the keys that he knows the guards hide in the box embedded in the wall. “The guards manage all the keys separately,” he extends the bunch of keys with a white spot on the top. “Each group has a different color depending on the area where they are used. As far as I know, they are not supposed to leave them here, but they do it anyway because this way they avoid having to go back for them in case they forgot them.”

“You can see what is inside each cell in that room?”

“Only if there is light on the cells.”

“How many cells are there?”

“Ten, each with an iron door. They all have the same lock and a double pin.”

“Only ten?”

“This is not the only room, there are five in this wing and five on the other, all with an elevator as entry point. As far as I know this is the first time that they are all full.”

They take the corridor on the left and Denki holds both torches while the alpha tests each key, once he finds the correct one he has to remove the lock that secures the door and opens the pins on the top and bottom. The hinges creak when they push and they are immediately received by the aroma of confinement, dirty bathroom and rot. The alpha takes the torch and enters it, raising it over his head to inspect the place.

The light spills on the inside and Denki’s eyes are immediately fixed on the shrunken figure next to the door. Forgetting his fear, he kneels next to the dark haired girl leaving his torch on the ground. As soon as she opens her eyes, she lets out a cry of horror and recoils when she sees him. That awakens the alpha, who shakes off the dream and gets up emanating a warning grunt.

“Chieko, it’s me,” says Denki, raising both hands and pulling the sleeves of the black uniform to reveal the wristbands with rings.

The surprise leaves her speechless, as soon as she manages to overcome her panic, she blinks with force, makes a quick inspection of his face and murmurs.


He smiles in response and extends his hands in a gesture of comfort. The girl breaks into tears while hugging him in despair.

“Who are they?” Murmurs the alpha with an expression that revealed his distrust.

The blond gives out a grunt and throws the package of keys.

“One of those should be useful for you.”

Then he leaves without waiting for an answer, taking only the key on the door.

“Where are you going?” Denki yells.

“He’s not here,” the other answers without stopping.

Denki curses, he pats the omega while trying to break free, when that does not work he has to juggle to pick up his torch and get up.

“Chieko, Chieko… listen to me, I need you to look at me. Come on, look at me… Look at me, Chieko. Good, that’s it. Now breath, take it easy. We have to move, okay? The guards can come at any time and we need to open all the cells before that happens. You have to help me get the others out, do you understand?”

It takes a moment for Chieko to recover, but in the end she manages to nod, still letting out choked sobs.

“How did you get the keys?”

The voice startles Denki and Chieko clings to his jacket with force, her fear intensifies and contaminates the air around him. When he turns to the voice the alpha is no less than two steps away from him. Denki recognizes him, he is one of the violent ones, one who likes to retaliate from the guard’s bad treatment to the omegas that are forced to live with him. He is not the only one, many of those who have been in the prison for years tend to explode with anyone they have on hand.

The guy is tall and scary, his scent is like gunpowder about to explode. In any other situation Denki would shrink waiting to go unnoticed, but at that moment… at that moment he still feels the soldier’s fingers on his neck, the blow to his cheek hurts and every time he remembers the scent of wood he gets in a bad mood, so instead of tilting his head and submitting, he raises his chin and growls.

“We took them from a guard after burying a knife in his head.”

He turns around before the alpha gets to react and drags the girl with him as they rush to the next cell. The door is opened and when they look out they find another omega girl sitting in a corner staring with terrified eyes at the entrance.

Chieko approaches her to comfort her. Denki looks at them apprehensively, until the alpha from the first cell arrives.

“Remove the chains,” says Denki, pointing to the chained alpha who has gotten up and looks at them suspiciously.

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“Well, then give me the keys and go sit at the elevator.”

The boy growls, he looks even more menacing than usual, and Denki is cursing his big mouth when the blond comes back.

“He’s not here, we have to keep looking.”

Denki takes a breath and points to the chained alpha.

“Tell him to remove the chains.”

The tall alpha stiffens, wrinkles his face and spits. “I already told you I don’t take orders from you.”

“Then give me the keys.”

“Try to take them from me if you dare.”

“I don’t have time for this, goddamn it!” The alpha’s roar startles everyone in the cell. The blond covers the distance to the other alpha and pushes him, hard. “Open the shitty padlock! And when you finish go to the next one! Do you have a fucking problem with that?!”

His anger makes him look ten times bigger. His anger and his scent, which floods the cell with fire and violence. It is the scent of an alpha imposing itself before another. An alpha ready to fight and kill.

Denki’s stomach shrinks in fear at the confrontation, and it seems that there will be one, because the position of the other grows, his scent thickens wanting to counteract the red presence that emanates from the blond, but in the end he surrenders. The scent surpasses him and his shoulder sink when he submits.

“Get the rest out!” The blond roars with anger. “I don’t want any type of crap! Get on the elevators and then to the upper floors! Don’t allow any guard to request reinforcements, wait until the rest meets with you, is that clear?!”

Both boys agree, one with a bitter expression and the other with hope painted on his face. The blond turns his back and beckons Denki to follow him, but he approaches the girls who embrace each other while still trembling.

“Don’t go!” Chieko mumbles urgently, grabbing him by the sleeves of his uniform.

“Everything will be fine. Gather the rest of our people and don’t separate from each other. We knows the way to the exit. Let them deal with the guards and keep your eyes open. See you upstairs.”

Both nod and Denki hurries to follow the blond who crosses the door without stopping.






Katsuki curses when the second room results in another unsuccessful search. There are only cells with the smell of shit, two of them tainted with the smell of copulation and the rest full of dirty and hungry bodies. Every time he opens the door and cannot find the redhead his sanity wobbles.

To save time he gathers a group of eight people with the order to open the cells on the other side of the prison and gather everyone on the upper floors, near the exit to the relaxation yard. He is not even ten steps away from them when Katsuki pushes the omega to go to the next room.

He cannot stand still.

He feels clean and new, full of energy, overflowing with impatience. He just wants to go out, run until his heart stops beating unchecked. He has the aroma inside him, filling every crevice of his body. If he closes his eyes he can evoke it with precision, the nuances and the exquisiteness of it. He can almost smell it and feel the warm skin from which it emanates.

He takes note that his fingers tremble, eager to spread and find the source of that scent. I have to get out . His stomach roars, not from hunger, but need. He feels intoxicated by Izuku .


Alive and safe. The thought is unsettling. He’s outside. And he is wasting time here.

In room number three his mood darkens even more. There are no traces of the redhead, but they find three cells laden with intermingled scents, a couple on the verge of starvation, and a massacre. Katsuki stops at the latter without knowing why. Inside, the aroma of blood and putrefaction are suffocating, he can see that the alpha went mad and shattered his partner before breaking his head against the wall.

Blood smeared on the wall makes him think of Itsuka.

He stays so long there that the omega manages to reach him. As soon as he hears him stop at the entrance Katsuki turns around, grabs him by one arm and drags him to the next door.

“What…! Who…!”

His questions are choppy, filled with agony and hopelessness, but when he tries to let go, Katsuki clings to him more strongly.

“You can’t do anything about it.”

“...are they…?”

“You can’t do anything about it!”

He keeps him close as they inspect the last cells and does not release him while repeating the same instructions as before, but in the middle of his speech he is interrupted by a faint sound, like a distant buzzing, that begins to rumble on the walls.

“What’s that?” Asks one of the alphas.

“Let’s find out.”

Katsuki and the omega climb the elevator in the company of a group of four people, the maximum capacity of the elevator. Upstairs the noise is more pronounced, still indistinguishable, but insistent and annoying.

“Where does it come from?” Someone asks and to Katsuki’s surprise it is the omega who answers.

“It’s them,” he murmurs without a voice, staring at the ceiling. His face is white, his eyes are open and his lips have begun to tremble. His expression full of horror is fixed on him. “It’s the alarm, the emergency alarm is ringing.”

Katsuki looks at him, recognizes the fear in his eyes and does not waste time asking him if he is sure. Instead, he turns to the group and starts barking orders.

“You, go and call the rest. Have an omega show you the way to the upper floors. You guys! Come with me.” Lastly, he turns to the blond omega without losing time. “Gather the omegas, free the rest of the prisoners from this wing. Make sure you send everyone who can fight to the entrance yard. Then go up and wait near the main corridor.”

Immediately afterwards he turns around and rans, followed by the rest of his group.

Upstairs the buzzing of the alarm is even worse. Katsuki wrinkles his forehead, irritated by the shrill scream. In the main corridor he finds a bunch of immobile bodies, all guards covered in blood, surrounded by boys with angry expressions.

“What the hell happened?!” Katsuki roars as he reaches the front row.

“When the group of guards went down the stairs we jumped over them and managed to reduce them, but one of them escaped.”

Katsuki grinds his teeth, ready to explode at them, until he perceives the aroma that comes from the outside. It smells of fresh air, cold wind, wet earth and wet stones.


If he pays enough attention he can hear the unmistakable patter of water droplets against the dry earth. The sound moves him back to his home. It is the first time he hears rain in years, for the first time he smells the unmistakable aroma of wet leaves. It is so close he can almost feel it on his skin.

He closes his eyes and inhales until his lungs protest. He remembers.

Izuku’s finger on his thumb, tracing the outline of his scar. The weight of his body against his. His scent.

The memory is radiant despite the time elapsed. It has been years since he thought about that day. It hurt too much to think about him.

When he opens his eyes he finds a lot of faces waiting, in each one he finds the same hunger he feels inside him. Freedom.

I won’t go back to that cage.

His anger turns into cold determination. His scent thickens around him and as soon as the rest smell it, they straighten up, square shoulders and refine postures. Ready and on guard.

I’ll ruin this place until none of them are left standing.


Chapter Text

The rain starts at midnight, without thunders or warnings of any kind. Most of the guards are asleep and only those in shift are aware of the sudden drop in temperature. Hachiro opens his eyes to feel the cold drops on his face, he abandons his post on the wall of the backyard and runs to take refuge. Instead of going downstairs he marches on the wall towards the lookout spot, a circular room with four poles that supports a small thatched roof. From there he can see the inner yards, the orchards, the roof of the stables and the light coming from the soldier’s barracks.

Hachiro removes his bow and rests it against the alarm on the floor, a device that occupies the entire room and its handle is the size of his arm. Although his intention was to go back to sleep, it became impossible because of the wind blowing strongly against the tower; at least he could to sit down back at the wall and get covered from the blizzard, here he had to stand up.

Unable to sleep and too cold to try, Hachiro leans against one of the poles in anticipation of the dawn. At that time there is no one to scold him for distracting himself so he takes his time looking out at the completely dark sky—there is not even single star in sight. At some point Elok’s group came running through the outer yard to the iron door, he listened to the unmistakable squeak of metal as it was opened and then sees the four of them running towards the stairs that descended to the cell.

After a while he hears about Malakay’s group and unlike the previous troop, they do not seem to be in a hurry to starts their activities. He sees them walking on the yards, stopping on each covered area before reaching the deck’s roof, where they stay to curse the rain.

Hachiro cannot see them thanks to the roof that covers them, but the guard post is just above one of the columns that holds the door so he can still hear them.

“Damn it,” says one of them. “I hate the rainy season.”

“Oh, tell me more,” answers someone else. “Traveling in this type of weather sucks. The roads will become puddles of mud that’ll stick to our clothes, we’ll be soaking wet, and any slope could turn into a landslide zone.”

“Fucking hell!” Grumbles a third one, “Can you imagine the trouble it’ll be to take the wagons with the savages? Those things get stuck constantly. We’re going to spend half of the trip pushing and placing logs so that they can cross. We’ll finish with our boots filled up with water and frozen bones.”

“Hopefully everyone of them will stay here to rot.”

“I hate this, the sun has not even come out yet.”

“Damn it, why the hell do we have to check the dungeons?”

“You didn’t know? Malakay lost a bet.”

“What?! My ass is frozen because of that bastard?!”

“Shut up! Here he comes.”

Hachiro looks towards the external yards and he instantly locates the man who runs towards the door, sinking his boots in the ground’s puddles.

“Everything’s ready?” Malakay asks as soon as he arrives. His voice, as Hachiro remembers, is a deep echo. “Well, let’s finish with this shit. We have to do a general inspection at the south wing. We’re separating, each one will check a different room, I want an inventory about those who are still alive, those who aren’t, and those who can be moved. Let’s finish as soon as possible, the captain wants to leave before noon so the best thing right now would be for us to hurry.”

Hachiro sees them moving away from the roof and running through the inner yards towards the entrance. He yawns, he just wishes for the sun to come out so that his shift could finally end.

On the periphery he manages to capture movement, so he turns around towards the shadow and sees a guard running back. ‘ What could he have forgotten’ , he thinks with boredom until he realizes that the man runs without rhythm, like a cornered animal.


Then he sees them. Behind the guard emerge several more shadows, shadows that stop before the rain. None of them were wearing the uniform.

“EH!” He shouts instinctively, the vociferation rising from him before his brain could processes what was happening.

He heard the echo of the door closing again. Despite the frantic beats of his heart he distinguishes the pin’s noise that return to their place. Hachiro turns to the alarm, takes the crank and turns it. The sound it produces is so scandalous and sharp that he fears his ears would start bleeding, but that does not happen, what actually happens is that the whole prison wakes up.






“What happened?!”

“I don’t know.”

“Why did the alarm rang? Is it a simulation?”

“No, they say they had escaped.”

“Who? The savages?”

“Who else could it be?”

“Escape? That’s absurd…”

Atsuhiro ignores the gossip and he tries to approach to hear the story a soldier who trembles in front of the captain is telling, his voice has a frantic pitch—the type those who are in shock carry—and the story is dotted with verbal phrases: And then, afterterwards…

“How many were they?” Asked one of the lieutenants interrupting the story which causes the boy to be confused and to start over when another person demands to know what happened.

“Enough! The captain shouts. “Enough! We don’t have time to continue with this interrogation. We have a leak and we have to control it. Atsuhiro, gather your men, I want them on the barricade, if any of the savages emerge from the stairs I want them dead. No incapacitating arrows, this time aim at the head or the heart. The only exit that exists is this, we have the door closed so they cannot disperse. The only thing they can do is go out into the inner courtyard, I want everyone to be ready to knock down anyone who sticks his nose out. Ryu, gather a group and have them transfer the excess incense from the store.”

“But it's raining.”

“We won’t use it at the courtyard, I want you to prepare the slings, we’ll let out a load at the entrance. Once it extends into the interior we’ll send a cleaning group. We’ll use the loads to fill the dungeons before going down. We are going to clean up this mess.”

