Izuku's head swirled, his body shook, and he couldn't focus. Fear swelled up in him, and he couldn't make himself move. If he could, he'd make a run for the door.

The three alphas in the room were whispering to each other. One seemed angry, something to do with his father, who had brought Izuku here... but Izuku couldn't focus. His eyes welled with tears, and he needed to escape. He couldn't do this. He couldn't do this again.

Suddenly, there was a hand in front of his face, and he quickly flinched away, bringing his arms up to cover his head, whimpering out: "P-please d-don't-" There was silence, and Izuku's conscience was snapped back into reality. He started panicking, and the silence that filled the room was deafening.

When the hand didn't touch him, Izuku lowered his arms, glancing up timidly. Two worried expressions and one refusing to look at him.

"Sorry I scared you," the redhead whispered. His hand still hung in the air, seemingly dejected and hurt.

Izuku looked at the ground, his body still trembling with fear. He didn't know what to do.

Carefully and slowly, a hand brushed his hair out of his face and petted his head, trying to relax him. "We're not going to hurt you, ok? Promise." A hand was extended to him, pinky out, and all Izuku could do was stare at it.
No. It was a game. They didn't mean it. The moment Izuku's guard was down, they'd become like the rest. They weren't going to be kind to him. So he had to get out of there.

He could feel his breathing picking up but couldn't care. "N-no," was all he could get himself to mumble out, pushing himself as far back as the couch would allow him to go.

The redhead looked back at the others, not knowing what to do. Finally, he backed away, giving Izuku some space.

One of the others approached; he had red and white hair and smelt like peppermint. "I'm sorry you are in this situation, but I can promise nothing bad will happen now that you are here. I know it's hard since you just met us, but you can trust us."

No... no, no, no, no, no, no, no! He can't! He can't! They're going to be just like everyone else! They will use and throw him away, and the cycle will start again! He can't trust them! He can't trust anyone! "S-stop lying," he whispered. "Stop lying- just get it over with and stop lying."

They shared another look, unsure of what he meant by that.

"Oi, get up," the third one told him. His voice was gruff and scary, and he looked pissed. Izuku didn't want to listen to him, but he was more scared about what may happen if he didn't.

On shaky legs, Izuku stood, keeping his eyes on the ground and trying not to panic. Instead, he let himself go numb. That was always the best. It didn't hurt as much when he hid away in the back of his mind.

Faintly over his thoughts, he could hear someone talking; the three were bickering over something before one took his hand. He let them lead him away, a part of him shocked by the gentleness of the contact.

They entered a room, and the door stayed open. A bed sat against the far wall, but there seemed to be nothing else. A spare bedroom? One for guests when they had visitors, though now Izuku assumed it was where he would be staying and probably be abused to their heart's content.

The alpha let go of his hand, and Izuku heard talking, but he wasn't processing any of the words. Instead, he stared blankly at the ground, waiting for something to happen: an order, hands on his body, something.

He flinched when the window was opened. He could jump, but glancing over showed him that the window would be too hard to get through, and they were on the second or maybe the third floor. If he didn't injure himself trying to get through the window, he would when he hit the ground, and then what? He wouldn't make it far if he got hurt, especially in the city.

"Sorry, there isn't much in here. We hadn't exactly been expecting you?" He seemed confused about what to say as he pulled some more sheets from under the bed. "Do you have any luggage?"

Maybe the redhead needed to understand that when an omega is sold, they come with nothing but the clothes on their back unless other things were bought along with them... Izuku just shook his head.

He was silent for a moment before approaching again. "Umm, we never got your name; Shoto's father just dropped you off, saying you were a gift and left..." He sounded just as awkward as Izuku felt standing there. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima, by the way."

Izuku was quiet for a moment, "Izuku..." he muttered. "Izuku Midoriya." He seemed nice enough... but Izuku didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to consider Eijiro friendly and wasn't doing this to break him later. They always break him.

"Nice to meet you," he beamed.

Izuku didn't return the enthusiasm; why would he? He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be used by them. He'd rather be dead than get thrown back into this hell. "Can you just get this over with?" He muttered again.

Now the alpha seemed confused; his head tilted to the side. "I'm sorry... you keep saying that, but I don't understand what you mean."

How could he not understand what he meant!? It's why he was there in the first place. To be their toy, to be their plaything and release. It was a house with three alphas, and it only made sense for them to have a fuck toy.

Izuku's body shook with frustration. Tears built up in his eyes and threatened to spill. This alpha was toying with him. He had to be. He was probably enjoying seeing Izuku get frustrated because of this. Any second now, it would happen. They were alone now. If it were going to happen at all, it would happen now.

But it didn't.

Nothing happened.

He noticed the alpha carefully reach out a hand, but he didn't touch it. "You're ok," he told him softly. "You don't have to be scared. Nothing bad will happen."

