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Izuku shook his head off of the snow that had coated his green curls. His long ears stood up straight into the air as the snow dripped down his neck and down his back. His whole body shivered at the cold droplets and the sludge that stuck to the base of his bushy tail. Even that little fluffy stump wiggled back and forth to rid itself off of the cold.

He brushed his hand through his hair, looking up into the opening above. The sun didn’t shine through and the wind blew down into the hole he’d tumbled down with great anger. Few flurries of thick snow trickled down around him, causing another jolt to travel through his body when one touched down on his nose.

It had to have been at least a two meter long fall from above ground, Izuku mused to himself. The entrance sloped downward like a ramp and the tunnel itself was fairly narrow, but definitely not the entrance to his own warren. Not to mention that the smell that wafted through the air was far too carnivorous to even belong to a rabbit.

His ears dropped down as he glanced around in the dark, eyes not yet adjusted with the sudden light change. He could see the faint outline of walls and the ground which was covered in sticks and soft grass. Almost as if someone had made a sort of carpet on the burrow floor. It was soft to sit on, and even though it did itch his bare butt a little bit, it was definitely better than the dirty ground Izuku had been expecting.

With shivering fingers and aching toes from the biting cold, Izuku slowly crawled up the tunnel with unsteady steps. He had to lay on his stomach to squeeze through but he still had enough room to maneuver properly. His own burrow entrance was much smaller and much more narrow than this one, just to keep predators from managing to get inside. 

The wind bit at his nose and his fingers, and toes were red from the snow where he’d trekked through the winter wonderland outside in hopes of finding some shelter. He was too far away to go home and had hoped to take cover in some hollowed out oak somewhere. But he’d only managed to wander aimlessly and the woven grass shirt did little to save him from the snowstorm that had taken to the area. The only cover it gave him was for his arms and torso. It snagged on his tail and left his behind bare for the elements along with his legs. Otherwise it would probably have gone as far down as his thighs.

Before he’d left his tiny burrow his mom had dressed him in the shirt along with a woven coat with a hood made out of collected fur that they’d both shed along the year. It hung warm and snug around him and the matching boots she’d woven that were equally as comfy. They’d been stuffed with grass and mozz and shed rabbit fur to give his feet warmth in the snowy terrain. But somewhere along the way he’d gotten a bit sidetracked and the day had rolled away, and when Izuku had decided to return home he had fallen in a lake that had ruined his boots. His coat had snagged on a tree and ripped before being taken by the wind and he’d been left to wander aimlessly, cold and alone and scared that he might freeze to death before the sun came out again.

He stuck his head out, squeezing his eyes shut and covering his face with his hand as the wind took hold of his hair and his ears. They flapped behind him wildly and ice particles hit him in the face. His ears were aching, his cheeks burning from the cold and his nose was redder than his feet that were probably risking frostbite from the cold.

With a whine he slid back down the tunnel and landed on the carpeted floor. He huddled up in a ball, rubbing his ears and then his feet to get circulation back into them. He could barely feel the digits and when he wiggled them back and forth, it hurt. He rubbed some more as a cold chill tore through him, and he sniffled.

He was alone in someone else's burrow, far from home in an area he didn’t know and caught up in the middle of a snowstorm. Izuku’s luck just couldn’t get much better, could it?

A whimper escaped his throat as he rubbed his nose on his sleeve. His eyes burned, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or if it was from the tears that threatened to fall. He was shivering and all he wanted right now was to bundle up in his little hole in his own warren, in his little nest of warm pelt and grass and moss. A warm woven blanket his mom had made him one summer was still there and he had a food stock that he was saving just in case of a snowstorm starting. Now he couldn’t use any of that, and he was all cold and hungry and scared.

Kacchan had said Izuku was going to end up in trouble one of these days. Had always pointed out Izuku’s happy and naive nature as his biggest weakness.

“You’re going to walk head first into trouble with how you prance around,” the pomeranian had said with a huff. A small snarl had left him as his tail had wagged back and forth. He’d rubbed at the red spiky collar around his neck that hung loosely to show it wasn’t a show of his sexual nature, simply an accessory of choice. “You’ll fall on your head and then some carnivor will eat you up.”

But that was easy for Kacchan to say, Izuku huffed to himself as he looked around the burrow. He lived in a nice little house with his mom and dad. They had the privilege of being not just a carnivorous species, but dogs. Domesticated and considered classy enough to live modern . As if the life Izuku and his mom lived wasn’t good enough. Many Rabbits lived out in the wild like they did. So did tons of other species as well, not just them. Wolves were famous for their wild lifestyle and even some horses prefer to run free in nature instead of moving to the bustling cities.

And Izuku liked his life. It was the only life he’d know growing up. He’d heard stories from Kacchan and he had been to visit some times, but most of Bakugou’s friends were city species and they didn’t understand Izuku’s prefered preferences. He didn’t dress like they did and he didn’t act like they did.

So what if it was a bit cold in the winter when the sun disappeared behind the clouds and the snow would cover the ground in a blanket of white fluff. As if the clouds had fallen from the skies. But a few cold months did nothing to compare to the free spring and the wondrous summer. Of running around the trees and the lakes, picking berries and eating wild plants. Learning the herbs and the recipes of nature from his mom and knowing how to give back what he took.

Sure, it was a hard life. But Izuku absolutely loved it.

Besides, he didn’t understand those faux leather clothes that Kacchan would wear or that leather collar around his neck. Why he would cover his feet with such thick material even during summer to the point where he couldn’t even feel the grass beneath his feet. That was even part of why Izuku liked to have grass in his woven winter shoes, to feel that gentle tickle of the blades sliding between his toes. The pre cooked meals and the big houses that you got lost in and then so many streets with such noise and…

No, Izuku liked the wild of the forest. It was his home. He’d been born in his mom’s warren and he was hoping to live out the rest of his life out here, one day with his own children.

That didn’t change the fact that when things like this happened, Izuku just wanted to disappear into the ground and never surface again.

He ran his hand over the wall in the dark, feeling the roots stick out and how the dust crumbled a bit under his gentle touch. By this point he could see them fairly well and he knew that there was an additional room to the burrow before his fingertips touched the rounded out entrance in the dirt.

He tumbled inside, slipping on the edge when his sore legs gave out. He made a flip and landed with his legs up against the wall, head on the dirt and a small bump in the back.

“Ouch,” he spoke to himself, winching as his feet fell down. His bum pressed against the wall as he put his hands down to sit up. He stopped when his fingers met with hard, white bone. And the blood froze in his veins.

Izuku was very careful when he adjusted his position, hearing how the bones clicked and clacked against each other as he moved. He closed his hand around one and brought it up to his nose to sniff it only to recoil in fear. It hit the dirt with a silent thud, kicking up dust around it.

Animal bones.

Fresh animal bones.

It was at that moment that Izuku looked up, preparing himself to bolt out back into the snow when he was fixed to the ground with a harsh stare. Glowing mismatched eyes locked him to the spot as something moved closer in the dark.

At this point, Izuku’s eyes had adjusted enough to the dim light that he could make out the features of the person nearing him. The animal whose burrow he’d invaded in his tumble. 

Long hair hung down his shoulders, seeming to be of different colors if Izuku didn’t see wrong in the dark and his shoulders were broad. When he snarled, Izuku saw teeth that could only belong to a carnivore. Claws scraped over the ground when the man moved closer and closer, a faint growl in the air around them. Behind him sweeped two large tails that looked suspiciously like…

Izuku swallowed. “A fox…”

“You’re intruding,” the fox said, voice deep and husky. Like a gravel deep inside of the man’s throat.

“I didn’t mean to!” Izuku exclaimed, a loud whimper following when he was trapped against the wall. The bones were slimy and threatening beneath him, digging into his flesh as his heart pounded away in his ear. His right leg started to twitch, thumping on the ground as if to kick the animal away. “Please, don’t eat me. I’m not tasty!”

It wasn’t as common as it had been a couple of decades back, but it still happened that carnivores devoured herbivores whenever they got hungry. In the cities it was illegal and concidered murder, if Izuku remembered Kacchan right. But out here? In the wild? There was no one around to stop you if you found a tasty treat to snack on, whether it was an animal that had long ago returned to its roots and no longer retained any humanoid features or if it was someone like Izuku with a conscious mind and the ability to speak.

Wolves, mountain lions, bears and even foxes were some of the few species that his mother had warned him about his entire lives. They wouldn’t show you mercy and they would only take what they wanted. If he saw one, he was to turn around and run the other direction without a second thought.

He couldn’t run this time. The beast in question was blocking his escape and he was too cold and frozen from the weather to put up a proper fight. So instead he just squeezed his eyes shut and prepared himself to kick if he had to.

“I’m not going to kill you,” the fox said bluntly as he moved closer, putting one hand next to Izuku’s hip and the other so close to his tail that his breath hitched. “You’re advanced.”

“Ye-yes! I am.” Izuku furiously nodded.

The fox appeared to look him over, from his wind torn shirt to his red feet and snow bitten cheeks. A clawed thumb brushed over his cheeks and those heterochromatic eyes got so close that Izuku could count the shades of blue in his left eye and see that his hair was split down the middle in an array of snowy white and fiery red. A scar seemed to marr the left side of his face.

“Is your face dirty?” the fox asked as a thumb moved over his cheek.

Izuku shook his head slowly, too afraid to do any drastic movements. “I’ve got… I’ve got freckles.”

“Freckles,” the fox repeated after him in a curious tone and when his thumb brushed below Izuku’s eye, he couldn’t help but meet that mismatched gaze. “Are you cold?”

“Yes. I got… I’m lost, and then the storm came and I…” Izuku bit his lip and sniffled again. “I can’t find my way home and I don’t want to die, so please don’t eat me.”

“I won't kill you,” the fox repeated slowly and still without much emotion in his tone besides that underlying growl. A strong musk filled the small space that made Izuku’s loins pulse and his nose itch. “If you do something for me.”

Izuku swallowed, shoulders rising to the base of his ears as he carefully nodded for the fox to continue. One of his ears stood upright, high on alert for any sound and his leg was still kicking, twitching with the need to thump.

“Let me fuck you.”

The wind was howling, the burrow—or den, now that he knew it belonged to a fox—was filled to the brim with the scent of dirt, musk and something else, something that was prickly in his nose. A scent he couldn’t quite explain. The occasional flurry still managed to make its way down into the den, fluttering past them. Yet, in that very moment, for Izuku, the world might as well have stood still.

“But… I’m a bunny?” was the only excuse Izuku could find as to why the thought of a fox and rabbit having sex was the most absurd thought that had ever been voiced aloud. 

Why would a fox even want to breed with him of all people? There was no way that he could know about Izuku’s sexual nature even if his eyes had now gotten used to the dark enough to see the face of the fox before him in a clearer light. Izuku was clenching his thighs together too much for him to see what was down there and his shirt was thankfully laying in folds over his thighs.

“I can see that,” the fox said as he nuzzled Izuku’s neck. A sharp and coarse tongue licked across his jugular and his breath caught in his throat. “But you’re the one that fell into my den. Even a baby rabbit would know not to bother a fox during these times.”

January, Izuku’s mind supplied. It was January, and it was winter, and foxes would breed in winter. Most commonly in January.

Izuku had fallen straight into the den of a fox in rut, and right now Izuku was the closest person in a ten mile radius that he could get off with. It was quite literally a choice of being eaten or being fucked.

“But I don’t know you,” Izuku found himself mumbling lowly, slowly shrinking into a ball as the fox stared down at him. “You don’t know me.”

“Shouto.”

“Huh?”

“My name.”

“Oh,” was the only sound Izuku made at that. A frown took to his features as he glanced around the small room before quickly returning his gaze to the fox. “I… I guess, if that’s the case, my name’s Midoriya I-Izuku.”

“Now we know each other,” the fox—Shouto—said simply, his slender fingers brushing up Izuku’s twitching leg until he was dangerously close to slipping in under Izuku’s shirt.

“That… That’s true, but…” Izuku stammered, trying to find an excuse that would work on a fox in goddamn rut of all things, only to come up empty.

He’d grown up alone with his mom, and as his sexual nature went against his gender, Izuku had never known any males that had gone into rut other than Kacchan and his friends. And Izuku was never around them long enough to be bothered by such concepts. He spent his own heats in his warren, nuzzled in his little nest and riding it out while his mom made sure that no one came inside when he was vulnerable.

Thankfully, as a rabbit, Izuku had an advantage that many with his sexual nature didn’t. He could pretty much choose how bad his heats were going to be. If he was going to be lying in his nest, writhing in pure agony over the need to breed or if he would be able to move around the warren without much bother other than a slight fever. 

“I could just eat you, if that’s what you’d rather want,” Shouto said with a shrug, his hand gripping Izuku’s leg roughly and pulling him down with a loud yelp.

Shouto gripped his thighs quickly while Izuku tried to kick him with his legs at the sudden angle change. His head fell to the ground and his hips were raised up into the air while his shirt slid to his abdomen, leaving him on pure display.

“I don’t want to die!” Izuku wailed, kicking with his legs and covering his privates with his hands in an attempt to save at least some of his modesty.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Shouto said with an annoyed groan. “I’m going to eat you.”

“They’re the same thing!”

“They’re not.”

“Yes, they are!”

“If you calm down, I’ll prove it to you,” Shouto said, nibbling on the inside of Izuku’s thigh.

“You’re going to kill me.” Izuku sobbed, tears now leaking down his cheeks.

Much to his surprise, he was laid back down onto the ground. His thighs were released and Shouto’s teeth left his skin. He still hovered over him on all fours, his meaty and quite erect manhood standing between his legs quite proudly, as he came up to eye level with Izuku. He dropped down to an elbow while his hand slowly traced the side of Izuku’s ribcage.

Izuku sobbed again, sniffling and whimpering. He dried his nose on his sleeve once more before he met with Shouto’s eyes. “What are you waiting for?”

“For you to stop crying and listen to me,” he said simply.

“Why?” Izuku asked, rubbing away a few tears while Shouto brushed his hair out of his face.

“Because I’m not going to kill you. I’m freezing half to death and my knot’s burning me from the inside out,” he said so bluntly that Izuku wasn’t sure if he was joking or if he was serious. Either way, it made his face turn crimson. “I need to fuck , and you—” His hand moved down to Izuku’s hip as he purred with delight at the way Izuku squirmed under him. “—Need to warm up from the cold outside. You’ll go into shock otherwise.”

Izuku had to admit that he wasn’t wrong. He was still ice cold and shivering, both from fear and from wandering through a snowstorm for hours without proper protection. But there was no way that he could just agree to have sex with some random person he met in the forest, could he? And a fox and a rabbit? Together? It just didn’t work. It went against evolution for them to breed with each other.

“I-if—and only if!” Izuku pointed with a shaky finger at him as Shouto’s fingers brushed over his pubes. “If you’re really, really—and I mean it—really, really gentle.”

The last words were a mumbled mess of murmurs and stammering, but he got them out. Which was all he really could do at the moment. 

“I thought rabbits were all sex crazed,” Shouto said with a raised eyebrow as his fingers finally moved down to touch Izuku’s limp dick. They quickly abandoned it, though, when they found that there was more down below that shouldn’t belong there. Shouto’s eyes widened and he pushed up as if to get a better view. “You’ve got a womb.”

Izuku swallowed in fear as he nodded. “I’m an omega…”

“I’m an alpha,” Shouto said immediately after Izuku had finished speaking. “Midoriya Izuku,” he said, his free hand rubbing circles on Izuku’s cheek. “Let me breed you and I’ll make sure you get home safely.”

“And you promise not to eat me…?” Izuku asked carefully, fidgeting as Shouto’s fingers started rubbing across his folds.

“I will only eat your cunt,” Shouto promised, so bluntly that Izuku shrieked in surprise. Shouto let out a long breath of air that created a big white cloud as he exhaled, sweat seemed to trickle down his brow as he asked, “Will you let me?”

“...O-okay.”

Shouto purred in approval. He licked a long wet stripe up Izuku’s cheek before nuzzling into his hair, inhaling his scent and rubbing his own over Izuku. Then he snaked a hand around Izuku’s slim waist and easily hoisted him up and carried him the small distance from the food storage to Shouto’s own nest. When Izuku was put down, he was in a bed of soft leaves cushioning a bunch of sticks. Grass and other soft materials from the forest, along with what looked to be torn clothes, filled the bed. Tufts of white and red pelt were stacked in the nest as well.

In comparison to what Izuku had expected, it was actually quite comfy. 

He pushed up on his elbows with his heart in his throat and its beat loud in his ears. His leg was still twitching, kicking around the leaves and the bedding. One ear stood almost stiffly upwards, straight and reacting to every single bit of noise that could be heard, from the wind outside to the breaking of sticks as Shouto climbed in after him.

Here, in the main room of the den, Izuku got the best look of Shouto. His skin was pale and dirty. There was dried semen on a well toned abdomen and on the junction where his hips met his thighs where his hips bones protruded quite prominent. He was clearly well trained and had probably been properly groomed once with how his bangs hung in a very precise cut that framed his face perfectly, drawing attention to his eyes. Narrow feline eyes with long eyelashes that contrasted with a sharp jawline and just the hint of roundness to his cheeks. The rest of his hair had been left long, now hanging down over his shoulders. Just like his hair, his tails and his ears were split in color, while the tips of his tails were the opposite color of their respective sides. Left had a white tuft at the tip, like a proper fox usually had, while the right had a tuft of red at the tip.

All in all, Shouto wasn’t bad to look at. He especially wasn’t bad off below the belt either, as Izuku had already noticed. A bead had already started dripping down the thick shaft, the vein pulsing and the member angrily twitching when a wind blew down from the opening.

“Are you sure that you’re going to…” He had to stop to be able to voice the words aloud. “Fit in—that you’ll fit?”

Shouto’s hand came down to grasp his erection and he gave it a pump before smearing the precome around the head with a low growl. “I’ll fit.”

That was the only thing Shouto said on the matter before he dove down to Izuku’s twitching leg, kissing along it as he held it still with firm hands. Izuku had to bite his lip and clench his hands tight as he let Shouto kiss up his limb, closer and closer to his loins that were throbbing something bad.

That long tongue licked over a hickey that was left and a soft nibble that made Izuku yelp in surprise, and just a tiny smidge of fear that still lingered. But it quickly started to dissipate as Shouto moved surprisingly slowly for an alpha in rut. He seemed to be taking his time well and focusing a lot on making Izuku relax before he eventually got the junction of Izuku’s thigh and hip, where he left a hickey to show he’d been there.

Their eyes met for a few seconds, Shouto’s hungry and lustfully eating Izuku up with his gaze while Izuku was staring down in anticipation and confusing fear.

This was not how he’d expected today to go. This was not how he’d expected his first time to go either, to be fair. 

Devoured by a fox he’d only just met in the midst of a snowstorm.

What a story to tell absolutely no one when he left here later.

Well, hopefully he would feel good, too, he thought to himself as he took a long and calming breath before dropping down onto his back. Shouto was going to do what an alpha in rut did and Izuku was going to lay there like an omega was supposed to do when an alpha approached you with a request to breed. That was the law of nature, Izuku supposed. Not that he’d ever had to face it before himself since he mostly stayed to his own, but it had to happen eventually.

Shouto blew a hot breath against his naked loins, pulling on a thick bottom lip with a clawed thumb. The tip grazed the inside before brushing down to his entrance that was getting damper and wetter the more he thought about what was about to happen.

Was Shouto going to plunge inside without hesitation? Was he going to maybe stick his fingers in first just to get a feel for it first? Or was he just gonna admire it for a while and get Izuku in the mood to go before starting off for real?

That was something that Kacchan had told him once in a conversation that Izuku hadn’t really wanted to have. They’d just ended up in that area of discussion and Bakugou had—while being quite annoyed—explained the bare basics of alphas and ruts and how sex worked to Izuku who really could have gone his entire life without knowing those kinds of details.

That was at the time, at least. Now he was glad that he knew the little that he knew, or he was going to be completely lost on what was going to happen. But he couldn’t properly picture what it was going to feel like, though. Bakugou’s description of that had been as vague as a star constellation on a cloudy night sky. Hard to see and shape unreadable.

Guess he didn’t have to know, since he was soon going to figure it out on his own.

His breath hitched and he let out a surprisingly soft eep -sound when Shouto blew on his entrance before licking a long line across his entire pussy. From bottom to the top where he gave the limp cocklett a chaste kiss that stirred it awake quite quickly.

It seemed to please Shouto because he soon went on to do just as he’d promised, eating Izuku out. Licking across his loins and up his awakened member to plunging his tongue inside of his tight cavern and tasting his juices as they flowed out in small streams. All the while, Izuku was arching his back in surprise and in pleasure at the odd but euphoric feelings that rocked through his body. He gripped at the leaves and found a tree root sticking out above his head like a handle that he clasped onto with one hand in an effort to ground himself in the sensation.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” Izuku gasped, his hips shaking and core tightening as his dick throbbed and twitched. Shouto gave it a long and thorough lick, from bottom to top to all around the shaft before he swallowed it in one gulp. He gave a hum and one bob of his head before Izuku unraveled at the overwhelming feelings that overtook him.

For a while, he saw stars and he wondered faintly if he was outside and that it had all been a fever dream. He floated across the white space before he materialized back in the nest, back falling back to the bedding and hands falling beside his head, exhausted and limbs heavy like they’d been filled with water.

“That was very fast,” Shouto hummed as he licked his lips, eyes darker and pupils thin, small slits in his eyes. A part of Izuku told him to worry about that, but the other just couldn’t find the strength to properly think things through right now. “I expected you to last a little longer.”

“I’m sorry,” Izuku found himself whispering, eyes falling open and shut multiple times after his orgasm. “I didn’t mean to.”

“But you relaxed quite a bit. This should make it easier,” Shouto said, and that’s when Izuku realized that there was something moving inside him. Bending, prodding and pumping in and out.

He gritted his teeth and keened before daring to look up. Shouto sat between his legs, one hand thrusting a couple of fingers in and out of Izuku while the other was rubbing Shouto’s own cock back and forth. Small drops of precome pushed out of the slit with the pump, leaking across the shaft and making it wet and slippery. His eyes hung hooded and the billowing white clouds of his heavy breathing made him look almost feral, yet somehow managed to give him an ethereal glow. As if Shouto wasn’t, quite literally, a feral beast right now working on pure carnal instinct. 

That beast of a cock was going inside of him, Izuku realized, eyes zeroing in on the bead forming at the tip. It was going to pierce his entrance and split him apart from the inside out, and then the knot was going to plug him up and he would be knotted to Shouto for who knows how long.

How long did foxes knot anyway? Wasn’t it different from species to species? Had Kacchan said something about it and he’d just forgotten? 

He couldn’t remember. Couldn’t focus on anything other than the fox pushing his legs apart as he pleasured himself and pumped his fingers in and out of Izuku without abandon. He tilted his head back and forth and Izuku had half a mind to ask him what he was thinking about, but decided to not voice those thoughts aloud.

“That’s it, I can’t wait anymore,” Shouto finally said with a deep rumble deep in his throat.

Izuku swallowed, about to open his mouth to answer when he was roughly flipped onto his stomach. He got a mouthful of leaves and shed fox fur in his mouth when his hips were roughly raised into the air. Fingers brushed up the underside of his tail, down over his twitching asshole and then to his stretched folds that clenched repeatedly at the sudden lack of fingers.

I’m not even gonna get to see? Izuku looked over his shoulder, hesitating just a bit when he caught sight of Shouto lining himself up. He only got so good of a view since his own tail stood right in the way, but from the way Shouto’s hand was moving behind his raised behind, it didn’t take a genius to figure out. 

He quickly turned his face back to the bedding, fisting the material tight as the warm head of Shouto’s cock pushed against his folds, rubbing up and down, sending jolts up over Izuku’s spine and smearing precome and slick across the pulsing loins.

He inhaled a shaky breath of air that shook his entire body as he dug his fingers so deep into the nest that he grasped onto the sticks and even the frozen dirt down below. He scratched at it, catching some under his nails as his entrance was slowly being stretched with the push of Shouto's hips.

It was… an odd feeling, to say the least. He couldn't quite explain it in any other way than that. Like a rounded ball was trying to enter him, slowly pulling on his walls as his tight muscles were yielding to the force of the push. And then Shouto was inside with a wet pop that sent Izuku's whole body into a shudder, like a spasm. His leg twitched and kicked backward and his teeth started clattering together at the sting of the stretch. He whimpered, shifting his hips a bit as if that would make the sudden ache go away only for it to rub the head against his walls.

Shouto groaned in clear pleasure. His thumbs dug into the round flesh of Izuku's backside, digging claws and all of his fingers into the round flesh to leave V shaped marks behind later. The sound of the nest rustling as he changed his position just the slightest and as the sharp claws on his feet dug into the ground for support echoed in Izuku's ears as his mind reeled.

