A/N: Um, you guys know that I was joking about the mafia AU, right? Right? RIGHT??? ( ؔ⚈͟ ◡ ؔ⚈͟ ๑)...？
Welp, if you didn't, then April Fool's on you lmao (*'艸')
Ngl, I'm half-tempted, but not really looking forward to delving that complicated world, and most definitely NOT for this story haha. Maybe one day as a oneshot, but not right now.
I said I was posting this chapter early because of Kacchan's birthday, but I never said that I was gonna post ON his birthday lol 💥ψ(｀∇ ')ψ💥
Instead, I'm dedicating this chapter to my sweet lil birdie, because I'm sorry that I can't be there for you on your special day. I'll try to make it up to you next time we see each other, and please don't forget that I'm thinking of you. ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡
Enjoy~! ヽ('ω｀○)ﾉ.+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+

It took a long time to clear up the house. Someone had puked in the backyard, so I made Yo go out to clean that while I worked on the kitchen, collecting all of the empty cups and bottles. It seemed like the party had gotten a bit out of hand after Kacchan and I had gone to bed, and my drunken idiot of a brother hadn't bothered to stop it.

"This is the very fuckin' reason why I stay sober," Kacchan stated, scrunching his face up in disgust at the vase full of urine on the windowsill in the lounge.

"You stay sober to stop people from peeing in my mom's ornaments?" I asked in horror, doing my best to hold back my shocked giggling.

He nodded. "Surprising, but true. There's always one drunk idiot who can't be fuckin bothered to walk to the bathroom," he joked, making me laugh even harder. He grinned at me just as Yo walked in, casually throwing his pair of rubber gloves into the black sack I was holding.

"Wow, did I actually hear you two laughing at something together in here? That's a first." He glanced over at Katsuki and flinched when he recognized what he was holding. Mom definitely would have a heart attack if she knew what happened to her favorite vase.

"I'll go dump this shit out," Kacchan muttered, walking off quickly. I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable lying to Yo, but I was confident that waiting a couple of weeks would be best, just to make sure this was what we both wanted.

"Yo-nii, can Ochako stay this weekend? Her parents are out of town and she doesn't want to stay in the house on her own," I asked, giving him my puppy dog face.

He grimaced. "Ugh! That girl does nothing but flirt with me, I wouldn't mind so much if she were older, but I mean jeez, she's my little brother's age!" He shuddered, wrinkling his nose in trepidation.

"So, you don't think a sixteen-year-old should go out with an eighteen-year-old?" I probed, trying to be casual.

Clearly he saw through my pitiful attempt at concealing my true motive for asking. One of his eyebrows rose in question as he spoke, "You're not interested in any eighteen-year-olds, are you?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Kacchan walking back down the hallway towards us. "No, I was talking about Ochako," I lied.

Yo pursed his lips, nodding, seeming satisfied. "No, I don't think they should. I mean, what kind of an eighteen-year-old would even look at a sixteen-year-old that way? It's almost paedophilia," he answered, glancing at Katsuki as he walked past.

I couldn't help but scoff. "It's only two years, Yo, no big deal. You're only freaked out because that's the same age as me. Just because you wouldn't date someone who's my age doesn't mean other alphas feel the same way. Am I right, Kacchan?" I countered, still trying to be casual even though my voice cracked a little when I said his nickname.

"Right. I know a lot of hot ass sixteen-year-olds," Katsuki replied, winking at me behind my brother's back.

"Yeah, but you can't date any of them!" Yo growled, turning to look at him and slapping him on the back of the head as he walked past.

My mouth popped open in shock at my brother's strong feelings on the subject. Like Kacchan had said, Yo clearly knew that he liked me, and judging by the look on his face and the warning tone to his voice, he was extremely opposed to the idea of us being together. This was going to be more complicated than I'd first thought.

Ochako let herself in about an hour later. "Hey, Yo, Katsuki," she greeted as she strutted in and dropped her overnight bags on the sofa. "Round face," Katsuki snorted and nodded in acknowledgement. Yo smirked in my best friend's direction, winking at her.