Izuku lifted his hand hesitantly. He didn't know if it would mean anything to take Eijiro's hand, but he did. Carefully the alpha guided him closer.

"I'm going to hug you. Is that ok?" He asked. Shakily, Izuku nodded.

Muscular, solid arms wrapped him up into a warm and comforting hug. This guy was built like a brick wall, but he was a teddy bear.

Izuku didn't relax for a while, his brain not entirely processing why he was receiving a hug. His whole being screamed at him to get away, run, find the front door, and bolt. But a sliver of him sunk into the warmth and let himself be held.

~-~

Izuku curled into his blankets, confusion riddling his brain. Eijiro had left the room not too long ago, saying he'd be back with some food and water. Izuku didn't understand.

Why was he being so nice? Why wasn't he using him? Why weren't any of them using him? Not that he was complaining, but it didn't make sense!

Izuku buried himself further into his nest, feeling warm and safe in the thick blankets. It had been a while since he had had anything of the sort. Unfortunately, the "omega housing company" (more commonly known as the O.H.C.) didn't provide anything other than the bare necessities.

One meal a day, sometimes it was rotten or mush, one pillow that was hard as a rock, a bed with broken springs and one thin sheet... this was like heaven compared to that. Izuku didn't like that thought... knowing it would soon become a hell of its own. He didn't want to get attached to this sort of thing.

Izuku wouldn't admit to flinching a little when Eijiro returned. "Hey, I brought you some food," Eijiro told him softly, sitting at the edge of the bed and making sure not to mess with the nest. "And water, too." He handed Izuku the plate and cup but didn't take them. The alpha sighed softly, "ok... not hungry..." he muttered.

He could see the words on Izuku's lips, telling him to get it over with again, but they never left the omega's mouth. He sighed again, opening his mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words. What would it take for him to understand Eijiro wouldn't hurt him?

"Do you want me to leave the food and water here for later?" Eijiro asked.

Izuku stared at the plate of food for a few seconds before nodding, though he was still hesitant.

Eijiro placed it on the bedside table before sitting on the bed. "Your nest seems very comfortable," Eijiro noted, unsure what to say.

Izuku tensed and pulled one of the pillows into his chest. "Don't- don't make me t-take it apart... please," he muttered into the pillow. He wasn't allowed to make nests in the O.H.C. Why would he think it would be different now? It had been instinct telling him to make it because he finally had the materials.

Eijiro's brows furrowed, unsure how Izuku's train of thought got there. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not going to make you take it apart. If this makes you feel better, then that's great. We want you to be comfortable."

Izuku didn't understand. Why would they want him to be comfortable? He was just a stupid omega whose only job was to please an alpha, or in this case, three.

"If you want anything else for your nest, I can grab more pillows or blankets," Eijiro told him. "I don't know what nests usually have, so if this isn't enough, just tell me."

Izuku was quiet for some time, "w-why?" he muttered, not looking at Eijiro.

"Why what?" Eijiro asked back, his head dipping down to see Izuku's face.

Izuku buried his face into the pillow he held and shrugged. "Why am I allowed to have this I-I'm usually not-? A-and you're being nice... I- I don't get it."

"I want you to feel comfortable," Eijiro told him. "So do Shoto and Katsuki."

"B-but why!" as soon as the words left his mouth, Izuku covered it; he shouldn't yell at the alpha. Shit- shit, shit, shit, he's going to get mad. He will get angry now- Izuku covered his head on instinct, waiting for the alpha to blow up at him. "I'm- I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I'm sorry-"

Izuku felt a hand take his, trying to guide it off his head. Then, finally, Eijiro spoke softly, "hey," he said, gently squeezing Izuku's hand before moving to cup his cheek and trying to guide it up. "It's ok."

Izuku's eyes were glassy, and his breathing was fast. He didn't believe it. He didn't. He couldn't.

"You're going to hyperventilate," Eijiro told him, brushing his thumb over the omega's cheek. "Try to breathe with me." He took a slow breath, held it, then let it go slowly. He repeated this until Izuku followed him, and his breathing became more even. "See, you're ok."

"I-I'm sorry-"Izuku managed again.

"You don't need to be sorry," Eijiro told him. "It's ok, ok?"

Izuku stared at him for a moment, realizing the alpha's hand was still on his cheek and why- why did he feel so inclined to believe every word he said? "O-ok," Izuku whispered. This gained a smile from Eijiro.

"If you want, I can leave, and you can get settled, but if you want me to stay, I can do that too."

Izuku had conflicting thoughts. As the alpha's hand continued to rub his cheek softly, Izuku found himself leaning into it. He wanted him to stay, and he didn't understand why that was.

Eijiro took the silent answer and smiled.