Izuku had never expected to be drawn to someone like him. Alphas weren’t supposed to fall for other alphas—everyone knew the hierarchy, the way society worked—but there was something in the other alpha that pulled at him in ways he couldn’t ignore. Loud, explosive, relentless… the kind of person who could dominate a mission without breaking a sweat. And yet, when they had met on that joint operation, when the other alpha had barked orders over the comms and taken charge with that fiery determination, Izuku had felt something stir deep in his chest. Something he didn’t have words for at the time.

Weeks later, Izuku still found himself seeking him out. Not missions, not reports—he went sparring with the other alpha just to be near him. He told himself it was to improve, to keep up with his abilities. But the truth was simpler and far more dangerous: he wanted to see him, to feel the raw intensity the man carried, the way it tugged at him in ways that made his stomach twist and his chest tighten.

Today, they had agreed to spar. No holds barred—something rough, something real. Izuku’s heart thudded in anticipation as they faced each other on the mat. The other alpha’s smirk was infuriating, that spark of challenge lighting up his eyes. Izuku squared his shoulders, trying to steady the storm of heat pooling in his chest.

The fight started fast, violent, the kind of sparring that left bruises and scraped knuckles. Izuku kept up as best he could, but the other alpha was relentless—grapples, throws, shoves that would have knocked anyone else off balance. He thrived on pushing limits, and Izuku couldn’t help but feel… captivated. Every rough movement, every hand slamming into his shoulder, made his chest thrum. He hated that it affected him like this, hated that even in pre-rut, his body betrayed him.

They grappled on the ground, Izuku straining to twist free, and a warmth spread low in his abdomen that was impossible to ignore. At first, he didn’t even realize what was happening—too focused on resisting, on countering, on the heat of the struggle. But then, as his body pressed hard against the other alpha’s, the truth struck him like a jolt: he was hard.

His breath caught, panic surging through him. His body had betrayed him without permission, arousal stirring in the middle of a sparring match. The realization made his pulse spike, filled Izuku with both shame and longing. He tried to shift, tried to focus on anything else, but every time their bodies collided, every time the other alpha’s dominance pressed into him, his rational mind faltered.

His chest tightened, his breath hitched, and he felt the heat of pre-rut coil in him, warning him that it wouldn’t be long before things escalated even further.