"Hi, Ochako." I sighed, facepalming. He really didn't help himself, if he wanted her to leave him alone, then why did he encourage her?

"Come on, let's leave the idiot alphas alone," I joked as I nodded towards my bedroom, walking off without waiting for her. Ochako grinned, picking up her bag and following me along quickly.

"I can't believe I get to spend the whole weekend here with you and your brother. Do you think Katsuki will stay here too?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as we stepped into my room.

"I don't know, maybe you should ask him." I smiled uncomfortably as I started to imagine her flirting with Kacchan right in front of me; I wasn't sure how I was going to feel about it. She dumped her stuff on my floor and threw herself down on my bed. Suddenly she rolled over and grabbed my pillow off my bed, frowning at it.

"Izuku, why does your pillow smell like Katsuki?"

I could feel my nerves bubbling up. "Er... well I... er... Oh! Kacchan borrowed it when he crashed at our place, so it must smell like him," I lied, stumbling over my words.

Ochako buried her head in the pillow. "Mmm, I'm sleeping with this one tonight," she stated, holding the pillow tightly. I choked on my laughter. I couldn't blame her; I loved Kacchan's scent too. But for some reason, I started to feel uneasy...

"Whatever, 'Chako. Let's go eat, I'm starved." I pushed myself up off the bed and walked towards the door so we could get the food ordered.

"I got this!" she chirped, opening her laptop to search up the movie. Even looking at the cover scared the heck out of me. I rolled my eyes and stalked out of the room, plopping down onto the sofa next to Kacchan. He put his hand down onto the sofa next to mine and discreetly rubbed his little finger across mine when no one was looking.

"Did you order the food yet, Yo?" I asked, shifting sideways on the seat so that my knee touched Katsuki's thigh. A subtle smile played at the corner of his mouth.

"Yep, done. It'll be here in ten," Yo answered, shifting along the sofa a few inches because Ochako had practically sat herself on his lap.

She cleared her throat, musing playfully, "So, Katsuki, will your fine ass be staying here tonight too? I'm more than happy to share my bed if you want. I may be scared from the movie, maybe I'll need someone to make me feel better in the night."

Kacchan shifted his weight closer to me so that my leg was on top of his. He shrugged and looked away towards the TV. "Nope, I can't. I'm busy tonight. You'll just have to survive without me, round face."

"Oh well. It'll just have to be you then Yo, if you're interested," she flirted suggestively.

I didn't hear my brother's reply; my ears had started to ring. I was actually starting to feel jealous. It was the first time I had ever felt anything like it before in my life. I wanted to stand up and shout at my best friend to leave Kacchan alone. Shocked at my own jealousy, I burst out laughing and then bit my lip to stop. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?" Yo asked, confused.

I shook my head, smiling awkwardly. "Nothing, I just thought of a really bad joke, that's all," I lied, getting up. Needing to change the subject, I offered, "Anyone want a drink?"

They all said yes, so I made my way to the kitchen, rooting through the fridge and grabbing four cans of soda water. As I shut the fridge door, Kacchan grabbed me from behind and made me turn around to look at him. He was standing so close that I could feel his breath blow across my face as he took the cans from my hand and set them on the counter.

"I'm missing you already," he whispered, kissing me lightly. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, deepening the kiss, tangling my hands in his hair. He stepped forwards, making me move back so my back was against the fridge as he pressed his body against mine.

"I think we should just talk to your brother now," he murmured as he pulled away a couple of minutes later.

I shook my head, looking at him pleadingly. "No, Kacchan. In just a couple of weeks, that's all I'm asking. Please?"

He smiled weakly and nodded in agreement. "OK, whatever you want. But can you stop round face from flirting with me? Tell her I'm taken."

My breath caught in my throat at his words. "Are you taken?" I whispered shyly.

He kissed me again, making my body tingle and yearn for more. "I'm definitely taken, if you'll have me," he replied, looking me straight in the eye. My insides were jumping for joy, my heart was beating so fast that I could almost hear it in my ears, but my head was still telling me to be careful.

"I'll have you, if you'll have me," I bargained.