There was someone inside of him. About to push deep into his very core to untouched areas that even Izuku hadn't had the opportunity to explore yet. Deeper than he could ever go himself.

It was almost weirder than the feel of having Shouto enter him.

"I won't be able to stop," Shouto groaned with an almost threatening growl. He sounded pained when he followed it up with a quiet, "Sorry." 

Izuku only shook his head. "It's… it's fine. I under—I understand, so it's o-okay."

He whimpered loudly, the sound echoing across the room, when Shouto leaned over and picked up the base of Izuku's ear while he pushed further inside at a very quick pace. Not each millimeter for itself in an extended number of minutes to let Izuku adjust to the sudden stretch of Shouto's cock, but inch for inch until he couldn't go further without Izuku whimpering in pain. 

Each noise Izuku made was accompanied by a soft purr or lick or kiss to his neck area or jawline. Maybe the occasional nibble and sucking on the sensitive base of his ear and the junction where furry ears met the skin of his jaw and cheek. A hand rubbed up his spine, tickling the flesh and making Izuku roll his shoulders at the sensation before the hand moved downward again to rub the very sensitive area surrounding the base of his bushy little tail. It made the stump of fluff twitch and wag back and forth. Shouto circled the area, pressing down on the taut flesh between the base of Izuku's tail and asshole making him keen.

“So soft, and tight,” Shouto moaned, rolling his hips and making small shallow movements that dragged sound after sound from Izuku. “And fucking wet. Shit.”

All Izuku could do was mewl and keen and wiggle his tail at the ache while his teeth ground against each other softly in delight at the ministrations to his tail and neck area. It was a bit of a contradictory mix of sensations that Izuku couldn't decide if he liked or not. But his body had definitely already made up its mind on that matter since his cocklett throbbed and twitched between his legs, leaking small drops into the nest and creating a small wet puddle beneath him. Slick was dripping down the inside of his thighs where it had pumped out of his with Shouto's previous fingering.

His mind was confused and still reeling from the orgasm while his body seemed to already have caught up with the situation at hand. Having decided that the sensations and feelings Shouto brought him were good and nothing to fear.

Without much warning Shouto pulled out roughly before snapping back inside with equal amounts of speed and force, sending Izuku's body rocking forward with each thrust. He would probably have bumped into the wall if he didn't plant a hand on it and Shouto held tight around his waist with one hand and the other firmly planted beside Izuku's head for support. He almost laid above Izuku, holding himself up with knees digging into the nest and pressing down on the bunny with each pump of his hips. 

At first Izuku groaned and moaned and whimpered, his sounds echoing around them while the wind howled above ground. Each rub of his walls made it easier and the sting slowly dissipated to be replaced by simple friction and the slap of balls against his dick. Then Shouto brushed something tight inside, an area filled with nothing but nerves and it sent a jolt of electricity throughout Izuku that made him arch his back and mouth fall open in the loudest moan he'd ever made. He hadn't even been aware he could make such noises before Shouto had stolen them from his throat.

There was no hesitation when Shouto started aiming his thrusts, pistoning against the sensitive spot and eventually tearing scream after pleasant scream from Izuku's lips. His body spasmed and jolted, moved and pushed and ached with each brush and thrusts that his body tried to automatically match to minimal levels of success.

There really shouldn't have come as a surprise when Izuku came once more, painting the nest white with sterile semen at the faintest touch of Shouto's fingers around his shaft and a thumb pushing against the slit of his head. What shouldn't have been an even bigger surprise was the fact that Shouto didn't stop in his pumps. On the contrary, he seemed to be picking up speed instead, sending Izuku into a blank mess of open mouthed and silent screams as his eyes rolled into the back of his mind. And when Shouto did come, he did so with a roar that filled the den and drowned out the howling winds from above.

Izuku was pretty lost at that moment, but he was still faintly aware of the fact that Shouto pumped out his orgasm and let Izuku's tight and clenching walls milk his orgasm before his knot swelled beyond unimaginable size, plugging Izuku up as his belly was filled to the brim.

The last conscious thought that Izuku had was that his stomach was warm and hot.

It wasn't the last time they went at it. For the next few days, Izuku was put in a number of positions that left his joints and his nether region ache afterwards. His belly stretched to accommodate the massive amounts of semen the alpha ejaculated and by the time he fell asleep in Shouto's arms for the last time, his belly was swollen and inflated. 

He woke up first afterwards, head pounding with a faint headache and his body sore. He was wrapped up in a tight embrace as Shouto snuggled up against him, his head resting snug against Izuku's chest as he breathed hot air against a well decorated collarbone.

The winds had calmed down outside and the small snowflakes that trickled down into the den now melted the second they touched the ground. Creating a small pool of wet soil where the faint light from above illuminated the den. Even the temperature had risen, though that could also be from the fact that Izuku was still warm from their repeated activity and from being held so tight every time they fell asleep afterwards. Now, all he could think to do was to look down on the hungry alpha sleeping soundly against him, barely making a noise.

Shouto's duo colored hair was thrown out of order, mixing white strands with the red and Izuku spent a good hour or two correcting them. Being so meticulous that he eventually ended up brushing his fingers through the tangled mess of hair until it was smooth and silky. He wondered if it would be more radiant if it was properly washed.

By the time Shouto started to stir against Izuku's bossom, a darkness had fallen outside. The light was dimming and the flurries were picking up again. The wind bit at the entrance to the den and a cold wind blew down and made Izuku shudder and curl further up against Shouto. 

At home they had a small latch made out of leaves and sticks that was weighed down by sticks attached to ropes to keep the wind and water out, especially during the winter months. But their Warren was also a mess of tunnels with multiple rooms for relieving themselves in winter to eating to sleeping. It was less of a rabbit den and more of an underground house with how they'd decorated it and piffed it up with help of Inko's friend Mitsuki, Kacchan's mom from the city. 

Izuku swallowed when Shouto raised his head, eyes still bleary with sleep and blinking up at him in clear confusion. He stared blankly ahead for a second, hummed before his head fell back against Izuku's chest. And for a brief second Izuku was left unsure about what to do before Shouto's head flew up again, eyes blown wide before he practically threw himself backwards. His hands thrown up around his hands as he looked at Izuku with an almost fearful look in his eye.

“I'm so sorry,” he said, looking down on himself and then clenching his fists. “I didn't mean to… I wasn't thinking straight, I was…”

He didn't finish but the clear disgust with himself was clear in his eyes. The way he looked down at his hands with spite and then growled, holding his head in what looked to be clear regret.

“I'm sorry,” he repeated. “I'm so sorry.”

That wasn't the reaction Izuku had expected at all. The complete opposite in fact. He'd thought Shouto would be just as smug and sly as he'd been during his rut. Hungry and deviant and lavishing Izuku's body like he was now his property, since, technically, there was a chance that he might be carrying the fox's pups.

“It's okay,” Izuku said, pushing up onto his knees. He winced when his stomach ached and he held a hand under it as a trickle of liquid ran down his thighs and heels. “I promise I'm okay. You didn't hurt me.”

And to be fair, Shouto really hadn't hurt Izuku one bit. He hadn't bitten him to the point of either mating with him or leaving a scar. At most he'd nibbled. He hadn't forced himself on Izuku despite the fact that he'd been in rut. He'd been a bit rough in the midst of it, but not to the point that Izuku regretted it or hadn't felt good as a result.

“But I…” Shouto began slowly, eyebrows furrowing as his mouth formed a thin line. “I did something horrible to you.”

“Not… really,” Izuku mumbled, cheeks burning as he held his stomach. Shouto looked up and met his eyes, clearly confused. “I mean, I thought that you would eat me, like actually kill me, when I first… so I'm not really… I don't mind.”

“You don't mind that I fucked you the second I saw you?” Shouto asked, actually moving closer with a skeptical look on his face. “Unless you're just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I mean it,” Izuku said with a firm nod. Then he bit the side of his lip before holding out his hand. “I'm Midoriya Izuku, I guess you could call me Izuku now, since we just… It's nice to meet you, Shouto.”

Shouto was hesitant in accepting the handshake, but he did. When he did, Izuku pulled him just a bit closer with a blushing face. “You remembered my name.”

He shrugged as Shouto released his hand and he let it fall back into his lap where he fiddled with his fingers. “It's a bit difficult to forget after the days we had.”

“Right,” Shouto mumbled quietly, eyes hidden by his bangs. “I'm sorry.” Then he looked from Izuku to the snow falling into the nest from the entrance. “Do you need help getting home? I can accompany you, if you want.”

“I don't really know the way back home,” Izuku admitted, a bit cheapish. He tilted his head as his shoulders rose.

“You're lost,” Shouto recalled. Izuku nodded in confirmation.

“I didn't mean to invade your den but I didn't see it,” Izuku explained. “But it's far more comfy down here than it is outside.”

Shouto nodded. “It's going to snow for a while. It's only going to get worse.”

Izuku sighed, holding his head in his hands and rubbing his face against his palms. “I'll freeze to death if I go outside now, and I don't recognize this part of the forest.”

The alpha looked between Izuku, the entrance and then Izuku's come swollen belly. He frowned and then awkwardly looked down on his hands. He shifted his weight and there was the faintest twitch in his expression as he shuffled just a bit closer.

“Do you think that you're pregnant?” he asked bluntly, meeting Izuku's eyes head on and making Izuku's face burn a shade similar to his face. He shrugged.

“I don't know.”

“Were you in heat?”

“I'm a bunny.” Shouto gave him a confused tilt of his head and Izuku sighed as he began his embarrassing explanation of rabbits and biology and why it was so stereotypical that rabbits had a lot of sex. “So, technically, my body will be fertile when it wants to.”

“So, you might be pregnant and you might not be pregnant?” Shouto asked, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head as he thought about it deeply. “And you don't know?”

Izuku shook his head. “No.”

“I can't ask you to leave if you're carrying my pups,” Shouto said in a low tone and Izuku inhaled sharply at his words. His heartbeat picked up as he waited for the next set of words. “If it doesn't make you too uncomfortable, you can stay here with me until it's warm enough for you to go back home.”

Izuku's face split into a bright smile and he nodded happily. “You won't kick me out?”

“No,” Shouto said with a shake of his head. Then his cheeks took on a reddish tint. “But, I should warn you. Foxes have their ruts between December and March. I might go into rut again. I might attack you.”

He swallowed as he thought about going through another round of continuous pleasure and decided that, really, it wasn't so bad. He'd felt good and he couldn't get any less pregnant if Shouto's seed had already festered inside. There was really nothing to gain or to lose from staying longer with Shouto.

“I don't mind,” Izuku said, straightening his back and trying to look confident. “If you give me a warning first.”

“I promise,” Shouto agreed with a firm nod.

Izuku sighed in relief. This probably wouldn't be so bad. Shouto was kind of nice and when he blushed like that with his awkward words, he was kind of cute, too.

“Could we… maybe cuddle again? I'm cold,” he whispered with a bit of a pout and shifted his hips back and forth. His shirt had been discarded somewhere after Shouto had torn it off of him sometime during their third round. He would just fix it later when he had the material. “And you're really warm.”

Shouto looked absolutely confused and bewildered. He looked around his den before giving a small shrug, letting Izuku pull him down and curl into a ball next to him. The two tails moved to wrap around Izuku on instinct and he smiled, grinding his teeth together in approval.

“You did that while we…” Shouto stopped himself before he cleared his throat, looking away with a blush that traveled down to his neck. “What is it?”

“Oh, this,” Izuku whispered, covering his mouth with his hand and averting his eyes. “It's, uh, kinda like purring, I guess? It kinda just happens when I'm happy.”

An odd mix of a hum and a grumble rumbled in Shouto's throat and his arms tightened just a bit around Izuku's frame.

Izuku smiled against Shouto's warm chest. Spending time down here until he could make new boots and a coat to trek home didn't sound like such a bad idea anymore. He… kinda liked the thought of it. Kind of liked the thought of Shouto.

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Izuku cracked his eyes open and squinted at the small stream of light that shone down through the entrance to the den. He groaned and buried himself deeper into the bedding and snuggled up further against Shouto’s warm chest. The fox’s tails had wrapped securely around him like two fluffy blankets and his arms were tightly hugging him to his very warm chest.

A big yawn left him. His nose twitched and he rubbed his palm over his face, nearly digging it into his eyes as if he was trying to push his eyeballs deep into his skull. His ears moved backwards and then upwards before falling flat behind his head. He curled up into a small ball, wrapping his leg around Shouto’s and using him as his own personal body pillow.

He pretended to be asleep for as long as he could, but when he noticed how the hands on his back were starting to move around awkwardly he gave up with a sigh. Shouto’s hand moved from the small of his back to his shoulder blades and then to his neck only to quickly move further down before halting somewhere along his spine which made Izuku shiver. That seemed to make the fox even more confused on where to put his hands.

“Morning,” Izuku murmured, rubbing his nose and eyes just like a wild rabbit would out of pure habit before looking up to meet Shouto’s uncertain eyes. He got a very unsure expression back and probably what Shouto thought was a reassuring twitch at the corner of his lips. It didn’t do much. His eyebrows moved more than the corners of his lips did. To ease the awkwardness, Izuku asked, “When did you wake up?”

“A few minutes ago,” Shouto replied quietly. He averted his eyes before they flickered back to Izuku multiple times. He audibly swallowed—though, from Izuku’s vantage point, he could easily see how his Adam’s apple bobbed, so it didn’t really matter if he heard it or not—before he finally seemed to settle for his hands just above Izuku’s waist. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I just didn’t want to get up,” Izuku said with a shake of his head.

“Oh,” Shouto said, mouth becoming a thin line. “You can go back to sleep if you want.”

“It’s fine. I’m awake now,” Izuku said, nuzzling into the bedding with his cheek and a smile.

“I don’t mind,” Shouto insisted. His tails wrapped further around Izuku, nearly covering his entire body with how he was curled up. “I won’t move.”

“What if you need to go pee?” Izuku asked with a raised eyebrow, and Shouto blushed. He looked away, ears twitching and Izuku sat up on his elbow. “You need to pee, don’t you?”

Shouto nodded slowly. “But I can hold it.”

“No, that’s not good for you.” 

Izuku shook his head and sat up despite his body protesting. His muscles still felt the aftermath of their days long fucking session, but he forced them to listen. At least so he could sit up. He hoped the ache would go away soon. 

He looked around the small den and furrowed his brow. He pursed his lips and actually stopped to think about what Shouto had just said. He also hadn’t gone to the bathroom since they’d started going at it, which had been for a good couple of days. Something about his body shutting down some natural functions to help cope with the alpha’s rut, or something along those lines. Izuku wasn’t really sure.

The problem was that he couldn’t see anywhere that could be used to relieve himself. The only separate room in the den was the room with the animal bones and Izuku wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to go back in there again. Mostly because the idea of potentially stepping on the skeletal remains of a feral rabbit made his stomach twist something uncomfortably.

“Uhm, Shouto?” he asked slowly as the alpha sat up beside him. His tails still somehow managed to remain as wrapped around Izuku as they could with their new positions. “Where’s the latrine?”

“The what?”

Izuku turned around with wide eyes, ears suddenly stiff upwards. “You know, latrine? Where you—where do you go relieve yourself?”

“Oh, you mean the bathroom?” Shouto said, eyebrows rising upwards into his overgrown bangs. 

“Yes, you know, where you go do your business,” Izuku said, waving his hands around desperately in an attempt to explain. Now that he’d finally woken up, his body was catching up to the last couple of days. 

“There isn’t one.”

It was said so simple and straightforward, so neutral, that Izuku had to stop to process the words. His eyebrows rose upwards and then fell, he frowned, looked around the room before he looked back at Shouto as if he was expecting the fox to say something else. Or maybe say that it was a joke and there was some hidden room somewhere that Izuku just hadn’t seen since they’d been a bit too busy for a tour. Instead Shouto just tilted his head, his red ear twitching while his white one tilted downward slightly.

“Oh, my God, you’re serious,” Izuku said with a gasp.

Shouto looked around. “Why would I lie?”

“Then where do you—?” Izuku waved down at his body with frantic hands to emphasize what he didn’t say aloud. 

“Outside?” Shouto shrugged and Izuku’s heart sank into his chest.

“In the snow?”

“Yes.”

“There’s snow up to your knees out there.” Izuku pointed to the entrance where a small pile of snow had formed that was now melting into the ground from the dark spot around it. “You’ll freeze your butt off.”

“There aren’t many other options,” Shouto said with a shrug.

“Outside?” Izuku asked in defeat, squeezing his legs shut tight with a whimper.

“Sorry,” Shouto mumbled.

Izuku sighed, rubbing his ears over his face before he nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Let’s go,” Izuku clarified with another nod.

“Together?” Shouto asked with wide eyes.

“Well, we don’t have to sit next to each other, but I really need to… and I don’t want to get lost in the snow again. I don’t have any more clothes to lose,” Izuku said with a look at the remains of his shirt.

Shouto nodded with a gruff huff in the back of his throat. The fox moved, his tails sweeping away from Izuku, as he stood up on far too stable legs for Izuku’s liking. It bothered him even more when Izuku tried to stand up and his legs nearly buckled from the weight of his body. Shouto reached out and caught him before he became a heap of rabbit on the dirt floor, which he was thankful for but it didn’t make him less irritated over the fact. His tail started twitching back and forth as he looked at Shouto’s stable form and down at his own weak and aching thighs.

He waved Shouto’s hands away when he thought he could manage his own balance better, and did his best to not topple over once those hands left him. Instead he grasped at the wall and held himself upright, trying a fake reassuring smile for Shouto as he took a step out of the nest. Mostly just out of defiance for his own shaky legs.

“I can help you,” Shouto said as he followed Izuku towards the hole in the ceiling that was their entrance way. “You should probably rest some more.”

“No, it’s fine,” Izuku insisted with a shake of his head.

He looked up at the entrance way and swallowed. He’d easily made his way up there a few days ago, but that had been before he’d spent his days overexerting every muscle in his body for hours on straight. Now he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to hoist himself upwards enough to crawl in without struggling. His arms weren’t as weak willed as his legs were right now, but he still wondered if they’d hold him up right now.

He made a few pumps and rolls of his arms. Stretching them above his head and twisting his spine to ease some of the tension. Shouto watched him with curious eyes that seemed to very respectfully remain above Izuku’s clavicle at all times. Painstakingly so.

“I’ll go first,” Izuku said as he grabbed the edges of the entrance and pulled himself up into the small tunnel that led upwards. His thighs protested when he pushed off of the ground and Shouto put his hands beneath his feet to give him an extra boost. His ears spiked upwards and he called his legs back with a blush, “Don’t look at my butt!”

Shouto stiffened down in the den and he quickly averted his head. His tails flicked behind him and even the tips of his ears seemed to take on a red tone despite the fur. “Then why would you go first?”

Izuku didn’t answer and instead just shimmied himself upwards. When his hands touched snow and the cold winds bit at his cheeks and his nose, he called down for Shouto to follow him. He didn’t leave the burrow until he felt Shouto’s fingers against the tip of his toes.

He hugged himself the second he was outside, hunched on the ground in a small ball. His ears fell against his back, shivering and whimpering as the snow made his toes and feet red from the harsh cold. The wind tugged at his hair and the snow made his bushy tail damp. He shook it to get rid of the snow only for it to get covered in the substance, making his shriek as the sensitive area where his tail met his back were covered in a small patch of cold snow.

Then his face was suddenly full of red and white furs. The cold winds became less of a problem and when he looked up, Shouto stood outside the entrance to the den. He was crouched down on the ground, seemingly unbothered by the cold of the snow as his tails wrapped around Izuku once more. Then, before Izuku could thank him, he was scooped up into Shouto’s arms.

“What about you?” Izuku asked after a sudden squeal that he was just going to pretend didn’t happen. “You’ll get cold!”

“The cold doesn’t really bother me that much,” Shouto said as he walked towards a small area not too far from the den. There he started to dig out the snow with his foot until the hard ground could be seen underneath. He didn’t put Izuku don’t until there was a large patch of the ground revealed.

When Izuku put his feet down, there was hardly any snow on the ground. He looked around and he couldn’t stop the way his nose started to twitch back and forth repeatedly. He fiddled with his fingers.

“T-thank you,” he said before adding awkwardly, “I think…?”

“I’ll wait over there,” Shouto said, pointing towards a tree not too far away. “Behind it, I mean. I won’t watch.”

Izuku nodded and crouched down as Shouto trekked through the snow behind the said tree. The deep holes he left behind as he walked left a long trail behind him, the sweeping of his tails behind him creating a beautiful sweeping pattern in the snow.

He looked up to the sky where the few glimpses of sun peeked through the dark grey clouds that covered the sky. A few specks of blue were seen here and there and he wondered when the next time he would be seeing the sun again was going to be as he started doing his business. 

He finished as quickly as he could, trying not to take too long and then using the snow to clean himself afterwards. It was an odd experience and he hadn’t done it often, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to go out in the snow. It wasn’t necessarily pleasant, though.

A shiver rocked through his body and even his tail twitched, and it wouldn’t stop. It moved uncontrollably behind him in irritation at the cold and his ears were stiff down his shoulder blades in displeasure. 

“Shouto?” he called as he shuffled snow over the ground to cover up the evidence. He stood up, only losing balance a bit as his thighs gave a small hint of protest but not enough for him to topple over, but he crouched down again anyway. The wind bit at his naked body and he found that curling into a ball did much more to protect himself from the cold. “Are you… are you done?”

He covered his face as a strong wind took hold of his ears and his hair, tugging and pulling on him. Then it stopped and when he looked up again, Shouto was coming back towards him.

“I’m done,” he said, picking Izuku up just as easily as he had before.

Shouto carried him the short distance to the den, which during normal conditions probably wouldn’t be all that big of a deal if it hadn’t been for the fact that there was knee high snow blocking his path. He had to take large steps each time and he couldn’t use his tails to sweep as much of the snow away as he had before since he was wrapping them upwards and around Izuku. But they made it back to the entrance and Shouto carefully lowered Izuku down until his feet were above the hole in the ground.

“I’m going to drop you now, okay?” he said and Izuku nodded, slowly untangling his arms from around Shouto’s neck.

He slid down the small tunnel and landed on the ground with a small ouph, but much more prepared this time than he’d been that first tumble down into the den. At least he managed to land on his feet, very much looking like a rabbit in the dark with his ears perked upwards, listening for any foreign noise and nose twitching back and forth as he adjusted to the darkness down below.

He quickly jumped out of the way when he heard shuffling above. Barely a second later, Shouto landed on all fours in the den. At that moment, he looked more like a feline than he did a dog. But when he looked up, his eyes glowed in the dark, shining up like that of the predator he was. It made Izuku’s heart leap into his throat with a hitch. His thick tails brushed across the ground before his eyes landed on Izuku and he relaxed.

“Are you okay? You made a noise,” he said, looking around as he came over, still on all fours before stopping before Izuku. He leaned close and sniffed alone his collarbone before retreating. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Izuku shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I just landed weird.”

“You didn’t sprain an ankle?” Shouto asked, looking towards his feet and Izuku pulled them towards himself and hugged them to his chest.

“No, I landed on my butt,” he mumbled with burning cheeks.

That got Shouto to relax. He sat back with a noise in the back of his throat that was probably the equivalent of an, “Oh.”

Izuku just gave a hum of his own back before he looked around them for something to ease the tension that was building up. It wasn’t surprising that it was a bit awkward between them. They were strangers, after all, and they were both naked after having had sex for an extended period of time where Shouto hadn’t entirely been in his right mind. Some awkward tension was to be expected. But that didn’t mean Izuku had to like it.

He fiddled with his toes and then with his knees. They were bruised from where they’d dug into the dirt one time too many lately and the scrapes were healing up nicely. Below the inside of his knees there were dull prints in the shape of Shouto’s hands slowly fading from existence.

A shiver ran through him, making his shudder and clack his teeth when one strong gust of wind managed to get inside of the den and wash over them. Shouto once again wrapped his tails around him like two duo colored shields.

“Maybe…” Izuku began slowly, looking away before he looked up at Shouto with hopeful eyes. “We could cuddle again? I don’t have as much fur as you.”

“Right,” Shouto said with a nod. His face unmoving as he pulled Izuku into the nest and against his chest. So stoic despite his bashfulness in so many other situations. He tucked Izuku against his chest, situated between his legs so that his tails could cover his entire body and them both from the strong winds. “Is this better?”

“Yes,” Izuku said with a sigh, his teeth slowly starting to grind together as he snuggled up against Shouto’s chest. He curled into a tiny ball, pulling his feet in under the fluffy fur and enjoying the slight tickle of the soft bristles against his skin.

He rested his head on his knees as he watched the mismatched tails slightly shift around them, as if they couldn’t quite stand still but were determined not to move. He reached out carefully and brushed his fingers through the thick strands, and was astonished when his hand nearly completely disappeared into the white fluff of the right. His whole hand was swallowed as he dragged it through the tangled furs, slowly carding the small knots out with care.

