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Oh God, They Think I Did It

Suspected Traitor! Izuku au

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Summary : Izuku Midoriya lost his notebook, and now he is faced with his accusing teacher. One by one, those he knew begin to turn on him, and still all he can think of, is how after middle school - the dejection still hurts just as bad.

But here his teacher stood, dangling quirk resistant cuffs in front of his hooded eyes, his face greyed with disappointment. He felt his heart tighten, pulling in on itself as he stared into those dulled eyes. That look… heartbreaking, a teacher seemingly lost all trust in him. He flinched from some unknowing sting. The teachers in his middle school, well they had always looked down upon him, ever since it was made known he was nothing but a quirkless little boy. Yet, that pain of constant dejection felt like a lesser burden than watching the hope leave his once caring teacher’s eyes.

Chapter 1 - The Accusation

His hands gripped either side of his desk with nervous strength, feet sternly secured to the floor, he sat rigid against his chair. Izuku Midoriya watched his teacher, Aizawa Sensei, with absolutely strained eyes. Fear, and nerves itching against his expression. He had lost it, somehow, his notebook. Recorded his every note on every new quirk he had come across, hell he had even rewritten in greater depth previous analyses he had made. The notebook had left his person less than a week ago, he had been certain he had simply left it in his homeroom class. At the time, his dear teacher had told him no such item had been found.

His certain trust had been placed in Aizawa, as he had ducked in some form of a thanks and had not questioned his teacher further at the time. Had he missed the signs? The unloving stare of dark eyes in all honestly had not felt out of place, nor had his teacher’s stiff posture. Aizawa, Izuku figured, was really just the type of person who acted like that. But here his teacher stood, dangling quirk resistant cuffs in front of his hooded eyes, his face greyed with disappointment. He felt his heart tighten, pulling in on itself as he stared into those dulled eyes. That look… heartbreaking, a teacher seemingly lost all trust in him. He flinched from some unknowing sting. The teachers in his middle school, well they had always looked down upon him, ever since it was made known he was nothing but a quirkless little boy. Yet, that pain of constant dejection felt like a lesser burden than watching the hope leave his once caring teacher’s eyes.

Surely Present Mic’s more awkward demeanour was not correlated? Had his recent classes with the man really been affected by the cruel accusation? Midoriya felt dumbstruck, the blonde hero had awkwardly waved him off upon his first arrival in this week’s class, not even making eye contact with the student – had it not been an off day?

Yesterday… these pieces were all sliding into place, assembling a painful picture in which Midoriya becoming isolated was once again the centre. Mina Aishido’s uncomfortable shrugs at the dorms had not bothered him at first, when she told him that there were no usual group outing that previous afternoon he had believed her, not thinking much of it when he found himself eating dinner alone at the table that night. Takeaway katsudon in front of him, and his phone sitting in his hand. The front door opened with a squeal; his ears greeted with bubbling laughs from some feminine voices. Ochako, Tsuyu, and Hagakure stepped through the opening. He went to openly welcome them, opening his mouth widely. Then Iida, Sero, and Kirishima stepped through, followed shortly by Mina and then the rest of his classmates. The students mindlessly went about their own way, not taking in Midoriya.

The room had mostly filtered out, and Mina approached him, dropping a palm to his shoulder and a grin split across her face. “You mustn’t have received my text!” Again, she smiled, and her hand dropped from Midoriya’s shoulder. “Maybe next time?” She took her leave, her pink face strained as she held a smile.

Midoriya held tightly to the belief it was just some great misunderstanding, despite ice enclosing his heart and a thin wall, he breathed in a wobbly breath of suddenly hot air.

Bakugou came to stand by him, his eyes not reaching his own. Arms crossed; he angled his head away sharply. “Don’t think too much of it, dumbass,” he said, his voice rough and quiet, almost pitiful. “Mina and the others were just fucking stupid.” Bakugou inched over, dropping a plastic bag on the table by Midoriya.

The green headed boy paused, placing down his chopsticks as he reached over to pull the bag closer to himself. It felt light, and unsurely he looked to his classmate to silently get permission to open it. He was greeted with nothing more than a slight ‘tch’. Regardless he slipped his hand inside, fingers clutching on a singular cold juice box.

“Kacchan?” Confusion dribbled down his face, his lips creeping to an uncertain line.

“It’s just orange juice, Ochako seemed worried when she realised you weren’t there,” Bakugou muttered, gritting his teeth slightly. In all honesty, that did lift his mood, Ochako was not one with the privilege to be sending many texts from her phone, and to know he was not forgotten by his first friends put a shimmer of sunlight on his hurting heart. “She was going to get you some crappy soda- quit smiling dumbass!”