He grinned wickedly. "Absolutely. Whenever you're ready, I'll have you all the time," he said suggestively, waggling his eyebrows at me. I gasped and slapped his shoulder, making him chuckle.

"Oh come on, I'm allowed to make slutty comments to you now, right? I mean, you're mine so I have to use all my best moves on you," he said, faking hurt.

Wait, did he just call me his? My heart melted at the sound of that word coming out of his mouth. "Say that again," I whispered, pulling him closer to me.

"I'm allowed to make slutty comments to you?" he asked, looking a little confused.

I shook my head. "No, not that. The next bit," I murmured, going up on tiptoes and positioning my mouth inches from his.

"You're mine?" he asked. I nodded eagerly as my breath came out in small gasps. The sound of that word from him made me feel like I was flying. I genuinely couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this happy. He smiled.

"You're mine, Deku," he purred seductively, kissing my lips lightly. "My omega." He stole another kiss. "The only one I want." He kissed me again, but this time I didn't let him pull back, I held his head to mine and kissed him passionately, making him moan slightly and grip me tighter to him.

Suddenly, he jumped away from me and moved to the side. I looked at him, confused, wondering what I'd done wrong. Before I could ask, Yo stepped around the corner, narrowing his eyes at me.

"You need to have a talk with Ochako, seriously, she just grabbed my dick!" he hissed, clearly outraged. Kacchan and I burst out laughing at the same time. Luckily for me, the doorbell rang, saving me from that conversation, so I skipped from the room to avoid the awkwardness.

Once the food arrived, Ochako started the movie. I sat next to Kacchan – which meant that Yo had to sit next to Ochako on the other sofa, much to his obvious annoyance. The movie wasn't awful at least, the plot somewhat more bearable than I thought it would be. The only thing that made it marginally more bearable was Kacchan's arm that was resting casually across the back of the sofa, and him twisting a lock of my hair around his finger absentmindedly.

About half way through I was honestly so scared that I scooted right up next to Kacchan and buried my face in his chest. By the time it got to the end, I was almost on his lap, much to his enjoyment. I could see the bulge forming in his jeans even though he put his arm over it to cover it quickly. I blushed slightly, knowing that I had caused that because he was attracted to me and I was jumping all over him.

My mind flashed to all the times that he'd been 'excited' near me before, and I started to wonder how many of them were caused by attraction as well. I bit my lip. Maybe I'd ask him another time.

Finally, the zombie movie was over, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"That. Was. Awesome," Ochako chirped, grinning.

"Yep, best movie I've seen in ages," Katsuki agreed, smirking in my direction.

I wiped away my tears. "I don't know what to feel right now. How can you say that was good? I mean, jeez, they're dead people who eat live people and turn them into flesh-eating zombies too," I ranted, frowning as Ochako got up and closed the movie.

Sighing helplessly, I pouted. "And now I have to pee, and I'm scared to go on my own!" I whined, standing up and letting my shoulders sag in defeat as I looked up at the dark hallway. Why did I watch that stupid thing anyway? I knew it would scare me!

All three of them laughed at me, but Kacchan stood up and sighed dramatically, "You know what, Deku, I'll do you a favor and check the bathroom for stupid un-dead before you go in, how's that?" he offered, nodding his head towards the lounge door.

I smiled gratefully and nodded in agreement. "Will you check my bedroom too? And my en-suite?" I asked hopefully. He laughed; he obviously thought I was joking.

"I'm not kidding." I deadpanned.

"Whatever you want, Deku," he agreed, smiling and following me up the hall. I stopped outside the bathroom door and waited for him to go in first. He came out a minute later, chuckling to himself. "It's a zombie free zone," he assured me, shaking his head in amusement.

"Thanks," I mumbled, blushing and feeling like a small child. I headed into the bathroom, leaving the door unlocked in case I needed to get out of there quickly. I knew I was being stupid, but I just couldn't help myself. I washed my hands and stepped out, seeing him leaning against the wall waiting for me.

He smirked. "I thought I'd better wait for you. You never know what could be lurking in a dark hallway," he said, looking around slowly with wide eyes. My heart jumped into my throat as I threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist tightly and burying my face into the side of his neck. He laughed.