“How did the snow not bother you?” Izuku asked with a tilt of his head as he curled his fingers. They were a lot fluffier than he’d expected a fox’s tail—or tails, in this case—to be, and a lot softer, too. Especially the white one in comparison to it’s red counterpart. Though, the difference wasn’t that noticeable.

“My mom was an arctic vixen,” Shouto replied simply. He held out his palms in front of himself for Izuku to see. “I’ve never been bothered much by the cold.”

Izuku looked over his shoulder at Shouto before he turned to inspect his hands. There, despite the dark lighting, he saw the outlines of darker spots on his palms and up the pads of his fingertips. His eyes widened as he traced them with his fingers and felt soft, yet rough skin pump upwards against the otherwise pale skin. He couldn't believe that there were still anthros that retained such rare features. But what made him even more fascinated was the fact that there seemed to be some thick covering over them that he couldn’t understand. Like a rise in the skin that lacked something.

“What is that?” he asked.

“Natural calluses,” Shouto replied simply as Izuku stared with wide wonder at what could only be paw pads on Shouto’s hands. “My mom has similar ones. Her’s are covered in fur, though.”

“Fur?” Izuku asked wide eyed. He looked over his shoulder at Shouto. “Like, actual paws?”

Shouto nodded. “When I was little, my feet and my hands—” He stopped and rubbed his palms against each other, claws extending and then retracting. “But it started shedding, so they shaved it off. It never grew back.”

“Why would they do that?” Izuku asked, covering Shouto’s hands with his own. Forming like a small shield around them with his own hands.

He’d never inherited any of those more ancient features that some could get. Most called it a rare mutation and other’s called it strong genes. At most, Izuku had been born with thicker skin on his feet and rougher patches, which you could call paw pads if you wanted to, though they weren’t quite, that helped protect his feet from getting injured when he was running around barefoot.

Shouto shrugged. “Doctor thought it was because of the stress the warmth had on my body, since we didn’t live near the arctic.”

“But that’s still horrible,” Izuku said. He bit his lip before he pulled Shouto’s hands to his face and kissed them gently. “I hope it grows back.”

Shouto only gave a soft grunt at that, his tails twitching before curling further around them. Mostly around Izuku, though, but he figured that was a given since the alpha was resting against the wall of the den.

He was glad that Shouto had calmed down after his initial freakout over what had happened during his rut. It was even a bit cute how he’d almost gotten shy around Izuku, not saying much and often averting his eyes with that faint blush to his right cheek. The left one was too scarred for him to tell. But it really wasn’t just that initial reaction that had been different from his rut, but just generally who Shouto was as a person. This fox that he was snuggled to now was definitely not the fox that Izuku had expected to meet once the rut ended.

He didn’t mind, though. He much prefered this shy fox to the slightly threatening one he’d first met. 

Izuku’s head fell forward against his knees. His hands still wrapped tightly around Shouto’s became his pillow as he hummed contently. It wasn’t as warm or as protected as his mom’s warren back home, but it was definitely comfortable. Shouto was like a natural radiator and his skin had a warmth to it that made Izuku want to sink further into him. His tails were fluffy and he didn’t mind the way they had a tendency to become Izuku’s own two personal blankets. He could very easily fall asleep here and know that he would be safe.

Suddenly, something coarse, long and very wet licked a long line up his neck. Like a slimy tentacle dragging across his skin making Izuku shriek in surprise. His whole body stiffened and one of his ears flopped down while the other stood straight in attention, on high alert to find the intruder before his mind supplied that it was probably Shouto who was the culprit.

He slowly turned his head to look at the fox with a worried expression. He swallowed before he slowly and quite nervously asked, “W-what are you doing?”

“Cleaning you,” Shouto replied simply, tilting his head a bit. His ears twitched before his eyes closed again and he licked another long line. up Izuku’s neck to the bottom of his ear. When he reached the fur that grew at the bottom of Izuku’s jawline connecting to his ear, he gave a second, much shorter lick as he groomed the green fur.

Izuku shivered, clenching his thighs and squeezing his hands—and Shouto’s in extension—between them. He whimpered, a small stifled moan following. No one had groomed him since his mother would when he was little and even then he had always tried to run away from her to avoid it. She usually only did it when she needed to show affection or when he refused to take a bath. As a little kitten, he hadn’t understood that. 

That didn’t make it any less weird as Shouto lapped at his skin. All the way up to his ears which made Izuku release an involuntary moan that rippled through his chest all the way down to his core. The shivers moved through his body as the sensitive skin of his ears were stimulated and he felt the small trickle of slick that passed his lower lips. He smeared it on his hands and completely forgot that Shouto’s hands were down there with his own.

The fox inhaled sharply, and suddenly his fingers were moving around. They escaped Izuku’s grasp and started to wander around the peachy thighs. Finding the remains of their activities. Small patches of dried semen that Izuku hadn’t managed to get off with just snow.

Izuku let out a yelp as he was pushed backwards into the bedding, his leg pulled high up into the air as Shouto licked across his ankle and calf so casually that he couldn’t believe it. He met his mismatched eyes, that heterochromatic gaze framed by long eyelashes and hooded eyelids. All peeking out past his overgrown bangs that gave him an aura of dominance and even a tiny smidge of intimacy.

“You don’t…” He swallowed as he covered his loins with his hands. “You don’t have to do that. I’m good now.”

Shouto frowned, the skin around his left eye pulling and stretching with the small action. “It’s dried all over your skin,” he said, running his fingers up the inside of Izuku’s thighs and sending shivers through him. “Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“A little,” Izuku admitted, not really having taken much time to think about the semen he hadn’t gotten off when he’d cleaned himself after doing his business earlier. He’d been too cold for the thought to cross his mind. What remained now was the last bits of a trickle of slick and Shouto’s come, but it was still dried on the inside of his thighs in small white patches. “But we can just use snow.”

“You’ll get cold,” Shouto replied, slowly licking downward. Just as he had during his rut.

"We can just heat it up. Melt it, and we'll get water in the process," Izuku said, bending his free leg at the knee. He looked away with a nervous chuckle, not sure if he should kick or not. "It's easy."

Shouto stopped and looked at him. His ears twitched upwards and his tails snapped behind him. "I never thought about that."

"How do you get water?" Izuku asked with a frown, pushing up one elbow while keeping his other down between his legs.

"Eat snow?"

“That’s… one way to do it,” Izuku agreed but he made a grimach at the idea of the cold crunch. “But melting is so much easier. All you need is a bowl, snow and a fire. I’ll show you.”

The fox thought about it for a moment before nodding and releasing Izuku’s leg back down to the bedding of the nest. He placed it on the coverings gently before Izuku pulled his legs back towards himself.

There wasn't much for bowls in the small den, so Izuku watched with a mild stomach ache as Shouto ripped a skull right open with his claws. He scraped the sides until it popped in half like a lid on a jar. He inspected it before holding it out toward Izuku with an unreadable face.

Izuku chuckled with a horrified whimper, looking down at it and then away. He scratched his cheek, hands shivering as he slowly reached for the skull.

"I… uh, don't think I'm comfortable…" he said carefully. "...With that."

"We don't have anything else," Shouto said with a shake of his head.

"You don't have any kitchenware?" Izuku asked with a tilt. He looked around the den and did agree that it didn't exactly look very lived in, and looked more like something a feral animal had built. "At all?"

Shouto shook his head. "No. This is the forest.”

“Yeah, I know, but didn’t your parents, you know, pass some down to you? I know some of our stuff comes from my mom’s grandma,” Izuku said, crossing his legs and putting his hands down between his legs to cover his modesty. “You know, passed down? Generation to generation?”

“I didn’t know that,” Shouto said, eyes widening just a bit. “We just bought ours.”

“Oh…” Izuku said in a mumble, pursing his lips and looking back at the skull. His mouth formed a thin line as he slowly reached towards the animal cranium. He swallowed as his fingers touched it and his stomach twisted just a bit. It was too big to be a rabbit skull, so at least that was a relief. “Okay,” he spoke with a long inhale. “I can do this.”

He grabbed the skull and held it between his hands for a while, looking down on it and silently apologized for the horrible action he was about to use it for. He whimpered as he stood up, nude as he was and slowly took the few steps to the entrance of the burrow. 

“I can do that,” Shouto pointed out, but Izuku just shook his head.

“It’s fine,” he said with a tiny bit of a grossed out smile. “It’s just some snow.”

He slowly started to shimmy his way up, skull in hand as he crawled upwards into the biting winds. They hit him in the face and he shivered as a small pile of snow fell straight into his face at a particularly strong gust of wind and making him shriek at the cold.

“What happened?” Shouto called from down below. There was some rustling and Izuku let out an even louder and high pitched noise when he felt something wrap around his ankle. “Come down.”

He cried out, leg kicking on instinct. A loud yelp and a thud came from behind him, and he froze. “Oh, my God.”

He shrunk down on himself as best he could and slid down the small tunnel and tumbled down onto the floor of the den. Shouto sat on his behind while rubbing his nose. A small trickle of red was covering his upper lip and his fingers where he brushed them to stop the bleeding. His cheek was taking on a slight shade of red even in the dark of the burrow.

“Oh, my God!” Izuku repeated, dropping the skull and hurrying over to Shouto. He knelt down and pulled his hand away from his face. “Oh, my God.”

“It’s fine,” Shouto said, tilting his head away when Izuku leaned even closer. Izuku only followed.

He grabbed Shouto’s cheeks and pulled his face towards him, using his grip to tilt it every other direction. Upwards, sideways and down. He got as close as he could, breathing the same air as Shouto and close enough that he could smell the alpha’s natural musk swirl around him. Surprisingly pristine and clean for someone that had just gone through a rut and lived in the forest, Izuku thought to himself, but still retaining some natural prickly scent that had to be from his fox nature.

A small red stream trickled down from one of his nostrils while a splotch had formed underneath the other one. The thick drop heavily traveled down the small path already paved and when it hit Shouto’s upper lip, a long, red tongue darted out past thin lips to lick it up as if on instinct.

“Does it hurt? Don’t answer that, of course it hurts,” Izuku said with a shake of his head. “I kicked you. I’m so sorry, Shouto. I really didn’t mean to. I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Shouto said, eyebrows high on his forehead and a tiny bit awkward as if he didn’t really know what to do. “I’ve suffered worse.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any better,” Izuku said, a small whine escaping his throat as he brushed his fingers over Shouto’s upper lip. They stained red and the smooth path was smeared out into a second red blotch. 

He swallowed when he looked up, meeting Shouto’s mismatched eyes looking at him with their intense gaze. You could see in his eyes how he was holding his breath, and Izuku’s cheeks started to burn as he realized just how close he was. Slotted between Shouto’s spread legs, nude as the day the two of them were born, hands on Shouto’s cheeks and so close that he could smell the faintest hint of foul morning breath on each one of Shouto’s exhales.

He remembered how those lips had traveled up his body just a few hours ago. From his clavicle to his navel and even further down. Dragging across the sensitive area of his inner thigh that made him kick his leg in surprise, which made Shouto grasp his ankle and hold him firm. His grip was so strong that Izuku struggled to do something as little as bend his knee. So strong, and demanding, and dominating. So very alpha.

Izuku swallowed, shrinking down on himself just a little until he was face to face with Shouto’s clavicle. He looked down to hide his burning face and forming blush only to shriek when his eyes landed on Shouto’s manhood in which he looked up again. He met Shouto’s eyes for a second before he averted his eyes upwards and then sidewise, arms coming to cover his face in a makeshift scarf.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to look,” he hurried to say, squeezing his own legs together.

“It’s okay,” Shouto said and when Izuku dared to glance back, he saw Shouto holding his hands between his legs and also looking away. If it hadn’t been for the white of his hair, Izuku wouldn’t have noticed the blush that dusted his cheek. “We’re naked. Can’t be helped.”

“Y-yeah,” Izuku agreed with a nod. He let his hands fall down slowly.

He looked around the den in a hurry to find something to somehow ease the sudden tense atmosphere. His gaze landed on the skull and he shook his head. Not the time. He glanced at the nest, thrown about and distrubed from their days spent in the throes of pleasure. There, torn apart and destroyed, lay the pieces that remained of his shirt. 

With a spurt forwards that only a rabbit could achieve, Izuku dove for the nest. He grabbed for the largest piece of his shirt and clutched it to his chest. He swallowed, took a long breath that filled his ribcage to the point where it hurt before releasing it. He turned around and slowly crawled back towards Shouto who stared at him with wide eyes. His head didn’t move, but his eyeballs did. Irises moving from where Izuku had been to the nest.

“You’re fast,” he said, not even trying to hide the surprise and wonder in his voice.

“Uhm, yeah,” Izuku said with an awkward chuckle. “Lots of leg strength.”

Shouto nodded as his brow furrowed. He looked away for a moment before Izuku moved his face back.

“Now, sit still,” he said with a tiny shake to his voice. Then he raised the remaining piece of his shirt, more of a rag of grass and straw now, to Shouto’s nose. It didn’t absorb as well as cloth would’ve, but it did the job as best it could. A large red stain covered the area Izuku used to brush over Shouto’s upper lip.

“Why didn’t you kick me?” Shouto suddenly asked, brow furrowed but sitting still to let Izuku work.

“I did kick you?” Izuku said with a questioning look back.

“Back then, when you first fell here,” Shouto explained. “Why didn’t you kick me? If you’re this strong, then you could have easily escaped on your own.”

Izuku shrugged. “Maybe, I guess. But I was cold, and frozen. I’d been walking through the snow for hours and I could barely feel my feet or my fingers. I guess, I was just glad to not have to be outside.”

“But weren’t you scared? You thought I would eat you,” Shouto said, head tilting a bit to avoid the rag as he spoke. When Izuku insisted on continuing, he grabbed his wrist in his firm grip again. “Why would you let me do that to you? I’m a stranger.”

To be perfectly honest, Izuku didn’t really have much clue as to why he had agreed to let the fox fuck him through his rut. Maybe it was the promise of protection that came with it. The potential for heat during a horrendous snowstorm that had left him cold and shivering in fear of freezing to death, cold and alone somewhere where he would become food for some predator. The promise of warm hugs and cuddles and safety in a very bleak situation. Shouto had at least asked him instead of just jumping him the second he’d seen him, which had probably been part of the reason why he hadn’t outright refused him. The fact that he’d been terrified to be killed had also been part of that reason, but that’s besides the point.

He couldn’t say he regretted it, either. For as odd and scary as it had been at first, it hadn’t been bad. Shouto had been rough in his own right, but not to the point where Izuku had been in pain. Not to mention that his omega and rabbit biology had thankfully kicked in sometime after the third round and helped him keep up with a bit of a heat high to spur him on. Which was also why he had no idea if he was pregnant or not. It could have just been a haze to get him into the mood—horny, in other words—or it could have actually been his biology deciding that now was the right time to get knocked up.

It was as much of a mystery to him as it was to Shouto.

His mom had said that it would become easier to control when he became older, but he wondered if it would be the same for omegas like him. His mom was a beta, after all. She didn’t suffer through the same struggles that Izuku did. She’d been able to decide to not have more children and that was that. Izuku couldn’t tell if he was going to be able to make that decision himself if he ever had sex during his heat or if his body would make the choice for him.

“I wanted to get warm, I guess,” was the only answer Izuku could come up with.

“But there must have been other ways for that,” Shouto said, releasing his grip on Izuku’s wrist with a silent, “Sorry.”

“There wasn’t,” he said with a shake of his head. His ears flopped down behind his back and he looked down at the bloodied rag in his hands. “I don’t know where I am. The forest looks so different during winter. I wasn’t meaning to be gone for this long and I didn’t mean to walk so far, and then that storm hit. I got lost, and lost my coat and my boots and I thought I was going to die. Falling into your den saved my life.”

“But I took something precious from you,” Shouto said.

“Precious?” Izuku asked with a tilt of his head.

“Or…” Shouto shut his mouth and looked away with a hint of shame. His ears twitched downwards. “Sorry, I assumed.”

“Assumed what?” Izuku asked, tilting his head as his ears flew upward again. When Shouto didn’t answer, he repeated, “Assumed what?”

Finally, with a sigh, Shouto replied with a quiet, “That you were maid.”

Izuku blinked, eyebrows furrowed before it clicked. “Oh, you mean that I was a virgin?” Shouto nodded and Izuku looked away with a bit of a chuckle, a tiny bit embarrassed at the turn of the topic. “I was.”

“Then why are you so okay with this?” Shouto asked. “You’re an omega. Isn’t that something important to you?”

Izuku furrowed his brow even further. “Why would it be important to me?”

“Because… you’re an omega?” he said slowly.

“I’ve never considered it to be something precious,” Izuku said, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger. “Is that something they say where you come from?”

Shouto nodded a bit awkwardly. “Omegas are really careful about their maidenhood.”

“Maidenhood,” Izuku giggled, shifting so he was sitting a bit more comfortably while Shouto crossed his legs. “I’ve never heard it said like that before—no, I think Kacchan said it once. But I didn’t know that meant virginity.”

“How… how does it work here?” Shouto asked, his body tilting to the side. His tails moved in the air behind him. He seemed a bit like a child at that moment, eyes wide and curious.

Izuku just shrugged. “It’s just what you are when you haven’t had… you know, when you haven’t done it with anyone. But it’s not something you protect or that you call precious.”

“It’s not?”

“No. This is the forest. It’s a free for all,” Izuku said with a stiff rise of his shoulders.

And he really meant it when he said free for all. Sex was just another natural part of life out in the wild. He’d seen a lot of animals and anthros having sex out in the open. On the forest floor, against a tree, in the water or by the lake. It wasn’t uncommon and it wasn’t weird. It was just the way of life out here. You couldn’t always ask for privacy unless you were in your burrow or warren, and some anthros that lived out in the open like nomads, like the wild horses, just didn’t give a crap about privacy whatsoever. 

Shouto’s eyes grew wide, and maybe even a bit terrified. “Free for all…?”

“Well… Maybe those are the wrong words,” Izuku said with a shake of his head and hands. “But it’s not uncommon for people to do it wherever they want with whoever they want. That’s just how it works out here. Unless you have a mate, I guess. But I think that’s more of a city thing.”

“You don’t mate in the wild?” Shouto asked, tilting his head further.

“Shouto, can I ask you something?” Izuku said carefully, eyebrows furrowed and a bit awkward as he scooted a bit closer. When Shouto nodded, he looked away with pursed lips. “You’re not from here, are you?”

Shouto shook his head. “No, I’m not.”

“Who’s den is this?” Izuku asked carefully and very quietly.

“It was abandoned,” Shouto replied simply.

“You sure?” Izuku asked, glancing towards the bones in the other room. Shouto followed his gaze and his face hardened.

“I’m sorry about those, but I have to eat,” Shouto said slowly. “It’s probably gross to you.”

“I’ve seen dead animals before,” Izuku said. “I’ve just never been in a predator's den. I don’t really make a habit of spending time with those that can eat me for dinner.” Then his head whipped around to look at the bones and back at Shouto. “Wait, you ate them? As in, you ate them raw?”

“Yes?” Shouto said with a twitch of his ear. His red tail flicked upwards in a snap before slowly descending down to the ground.

“It didn’t give you an upset stomach?” Izuku asked.

Shouto shook his head. “No. I’m an omnivore. But it wasn’t pleasant.”

“That means you don’t have to eat meat, right?” Izuku asked with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

“I don’t have to,” Shouto agreed. “But there’s not much else available right now.”

Izuku beamed at him. He smiled and nodded in approval.

He couldn’t say he hadn’t had his own tiny share of meat in his days. He might be a bunny but he was also anthro, meaning he did have the stomach to digest it if he decided that was the diet he wanted. Occasionally he would treat himself to a bowl of katsudon now and then, but otherwise he would stick to his vegetables and greens. His mother prepared a mostly vegetarian diet, since she didn’t like to cook meat. As far as Izuku knew, she’d never eaten it, either. The few times he did eat it was when he was in the city with Bakugou, but those times were also rare. They didn’t exactly see each other all that often. Izuku didn’t like the bustling city life and all of the noise that came with it or the stress that everyone seemed to have to get from point A to point B, while Bakugou in turn didn’t enjoy the free life that Izuku led in the forest. Saying it lacked structure.

“How did you end up out here?” Izuku asked, his ears spasming upwards and his nose slowly starting to twitch back and forth.

“I needed to get away. The forest seemed to be the best option,” Shouto replied simply with a shrug. “Didn’t expect it to be as difficult as it is.”

Izuku giggled as he shook his head. “It’s not as easy as people think. It’s hard work to survive out here, but it’s fun. If you make it fun.”

Shouto nodded. “I wouldn’t know.”

“I’ll teach you,” Izuku promised with a beaming smile. “I mean, if you want to stick around after the snow melts. I understand it if you’d rather go back to wherever it was you lived before, but if you do want to stay—it’s okay if you’d rather not. I know some don’t stick around to help raise kittens or pups, and that’s fine. I’m sure I can do it on my own, that’s no problem. Really. I’ve got my mom, after all. But if you do want to stay and—”

“Midoriya,” Shouto interrupted. He grabbed both of his cheeks when the rabbit didn’t stop. “I’m not going away if you’re pregnant. I wouldn’t do that to anyone.”

“You promise?” Izuku asked, shrinking a bit but still brave enough to meet Shouto’s eyes.

“Yes.” He gave a firm nod. “I promised you I wouldn’t send you away if you were carrying my pups. I mean that.”

“Okay,” Izuku said with a sharp intake of air.

“And, I don’t think I’d mind living out here,” Shouto said as he released Izuku’s face. “It’s calm out here. Not as stressful, and quiet.”

“That’s because no one stress out here,” Izuku said. “There’s no need to.”

What was there to stress about, really? At most, it was collecting food for the winter months, but they all helped with that. The market place was a great place to share your goods or trade. Money wasn’t a thing out in the forest and it was all based around mutual exchange of goods. Like Izuku trading a straw coat for a bag of grain for his mom, or a woven pair of boots for a crate of vegetables. That was just how things were out here. The concept of money didn’t interest anyone because nothing had a value in the same way as in the cities. That kind of greed just didn’t exist in the forest.

That wasn’t to say that greed wasn’t a thing. Of course there would always be those who were greedy in their own right. Taking too much for something too small. Those who weren’t happy with a trade unless they got double their share. But monetary value, that just didn’t exist.

“I’ll teach you,” Izuku repeated with a determined nod and straight back. “I’ll teach you how to survive off of the land and how to make your own food and clothes and furniture. It’s really easy.”

Shouto looked very sceptical as he tilted his head. “But there must be some things you can’t make. Like mattresses and frying pans and nails?”

It was Izuku's turn to look confused. “Why wouldn’t I be able to make a mattress? I can get pans from the black smith, she’s really nice. She just had pups of her own and she was happy to trade for warm winter clothes and grain to last the winter. Same goes for nails.”

“Oh,” Shouto said, wide eyed and once again looking so young and childlike. With a hidden wonder that sneaked through the cracks. “I didn’t know that.”

“People forget that this way of life has existed far longer than the cities has,” Izuku said proudly. He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “It’s quite rewarding.”

Shouto actually looked excited when Izuku smiled at him. Like he was actually interested in Izuku’s way of life and learning it for the future. As if he was actually considering sticking around when spring came and not just saying that to ease Izuku’s worries of being a single parent to who knew how many kittens or pups. Rabbit’s usually had between one to fourteen kittens per litter, though usually, from the other rabbits in the area where he lived, that number were mostly at around seven. His mom had just been a very rare exception to that rule. While he didn’t know much about foxes, he was sure he’d heard somewhere that they could have up to just as many pups as Rabbits could have kittens. Which meant that Izuku could be left alone to fend for seven babies all on his own if Shouto did leave once the warmer weather came.

The rest of the day passed in relative boredom. Not that they didn’t find ways to entertain themselves. Izuku showed Shouto how to melt snow into water, even though getting a fire started with just a few spare sticks Shouto fetched from outside in the cold proved to be a challenge that took them a good couple of hours. The fire they got going wasn’t all that strong either, and it died quite quickly. They did manage to get a few cups of water each, which made Izuku a bit queasy since he had to drink from an animal cranium.

Other than that, they spent their time cuddled up against each other. Mostly they talked about all and nothing. Izuku would go on and on about how life in the forest would be like during spring and summer and even the colorful changes that happened in the fall. How they picked their food and how they farmed the natural produce that nature would provide for them. He also explained how they would give back to the forest by planting trees and rows of flowers. Mushrooms and other eatables that could come to serve them well in the future. It was all a circle of give and take.

Once night time came and the small light that filtered into the den was dimming, Shouto’s grip around him was slowly lessening. 

“I can sleep on the ground,” Shouto said, not moving from his spot as he looked at the den. His tails were once again wrapped around them both. “If you want.”

