Katsuki's POV:

"Katsuki?"

Todoroki raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Say it, just tell him! We are already mates goddamn it!

"I- I lo--"

That's the way to go Katsuki, say that you love him!

"Lo- Look forward to spending more time here in this house, I'm very greatful for your kindness! Hahaha..."

He narrowed his eyes in suspision.

"You're awfully polite, it's honestly a bit terrifying.."

His voice softened. "Mind telling me what's up? Do you feel sick?"

I sighed, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

"It's nothing, just a bit tired. Don't worry about me."

The look on my face was probably strained, and my cheeks undoubtedly rose red.

"You're blushing.."

"Shut it ya damn perv!"

I grabbed the closest pillow me attempting to hit him with it, but he caught it the second before it hit his pretty face.

"Hey, I'm not the pervert here! You're obviously the lewd one."

He had a rather playful expression on his face, resembling the one of an excited puppy.

"Nooo!" I wailed, extremely embarrassed while throwing another pillow at him. It was as obvious as it could get that I was aiming for his face.

This time he just smoothly dodged it by leaning his torso to the side.

"Totally~ I know you were about to say something else before. You'd never be so polite unless you lied."

He was clearly teasing me, litterally trying to make me spell out the truth for him.

"Get off my ass, bastard!"

Grinning in amusement, he threw the first pillow back at me, pulling a clean headshot.

"See? You have a really sharp tongue. So, spill it."

I growled in frustration.

"I.. uh, I love... you. Ugh..!"

I Mumbled it into the pillow that I held pressed against my face. Possibly, loud enough for him hear me.

"Did I hear it wrong just now, or did you actually say...?"

My cheeks turned redder than a fucking tomato as he looked at me, confused by my confession.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!! YOU HEARD NOTHING!"

I still hid my face behind the pillow.

The feeling of wanting to die of shame and embarrassment was greater than the one to live at the moment.

"You're so cute Katsuki! I wanna hug you~ ♡"

He snatched the pillow and closed in on me with his hands ready to embrace me, but I held him back with my hand against his chest. I would totally die of embarrassment if he hugged me.

"Stay back you shitty pervert!!"

Ashamed by my choice of words, I heard a familiar chuckle.

He gently removed my hand and smiled.

"Ouch, almost hurt my feelings there, honey. I know you don't mean it though."

He was completely correct, I didn't mean it at all.

I wanted to be held by him, but my body always turned so weak under his touch.

I met his gentle gaze, listening to the sound of his soothing breaths.

Closing my eyes, I felt the soft sensation of his lips against mine and I couldn't help but to shudder in pleasure.

He lifted his head slightly, parting our lips for a short moment.

"I love you, Katsuki. I know that now. It's not the bond at all, they're my own feelings."

His words hit me like a bus and I felt my heartbeats grow faster, my body feeling lighter than a feather.

I tilted my head up to meet his lips again, happier than ever to hear someone say the words I love you.

Running my hands over his shoulder blades, I found my opportunity to deepen the kiss as he gasped in surprise. Our tongues met, twirling them around eachother. His slender fingers slid over the skin of my waist.

I moaned into the kiss, shivering in pleasure.

Suddenly, he pulled away from the kiss. Witout a doubt to restrain himself from something.

"We can't, your body would break."

He looked at me with his eyes filled with concern and he was right, I would break. I just didn't care.

"It's okay."

"No. I won't hurt you."

Groaning, I bit my lip in frustration.

"Fine.."

Even though I wanted him to touch me, I was happy he made that decision thinking about my well-being.

Todoroki's POV:

I just couldn't let myself hurt him more than I already had during the mating.

I really felt terrible about how rough I'd been on him, and what the hell happened to the "Control yourself Shōto!" part? Not even an hour passed before I put my hands on the poor guy... (Mainly self blame. It was actually Katsuki who put his hands on you, mate.)

I leaned up to place a last kiss on his forehead before getting up.

Grabbing my boxers and pants, I put them on then glanced over at Katsuki.

"I'll be right back."

I quickly went upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed him a soft blanket and another pillow, not wanting him to either freeze or get up from the sofa. What if it hurt so much he couldn't stand?

Rushing back downstairs, he was already back up with his boxers on, coping the blood with some paper he found on the TV table. However, what caught my attention wasn't the blood, but that he was wearing my shirt instead of his own.

It was loose, two or three sizes too large for him.

It's not like he was small. Rather, he was quite tall for an Omega. I'd guess he was somewhere between 172 and 175 centimetres tall. That would mean approximately 20 cm shorter than me.

He was also more fit than most Omegas. That was probably because of his strong Alpha genes though.

Ms. Bakugō had told me it was a miracle he was born an Omega. If he was found by the Fukisumi family, they'd do everything in their power to quietly erease him, using the ugliest methods possible if needed. Him being an Omega was a great shame on their name that wouldn't go unforgiven.

Just thinking about it, had me strongly determined to keep him safe no matter what.

He was mine, and I wouldn't let them have him even if it meant I had to rip them apart myself.

Though, I'd rather not. I'd prefer just quietly having him by my side, avoiding the violence.

"Todoroki?"

He tilted his head curiously, looking straight at me with a hint of concern exposed in his crimson red eyes.

"You look a bit pale, or rather pissed actually. You okay?"

I gasped in the process of finding the right words to say. Ms. Bakugō told me not to mention anything to Katsuki about the information I had recieved from her.

"I'm alright, don't worry about it. More importantly, that set up of yours is very pleasing to the eye. Also,"

I paused, placing the blanket and pillow on the couch before turning around taking a few slow steps towards him. Running the back of my hand alongside his cheek, I closed in on him until I was close enough to feel his breaths against my chin.

"I don't know anyone in here whose first name is Todoroki? There happen to be a person called Shōto though. Heard of him?"

He smirked playfully, obviously not letting me have it my way. It was at least worth a try at least.

"Who? Never heard of him. Is he famous or somethin'?"

I had to admit his disobedience played a big part in his charms.

Because of his rebellious attitude, I had to strive to bring out the honest, affectionate part of him.

I had grown up in a world where people stuck to me without the need to even pay them a glance. It had become as natural as breathing to me to get whatever I wanted as I was my father's favourite, being his only living Alpha child.

Truth be told, other people was automatically dawn to Alphas, especially dominant ones, because of their qualifications and their often more or less stunning looks.

According to the voting in Tokyo's greatest celebrity magazine, I had ranked first on the "Dream boyfriend!" list for two years straight now.

I didn't know that until just a few months ago when I suddenly found Momo inside my house after I'd gotten home from work. She pretty much shoved the page up my face with a proud grin on her face.

Back to the present, I found myself grinning in amusent. I held Katsuki's chin tilted upwards, his smirk now wavering between playfulness and shyness.

"Oh, but you do. I heard you crying it out before. S- Shōto..!"

Imitating his voice as he cried my name during the mating process was harder than expected. His voice was deep and raspy, yet it would often rise an octave at unpredictable places in his sentences.

His cheeks reddened as the seconds passed by, nervously fiddling with the too long sleeve of the shirt he was wearing.

"Y- You were the one who told me to, bastard!"

Now was one of those cases where his voice would rise into a strange growling kind of squirm.

I chuckled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek out of pure weakness for his adorableness. I slid my hands over his cheeks, cupping them.

"I know. I'd just love for you to call me by my first name, honey."

I felt his face heat up under my touch.

Man, that guy was too cute for my heart..,