He attempted to muffle his grin, Bakugou stormed off.

Oh- his classmates had known. Ochako, wary around approaching him, had made her own secret code to ensure trust in their friendship. And even Kacchan, his friend turned emotionally constipated classmate, had refused to believe he would go so far as to become a traitor to their school, despite the belief of even their teachers.

Aizawa was still watching him. “Let us just make this easy,” the man said solemnly, outstretching his hand to Midoriya, the cuffs still dangling. “Put them on.”

Put them on? His pride fractured, struggling into little cracks that bled with arrogant coldness. His teacher was testing him. Midoriya felt his eyes slither into a calculating look as he watched his teacher, his own analysis taking place. The man wanted a reaction from him, a personality switch, or a suspicious calmness – either way, he was too look guilty. It was a power move, both knew Midoriya could do nothing against Aizawa’s quirk and raw strength. Knowing the reasonable professional of UA, Aizawa must have already informed other staff. Midoriya was trapped, looking god-forsakenly guilty. He hung his gaze, reaching for the cuffs, taking them into his own hands.

“It’s-“ He felt his own stutter choke him, flashing a glance to the taller man, eyes red and hair drifting. “It really wasn’t me,” he whimpered, clicking the first cuff tight around his wrist. His teacher made no sound, his cold hand wrapped itself around the young student’s wrist, locking his other wrist into the other cuff. It clamped into his skin with a tight metal bite, it was sure to leave pink and bruising rings against his freckled skin.

“The car is outside,” the man said. All so suddenly, his teacher’s face blurred, scratched out of sight, coming into focus and then just as quickly leaving. The pro hero shepherded him through the school. And no matter how hard Midoriya scrunched his face, twisting his neck to watch the man, his head only bleated with a startling anguish as he tried to recognise his betrayer.

Surely, this was his teacher? Yet when he searched him, it was an ice blur. How could a stony face, and displeased eyes belong to Aizawa. Midoriya felt his feet glue to the wooden pale floor. His teacher flipped, fingers entangling themselves on Midoriya’s shoulder, gripping violently on his uniformed shirt. The sting of pain, the seething hatred at suddenly flaring red eyes. No. Absolutely not. He fell back, crashing to the floor, arms raised defensively over his face. “No! You aren’t my teacher!” he hissed, twisting to lift his leg into some threat of a kick.

“Get up,” he said, teeth grit and lifting his own foot. Midoriya’s eyes fell open, jaw unlocking as he watched in momentary anticipation. And his teacher’s foot fell, atop his own, pressing his foot stern against the floor. “Threatening me now? I really don’t wish to see you looking any more guilty.”

Tears wettened his heated cheeks, sucking in a sigh as his teacher pulled him to his feet, and they continued down the path to his own damnation.

A notebook, he left behind a notebook, and now he was off to the cops, turned on by his peers, and had a sickening bruise begin to swell against the middle of his shin.

When he finally came to face the police van, Aizawa opened a black umbrella, hiding them from the peering eyes of civilians who began to slip the phones out, ready to record Midoriya’s demise.

“Shitheads, get your fucking hands off of her,” a voice wheezed, cracking with noise and anguish. Midoriya tipped his head to peer ahead. Bakugou had his hand terrifyingly close to a reporter, one who had wrapped her hand around that of the wrist of his friend Ochako’s. It seemed to be that only that reporter and her cameraman had caught on to the surprise arrest taking place at the school.

“Midoriya! Izuku,” Ochako said, ripping herself away from the kerfuffle, she went to leap forward but Bakugou held her back – holding her by her backpack. His eyes were slimmed into a death-giving glare, aimed at their teacher, his mouth pulled into sneer.

Instead, what he did, to both the shock of Midoriya and his teacher, was drag himself and Ochako into the waiting van. His hands blowing up in blasts of explosions when the officers inside went to ask them out. “This arrest isn’t even warranted yet! Shit, does Aunt Inko even know?” He spat, snatching at a pair of cuffs and fitting them on. “Like we’d let you steal our classmate.” The powerful words accompanied by the only two students who had bothered to come to his aid.

Midoriya suffered a long breath as his teacher turned to raise an eyebrow at him shortly before pulling him into the vehicle.

When he was finally pulled into the interrogation, he could only see Ochako cover her eyes, Bakugou putting his back flat to the wall and crossing his arms, unmoving. The door fell to a shut, two officers alone with him in a room. One a certain 7’0 tall, with no eyes, just a smooth stretch of skin and pointed teeth. The other- stood at solid 5’11, expression tugging into one of certain displeasures, and when he met Izuku’s eyes – he felt his throat go raspy and dry. Nerves or a quirk? Regardless, he grew grim as the two men leaned over him, holding the familiar notebook.

