Hopeless-Ro-Simptic

The whole surrounding area was flooded with the sharp panicked scent of an omega as the periwinkled hair girl fell to the ground, letting out the softest of chirps. Tomura glanced back behind him to see that the alpha that had been following him had turned to see what the commotion was, so Tomura did the only think he could think of to get out of their eyeline. He knelt down onto the floor, peering into the sapphire blue eyes of the omega that was looking up at him in what seemed to be awed intrigue and flashed what he hoped was a friendly smile, a fake apologetic look crossing his face.

He needed to seem as normal as much as possible.

“Sorry there, kid, you alright?” His nose was assaulted immediately of the scent of honey and something floral as a bright red blush appeared on the soft round face of the omega in front of him and for the briefest of seconds he was beyond confused by her reaction, and then he could feel his inner alpha preparing to flex.

And then the brat opened her mouth.

“Why is your skin so dry? Is it because of your quirk? Is your hair naturally blue? Mine is, but some people dye their hair so you never know.”

The smile melted away from his face immediately, leaving him looking tired and annoyed. He could smell the scent of the alpha nearing, their pace reduced as the flow of traffic returned to normal no longer concerned about the clumsy omega that was still on the floor, her friends running up.

“Nejire are you okay?” One of them, a mousey looking beta girl helped her up onto her feet, their eyes flicking over to Tomura nervously.

He rolled his eyes and moved to push past them, his mind already moving on to the fact that he could slip into that café across the street, he was pretty sure it had a side door that he could use to get away. But he felt a soft hesitant grip on his jacket as he shouldered past the girls and he immediately froze, glancing back over his shoulder to meet the omega’s curious gaze. Her eyes stared into his soul and for a moment he really thought that she was searching his mind for information, a pout on her lips.

“I didn’t even ask, are you okay?”

Tomura couldn’t help but blink in shock at the smaller female several times, his brain stopping completely for a minute before he shook his head, the softest of unbelieving rasps of a laugh leaving his lips.

“An omega asking an alpha if they’re okay… you really are something kid.”

“Well I ran into you, it’s only the nice thing to do.” Her smile was wide, her eyes fluttering closed like she couldn’t keep them open and smile at the same time. Tomura glanced over her head and saw the other alpha coming nearer, felt a slight bit of panic run through his body before looking back down at the omega that still had their grip on his jacket. His mind already calculating an escape.

They were looking for a lone alpha, not a couple of dumb kids hanging out.

“You’re right. It was your fault. You should make it up to me.” Two fingers slipped around her wrist, ignoring her as her eyes widened as he drug her down the street and into the café. He barely heard her laughing, sending a quick “catch up with you later” to her friend. He did however hear the squeak of warning that her friend shot back at her. 

As soon as the door closed behind them he lightly pushed her into a booth, sliding in next to her, eyes focused on the alpha tailing him, watching as they walked past the café looking more than confused and continued on down the road.

“Is that your dad or something?” His eyes landed back onto hers, blanching at the question before realizing that to her he was just a random teenager. One that had definitely just kidnapped her and drug her into a café for an impromptu hangout session. An alpha no less…. Was she fucking crazy? How was she so calm? What if he was a murderer? 

Oh yea... 

“Or something.” He murmured, eyes trailing across her face and to her neck where her empty bond mark was. No alpha out looking for her. 

“What? Get caught playing hookie or something? You seem like the type.”

He scrunched his eyebrows together, laying his arm on the table and turning towards her, blocking her further in, as he drummed his fingers one by one against the table. “And what about you? Should you be ditching your friend to hangout with an alpha alone? How old are you anyways?”

She shrugged, an everlasting smile on her features. “Sixteen. And she will be okay. She knows how to get back home.”

Tomura couldn’t but narrow his eyes at her. Was she stupid? She shouldn’t be concerned about her beta friend. She should be concerned about herself.

Their eye contact was broken when shrill chime came from her pocket, her reaching into and pulling it out flicking it open and looking at whatever message she received.

“Let me guess, that’s your friend saying she called the cops.”

Her laughter did things to Tomura’s alpha, but he chose to ignore it. Always ignore it.

“No, it’s one of my classmates, she wanted to know what homework we had due Monday for hero studies.”

Tomura was scanning the crowd passing by the window again, making sure his tail had actually disappeared when he recognized what she said.

“Hero studies?”

“Yea. I’m in the hero course at UA. Give it a couple years and I’ll be at the top of the charts. Just watch.” She sent the alpha a friendly wink as she made a stupid pose and Tomura tried to keep his face even, as he regarded the small omega in front of him again. An omega. In the hero course. At UA no less. She really was fucking crazy.

And he really needed to get out of here.

“That’s pretty brave for an omega.”

“I know. I-“

“You should probably drop out before you get hurt.” He slid out of the booth pushing himself up onto his feet, shoving his hands back into his pockets, pulling his hood back around his features.

“What? H-hey where are you going?” The look of confusion that crossed her features only pissed him off that much more, but still he tried to keep his voice friendly so not to arouse suspicion. Who knew who she was friends with? What was supposed to just be a quick cover suddenly was turning more dangerous than getting caught by his tail.

“I gotta get back home.”

“But… you don’t want something to eat? You said I owed you…” Nejire pushed, moving quickly to pull up the screen on her phone to add him as a contact.

“Maybe next time kid.” He dipped out of the café, disappearing down the alley way before she could even get out of the booth, taking off into the slums of the city. Nejire sat there with a pout on her lips, how was there to be a next time if he didn’t even give her his number. She didn’t even know his name.

What even just happened? She felt like she was on a speed date that she hadn’t prepared for. The whole encounter had been a whirlwind. The strange boy peaking her interest. She had told him a lot in that ten minutes, and the only thing that she had learned in returned was his scent.

A wonderful blend of orange chocolate, cedar, musk, and… something a little dusty.  

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