Atsuhiro moves away from the group while the rest shouts "yes, sir" as one person. In a matter of minutes he has half of his group running to bring arrows and the other collecting as many arcs as possible.

At that moment the watchman at the wall shouts:

“They're outside!”






Hachiro releases the crank and the alarm beep ceases immediately. From his position he can see that the outdoor patio is flooded with soldiers and the mere sight of his companions manages to calm his anxiety. He takes his bow and goes to his post just at the precise moment when a shadow leaves the safety of the stairs and runs towards the rain.

He cannot escape , Hachiro thinks holding his bow, the door is closed , behind the first shadow emerge more of them, as if a dam had been broken.

"They're outside!" He shouts to the sky, fumbling for his bow.

They cannot get out , Hachiro repeats himself by tensing his bow and firing. Immediately afterwards, he takes another arrow and repeats the action. In that fraction of a minute, while knocking down two silhouettes, the shadow that came out first climbs the wall. Thanks to the surprise Hachiro is stunned, he makes the mistake of hesitating and when he tries to reach another arrow he becomes paralyzed because in a matter of seconds he has the shadow within his hand’s reach.

Although he only saw him as a black man, with high boots.

Although he was dressed like him black garbs, knee high boots Hachiro immediately understood that he was not one of his own because he did not know of anyone who had bright scarlet eyes overflowing with anger.






Ochako wakes up when she hears the tinkling of the chains. Instead of getting up, she turns her body towards the source of the noise and tries to catch a glimpse of something between the black veil that covers the entire cell.

"You're going to faint again," she murmurs tiredly as she hears the squeak of metal and the heavy breathing of the alpha.

“I’m… I’m almost done.”

The voice is filled with of incomprehensible energy and it has a rich and thunderous timbre. It is vibrant, clean and thick. Ochako would find it charming if she did not know that she was going to starve in that cell.

Her stomach roars, the sound reverberates in the room causing the noise of the chains to stop.

“Are you okay?” Asks the kind voice.

Ochako has not even seen his face, but she knows, just by hearing his voice, that the boy is nice, energetic and deluded. The last one is what angers her the most.

"We could get out," she says for the hundredth time. "We could mate and gather the strength to face whatever comes.”

“We've already talked about this.”

“We've talked about it? Because from what I know you talked, you flatly refused and you've been trying to break that chains off the wall all the time we've been here. And without success for your information. The only thing you have achieved so far is to faint because of the effort. I'm sorry, but it doesn’t seem that we are any closer to leaving now than from the first day.”

“We aren’t —”

“Half of the decision belongs to me. Maybe it's the only chance we have. What else matters if they're forcing us, we can keep fighting tomorrow, when we're still alive, when we get out of here, but if we refuse, we'll die here, is that what you want?”

The alpha’s response is a deep sigh.

“You know,” answers the caramell voice. “When I'm hungry I also get into a bad mood, why don’t you drink water to calm it down?”

Ochako snorts. Yes, hunger makes her irrational. The hunger and the aroma, for the alpha smells like saffron. Delicious and thick. Every time she inhales, she sucks in the powerful essence and cannot help but think of the sugary saffron desserts that her mother used to prepare once a year. She remembers that in her house there used to be no money for certain luxuries, but her father always managed to get saffron. They used to call it red gold for its value, they used to associate it with beauty and elegance.

Overwhelmed by hunger, flooded with memories, Ochako shuffles in her place, crushes her knees to her chest and thickens her own scent. The memory of her parents gives her strength, she does not want to die, not here, locked in a dirty dungeon. And if it depended on her, that would not be her end; so even if she has to force things, she will stay alive.

“Don't do that.” The alpha says when he notices the aroma.

Ochako ignores him. The meal is over so it's a matter of time before the guards return.


She becomes paralyzed by the severe tone, but she does not give up. The alpha can refuse, but it is impossible to resist the aroma. If Ochako forces him, she knows that he will end up yielding. She is so focused on her mission that she does not hear the lock on the door. When she reacts, she panics.

She sits in a hurry, so fast that the ground shakes. At the entrance the light is so bright that she has to squint to see. An alpha enters by jingling the keys and behind him a smaller silhouette with black hair appears.

Unable to resist Ochako screeches.


The girl pounces on her and Ochako hugs her unable to understand what is happening, but that does not stop the tears from clouding her sight.

“Can you stand up?” Yui asks, detaching herself from the hug.

“Yes, what’s happening?”

“We'll get out and leave.” Answers Yui with a voice that combines fear, joy, panic and hope. “Leave!”

As soon as they move away from the cell Ochako sees omegas hugging huddled near the elevator. When they see her, her companions hug her and she holds on tightly trying not to burst into tears; upon detecting the aroma of saffron she turns.

Her cellmate is tall, beefy and handsome. His red hair rises in uneven peaks, he has large and expressive crimson red eyes, and a beautiful lis flower right at the center of his chest. When he feels her gaze, the alpha looks her way and smiles. A broad and devastating gesture.

“I told you would get out.” Ochako is surprised that this caramell voice can convey so much hope in a single sentence. “Let's fight.”






Although Katsuki understands that time is against him, he does not throw himself headlong as if he were stupid; even when the alarm fills him with impatience, he allowed himself and others to make mistakes. He takes a moment to interrogate the rest, throw orders and instructions without pause. He does not stop to doubt, he does not hesitate, he does not let himself get scared. He has trained since he was six years old and has spent centuries locked in a cage recreating imaginary scenarios waiting for the right moment to leave. It's time.

After presenting his plan and distributing obligations, Katsuki turns to the group of omegas who chat in low voices.

“I want weapons.”

The blond omega looks at him, nods, then pushes his companions and screams without stopping.

“We’ll bring whatever’s left!”

Katsuki smiles, a feral and hungry smile, immediately afterwards gives orders so that an alpha stays behind to receive the rest. Just at that moment the alarm goes off and only then he moves.

He runs down the stairs and out into the rain. The rain. Cold and fresh The sensation revives his energy, fills him with strength, with it he manages to silence hunger. He runs through the courtyard noticing at once that there are no guards on the wall; as he approaches the wall, he remembers that the first time he tried to climb he scraped his knee because he pushed himself forward instead of upwards. In the end he managed to master it and was able to ascend to a height that doubles his.

It's been a while since he has last climbed, most people would have to practice again to repeat their success, but not him; because even as a child Katsuki could recreate a movement, a blow, an attack, just by seeing it. And this time is not different.


Instead of waiting for one of the others to boost him, Katsuki jumps to the wall when he is one step away, raises his leg and rests the front of his foot against the wall. He keeps his head up and arms raised, and uses the fulcrum to push the wall down. With his impulse he steps up and repeats the same operation. It's not easy, it depends on his reflexes, his strength and his ability, but now more than ever, Katsuki has no intention of surrendering.

He extends his hands before losing the momentum and grabs the edge of the wall, from there he pushes upwards using the muscles of his arms. As soon as he has the guard in front of him, Katsuki attacks.






A group of archers, led by Atsuhiro, run down the stairs in an attempt to neutralize the savages at the courtyard, but upon reaching the top they find a handful of them who immediately strike back.

With no chance to advance, and with his group clogging the rear, Atsuhiro pulls his bow away, raises his knife and tries to clear the area. His mission is to clean the top of the wall, install his archers, and kill anyone who is inside the courtyard. He does not expect that the hungry, dirty and young savages would respond with a ferocity bordering on abandonment.

The savage in front of him wears the uniform of a guard, Atsuhiro plans to capture him and interrogate him, but the boy defends himself with overwhelming brutality.






Denki remembers the tool depot as he runs to the kitchen; instead of accompanying the rest, he deviates to the right in the first corridor he finds. Luckily, the door does not have a lock, and Denki understands why by raising one of the torches to illuminate the room.

The only thing left inside are the sacks with soap for the clothes, several packages with cloth destined to make blankets, fertilized earth, old seeds, splintered clay pots, a barrel of old oil, and other seemingly useless things. Like a bunch of twisted wooden plates.

As soon as he sees them, Denki stops. Two seconds later he is running back down the hall towards the kitchen.

“I’ve got the knives!” Chieka shouts when she sees him arrive. Behind her the silverware cabinet is wide open with spoons and ladles scattered on the floor.

"Bring the rope too!" He replies, signaling his companions to follow him. "And then meet me at the tool depot!"

Without wasting time, Denki pushes others into the hallway.






By the time he returns Ryu finds that the wall of the courtyard is filled with savages. The first line of defense keeps them at bay at the top, but there is no doubt that at any moment they will go down the stairs to destroy everything.

Without wasting time Ryu and his team distribute the small tranquilizer bottles among the group of archers who are next to the captain. Usually it is used in darts to carry out individual transfers, but now his team begins to wet the tips of the arrows with the intention of neutralizing all those on the wall.

"Accuracy does not matter!" Shouts the captain, aligning the archers. "With a single scratch it’d be enough! Attack!"

The archers shoot and Ryu begins to prepare the slings with the incense.






Eijirou is ready to run up the stairs to the upper floors when a small hand stops him. When he turns around he finds his cellmate, small and with big brown eyes.

"Are you really going to fight?" She asks.


”But you don’t have any weapons.”

“We'll have to improvise.”

“No... The guards store the picks in a cupboard next to the mines’ entrance. If they are still there

“Show me.”

The omega detaches herself from her friends and runs down one of the corridors with Eijirou and her group behind.

Luckily for them, the entrance to the mines is closer to their section, so they find the closet almost immediately. With the help of a steel bar and the combined strength of two alphas, the padlock breaks. Inside they find a small room full of worn and old peaks.

Eijirou takes three and runs, along with the rest, following the omega girl. As soon as he goes out into the courtyard, the rain falls on him, paralyzing him. It takes a minute of inspection to see a group of their own at the top of the wall, fighting the guards.

How did they managed to...

The answer to his question is three meters away from him where a group of his own people are boosting others to get to the edge of the wall. He immediately notices that those who are propelling are the largest and those who reach the top have a more slender build.

Although the wall is full of their people they have no way to fight against the group of archers that attack from the outside, some fall down the fence with arrows crossing their necks and chest. The rest bend to take refuge behind the half-meter walls.

After handing out the weapons he was carrying, Eijirou prepares himself to return to look for more when he sees one of his people stumble a few steps away from him. Before another wave of arrows falls, Eijirou removes him from the center while his companions leave to look for more weapons.

"Are you hurt?" He asks in an anxious voice. "Where?"

He finds a semi-deep cut along the shoulder, no doubt the result of an arrow that managed to withdraw without problems. The wound does not bleed, it does not seem mortal, but the alpha has closed his eyes and does not respond to his voice. Eijirou finds the arrow three steps away and while examining he notices the faint aroma that comes from the steel tip. Immediately after it he moves:

“Be careful with the arrows!”

He has not even finished speaking when a wave of them rise in the sky towards the courtyard.






The archers get a crushing victory by firing the first charge. The second one is less effective because the savages in the wall are covered immediately. The third and fourth aim to fall on the courtyard, but it is impossible to confirm their effectiveness because they have no way of seeing the results.

The soldiers on the stairs have retreated after an order from the captain, who organizes them in front of the door, leaving the archers with orders to keep the savages at the top of the wall.

"As soon as they flee into the tunnels, throw incense loads at the entrance!

Ryu's group advances at the rear with their hand slings ready to be used. All the forces of the prison line up near the entrance, waiting to break into the courtyard and force the savages to retreat.






Squatting by the stairs, Katsuki takes a breath. Thanks to everyone they’ve managed to prevent the guards from taking over the wall, and finally the captain has decided to open the door.

It is exactly what Katsuki wants.

He brushes his wet hair from his face, takes a breath, grasps the knife of the dead guard and stops to listen. He does not need to look at the courtyard to know that the rest of his people have armed themselves and are ready to defend themselves, the only thing they are waiting for is a signal.


Kastuki screams at the precise moment when he hears the iron plates grinding open. He does not even think twice before dropping himself off the wall over the horde of enemies that are entering.






The captain expects to meet a group of savages violent and suicidal, he expects the screams of anger, but he did not expect to meet a group of savages armed with picks, using old wooden plates wrapped in rope as if they were hand shields. He did not expect the barbarians that fell from the sky.

The two forces collide at the entrance with unexpected power. Many of the first line fall, some crossed by knives, others being hit with mining spikes. Although the attack is tremendous, the captain's men maintain their formation and are soon recovering ground.

It is true that the wrath of the savages is overwhelming, they fight with an obsessive frenzy and a blind despair, but slowly the signs of physical weariness begin to be visible. Hunger, rain, heavy activity, everything is combined and makes the soldiers remember that they’re facing young people, children in some cases, none older than eighteen.

The captain regains his confidence and starts shouting orders without stopping.

“The incenses! Bring the incenses!”

As the rank of soldiers enters through the door forcing their enemies to retreat, the last group with the loaded slings passes through the entrance arch. They are all inside when the counterattack arrives.

One of them collapses when struck by what looks like a cloth ball. When the soldier behind him bends over to inspect the ball, he discovers that it is actually a broken clay pot filled with dirt wrapped in a piece of cloth. He is straightening when one of those things hits him suddenly.

The pot throwers are huddled close to the wall, near the entrance to the cells. A handful of them rotate the projectiles before releasing them and immediately one of his companions gives him another before leaning to make the next one.

The incense bearers collapse either or are forced to retreat due to the bales that fall on them. This counterattack manages to break the soldiers’ formation and the group of armed savages renews their attack without hesitation.

The captain is forced to retreat, he and his men retreat towards the entrance by striking their short swords against the improvised wooden shields. As soon as they manage to take cover under the roof, the captain shouts:


But before getting an answer, the savages stick to the walls while the rain of arrows falls to the ground.

“AAH!” the scream comes from a savage who dresses with the uniform of the guards, it is a feral, dark and terrible sound, he has not even finished speaking when he moves. He runs to them and immediately everyone follows him, roaring with one voice.

The captain and the rest of his forces retreat with the intention of requesting the help of the archers.


Behind their group appear the savages with their splintered shields, at the same time the group that is at the top of the wall runs down the staircase towards the outer courtyard. Cornered on both sides, the archers are forced to raise their swords to defend themselves.




The puddles in the courtyard are dyed red as the sky begins to clear.







Some try to flee, others give up. None of them are granted mercy.









The rain does not stop, the dawn does not bring a blue sky or a bright sun. The world is a dull gray, cold and damp.