#bnha #mha #suspected traitor au #suspected traitor izuku au #izuku midoriya #fic #fanfiction #deku #bakugou #ochako #aizawa #mina #kirishima #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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lazylemon · 3 years

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Ok I got back into the omegaverse

And I love tying it with Bnha/mha and the Bakusquad but my idea of it is different than what I usually see people write it as.

First off, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Mina as all Alpha’s Bakugou being the main Alpha.

Sero is a beta while Denki is an omega (but I can also see him as beta too)

Add Y/n to the mixture (I choose Omega mostly for them) and you got a good pack..

Bakugou keeps watch on everyone and makes sure no one challenges him or attempts to steal his pack.

Kirishima is kind of like second in command but would never challenge Bakugou. The protective older brother/ mom ish friend.

Mina is the only Alpha female and is constantly checking on the omegas and doting on them.

Sero doesn’t mind being the only Beta. He has a few beta friends outside of the pack but he’d never choose them over the pack. Never.

Denki….. yes he is an omega but you piss him off and you’ll be zapped. Very protective over Y/n and likes to keep his nest near theirs so they aren’t lonely.

Y/n is the also protective and they like to take turns with Denki being the Dominant omega. But usually end up being smothered and spoiled (mostly by Denki and Mina)

(Female omega y/n under this line)——————

Since y/n is the only female omega, she could get pregnant by all of the group members

Though it uncommon and a bit frowned upon, Denki and Y/n do attempt to have pups.

Y/n would want pups from everyone (other wise she feel like someone might be left out) she doesn’t care if it takes awhile or that her body might not handle it well but it’s what she wants

She makes plans so she could get the dates right where she’ll breed with each member of the pack and attempt a heteropaternal superfecundation. (The thing we’re twins are born with different fathers) it might be in likely but she has to try.

(And I think in the omegaverse is not as uncommon or rare as it is irl since pack relationships are probably super common)

So she could end up with a pup each after one heat and if not she’ll try again.

Denki would probably try too as an omega and he’d love to be pregnant with her and they could share a nest.

(Gender neutral here)

Since Mina is an Alpha female she as well is able to get pregnant (but it’s a Rare case but not uncommon)

You’ll have three pregnant parents in one nest, Mina being a bit nervous but has two omegas to help her.

Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero all doing they can to care for all of you.

Bakugou being nervous because one , there are going to be alot of pups, two he’s scared for you guys. He won’t admit it, but y’all can tell by the way he checks on you and it gentler with you, trying not to stress y’all out.

Kirishima likes pressing his head to all y’all’s bellies.

Sero hesitates to approach y’all as he doesn’t have a strong sent but off course you guys urge him to join the nest and feel the pups and cuddle.

(Male omega here)

Since Mina is pregnant too there is a change you and her are both carrying each other’s pup and you both like to chat about it.

Denki joins in since you both also could carry each other’s pup.

(Gender neutral)

(Side note on the scents)

Bakugou definitely smells like caramel ( his stress scent smells like burnt candy while his calming scent is Cotton candy)

Kirishima smells earthy like a redwood forest (his stress scent smells like a burning forest while his calming scent smells like red berries (cant remember the name of them))

Mina smells like sour apple candy (because of her acid quirk haha) (her stress sent actually smells like acid while her calming scent smells more like apple cider)

Sero smells like cherry blossom trees (just hear me out it feels fitting to him) (his stress sent kind of smell like rubber or out an empty can smells (I want to mention the inside of an empty juice box: got a weird oil/gas scent can’t explain it) while his calming scent is cherry wood) and since y’all are a pack, only you guys can smell it (since betas don’t have strong scents)

Denki smells like a rainless thunderstorm / like electric magic…… I’m kidding, he smells like fresh made breakfast. (His stress scent smells like burnt toast and burnt eggs while his calming scent is like pancakes and maple back 🤤)

Your scent can vary as you (there is a quiz you can take to find out or a special perfume that brings it out) (my natural scent is earthy like Juniper berries, I guess my stress scent would be the smell of burned jam but my calming scent is pomegranates (the perfume does not lie)) (you can use this if you like or make your own)

So if you wanted all pregnant parents in a nest with the calming scents together. The boys mouths are watering from all that sweet smells flooding the room.

I’ll make a part two with all the pups (you can send requests in the comments as I check them daily)

#omegaverse #female omega #male omega #bakusquad #bakugou katuski x reader #mha kirishima #denki x gender neutral reader #Mina aishido #sero x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines

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