[He wants to say something, to stop Izuku-- Midoriya from leaving a a hurried rush. But somehow all the words get stuck in his throat as he watches his alpha pull away and leave.
Midoriya didn't want him at all, did he? It was just the heat's influence over him. Shouto never should've gotten his hopes up like that. Of course Midoriya wouldn't want him like that. The heat was driving him into a rut. He wasn't thinking clearly. He didn't want Shouto.
A hand comes up to hold the bite mark on his neck. What would've been binding if Izuku had presented before him.
Maybe it's better this way?
Even if he tells himself that, it hurts. It takes him hours before he gets enough courage to contact Midoriya at all. And when he does it's a text with one word.]
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Midoriya didn't want him at all, did he? It was just the heat's influence over him. Shouto never should've gotten his hopes up like that. Of course Midoriya wouldn't want him like that. The heat was driving him into a rut. He wasn't thinking clearly. He didn't want Shouto.
A hand comes up to hold the bite mark on his neck. What would've been binding if Izuku had presented before him.
Maybe it's better this way?
Even if he tells himself that, it hurts. It takes him hours before he gets enough courage to contact Midoriya at all. And when he does it's a text with one word.]
Sorry.