Denki closes his eyes as he raises his face to the sky. Next to him, Ochako cries with her knees buried in the wet floor and her hands clutching her body. Her crying, like that of others, is a hodgepodge of happiness, disbelief and pain. Denki knows it because he feels that way too. I could cry and laugh, I could sing and dance, but the truth is that the emotion is so strong that it paralyzes him.

He is afraid to move, afraid to wake up and realize that he is actually dreaming.

“I didn’t recognize you with the uniform.”

He opens his eyes and turns his head towards the voice. The red-haired alpha is there, unscathed, immutable, observing him as if they were friends and he was glad to know that he is still alive. The most amazing thing is his smile, wide, warm and wonderful. It is the same smile he had in the dark cells, but this time, instead of feeling uncomfortable, Denki wants to smile back.

Maybe he does it because the alpha's response is to approach slowly as if afraid to scare him.

“Your hair’s growing.”

Automatically Denki holds a hand to his head where he notices that his blond locks stick out from between her fingers. When they were together his hair resembled that of a porcupine.

No more mandatory haircuts.

He laughs, he cannot help it. The thought is wonderful. Discounting the handful of laughs that the alpha managed to tear off during his stay in the black cells, it has been years since he has last laughed like that. Years ago something as simple as the length of his hair did not make him happy.

He laughs and suddenly he is crying. The door has opened and cannot stop. He does not know how to do it.

Then he has the alpha in front of him, surrounding him with his arms, emitting that faint aroma of comfort filled with saffron.






Katsuki does not stop until he has the certainty that the victory has been absolute. He organizes cleaning groups with the intention of going through each barrack to make sure that no one in the prison is left, he sends another group to gather weapons, another to count dead, another to gather the wounded, and another to inspect the outer wall to know if any of the soldiers managed to escape.

Only then does he turn around to go find the redhead. He finds him comforting the blond omega, who straightens up when he feels him arrive. The boy has red eyes and his voice has the characteristic tone of those who have cried, but instead of collapsing, the boy nods in his direction ready to attend his instructions.

Katsuki does not waste time.

“We need supplies.”

“Our pantry is empty,” answers the omega immediately, without stopping with unnecessary question. “There’s only old oil remaining down there.”

“Organize your team, look for the guards’ supplies. There must be something, enough for the trip they planned. We need food.”

“All right.”

“Give me the package.”

The omega takes it out of his pocket and holds it out, then turns to the girl who is kneeling on the ground looking at him with her eyes wide open. The boy manages to lift her up and is ready to push her when she plants her feet and faces him.

“We want clothes.”

“I don’t make clothes, if you want it, then go look for it.”

Before she can say anything else, the boy drags her away. Katsuki turns to the red-haired alpha, who has not stopped shifting his eyes from one to the other as if trying to understand something.

“You’re also wearing the uniform.” It is the first thing he says when the other two move away.

“Don't waste your time with stupid things and tell me what says here.”

He pushes the pack of jars against the other's chest and beckons him so they could take cover under the roof of the entrance of the courtyard. From there he can see the bodies of the fallen, including another group that moves the wounded to a dry area.

The redhead takes the package and unwraps it. He finds five glass vials the size of a finger with their cork stoppers and a small folded note stuck between the jars. When unfolding it begins to read in silence.


The redhead obeys.

Hello Eijirou.

So far you’re the only one who has answered. I have no news from Hanta, Rikidou or Tetsutetsu. It’s impossible to say what has happened to them.

Your letter confirms our theory, the incense incapacitates our troops, it’s beyond me, to imagine why none of our spies knew about its existence, but it is undoubtedly an important detail that my father must know. As soon as we learned about it, an ally of ours suggested the possibility of using tissues covered with perfume with the intention of minimizing its effects, your friend Red has tried the theory, but it’s important to know if his success can be repeated for the rest and if it is possible to neutralize its effects completely. With this goal in mind we sent five vials with natural lotions.

The hypothesis we have is that maybe the mint aroma is effective because Red associates it with his home. Maybe that's why it didn’t work for you, maybe that's why it doesn’t work with anyone else. Our suggestion is to find colleagues who recognize some of these scents as family members and try to temporarily resist incense.

The vials contain chamomile, strawberry, mint, jasmine, and the last one is a special elaboration.

The latter contains omega pheromones. The hypothesis we have is that the omega are not affected by incense. Are they present at some point during the application of the incense? If so, has there been any change in the results? If possible we would like them to use the essence to prove the theory that in the presence of the natural aroma of an omega the incense is less effective. Any conclusion you can get from this would have immense value to ours.

Don’t make hasty decisions, Eijirou, my father's troops must be coming. If there was no change in his itinerary, his ships should appear on the horizon at any time. I’m afraid that we can’t stay to continue offering you help, we’ve been discovered and our contact suggests an immediate withdrawal. We’ll leave today, they have told me that they’ll deliver this letter to you in two days, by then we will be close to the coast. As soon as I meet with my father, we’ll send a group for you.

Don’t give up.







Ejirou takes a breath, the prince's letter has the dry tone that characterizes him, but he still can read the concern for the rest of his companions. The same that he feels now when he thinks that one of them is dead.

“And what else?”

The question brings it back to reality.

“It's all it says... Hey! What are you doing?”

“I will keep this one,” replies the blonde while taking the the bottle with translucent liquid.

“What scent does it have?”

"It doesn’t concern you... Does it say anything about how they got the omega pheromones?”

“No, why?”


“What says here is what you’ve heard, nothing more... besides, those who extract this type of perfume are beta herbalists. They have an excellent sense of smell.”

"Maybe that’s how it is where you come from, but in the south healers make their own lotions and pastes.”

“Really? ...Hum…”

“Whether it’s a herbalist or a healer, where did your prince get it from?”

“There’s a herbalist who serves in the court, maybe he asked him for it.”

“How is he?”

“Like, his character? Impossible. He doesn’t like anyone getting into his garden.”

“Is he old?”

“As a sour pass.”

“Is he alone?”

“He has two assistants, and a year ago he admitted another apprentice.”

“Do you know him?”

“The apprentice? …Yeah, he's an old friend, why are you asking so many questions?”

The blonde does not answer him, he simply looks at the bottle in his hand until finally he seems to make a decision. He unclogs the vial and brings the cork to his nose.

Eijirou inhales and immediately detects the mint aroma with a hint of something he can not identify. It is light, fresh and adorable in its simplicity. As soon as he smells it, he imagines a field in spring, full of natural and herbal aromas.

“Is there some omega at your home that smells like that?”

Eijirou exhales slowly, wondering vaguely which area of the body has an aroma so rich in contrasts and depth.

“No,” he answer at the end.

The blonde clenches his teeth and growls when he asks:

“Your prince speaks in the plural: We have, our... Do you know who he’s traveling with?”

"I don’t. I'd bet that it's Tenya, the only beta of our group, it could be Hizashi. It’s possible that Aizawa-sensei is also with him.”

The answer gets the blonde to expel the air with force.

“If you are so interested,” Eijirou says trying to calm the environment “I can ask Todoroki-ouji.”

The scarlet look is sharp and firm.

“Once we get to the coast.” Adds Eijirou with a smile.

The blonde smiles. Eijirou begins to get used to that maniac gesture that reflects a carnivorous desire.

“Let's go look out for your prince's army.”


Chapter Text

Aizawa stays on deck until Hosu’s shore vanishes. Unable to sleep or to calm down, he spends the following week training Tenya in the customs of the barbarian tribes, forces him to memorize entire maps and tries to appease his born prejudices.

“You must always show respect to their leader,” Aizawa repeats for the umpteenth time while his student twitches in his place.

“I don’t know young Togata’s nature, but it’s important that you don’t contradict him. He’ll not possess the title of a king, but he’s one in the eyes of his people. He deserves the same respect as Todoroki-ou. Don’t make the mistake of belittling their traditions, they’re proud people and they’re not afraid to accept a duel to defend their honor.”

“But their way of life is—”

“Tenya, no.”

The boy nods calmly.

"I will not disappoint you, teacher.”

Aizawa says goodbye to him at the peaks. He watches him go inland while his ship sets course back towards Yuuei. The trip is unbearable, he does not stop thinking, does not stop shuffling theories and every day regrets leaving Shouto behind.

When he arrives at the port he manages to understand that he is too late; the royal fleet is gone and only a handful of ships remain with the mission of patrolling the coast. Aizawa immediately orders the ship to start, but the captain warns that they need at least three days to perform routine checks, refueling supplies, cleaning and other details.

"We're going tomorrow at dawn," Aizawa orders in a tone that does not allow a reply.

While the captain is in charge of the preparations, Aizawa leaves the alpha pups under the care of one of the officers, he also says goodbye to Hizashi, who is preparing to leave for the south.

"Maybe I should go with you," meditates Hizashi next to the ship he plans to travel on. "You'll need help to convince Todoroki-ou.”

“Getting reinforcements should be our priority.”

“But all reports indicate that our combat power is superior to Hosu's army, I don’t think reinforcements are necessary. With our Ou travel his personal guards, the Cats were recruited and there will be no plan that Sir Nighteye doesn’t approve. I fear reinforcements will only cause you problems. Todoroki-ou won’t take it kindly that you took diplomatic matters into your hands.”

“If they turn out to be unnecessary I’ll apologize and accept any penance imposed by the king.”

“I still don’t understand, why do you insist on bringing help? ...Are you worried about what young Midoriya said? Maybe it’s not true.”

“That’d make everything easier, but he knew the detailed positions of every village residing at Hosu, the itineraries in their patrols, the trajectory of the commercial ships. No matter how many times I interrogated him I was never able to detect any lies or found any sort of contradictions. His information was solid.”

“Well… then there is an alliance: Hosu and Overhaul.”

“It’s not only the alliance, the boy knew about the disappearance of ships much before us.”

“Shipwrecks are common in the sea.”

“I talked with the captain. It’s been two years since the number increased, there’s not always a storm when the boats disappear, but they do it without a trace.”

“If it’s so unusual, why did no one notify the king?”

“They did. The captain told me that they sent a message to the court over a year ago. They received an answer: The matter was dismissed. A couple of months ago they sent another informative note, and this time nobody took the trouble to answer.”

“Maybe the matter wasn’t part of his priority.”

“Or maybe he never knew about it.”

“Do you mean that there are messages that don’t reach the king?”

Instead of answering, Aizawa takes a breath and releases it slowly. Doubts do not stop fluttering inside him without pause. His dubiety has become a fragile certainty, each day getting firmer and more concrete. In the end he cannot help speaking out loud the idea that does not leave him alone.

“I'm afraid there’s a traitor in the court, one that filters the information we receive.”

Hizashi looks at him with astonishment, his forehead wrinkled at the thought. When he speaks his voice lacks the high and strident tones that characterize him—it is a quiet whisper, full of confusing nuances.

“...that's a serious accusation.”

“I know, and I can’t stop thinking about it. None of our spies knew about the drug, not even a single one. And every time I think about their reports, I realize that they’re almost exact replicas, with enough changes to go unnoticed. The majority lasted less than three months before disappearing. And it's not just the drug, the kidnappings continue. Our fleet patrols the coasts day and night, the schedules change, the routes are altered, and the slavers still find some way to keep arriving. In addition, the captain confirmed to me that the missing ships have a crew composed entirely of beta men. There are too many coincidences.”

“But we've had victories. We managed to avoid this year’s capture.”

“Because the prince ordered the immediate mobilization of the ships. The captain had orders to maintain vigilance in this area. He wouldn’t have moved from there without a direct order.”

“...nobody expected the prince to be there.”

“Everyone thinks he’s resting with his sister at the Night Forest. That was our alibi.”

“Wait, wait, we've had other victories. The attack on the fortress was possible thanks to the spies’ information.”

“Spies that were sent to Kamui, a contact that only I have access to and whose real identity has been kept a secret. Thanks to him we’ve managed to coordinate that attack. Mitsuki and her people managed to get it back, but all the prisoners had long before their doors fell. That was the first contact we had with the drug, but we never knew about it. Someone made sure to keep that information hidden.”

“Then what, is there some conspiracy going on within the court?”

“I don’t know... there’s either a spy or a group of traitors, but the truth is that someone’s capable of manipulating information records.”

“If a traitor existed, he would’ve tried to end the life of the king.”

"I doubt their attempt would be something as crude as a knife in the back or a piece of poison in his wine. I'm afraid they're leading our king into a trap.”

“The attack on Hosu?”

“Think about it. The king’s travels blindly, unaware of the alliance or the weapon they use against us. If his attack fails…”

“In his absence, Shouto assumes his obligations, all the families of the court are loyal to him.”

“What can a seventeen-year-old king do with his army on the other side of the sea when the enemy troops arrive first?”

Hizashi runs a hand through his hair, still in a state of disbelief.

“Do you think that Hosu's intention is to invade Yuuei?

“Todoroki-ou took his whole army; I left a minimum of men, enough to maintain order, but his right hand, the captain of his guard, the patriarchs of the council, all of them travel with him. If Hosu attacks, while they are away, we won’t have the strength to face them.”

"Sir Nighteye suggested to keep the king here and send Tsunagu with the exact of half the militia, not even one more man.”

“Do you remember who convinced the king to participate in the fight and gather all his men?”

Hizashi looks at him, the wrinkles in his forehead deepened. He swallowed, unable to pronounce the name he had in mind out loud, instead he murmurs.

"Will you be able to catch up to the king's fleet?"

"He's five days ahead of us, but hopefully Sir Nighteye will study the situation before organizing an attack.”

“What will happen if I can’t convince the Council?”

“Yuuei will be left unprotected and if it falls there will be no one to oppose Hosu.”

Hizashi takes a breath with trembling lips.

"Damn it, Shota, I really hope you're wrong.”






Tomoko leans on the railing of the crow's nest with her eyes fixed on the horizon. It is night, but the light of the stars that reflect on the water allow her to distinguish the shadow that approaches them. She immediately realizes when behind the shadow begin to outline more silhouettes. All looking the same size, sliding across the sea at the same speed.

When she sees the lights twinkle on top of the masts in a pattern she does not recognize, Tomoko screams.

”Enemy in sight!”

Her scream reverberates in the night, warning the crew and their companions to sound the alarm signal. Without wasting time, Tomoko takes her oil lantern, which she keeps burning at the crow's nest, and turns to the left, where she covers the flame and uncovers it in a regular pattern alerting the rest of the fleet. She immediately receives a response from the nearest ship—a light that flashes, goes out and flashes again. The signal is repeated on another ship and follows successively until all the ships of the fleet answered to its warning.

Without wasting time Tomoko slides on the ropes and falls gracefully on her two legs before running towards the staircase leading to the inside. She goes down to meet the king who is leaves his room without his battle uniform.