"Yep, best fuckin' movie ever!" he stated, slipping one arm around me as he guided me towards the lounge. Before we turned the corner, he pulled away and kissed me lightly on the lips, his eyes flashing with sorrow.

"I don't want to sleep on my own tonight," he whispered, bending and kissing the tip of my nose.

"I'm sorry Ochako's staying over." I smiled apologetically. That was the truth, I was sorry.

His arm dropped from my waist as he smiled sadly and stepped into the lounge. Yo laughed and shook his head as we walked into the lounge. "Seriously? You made him wait for you outside the door? That's low, Izu. I hope you at least shut the door this time," he teased as I sat back down.

I nodded. "Yep, I shut the door, didn't think he'd want to hear that," I confirmed, grinning.

"How about we play on the Switch?" I suggested, trying to change the subject from my zombie phobia. Everyone agreed, so Yo set it up. They decided on Mario Tennis, and Katsuki and Yo played the first round. Ochako moved over to sit next to me, the two alphas standing and playing in front of us.

"Hmm, I just can't decide which one has the cutest butt. Who do you think?" she said quietly but loud enough for the guys to hear.

"Ew! Seriously, what's wrong with you? That's my brother!" I cried, shuddering.

"Only one of them is your brother, Izuku, the other is seriously freaking hot. And I think he has a soft spot for you," she whispered too loudly again. I cringed as Yo shot Katsuki a death glare.

"Right, yeah, okay," I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Come on, hurry up, I want a turn," I whined, trying to change the subject. Ochako really had no idea how close she was.

"Here, you can take my turn. I'd better get going anyway. It's almost midnight, the old hag will throw a fit wondering where the hell I am," Katsuki offered, holding the controller out to me. Ochako jumped up and grabbed it, smirking and nodding towards my brother, signalling she wanted to play with him.

"Kacchan, would you check my bedroom before you go?" I asked, feeling pathetic and childlike. He smiled but didn't laugh at me, which I found surprising.

"Fuckin' fine!" He forced a sigh, his eyes amused. By the look of him, he actually quite liked the fact that I was asking him to do this. Maybe he liked being all protective or something; maybe it was making him feel needed.

He stalked off towards my room and I got up and followed him after a couple of seconds. Once in my room, I closed my door silently and leant against it. I watched him as he actually walked around my room, looking under the bed and in the closet, before heading into my en-suite.

As he walked back into the room, his eyes landed on me. Judging by the surprised look on his face, he'd had no clue I'd followed him in here. I smiled because my sweet boyfriend had actually checked my whole bedroom for zombies, he hadn't pretended to do it, he'd actually checked my whole room. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of him being my boyfriend.

"Hi," I greeted as I strode over to my bed and sat down.

"Hi," he replied with a small smile. He made no moves to come towards me; I had a feeling that he was trying not to rush me. I patted the bed beside me, and he eagerly trotted over and sat down.

"Thanks for checking my room," I whispered, scooting closer to him and playing with the neck of his T-shirt, tracing my finger along the skin there.

"Anytime. I'm just sorry I won't be here for you tonight. Try not to have too many nightmares, OK?" He looked at me with sad eyes; we both knew that I would have nightmares without him here.

A sudden burst of confidence made me get to my knees and throw my leg over his so that I was straddling his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his beautiful red eyes. He looked a little taken aback, but his eyes danced with excitement.

"I'm actually really going to miss you half crushing me to death in the night," I teased. I said it as a joke but to be honest I was genuinely going to miss him tonight.

"Well, I'm really going to miss half crushing you to death," he joked, rubbing his hands on my back.

"Try and get some sleep tonight though, okay?" I pleaded. I hated it when he went without sleep. It made me feel guilty because he only started sleeping here in the first place to comfort me and now he was stuck with it.

"I'll try."

I suddenly had the urge to kiss him and maybe tease him a little, but I was scared to do it. Okay, just do it, Izuku, what's the worst that can happen? It's Kacchan; he'll stop if you ask him to.

