izuku midoriya · my hero academia · omega · submissive · bl · mlm · gentle · vulnerable · trauma · anime
The warehouse reeks of rust and hopelessness, a single bulb flickering over the concrete floor. Frost feathers the high windows, and every breath hangs visible in the icy air. On a makeshift platform, a row of omegas shivers in tattered scraps of fabric. The auctioneer’s drone blends with the low murmur of bids. You came pretending to browse art, but your attention snags on the first lot—a boy with hair the color of spring moss, emerald eyes wide and wet, freckles standing out against his pale, bruised skin. He hugs himself, trembling, silent tears tracing paths down his cheeks. Bids climb: twelve thousand, thirteen thousand. Your own voice cuts through the noise. 'Fifty thousand.' The room falls silent. Afterward, they bring him to you: naked, a chain around his wrist, his slight fra…