“How many are they?” Todoroki asks as soon as he sees her descend.

"I can count two dozen ships, Your Majesty, there is probably more behind.

“Are our men aware?

“The fleet is ready, Your Majesty.”

“Then it's time to fight.”

Tomoko nods, she is about to turn around when the quiet voice of Sir Nighteye rises with the king.

“It may be wise to send an offensive ahead.”

"An excellent idea," Tsunagu adds, materializing alongside the king's right hand. "If our welcoming committee is so small, then it's not worth wasting your time with them.”

Silently and completely motionless, Tomoko studies the environment. Her eyes wander from the king’s impatient expression to the calm and firm face Sir Nighteye bears. Next to them Tsunagu exhibits a relaxed posture, but his eyes betray his nervousness. It is obvious that they are trying to convince their monarch not to participate in battle without pronouncing the request aloud.

“They’re right,” answers a fourth voice with the happy and carefree timbre of those who do not have doubts in their hearts. Jin Bubaigawara, the king's personal guard, taps Tsunagu in the back and offers a confident smile to his sovereign. “Let the pawns in the hands of pawns. I’m sure that His Majesty prefers to conserve his energy for the battle on land.”

"Is that your advice?" Mutters the king with his angry expression.

“A recommendation. When we disembark at the port our men will see their king guide the offensive, unless he prefers to wait on the ship while we clean.”

“We haven’t decided—”

“We’ve come to fight!” Todoroki-ou replies, cutting off the protest from his right hand.

The king moves before them. Sir Nighteye follows him immediately and Tsunagu turns to Jin.

“Why did you have to open your mouth?”

“Hey! I was trying to help. I thought that the idea of fighting in the port would change his mind about fighting today.”

“And how did you plan to convince him not to fight at the ports?”

"Sir Nighteye would’ve devised a plan by then. I just wanted to make time!”

Tsunagu leaves with his teeth grinding. Jin sees them disappear before turning to Tomoko.

“Our king is like a little boy, huh?”

Tomoko tries to keep her expression neutral, she still remembers her punishment the last time she complained about her king, but there's something about Jin... his smile, the expression in his eyes, the familiarity with which he moves, urging Tomoko to relax.

In the end she gives up and sighs.

“Nobody likes to be banned from things.”

Jin gives her a huge smile, all bubbly and natural.

“You’re Tomoko Shiretoko, right? A member of the Wild Cats. I’ve heard many stories about you. They’ve told me everything about your group and your way of fighting..., they’ve also told me that you’re one of the few friends that Aizawa has.”

“He doesn’t usually socialize with anyone.”

“I know, he's an unfriendly cat, maybe that's why he gets along so well with you... by the way, where is he, huh? I didn’t see him tackle.”

“I’d also like to know.”

“It's strange. I’ve always believed that his intention were to recover his nephew.”

“And it is, but he has obligations.”

“Taking care of our prince?”

“That’s his life.”

“I’ve heard that the prince retired with his sister to the Night Forest, is it true? They’ve not been there for years.”

Tomoko smiles excitedly at the prospect of exchanging news and rumors, she looks around for indiscreet ears and when she finds no one she turns to Jin. She opens her mouth and hears Ryouko call her from the top of the stairs.

“Tomoko, come here!”

Her body reacts instinctively, she moves towards the stairs without thinking and she has her foot on the first step when she realizes that she has not even said goodbye. She turns her face with the words of goodbye on the tip of her tongue when he meets Jin's expression as he returns to his cabin.

What she sees is incomprehensible. Jin does not smile, his mouth is twisted in a gesture of mockery and mania so alarming that it paralyzes Tomoko instead.


Her feet move alone. Jin's grimace follows her and it's a fixed memory until she sees the black silhouettes silhouetted against the horizon. She immediately assumes her battle mentality and pushes that bad feeling to the bottom of her consciousness.

She will never think of him again.






As soon as the rain starts, Ryouko curses.

She detests fighting wet, she detests that her hair sticks against her skull and that her bangs covers her eyes. She hates fighting in the sea with the ground that sways and threatens her to fall overboard.

“I don’t see anything!” She exclaims with anger.

“Then open your eyes!” Tomoko shouts at some point to her.

Ryouko grinds his teeth. Tomoko loves the sea, has amazing eyes that allow her to observe the world miles away no matter if day or night, knows how to navigate, loves to climb the masts and sit on the poles to study the blue horizon. She can fight on a ship with the same agility and dexterity as on the mainland.

Ryouko detests her perfection, also abhors her meager sense of self-preservation.

When the first boat approaches, Tomoko jumps towards it with the ropes ready to build a bridge. She does not hesitate, does not doubt. Ryouko curses herself because she is also an alpha but in comparison to Tomoko she feels relegated.

Enticed by her audacity, Ryouko jumps behind her partner and wields her sword without hesitation. With the enemy in front of her she forgets her hatred for the sea and concentrates on the fight. She dodge attacks to right and left, then she hits, uses her sword to cut the soft areas of the body. Blood stains her clothes, but the rain keeps her face clean.

Suddenly she senses a warning scent, dense and compelling, that makes her react automatically. She pulls away when a huge man, with his upper torso covered in dark hair and two horns in a spiral shape, rammed against her. Ryuoko slides down the wet floor unable to support the leg to get up, but when the man attacks again, Yawara pushes him sideways, taking advantage of the boat’s shaking to unbalance him.

The beast man shakes his head, turning the water from his eyes and immediately afterwards focuses his attention on Yawara. When he charge against him, Yawara leans forward as if he intended to face his brute force, but just before the collision, when the man bends his horns to skewer him, Yawara moves. He uses his left leg as a point of support, holds the horns and instead of pushing forward, turns using the impulse of his enemy to throw his opponent off the board.

Then he holds out a bloody hand.

“We fight in pairs,” he says in his powerful and kind voice.

“Tell Tomoko that, she jumped without permission!”

Yawara laughs.

“Don't worry, Shino will talk to her!”

Ryouko smiles, shakes the hair from his face and straightens up. She is ready for another round.






The victory is crushing. Hosu's troops fall under the massive and indiscriminate attack of the Yuuei fleet. The king fights between Sir Nighteye and Tsunaga, roaring every time an enemy falls for his sword.

The morning reaches them and does the last cleaning.

Yuuei loses two ships in the contest because of the fire, but they get eighteen vessels captured in good condition, although extremely old, and another ten with meager provisions that end up sinking. All of the enemy forces are thrown to the sea, the few interrogations they carry out do not provide more information except for the news that the reinforcements are approaching. The day ends with the fleet divided into two groups, one of them moves away to port with the intention of attacking the second harbor.

The king's ship is anchored off the coast. Sir Nighteye decides to postpone the attack with the intention of preparing the assault, all while waiting for the appearance of enemy reinforcements, but the king's patience is short and in the end, two days after the sea battle, he gathers his group to finalize the details.

“Tomorrow early we’ll invade the harbor,” exclaims Todoroki-ou studying the face of each of those present. “I want my group to be in the first row.”

Nobody dares to contradict him. Not even his right hand—Sir Nighteye tightens his lips—neither the captain of his guard—Tsunagu takes a slow breath—nor any of the men of his personal escort. Jin is the only one to nod energetically, as if he were ready for battle.

"I only have one question, Your Majesty," interrupts Jin, smiling with diplomacy. "Who’ll stay to coordinate the forces that we’ll leave protecting our rear?"

"Do you want to stay?" Tsunagu asks with a frown.

“No! I want to fight..., I propose that Sir Nighteye remain on the ship.”

“It's a good idea,” replies the king crossing his arms.

“I’d prefer to accompany His Majesty’s group. I'm interested in inspecting the maps and books they keep here. Maybe it's appropriate that our king—”

“I'm not going to stay.”

“How about Tsunagu?” Jin proposes pointing to the captain.


“Well, someone has to stay,” insists Jin. “We can’t leave the ships without a leader.”

“It’ll be your job,” the king exclaims firmly. “You will stay here, Jin”

“I want to fight,” replies the alpha with amazement.

“That's an order. You’ll stay in charge while we are on land. If the enemy reinforcements appear you have the authorization to organize our troops.”

Jin's face contracts with grief, but he assents to his king's orders without saying anything.

"I’ll leave Taishiro with you," exclaims Sir Nighteye, suddenly looking at him with overwhelming attention.

Jin looks at him, the smile falters for a moment, but emerges wide and immense like he always does.

“It’ll be the most sensible,” he responds with a neutral tone. “And since your group has a less fighter, I offer you one of mine. Take Masukyura, he is an excellent warrior and will cover the space that Taishiro left free.”

With that, the meeting dissolves, it only remains to sleep and rest for the battle that is coming.






They disembark early in small groups of ten or fifteen using the assault boats to reach the coast. Once there Tsunagu separates groups, determines objectives and ensures that his army extends along the port with the intention of destroying everything around them.

The Cats are assigned as a reconnaissance group that aims to advance ahead of the king to prevent any ambush.

"I have a bad feeling about this," murmurs Sir Nighteye as his group steps into the harbor which, curiously enough, is empty.

“It’s normal that there’s no one,” answers Tsunagu without being distracted. “It’s presumably that the majority fled.”

“Let's get this over with. Find the administrative offices after we set fire to everything.”

Tsunagu nods as the rain continues to fall unchanging.






Ryouko and her group arrive at an intersection without having seen anyone, the only thing she can hear is the incessant clatter of water falling on the wooden roofs. Without saying anything they form two groups and separate, alpha and beta fighting together, mixing the strength of one with the intuition of the other.

Ryouko's natural impatience is softened by the calm and stoicity of Yawara. She makes decisions and directs, he supports and offers advice. They communicate through gestures and gentle changes in their aroma.

They have worked for years, getting to know each other in such a way that Ryouko stops when she notices that Yawara issues a warning signal. She does not detect anything, she only hears the delicate sound of the falling water, aspires the aroma of sweet honey and although her eyes wander restlessly she does not distinguish a single threatening shadow.

He signs Yawara and Yawara responds by pointing to his nose. Ryouko wrinkles his brow and inhales deeply. It only smells like honey, delicious and sticky honey. Exquisite in its golden density.

Ryouko releases the air slowly and her body lets out a quiet sigh of calm. It does not even detect the warning scent that Yawara emits. She can only smell the honey, it is so intense that she imagine the sticky feeling at the tips of her fingers.

'Do you also smell it?' She wants to ask aloud, but for some reason she cannot muster the strength to move her tongue. She closes your eyes and inhales the sweet essence until she feels it settle down in her stomach.

The honey resides inside her, covers her completely. She has no strength to move, she does not feel her hands, feet or fingers. She sees nothing. She hears nothing. The world around her is a blank space.






Tomoko is a force of nature, she is the living representation of a cheerful, enthusiastic alpha, full of energy and determination. Yawara is too soft on her, the beta nature submits too easily. Ryouko's alpha nature always clashes with Tomoko's, they are always competing, they are always pushing themselves to cross limits. The only one capable of keeping her at bay, of making her react is Shino, who does not possess Tomoko's amazing eyes or Yawara's nose capable of separating aromas that others do not even identify. Neither does she have Ryouko's strength or her skill with knives.

Shino is characterized by her mind, her ability to make plans, to observe, to obtain conclusions just by looking.

They are at the top floor of one of the warehouses where they store milk when she realize it. As she looks through one of the windows of the building, trying to stay hidden, she sees them: Endless silhouettes, hiding in the tree line, grouping and preparing to move forward. Her first reaction is to thicken her aroma, to warn Tomoko of the enemy detachment, the second is to find an escape route and return to the king.

She was making a quick count of the number of enemies when she saw that a group separated themselves from the main branch and started headings to where they currently are. Shino moves away from the window with the intention of searching for Tomoko and starting their retreat, but she stops when she sees her companion standing in the middle of the hwarehouse with her arms at her sides.

Without wasting time Shino leans over the railing looking for the threat that has paralyzed Tomoko, but there she found nothing. In an attempt to attract her attention, Shino thickens once again her scent and concentrates on issuing a warning without raising her voice, but it does not work. Tomoko stands still in the middle of the warehouse, without issuing an answer.

Shino aspires slowly, hoping to elucidate the mood of her partner, but nothing emanates from her. The atmosphere smells like milk. Milk and honey. It seems familiar. She distracts herself for a moment trying to remember from where she knew it and then her mind clicks. At that same moment the side doors open and the group of demons rams against Tomoko without her raising a single finger to defend herself. Shino moves.


She runs down the platform and down the stairs, still screaming, but it's useless because she does not react. She does not even fight when an enemy's knife is pressed against her neck. The image paralyzes her. It reacts when the demons scream and signal her.

"Kill her!"

Shino's survival instinct pushes her back, although she can not take her eyes off of Tomoko's fallen body. When the demons reach the ladder Shino reacts, with her eyes filled with tears she turns and runs back to the upper platform. She looks at the window that faces the front, hides her face in her arm and throws herself against the glass window that shatters under her weight.

Shino falls on the roof and rolls to the edge from where she unhangs herself, from there stumbles and runs without stopping crying. In her mind the red and bright blood springs from Tomoko's neck.






Sir Nighteye is not superstitious. He does not believe in luck and does not believe in curses. His life is guided by concise, demonstrable and logical facts; and that is precisely why it is extremely painful to admit aloud:

"I have a bad feeling about this."

It is not an admission that he is willing to verbalize without reason, he does it so because he cannot stop feeling like someone is pushing him in that direction with his eyes closed. It does not matter that he has planned every little detail with care, it does not matter that he has considered every possible threat, in his mind there is a small voice that does not stop whispering danger.

The empty harbor is another silent alarm that is added to those that are already ringing inside his head. It is a relief to find the administrative building and while he goes up to investigate with two comrades, the rest watches the surroundings.

While feeling observed, Sir Nighteye looks out the window. On the outside all the men of the group have assumed a defensive position. Tsunagu and the rest form a circle around the king inspecting the surroundings. As everything seems in order Sir Nighteye resumes his search. He repeats the same action a couple of times until he sees Masukyura separate from his column in a furtive attitude.

In an attempt to understand what he is doing, Sir Nighteye directs his attention to the nearest buildings looking for some sign. What he sees is a faint trace of smoke, almost indistinguishable in the rain, gliding towards the king. Curiously none of the guards seems to detect it.

Without wasting time Sir Nighteye opens the window and shouts:


He turns around and runs outside with his two companions behind. As soon as he is with the king, he inspects the surroundings looking for the source of the fire, but the air does not smell like smoke.