Izuku bit his lip, teeth grinding together as he thought about it. Then he shook his head, ears flapping about before going upwards. “I don’t want to. It’ll be too cold to sleep alone without any blankets or covers, and the dirt is frozen. You’d risk freezing to death.”

“I’ll be fine,” Shouto insisted, as if they hadn’t been spending the whole day cuddling up against each other. “I’ve slept alone since I got here.”

“But it’s not healthy.”

“You don’t have to push yourself for me, Midoriya,” Shouto said, voice low and the winds above howling like mad wolves outside.

“I’m not. I’ll be cold,” Izuku said. He took Shouto by the hand and pulled him towards the nest. “Please, I don’t mind. It’s better if we don’t get cold, and…” He hesitated before his hands fell to his stomach. “If I’m pregnant, I shouldn’t get too cold, either.”

Shouto’s ears perked up immediately. His body grew stiff and then attentive. He looked around the den before he moved to the nest and quickly pulled Izuku down into it with him. His tails wrapped around him like that warm, protective shield as Shouto held him tight against his chest.

“Is that better?” Shouto asked, a bit hesitant and clearly slightly embarrassed by the way their bodies rubbed against each other with Izuku lying on top of him while he half laid against the wall. “For warmth, I mean.”

Izuku nodded, cheeks burning as he nuzzled into Shouto’s chest. “Y-yeah. That’s better.”

“Tell me if it gets too much for you,” Shouto said, arms slowly falling down to the small of Izuku’s back. He seemed a bit hesitant on where to place his hands once again, but he seemed to settle on their position this time.

“I will,” Izuku said, quite happily using Shouto’s chest as his personal pillow. When he rested his ear against his chest, he could hear the pumping of Shouto’s heart. Like a soothing rhythm in his ear that echoed throughout his body. It was like a natural lullaby and reminded him of when he’d fall asleep against his mother when he was just a tiny, tiny kitten. Her heartbeat would rock him to sleep. “I like it like this.”

Shouto inhaled sharply and his arms stiffened around Izuku. He ignored it, thinking it was just Shouto trying to not be embarrassed about the situation when...

Izuku yelped in surprise as something rose below him, poking against his lower abdomen. Something wet smeared and it didn’t take much for him to figure out what exactly the stirring beneath was.

“I’m sorry,” Shouto whimpered, body shaking but not releasing his grip on Izuku.

“It’s okay,” Izuku whispered, swallowing as he dared to maneuver a bit to be able to look down below. The manhood was just as impressive as it had been the first time he’d seen it. So that was why Shouto had been so insistent on having Izuku’s back against his chest all of the time. “Do you… I can help you with that, if you want?”

His words caught in his throat a bit, but he got them out with a bit of a struggle. When Shouto rose to look at him with wide eyes, Izuku didn’t know what else to do but to shrug.

“I don’t have to—we don’t have to do it all the… but I can, you know, I have hands so it should be—” He stopped and took a deep breath. “I can use my hands.”

“You don’t have to,” Shouto said, averting his eyes but still nodding for Izuku to go on. “But if you want to.”

With his heart in his windpipe, Izuku slowly sat up a bit better to get a good look and area to work with. Shouto remained in the same position, though. He shifted a bit to get a better pose against the wall, but otherwise he didn’t move much as he waited for Izuku to do whatever it was he decided to do.

Their eyes met before Izuku returned his gaze down to the manhood hardening between Shouto’s legs. He was slow when he reached out towards it and wrapped a hand around, and gasped when it twitched and grew under his grip.

That was probably the first time that Izuku realized just how big Shouto really was. Either that, or Izuku had really small hands—which he didn’t, by the way. For a bunny, Izuku had surprisingly big hands with short and thick fingers. Not normal for someone of his species. Which meant that Shouto was an absolute beast below the belt since Izuku barely managed to wrap his hand around it and touch his thumb with the tips of either his index or long finger. And from the way Shouto grew with each pump, it was clear he was going to get bigger.

How had that thing ever managed to fit inside of him? He wasn’t exactly tall or big in frame, either. He had broad shoulders, but that was about it. The rest was proportional to his species. He hadn’t grown an inch since he’d turned fifteen. 

He inhaled as a small bead formed at the slit on the head before falling and smearing with one of Izuku’s pumps. It made it easier and a bit less dry to move, which gave Izuku an idea. He raised his other hand and spat in it, hoping it wouldn’t gross Shouto out too much before wrapping it around the base he couldn’t fit in his other hand. Then he started pumping up and down with both hands, smearing precome and saliva over the shaft and making the pumps easier. The friction became less of a dry drag and more of a smooth pull. The foreskin moved with each snap of his wrists and Shouto inhaled when Izuku thumbed the slit.

He did all the things he did to himself and hoped that they would be good for Shouto as well. From the way his breathing picked up and his eyes fell shut, he seemed to be doing a good job.

Slick ran down his thigh at the sight of Shouto’s parted lips. A small cloud of smoke escaped him from the cold air around them and when his eyelids slowly fluttered upwards into a pair of hooded bedroom eyes, Izuku’s core spiked near painfully. It was like a pop inside of him and a stream escaped down his legs. His cocklett throbbed between his legs and rose up as if trying to compete with Shouto’s own impressive length, knowing that it would fall short with the beast before him.

He swallowed, unable to look away from those slit pupils and intense gaze boring into him like a drill. With a sharp tug, Izuku was pulled down on top of Shouto. His cock squashed between them, rubbing against the base of Shouto’s own. A firm hand on the small of his back kept him in place while Shouto’s other hand forced its way down beneath them to wrap around Izuku’s hand, but catching Izuku’s cocklett as well.

Izuku groaned, digging his face into Shouto’s chest. He whimpered as Shouto started guiding the rhythm, taking charge of the situation as if he hadn’t a few minutes ago been a bashful mess of red and white furs. The alpha before him just stole the control away from him and he couldn’t care less.

The free hand on the small of his back moved down, further down. Down over his plump behind and in between the freckled cheeks. The brushed over his puckered asshole before going beyond to his leaking, wet folds. A prodding finger snaked between the puffy lips and entered him easily. When Shouto realized just how wet Izuku really was, a second finger joined without much resistance. They pumped in and out of Izuku in rhythm with the pumps of their cock’s.

Izuku’s mind was growing blank. The pleasure was so gentle and soft, yet somehow addicting. It took over him and his hips started to buck, rubbing against Shouto. He shifted his legs, changing from lying atop of the fox to straddling his hips, giving him much better motion to roll his cocklett against Shouto’s cock.

He fucked against Shouto’s hand while Shouto’s hand found some bundle of nerves inside that made his body spasm and buck uncontrollably. He moaned loudly, and quite lewd as well, as Shouto’s name spilled from his lips like a prayer. Over and over. Chanting, unable to come up with anything else to say as he rode towards his climax.

Shouto sat up, breath tickling Izuku’s cheek as he nuzzled against it. His eyes closed as his lips dragged over Izuku’s freckled cheek to his lips. They found each other like two magnets. Locking together in a sloppy but passionate kiss that left them both breathless.

It was enough to get Izuku over the edge, coming with a cry that Shouto hungrily devoured as small splurts of creamy white liquid coated their fingers and lower abdomen. Shouto’s fingers and thighs were coated in slick that gushed out of Izuku’s pussy.

Izuku collapsed exhausted against Shouto’s chest while the fox pumped his own orgasm out with frantic snaps of his wrists, and in turn, Izuku’s hand that was still curled underneath his long digits. His cocklett was overstimulated where it was trapped and he cried out as tears fell down his cheek, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as his body wouldn’t stop twitching and shaking. His tail furiously moved and his legs fought the urge to kick the dirt until it was all over and Shouto came with a roar that filled the den, echoing against the walls and bouncing around them.

Then he collapsed down into the den, pulling Izuku with him. They laid there, completely spent and smearing the come between their chests for a long time, doing nothing but catching their breaths.

“I told you,” Shouto began after a long stretch of silence. His voice was breathy and deeper than normal. “I told you this might happen.”

“It’s okay,” Izuku replied, voice a bit hoarse but not to the point where he couldn’t speak. He had to clear his throat though after the loud scream. “I told you it’s okay. It was nice.”

“That’s good,” Shouto said, head rolling backwards with a dull moan. A purr escaped him and Izuku couldn’t help but stiffen and sit up.

“Did you… did you just purr?” he asked with wide eyes that made Shouto freeze.

“...No?” he said, swallowing despite the noise continuing on.

“That is adorable,” Izuku said with a sharp inhale.

“You’ve got… uh.” Shouto stopped, swallowing before he said, “You’ve got spunk on your face.”

Izuku bit his bottom lip and carefully raised his unsullied hand to his cheek and, indeed, did wipe something sticky from his skin. He swallowed when he smeared it between his fingers and realized that he could feel it stick to his chest, abdomen and face.

He looked down at the milky substance smeared across his fingers while wiping the splurts that had reached his cheek off of his face. It made small threads when he rubbed his fingers together and then spread them out. Long white thread that fell heavily before breaking and creating a small puddle of semen in the palm of his hand.

It was much thicker than his own, and even had a bit of a different texture. Which, to be fair, shouldn’t be much of a surprise. Both because Shouto was a fox and because Izuku was an omega. He didn’t have any sperm or any balls, so it was only to be expected that they were different in that aspect as well. 

“Sorry,” Shouto said, bangs covering his face as he reached forward before hesitating. He looked around them, lost on what to do as he searched for something to wipe Izuku down with. “I didn’t mean for it to come all over you.”

“It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting there to be so much of it,” Izuku admitted, closing his eyes to wipe the remaining semen out of his face. When he at least felt like it wasn’t going to drip down into his eyes, he squinted at Shouto. “You can use what’s left of my shirt—”

Before Izuku could finish his sentence, Shouto leaned forward and licked a long line up Izuku’s cheek. So straight forward and unbothered by the fact that his semen was smeared across said cheek. He scrunched his face up and smacked with his lips before he shrugged and licked another line, continuing in his cleaning until he wiped his lips when he seemed happy with getting the last drop away from Izuku’s face. Then he turned to the side and spat on the ground.

“Why…” Izuku asked, too shocked to get anything else out.

“Because I got you dirty,” Shouto said so straight on and with such an obvious tone that Izuku didn’t know if he was supposed to take him seriously or not. “I should get you clean, too.”

“Yeah, but you could use my shirt instead,” Izuku whispered. He looked down on his chest and then up at Shouto. “You didn’t have to eat it.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“It…? What did it taste like?”

“A bit bitter. Like it had been salted too much.”

“Salted?!”

Shouto shrugged, but nodded.

“Okay…?” Izuku more asked than said but accepted the answer. He wasn’t going to try it for himself just yet, though he couldn’t say the thought didn’t cross his mind as he looked at the smeared mess between them. “Uhm, my shirt is… there are remains over there.”

He pointed at one particular piece and Shouto took it. He got to work on cleaning them up, and Izuku sat still to let him work.

“You promise you don’t mind?” Shouto asked as he wiped Izuku’s thighs from the slick.

The bunny nodded. “I’m okay. You said it could happen, and we’ve already done worse.”

Shouto made an unintelligible nose as he finished up and then laid back down in the nest. Izuku followed him without thinking, snuggling up against his chest with his heart pounding loudly in his chest. When Shouto’s tails once more wrapped around him, he calmed down and found himself drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Text

Midoriya Izuku was an enigma that Shouto couldn’t crack. A mystery that looked like it would be all too easy to solve with those big, round eyes of emerald green that matched his curls all too perfectly with his sprinkled on freckles. But in actuality, he was a mess of loose threads that didn’t quite fit together in Shouto’s mind.

He remembered his rut clear as day. From those agonizing first days of burrowing deep into the nest, claws drawn and digging so deep into the dirt he nearly tore them straight off. There were small tufts of the flooring thrown about revealing the cold dirt beneath that had previously been covered. It was a mess now, after what he and Midoriya had been doing during those days, but even before that Shouto’s thrashing hadn't made it any better. He’d grit his teeth as his hand had pumped and pumped, clutching so tight around his knot that he must have been close to cutting off the blood flow, and yet nothing had helped to ease the burning inside.

The lust. That ever burning hunger for something he couldn’t have. Something he didn’t even have access to.

At home, maybe there would have been some cute omega vixen willing to spend his rut with him. His father paid a good sum of money and the chance of potentially carrying the next Todoroki heir was a great honor for many. His father would arrange a mating if the young woman did indeed end up pregnant. Which was exactly why Shouto had only accepted that offer once, and it had been when he was still very young and his ruts had been so painful he could barely stand it, and his father had insisted that he needed to know his way around a woman’s body if he was to please his future mate properly. It was his duty as an alpha.

In the middle of the forest, trapped in a den he had no idea who it had originally belonged to, while the snow roared above and the winds ripped so strong that they nearly tore the trees from their roots, Shouto had been all alone. Alone with his raging cock, burning knot and his hand to be his only company.

Until Midoriya Izuku had tumbled into the den. Cold, scared and looking far too delicious. Nearly to the point where his hunger hadn’t only been lust-based. Something primal had risen inside of him when he’d looked at those fluffy bunny ears and that plush little cotton tail that stuck out under that woven shirt. His cheeks had been bright red from the cold and speckled with what he’d first thought to be dirt. The rosy cheeks on his face weren’t the only cheeks on the little rabbit that were sprinkled with freckles.

And when Midoriya had turned his pretty little head Shouto’s way, with those big eyes and those puffy cheeks with those cute little freckles while the thick curls atop his head were glued to his face from the snow while ice crystal had gotten trapped in the fur of his ears. Dammit, if Shouto didn’t nearly pounce on him right then and there. Wrap his hand around those cute ears, so easy to handle, and trap him against the ground. Tear into him like a piece of meat and watch as the cute little bush of a tail wagged back and forth while his hole stretched wide on Shouto’s cock. Swallowing his knot like he was made for it. Nothing else. Born to be Shouto’s personal little hole.

It was terrifying.

He had no idea how he’d managed to hold himself back as long as he had. Something about Midoriya’s fright and the thick tears that ran down his cheeks as Shouto had been about to have his meal, sate that raging fire inside and finally release his knot where it was meant to be. In that moment, in some weird and odd way, his thoughts had gone to his mother, and that had given him just enough clarity to regain some small semblance of control.

The fact that he’d lost that control the second his cock had touched Midoriya’s slick pussy lips wasn’t quite as important.

He’d truly thought that Midoriya would despise him once he woke up. When he’d realized just what he’d done to this cute stranger who had only been seeking shelter from the storm outside. The thoughts that maybe Midoriya had just agreed to let Shouto fuck him out of fear that he would throw him out into the cold otherwise crossed his mind and he’d bolted back in disgust. All directed at himself.

He’d expected shouting. Yelling. Tears and fear and angry words about how Shouto had done horrible things to him. He’d expected to be hated. Yet, Midoriya had just tilted his head and, with a blush dusting his cheeks, asked if they could cuddle up some more.

Even now, with Midoriya sleeping on top of him, legs still straddling Shouto’s hips and arms tucked in under himself, he wasn’t quite sure what to think of the rabbit.

Shouto had wrapped his tails around his naked form to protect him from the cold air. He was thankful for his thicker fur, a useful trait he’d inherited from his mother’s arctic genes, which made his tails much fluffier than that of his siblings. Nearly twice in size and long, billowing behind him and oftentimes being more in the way than they were helpful. The only time they came in handy was when he used them as his own personal blankets. Like now.

When he’d been little they’d been so much bigger than him that he could hide behind them. Just disappear inside of the fluff of white and red until he was just a tiny ball of fur in some corner. That was back when his fingers had been covered in mismatched fur, claws retractable and his paw pads so much more prominent than they were now that the fur had all been shaved off.

Midoriya was so small in frame that he also disappeared inside of the fur. His cute little tail was the only hint of green down by his bottom, just about sticking up in the crack where Shouto’s right tail wrapped close to his left. Other than that, it was just his head of curls. He’d tucked his ears back and they flopped down around his cheeks as if he was using them for warmth. He’d balled his hands up under each one and it looked so adorable from Shouto’s vantage point that he wanted to kiss his nose. 

Which was another oddity all on its own.

The little rabbit looked so soft where he laid, fast asleep and content in Shouto’s arms as if Shouto couldn’t do whatever he wanted with him. He’d given so much of himself away to a predator. Had climbed into bed with an animal that used to be his natural enemy. Feral foxes, those who had never evolved somewhere along the genetic line into anthro’s like him and Midoriya, used to hunt little rabbits for dinner. He was far above Midoriya on the food chain and yet, here they were. Snuggled up together in the midst of winter, with only each other as company and their bodies for warmth.

It made those last few days of his rut even weirder to look back upon. Knowing that the person beneath him was once below him on the food chain. At one point, had they not been as evolved as they were, Midoriya might have been his meal. Now, he was his delectable dessert.

And if those memories weren’t as delicious as they were lewd. Shouto could still see it all too clearly when he closed his eyes. The moans and screams and Shouto’s name tumbling from Midoriya’s lips echoed in his head while the images flashed before his eyes. Midoriya sprawled out in Shouto’s little misshapen nest, or bed, or whatever you’d want to call it since he’d never really made a nest before. Midoriya’s cute behind, plump and round and covered with a bottom blush, raised high in the air while his back arched. His chin digging into the dirt while his hands clawed at every surface in his reach. Walls, floor, roots that stuck out of the dirt. That green tuft of fluff that grew from just above the crack of his ass would wagg on occasion only to jolt, along with his ears, when Shouto hit something deep inside that he quickly realized was just the right spot to get Midoriya to come all over himself. Slick would drip down his thighs in floods and the squelch when Shouto pulled out only to thrust back in became rhythmic music. The view had been just as pretty as it had been arousing.

Midoriya’s stomach had quickly gone back to its normal size not too long after they'd gone to sleep that first night after his rut. He was still bulging on some level, but not at all to the same degree as back then where his stomach had been so pumped full that it didn't have any other option but to swell to accommodate.

Most of it must have emptied out when he went to the bathroom, the rest while they were asleep. There was still the occasional trickle and Shouto could feel how it ran down the inside of Midoriya's thigh to hit Shouto’s crotch. Either his hip or further down.

Was there any of him—his seed—still left inside? Had parts of him really taken root in Midoriya's womb after what had happened, or had they lucked out, as some would say? Maybe that was the reason for why it was trickling out of him even now. It was nothing but useless semen and Midoriya's body decided to just get rid of it instead of keeping it.

Maybe that was it…

It was odd that a heaviness fell on his chest at the thought that come spring, Midoriya would leave. If he wasn't pregnant, Shouto would have no reason to stick around. He'd promised to stay and take responsibility for his pups—kittens? Kits?—but if Midoriya wasn't carrying, there would be no reason for him to.

It shouldn't bother him that Midoriya might leave once spring came and return to his own den. That once the flowers started blooming and the snow thawed from the ground, he would watch the little green tuft disappear into the distance and he would never see him again.

They'd barely known each other for a week, and if you discounted Shouto’s rut, it had been less than 48 hours. Yet, somehow and in some unknown way, he was already so attached.

Maybe it was the fact that Midoriya might be carrying his pups and the innate desire to be better than his father that grew strong at the thought. At how much his old man would disapprove if he found out Shouto was going to raise his kits out in the wild, born to a rabbit with no social standing who lived outside of modern day society in the simple life of the countryside. Not just out at the edge of the city, but quite literally off of the land like they'd done of old.

His father would be furious. There would most likely be some kind of scolding regarding the Todoroki concern and inheritance and the succession of the Endeavor brand. Where the lineage would go from here and what mixing species would do for their reputation. As if his older brother hadn't already gone and fucked that up when he started screwing that model on the side, that red hawk with the sharp eyes, or the dry and crusted bunny with the patchy ears that looked like they'd been scratched up by some rabid animal and cracked lips that had never even uttered the word chapstick.

But of course, Touya wasn't the heir. He might be the oldest, but Enji had deemed him less than very quickly. He had his qualities, their father always said, but they never lied in leading a corporation.

No wonder his brother had gone on his spree of defiance. All acts of petty crimes and arson as well as the occasional arrest for public indecency that were all swept under the rug by Enji's long line of lawyers and fat paycheck.

Shouto was the grand masterpiece that was always held up in the media. He was always spoken off in a good light with his unreadable demeanor, unique appearance and constant tone of disinterest. Shouto never causes trouble, they said. He was a good student, they said. He already had a hand in leading the company and had a bright future ahead of him, they said. All of which were true from an outsider's perspective. He never caused trouble that would ever reach the ears of a reporter, but his father constantly scolded him for his lack of interest and his rebellious phase .

It was drowning him.

He needed an escape, and the forest had been his savior.

And it wasn't without its own spare share of gifts. Soft, fluffy green gifts.

He brushed his fingers through Midoriya’s hair, threading the thick curls with his fingers and undoing the tangles. The curls pulled straight only to bounce right back into their twisted state. His fingers scraped over his scalp and he found where the skin started to sprout small strands of soft fur that traveled up into the raised skin that became his long, floppy ears. They were incredibly warm in comparison to the rest of his body temperature. That soft clicking of Midoriya's teeth, that gentle grind that he’d explained as his way of purring, started up and Shouto couldn’t stop the little chuckle that escaped him when he realized Midoriya’s head was vibrating just slightly.

He didn’t want Midoriya to go.

It was ridiculous to admit, he knew that. Especially since they hadn’t known each other for all that long. But at the same time, there was something about the rabbit that he just couldn’t put his finger on and he, somehow, liked that.

Midoriya didn’t know who Shouto was. He didn’t know anything other than the fact that Shouto was a fox and he might be pregnant with Shouto’s pups―kits, he corrected in his mind. Rabbits had kittens and foxes had pups, but both were nicknamed kits. They might be having kits.

He scratched the base of those fluffy ears and hummed when Midoriya rubbed up against his hand and the purring got just a bit louder. The rabbit snuggled tighter against him, squashing his body against Shouto’s and almost locking his legs around his hips. If they hadn’t been lying down, Shouto wouldn’t be surprised if Midoriya would have trapped him in a leg lock.

Kits, Shouto thought silently. Him with kits. Tiny pups that depended on him for survival, for food and warmth and protection. All the things parents were supposed to give their children but Shouto himself had never experienced in his own life.

It was an odd thought to be sure. He'd always been under the belief that he would never have children. One of the main reasons for his rejection of one of many marriage and pairing proposals.

Beautiful vixen of all ages and social status—because they had to be a vixen and she had to have a high social standing with good breeding. And, per expected of a bloodline of old purity, she had to be a pure omega—had been brought before him, either through political means or through an agreement between Enji and the vixen's parents. He'd always refused, of course. Even as a young child he'd been sure to never give anyone the attention and affection of a potential mate. The fact that he'd never had an interest in women just made it all the more easier to ignore them. 

But he'd promised himself to never bring a child into the horrible life he was living. Would never subject an innocent life, pure pure not yet tainted by the toxicity of media, to the same garbage environment that Shouto had known growing up. 

But… this wasn't the city, and they were beyond the reaches of his father's grasp, and Enji would never even consider looking for him this far out. After all, Shouto had never even been camping before. Enji had never allowed him to go with the schools during those summer trips and summer camps. They were, as his father would say, an unnecessary delay in far more important endeavors. It had eventually made Enji decide to homeschool Shouto to avoid any, quote on quote, future distractions.

He twirled a curl around his finger and absentmindedly wondered if it was a dominant gene. Both the odd green shade and the curly twist to the thick strands were beautiful and so unique that they intrigued him. He could even find himself picturing round cheeks and big eyes, a blend of him and this cute little rabbit in his arms, with those curls. Maybe the kit would even inherit his odd heterochromatic genetics, a duo coloration of white and green curly mess with two long bunny ears sticking up beyond the strands.

If there had been no possibility that Midoriya might potentially be pregnant, he probably wouldn't be thinking about their future kits and what genetics their children would inherit. But he couldn't force Midoriya to end the pregnancy and even Shouto was against blaming a child for the parents' mistakes. He'd messed up and he wasn't going to put the blame on an innocent baby that hadn't even been born yet, barely even a fetus.

His hand fell downward to Midoriya’s belly and he swallowed. It was flat with just the hint of pudge around the navel. Probably from all the hard work he had to do to survive out in the wild, to remain alert and agile. But, if his seed had festered and taken root, soon Midoriya’s stomach would start to swell again. Inflate like a balloon but with an actual life inside instead of empty air. Not with Shouto’s seed, but with an actual life.

It wasn't impossible to picture in his mind. Midoriya would fit as a mother. He just had that look around him. Some kind of parental instinct that was just there and Shouto didn't doubt it, but he had a harder time imagining that that picture involved Shouto's pup. 

Or pups was probably the more appropriate word.

Rabbits had many babies, he knew, and while his mother had clearly been an exception because of her health, it wasn't uncommon for foxes to have a litter of kits themselves. The chance that Midoriya was carrying twins or maybe even triplets or more wasn't too far fetched.