"Maybe I could give you a little something to dream about. Would that help, do you think?" I asked, biting my lip and raising my eyebrows. His eyes widened in surprise; he obviously wasn't expecting this much physical contact so soon. I could tell by the excited glint to his eyes that he wanted physical contact, but I could also tell that he was letting me make the first moves.

"It might help," he answered huskily, making my body tingle and my skin heat up.

I leant forward and kissed him roughly. He made a small moaning sound as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, loving the soft feel of it on my fingers. He didn't make any other moves, he just kissed me, but I wanted a little more so I pushed on his shoulders, making him lie down so that I was on top of him. I ran my hands down his chest and slipped them under his T-shirt, wanting to feel the muscles that I'd discovered last night.

He shivered under me and rolled so that I was under him. He broke the kiss and looked down at me; our eyes locked together as I tried to slow my breathing. Still wanting a little more, I reached out and snagged the bottom of his T-shirt, pulling it up over his head. He seemed to stop breathing as I looked down at his chest and stretched out a hand, wanting to feel his soft skin on my fingertips. He truly was beautiful.

My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they traced across his chest and stomach, just marvelling that this boy wanted to be with me. He still hadn't moved. He was just hovering above me, looking unsure what to do. I smiled reassuringly and slid my hand up over his shoulder, cupping the back of his head and guiding his mouth down to mine. He kissed me back eagerly.

The kissing was getting steamier and steamier by the second. When he pulled his mouth away from mine to kiss across my cheek and down my neck, I whimpered and arched my back, pressing against him tightly. My whole body was in heaven.

I'd never felt so alive as in that moment with him.

His hand slid downwards, slipping up my shirt and tracing across my stomach. His mouth was still making its way downwards as he kissed over my top, getting lower and lower. I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped for breath as a hot, wet trail was left by his tongue across my stomach under my belly button. A feeling was growing inside me, like a burning ache, but I tried not to think about it because that ache scared me.

He pushed my top slightly higher and I felt him kissing the abs above my belly button. I was still alright with this; I was enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would. I thought that this would just give him something to dream about, but I had a feeling I would be revisiting this tonight too.

My top rose a little higher and I heard him make a soft moaning noise as it fully exposed my chest. His hand snaked up my stomach, and he gently brushed his hand over one of my nipples, just once, before moving it away as if he was waiting for me to stop him. When I didn't say anything, he put his hand back there again and cupped my pectoral. I moaned breathlessly as I gripped my hand into the back of his hair, tugging gently and guiding his mouth back to mine again.

As he pressed me down firmly into the mattress, pinning me down with his weight, I suddenly realised that I could feel how much he was enjoying this little session. My eyes popped open in shock as I whimpered and turned my head to the side, breaking the kiss.

"Kacchan, no," I muttered breathlessly.

And just like that, it was over. His hands left my body so fast that the air actually felt cold where his warm skin had been on mine. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, hovering above me and looking down at me worriedly.

"Stop?" he asked, his voice husky and full of lust.

I gulped and nodded, not looking at him; instead, I just stared at the small stain on the carpet that my gatorade had made when I'd dropped it a few weeks ago. He immediately sat back, scooting to the edge of the bed and bending to pick his T-shirt up from the floor before shrugging it on.

I sat up too, pulling my knees up to my chest as I wrapped my arms around myself tightly and felt heat flood my face. I hated myself at that moment. I hated that I couldn't be normal, that I couldn't make out with my boyfriend without panicking and that I would never be good enough for someone like him. I was pathetic.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head at myself.

He sighed and reached out, wrapping his hand around my shin. "Deku, you don't need to be sorry. We didn't even have to do that. I told you, whatever you want. I'm not going to say that I didn't enjoy that though because that would be a lie. That was the hottest damn thing that has ever happened to me," he said, shrugging.

I giggled awkwardly at that statement. "The hottest thing that's ever happened to you? Yeah right, you've probably slept with over a hundred different girls and done goodness knows what with them and to them, and you didn't even manage to get my top off before I freaked out," I said sarcastically. He didn't need to lie to make me feel better.