"Do you smell the smoke?"

"S'mok?" Tsunagu asks and there is something weird in his voice, lacking the iron and alert pinch that he usually possesses. Sir Nighteye abandons his frantic scrutiny and sets his eyes on the captain.

"The smoke."



It is when he sees his lost expression when he feels that his fateful premonition materializes in front of him.

"Get the king out of here!" He pushes his two beta comrades to move. "Now, hurry!"

The laughter he hears at that moment makes him shudder from head to toe.

"I'm sorry, but I want an audience with your sovereign."

Sir Nighteye clenches his teeth, wields his weapons and screams.

"Everyone with me!" He runs to close ranks in the street. "Protect the king!"

Half of the group remains motionless and the rest are beta men who rush to obey while Sir Nighteye's aides drag the king's heavy, immobile body back to the ships.






Shino runs in the rain without stopping thinking about Tomoko and the blood flowing from his neck. She is so absorbed that she collides with Yawara and rebounds, landing on the ground.


When she hears his voice she feels the fear gripping her stomach without mercy, but instead of sinking and crying, Shino takes a deep breath and concentrates.

"It's a trap! ...We have to warn the king!"

"Where's Tomoko?"

The question unleashes anguish, spreads around them carrying the air with despair, agony and sadness. It is enough that Yawara detects her pain and then imitates it by reflex.

"Come on."

Yawara helps her get up and together they go back to the coast. Only then Shino notices the body that her partner carries on the right shoulder. From there, Ryouko swings like an empty sack, her eyes are wide open but her expression is blank.

Shino remembers Tomoko, she clenches her teeth and accelerates her pace.






Tomura laughs as he fights and savors the adrenaline that runs through his body. What improves his humor is that his opponent does not fear him, his enemy looks at him with his judgmental eyes, full of anger and aberration.

Tomura mocks him, laughs when he hits him, and laughs when he spills his blood. He entertains himself in such a way that he forgets that his mission is to capture the king. By the time he remembers it he has his enemy bleeding through the wound in his chest while his men finish cleaning the area by cutting the neck of all the savages who remain immobile.

"Oh just look at you," he murmurs in mock disappointment as he watches the beautiful blue hyacinth that sits on his enemy's temple. "You made me miss my date."

"How can you...?" The man on the floor gasps, holding the wound in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding.

"I do it with pleasure."

"Who are you?" The puddle at his feet has begun to turn red.

"The one who will destroy Yuuei."

"You won't win..."

"Oh, really?" Tomura laughs, "Because if you payed attention, you'll know I already did."

The savage moves, tries to reach his sword, but Tomura kicks it out of reach. He squats next to him, takes out his knife and buried it under the skin of his cheek, ignoring the savage's cry of pain. Tomura traces the contours of the flower that is born in the right temple and extends over the eye.

By the time he finishes, his hands are covered in blood, but in them he holds a piece of skin where the blue hyacinth flower is clearly visible.






Hosu's attack is devastating. The scattered troops along the coast face an invisible enemy. No alpha is aware of the attack, they all remain paralyzed, wrapped in the aroma of honey and milk, unable to resist. The troops lose their captains and more than half their strength. The betas, immune to incense, are ambushed, outnumbered in men and information; many escape, they flee back to the coast, unable to understand what is happening.






Shino and Yawara find the king's group, or what's left of it, staggering down the main street. Immediately Yawara pushes to Ken, one of the beta that loads with his majesty, gives Ryouko to him and he himself is in charge to raise to the king on his back before undertaking the way towards the coast.

"Where's Sir Nighteye?" Shino asks what Ken shakes his head unable to say a word.

They are about thirty paces from the nearest boat when they hear a voice behind them.

"Hey, wait."

Shino turns to welcome Masukyura who is advancing towards them.

"What are you doing here?" Shino asks, scanning her surroundings in search of his troop. "Where are the others?"

"We've got separated." Masukyura answers, stopping in front of Yawara. "That looks heavy, let me help you."

Yawara hesitates, a fraction of a second, and immediately thickens the scent around them with a warning that Shino immediately grasps. Masukyura also detects it because he moves quickly, without hesitation, wields his dagger and launches himself against Yawara.

Shino is on him the next moment, but the strength and reflexes of the alpha is amazing. Shino does not manage to dodge the elbow that breaks her nose, but she hears Yawara's roar of fury and when she manages to shake off the pain she sees the two fighting in a fierce way while a beta drags the unconscious king towards the ships and Ken returns after leaving Ryuoko at the ship.

When Shino approaches she discovers with horror that Masukyura's dagger protrudes from the king's back, sunk to the hilt. She is about to bend over and help when Yawara's scent of urgency catches her attention.

Shino runs to where Masukyura is pressing his knee against Yawara's neck. With her nose throbbing with pain, Shino pounces on the back of the alpha and holds him by the neck with her arm exerting force backwards to force him back.

The strength of the alpha is immense, with one hand holding her hair and with the other holding her arm; he tightens his wrist until Shino screams from the pressure on her bone. However, the distraction works because Yawara manages to push his body, moves the knee that presses his neck and pushes Masukyura aside, then throws a punch that the alpha avoids when throwing Shino against her partner.

Without wasting time both rearm their defensive posture by standing in Masukyura's path towards the king.

"You will have to die, betas." Murmurs the alpha getting ready to fight.

"And they will," another voice murmurs.

A thin man with light skin and blue-washed hair approaches them from the main road. Shino studies him intently, trying to identify him, but her eyes stop at the piece of skin in his hand.

"Is that...?" She cannot help saying and the stranger laughs.

"Oh, yes, it's another piece for my collection. I think I'll add yours. I like the catnip flower you have on your cheek."

Before Shino replies, Yawara issues a subtle withdrawal signal. Masukyura detects it, but he reacts slowly because he is not used to their signals. They run towards the boat that moves away from the coast. They splash with water up to their knees until they manage to board while the blue-haired man laughs out loud.






"We need a doctor!" Taishiro shouts as he helps transport the king to his quarters.

Jin watches him go away with the king's group of personal healers, he observes with indifference the trace of blood left in his path and directs his attention towards Ryouko, motionless and with her eyes open, who is also being transported indoors. Finally, he focuses his attention on the rest of the group: Yawara tries to recompose Shino's nose and Ken seeks to overcome his stupor. Jin tries not to let the disappointment show on his face.

"Where are the others?" Taishiro asks when he returns to the deck.

"How's the king?" Jin asks modulating his tone of consternation.

"The doctor's with him. I didn't stay long to listen to a diagnosis. Where's Sir Nighteye?"

Ken Takagi answers. "He stayed to defend our rear."

"And Tsunagu?"

"He was with him."

"How did they ambush them?"

The question is for Shino who has her head between her knees, struggling to control the pain.

"They betrayed us," she raises her bloody face and looks at him with anger. "Masukyura ... the bastard was with them!"

"What are you talking about?" Jin asks, containing the urge to growl.

"It was him who stabbed the king! It was him who attacked us on the coast! Everything was a trap! ...They wanted us inside the harbor."

"What happened?" Taishiro intervenes.

"I don't know. There was something in the air. It smelled... it smelled sweet. Like honey, but it wasn't the same. I smelled like my sister... like when she was... when she was about to have my nephew ... It smelled like an omega."

"There were omega prisoners helping the enemy?" Jin asks calmly.

"It wasn't natural," Yawara intervenes. "It smelled like honey and milk, but I was also able to detect the aroma of poppy and valerian. Both were faint, imperceptible at first... but their effect was immediate. As soon as Ryouko breathed it in, her body lost its defensive posture, I saw her relax, and the more she breathed, the less she stopped moving, until she stayed still, she didn't answer when I tried to call her."

"Tomoko," the name breaks on Shino's lips. She takes a deep breath and tries again. "Tomoko also reacted the same. She remained immobile. She didn't rebel, not even when the demons went to her."

Yawara kneels beside her and rubs her back with affection.

"The same thing happened with the king's party," mutters Ken, hunched over in his place, looking at his bloody hands. "It was Sir Nighteye who ordered us to drag Todoroki-ou back to the ships. The king... the king didn't move whatsoever. We had to push him while Sir Nighteye organized the defense on our backs. "He raises his eyes and lets his eyes wander from the Cats to Jin and back. "How can they... how did they managed do that?"

"They neutralized every one of the alphas with that aroma," commented Shino, looking at Jin and Taishiro.

" We don't need any absurd conclusions." Answers Jin raising his hands;

"It's not absurd! Ryouko, Tomoko... and the king!"

"It's still a guess," says Jin before turning to Ken. "Were there any alphas obeying Sir Nighteye's orders?"

"I dont know... everything happened so fast."

"There you have it," Jin says, looking at Shino. "Maybe it's a coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Growls Shino as she stands up.

"It's something we have to investigate."

"Do you plan to send more troops?"

"Our mission was to disable this harbor."

"Ordering an attack without knowing what that thing is is stupid!

"Stupidity is to wait for a counterattack!"

"Why don't you blindfold us and throw us overboard?! It'll be faster!"

"Don't be absurd! You'll do what I say!"

"You are not my king! I don't owe you obedience!"

"I am in charge and I have orders to comply!"

"You are a fool if you don't listen to what we have told you!"

"Enough!" Taishiro interjects and looks at them harshly, imposing himself. "Both of you. Our priority at this moment is the king. We have to go back."

"We can't go back," interrupts the healer who comes to join them.

"What's the diagnosis?" Jin asks.

"I'm afraid the knife pierced the lung, but since Todoroki-ou is under deep sedation, I have no way of confirming it."

"What kind of sedation?" Taishiro intervenes

"I don't know, his body doesn't show visible signs of stress or pain. He doesn't react to our questions, his heart rate is very slow, and that's what has kept the blood loss to a minimum, it also stopped the spreading of the poison, but..."


"We have extracted the blade and by the smell we can affirm that it was corrupted, we still can't identify the composition. We'll have to monitor his condition for a couple of days."

"We can't stay here."

The king won't survive the return trip. We need him to regain consciousness, I need for him to be out of danger before considering submitting him to the stress of the journey."

"Okay," Jin exclaims taking control. "We'll wait."

"We have to send a patrol to look for others," Shino exclaims. "We have to warn them of the danger!"

"I'll go," announces Taishiro. "I'll bring them back."

"Very well, Shino and Yawara will go with you."

"No," says Shino. "We'll stay with the king. It's our obligation."

Jin is ready to protest when Taishiro intervenes.

"It's for the best. I'll take five escort ships and we'll go for them. Shino, you'll stay with the king, but remember that Jin is in charge, it's your obligation to obey him."

Shino nods stiffly. Jin says goodbye to them and leaves to distribute obligations.






Aizawa's ship crosses the sea at an impressive speed. The winds are on his side and they get to travel the sea in just ten days without having to face any serious storm. Unfortunately, they arrive too late. His ship raffles the escort ships until it stops next to the real ship, as soon as Aizawa jumps to the deck Shino intercepts it.

"Where were you?!" Replies the woman with a swollen nose and black eyes.

Aizawa is surprised to see her, but her urgency is even greater.

"I have to talk to the king."

"Todoroki-ou is unconscious," replies Jin appearing next to him. "Where do you come from?"

"And Sir Nighteye?"

Shino takes a breath and explains it to him. Two days have passed, but her voice is still breaking when she talks about Tomoko, when that happens she takes a breath and resumes her story immediately. She talks about the battle, about the smoke with the smell of omega, about the loss of the right hand of the king and the captain of his guard. She explains that only the patriarchs of each family of the court that Taishiro tries to reach remain of the royal council.

"A small fleet of ships attacked us yesterday," Shino concludes with his controlled voice, "but we managed to repel it. We had to get away from the port to avoid being cornered."

"I've arrived too late."

"Where's the prince?" Jin asks sternly. "Your job is to keep him safe."

When thinking of Shouto, Aizawa reacts.

"I need a ship, I need Shino and Yawara to come with me."

"Why?" When Aizawa tries to divert the conversation, Jin straightens up. "The king left me in charge, that means that I am responsible for his son. You have an obligation to tell me what you've been doing and why the prince isn't with you."

Aizawa looks at Shino who nods stiffly. Despite his reluctance, he tells them about the rescue of the alpha puppies, the hijacking of beta boats, the existence of the drug and the alliance between Hosu and Overhaul.

"Who told you this?" Jin asks in a tense voice.

"That doesn't matter now. Everything that's been said has turned out to be true. Including Masukyura's betrayal, although I didn't expect it to be him," he says, staring at Jin.

"Where is the prince?"

Aizawa is silent.

"You'll tell me now or I'll take your silence as an affront to the king himself." When the silence is prolonged, Jin swings his head in an attempt to relax his muscles. "Bring the captain."

Jin's authority over the beta crew is absolute because at his command two men leave the deck to fulfill their mandate.

"Hold him." He orders later and another group of guards cling to Aizawa who tries to move away. "Don't let him intervene."

As soon as the captain shows up in front of them, Jin prevails.

"I am Jin Bubaigawara and at this moment I am the highest authority that exists below the king. You will tell me exactly what you did from the moment your ship left the port for the first time."

The captain takes a breath and tells him. As soon as he finishes talking, Jin starts to laugh. He calms down enough to take a breath.

"I'm sorry, but the idea is hilarious," says Jin, staring at Aizawa. "You're saying that our prince, the heir to the crown, is in a hostile land, in the hands of a suspect who could well sell him to our enemies to recover his position? And you allowed it to happen?"

"Kamui is trustworthy, as long as Shouto listens to his recommendations he'll be safe."

"I wouldn't put my faith in one of them. Guards! Lock him up."

"What are you doing?" Shino protests furiously.

"He's put the life of our prince in danger! Shota Aizawa, I remove you from your obligations until you can confirm that your imprudent actions have not resulted in the death of our prince."

"You can't do this!" Shouts Shino.

Jin ignores her. "If the prince dies because of you, I'll make sure your punishment is exemplary."

"You can't do this," Aizawa says with all the authority he possesses as the guards drag him into the cellar.

"The king won't forgive you," says Shino. 

"When the king wakes up, he can give his opinion on this matter."

But that same night Enji Todoroki, sovereign of Yuuei, dies; and almost at the same time a black crow flies from the ground to the stern of the ship. Jin caresses its plumage and places the message in the bag of its leg. The note is a piece of rolled paper that says:

The king is dead and his heir walks around Hosu.

Jin stays there until the bird loses sight without ever stopping smiling.