Shouto still remembered the one time Fuyumi had found an old photo album once not too many years ago where the content had been nothing but baby pictures taken from before their mom had been sent away. Of all four siblings from their first breath of air to when Shouto was taking his first steps and as late as his fifth birthday.

But it was those first pictures of each of them after being born that made Shouto wonder how many pups a vixen mother could carry.

All four of them had been small, Touya being the smallest. Small enough that he fit in the palm of Enji's hand, blind and wrinkled and nothing but a shivering and helpless heap of flesh and bone. The rest of them had been the same, tiny and helpless and blind. They'd all opened their eyes before three weeks had passed by and had by three months been the average size and weight for fox pups, with exception for Touya, that is, who'd remained a small little thing for most of his life despite being the oldest.

Shouto was sure that Rabbits were no different. Most of the species he'd met were all short and small in frame. Some were of a heavier build but they were never tall. Rabbits just didn't grow much if they weren't of a giant breed. So he could only imagine that a kitten would be absolutely miniscule and could fit way more than three or four kits at the same time in the same womb.

He could potentially be the father of a whole litter of crossbreed kits.

He’d never heard of anyone, not even an omega, who'd been descended from wild rabbits having mated with an alpha descended from their natural predator. He had no idea what their kits would even look like. Rabbits and foxes were so vastly different in every way possible that trying to picture it just didn’t work. The image his mind created of their potential kits were either of fluffy pups or tiny kittens.

He shook his head to get the thoughts out. He wasn’t even sure if Midoriya was pregnant yet. It was way too early to tell. He shouldn’t be making up ideas of what their tiny family would come to look like.

Midoriya stirred in his arms, face burrowing into Shouto’s chest and rubbing his face all over his pectorals making Shouto hold his breath. His hands froze where they were and he wondered if maybe he should move them to somewhere less promiscuous or suggestive, so he did. He moved them up to Midoriya’s shoulder blades, accidentally dragging his fingers over the little rabbit’s spine, making him shudder and whimper quietly. He immediately moved his hands back down and tried—really tried—to not remember how Midoriya’s hips had rocked over his own earlier as they got each other off in a moment of passion.

They were still in the same position as before, with Midoriya straddling his hips and nuzzling into his chest like Shouto was his personal body pillow. He found that he didn’t mind all that much, but it did bother him just a bit that Midoriya’s crotch kept shifting over his own naked cock. It was a miracle that his dick hadn’t betrayed him yet, because he could feel how Midoriya twitched and rubbed down on him, so unknowing in his restful sleep. 

Shouto swallowed, inhaling a long breath through his nose as he slowly pushed up to change their position. He took hold of Midoriya’s hips and slowly raised him upwards, fingers digging into those plump cheeks that had bounced so beautifully against his cock just a few days ago.

Yup, needed to get the rabbit off of him so Midoriya didn’t wake up with the potential of having Shouto’s morning wood poking him in the ass.

The plan would have been perfect. Move Midoriya to the side, roll over onto his own side and wrap his tails around Midoriya again to cover him from the cold. That way they wouldn’t be pushing up against each other and Midoriya wouldn’t be grinding down on Shouto’s junk in his sleep.

It would’ve been perfect.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the tiny movements were enough to finally wake Midoriya up.

Shouto laid stiff as Midoriya yawned. Mouth opening wide before he strained backwards with his legs. His whole body stretched out across the bedding and he pushed back with his feet, sending his behind far up into the air. The fluffy cottontail wagged back and forth while his arms stretched out around Shouto's head. Then he flopped back down on top of Shouto, hands brushing across his face and rubbing his ears against his cheeks.

"Good morning," he mumbled as he rubbed his nose with one hand and his eye with the other. He peeked through his eyelashes and Shouto's breath caught in his throat at the adorable display.

His rut may just have ended, but that didn't mean it was over. There was the entirety of January and then a good couple of weeks after that, and now he had a very willing omega partner sharing his makeshift den with him. He did not trust his dick to not betray him for the third time since his rut petered out.

Didn't mean he couldn't feel the blood rushing down to his crotch or the growing urge to throw the little rabbit on his stomach and watch as those pink pussylips swallowed his knot whole. He could even hear the screams of pleasure and his name, falling from Midoriya’s lips like a prayer to the above.

He managed out a strangled, "Morning."

"Do you always wake up early?" Midoriya asked, tucking his arms in under his chin and tilting his head. His whole body just seemed to flop down on top of Shouto, definitely not intending to move away anytime soon.

"No," Shouto admitted with a shake of his head.

"Oh," Midoriya said with a furrowed brow. "I must have been really tired."

Shouto didn't mention that he hadn't slept much that night or the one prior for that matter. Didn't mention that he couldn't stop thinking about Midoriya’s back arching, his plump asscheeks bumping against Shouto’s hips and jiggling at the impact, and how that bump of fluff sticking out above said round behind kept looking like a handle he wanted to grab hold of and yank upwards, just to see the reaction it would get. No, Shouto didn't say any of that. Because admitting that he couldn't stop thinking of Midoriya's face as he came and how it had been the hottest thing he'd ever seen, and how his bouncy little hips moving over his own while chasing his orgasm had made Shouto want to buck upwards straight inside him was like admitting he'd become a pervert.

And he wasn't sure how Midoriya would react if he found out that Shouto’s thoughts lately had been completely occupied by his ass sticking high up into the air, presenting his puffy lips and weeping cunt all for Shouto.

"You came right before falling asleep," Shouto said with a small shrug of his shoulders and a twitch of his eyebrows. "Maybe you're overexerting yourself."

"How? I'm not doing much," Midoriya said, his lips pulling at the corner and his cheek puffing up.

"We had a lot of sex," Shouto pointed out, trying not to show the embarrassment that washed over him at saying it aloud. He still wasn't sure if Midoriya wasn't just being nice to him so Shouto wouldn't kick him out into the snow. He hoped he wasn't blushing, because his face felt a bit warm.

Midoriya’s shoulders jolted and then he buried his chin into his arms. He hid a bit behind his ears and his legs bent, shuffling up close to Shouto’s hips and thighs. "I didn't consider that."

"It can be exhausting," Shouto said with a nod.

"My body does feel really heavy," Midoriya agreed. He shuffled around a bit, and Shouto ignored the way they rubbed together to the best of his abilities. "I could barely stand yesterday. I wasn't expecting it to be so taxing."

"Normally it doesn't last for that long," Shouto said, voice flat and not giving away a single bit of emotion, but he still averted his eyes.

"Your rut?" Midoriya asked with big, curious eyes.

"Yes, but I meant sex in general."

"Oh." Midoriya was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again. "How long does it normally last?"

Shouto’s brow furrowed and he shrugged. He wasn’t exactly well versed in the art of bed pleasure, but from what he’d learned growing up as well as heard from his parents—because when you lived with four kids it was inevitable that you were going to be heard at one point or another—the most it all seemed to last were nothing more than... "A few minutes?"

"Really?" Midoriya scrunched his nose up and hummed to himself. "That sounds boring."

"Boring?" Shouto found himself asking. He wasn't sure when, but his hands found their way to the small of Midoriya’s back. Once more rubbing circles over the flesh and just about daring to brush a bit too far down plump bunny buttcheeks before going back up in hopes that Midoriya hadn't noticed. "How come?"

"Well, if it just lasts for a few minutes, do you really have the time to feel anything?" he asked, his ears twitching upwards before falling back down in a sign of content.

"Did you not feel anything last night?" Shouto asked, brow furrowing.

"No, I felt…" His cheeks took on a pretty red color as he burrowed into Shouto’s chest. His next words were a mumble. "It felt good. It was good. I liked it."

"Then how?" Shouto asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, what we did wasn't sex all the way," Midoriya tried to explain. His fingers made circles in the air and odd signs that Shouto had no idea if they were supposed to have a meaning or not. "We just… you know, we did—but you never put the, the thing and we didn't… but we did stuff, but not that stuff. You know, that stuff… you know?"

Shouto nodded, not really getting the mangled mess of words that followed the first coherent sentence. But he understood the gist of what Midoriya was trying to say, at least.

"But it was still part of having sex," Shouto said, not necessarily arguing but still being a bit argumentative. His ears twitched and furrowed backwards. "How long does it last here? If it is different here."

Midoriya’s ears rose upwards and so did his eyebrows. He pushed up a bit and asked, "You mean what we did?"

"How long sex lasts, I mean."

His nose twitched and his mouth pursed as he quite visibly thought about it. He tilted his head slightly, his ears flopped down to rise before flopping back down again. Eventually he shrugged.

"I don't really know, but I've seen some go at it for longer than a few minutes," he admitted as his mouth formed a thin line. "Sometimes I leave because they're in my way and I come back later, but they're still there so I have to go around. Usually near the rivers for some reason."

“And how long does that last?” Shouto asked, his eyes growing a bit wide at the information.

“A few hours?” Midoriya replied with a small rise of his eyebrows that seemed to be a substitute for a shrug of his shoulders. 

“That’s long,” Shouto said, his eyes widening even further.

Midoriya hummed with a nod. His eyes fell closed as he snuggled into Shouto’s chest before they fluttered open. “It’s longer than a few minutes.”

Shouto just nodded, doing his best to think of anything other than their naked bodies rubbing together for warmth or Midoriya bouncing on his cock for hours on end. Midoriya’s big eyes, rosy cheeks—both top and bottom—and his adorable small smiles that made his cheeks squish upwards didn’t do much to help ease the rumbling ache in his lower abdomen.

Time somehow managed to move fast and incredibly slow at the same time. The morning rolled away from them where they laid snuggled together, and when Midoriya’s stomach started to grumble loudly and Shouto began realizing how hungry he was getting when he considered taking a bite of Midoriya’s plush cheek only to see if he tasted as sweet as his pussy juice, it was nearing midday.

Shouto should have realized that it was going to be a bit of an argument when it came to finding food. He wasn’t well versed in the art of living in the wild, but one instinct that had never escaped him even in the cities, had been the innate ability to hunt. Even in the confines of their giant mansion of a house, he’d been able to smell out the small rodents running around their backyard and his ears always perked up when there was the tiniest of noise in the walls. His mother also heard it, he knew, because she would always cover his ears when he’d been little and told him to ignore it. His siblings didn’t. Not always, at least. Sometimes Fuyumi would place her fluffy white tufts against the wall, small specks of red glowing against the rest of her white fur, and only then would she nod and say she heard it, too.

His two older siblings' coloration may be that of their mother, but they were genetically closer to their father. Enji had had all of his children tested. To see who had been the perfect blend. To see which one had gotten that pure mix that he was looking for.

A sick practice that somehow still held strong in the cities. Of crossbreeding two species that were similar enough that they could have the right outcome but that could also have the opposite result. His brother being a prime example.

Touya was as much of a cross blend as Shouto was. The perfect mix, they said. But his skin had started to get scratchy as his fur had started to fall out. Large patches of red and irritated skin as if he’d gotten sick. Instead it had been his body rejecting itself. As if he’d gotten allergic to his own being. He’d scratched his fur away, leaving large gashes across his arms and legs where they’d been covered in thick, red furs that had lost its pigment and greyed early. His tiny body just hadn’t been able to handle the immense heat the thick coat had given him.

But because of his sharp arctic genes, Shouto often heard the small critters move under the thick snow. He’d patiently stalk them before he pounced, catching them either between his teeth or in his hands. Watching as they squirmed in his grip, biting at his fingers and scratching at his hands to get free.

The first time he’d caught a small thing with thick brown pelt and long body, he’d let it go. He wasn’t entirely sure what came over him, but the second he met those primal but terrified eyes, his grip had just slacked and the critter had fallen out onto the snow before bolting away. He hadn’t hunted for a while afterwards, contemplating himself and what he was doing before he’d gotten too hungry and carnal instincts took over. He devoured the second one without hesitation, breaking its neck with his jaws and leaving a bloody carcass behind.

He’d thrown up the second he’d realized what he’d done. Pretty much emptying out everything he’d just eaten.

After that it all got easier. Survival took over his morals and now it didn’t bother him as much as it had at the start of his wild experience. But it definitely should have crossed his mind that Midoriya wouldn’t agree with him.

“Absolutely not!” the little rabbit exclaimed, ears standing upright and fingers gripping the dirt where he sat on his knees spread apart, back stiff and leaning far up in Shouto’s face. He didn’t even seem to realize that the hungrier Shouto got, the more he looked like food. “You can survive on other foods, too! Right? You said you were an omnivore. You didn’t eat live animals where you were from, did you?”

Shouto shook his head. “No. We got meat at the market. Not living. They were already prepared.”

“That’s horrible,” Midoriya said, shoulders falling and his expression getting sad. “I know Kacchan said that’s how it’s done, but… That’s so sad.”

“Some of us need that kind of substance to survive,” Shouto said with a shrug of one of his shoulders.

“I know, but it’s still sad.”

“It’s the way of life.”

Midoriya nodded, his eyebrows furrowed and his ears fell flat behind his back. His little tail made a wiggle back and forth, something Shouto was quickly learning was from mild irritation. He wasn’t entirely sure why the little bunny did it while they'd been having sex though. He made a note to ask the next time. Maybe he did something Midoriya didn’t like.

“Midoriya, if I don’t eat,” Shouto began slowly, his tails moving behind him and snapping in the air almost feline-like. He looked away at the animal remains in the other room. The bones shone like marble even with the lack of light, standing out in the dark with their white color. Licked clean by something primal inside that Shouto hadn’t known he’d possessed before coming here. “You’re looking more and more like food.”

Midoriya’s whole body jumped, jolting upright. His ears stood back up on attention and he got into a crouching position as if he was getting ready to bolt if need be. “You mean, like… you want to eat me like before or you want to eat me?”

“I’m getting the strong urge to eat you,” Shouto said honestly. He placed his hand on the ground in front of Midoriya and got close to his face. He knew his pupils changed from the way Midoriya’s breath got caught in his throat. “You’re starting to look like my own personal feast.”

The whimper hit him like a knife, and he took a step back, giving the bunny space. He looked up at him apologetically, even a bit shameful in having to admit something so horrible, but he needed to get it across. The longer it took to feed, the sooner Midoriya might end up hi next meal. And he didn't want that. Didn't want to hurt the poor Rabbit.

“Please, I need to hunt,” he begged, looking up through his bangs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay…” Midoriya eventually agreed, fingers digging into the hard ground, pushing the small floor covering away. Not that there was much left of it by now. “But I don’t eat meat. Not like that. I mean, I’ve had a bowl of katsudon, I have to admit. But I don’t feel okay with eating living… No, Shouto, I can’t do that!”

“I understand,” Shouto said with a nod. “I can go hunt on my own. But, what are you going to eat?”

“I’ll…” Midoriya looked around the den and his eyes fell on the few remains of his shirt that were still scattered around them. “I can eat what’s left of that. It’s not much, but I can survive off of it for now.”

Shouto frowned as he looked at the straw and hay. “You’re going to eat grass?”

“Yes. It’s good for me.” Midoriya gave a firm nod.

“Not anything else?” he asked.

“Well, if you can find some more grass and maybe even get some bark, that would be nice, too,” Midoriya said with a tilt of his head. “I need it for my teeth. I doubt you'd be able to find some berries or fruit now.”

“Your teeth?”

“Yes.”

“Why your teeth?”

“They’re constantly growing. I need the bark to file them down,” Midoriya explained, poking at the blunt edges of his front teeth. “If I don’t, they can get really painful. At home we have these treats that help, but bark works just as well.”

“Oh, okay,” Shouto said with a nod. “I’ll see if I can find something for you.”

He left the den alone. Midoriya had, albeit a bit reluctantly, offered to come with him, but Shouto had refused. His coat wasn’t thick enough and he was more skin than he was fur. He knew that Midoriya probably could survive with him outside since he’d trekked through the storm before, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get frozen from it. Shouto could last up to a good couple hours before he needed to get back to the den to warm up. He wondered absentmindedly if he would be able to last for days if he’d retained the fur on his arms and legs, but let the thought disappear as he searched for grass and bark.

Before long, he returned to the den. He dropped down and immediately apologized when Midoriya jumped high in the air, one ear stiff as a board while the other hung low behind his head. The little rabbit stood on all fours, head snapping around the room as a small scream left his throat.

“Shouto!” he exclaimed, eyes wide and chest visibly falling. When Shouto got closer, he saw an odd color that appeared in the corners of Midoriya’s eyes. Not quite the same white as that of the rest of his sclera, but some odd milky color that was paler than the rest and seemed to be a bit more slimy. “Don’t do that! I thought you were a predator.”

“I… I am a predator?” Shouto replied with a tilt of his head. He dropped the small amount of grass and straw in front of Midoriya’s feet before he sat back. “Is that good?”

After a small inspection, Midoriya nodded. “Yes, that’ll do for now. Thank you.” Then he looked around and frowned. “What are you going to eat? Did you not… did you not get anything because of what I said?”

“No, I haven’t hunted yet,” Shouto said. “I’ll be leaving again. I just wanted to give you something first. Hunting can take a while.”

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?” Midoriya asked carefully, head tilting to the side as he raised a piece of bark to his lips and started nibbling.

“I don’t know,” Shouto replied with a shake of his head. “Could be an hour, could be more.”

“Oh,” was all Midoriya said, biting his lip and nibbling. His ears flopped down behind him.

“I’m coming back.”

“What?” Midoriya looked up, brow furrowed in confusion.

Shouto came over and looked at him seriously. “I’m coming back.”

“I know, I wasn’t saying that you wouldn’t…” Midoriya’s voice trailed off and grew quiet.

"You thought I wouldn't come back," Shouto said, voicing what he knew was probably a reasonable worry in Midoriya's mind. 

Shouto's expression grew soft—or what counted as soft on his unreadable face—and he crawled a bit closer. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he nuzzled close to Midoriya’s cheek, making the little rabbit jolt and freeze in surprise before he shrunk in on himself, shoulders rising to his ears. Shouto licked his cheek and Midoriya’s breath hitched before he leaned his head onto Shouto’s shoulder. He rubbed his nose into his neck and whimpered.

"I promise I'll come back." He leaned back and he rubbed up Midoriya’s thigh. His hand stopped before he reached Midoriya’s abdomen. "I promise."

Midoriya just nodded, audibly swallowing as he turned his gaze away from Shouto. "I know…"

He didn't know what else to say to Midoriya's silence. He just assumed that the silence was because the rabbit thought he wouldn't come back, but it could also be because he was revolted that Shouto was about to go out hunting. That when he came back he would be coming back a killer, with his stomach full of what had once been a living creature just a couple of hours earlier. 

He took his hand back, shifting around a bit in hopes that he might think of something to ease the odd tension that had built in the air. He wanted to say something else, but he didn't know what, so he just remained quiet.

"Come back safe," Midoriya whispered, grabbing onto Shouto's wrist. It seemed to be instinctual, because he looked surprised at himself for a second before taking his hand back. "Please?"

Shouto nodded. "I will. I won't abandon you."

With those words—and an additional nuzzle against Midoriya’s cheek because it just felt right to do so—Shouto left the den, facing the winds and the cold and the harsh frozen snowflakes. He trekked through the snow, having to take big steps to get anywhere as the thick covering rose up to his knees in its places.

Finding critters was the hard part about hunting in the snow. They rarely came out and when they did, it was for necessity only. It made it a game of patience to find one and then stalk it in a silent fashion only to pounce in one moment of no hesitation. Once you decided to pounce, there was no hesitation. You couldn't stop and wait. It was one moment and you had to take it or risk going back hungry.

By the time Shouto found even the smallest of critters to ease his hunger, it was growing dark. The clouds already cast a layer of darkness over the forest and the snow didn't make it any better. So once Shouto caught the small thing in his hands and watched it squirm, he barely saw five feet ahead of him.

He gave a silent apology to the small life in his hands before he squeezed it tight. The life seeped out of it and Shouto dove in, fangs growing into lethal knives as he buried them deep into the furry flesh. It didn't take many bites to finish the thing, bones fallen to the ground and would've blended in with the white snow if it wasn't for the blood that stained it red.

It barely sated his hunger. Did next to nothing to ease the carnal need inside that screamed for plump flesh. It was difficult to say if it was just hunger or if it was a hunger for physical pleasure taken from freckled cheeks and big doe eyes.

He tried to find more but only found one small mouse-like thing that didn't do anything for his hunger. But it was growing darker by the second and he'd already been gone longer than he'd hoped. Midoriya was still all alone in the den, probably shivering and scared and alone.

An odd thought struck him, of some lost or winter adapted predator finding the den and the little rabbit hiding inside, all alone and defenseless and potentially pregnant. Midoriya would be a feast, in so many ways. Nude as the day he was born and alone and lost in the cold. He could be killed and devoured, or assaulted and stolen away.

His breath got caught in his throat and he quickly turned around. He sprinted as best he could through the snow, following the claw marks he'd left on the trees to find his way back. He left a bloody path behind where it dripped from his jaws and stained his hands. It washed off in the snow by the time he arrived, but he still had to wipe his face before nearing the entrance. He didn't want Midoriya to see him like the beast he was.

He couldn't see himself since there was no mirror near and any frozen lake was too far away, and even if it had been closer it wasn't possible that Shouto would be able to see his own reflection in the ice. All he had to go off of was the feel of dried blood across his chin that had left long, red lines down to his throat.

Shouto grabbed a handful of snow and started rubbing the lower half of his face with it. His skin started to burn with the cold and stung from the ice particles. When he was finally done, his chin and neck were both flushed red. The snow was every shade of red you could imagine and he shuffled it around so it wouldn't be too visible if Midoriya needed to go outside again. He didn't want to give him any unpleasant experiences, especially about Shouto eating raw meat to survive. Midoriya didn't need the evidence. He already knew it had happened, and that was enough. Details or remnants weren't important to disclose. It was better if they could just pretend like it never happened at all.

He made his way back to the entrance, and with one look around to make sure he was alone, he dove down into the tunnel. He slid down the narrow passage before he tumbled down into the dark. He landed a bit clumsily, but still stable enough to fall on all fours.

His eyes took about two seconds to adjust, if even that. They gleamed in the dark, discolored and odd, as he looked around for any sign of disturbance. For any hint that someone else had found the den while he was away. But there was none. No sound with the exception of the winds above and the faint clattering of teeth and heavy breathing.

Midoriya was fast asleep in the nest, snuggled up and in on himself. He was curled up into a tight ball, his ears pulled far back and he was whimpering as he shivered in the cold. His legs pulled tight together and his arms curled to his chest to retain some form of warmth. His tiny body was rosy and flushed, especially his cheeks. Each breath he took created a white cloud around his mouth.

Shouto wiped his mouth on the back of his hand despite already having gotten the blood off outside before he dared get closer to the sleeping rabbit. There was no need to give him a heart attack by showing up, jaw bloodied and eyes gleaming like a beast about to devour him whole.

He was careful not to disturb Midoriya or wake him when he climbed into the nest. But he had to maneuver around him to be able to get a good position in which he could wrap around the small rabbit. When he did, he pulled Midoriya tight against his chest and immediately the rabbit pushed up against him. Freckled cheeks nuzzled against his chest and legs curled further up against his torso to snuggle tight between their bodies. In return, Shouto wrapped his tails around Midoriya until he was completely engulfed in the discolored fluff. Even his bushy tail wasn't visible beneath the thicket of red and white.

“Thank you,” Midoriya mumbled in a tiny voice that was barely audible.

“No problem,” Shouto replied, running his fingers through Midoriya’s curls and finding himself scratching across his scalp when it made the little rabbit purr. He was growing quite fond of that sound. “Go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” Midoriya whispered, immediately falling back into warm dreams once the word had fallen from his lips. If he’d even been properly awake to begin with. 

Chapter Text

There wasn't much to do stuck in an abandoned den without a stocked food storage, any proper furnishing or any other forms of entertainment that wasn’t themselves. Which made the weeks drag on extremely slow. Many storms tore past over them and snow piled in under the entrance while strong winds blew downward the tunnel, throwing the flurries around like they were outside. The only cover was Shouto’s thick tails and their bodies pushing together to retain body heat, which worked wonders for someone as small as Midoriya who could fit under those two bushy blankets quite perfectly. Thankfully, Shouto was naturally warm blooded, which meant he didn’t really get cold when the winds found their way down into the den. He had to admit that they did give him a chill, though. But that couldn’t be said for Midoriya who would shudder in his arms and curl up into a tiny ball against Shouto’s chest while whimpering slightly. In those moments, he would curl his tails tighter around the little rabbit, sometimes even wrapping his arms around him too, just for the added cover.

In moments like those, Shouto wished he still retained fur over his arms and legs or that he hadn’t shredded his clothes while his brain was completely clouded by his rut. But unfortunately the natural heat his body had produced had made the fabric unbearable and he’d quite literally tore it from his body until there was nothing left that could be salvaged. Nothing that could work as a cover. If only his shirt had survived, he could’ve wrapped Midoriya up in it to give him something more than just Shouto’s tails to protect him from the cold. But as things were, all Shouto could do was use his body heat and bushy tails to make sure the little rabbit snuggling flush against him didn’t get too frozen.

