"Please, Principle Nezu, they need him. The photo shows that." All Might waved a had at the faxed photo, the sickly looking face and tiny body, "It wouldn't be a security breach. We've known about the pair for years now."

Nezu sighed, "We'll keep an eye on them for the first little bit, stay cautious."

》》

"You have an omega?!" Class 1-A was stunned as Mirio stood near the gate, bond mark on display. To have been bonded at such a young age was practically unheard of. It wasn't Mirio's smartest moment, but he loved you and wouldn't do it differently.

Mirio nodded with a chuckle, "Yep. I was a little overzealous when I hit puberty. I wouldn't change it, though. My omega is the best that's ever happened to me."

The whole class wad catching flies in their open mouths, only making Mirio laugh more. To see a group of such strong potential heroes dazed by a simple mark, it was hilarious. But his laughter stopped when he saw the state of you.

Small and gaunt, weak, sickly. Mirio ran forward, collecting you up and surrounding you in his alpha scent, "Oh, sunshine, if I knew I would've come home." The idea that his absence was hurting you to this extent made his stomach turn.

You shook your head, "It's safer for you here, Mirio. I'm okay." Yet, your scent was faint and sour, the mark on your neck forming a bruise.

Mirio saw right through your act. You were getting sick without your alpha and without the love and care you were supposed to get. He leaned into the bond mark, starting to scent you at the most sensitive spot. He couldn't let this go on. He didn't care who was watching. You needed his care.