Chapter Text

There are customs, traditions, that are lost as time passes; some are forgotten, others are transformed into something completely different. Few are those that survive the passage of time.

In the islands there are many traditions. One of them is that at the age of twelve the young alpha are sent to train for four years in nautical matters. The intention is to teach them to navigate, to recognize currents, how to face a sea serpent and survive in storms. Since fishing is Kohei's main commercial activity, every alpha, even those who decide not to become sailors, must have basic training at sea.

One of the traditions that has fallen into disuse is the delivery of the myosotis flower. Many years ago, when the young alphas were preparing to leave for their training at sea, some used to give a flower of myosotis with the intention of establishing a commitment to courtship. The flower was a question in itself.

"Will you wait for me?"

The tradition dictated that the alphas would climb the mountains in search of the flower, which grew on high ground, at the home of feathered serpents. The task itself involved a trip of several days, it was in turn a demonstration of the kind of commitment that the suitors were willing to offer, and of the dangers they were willing to face. The risk was high and many returned with open wounds, so the adults in the village tried to change the tradition. It took time and effort, but eventually it became customary to offer a seashell, much easier to find and of longer lifespan.






In the spring that Katsuki turns twelve, the tradition of the flower of myosotis is a distant memory, unknown to most, remembered by a few.

Every day Katsuki gets up early and walks the beach looking for a perfect seashell. None of those he finds meet his standards, so the boy returns with a bad mood for breakfast.

Izuku is waiting inside, sitting at the dining room table, chatting animatedly with his mother.

"Have you returned?" Mitsuki asks with a mocking smile that makes him angry.

"If you're talking to me, it's because I'm here," he growls between his teeth as he drops into the chair next to Izuku.

"Did you find it?" Mitsuki asks with that tone of voice that indicates that she knows what he has been doing.

Katsuki looks at her and growls.

"Shut up."

"You've been trained since very early, Kacchan."

"It's not your business, Deku," he replies while his father serves him.

He eats with his head glued to the plate while his mother makes Izuku laugh, he listens to him chatting about the new remedies he has obtained and how excited he is to accompany his father to the capital in search of ingredients. Katsuki keeps his mouth shut and entertains himself with his meal until everyone has finished and Izuku says goodbye.

"I'll come back when you finish your training, Kacchan."


Izuku smiles nervously and leaves. As soon as his footsteps are not heard anymore his mother turns and looks at him with raised eyebrows.

"If you treat him like that, he'll not accept your seashell."

"Haah?!" He drops his spoon violently and straightens up to face his mother. "Shut up!"

"It's just advice, don't be a jackass with the person to whom you're going to offer a seashell!"

"Advice!?" He jumps out of his chair and points "Why would I want advice from someone who didn't give my father a seashell?!"

"Who says - ?"

"He doesn't have one! I know!"

"Because I gave him - !"

At that moment his father intervenes. His scent floods the house, dense, calm, filled with tranquility. Katsuki sees his mother inhale deeply, he witnesses how the aroma calms her, sees her lose the stiffness in her neck and her pupils calm down.

Against his will, Katsuki stops feeling violent.

"It's late," says Masaru, looking at them firmly. "And the teacher should never be late."

Katsuki leaves his house without saying goodbye, he does not even wait for his mother because he knows her, as soon as he arrives at the training zone he begins with his stretching exercises. The rest of his companions imitate him and when his mother arrives, twenty minutes later, they are ready to train with short swords.

The training manages to calm his anxiety, but in the end he feels it again, even more intense and suffocating than before; while he is helping his mother to collect and store all the materials he cannot help but ask her.

"What did you give him?"

His mother does not even pretend not to know what he's talking about. She bites her lip, keeps silent and seems to have an argument with herself.

"A flower of myosotis," she confesses quietly as they walk back home for their afternoon meal.

"A what?"

"They call it the forget-me-not flower," his mother replies before telling him about lost ancient traditions and their meaning.

That afternoon Katsuki eats in silence, in the afternoon he accompanies Izuku to swim and sits with the alpha around his age who spend hours talking about seashells and prospects. That night, after dinner, when the whole house is under a blanket of silence and darkness, Katsuki gets up to rummage through the kitchen.

He freezes when hiss mother's scent appears through the door.

"You'll need more food than that."

Katsuki does not move, he has a bag half full with dried fruit and bread in his hand.

"I can make a map," she adds as she pulls out a chair to sit down, placing her lamp on the table.

"No," his voice, although fai nt whisper, manages to convey his reluctance.

Instead of becoming indignant, his mother smiles.

"That's what I said." She rests her chin on her hand as if the situation is funny. "Our family has maintained the tradition for years. My mother went to look for it, and before her, her father. It seems that we like challenges. Your father made me promise that I wouldn't let you go, but I can't forbid you if I don't see you, right? I'll distract Izuku while you are away."

She gets up quietly and leaves, leaving her lamp for him.







The scream is full of emotion, of happiness, when he raises his eyes he finds Izuku running towards him, but he stops abruptly at an arm length away and wrings his hands anxiously.

Katsuki remembers how touchy Izuku used to be when they were little, but he cannot remember when he stopped the habit. Maybe since that time at the forest, when they were trapped in the rain.

Sometimes Katsuki dreams of going back to that day.

"You're back, Kacchan! Where did you go?!"

"Stop screaming, Deku."

"I'm sorry, but you left without saying anything... and your mother didn't want to—"

"Did you talk to my mother?"

"I went to have breakfast at your house as usual and your mother told me many stories: The first time she won a tournament, how excited she was when she left to train, the first time she faced a sea serpent, did you knew about the time she gave your father a blue flower to court him?"

"She told you about that?"

"Yes! I didn’t even know that used to be a tradition!... "

Izuku prattles on about the blue flower and about his parents, until Katsuki gets fed up.

"Come," he orders and Izuku silences himself at once. They move away from the village to the dense area near the beach "What did my mother told you about that blue flower?"

Izuku smiles and repeats the same story that Katsuki knows; while listening to him, Katsuki tries to contain his anxiety. He has a knot in his stomach and his hands do not stop sweating, he feels like running and screaming.

He stops suddenly and Izuku imitates him. For a long time neither of them says anything, Katsuki is sure that Izuku can detect his impatience and anxiety, but refrains from saying anything.

In the end he manages to gather enough courage.

"I'm not going to give you a seashell, Deku," he says, swallowing the ball of nerves that has stuck in his throat. When he sees Izuku's displeased face he feels his stomach melt into bubbling acids. "I'm not going to cut a flower for you either, those things die."

Izuku pales, nods and is about to open his mouth and ruin everything when Katsuki takes him by the elbow and makes him cross through the row of bushes that covers the clearing. He drags him to one of the trees in the area, and forces him to squat down next to him. Shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg.

"Here we will plant a field."

The 'if you want to' is implied and Katsuki does not waste time vocalizing it. In his place he contemplates Izuku's expression, who observes the three buds of newly planted blue flowers, each one with three equal flowers and small buds that promise to open soon.

Those green eyes study the petals with an obsessive attention, they go through the shape of the leaves, the petals, the thin stems, then they turn towards him and Katsuki experiences, not for the first time, the electric waves that shakes him from head to toe.

Izuku has immense, dark green eyes like wet moss. They are bright and deep with an infinity of thoughts behind.

"I'm going away, so I'm not going to give you a flower that will be dead by next week," Katsuki repeats, wanting to drown in the green well that is Izuku; he moves next to him, putting pressure on his shoulder. Still looking at him he points to the flowers. "So we'll plant a field. You'll be able to come every day. They'll expand throughout this area and whenever you see them you'll remember... when you see them you'll think..."

He cannot verbalize the end of his speech.

Yet he does not need to do it because Izuku smiles at him, a beautiful smile, exuberant and delicate, all cheeks and happiness.

"I'd remember you even though I didn't have a single blue flower, Katsuki."

And when he hears his name he feels that something blossoms inside him, it is warm and immense. Extraordinary.

But that's until Izuku loses his smile and Katsuki finds out why. There, in front of them, a man with purple skin, white hair and a malicious smile materializes. A man who rams towards them, destroying everything in his path.






Katsuki wakes up with a start, his body is covered in cold sweat and he cannot control his breathing. It takes a moment to shake off the feeling of emptiness and bitterness.

If only…

If he didn't…

He shakes his head and forces himself not to sink into the sea of guilt that ate him away during the first years. Instead he leaves the bed and goes out into the yard. The prison remains silent, most of them asleep, gathering their strength to start the journey at dawn; a small group stands guard, but he tries to ignore them.

The rain has turned into a light drizzle so Katsuki takes to climb the battlements to look at the moon. He leans against the railing, wraps the perfume bottle between his hands and places it against his lips.

Within him impatience is stirred, his desire to go out, to seek the prince of Yuuei, to question him about the perfume, but he knows that he must not make mistakes, he cannot go wrong. Izuku is at the other side of the sea and he has to find him.

It has been more than four years, but he still has a promise to fulfill.

I'll be back, I have to go back.

And somewhere, high in the mountains, a small blue flower with five petals flutters in the wind. Will you wait for me?


Chapter Text

From afar, the caravan seems to be a group of ordinary soldiers: Six wagons guided by riders covered in black, a troop of soldiers up front, on the flanks and in the rear, all dressed in their unmistakable army uniform and covered with thick layers specially made to travel in the rain.

But up close and under a more detailed examination the differences are easily exposed. At first the soldiers advance without the coordination that characterizes the militia, there are no formations, there are no ranks, there are no superiors riding and supervising the caravan. In second the soldiers have problems handling the beasts of load that seem to always choose the smoothest route, where the tires of the wagons finish sinking, that makes clear that the troop do not know the zone.

Despite their difficulties, the group does not move blindly. They have soldiers in the flanks studying the surroundings in search of threats, every so often they send small outposts in three directions with the intention of choosing the most accessible route, at night they make guard rotations to avoid surprises or ambushes, and the most important of everything is that they have explorers cleaning the area through which they pass.

So no, they are not a group commanded by an army captain, but they certainly have a leader who guides them.

Togaru has been two days after them since he crossed the group on his hunting day. At first his intention had been to hide until he lost sight of them, he knew that if they found him there would be many questions and he preferred to avoid them. That was before he understood that the caravan was made up of people who were not originally from the area.

Now Togaru is trying to guess if the troop has been sent by the General himself. 

As he has the advantage of knowing the region, knowing where the best camping and hunting areas are and having all the possible shortcuts, Togaru has no problems finding hiding places where he can observe the group as they advance. He always moves through the high zone where the trees are thickest, far from their explorers and their hunting ground.

For almost three days Togaru attends the same routine: the wagons move slowly along the muddy roads, sometimes the wheels get stuck and the group gathers to help, they rest three times a day, the first ones are short stops to eat and to de-stress the legs, the last one is at dusk where the whole camp is installed. They light fire in the rain and soon the patrols spread around while the rest of the group sleeps. The next day the routine starts again.

Togaru gets bored, he was seriously thinking about turning around and leaving, until he gets to see the leader's face.

Among many hooded people it is difficult to follow the group leader's trail, the guy is in constant movement and only distinguishes himself from the rest when he starts pointing and everyone moves to obey. Togaru has lost the hope of identifying him, luckily for him, the rain stops on the third day and the whole caravan welcomes the sun.

Perched on his tree Togaru leans over the branch with his eyes on the leader, who begins to mobilize the rest. Around him many have begun to discover themselves, but he keeps giving orders without showing intentions to imitate them.

'Come on,' Togaru thinks anxiously. 'Take off your hood, who are you? Dabi? Shigaraki?' 

When the leader finally discovers his head, Togaru blinks confusedly. The guy is too young and does not have the strong and broad constitution that characterizes all the captains of the militia; his face is pale, like white milk, he has no horns in his blond hair or any other characteristic sign.

Then the leader of the group imitates the rest and strips naked to wash. As soon as he removes his overalls from his uniform, Togaru sees it.

The red flower just above his heart.


Togaru's body shakes with fear and his hands fly towards his things, in two beats he arms his posture with his bow tense and ready to shoot. It stops when it manages to process that the leader is not the only one. All the men around him exhibit a flower on his chest, shoulders, or back.

An assault troop.

The enormity of the situation shakes Togaru. He has seen the ships on the horizon and knows that the savages have arrived for the war, but he is surprised to see a group of them so far from the coast.

'How did they get here? Where did they get those uniforms? Where are they going?'

That last question makes him react. No doubt the assault troop intends to clear the area, perhaps they intend to attack the villages by posing as army guards.

'I have to warn the Colonel. We have to prepare an offensive line. We have to expel them from our lands.'

Togaru studies once more the leader of the savages, leaves his tree and runs straight back to his home.






Nightmares have accompanied Denki since he lost his home. Sometimes he dreams of his mother bathed in blood, sometimes he remembers his father withering in his bed, but most of the time he dreams of the dark cells, about the first time they took him there, the fear and terror of losing his bandages. He dreams about the hands of Nubia and with her empty rug. He dreams that he falls down a well and wakes up feeling the vertigo of the fall.

It was customary to wake up three or four times at night, shake their heads, inhale the familiar aroma of confinement and emptiness to go back to sleep and repeat the sequence.

He still has nightmares, still dreams of black cells, occasionally dreams of his youngest self lying in a cell inside a moving ship, but now he also dreams of steel fingers that close over his throat. He dreams with merciless eyes that look at him while they try to kill him.

He wakes up with a ragged breath and the ghostly sensation of his thumbs pressed against his trachea, but instead of inhaling the scent of the cell, what he smells is the rain. If he turns, he can feel the earth against his cheek and the felling is enough to ward off his nightmares.

It is still early when Denki straightens up carefully, trying not to wake up anyone. He gets up and advances on tiptoe among his sleeping companions. Wrapped in his blanket he approaches the edge of the improvised tent; one side of the tent is attached to one of the wagons and on the other are stakes that keep it fixed against the ground, leaving the front and back uncovered.

Denki sits on the edge and extends a hand outwards. The soft drizzle is cold, but it does not compare to the cold in the prison.

They have been free for five days and Denki still cannot believe it. Sometimes he is afraid to wake up back in prison, on his rug, without the strength to face another day; but every time that fear tries to install itself, he just needs to remove the hood of his uniform and inhale strongly. It smells like rain, wet earth, plants... It smells like freedom.

Every time he breathes, Denki wants to laugh, but he knows that if he does, the sobs and wails will return and there is no time for that. As much as he wants to take off his boots and splash in the puddles while screaming with joy, he cannot afford it.