Of course, there was one other way for them to retain heat that would work better than just hugging each other tight. But Shouto couldn’t come up with a good enough way to ask Midoriya about it without sounding like a horny pervert who was only looking to use him for personal pleasure.

Because as illogical as it might sound, sex was one of their very limited options for warmth, as well as entertainment. To use the friction and constant movement that came with the act to keep their body temperatures up. Not only would it get them both warm, but it would also give them something to do to pass the time that wasn’t talking about all and nothing. After all, there was only so much you could think of to keep the conversation going when you were literally lying flushed together naked, trapped in an abandoned den thanks to a bunch of repeated snow storms and lack of clothing to ensure you’d survive the outside if you did try to venture beyond the den’s protective walls.

They had gotten off together a few times. But Shouto had never dared to go any further than his fingers and making sure that Midoriya was being kept warm throughout the entire act. He wasn’t even sure if Midoriya wanted to have sex with him again, and he didn’t have enough social skills to be able to tell if he was giving any signs that Shouto just failed to pick up on.

So, instead of making it awkward, he just didn’t ask.

They were going to be stuck together for the foreseeable future. The last thing Shouto wanted to do was make things weird between them. Especially considering the fact that they were going to spend a considerable amount of time together, definitely spent in the nude while pretty much grinding up against each other to retain proper body heat.

Instead, Shouto had taken to rubbing up and down Midoriya’s back. He would go as far down as to where small hairs started to brush his fingertips before becoming the big bushy cottontail that would occasionally wag back and forth right above his asscheeks. It was the best he could think of to get some friction over Midoriya’s skin, hoping that it would heat him up where he laid flopped on top of Shouto’s chest.

"How long are rabbits pregnant for?" Shouto blurted out all of a sudden as his fingers rubbed circles around Midoriya’s tailbone. The small furs that sprouted out of the area that eventually became the thick cotton ball of fur above his asscheeks were like soft cushion and lightly tickled.

Midoriya hummed, tilting his head to the side. He drummed with his fingers over Shouto's collarbone as his lips pursed. His nose twitched and wiggled in that cute way that made it just tighten up in Shouto’s chest. His lips pursed and his bottom one jutted outwards while he thought.

The little rabbit was once again sprawled out on top of Shouto. His arms were nestled in under his chin where he had flopped down on Shouto’s chest the second he woke up. Even when Shouto had adjusted his position so he was half laying in a better position in the misshapen nest, Midoriya had remained flopped on top of him.

"Well, a purebred doe usually carry between six to nine months," he answered with a pull of his lip that puffed his cheek. "But it never really gets to nine months."

"Why not?" Shouto asked curiously.

"Well, kittens aren't that big and carrying too long can be bad for both the mother and the kits. So it's not really necessary to gestate for that long," Midoriya explained with a short shrug. Then his head fell to the side and his eyebrows raised up far on his brow. "Why?"

"Just curious. I don't know a lot about rabbits and their kittens," Shouto admitted, a bit ashamed that he didn't know too much about the potential mother of his children and his biology. What Midoriya would go through if he was pregnant or what their children might be like when they were born.

"I don't know a lot about foxes," Midoriya said with a shrug and a smile as if to make Shouto’s lack of knowledge less of a problem. "How long is it for vixens?"

Shouto’s mouth formed a thin line. "I'm… not really sure. Maybe eight or nine months?"

"So if I'm pregnant, I'll be gestating for at least seven," Midoriya concluded, eyes falling shut. His nose twitched and then he let out a sigh. “Or something like that. Right?”

When he opened his eyes, they were wide. They blinked once, twice, and looked at Shouto as if he was expecting an answer. Shouto only looked around, glancing over the dirt walls and then gave an awkward shrug as his response when he finally met Midoriya’s gaze again.

“I’m not… I’m not sure,” Shouto replied honestly.

As the youngest son of a family of four pups, Shouto had very little personal experience with pregnancies and gestation periods of any kind. Whether that be in animals or in anthros. Even when it came to his own species, he was unsure just because he’d never really paid enough attention to learn the facts. He’d never planned on having children at any point in his life so he had never really bothered to learn the general pregnancy length for the many different species there existed in the world. He knew the baseline of nine months that was the average for many, but had never bothered to get specifics. He knew that different Anthros carried for different lengths, but that was where his knowledge on that end stopped. And trying to calculate the gestation period of a mixed pregnancy, which was so rare that it was big news in the cities when it did happen?

He drew a complete blank.

When he didn’t speak up again, Midoriya hummed.

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Why do you want to know?” Shouto asked immediately, replying with a question as he grew tense. He forced himself to take a deep breath and to remind himself that Midoriya probably wasn’t asking for any other reason than to keep the conversation going.

“I was just thinking, since I’m an only child. Which is rare among rabbits. But foxes usually have more than one pup at a time, too, right?” Midoriya shuffled about, rubbing in all of the right places as he moved to sit up better. “Don’t vixens usually have a litter?”

“Yes,” Shouto said with a nod. He was a bit hesitant to give any more information but then let out a determined sigh that might also have been a bit of a sigh of resignation. “I’m one out of four.”

“That’s a lot of pups,” Midoriya mused. His head tilted to the side as his ears twitched upwards. He got a crease between his eyebrows and his bottom lip jutted out as he began small mumbles.

“But they’re all a couple of years older than me,” Shouto continued, adding it on for clarification.

Midoriya stopped and blinked. His ears stood stiff for a moment in his surprise before they fell down. His nose made a small twitch and he blinked a few times that made his eyelashes flutter. It was too adorable for words.

“You’ve got no siblings your age?” he asked and Shouto shook his head. “So… you weren’t born in a litter?”

“None of us were,” Shouto said with a nod. He let his hands come down to rest beside Midoriya’s bushy cottontail.

This seemed to get Midoriya to perk up, because his ears shot straight up again and his eyes grew wide once more. “But isn’t that unusual?”

“I guess. But only me and my eldest brother were natural pregnancies,” Shouto said with a shrug. “So I don’t think you have to worry about carrying too many kits at once.”

Midoriya’s shoulders jerked upwards and he looked away. His cheeks took on a red tint and his ears fell flat as his lips and cheeks puffed outwards in a pout. His hands left Shouto’s chest to fiddle with his fingers in front of his chest. He poked and played the digits between each other before clenched them tight, letting them fall between the two of them. Eventually he laid them flat across Shouto’s pecs.

He visibly swallowed. “Why—why would you think I was worried about that?”

“Isn’t that why you asked?” Shouto furrowed his brow. One of his ears fell down while the other perked upwards. When Midoriya glanced at him, both of Shouto’s ears perked back up again. “Isn’t it?”

“Well, I mean, yes, that is part of why I asked,” the greenette agreed with a small nod. “But you misunderstood.”

“How?”

“It’s not that I’m worried about carrying too many…”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t…” Midoriya hid his eyes behind his bangs and his words were barely above a whisper. “Want them to be alone… Is all.”

Shouto could only stare. His hands slacked and his tails flapped in the air behind Midoriya. When the little rabbit dared to look at him through his green curls and with those red, puffy cheeks, Shouto’s breath hitched and caught in his throat.

“You want to have more than one pup?” he asked, and Midoriya nodded slowly. “But you barely know me.”

“I know that, but we both know that it’s probably the case and I—” Midoriya stopped. He bit the corner of his lip before he sighed. His shoulders fell and he looked up. “I grew up without siblings and it can be pretty lonely. I just…” His hand came to rest over his stomach. “I don’t want them to be alone. I just think that it’ll be more fun to have a few brothers and sisters around, you know.”

Shouto hummed, nodding but not entirely agreeing.

“You don’t think so?” Midoriya asked carefully.

“That’s not it.” Shouto shook his head. He tightened his grip on Midoriya to not make him fall when Shouto himself sat up. Then his grip fell loosely over his behind. “I had siblings growing up and it was still pretty lonely. We didn’t really get to play together.”

“Why not?” Midoriya asked with a curious tilt of his head.

“My father wouldn’t let us.”

“Because one of you did something bad?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“...Because it was a distraction.”

Midoriya sat back with furrowed brows. “Would you not let our kits play together?”

“Of course not!” Shouto immediately exclaimed. “I would never do what that shitty old man did.”

“Then isn’t it fine?” Midoriya asked with a small voice that somehow managed to sound strong and determined at the same time. “One, or two, or three. That’s just normal, so shouldn’t we just expect that there will be more?”

“If you’re pregnant,” Shouto pointed out. His ears twitched as he spoke.

“If I’m pregnant,” Midoriya repeated. He looked away with a quiet hum.

Shouto opened his mouth to speak, to say something as the air grew quiet around them, but he couldn’t think of anything creative to say. Didn’t entirely know what the upturned furl of Midoriya’s eyebrows meant, or what that tiny pout that took to his lips was supposed to tell him. So instead of taking the risk of saying something that would upset the little rabbit, he closed his mouth. The most he could think to do was lean down and carefully give a lick over Midoriya’s freckled red cheek.

He had faint memories of his mother giving him small licks whenever he would be sad. How she would hold him tight in her arms as he cried and would groom his off colored ears. When he’d calmed down enough to not get interrupted by a round of sobs and hiccups every time he opened his mouth to speak, Rei would lean down and clean the tears from his cheeks before rubbing her furry paw-like hands across his face with a soft smile. She would probably say something encouraging, and soft, and gentle, like only a mother could. But that was so long ago that Shouto couldn’t remember it anymore.

The little rabbit gave him a glance before shuffling upwards. Then he rested his chin closer to Shouto’s collarbone, making it so much easier for Shouto to reach. He didn’t have to lean his head forward as much and the angle was a bit better. 

After a while, the soft grind of Midoriya’s teeth filled the space.

Not long after, Shouto found himself letting out the occasional purr, too, as they laid back down.

Shouto sat, curiously following Midoriya with his eyes as the rabbit moved around the den. From the far off corners to the empty food storage and back to the bedding where he shuffled about. He picked up small tufts of fur that Shouto had shed and moved it about before stuffing it back in the den only to change it. Eventually he'd padded the equivalent of a small pillow of shed white and red furs with the few drops of his own green shed fur on one corner of the nest, too small for them to use to cushion their heads, but big enough for Shouto to fit his hand on.

"Midoriya," he finally spoke up after a long silence of just watching. The rabbit hummed in reply, but didn’t give a verbal response but still acknowledged that he'd heard him. "What are you doing?"

“I’m fixing the nest. I know it’s not really an alpha thing to—but that’s okay! I just have to fix it. If you put some fur here and some sticks here… wish I had some leaves and clothes and maybe some pillows, and some hay over there and grass would be great—but we work with what we got! You did a great job, Shouto. I’m not saying you didn’t. It’s a beautiful nest, it’s just missing some minor… omega… touches,” Midoriya said, voice fluctuating between regular and high pitch as he spoke. He didn’t stop working as he spoke, either. He kept readjusting the bedding of the nest, fixing the leaves and rearranging the sticks and such. The dried leaves and plants and everything else that had been used to make up the nest was rearranged, along with the shredded remains of clothes. Midoriya’s woven grass shirt had long ago become food for the rabbit. “That’s not to say that an alpha can’t make nests! I’m sure with the right materials, you could make a beautiful nest, Shouto. But you’re not—well, you weren’t raised out here, so—just let me… I’ll just change some things so that it’s more, well, comfortable for all of us, okay?”

Shouto only nodded as Midoriya went on, not being able to take his eyes off of the energetic rabbit working. Repeatedly rearranging and changing everything. Everything, that is, beside the small fur pillow he seemed to be building. He even jumped around the rest of the den to find small scattered patches of fur that both he and Shouto had shed in their time spent together and then added it to the cushion he appeared to be building up.

He dared to move a bit closer to watch as Midoriya stuffed bedding around. Then he brushed across the dirt before he stopped. He tapped his fingers over the dirt floor, his cottontail wagging back and forth in rapid succession and his ears fell far down his back before they shot up. Suddenly he ripped the fur pillow apart and started spreading it out over the floor. Particularly centered in one small area that became a small cushion big enough for him to sit on. It probably wasn’t too comfortable though considering how thin it was, but it would definitely be better than the cold dirt floor.

“No, no,” Midoriya then said with a shake of his head. “No, no, no, no!”

Everything was thrown about again, becoming a huge mess and leaving Midoriya in the middle with a sour pout on his lips. His arms were crossed and his teeth were grinding down hard. Enough to the point where even Shouto could tell the difference from the soft purring he would do when he was pleased. The green ball of fluff over his bum was moving more than Shouto had ever seen to the point where it was almost a small blurry fluffball.

With a hesitant step, Shouto came closer. When Midoriya didn’t stop him, he shuffled even closer until he was sitting just by what had previously been their nest. He reached out with his hand, being extremely careful to not move too fast before he placed it on Midoriya’s thigh.

The little rabbit still jumped in surprise, head whipping around to look at Shouto before the pout returned. It even deepened and the red blush that had become a permanent with the low temperatures around them spread from his cheeks and nose down to his neck.

“What’s wrong?” Shouto asked. His ears folded back as his brow furrowed.

“It’s not right,” Midoriya mumbled, shoulders rising up and almost squishing his cheeks. They puffed out even more. It shouldn’t be as adorable as it was.

“I thought it looked good.” Shouto got closer until he was sitting in the nest with Midoriya. The rabbit looked at him and then at the nest and back, then he sighed and the pout disappeared some. “Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know. It just doesn't look like—It doesn’t look right, Shouto. It just doesn’t!” Midoriya threw his hands up in the air and the pout returned. There was even a wet shine to his eyes as they watered in frustration. “I don’t know why it doesn’t look right.”

“Does it really matter what it looks like as long as it’s functional?” Shouto pointed out, slowly reaching his arm over to let it travel up Midoriya’s back to pat his shoulder in what he hoped was a reassuring and comforting gesture. “It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

The look Midoriya gave him when he very, very slowly—slow to the point where it was almost creepy and could easily have come out of something aching to a horror movie—turned to look at him, made shivers run down Shouto’s back. His eyes were wide and his green eyebrows rose high on his forehead to the point where they disappeared up under his bangs. One of Midoriya’s ears twitched up and then down before they both laid flat down his back. His tail flicked back and forth and his right leg began to twitch. It moved up and then started to almost spasm down on the ruined bedding.

“Does it matter what it looks like?” Midoriya repeated in a voice that made Shouto lean back. He gave a silent and awkward chuckle at nothing before he slowly removed his hand from Midoriya’s thigh.

“Does… Does it?” he tried again, very careful at the thumping of Midoriya’s leg on the disturbed nest. 

Midoriya quite literally threw his arms up into the air in frustration. Then he grabbed the remains of the nest and pushed the scattered pieces into Shouto’s arms until there was a pile forming around his lap.

“Then you do it!” Midoriya exclaimed. His teeth gnashed together tight in a snarl. Then he turned his back to Shouto with a defiant pout and stuck his nose high up into the air. When Shouto tried to reach for him, the rabbit snapped his teeth at him before jumping to the other side of the den. “Don’t talk to me.”

Shouto was left in the remains, staring ahead in pure confusion as he began to look around himself at what was left of Midoriya’s repeated attempts at improving their nest. Small patches of the cushioned flooring Midoriya had been building still remained while the rest was thrown about everywhere. The sticks and the leaves were equally as disturbed, and the circular shape it had once had was now just a scattered mess of sticks, twigs and fur.

He looked up to find the little rabbit sitting with his back towards Shouto with his legs and arms crossed. His ears were flat down his back and the gnashing of his teeth even reached Shouto with how loud it was. His leg kept thumping on the ground and his tail was making small snaps back and forth in his clear irritation. Shouto shouldn’t find the sharp wags back and forth of that tiny cottontail as cute as he did.

For a second Shouto considered walking over to Midoriya to comfort him, or calm him, or whatever he needed at that moment. But a part of him told him that that might not be the best idea right now and that leaving the irritated rabbit alone might just be the best course of action. So instead of slowly crawling over to the greenette, Shouto turned towards what had become of their—well, of their bed, really.

As much as Midoriya had found it unsightly and imperfect, Shouto had thought his attempts at making it more cushioned and homey was a much needed improvement to Shouto’s own previous poor creation. The cushioned flooring that was their shed fur was, despite being so thin, far more pleasant to sit atop than the cold, hard ground they’d been sleeping on so far.

Or, that Shouto had been sleeping on so far. Midoriya had basically been using Shouto as his own personal body pillow this entire time, and Shouto really didn’t mind one bit. He actually prefered the rabbit to continue doing so. But the fur cover was something that would help ease his sleep, despite the fact that he was getting used to sleeping on hard packed dirt. 

He gathered the scattered pieces into a pile and sat criss-cross in the middle of the area. He tilted his head to the side as he tried to come up with something that would hopefully suit the rabbit currently glaring holes into the wall just a few feet away. But as much as Shouto wanted to be creative about it and make something grand that would make Midoriya smile and happy again, he couldn’t quite think of what that grandiose nest would look like. So instead he began to build onto what Midoriya had started.

The shape was easy enough to get out. It was a circle, and it was mostly just a mess of sticks and twigs and leaves that had already existed when Shouto first found the abandoned den. From the smell of it, he figured that a fox family had once lived here and a vixen had probably had her pups here, but from how faint it was, he easily guessed that it was a long time ago.

But Shouto had used that pre-existing base to build onto when he’d tried to make his own bedding a bit more comfortable. Before the snow had covered the ground and made it near impossible to find anything remotely soft, he’d gathered as much leaves and grass, and anything else he could find, to pad it out.

It wasn’t a pretty thing, and it definitely wasn’t now, either. Compared to what Midoriya had considered imperfect, Shouto’s was a proper disaster. He stopped and second guessed himself, wondering if maybe Midoriya would do it differently, so he rearranged it a bit here, and then a bit over there.

The one thing that Shouto was one hundred percent sure of was the fur flooring. He kept picking up patches of fur and adding it to the floor and filling it up with leaves and grass that Midoriya hadn’t yet used as his meal. 

It didn’t look like much, but it was at least slowly taking shape into something that might be temporarily usable for the rest of the winter months.

“What are you doing?” Midoriya asked suddenly. When Shouto looked up, the rabbit had his head turned towards him and one of his ears stood upright in the air while the other still lay low behind his back. His nose made one small wiggle as if it had been tickled.

Shouto gave a small shrug. He looked at the dried grass and dirt and ripped pieces of fabric in his hands. He held them up in the air before he placed them in a small pile where he’d been padding out the ground and fixing the edges of the nest that had been their bed for their unplanned stay in the den. The pile in front of him had diminished very quickly off soft materials.

Shouto hadn’t really counted the nights that had passed, so he couldn’t tell how long it had been. Plus, with the snow constantly blowing outside and darkening the sky, and covering up the entrance to the den, it was difficult to tell if it was night or day outside. With the dim light in the den, it was even more of a struggle to tell time.

At the curious twitch of green eyebrows, Shouto shuffled some small tufts of fur into place. It wasn’t beautiful or pretty or as deliberately placed as Midoriya’s had been, but he did his best to replicate it. Though, the results were mixed at best.

“I’m… trying to make us a nest?” Shouto carefully answered. Though, it did come out as more of a question than it did as an actual answer. “It’s not as nice as the ones you made. I don’t have those same natural instincts to nest, but—” Shouto shrugged as his cheeks heated up. He swallowed as he felt the words tumble out of his mouth awkwardly. “—It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

The noise that left Midoriya was the mix of a whimper and a sniffle, but also some kind of proud breath of air. Then Midoriya actually sobbed and Shouto immediately threw his hands up when he saw a spare tear trickle down that red tinted cheek. Whatever he’d been holding fell to the floor around him and his duo colored tails bushed up, freezing where they were as he waited for the omega’s reaction.

“I’m sorry,” he hurried to say. “I was just trying to help. I’ll stop. I’m so sorry.”

Midoriya shook his head and sniffled again. His shoulders rose with the sound and he rubbed his nose on the back of his hand. His chest shook with a sob and Shouto was fully ready to get a kick to the gut when Midoriya started crawling towards him.

He held his breath only to let it out slowly when Midoriya crawled straight up into his lap. The omega curled up into the shape of a tiny ball with his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms tucked flush between their chests. He rubbed his nose into Shouto’s collarbone before burying his face in Shouto’s warm chest.

Midoriya didn’t say anything. Didn’t make any other noise other than the soft sniffling and quiet sobs, and Shouto had no idea what he was supposed to do in that situation—really, he was completely lost. No one had ever nuzzled up to him before in any kind of situation before he met Midoriya, and definitely not while crying and sobbing. But eventually Shouto lowered his hands to hesitantly wrap around the small, shivering body curled up against him. His tails moved to wrap around the both of them like the two fluffy blankets his arctic genes had intended them to be and he found himself resting his chin on the crown of Midoriya’s head.

“I was just trying to help,” he spoke quietly, finding himself running his fingers through Midoriya’s curls. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

Midoriya shook his head, rubbing against his collarbone before he nuzzled deep into Shouto’s neck. He said something that was very muffled and quiet. Barely audible and that Shouto couldn’t make out for the life of him, so all he did instead was rub his hand up and down Midoriya’s back while silently humming.

Eventually, Midoriya’s sobs quieted down and he stopped shaking enough to sit back up. He rubbed his nose across the back of his hand as his shoulders and chest shook with a quiet sob. His eyes were glassy with tears and his cheeks were streaked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But I upset you,” Shouto said, tilting his whole torso to the side. His tails moved to accommodate for Midoriya’s new position. “I made you cry.”

“No, you didn’t,” Midoriya insisted, quickly wiping his tears away. Another sob shook his small body before he shook his head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then… what upset you?” Shouto asked carefully. “If it wasn’t me.”

The little rabbit pursed his lips before he looked around them at the scattered remains. His ears twitched upwards before settling back down. He rubbed his hands together before he let his face fall back onto Shouto’s chest.

“I don’t know. I just got frustrated, but it wasn’t because of you,” he admitted. Then he glanced up at Shouto before whispering, “I’m sorry I snapped at you.” Then after a short pause, he added, “And your nest is pretty good, too.”

“Yours was better,” Shouto said with a huff, but he did let out a breath of relief that Midoriya had stopped crying. Also over the fact that he hadn’t been the cause of it. “Mine’s just a bunch of sticks thrown together.”

“You just need a bunch of blankets and pillows, and it would be perfect,” Midoriya said in a small voice. A deep breath rattled his ribcage but all his shoulders did was rise before they fell down. “That’s all a nest is. A bunch of soft stuff.” He glanced up at Shouto and gave a small smile. “Like your tails.”

Shouto wasn’t even going to try and pretend like his cheeks didn’t heat up at the small comment. He opened his mouth but closed it again, and he had to look away as his heartbeat picked up in his chest. He licked his lips and gave a nod with a quiet grunt as his only reply. 

With a deep breath, Shouto leaned back. They both fell backwards into the remains of the nest with Midoriya remaining almost glued to Shouto’s chest. Shouto caught himself on one hand to not hit his head on the walls around them before lowering himself down into a half sitting, half lying position. He was careful to not jostle Midoriya too much as he descended and held him tight against him when he laid down. The little rabbit adjusted himself so he was sitting in a more straddled kind of position before rubbing his hands over his face as his nose twitched. Somehow his ears caught on his wrists and he dragged them across his face before leaving them bunched up around his cheeks when he flopped down. As it had done so many times before, his whole body just seemed to become limp atop of Shouto.

Midoriya’s eyes were big and wide despite the fact that he'd barely opened them and was looking at Shouto through his dark lashes. His cheeks were painted in that pretty red flush that had seemed to become a permanent shade and his lips were pouting just slightly. Enough for Shouto to see just how plump they were and that the bottom one was slightly fatter than the upper. Midoriya’s pink tongue darted out to lick his lips and they glistened with saliva when he was done.

Shouto got the very strong urge to kiss him.

He didn't even try to pretend like he wasn't feeling the hot stirrings going on between his legs. He didn't try to move Midoriya around to make his growing erection less noticeable to the rabbit as he usually tried to do before. Instead he let his hands fall down Midoriya’s back, trailing a long line down his spine that made the bunny shudder in his arms, before letting them settle on his butt cheeks. He gave them a squeeze and Midoriya pushed his ass down into Shouto’s hands at the touch.

Midoriya audibly swallowed. His fingers dug into Shouto’s torso and his cheeks puffed out. He pushed his chin down as that pretty blush darkened, and began to spread up his face once more. Probably traveling downward, too. Far, far down to areas currently stirring Shouto on at that very moment.

