four yules 2

Every year since its inception, Yuuei Academy hosted an annual Yuletide jamboree. While never as lavish as the gala at the capital, it was the highlight for young socialites; it was the chance for the children of lords and baronesses, kings and commoners alike could rub shoulders outside of classes, to partake in a slightly less stressful politics and showmanship before these heirs become rulers.

And Izuku wanted none of it. For weeks, everyone – omega, alpha, and beta – had frantically tried to find a date to the party. Izuku, despite being a commoner, was a male omega, which was novel enough that many alphas and daring betas had tried to ask him out

He rounded a corner and came face to gloriously pillowy chest with another person. The omega gave a small oomf, quickly averting his eyes from the taller alpha. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled, already trying to get away.

The alpha was blocking most of the hallway though. There was a few seconds of awkward silence before he coughed, making Izuku look up. “You’re not gonna ask me out?” the alpha asked, a blond eyebrow raised in surprise.

Izuku didn’t mean to, but he snorted at the thought. “Ugh, no, I don’t want to go at all and, no offense, I don’t actually know you?”

“Oh thank fuck, I thought I was the only one. None taken and no offence, but I’ve had someone walk into me 6 times this last week to try and ask me out so I assumed. Like, Yule’s fine and everything, but-”

“We’re here to learn, not party, right?”

“Exactly! Especially with the terrorist attacks that have been happening recently, you know?”

“Maybe,” Izuku mused, finger curled against his bottom lip in thought, “that’s why they’re pushing it this hard? To give people some levity but…”

“I’d rather just sit somewhere with some food and read a yuletide story to myself.”

“Me too, honestly.”

There was a pause before the alpha asked, “Want to see if we can get into the north tower and hang out there while everyone else looks for us?”

That wasn’t a bad idea. “Sure, although I’d love to know the name of whoever I’m hiding out with.”

“Bakugou Katsuki, you shortstack?”

The name was familiar – of course it was, with General and Lieutenant Bakugou in the news cycle once a week from arguing with the diet as they tried to decide the best course of action to respond to the attacks – but something at the back of his mind told Izuku it was something more. Regardless, Izuku smiled, “Midoriya Izuku!”

“Huh, sounds familiar,” Bakugou mused aloud. “But I’m not placin’ it.”

“My father is a minor foreign service officer?”

Bakugou huffed, “Naw that’s not something I would bother remembering. Anyways, let’s go, before my,” there’s a pause, “ friends figure out I’m not getting ready for the party. I have no idea how we’re getting in.”

“Oh that?” Izuku dug around in his backpack, before crowing in triumph when he found a key which he showed to his new companion. “I’ve got a key for it – Kayama-sensei was more than happy to provide it to me last week since I’m in the tower’s library so often. I was just going to get some food to tide me over for the night.”

“No need,” Bakugou turned a bit, showing that there was a bag slung over his shoulder, “I got plenty. I was hoping to go to sensei myself to get a copy but it seems you have it covered.”

Izuku laughed but led the way to the north tower, intent to not just get away from his friends but also learn more about the alpha.

So instead of dressing up and going to a lavish, boring shindig with their peers, Izuku and Bakugou ended up in opposite sides of a couch, sharing a blanket and a thermos of hot cocoa, debating politics and manga of all things as snow fell outside the window.