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.... Be a real shame if I left it here.

Who do YOU think he has crossed paths with? Friend? Foe? And how will this person change things at the ball?

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"Queen... Midoriya?"

The wary voice pulls Izuku back to the moment, shaking his head before he finds whoever he bumps into. Hopefully, they won't make a scene about him-

But when Izuku drops his gaze, something catches his attention.

The stranger's cloak has a Sange crest.

So distracted by his thoughts, Izuku doesn't realize until it's too late.

He bumps into someone, nearly knocking the potion out of his hands. Izuku squeaks and fumbles to catch it, thankful he's trained his reflexes over the years with his fighting.

But it's a close call.

Will this make his strange urges go away? If they do, will Kacchan even notice? Despite his mind saying no, Himiko's words and his knowledge of the Law of Truth shoves into his chest.

It can't be a one-way street. His truth is entwined with Kacchan, which means the opposite-

“Well, if the spell's failing, then at least ONE of you is. And from how red you are, I can guess who, my cute queen.”
Izuku refuses to admit the truth, saying goodbye to the two women before he leaves quickly.

On the way home, his focus is on the tiny bottle Himiko hands him.

"This should soften some of the growing symptoms until your heat hits. But that's ONLY if you don't give into your omega; don't exchange fluids of any kind with your true mate. Otherwise, this is useless."

"We're not LIKE that," Izuku protests, neck flushing as her brow arches.

He doesn't say anything. What can he add? His omega's betraying everything he's told himself to let go of. The damning apple blossom scent lingers on every lie.

When he leaves the cottage an hour later, it's with a small bottle (that smells like juniper) and Himiko's warning.

"Himiko will do whatever she can to help you." Ochaco tries to soothe him by rubbing her cheek on his temple, letting her daffodil scent rush over him. "But, Izuku... it's okay for you to want something you don't share with the kingdom. To be HUMAN."

She sounds like his mother.

But for Trev, he has to try. He will bite his lip bloody, freeze his body until it turns blue. Throw himself into every battle to ignore the urges and desires his omega is trying to push past his walls.

"I'll take anything you can give," he says, bowing his head. "Please."

"You said you can brew something to help." Izuku can't afford to have a full-blown heat next month. Not with a potential war bubbling under the surface.

"Nothing I make will stop your omega." And he knows that. He isn't stupid enough to think he can will the Law of Truth away.

Even thinking like THAT feels forbidden. He leans into Ochaco when Himiko gives the ultimatum.

"Well, it's one or the other. You either remove the person weakening my spell, or... you accept your true mate. My spell will keep fading until it fully breaks during your next heat."

Because he accepts Kacchan will find a beautiful mate. One who can give him everything he DESERVES. Even if the thought... aches, sometimes.

Maybe, deep down, that's why he offers Kacchan the advisor role; to selfishly hold onto a small piece of him, just for Izuku to savor.

"The fact you're reacting to this mystery person proves my spell is already failing. I can give you a dampening potion, which may prolong the inevitable. And since you don't want the other person, then maybe if you send them away-"

His heart stops. "I don't want to lose him."

"Are you sure there's nobody you've gotten closer to since you've noticed the spell wavering?" Ochaco asks, and his stomach clenches at the memory of the bathhouse and wet thighs.

"I don't have time for this, not now!" Frantic, he looks at Himiko. "There must be something-"

"But I'm not being courted!" He shouts, his mind quick to challenge him without prompting.

Because if that was the case, why does his brain instantly think of sharp eyes and strong hands against his skin?

"Tell your omega that." Himiko shrugs. "I didn't make the Law of Truth."

"You mean..." For the first time ever, Izuku doesn't want to put the pieces together. "Your spell limits my omega's needs to mate. And so the reason it's not working now is... is because.."

He can't say, so Himiko does.

"My spell's good, but even it can't stop true mates."

Lust potions can't work on someone who's already in love with another.

Devoted mothers feel nothing from a spell demanding they harm their pup.

Warriors who swear their souls to their kings can power through corruption charms.

But one can only know a truth once they're tested.

Izuku has no magic, but still knows there's only one rule that applies to every spell, charm, and potion in the world.

The 'Law of Truth' is simple to explain; if something is connected to a person's truth, it cannot be stopped by magic.

But knowing one's 'truth' is... complex.

"Hmm... Nope. Your blood proves my spell is fully intact. Flowing perfectly, and no signs of another hex or charm put on you."

Izuku's eyebrows furrow. "If it's not broken, why am I feeling like this?"

"Well, if I had to guess... my spell is going against the Law of Truth."

"Does that mean the spell is weakening?" Izuku asks, Himiko skipping around the table. She collects his hand, and he winces when she nips his finger, licking his blood.

He knows that it's her way of checking the health of his body, using it to help Ochaco cure Toshi years ago.

He feels like a teenager explaining his first heat. Izuku knows this is natural, but he hasn't experienced his omega like this in a decade.

Luckily, his friends don't use the moment of weakness to tease, Ochaco rubbing his arm. "I did notice a hint of your apple blossom scent."

So he swallows the sweet drink and speaks.

"I'm scenting again. I can mask it, but if I'm distracted, or I'm with certain people it... comes out stronger. And I've started to purr. My omega's voice is coming out despite not being in heat. And last week I... my body... reacted."

"Like what?" Ochaco appears next to him with a cup, and despite not being able to smell it, he knows it’s homemade lemonade. He thanks her with a nod, sipping it to buy him a bit of time.

But Himiko and Ochaco are like Shoto; close friends he trusts with his little secret.

After the deer has stopped dripping blood, Himiko turns back to Izuku, tilting her head. "Did you have a rough heat?"

"N-No, it's not for another month." He rubs his palms against his thighs, squirming. "But there's been some habits I haven't done since you invoked the spell."

Himiko always respects the animals used for spells. Giving a proper cremation releases their souls back into the river of life.

Honoring nature, according to the blood mage, is crucial to having a pure connection with her magic. Those who don't may become corrupted by the power.

"Uh, well..." Unsure how to explain without showing his hand, he decides to be honest. "Is there a way your spell could... lose its power?"

Himiko scowls, flicking her fingers up toward the deer. Red magic moves like a dance, stitching over the carcass's open wounds. "How so?"

"Izuku?" Gold eyes find him instantly, fangs appearing in her wide smile. "My favorite queen!"

"Sorry to interrupt," he says, though Himiko waves him away as she checks on each of the mixtures she's creating.

"I know my queen wouldn't come without notice unless it was serious."

Himiko is beautiful, even slicing through the dead deer hanging over her small bowls. He winces as blood pours into each mixture, different colors of smoke spilling out.

Red splashes her cheek and lip, but she only licks it away as she continues her work.

"Honey, Izuku's here."

"Yup. But I warn you, she's working on some new potions." He grimaces at the information, knowing what that means.

Sucking in a breath through his mouth, he takes the offered item and fits the plug on the bridge of his nose.

Ochaco, used to it by now, leads him into the back.