Denki extends both hands towards the rain, forms a hole with them and when he gathers enough water he washes his face. He epeats the process until his skin feels cold and clean, then he rinses his mouth and combs his hair with wet hands. What he really wants to do is to bathe, but he still does not feel ready to take off his uniform.

He is afraid that if he takes it away he will not be able to use it again and the very idea of going back to the fundoshi fills him with dread. He assumes that they all share the same irrational fear because, although everyone is used to bathing every day, none has taken the trouble to voice out the request. 

So Denki grooms himself as best he can without taking off his clothes, then he folds his blanket and moves away from his group towards the wagon they have next to them. Inside sleep the omegas in heat. Denki opens the door and immediately the omega that stands guard at the entrance wakes up. As soon as she recognizes him, Chieko smiles.

“Good morning, is the sun up?”

“Not yet, you can still sleep more, I just come to leave my blanket. How are you?”

“Well, Andu woke up at midnight, crying, but we managed to calm her down. Everyone is exhausted and hungry, do you think we can enlarge the morning rations?”

“I'll see what I can do, do you need more panax?”

“Not for now, we are saving it for when it is necessary. How are the other groups?”

“I was just about to go over there. Rest, as soon as the sun rises I'll send someone to help you with the breakfast rations.”

Denki closes the door, puts on his hood and runs the four meters that separate him from the other wagon. He finds Ochako awake, with her eyes fixed on the door and clutching her knife with a white-knuckled hand. Although her eyes lose alarm when she recognizes Denki, at no time does she make any gesture to release her weapon.

"You're awake," murmurs Denki calmly, reaching out to pet her hair.

“I couldn’t sleep,” answers Ochako without smiling. “I heard noises outside and I thought…”

She does not finish her sentence, but it is not necessary because Denki remembers the first day when one of the alpha caught the aroma of an omega and lost his head. From that day, the guards were installed and it was customary to have an omega by the door watching.

"It’s okay," says Denki, trying to calm her down. "Sleep now, I'm awake.”

He strokes the edge of her hair until her fist relaxes and she manages to fall asleep. Denki closes the door and gives a nod to the alpha guarding both wagons. It is still early, but instead of falling asleep, Denki moves away from here.

The last omega group sleeps next to the third wagon, the wounded and sick rest in the vehicle. Discounting all the losses due to the battle in prison, for the wounds and the dead in the cells, their total number has been reduced and most of them are omega.

Inside the wagons number four and five all the food is stored, next to them half of the alpha group sleeps, and the rest is around the area, guarding or exploring. Beyond that group is the first wagon, next to which nobody wants to sleep.

Nobody except the leader, who always sets up his campfire next to the wagon that carries the incense packages.

The caravan had been prepared by the prison guards; they had packed the food and enlisted the transports, so they only had to procure uniforms and boots for the trip. When they were preparing to leave the fortress many insisted on leaving the vehicle behind, but the alpha did not yield and his will prevailed, Denki has never asked him why.

He knows there is no guarantee that he will receive an answer.

During his trip, Denki has learned a few things from the alpha: His patience is minimal, he does not like to relate to the rest, he always takes the heaviest surveillance turns, he never answers personal questions—he managed to tear out his last name by bothering and insisting—and apparently does not sleep because Denki always finds him watching.

Like now.

"What's wrong?" Asks Bakugou as soon as Denki stops next to the driver's seat. He asks the question without turning, watching the herd of animals that sleept peacefully under a makeshift tarp.

From where he is—Denki’s head is at the height of the seat—it is easy to see the glass vial that the alpha rotates between his fingers.

“Here,” he extends the cloth bag that he sewed the previous afternoon. When the alpha does not make a gesture to take the gift, Denki adds: “I sewed an inner lining with rice to keep it from moving too much; it will cushion the blow in case it falls. The string is thick enough if you want to wear it around your neck. Better that than having it in your pocket where it will end up breaking.”

When the alpha turns his hooded face towards him, Denki faces his grim look with all the strength he can muster. He keeps his hand extended until finally the alpha takes the bag from his hand. Without waiting for a thank you, Denki walks around the front of the wagon that leans against the wet floor and climbs into the passenger seat.

He rubs his hands, yawns and pretends that he does not realize how carefully the alpha puts the jar inside the bag. He still remembers the aroma, the faint essence of basil and mint, but what he will never forget is the powerful reaction he unleashed. Every time he remembers the aroma of burning wood, his stomach shrinks.

He removes the memory with a mental slap while the alpha finishes hanging the bag around his neck and hides it under his uniform.

“Do you think the rain will ever stop?”

“The clouds look less dense. It’s most likely that today the sky clears.”

The idea gets him excited. Denki raises his eyes, but cannot see more than dark grey clouds.

“If the sun rises, can we take the day off?”

“No. Our current pace is slow enough, we won’t delay it more.”

Once, Denki would have remained silent, he would not even have asked the question in prison, but now that he breathes in clean, cold air and can stretch his limbs out in the rain, he finds no reason to be silent. His old self, buried under layers of fear and anxiety, pokes his head and stretches, the scent of oranges emanates from him in faint tones that speak of submission and sweetness.

“But traveling with the wagons is difficult,” his voice is full of soft nuances, those that appeal to the protective nature of any alpha. “We’re continually stuck and the animals are too stubborn to obey. The sick resent the trip, and the omega—"

“Enough. We’re not going to stop even one day.”

Denki wrinkles his nose, unaffected by the sudden change of the alpha's smell. It stirs up in its place and the aroma of orange thickens around it in an attempt to get the alpha to soften. It is only with him whom he dares to use that tactic, the he used to do at home when he wanted Allana to pay attention to him.

Bakugou's response is to turn and look at him with a frown.

“I said no.”

“Just one day.”

More than a request, the words have the playful timbre associated with flirting. Denki cannot help it, the aroma around him sweetens, his posture relaxes and he even dares to reach out and push gently.

“Only for today,” he repeats without stopping smiling.

Bakugou's nose wrinkles, his frown pronounces even more. In a quick movement he pushes him with his elbow and growls:

“If you don’t stop with those stupid things, you’ll end up with your face on the ground.”

Instead of being embarrassed, Denki laughs, both at the gesture and at the sudden sense of security that invades him. Knowing that the alpha does not see him as a prospect fills him with a freedom and confidence impossible to explain.

“What’s up?”

His laughter dies as he turns to the voice. The redheaded alpha—Eijirou Kirishima—is standing, looking at them. He recognizes him by his voice, by the shape of his body when standing in the rain in all its height. He recognizes him by his eyes, by the way he looks at him. 

"Good morning," replies Denki, refraining from using the name that the alpha has not stopped repeating every time they speak. He straightens in his place, trying not to writhe in discomfort.

“Hello, Denki.”

Every time he hears his name pronounced in the alpha's silky tones his stomach collapses, melts inside him in hot pieces. Denki chokes when he remember those hugs that smell like saffron. Sometimes he dreams of that moment in the rain and he cannot shake off the electrifying feeling.

“What are you talking about?”

Denki shrugs.

“About taking a day off.”

"We're not going to stop," answers Bakugou without hesitation.

In response Denki wrinkles his nose and dares to push the alpha with his open palm. He does it with force, as if they were both equals, he rebozes confidence and it is completely different from the soft and tempting gesture he used before.

"We could stop," Kirishima intervenes, drawing their attention. "These days have been exhausting and everyone would appreciate a break." 

The emotion flows in Denki, his expression lights up, his back straightens, his happiness disperses in the air flooding the forest with the scent of fresh morning juice.

"Yes!" He says loudly, raising his fists in the air. "That would be awesome.”

“We don’t have time—” Bakugou starts but Kirishima interrupts him.

“We could take advantage of the day to do more tests with incense; In addition, the map we have shows that there is another prison nearby. We could send a group to inspect it.”

Bakugou grunted. "I thought you were in a hurry to find your prince.”

“Todoroki-ouji has at least a week's worth of advantage; right now he should be safely aboard on the Fleet's ships. In his letter he told us that he'll send troops to recover the prison. It's most likely that they are on their way. Resting for a day won't change anything.”

"It might not change anything, but every day we spend in this damn place the chances for an ambush increases." 

“That possibility will exist even if we continue advancing without rest, but at least in this way we could minimize the danger of the wagons sliding down a slippery slope. The herd of animals are tired and they have become difficult to handle.”

Bakugou growls while Denki holds his breath.

"Very well," he says after a moment of grinding his teeth. "We'll stop for today.”


“But—!” Adds the blonde looking at Denki irritably. "It won't be a day to loiter. We have work to do.”

"Of course!" Denki nods, jumping out of the wagon.

“And you’ll participate in the incense tests.”

“I don’t think that's necessary—”

"I will," replies Denki, cutting off Kirishima's protest. "But since we'll use the day to gather strength, can we double today's ration?"

The blond's face darkens, “Okay,” he spits with annoyance. “The area is full of game animals. A double ration will not affect our provisions.”

Denki smiles and walks away before anyone changes their mind. At no time does he turns to look back.






"I should leave them all here," Katsuki growls as he gets off the wagon. "Especially you and your stupid, complacent face.”

The other awakens from his contemplation and begins to babble. It is surprising that even under the hood he can distinguish the sound of his nervous smile.

"I don't know what you mean with a complacent face, but only I can ask Todoroki-ouji about pheromones. And we cannot abandon the rest of the group.”

“Shut up! I don’t need reminders. This stop will delay our itinerary.”

“So you do understand that it is necessary.”

“Dammit! You don’t have to repeat what I already know. The only thing that makes me sick is seeing you asking for his approval.”

“What...?! What are you—?”

“Enough! Leave your stupid, useless verbiage!”

Katsuki opens the car doors and takes a moment to extend the map they took from the prison captain's offices. It shows the roads, the villages, the position of the rivers and the fortresses. Katsuki takes a moment to measure the distance to the nearest prison and another to make calculations of time.

“At least it's close.”

“How close?”

“A light patrol could make the trip last half a day without any breaks to rest.”

“We can wait for them.”

“Yes,” says Katsuki pausing to decide. “We'll send a small group. Two, no, three people. They will travel with basic provisions. Go and collect information.”

“And look for survivors.”

“After a week? I don’t think so. The prisoners can barely take a few days without food. It's impossible for someone to remain alive for that long.”

“We'll see.”

Katsuki sighs.

“Well, since you insist, you'll go.”


“Yes, you, the stupid ponytail and me.”

“You mean Hiryu?”

“What makes you think I know his name?” He walks away with the rolled map in his hand, gesturing to the most distant sentinels. “We'll travel light, minimal provisions and small weapons. Ready our things.”

Kirishima obeys and Katsuki heads towards the alpha's bonfire while the sky above him begins to clear. Many have their heads uncovered, others keep their hoods on even though it has stopped raining.

“Today we won’t advance,” he announces loudly and immediately everyone's voices rise up around him. “You,” he points to the boy with the blue bandana on his forehead. Although he doesn’t know his name he knows he comes from the islands, Katsuki has seen him work and has never given him problems. “You’ll stay in charge. If we don’t come back tomorrow morning, you can move, we‘ll catch up. Here's the map with the route mapped,” he hands over the rolled paper. “Today's rations will be double, and you all will make incense tests throughout the day.”

Murmurs of protest rise among the group, but Katsuki silences them with a sinister grunt.

“No complaints! If we’re attacked, our weakness is the incense! We have to find a way to counteract it. That’s the difference between life and death!”

Silence sets in, some settle with expressions of iron determination. Katsuki takes a moment to look at each one of them before resuming his speech.

“The patrols will maintain their rotation. Those who are free will participate in the hunting group. Don't walk off too far and don't deaw attention. The pieces collected will be cleaned by the omega—“

"Omega?" Shouts someone, their voice distilling outrage and disbelief.

“Do you know how to do it?” Katsuki's questions them and when nobody answers, he continues. “I don’t want to come back and hear any complaints. Our top priority is to get out of here. Don't do stupid shit!”

A chorus of agreement follows his words and immediately everyone disperses. Several of them take advantage of the rest day to start uncover their faces, some get naked to bathe. The boy in the bandana immediately approaches him.

“What...?” Asks Katsuki taking off his hood.

“I'm Yosetsu,” the alpha is presented without flinching. “Who'll go with you?”

“Only two more. The rest stays here.”

“When do you plan to return?”

“Tomorrow, but don’t wait for us. Follow my orders.”

“What if you need reinforcements?”

“Your work is here, nothing more.”

“As you say.”

“One more thing, do you identify the blond omega?”

“Your omega—“

"He's not mine! But you know who I'm talking about.”


“Well, he stays in charge of his group. If you need something from them, you ask him. And if he asks for something, you give it to him.”

Yosetsu nods and withdraws. Once everything is ready Katsuki uncovers his head and uses one of the rainwater buckets to wash himself. For a moment he hesitates to soak his hands inside the bucket, he knows that as soon as he does, the mint aroma will disappear and the idea manages to annoy him. At the end he tightens his lips, he undresses and bathes in a hurry, removing the sweat and mud from his body.

He shakes off the cold water and dresses quickly, without wasting time. As he heads towards breakfast area, he continues to feel in his sternum, where he can feel the cloth bag that contains Izuku's vial.







Ochako straightens and wipes her mouth with her forearm, she uses the piece of cloth she has next to her to wash her hands and then covers the nakedness of her companion with the blanket at hand. The omega purrs under the blanket and shrinks underneath to sleep again.

Around her there are faint sighs, movements from those who shake themselves in their sleep and faint brushes of skin against the skin of those who have just awakened. Ochako leans over each sleeping pair, in some cases she uses a damp cloth to cool them and if necessary she helps them with her hands and mouth to relieve their need.

It was the custom they had at the prison, where everyone took turns during the heat season to calm their companions before going to sleep and immediately upon waking up. During the day they could chew panax but now that they travel in the wagons they can do without it and keep it for special occasions.

The wagon smells like them; intermixed aromas that soften or intensify as the day progresses. Ochako bathes in it and when finally all her companions sleep she leaves the makeshift bedroom to stretch her muscles under the open sky.

It has stopped raining and the sky is a bright soft grey. The sun is hidden under the clouds and sometimes she can distinguish its rays when they go through the clouds. Ochako inhales the forest's aroma and her stomach flutters at the sensation. She smells the open field and wet leaf litter.

Yui approaches her chewing with excitement a handful of crackers.

“I come to relieve you,” she says with impetus, her back straight and with her head held high.

She is a completely different person from the shy girl who used to stoop when walking through the corridors of the prison. Ochako also feels that way: free and effervescent. Ochako still has trouble getting used to the sensation.