Something wet smeared across Shouto’s thigh when he pushed his knee up between Midoriya’s legs. He used his grip on that cute little bunny butt to grind him down on his thigh and his breath rattled at the way Midoriya’s whole body jolted in his grip. The noise that left the rabbit was an adorable moan and his eyes shut tight, scrunching his face up in such a soft way.

“Shouto…” he whispered quietly.

“Yes?” the fox replied following an unintelligible grunt.

“Can I kiss you?”

If it hadn’t been for the fact that Midoriya’s hot, pulsing loin was rubbing slick all over his thigh and his throbbing cock screamed for the warm heat of the rabbit’s tight cavern, Shouto would’ve probably froze at the question. Especially when you took the drastic moodswing that had just happened into consideration. If Midoriya had asked him that in any other situation than the one they were currently in, Shouto would have stopped in his tracks. Would’ve needed a second to process the request and then another one to look Midoriya over to make sure that he’d heard him right. Maybe even ask him if he meant it, too. Just to be sure.

But instead of trying to overthink the situation, or even try to understand what the last hour had been about, Shouto hummed in reply. He gave a small nod that Midoriya didn’t see before he pushed the rabbit further up his torso. His leg followed, not wanting to lose the warmth of Midoriya’s cunt, as Shouto used the grip on his ass to push their lips together in a small peck.

It didn’t remain a small peck for long. As they massaged their lips against each other, Midoriya opened his mouth and Shouto’s instincts kicked in without him realizing it happening. His tongue adventured into Midoriya’s mouth without a second's hesitation, exploring around to his heart's content while Midoriya’s own willingly danced with Shouto’s.

Whether he knew it or not, Midoriya had begun grinding his hips against Shouto and was successfully rubbing his crotch against Shouto’s thigh. Sometimes his hips would jolt out of nowhere in which Shouto would tighten his grip on his ass and push him down on his leg. He would grind his thigh up against Midoriya’s twitching cunt and swallow the lewd moans and whimpers it drew from the cute little rabbit.

Shouto could feel how that small cocklett between Midoriya’s legs had woken to life. With each twitch and buck of Midoriya’s hips, it rubbed across his leg and would often bump into his own thickening member. Each time he pulled Midoriya so far down that they were lying flush against each other, their cocks sandwiched between them, Shouto would buck up in a sort of fake thrust. 

It made Midoriya gasp, eyes fluttering and rolling back for a second before he closed them tight. He lost his battle with Shouto’s tongue and instead it fell out of his mouth as his body tightened up and twitched for a few seconds before he relaxed again. His eyes opened just enough for Shouto to meet his gaze, and when he did, he took Midoriya’s tongue between his teeth and sucked on it before letting it go.

“Shouto…” Midoriya began, voice breathy and his hips grinding back and forth. “Can we…?”

He didn’t have to actually finish the question for Shouto to know what he was trying to say. For what he was asking of Shouto. The way his body was reacting, how his hips kept grinding and from the way his pussy leaked slick all over Shouto’s thigh, it was obvious what he wanted.

And Shouto was very happy to oblige. Especially considering his cock was hardened and pulsing, begging for something tight to plunge into. Something wet, tight and hot to fuck into oblivion before knotting it shut tight. A womb for his personal use.

“Okay,” Shouto said with a breathy exhale. He nodded slowly as he spoke. 

He pushed himself up onto one arm as he changed their positions. He rolled Midoriya over onto his back with extreme care, making sure that his head was well cushioned and that he wasn’t lying on any hard bumps or rocks. Then he got on top of him, hovering on all fours as he stared down into Midoriya’s lust filled emeralds. His eyelashes framed those big doe eyes as they closed and opened. His lips were slightly parted and Shouto couldn’t help himself when he stole another kiss and then a second and a third. Just because he could and because Midoriya let him. Giving and giving and giving each time Shouto dove down. 

In the end it ended with them both breathless before Shouto had even slotted himself between Midoriya’s legs. Before the omega had even gotten a chance to wrap his legs around Shouto’s hips they were both panting heavily, fingers already twisted together as they shared breath, saliva and air to breathe. 

Eventually Shouto ended up with Midoriya on his back, his ass in his lap, his legs thrown over Shouto’s shoulders and his own throbbing cock rubbing over that pink swollen pussy lips and bumping against Midoriya’s little cocklett that kept weeping small droplets of precome. 

He hesitated for a second as he took in the view beneath him. Of Midoriya’s flushed face and torso, legs thrown over Shouto’s shoulders with his arms held over his head by Shouto’s hands still knitted together with Midoriya’s own. His long, floppy ears lay relaxed by his face and when Shouto looked down, he could count each and every one of Midoriya’s many freckles that stood out against his red blooming chest. His nipples were already perked despite Shouto not having paid them any attention yet.

“Is this okay?” he asked, returning his gaze to Midoriya’s face. Shouto swallowed, trying to push the sudden doubt down. “Is this alright?”

Midoriya nodded. His lips pulled into a small and very adorable little smile. “It’s okay. We’ve done this before, remember.”

“I know. I just wanted to ask first,” Shouto said with a shrug of one shoulder. His two tails snapped behind him before slowing down to a slow and rhythmic sway through the air. He wondered what he looked like right now. What it was that Midoriya saw. “I didn’t get the chance to before.”

“But you did ask,” Midoriya pointed out with a tilt of his head.

“Not in the right way.” Shouto wet his bottom lip by pulling it into his mouth and then releasing it. “Not in the way I should’ve.”

“It’s—” Midoriya stopped and pursed his lips. His blush deepened a bit across his cheeks and his chest rose with the breath. “It’s aching a bit, you know, down here—in my stomach. So I don’t mind us doing this, Shouto.” He said it with a shake of his head. “I don’t mind us doing any of this.”

“Okay,” was the only thing Shouto could say to that. After all, they’d gotten this far ahead already. He probably should’ve asked before if Midoriya was okay with being put into this position, even if they’d already done these exact acts before already.

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to fuck Midoriya again. Because he did. His body was very vocal about that, too. Sporting boners left and right. While sleeping, while waking and while snuggling. Blood pumped down to his crotch and his manhood stood up proud. 

He could thankfully explain it away as being a side effect of the winter season and the fact that it was technically mating season for foxes right now. His rut would be coming and going until the snow thawed. It wouldn’t be something obvious happening every other weekend, but it would happen at least one more time before spring came. But there was only so much you could do to try and get someone to believe that every single boner was because of that. Midoriya wasn’t stupid, and he had probably already figured out that Shouto’s rut wasn’t the only culprit.

Besides, it was Midoriya who had mustered up the courage to ask Shouto for this, he reminded himself.

Shouto almost had to hold his breath when he took his cock in his hand and guided it to Midoriya’s weeping folds. A heavy exhale left him, creating a cloud of white to steam around his mouth. His fingers trembled and Midoriya squeezed his palm tight with an encouraging nod. When he dared to look up to meet his eyes one last time, Midoriya gave a small nod with a very warm yet small smile. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he stared up at Shouto through his long lashes. 

It was warm when he pushed inside. Even just the tip entering made Shouto’s body shudder with a carnal need to dig down deeper. So he kept on pushing, further and further, until he couldn’t push anymore without Midoriya gritting his teeth and wincing beneath him. Midoriya’s legs tightened and his toes curled as he pushed his heels into Shouto’s back. It forced Shouto’s whole torso down, losing his balance just enough for his hips to drop a bit more.

Midoriya let out a very high pitched exhale mangled with a moan at the added depth. His face scrunched up as he dug the top row of his teeth into his bottom lip. He pulled on it, pulling the flesh into his mouth before he let it go with an open mouthed gasp.

“Wait, wait,” he spoke through heavy breaths. His insides clenched down tight around Shouto’s shaft making him grit his teeth as the core of his stomach curled and wound up into that tight ball that would eventually erupt like someone popping a water balloon. “I just need—I just need a second. Okay? A second. Just a second.”

Shouto nodded with a grunt.

A second sounded good. A second sounded very good.

He didn’t mind taking a minute to get accustomed to this again. To the feel of something clenching down tight around him far more than a set of fingers ever could. He could almost feel the way his knot was going to get properly trapped despite the fact that he hadn’t fit enough inside just yet for that to be possible.

Midoriya took a deep breath that made his ribcage rise and fall. His ears stiffened above his head before they relaxed to lay flopped above his crown of green curls. His right hand was gripping Shouto’s tight enough that his nails were digging into his knuckles. His other hand was atop his stomach, the fingers bent right above where the curls of his pubic hair began. They spread out and flexed before bending again.

He repeated this until he finally relaxed, legs hanging lax around Shouto’s head and his fingers no longer cutting off the blood flow to Shouto’s fingers. His eyes were closed as he took a few deep breaths before his eyes fluttered open. His cheeks were a bright red and the blush had spread down his chest. His small frame was shivering just enough for Shouto to notice it.

“Are you cold?” he asked in a whisper. He had to swallow as an excess amount of saliva filled his mouth at the thought of warming the tiny rabbit right back up.

“A little,” Midoriya admitted with a small nod.

“Should I move?” Shouto asked, trying to not sound too impatient despite the fact that the primal parts of him were definitely beginning to complain. “Or do you want me to wait a bit? We’re not going anywhere.”

It was Shouto’s very poor attempts at making the situation a bit lighter. To ease the atmosphere a bit, as well as being a comment on the weather that had picked up above them. Screaming as the winds tore past the trees and the naked bushed above ground. The howling wind would find the small opening, bring a bunch of flurries and snow with it and travel down to chill them both to the bone.

Midoriya snickered with a nod despite the very poor joke. His nose twitched, making that small little shaky motion that made Shouto follow it with his eyes.

“You can move now,” Midoriya said. He gave Shouto’s hand a light squeeze. “I’m okay, and it’s getting a bit cold.”

“Right,” Shouto agreed with a nod. “Do you want me to change positions?”

Midoriya shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Just… move.”

He was slow at first, barely moving his hips enough to be called a thrust. But he was starting to shake with each wind that tore down around them so he picked up speed. Rocked his hips against Midoriya’s and making the rabbit rub across the dirt floor with each roll of their hips.

At a particularly hard wind that blew snow around them, Shouto dropped down onto his elbows. He’d managed to catch Midoriya’s other hand in his own again and knit their fingers together above the rabbit's head. Then he curled his tails around them as best he could while getting as close to Midoriya as he could.

“Oh, my God,” Midoriya moaned when his knees connected with his shoulders. His teeth made a sharp gnash and his nails dug so deep into Shouto’s knuckles that he ripped small red lines across the back of his hands. “Oh, my God.”

“Still cold?” Shouto found himself asking, not halting his thrusts as he spoke and not even realizing that he’d begun bumping his hips against the back of Midoriya’s thighs. The slap of skin had become a mix of their hips and Shouto’s balls hitting against Midoriya’s ass.

The little rabbit shook his head back and forth, but didn’t say anything. The only noise that left him was moans, whimpers and the occasional, “Oh, my God.” On occasion, he would begin to chant Shouto’s name repeatedly before he’d stop with a sharp gasp only to pick right back up again not too long after. 

Shouto licked his lips as a deep growl left him. Rumbling from deep inside of his chest as his eyes began to glow in the dark. His nails extended into their full on claws and not just their naturally sharp state as he dug them deep into the dirt, trapping Midoriya’s hands against the cold ground. A shudder ran up his spine, making his hips snap flush against Midoriya until he was so flush up against the omega that there was literally no space left between them anymore.

The pride that swelled inside of him at the scream it tore from Midoriya’s lips nearly blinded him. It brought out that primal need that had been all he knew during his rut and all he could think about when the little rabbit had just fallen into his den. Made it begin to grow again, like a weed that had already taken root long before you’d pulled out the visible strands. 

His vision was focused and clear at the same time as it was swimming around. He saw Midoriya in hyperfocus. If someone had asked him at that moment to name all the different shades of red that painted Midoriya’s beautifully freckled body, Shouto would have been able to distinguish each and every single color change from his blushed cheeks to his flushed chest. Could see each small drop of sweat that began to roll down Midoriya’s temple or the way his chin was glistening with drool from his inability to keep his mouth closed.

“Shouto, I’m—!” Midoriya began, voice loud and getting interrupted by a loud gasp as Shouto fucked against a spot that made his back arche upwards. “Oh, my God! Shouto, Shouto, I’m—oh, my God! Shouto!”

The chanting picked back up again. His name tumbling from Midoriya’s lips like a broken record, yet somehow sounding like the best song Shouto had ever heard. A song he wanted to hear more of and never stop listening to. So he aimed his hips in the same area to once more get Midoriya’s back to arch. It bumped up against Shouto’s and he pumped into the omega to meet the arche to force him down again.

It created a rhythm that continued until Midoriya’s body tightened to the point it nearly hurt. The rabbit began to shake and his legs wrapped around Shouto’s neck to pull him down as his teeth ground against each other loud enough that Shouto actually got worried about it. But then everything relaxed when Midoriya’s body fell limp, a puddle of white coating his stomach while the wet squelch of slick increased. 

It was as beautiful to witness as ever. 

And he wanted to see it again. 

And again.

And again.

With a roar and a couple more thrusts that made Midoriya whimper, Shouto settled deep inside of him. Their hips were so tight against each other that it nearly hurt when Shouto finally knotted, releasing his seed across Midoriya’s insides and painting it white. He bucked his hips with his orgasm, not even recognizing how long it might have lasted or when Midoriya began to whine at the overstimulation. But as it neared its end, almost all of the strength in his body left him.

He caught himself before he completely collapsed on top of Midoriya, but only barely. He did fall down on his elbows, however, and rested his forehead on the rabbit’s as he caught his breath. His knot pulsed and pumped out the last spurts of semen and Midoriya let out a mewl as Shouto stuffed him full. Those wet velvety walls clamped down tight around him once more before relaxing only to tighten again, making Shouto groan.

“Midoriya, please,” Shouto groaned, burying his face deep into his neck. “Relax. Please, relax.”

“I’m trying. I promise, I’m trying,” Midoriya said, his voice hoarse and breathy. “It’s just… not used to—well, not used to this.” He took a few heavy gulps of air before his breathing calmed down. “I think I’m warm enough now.”

“Good,” Shouto said with a nod. “I’ll get up in a moment, I just need to catch my breath a bit.”

“Yeah, okay,” Midoriya spoke, but in the short time between Shouto ending his sentence and Midoriya starting to speak, Shouto had already begun to drift off. He barely realized he’d let go of Midoriya’s hands or that he was pretty much lying on top of him, or that Midoriya had begun to brush his fingers through his hair. “Don’t rush. You’re really warm.”

Shouto hummed at that, unintentionally letting out a soft purr when Midoriya started scratching behind his ear.

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It was surprisingly quiet around them for once as they snuggled up against each other. Usually the winds would tear through the forest above them, howling and forcing its way down into the den with at least a strong gust or two. But today it was quiet and all you could hear was their mixed, labored breathing.

Shouto let out a hot breath against Izuku's collarbone before he nuzzled up into his neck. His hips rubbed against Izuku's groin, pushing his knotted member further inside and pushing against the back. It made Izuku moan and tighten his legs around Shouto’s waist. He bumped against the base of Shouto’s tails that covered them to the best of their abilities considering their missionary position.

A soft purr escaped Shouto while Izuku scratched over his scalp. He dragged his nails lightly over his skin before combing them through the duo colored strands. He picked leaves and sticks out of the greasy strands before dropping them to the side to return back to their nest.

At the gentle ministrations, Shouto just snuggled further up against Izuku. His arms wrapped tighter around him and his tails seemed to bush up as they covered Izuku’s legs. Shouto's torso was covering the rest.

“You’re like a cat,” Izuku mused aloud with a soft grind of his teeth. Shouto furrowed his brow and tilted his head to be able to look at Izuku.

“I’m a fox,” he said and Izuku snorted at the obvious correction. 

“I know that, but you purr when I scratch you behind the ears and you get all cuddly when I pet you,” Izuku said as if to clarify. “Like a cat.”

Shouto let out a quick breath of air. “I’ve never thought about it.”

“Maybe no one ever pointed out the similarities before.”

“Probably.”

Izuku ran his fingers through Shouto’s hair, combing out the tangles that had formed during the thrashing and organizing the mismatched strands back into their correct place. Then he petted them into place with a few gentle strokes before he went back to combing through them, going from scratching to petting to brushing to back to scratching.

The last couple of days that had passed had been spent with them often physically entangled with each other and sex had become a bit of a regular activity for them at this point. They still kept it to just getting each other off on some occasions, but more often than not, when they both got too cold and the conversations died down, sex was their go to for entertainmaint. Since they didn’t have anyone to interrupt them or any schedule to adhere to, they could go for as often as they wanted or as often as they could until their bodies complained.

Which was just what they did, too.

It did made time move faster, so despite the aches and cramps that followed each session of wild thrusting and endless moaning, Izuku had quickly found that he didn’t mind. Though, at first it had taken a bit of a toll on him to be pushed into the many various positions so often. After a long night of getting fucked hard into the dirt, Izuku had realized that his legs liked to turn into jelly, causing his knees to give out beneath him like a weak branch getting ripped from its tree by the howling wind.

Once again, it really was a good thing they didn’t have anything else to do. The fact that the den was small and restricted to one big open space and a small room off to the side was just a positive. It made it less of a need to move about and left Izuku with plenty of time to rest his sore limbs while snuggling up to Shouto’s warm body.

But the time consumption of the act and the fact that it’s simply fun to partake in weren't the only reasons for Izuku wanting to continue it. The aches in his stomach hadn’t gone away. Those small little twitches in his abdomen that made him tense up for a second before it went away still came and went throughout the days. The only times he barely noticed them was when he was lying beneath Shouto and repeatedly saw stars with how damn good Shouto was at finding his weak spots.

“I don’t want your knot to go down,” Izuku mumbled quietly as he could, quite literally, feel the way the organ inside of him was shrinking down as the minutes ticked on.

“You don’t?” Shouto asked, pushing up on his elbows. “Why not?”

All Izuku could do was shrug. “I don’t know. It aches less, I guess.”

“It still does that?” Shouto asked, his fingers playing over Izuku’s pelvis. Right atop where his womb would be. “Does it hurt right now?”

“It doesn’t hurt, it just aches a bit. But no,” Izuku said with a shake of his head. “Not right now. It does feel a bit weird, though.”

“Weird, how?” Shouto asked, his head tilting enough for his bangs to fall out of order and mixing red and white together.

“I don’t know, just weird,” Izuku said with a shrug. “Like a mild cramp?”

Shouto frowned. “That’s weird. Maybe you’re not getting enough to eat? I could run out and see if I could find something when I can pull out.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not that kind of cramp,” Izuku insisted. He pulled Shouto into a tight hug as if to make sure he didn’t go anywhere. “It’s just… weird.”

“Just weird?”

“Just weird.”

“Okay.” Shouto nodded before placing his head back on Izuku’s chest. “But if you change your mind, just say so.”

Izuku nodded, going back to scratching across Shouto’s scalp. “I will.”

This was how their days usually went. Small conversations and lots of cuddling. Whether they did have sex or not, cuddles were always included in their daily schedule. It made up most of their days even. It kept them warm and it just felt nice to have someone close in the cold that was their current everyday life.

And Izuku found that he really liked it, too. The simplicity of just existing in the moment while telling short stories of life in the forest while Shouto told him snippets about what it was to grow up in the bustling city. Sometimes Izuku would convey his own few experiences of going into the city with Kacchan and how he’d gotten overwhelmed by the lights and sounds and all the people everywhere. Other times Shouto would give small bits of information about his own childhood and what growing up had been for him. What going to school was like and what everyday life was compared to what Izuku was used to.

When they didn’t cuddle up against each other it was usually because Shouto was out hunting. Often he kept to the same routine. He’d go and come back with food for Izuku first before leaving again after a bit of snuggling and many promises that he’d come back. Then he would be gone for a while, sometimes hours, leaving Izuku alone to ponder and think and imagine what would happen come spring. Then, after a couple of hours had gone by and when Izuku was cold and shivering, Shouto would return. He would always immediately curl himself around Izuku like a blanket and apologize for being gone for too long. Then they would fall asleep in each others arms, and if they were both really frozen, they would have sex to get their temperatures back up.

It was a very repetitive routine, but there wasn’t much else to do to make time move faster. The only creative thing they could do to spice up their days was to come up with new positions to have sex in or new acts to try with each other. On some occasions Izuku would try to rearrange their nest again while Shouto sat by and occasionally gave his opinion when Izuku got too frustrated with the results.

The floor had gotten a bit more padded in the last couple of days, and among the red and white tufts were now small green spots that Izuku had thought needed filling. He didn’t want to ask Shouto for more shedding since Izuku usually got most of it when he combed through his two bushy tails. He couldn’t force Shouto to shed even more than he already was since it was winter time. He needed all the fluff he could get. So instead Izuku had begun sneakily pulling tiny tufts from the bottom of his ears and from his cotton tail to add where he thought the floor needed it.

Shouto hadn’t noticed it yet, since he usually did it when the alpha was asleep. Izuku didn’t want to give him a heart attack, after all. But it did make him more comfortable with the look of the nest when he put another tuft of fluffy green fur into place among the red and white. As if something inside of him finally calmed down with a content sigh at the look of it. When that something started acting up again, he would just pull another small tuft from a different part of his tail to not make it too obvious and add it to the soft flooring.

Most of the time, he didn’t have to, though. Shouto had a lot of fur and his tails were big enough to shed fur to the point where Izuku had even managed to braid the shedding into a very pretty plaid. It had fit in his palm and it had been thick, but also long enough to touch the tips of his fingers. After snickering and joking about it with Shouto, he’d undone the braid and stuffed their nest with it. 

But sometimes he pulled his fur out anyway, mostly because something inside of him told him he should. It made that something inside calm down as he placed the tufts into place. Always being very meticulous on where he put it so it would be just right.

He was just glad Shouto hadn’t noticed anything yet. He didn’t want to imagine his reaction or the obvious panic the fox would experience if he found out.

He laid his head back and closed his eyes as he listened to Shouto’s soft purring. He could feel the way Shouto was breathing against his chest and the hot air tickled his collarbone. A warm tongue lapped across the bottom of his neck before sucking and nibbling on the skin, probably leaving a red mark behind.

The calm around them was soon interrupted, however, when Izuku opened his eyes and his ears perked straight up. He darted up as best he could despite the weight of Shouto on his chest as a loud gasp escaped him.

"Shouto!" Izuku exclaimed, making the fox dart up with his own ears on high alert, fur raised and claws drawn. His head whipped around the den frantically while Izuku stared at the entrance to the den with a wide smile. "It's the sun."

“What?” Shouto asked, ears falling and furs laying back down. His eyebrows furrowed before he turned his head when Izuku pointed. His ears perked right back up again.

A small trickle of sun shone down like a bright beam of light, creating a circle of light against the hard packed dirt. The ground even glittered where frost had formed in the cold while the dust particles danced through the air, all too visible now that they were being illuminated.

“It is the sun,” Shouto said slowly, blinking in mild confusion. He looked at Izuku and then back to the beam of light. “You think it’s stopped snowing?”

“There wouldn’t be sunlight out if it still was,” Izuku said, lips pulling upwards so much that his cheeks started to hurt. “Shouto, I want to go outside.”

“Outside?” Those duo colored eyebrows rose up to hide in Shouto’s bangs. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"No," Izuku said with a shake of his head.

"Then why would you want to go outside? It’s still cold," Shouto asked with a frown. The scar stretched with the furl of his eyebrows.

“I know, but I want to see,” Izuku said, playing with his fingers above his chest while Shouto rested on his forearms. “It’s been forever since I seen the sky. Don’t you want some sun?”

“I suppose,” Shouto said with a twitch of his ears. There was the faintest pull of his lips into what would probably be the closest to Shouto pursing his lips before he looked down between them. “But I’m still stuck. We’ll have to wait.”

“Right, when your knot goes down,” Izuku said with a firm nod. He properly laid back down as he nibbled on his bottom lip.

“What is it?” Shouto asked, his head tilting to the side as he studied Izuku’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Izuku chuckled awkwardly as his cheeks heated up. “I want to go outside and see the sun.”

“Yes,” Shouto acknowledged with a nod. “We can do that when I can pull out.”

“I know, it’s just…” Izuku pursed his lips and his bangs fell to cover most of his eyes. He licked his lips before he mumbled out once more, “I don’t want your knot to go down just yet.”

“We… We can’t do both,” Shouto pointed out slowly. He looked around the den before he sat up on his knees. Izuku’s hips followed where they were joined and he clenched his legs tight around Shouto’s waist before he reached a hand out for the alpha. Shouto took it and pulled him up into his lap. “I won’t be able to fit through the tunnel like this.”

“I know.”

“Is it that bad?”

“It’s not bad…”

“But if I pull out it might start to ache again.” Shouto rubbed his hand over Izuku’s back before letting his hands settle on the small of his back. He curled his tails around them.

Izuku nodded again.

