Philophobia ↢Todobaku↣

Prologue

*TW: SWEARING & POSSIBLE SEXUAL TURN ONS*

*For sake of my writer's instincts, most characters will be addressed by first names. That is if I remember them.*

Katsuki rested his head in his hand, Present Mic was rambling about grammar in the background which he zoned out easily. He stared out of the open window, which was blowing in a sweet summer breeze. He inhaled a deep breath, hearing Izuku's mutterings behind him. He was calm today, he didn't want to yell or explode anyone.

He just wanted to leave the school, he wanted to sit underneath the giant apple tree which was behind the school and relax. He closed his eyes, letting the warn yellow sun rest it's rays on his face and in his hair. For a split second, he felt peace. He felt everything aline perfectly. He could ignore the different scents of the few alphas in his class. There was only one scent which drove him mad, it smelt of burning wood and oranges.

This scent belonged to the top of the class, Todoroki Shouto. The scent made Katsuki turn into the lewd person which he never thought he would be. He would steal shirts and sweaters from Shouto's laundry basket which he left in the laundry until a washing machine was free.

He inhaled that same scent and smiled. Once again, he was at peace. Until that annoying bell rang, reminding Katsuki to put on that angry charade again.

His eyes remained closed for another second or two, before he stood up, collecting his things and exiting the classroom. He ignored the calls from other students and headed straight to his locker. Once arriving at said locker, he changed his shoes, collected anything he needed and left to the back of the school. This stupid facade that he had worn ever since he got his quirk had damaged him. Everyone thought of him like an angry top, yet, he never asked for this. He wanted to be himself, to let his walls down every so often. But he just wasn't ready.

He strolled to the tree, looking up at it's complex branches and roots which grew out of the ground. He moved to the back of said tree, sitting in between two roots. He closed his eyes, letting the world pass him by, even just for a few moments. It smelt of apples and freshly mowed lawn, until that scent came. It was like burnt wood and oranges. An alpha's scent. Katsuki's eyes opened sheepishly, as he climbed up into the tree's branches. He perched himself onto a branch, directly above his bag which he had forgotten. The scent became stronger as the alpha moved forward. Katsuki covered his mouth, he knew his heat was approaching but he sincerely hoped, no wished, it wouldn't arrive at this exact moment.

The red and white haired alpha moved into frame,

'Todoroki', Katsuki thought as he stared down on him, his scent irresistible. The alpha looked down at the bag, which was leaning on one of the roots. Shouto picked up the bag, looking inside for a name. In his process of looking, he pulled out Katsuki's heat suppressants. He put them back and pulled out his notebook. There was no name on the front, as Katsuki didn't want his name on any of his school books. Shouto flipped open said notebook, looking for anything that would single the owner. The handwriting was impeccably neat, everything lined up, perfect grammar and spelling. Shouto sighed, putting the notebook where he had found it and continuing to look through.

To no success, Shouto sighed, letting his alpha instincts get the better of him. He pressed the bag to his nose, inhaling deeply before his eyes shot open. The scent was a mixture of lemons and vanilla. He had never smelt something so delectable. He moved the bag away from his face, pulling out a discarded tie which lay at the bottom of the bag and tucked it into his own bag. Katsuki groaned, the alpha's scent growing. He knew that Shouto liked his scent which made his backside grow wet. It was already starting, his heat. He crossed his legs and shifted his body on the branch, trying to get any sort of friction, to no prevail. He couldn't hold in this clog of scent which built up in his scent glands, he released it with a small sigh, before closing them up, noticing Shouto was looking around.

He was going to look up and see Katsuki. He was going to see this needy, horny omega, right above him, a sweaty mess. Katsuki couldn't think, his brain was fuzzy. Shouto's head started turning up, before a shiny red apple hit him square in the nose. He groaned and rubbed where the apple hit him. He picked it up and shrugged, biting into it before throwing it to the ground and leaving.

Once the alpha's scent had left his line of smell, he let out a breath of air he wasn't aware he was holding and released his scent glands. He dropped to where Shouto had discarded the apple. Katsuki picked it up, holding it to his chest. The remaining traces of him were still there. No other alpha could affect him like Shouto could. His scent was addictive, he wanted it so badly. Until he realised,

That bitch took his heat suppressants.