He tugged on my leg, making me break the hold that I had on myself as he dipped his head so that I would have no choice but to look at him. "Trust me, that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. It's just you, you make me feel different. Even kissing you is different. It's a thousand times better than anything I've ever felt before. You make my body burn everywhere you touch me. I can't explain it."

He frowned and shook his head as if he were annoyed at himself for not having the right words. I smiled weakly. "I know what you mean." In all honesty, I knew exactly what he was trying to say.

Kacchan grinned. "Now's where you're supposed to tell me that was the hottest for you too," he joked, knowing that I hadn't kissed anyone but him and that jerk that kissed me at the party.

I pretended to think about it for a few seconds. "I've had better."

He laughed knowingly. "Yeah, I bet you have," he replied, shaking his head in amusement. I grinned at him, and he sighed.

"I guess I'd better go. Thanks for today; I had a really good time with you. Sleep tight, OK? Oh and, by the way, that thing we just did that was supposed to help me sleep, well, I don't think that's going to have that effect. I think it's actually going to keep me awake all night thinking about it," he said, tracing his finger across my cheekbone.

I giggled. "Me too," I admitted, making him laugh too.

He stood up and held his hand out for me, I took it and he helped me to my feet. We walked down the hallway hand in hand. At the corner, he stopped and kissed my forehead before he sighed deeply.

"Right, extras, I'm off. I'll see you losers tomorrow," Katsuki called as he dropped my hand and walked across the lounge towards the front door.

"Yeah, see ya," Yo and Ochako both answered, still engrossed in their game of tennis on the TV. Kacchan smiled at me from the door, but it was forced. I could tell it was almost hurting him to go. I smiled back and he shut the door. The moment the door closed my heart sank.

The thought of having to spend two nights in my bed without him made me feel a little sick; it would have been horrendous even if we hadn't just got together, but now it actually felt like torture. I sighed and went back to the couch to watch Ochako whip Yo's butt on the Switch.

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That night was awful. I went to bed terrified of zombies, and when I finally did manage to fall asleep in the cold bed that just felt wrong without Kacchan, I started to dream about my father. I hadn't dreamt of him for over five months. The last dreams I'd had were when Tenya and Denki stayed over for my birthday. Because they were here, Kacchan had to stay away and I'd woken the whole house up with my screaming.

My dream tonight was bad. Yo was eleven and I was nine. We were playing in the yard to get out of the house because my father wanted to watch some football game on the TV. He'd been drinking all afternoon which made him even more temperamental.

Yo and I were playing with his new soccer ball that he had got for his birthday a couple of weeks before. We weren't supposed to play with it in the yard, only in the park, but Yo wanted to show me this new trick he'd learnt.

He was kneeing the ball to keep it up in the air; I was laughing and counting how many times he could do it, being all proud of my big brother. He lost control of it, and instead of letting it drop to the floor, he tried to save it by kicking it back up with his foot. The ball flew through the air and hit the window. Luckily it didn't smash, but it did make a loud bang. We both turned and looked at the door, waiting.

About ten seconds later, the back door opened and my father beckoned for us to come in. "Bring me the ball," he growled. His face was murderously angry, and my whole body went cold. Yo grabbed my hand and forced me behind him as we walked in, picking up the ball in his other hand.

My father slammed the door, making me jump and whimper. Yo gripped my hand tighter. "Who kicked the ball?" my father asked nastily.

"I did. I'm sorry, Dad. It was an accident," Yo whispered, looking at him apologetically.

My father took the ball from his hands and put it on the counter, and then punched Yo so hard in the stomach that he actually lifted off the floor slightly. I put my hands over my mouth to stifle the scream that was threatening to come out of me.

He raised his fist to hit him again, so I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He turned to me and slapped me, hard, sending me flying into the wall, hitting my head. I could feel something trickling down the side of my face; my vision was a little blurry.

He turned back to Yo, hitting him again. He didn't just do it once, he punched him over and over in the stomach and thighs until Yo was on the floor crying. I was begging for him to stop. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back up, grabbing a black handled kitchen knife off the counter. I couldn't breathe.