It wasn't uncomfortable or painful by any means. It really was just a sort of faint ache in his abdomen that he couldn't really explain. But it did bother him. To constantly be aware of it every time he moved, waiting for that small pull in his abdominal muscles, so similar to a cramp and yet somehow not quite the same. Always being on the lookout for it just making it more of a bother when he did feel it.

He couldn't explain why Shouto made it less noticeable or made it easier to handle. Maybe it was the fact that Shouto’s knot awakened certain primal parts of his brain that normally weren't active or the fact that having a knot the size of a fist plugging you up usually took up most of your focus, but either way, it just helped. It also did wonders that he was always so relaxed after their romps as well, and in the midst of it all, the clenching and spasming of orgasm and pleasure overtook every other sensation.

“Do you know why it’s aching?” Shouto asked after Izuku didn’t say anything.

“No,” Izuku answered with a shake of his head. He drew a few circles across Shouto’s shoulders. “It just started up a few days ago.”

“Before or after we had sex?” Shouto tilted his head. His ears perked up a bit before they relaxed.

“I think it started before, but I’m not sure,” Izuku replied with a shrug.

“Maybe we’re doing it too much. You’re not used to doing it so often, right?” Shouto suggested with a raise of one shoulder. His hands scratched right below Izuku’s cotton tail before drawing a soft circle over the area. It made Izuku twitch. “Maybe your muscles are sore.”

“I’m not used to doing it at all,” Izuku said with an awkward chuckle. His cheeks heated up as he shifted his hips around. “It’s not a common passtime for me since, you know, never had sex before I met you.”

“We should give you time to rest,” Shouto hummed whilst rubbing over Izuku’s abdomen. “It might go away then.”

It was Izuku’s turn to hum and nod. They were having sex at an increased rate lately. It felt good and it kept them warm, not to mention that it eased some kind of urge inside of Izuku that he hadn’t known he had before. But it was probably as Shouto said. He wasn’t used to the activity and doing it as often as they were probably wasn’t good for his body just yet. He still got really tired afterwards and his muscles often felt like they’d turned into jelly.

It didn’t take much time for Shouto’s knot to go down after that. He’d already shrunk a significant bit by the time Izuku had noticed the sun. So when he finally did manage to pull out of Izuku the little rabbit was once again brimming with energy. Izuku was downright vibrating with it as they washed down the dried remains of their intimate thrashing with snow they’d collected earlier. Then Izuku jumped over to the entrance, marveling at the light that shone through from up above. He didn’t waste much time reaching for the hole in the roof and pushing off of the ground.

“You sure you won’t be cold?” Shouto asked as Izuku hoisted himself up into the tunnel. “I don’t think it’s gotten any warmer just because the sun is out.”

“I just want to feel the sun again,” Izuku said as he shuffled through the tunnel. 

The dirt was as cold as ever and the wind still bit at his cheeks as it blew downwards straight into his face. But he just shook it away with a shiver before he grabbed at the edges of the tunnel and pulled his head out.

“But you’re not wearing anything. You’ll get sick,” Shouto insisted from down below, much to Izuku’s deaf ears.

The snow was glittering where it lay like a blanket over the ground, the naked bushes and trees. The sparkles looked like someone had dropped a bottle of glitter over the entire landscape as the sun rays hit the ice crystals. When Izuku placed his hand over the thick snow outside the entrance it crunched when he let his hand sink down. He didn’t reach the ground below before the snow packed tight and refused to budge more.

He giggled and his nose twitched. His legs kicked and the soles of his feet smacked against each other when he looked up at the clear blue sky. A beautiful baby blue with barely a cloud to cover it with the sun standing high. A bright yellow orb in the sky, shining down on the winter wonderland like a long awaited friend.

“Join me, Shouto!” Izuku called down. He wiggled his feet to get Shouto’s attention. “I want to sit in the sun.”

“Won’t you freeze?” Shouto continued to ask as he grabbed the edges, hoisting himself up and kissed Izuku's ankles to make him move further up. Izuku pulled himself out of the tunnel and was soon joined by Shouto. His tails bushed up. “It’s just as cold.”

Izuku shuffled over to Shouto and grabbed his tail. He wrapped the white one around himself like a giant, fluffy scarf with a cute smile. “It’s a different kind of cold.”

“Cold is cold,” Shouto said simply, but still pulled Izuku into his lap so he could better wrap around him. “I don’t see the difference.”

“You don’t see the difference, Shouto. You feel it,” Izuku said with a snicker as he snuggled into Shouto’s lap by pulling his legs up to his chest. “When the sky is clear, it’s less nippy.”

“Nippy?” Shouto asked with raised eyebrows.

“It’s what mom always says,” Izuku said with a nod. “The winter is always worse when it's cloudy. But when the sun is out it’s not just nicer but it’s also less of a biting cold.”

“I always just thought cold is cold,” Shouto said with a small shrug.

“Maybe because it's always warm in the city,” Izuku said as a suggestion.

He remembered the few times he’d joined Kacchan in the city during the winter. He always thought it was a different type of cold from the forest where the trees were the only tall objects around. Naked and sleeping for the winter and not radiating any form of heat. Meanwhile in the city people walked around in tight packed crowds surrounded by cars that smelled bad that let out a hot air and large clouds of grey smoke, warmth would flood out through open doors and warm drinks would heat up your hands when you wrapped your hands around the paper mugs.

There was no such thing where Izuku lived. The mugs were made of polished wood that had been cut and sand papered to perfection with a smooth surface. Large jugs and small cups filled with heated water and tea leaves hand picked during spring and summer and then dried. Saved in a small storage just for the cold winter. But it wasn’t something you took with you outside. There was no reason to go outside during the winter except to collect snow and to empty the latrine.

In the city people always went outside. Hurrying along to their destinations and always complaining about how cold it was and grumbling about how they’d rather sit at home bundled up in blankets. 

“It’s not always warm in the city,” Shouto said. “It gets just as cold.”

“Yes, it is. You’ve got your houses with warm pumps and your cars and then your big, puffy fake furs and boots, and all of that nasty smoke,” Izuku said with a disgusting shake of his head. His tongue fell out of his mouth as just the mere thought made him taste the gross polluted smoke. “It’s always warmer in the city.”

“Maybe because you don’t have that kind of heating here,” Shouto said as he wrapped his arms tight around Izuku’s midriff.

“Of course, we don’t have any warm pumps,” Izuku said with a snort. “Where would we put it? And plugged into what? There’s no electricity.”

“You could build a station,” Shouto suggested, but Izuku just wrinkled his nose.

“No, I’ve seen those. They’re ugly,” Izuku refused. “It’s better with a fireplace and a warm fire.”

“But we never get one to burn for long.” When Izuku looked over his shoulder, Shouto had a frown on his face. “How is that better?”

“We don’t have a real fireplace in this den, just a poor firepit. Back at home—in my mom’s warren—we have this really pretty fireplace made out of stone blocks. The old masson helped us build it, and the chimney looks like a tree so you can’t spot it from the ground,” Izuku said, making shapes with his hands as if to explain it better. “If we only had something as small as a campfire it would be easier to keep a fire going, and wood that’s not frozen solid. Or just… actual wood and not sticks. Even just small logs would burn better.”

Shouto made an unintelligible noise as he looked off into the surrounding woods. “I didn’t know things were so advanced out here.”

“What? Did you think we lived like wild animals?” Izuku joked with a small jab at Shouto’s ribcage with his elbow. 

“Not like wild animals,” Shouto defended. “Just… more primitive?”

Izuku snorted. “You’re such a city boy.”

“I was born and raised there,” Shouto agreed and Izuku couldn’t help but laugh. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Izuku said with a chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You’re too cute sometimes.”

“Cute?” Shouto asked in a small voice and Izuku hummed with a nod.

“Yeah, cute,” Izuku said before he let his head fall back onto Shouto’s shoulder.

He snuggled backwards and smiled when Shouto placed his chin atop his head. A chill ran through him as a cold wind blew by them, but the warm arms and tails wrapping around the two of them kept most of the cold air out. 

They couldn’t sit for too long, Izuku knew that. He would get cold quickly in the cold wind and he couldn’t take the risk of getting sick right now. They didn’t have any of the medications or herbs to help him get better and no warm blankets to wrap him up in to keep him from getting further ill. But that didn’t stop him from drinking in the sun’s rare rays of warm light. They would’ve probably been warmer if it hadn't still been freezing outside, but he didn’t really care. 

He missed the warm rays of the sun, but also the warmth of his mom’s warren. Of sitting snuggled up in warm blankets and woven clothes as the fire burned in the fireplace, snacking on some of his mom’s cookies and sweets. Of curling up in his nest of blankets and hay and grass and anything else that was soft as the nights came. Of wrapping up in all of the soft plush decorating his nest like drowning in a pillow fort.

Before he could venture outside as often as he wanted even during the winter months, though he kept it to necessities only or when he got really restless. Then he would dress up in warm clothes of woven grass and hay, boots stuffed with shed furs and grass to make them warmer and with mittens made out of woven cottons and also stuffed with fur. He would take a trip or two around the entrance to their warren just to stretch his legs. To get some minor activity in during the time of the year when they were mostly stuck down below ground.

“Feels like I haven’t seen the sky in months,” Izuku said with a content moan. He clenched his thighs around his hands to keep them warm while he wiggled his toes before curling them into the soft bristles of Shouto’s tails.

“You haven’t seen the sky in months,” Shouto pointed out, rubbing circles over Izuku’s stomach. “It’s been snowing nonstop since November.”

“I know,” Izuku said, closing his eyes as he took in as much of the sun as he could. The bright light was a welcome surprise. “But I still missed this.”

It was nice to sit in the sun again even if it was just as cold, as Shouto had said. But just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, Izuku thought to himself. Shouto was naturally warm and Izuku, despite not being able to handle the cold as well as Shouto could, had still grown up in the forest. He was more durable than Shouto probably gave him credit for just because he lacked fur to cover him or the arctic genes of someone descended from arctic foxes. While Izuku wasn’t equipped for the cold like a wild rabbit who’d never evolved into an anthro was, he was still a rabbit and as long as he stayed dry he was somewhat fine. Though, the cold winds did pose a problem.

As they sat there in the cold, snuggled against each other and drinking up the sun, Shouto’s hands began to wander over Izuku’s body. They caressed his hips and his waist to his navel, rubbing across his skin as one would to heat themselves up. It made Izuku moan content and sink further into the touches as Shouto’s hands explored around.

Shouto’s hands didn’t hesitate as they went along across Izuku’s torso to his collarbone and his arms, even as far down as his thighs and legs. Rubbing warmth into the skin before they returned back to Izuku’s torso where they seemed to settle on his chest. There they remained far longer than they had on any other body part, even going as far as to squeeze his chest almost experimentally.

The fox hummed questionably. Then his hands squeezed again. His fingers tapped at the flesh before pinching at Izuku’s pecs.

“Uhm, Shouto?” Izuku finally asked with an awkward chuckle when the ministrations didn’t stop. Shouto only grunted in acknowledgement. “Why are you stroking my chest?”

“It feels different,” Shouto said so straightforwardly that Izuku had to frown.

“It what?” He twisted his torso around to look at the fox who hadn’t moved a single muscle in his face aside from a twitch of his eyebrows. Izuku then looked down at his bare chest with a frown still cupped by Shouto’s hands. They didn’t look different to him. “How? They look the same as before.”

It was Shouto’s turn to frown. “They feel different, though.”

Izuku placed his hands over his pecs and Shouto moved his hands to give Izuku access. He rubbed at them and even pinched at them. Which was an odd thing to do when someone was watching him, but he couldn’t for the life of him imagine that his chest had changed. “I don’t see it.”

Shouto placed his hands over Izuku’s, making sure their fingers lined up before he moved them around. He placed them over Izuku’s pectorals like one did a bra before Shouto started squeezing down on his chest.

“I don’t know. They’re… plump?” Shouto said with a shrug. 

“...Plump?” Izuku asked with disbelief. He looked between Shouto’s hands cupping his chest and the fox behind him whose ears made a small twitch as a sudden gust of wind blew past them. “What do you mean when you say plump? How are they any different than before?”

“Just that they’re plump. Plumper than when we met,” Shouto said. “You were more firm when I had my rut, but now you’re more squishy.”

“Please don’t call my chest squishy,” Izuku begged before he processed what Shouto had said. “There’s that much of a difference?”

Shouto nodded. “Yes.”

“Maybe it’s because of your pheromones,” Izuku pondered aloud.

“It’s because of me?” Shouto asked. A hint of panic seemed to seep into his voice as he spoke.

“Yeah, you know how sometimes some animals change when they’re around the opposite gender and stuff,” Izuku explained, sounding a bit like he was giving a lecture. “Maybe living with an alpha made something change. In an omega kind of way.”

“I didn’t know that was possible,” Shouto said, but he still nodded.

“That’s not something they teach?” Izuku asked. “You know, in those schools and stuff you guys go to.”

Shouto looked away a bit embarrassed. “They probably did.”

“But you just weren’t paying attention?” Izuku asked with a snicker.

“Yes,” Shouto said with a nod. 

“Well, I know that sometimes when I start to release pheromones for my heat my…” His face heated up and he had to mumble out the latter part of the sentence. “My chest kinda… bloats. Or swells, or something like that.”

Shouto was silent in thought for a moment before he asked, so unabashedly that Izuku had to hide inside the alpha’s bushy tails. “You get tits?”

“Don’t say it like that!” Izuku shrieked. “It’s a natural omega reaction. It happens to every omega in heat.”

“Even the guys?” Shouto asked with an almost childlike curiosity.

“Yes, even the guys,” Izuku mumbled. Then he whispered even quieter, “At least to me it does.”

Shouto hugs him and hums. “I’d like to see that.”

“Why?!” Izuku exclaimed with wide eyes. His ears shot up stiff and his tail made a small wiggle back and forth.

“I want to see you with omega tits,” Shouto repeated. 

He spoke in the same non-expressive voice as before. When Izuku glanced over his shoulder, Shouto’s expression hadn’t changed. There was a glint in his eyes but other than that, he was as neutral in regards to facial expressions as he’d been during Izuku’s entire stay in the den.

“Oh, my God, please don’t call it that,” Izuku whispered, covering his face with his hands as the embarrassment bloomed inside him.

“What else should I call it?” Shouto asked. “Heat breasts?”

“That’s even worse!” Izuku burst out. He looked at Shouto again, though he did use his bangs in an attempt to hide his blush. “And why would you want to see that kind of thing anyway?”

“Because I think it would suit you,” Shouto said simply.

“...What?” Izuku said in an extremely small voice.

Shouto shrugged. “I think it would suit you, that’s why.”

“Because I’m an omega?” Izuku asked carefully. His ears flopped down around his shoulders.

“No, I just think it would look good on you,” Shouto said with a shake of his head.

Izuku covered his chest with his hands. “Well, it’s not going to just happen. I’m not just going to grow breasts.”

“I don’t want you to grow breasts. I want to see you with omega tits,” Shouto corrected. The fact that his tone of voice hadn’t changed once during the conversation only fed into Izuku’s embarrassment.

“Shouto…” Izuku whimpered.

“Wasn’t it better than saying heat breasts?” Shouto asked with a tilt of his head and a twitch of his ears. 

“It is, but…” Izuku began before he stopped. He nibbled on his bottom lip. “God, how did we end up on this conversation?”

“Because your chest is getting plump and squishy,” Shouto said, as if Izuku had suddenly forgotten what they’d been talking about. When Izuku whimpered again, Shouto licked his cheek. “I don’t mean it as a bad thing. I just like it.”

“I’m gonna look like a girl,” Izuku mumbled.

“You're not. You’re going to look like you with omega tits,” Shouto said.

“Can we please stop calling it omega tits?” Izuku pleaded as he sank down into Shouto’s lap in an attempt to become even smaller. “And maybe stop having this conversation.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

The silence filled the air, the only noise being the wind blowing past them. The occasional creaking of a tree and branches rustling as the wind took hold of them reached their ears but otherwise it was a perfect silence.

Izuku nibbled on his bottom lip as he squeezed his chest experimentally. Now that Shouto had mentioned it, they did feel slightly fatter than before. Or was that just because Shouto had pointed it out?

“You really think it would look good on me with… If I had…” Izuku started, but he was unable to finish the sentence. “You know.”

“I do.” Shouto nodded before he licked another stripe up Izuku’s cheek. The cold air nipped at the area. “It fits you.”

“Is that what you think about? Me with… omega tits?” Izuku asked, glancing behind him before he looked forward. 

Shouto stuttered a bit. He seemed to struggle with the words before he wrapped his arms tight around Izuku, cupping Izuku’s hands with his own and placing his chin on top of Izuku’s green curls. "When you put it like that it sounds perverted.”

"I mean, it's the way you said it," Izuku said with a small shrug. "Why would you be thinking of me with… uh, you know."

"Doesn't an omega get bigger boobs when they're pregnant?" the fox asked, so very genuine and sounding all too innocent despite the question and its meaning.

"That's…" Izuku stopped. "I don't know."

"Maybe that's just foxes," Shouto spoke, more so thinking out loud than in response to Izuku.

"Wouldn't really make sense if it was just a fox thing," Izuku mused aloud. "All mother's breastfeed."

Shouto shook his head on top of Izuku’s head. Then he said, "Not all of them.”

"Really?" Izuku asked with confusion. He turned his head around, pulling away from Shouto to look at him. "What species doesn't?"

"Not all mother's breastfeed," Shouto clarified. “I didn’t mean all species.”

A frown took to Izuku’s face as he registered Shouto’s words. He made a grimach as he tried to make sense of the words. He looked out across the forest as if that would make sense of the idea only for him to shake his head in confusion.

"How else would you feed your babies?" he asked, turning back to Shouto for answers.

"Formula," Shouto replied simply, which only made Izuku’s frown deepen.

"What's formula?”

"It's like milk but artificial. You can buy it at the store.”

"Why wouldn't you want to breastfeed your own baby?" Izuku asked, holding onto his chest tighter as he pursed his lips. He looked down at his chest.

Shouto gave another shrug. "They don't have time? I don't know. I'm not a mother."

"Who wouldn't make time for their kittens," Izuku mumbled, his shoulders rising to the bottom of his ears as he tried to picture not feeding his own children. "It sounds so sad."

"It's normal," Shouto tried to explain.

"Not here, it's not," Izuku countered. "What's in the fake baby milk stuff?"

"I don't know. It comes as this kind of powder and then you add water," Shouto said. He made a shake motion with his hand as he looked up, looking very much like he was racking his brain for the information.

"I'm breastfeeding," Izuku decided immediately. "I refuse to feed my kittens powdered fake milk bought in a store. How do you even make fake milk to begin with? How do you know the kittens get the right nutrients? Is it safe? How do you get milk from powder to begin with?"

"I wouldn't know, Midoriya. I've never bought formula before," Shouto said with a sigh.

Izuku hummed. His fingers tapped across his chest. "Is that why you're thinking of me with a swollen chest?"

“Yes, if you’re pregnant it would fit,” Shouto agreed. He placed his head on Izuku’s shoulder as he rubbed up and down Izuku’s chest. 

“Because I'd be producing milk.” Izuku nodded more so to himself. An odd feeling began in his chest. One of a mix of uncertainty and worry yet with an odd blend of excitement. “Yeah, I guess that… would make sense.”

Another short pause filled the air before Izuku broke it.

"How do you know so much about formula and fake baby milk if you don't have kits of your own?" he asked.

"My… brother and his mate have pups," Shouto explained with a hint of hesitation. 

Izuku turned around as best he could at that with wide eyes. “You’re an uncle?”

Shouto nodded slowly. “They had pups last spring.”

"But why would they feed them formula instead of breastfeeding?" Izuku asked with a frown. 

"Something about the different in species," Shouto said with a shrug and a confused furl of his brow.

"They're different species?" Izuku asked, his eyebrows rising high up on his brow with surprise. “She’s not a vixen?”

Shouto nods. "She's a mouse."

"And your brother is a fox?” Izuku asked with a confused breath of air. That… was an odd combination for sure. "But how would that mean she can't breastfeed? Or does she just not want to?"

"No, Natsu said it was more about not producing the right amount of milk and that pups require different types of nutrients and vitamins to pinkies," Shouto tried to explain, but he did sound a bit uncertain when he spoke.

“Pinkies,” Izuku giggled, not being able to resist at the sound of the cute name. 

But then he frowned at what Shouto had just said. It did make some level of sense that a mouse wouldn’t be able to feed the pups of a fox and vice versa, but it also brought about its own troubles. If Shouto’s brother—Natsu—and his mate couldn’t feed their pups because the mother was a mouse… did that mean Izuku was going to face the same problems?

"Would I…” he began slowly. “...Be unable to feed our kits because I'm a rabbit and not a fox?"

"I…" Shouto stopped, unable to finish the sentence and then he sat quiet for a time. Long enough for Izuku to turn around and look at him in hopes for an answer. But all he got was a shrug. “I don’t know, Midoriya. Mixed babies are rare even in the city.”

“It’s even rarer here,” Izuku added. “I don’t think I’ve heard of a mixed couple anywhere where I live. Most keep to their own species when it comes to mating.”

“It’s expected,” Shouto said with a hint of sadness. “There are some groups that are against mixed couples because it’s not considered normal.”

Izuku didn’t know what to say to that, because he didn’t know how things worked in the city. He only knew how it worked where he lived and even here in the forest there lived a lot of old fashioned people. Probably more so than in the city since it was so odd for people to imagine someone associating with another species than their own in a romantic fashion. While sex wasn’t something anyone frowned upon out here, that didn’t mean there weren’t some taboo’s connected to it. Being friends with another species wasn’t as odd today as it might have been a few generations back simply because they all co-existed in the same space and it was just obvious that children wouldn’t care that someone was a badger and the other was a squirrel, but when it came to romance everyone kept to their own. It was something that was unspoken but that everyone knew of as a silent rule.

His hands moved down to his stomach and a heavy stone fell deep into it. He swallowed as a lup began to build in his throat when he suddenly realized that there might be some serious backlash heading his way if he returned pregnant with a fox. What his mother might say if she found out that her potential grandkittens would be part fox. 

Now that he thought about it, he didn’t even know his mother’s view on mixed couples. It was a conversation that had never come up because they’d never needed to have it. All Inko had told him about other species was that some were dangerous and should be avoided for his own safety. At least that he shouldn’t let himself be alone with them in case they lost themselves to their primal instincts. 

Like foxes.

His mother had always warned him about foxes.

They eat rabbits, Inko had told him growing up. Just like bears ate deer and wolves will feast on anything with meat on its bones. So keep to the market. The people that frequented the market place were safe because everyone knew each other. Strangers were rare at their market, and it was mostly herbivores with the occasional omnivore. But they had usually lived there for as long as everyone else and had earned the people's trust. Like the old badger who made durable pelts and sold the softest bedding.

Izuku wanted to think that Inko would accept Shouto without a second thought, because Izuku trusted him. But to be perfectly honest, he didn’t know. Sure, he barely knew anything about Shouto’s past, but at the same time he also knew that Shouto came from a society with strict rules. Izuku trusted Shouto because you got to know someone pretty well when you lived so close to each other as they did. But that didn’t mean Inko would.

He shrank into Shouto’s lap as a wave of discomfort washed over him and he shivered. An involuntary chill that shook his body at the thought of the many potential outcomes of the situation he’d landed himself in. All of which was suddenly negative compared to before. 

“Are you cold? We should go back inside,” Shouto said as Izuku shivered. He placed his forehead against Izuku’s cheek and hummed. “We’ve been outside for too long. You’re growing cold.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, probably.”

Shouto shuffled over to the entrance not too far away and easily dropped Izuku down. He slid all the way to the bottom before landing on all fours. He quickly scurried out of the way as he heard Shouto coming down the tunnel. The fox landed on all fours with his tails flapping behind him before he joined Izuku over by the nest.

“You’re shaking,” Shouto said when he took Izuku’s hands in his own.

“It’s fine,” Izuku insisted with a shake of his head, but he couldn’t deny the chill that ran up his spine or the way he suddenly shuddered. “Cuddle me and I’ll get warm.”

Shouto’s lips twitched upwards before he obliged. He pulled Izuku into his lap before falling backwards into their nest with Izuku pulled tight to his chest. He rolled them over onto their sides while Izuku curled himself into a ball. Shouto’s tails wrapped around them while Izuku snuggled up against the alpha with a content sigh.

“It’s a good thing you’re so warm,” he said while he rubbed his scent all over Shouto’s collarbone and chest.

“It’s a good thing you’re so tiny,” Shouto replied while he rubbed up Izuku’s back.

“I’m not that tiny,” Izuku defended but he still curled into a tighter ball by pulling his knees up to his chest. “I’m proportionate.”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” Shouto said as he nuzzled the top of Izuku’s curls.

“I know you didn’t,” Izuku said with a happy sigh as he placed his ear against Shouto’s chest. He could hear his heartbeat.