“Relieve me?” She asks, accepting the biscuit that Yui gives her, “But it won’t take long for us to get going.”

“We won’t travel today. We're going to rest and eat.”

Ochako's stomach struggles against fear in an involuntary reaction. Despite the joy that she can feel now after being free, the suspicion is still there, lurking inside her, stimulating her imagination and endowing her nightmares with strength.

“Where's Denki?"

“With the group that prepares the alpha's food. Our bonfire is over there," she points to the fire away from the last wagon. “Chieko is organizing the food for the sick and asked me to ask you if you could take care of the food of those who are sleeping in the wagons.”

Ochako moistens his lips and nods.

“I can do it, but first I have to talk to someone.”

She says goodbye to Yui and moves away from her wagon towards the bonfire where the alpha have lunch. She gives herself courage as she approaches because the scent surrounding the place is charged with energy and strength. Many of them look at her, yet Ochako does not dare to look back at them because she does not want to meet familiar faces from her visits to the dark cells. They are memories that she does not feel ready to face. So she walks with her head held high, despite the feeling of an iron fist that grips her stomach, with her eyes fixed on the path in front of her.

She sees Denki standing by the fire and stirring the soup in a huge metal pot. There are a handful of guys with him who serve the food without reacting to the comments that they can hear. The person Ochako is looking for is sitting near the front row, beyond the fire, with his eyes on her friend.

Ochako heads towards him.

“Hello,” she says, sitting next to Kirishima.

The alpha nods, though his attention never leaves the bonfire where the omega serves food.

“I heard we'll not travel today, why?”

“It's the first day it doesn’t rain so we’ll do tests with the incense. We'll hunt fresh food and we'll send a patrol to examine the prison nearby.”

“Another prison? What if they discover us? What if they attack us? What if they come for us?”

“The fortress will surely be empty. In the orders that we found in the captain's office they were talking about emptying the prisons and concentrating all their forces in the capital to confront the invading troops. It's most likely that there are no soldiers nearby too. All the troops have been mobilized.”

“You can’t know that for certain.”

Her bad mood escapes her by overshadowing the air around her. The aroma of chestnuts intensifies, becomes bitter, it concentrates in an attempt to get the alpha to comfort her.

Kirishima turns to look at her. “What's wrong?”

“I don’t want to stay here. I want to go home.”

“Are you afraid?”

“Who isn't? I'm afraid they'll catch us. Afraid to go back to the cages. Afraid to wake up and see that I'm back there, underground.”

“Nobody will return there, I can promise you that.”

Ochako shakes her head, unable to express with words the anxiety that is stirring inside her. She covers her face with her hands and takes a deep breath, concentrating on the scent of saffron that emanates from the person next to her. Sweet and intense, full of rich nuances that manage to alleviate her bad mood.

“Who will go?” She asks with a tired sigh.

“It'll be a small group, the idea is to go and return as soon as possible. Bakugou, Hiryu and me. We'll leave as soon as breakfast is over.”

“Who stays in charge?”


When she hears the name and she feels the tension in her shoulders dissipate. Her relief is so palpable that Kirishima turns to her.

“Do you like him?”

"You can reason with him," Ochako explains sharply. "And he has never considered us useless objects.”

“Does anyone treat you like that?”

Ochako frowns when he looks at her, hesitant to open up or leave the topic to die. In the end she shrugs in an ambiguous gesture. They remain silent for a while while the redhead finishes eating, although in reality he only plays with his food without his attention deviating from Denki.

Ochako sighs, "Why don't you go and talk to him?”

"He hates me," Kirishima explains without stuttering. "I don't know why, but he hates me. Every time I try to talk to him he shies away and he doesn't even look at me in the eyes. He doesn't stand me, he hates me.”

“You said it.”

“Why does he hates me?”

“He doesn't hate you.”

“Of course he does. He doesn't speak to me. He doesn't laugh.”

“He doesn't have many reasons to laugh.”

“He laughs with... he was laughing with him.”

“With whom?”

“You know with whom. You've seen them.”

Ochako nods. Yes, she has seen them. Everyone in the caravan has witnessed the familiarity with which Denki treats the leader. He does not even flinch when the other answers him in a bad way, despite the alpha's bad mood, Denki never seems defensive and never acts as if he was afraid of him. She understands him, the other omegas do also, but she assumes that for an alpha the situation is incomprehensible.

"He doesn’t hate you," she says softly, trying to keep her words just for them and no one else's ears. "He just doesn’t know how to treat you.”

Kirishima looks at her again, and this time his expression is of absolute stupefaction. It is such an adorable expression that Ochako smiles and softens. She explains it to him.

“Denki slept with you,” she says with the tone of a mother with infinite patience. “You weren't the first... but you were one of many... I can't tell you how long we've been underground, I really don't know, but I can tell you how many of you forced us to intimate and I would lack fingers in my hands to list them. Not everyone was friendly, not everyone knew how to control themselves, not everyone was able to tell apart a 'go on' from a 'wait'. Some don't understand that we did it to survive, to avoid even worse punishments or a terrible fate, some believe they have a right over us... The only way to prevent that from destroying us was to define a clear barrier between you and us. We all build walls. Denki has one... he doesn't hate you, but he doesn't know how to treat you. He doesn't know what you want from him.”

“But it's not like that with…”

“Because he feels safe with him. Denki knows that with him he isn’t in danger, he knows that regardless of the situation he'll never be forced to repeat what we did in the dark cells.”

Kirishima looks at her with his mouth open, Ochako can almost see the ideas and conclusions that are stirring inside his head.

“I... he doesn't speak to me... but you do…”

Ochako smiles and raises her eyebrows.

"Oh!" Exclaims Kirishima as soon as he understands. "Just like them... you feel safe with me?”


“And if I want him to stop running, I have to show him that I won't hurt him.”

“Very well, what else?”

“I have to give him his space.”


Kirishima nods absentmindedly, looks down at his plate and for a moment is silent. Finally he turns to her.

“Does that mean I shouldn’t like him? ...Because if it's like that... I don’t even know how to avoid it.”

Ochako sighs and smiles at him.






Instead of feeling free, Mina notices the knot of anxiety that grows inside her. There is something deep within herself that does not let her sleep, a warning that resonates in her ears every time she gets up and starts the march with her group moving away from her village.

"Maybe it's the certainty that we won't be back soon," Mashirao tells her when he dares to express his discomfort.

Mina nods, distracted.

“You're right. I'm thinking too much.”

She tries to dismiss her concern, tries to concentrate on the task of moving forward; It does not help that her commanding officer keeps her group away from routine activities. It is as if they are limiting their contact with the rest of the troop. All the boys in her village huddle away from the main party, eat and rest in a separate area, some laugh and make jokes about the future that holds them. Mina tries to participate, but does not stop looking back. She does not stop feeling anguished.

'I've delivered the bottles, everything's done,' she says to herself once again, three nights in a row. 'Even if they're found there's no way they can point me out.'

She cannot erase from her mind the image of Shuichi Iguchi walking through her village, with his green skin and reptilian eyes. Usually the visit of one of Shigaraki's men would not cause her such anguish, but her guilt does not allow her to get it out of her head.

"Stop thinking about him," Mashirao says to her that night while they set up tents to sleep.

Her friend tries to distract her and she listens to him half-heartedly. That day, their commanding officer sends them to sleep early and releases them from the night watch; while her companions applaud and rejoice, Mina's anxiety is shaken.

"Isn't it weird?" She asks, sitting on her blanket and listening to the rain falling on the roof of her tent.

"What's weird?"

"This trip. We left earlier than planned, we don't participate in the exploration groups. They're going to send us to the defensive lines and not to the capital, don't you think they're treating us like criminals and not like new recruits?"

"Are you complaining because you'll sleep all night and you won't have to be in the rain soaking for hours?" Shihai intervenes, leaning on the blanket on Mina's other side. "You should be thankful to him! I certainly do prefer this."

"Why are they keeping us away from the rest?" Mina answers, facing her partner. "Why are they sending us to the front to fight?"

"Because the savages are here and we have to defend our home."

Mina bites her lips and turns her eyes away from him.

"If it bothers you so much," Mashirao says with a benevolent smile, "we can go with the captain and request that they let us participate in the night watch. They can't refuse a formal request."

She nods and they both go out into the rain. They surround the edge of the camp and move quickly wanting to soak as little as possible. They have not even come halfway when they hear the conversation between two sentinels. 

"Betrayal?" One of them asks in an incredulous voice. "On whose behalf?"

The interlocutor is not a sentinel. Mina immediately recognizes the voice of the Captain, a firm and serene voice that, even whispering, manages to transmit authority.

"Ken Ishiyama," as soon as they hear the name, Mina and Mashirao look at each other with equal expressions of fright, "Let this be between us. None of the recruits should know. Shigaraki's orders are to send them to the defensive lines and keep them under surveillance."

"As you order, Captain, what will happen to Ishiyama?"

"They've sent an Officer to establish the charges against him."


"Shuichi Iguchi."

The rest of the conversation is lost when they both leave, Mina and Mashirao wait a moment until they are sure that no one is left. Immediately after, they return.

"You have to tell them," murmurs Mashirao; before he can get away Mina holds him by the arm. She sees his expression full of panic and completely forgets about her companions.

"Is this my fault?" She murmurs, her eyes wide and lips trembling.

"Of course not," says Mashirao, rubbing her back in a gesture of comfort and support.

"I left the vials, carried the letters—"

"If they knew what you did, they would have interrogated you, but they didn't. They don't know about you."

"They know about Ishi—"

"Don't pronounce his name out loud. Just in case. Yes, they know about Cementoss. It's most likely that they knew about Kamui too."

"We saw Shuichi in the village, before we left."

"I know. He was supposed to be there just to help with the recruits."

"He stayed behind. He stayed in our village."

"Easy, Mina, it probably doesn't mean anything."

"I want to go home."

"We can't leave now. If they report us as deserters it'll be even worse for Cementoss. We have to stay here."

"I have a bad feeling, Mashirao. Please, please, let's go home."

"And when they go looking for us?"

"We'll decide then... please, I want to see my sister. I can't stand to think that Iguchi is in the same village as her."

Panic is drawn in such a way on her face that Mashirao cannot find the strength to refuse her request.

"Very well, we'll return, but we need to think of an excuse for why we left. It'll have to be a very convincing..."

"We'll think about it, are you ready?"

"Aren't we going to tell the others?"

"No, they'd be forced to lie. It'll be better if they don't know anything. If we leave now it will take them some time to realize that we're gone, that will give us time to erase our trail."

"Are we leaving our things?"

Mina's answer is to turn around and disappear into the bushes.

They travel in a hurry, familiar with the area. The rain falls on them unmercifully, but none protest as they rush through muddy puddles and slippery slopes. Instead of continuing on the main road, they deviate to the lower areas. They avoid taking the direct path to their village and descend through the valley with the intention of ascending at the other end.

They eat some berries and fruits that they manage to collect on their way, they chew bad-tasting leaves that discourage hunger. On the second day, when the rain becomes unforgiving, they build a small shelter made of branches to rest.

The third day is the worst of all because it is their turn to ascend. They march at a slow pace, sliding on the wet slope. They do not even get half of the way done when they decide to take a break. They sleep under cover of a tree, back to back, waiting for the sunrise.

The fourth day dawns without rain, fresh and clean like a summer afternoon. They eat their meager provisions and ascend quickly, taking advantage of the day. Above them rises the second prison on the other side of the valley. Both know that it is deserted, they are determined to spend that night safe, maybe get a change of clothes and hopefully appropriate themselves of some abandoned weapon.

"One of Kamui's shelter is nearby," says Mashirao when the sun begins to hide.

"Which one?"

"The one that is shaped like a nest, I think. I remember hearing Cementos say that he'd commonly see Kamui in this region... Maybe we can find him."

"I doubt it, when I went to him to pick up the jars, he told me that one of Kurogiri's ravens had tracked him down to his nest. He wanted to leave immediately, but his spies insisted on staying. He worried about the three days he was forced to wait, he told me that as soon as he came back for them he had plans to take them to the coast. He didn't want to waste more time."

Mashirao stops. "What about if we go looking for it?"

"If it gets dark we won't see anything."

"If we don't find it, we'll continue our path to the prison, but we've got to at least try it. Maybe there's food and blankets."

Mina nods and they turn to the wooded area on the side of the fortress. Looking for the nest in the semidarkness would be impossible for someone who does not know what they are looking for. Mashirao knows how to recognize the difference and when he finds it he helps Mina to climb.

Mashirao climbs with the help of his tail and between both of them they spend a while digging between the shelves and the abandoned bags. They find a skinful full of old water, a jar filled with clean water, biscuits, and many nuts. There are also blankets and a pack of knives hidden among the tall branches. They devour the food they find and rest their legs aching muscles.

"Do you want to stay here?" Mashirao asks while chewing slowly.

"No... we're already very close, I prefer to continue and arrive as soon as possible. The moon provides enough light to move forward."

She gets up and accepts Mashirao's help to get down. They move slowly, without stopping. Mina advances behind, following the path that her partner opens for her. Suddenly and without reason, Mashirao stops short.


Mashirao raises his hand to ask for silence. He signs quickly and immediately Mina assumes her defensive position. She does it just in time because suddenly a dark shadow pounces on her like a wild beast.

Mina falls to the ground with the shadow on top of her. Without losing her calm and full of adrenaline, Mina throws a punch that connects directly to the head of her attacker. As soon as she notices that the hands holding her hesitate, Mina pushes herself to turn the position she is in. Once she is on top, she raises an arm to avoid the punch that is launched towards her face and then sends another one directly to her enemy's nose, only that this time the shadow to defends itself. 

Her enemy pushes her and Mina manages to straighten up in time to avoid the shadow's attack. They dance in synchrony, throwing punches and kicks. Mina is quick and manages to hit in succession, but it is enough for the shadow to hit just once to inflict the same damage.

The shadow manages to hold her by the neck and Mina leans forward, forces her torso to turn it in the air. The shadow falls to the ground with a dull thud, Mina's leg rises and falls into the space where moments before the head of the shadow was.

The shadow turns and jumps up. Mina kicks it, but miscalculates the angle and the shadow takes advantage of her distraction to hold her down and knock her down. Mina falls to the ground and immediately the shadow is on top of her. Her right arm is caught by the knee of her adversary and her left arm ends immobilized on top of her head.

With the weight of her opponent over her chest, Mina is motionless.

Only then does she find time to contemplate the face of the shadow above her.

"You?" She murmurs in surprise, contemplating the blond hair and steely scarlet eyes.