Yo screamed at him to leave me alone and got up off the floor, pain stretched across his face from the beating he'd just endured. My father punched him in the jaw, sending him to the floor again. "I'm sorry, Daddy! Cut me, do it. Just please don't hit Yo anymore, please!" I begged, crying and looking at my father pleadingly.

Surprisingly, he put the knife in my hand. I had the urge to stab him with it, but he had hold of my wrist so I couldn't. He grabbed Yo's ball from the counter and held it still. "Burst it," he ordered. I shook my head quickly. Yo loved this ball, it was his birthday present from me. I'd saved my allowance for two months to buy it for him.

"Burst it," he repeated in his cold voice. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as it blew across my face; the smell of it turned my stomach. He gripped my wrist and made me shove the knife deep into the leather ball. I sobbed.

He let go of my hand, taking the knife and throwing it roughly into the sink before walking off into the lounge to watch the rest of his game as if nothing had happened. I looked over at Yo, who was sitting on the floor barely able to breathe. He looked awful. I ran to him and he sat up, grabbing a kitchen towel and pressing it to my head where I had knocked it, biting his lip to stop his crying.

"Izu, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. The stupid boy was struggling to draw breath and he was asking me if I were alright. If I didn't already know it, that moment would have made it clear to me that I had the best brother in the world.

I jerked awake. I was crying, crying so hard that I could barely breathe. I wiped my face with shaky hands as I looked at the clock. It was almost four thirty in the morning. I reached over to hug Kacchan, but he wasn't there, he was at his own house. I whimpered at the loneliness that overcame me. Oh God, I need him! I grabbed my cell phone and snuck out of the room to the lounge, composing a text to him.

[R U Awake?]

Hopefully if he was asleep he wouldn't hear it, I didn't want to wake him up if he had actually managed to sleep tonight. Almost immediately, my phone rang. As soon as I answered, he asked, "Deku, are you OK?"

I was still crying. I couldn't slow my breathing and my hands were shaking violently. I croaked, "No."

"I'm coming over. Can I come in the front?" I could hear him sliding his window open and the wind blowing down the phone.

"Yes," I sobbed. I stumbled to the front door, opened it and stood there waiting for him. I was only there for a few seconds before he ran around the corner and grabbed me into a hug, lifting me off my feet as he stepped into the house. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped tight around his neck.

He immediately pressed his lips to my neck, breathing down my back and shoulders until my body relaxed. I closed my eyes as he walked forward, pushing the door closed behind him. He sat, settling me on his lap, still breathing calmly down my neck.

Slowly, my emotional pain started to dissipate. When I opened my eyes, I saw we were in the lounge and he was sitting on the sofa. I pulled back to look at his worried face.

"Shitty zombies?" he asked, looking a little hopeful. I shook my head and his face fell. He looked so sad, but that quickly changed to anger. He was so angry it looked like a vein in his temple would burst. I just hugged him again without speaking; he knew I'd dreamt of my father, he didn't need to ask.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked a couple of minutes later, stroking my back soothingly.

"No." My voice was hoarse from crying so much. He nodded and continued to rub my back. "Did I wake you up?" I asked, suddenly feeling guilty for making him come all the way over here at half past four in the morning.

"No. I couldn't sleep," he said quietly.

Snuggling into his hair, I chuckled weakly. "The kiss didn't help then?" I joked, feeling better now that he was here.

"No, I knew that would have the opposite effect," he replied, grinning.

I smiled sadly. "Want to stay with me for a little while? I could set my alarm on my phone. We could sleep on the couch," I suggested. He grinned and laid us down side by side; I grabbed my phone and went to my alarm settings. "What time should I set it for?" I asked, biting my lip, wondering what time Yo would get up. Tomorrow was Sunday, so probably not before ten.

"Seven-thirty," he ordered, pulling me towards him. I nodded in agreement, scrolling in the time and saving it before putting my phone on the floor where I could reach it easily when it beeped. Katsuki smiled and draped his leg over mine, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

I smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Goodnight, Kacchan." I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

"Goodnight, my beautiful Omega," he whispered, kissing my nose. I drowsily smiled at how sweet that was and fell into a dreamless sleep within minutes.

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