Izuku loves seeing people in love. It's the reason he becomes a...

Sure, people think its 'unbecoming' for an omega to own a company, but Izuku doesn't trust any alpha to put his customer's needs first.
Except one; Mitsuki.
#BakuDeku #BKDK
Striking red eyes and a body that makes anyone with a pulse drool, Mitsuki Bakugo never looks at him with anything but respect when he walks through her boutique doors.
If anything, she treats him like family. It's... so nice.
Instead, it reminds him of his mom's home, warm and welcoming. He purrs like a pup when she ruffles his hair.
"You finally here for your own wedding?"
"One day, I'll get my hands on your perfect day." He squeaks when she squeezes his hips before she moves around him, snickering. "Lemme check my books."
"My brat made it for his welcome home present," she says around the pen now in her mouth, looking at her planner.
Izuku's thrown off.
"Ah, he went off to some fancy fashion school. Got a full scholarship and everything. Proud of my talented, alpha brat."
"Ah, I guess I'll meet him then," Izuku says, hoping his smile hides his nerves.
Except when Friday comes, his bride proves he's not confident. "Izuku, are you okay? Your scent's so potent, it smells like a Christmas tree farm."
Once they're in the familiar boutique, he starts to relax, showing her some choices while they wait.
Izuku turns from Ochaco's call of his name, and he's greeted with another similar sight. Red eyes.
"I have a name." He owns the room as he sways in, alpha oozing off his posture. "It's Katsuki."
He glances to his friend, who looks far too excited for his health. "You'll be working with Izuku on my wedding dress?"
"Obviously."
"O-Ochaco-"
"Please take good care of my best friend." She fakes her innocent tone. "He's the best, but a little scatterbrained."
"What's that mean?" He asks, and scowls when the alpha only tilts his head and leans closer.
"Guess you'll have find out, little omega." Then Katsuki looks over at Ochaco. "Alright, come with me Pink Cheeks."
Despite the hundreds of choices for dresses, he only needs to ask Ochaco a few questions about her and her wedding before he's working his magic.
And it truly is magical, watching him.
She's beautiful in anything she wears, yet the three choices are stunning. Ochaco's in tears with the second one, and he knows she'll pick the fairy-tail gown when he sees it.
Katsuki scoffs behind her, rough words contrasting the gentle hands fixing a veil into her hair for 'the full vision'.
"Almost like I know my shit. Now lets talk jewelry, Round Face."
She's very health focused, but he notices the beta tends to downplay her beauty unless asked to wear something for work.
And though Momo stammers about the dramatic train and the 'sexy' appeal, Izuku uses his omega aura to get her to at least try the dress.
Momo's left speechless.
Izuku sees under Katsuki's snarky demands and pushy nature; he acts like the 'tough alpha', but he's kind.
"I focus on how pleased the bride smells in the gown," Katsuki says after Izuku walks Momo out of the boutique. "My nose directs how the appointment goes. It ain't hard."
"Who fucking cares?" Katsuki's cedar scent dampens as if insulted. "If I'm as good as I say, I'll make money by word of mouth alone."
The alpha's scent bursts with something heavy that steals Izuku's breath. "Fuck that. I don't need any charity."
"If you're coming here, it's because I'm the best. Don't give me referrals cause of my old hag." Katsuki almost growls. "I want you here for me."
Izuku bites back an embarrassing purr.
Yet he comes by the boutique often, provides information about his upcoming brides.
He becomes 'Nerd' and 'Freckles'. Katsuki becomes 'Kacchan'. Neither bring it up.
But it feels like maybe Kacchan wants the praise that falls out of Izuku's mouth.
He's always been a sucker for soft fabrics and shiny beading. It's part of why he becomes a wedding planner.
Izuku peeks over his shoulder when he feels a warm body behind him and almost dies.
Izuku doesn't realize how nice their pine and cedar smell together, but he feels himself melt into the accidental embrace.
But when their fingers hook into a dip of the gown, Izuku blinks. "Oh, it has pockets?"
"Yeah." He must be imagining the wisp of lips near his temple. "For Ears."
"She doesn't want to carry around a handbag, so this is perfect."
"Course it is."
He doesn't know how long they linger, their hands 'inspecting' the dress together.
When he tells Kacchan about the bride being his mother, he notices a stiffness take over the alpha's shoulders.
"Kacchan, is...is that okay?"
Izuku tries to shake off the weird encounter, and does his normal routine of creating a sheet of dresses his mother likes in Mitsuki's catalog and her personal preferences.
Then he brings her to the boutique.
While they wait for Kacchan, she lets Izuku lead her around.
He rambles about the designs, the process of dress making, and memories he has in the store.
She watches him, amused.
"M-Mom," he says, panicking as he glances around. The last thing he needs is Kacchan overhearing his mother's intrusive question. "He is, but we're not..."
He's used to Kacchan being pretty, but tonight he looks like he actually put in effort. It leaves Izuku starstruck.
"Hello," his mother says. "Are you Kacchan?"
She doesn't mind showing his polite behavior appeases her omega, smelling like a spring garden as she accepts the greeting.
"My son says you're the best, but he never said how handsome you are."
"Wouldn't be the worst way to spend my day," Kacchan teases, like he wants Izuku to blush.
The gown he designs is modest, yet flattering, with flowy sleeves and a stitched-in belt above her waist.
"Oh, Katsuki, this is..." He wishes he warned Kacchan he gets his teary nature from his mother. "It's perfect."
Its the genuine care that Kacchan uses with his mother than makes him fall head over heels for the alpha.
The fact his mother invites him for diner makes it worse.
At the shop, he averts his eyes, and wears scent blockers on days he feels the pine will give him away.
But then Mina happens.
But he almost dies when she jumps onto Kacchan at the boutique. "Bakubabe!"
"But Zuzu says you're going to make a fairy princess. And now that I'm a customer for your favorite omega, you gotta treat me nicely."
"Fa-Favorite?" Izuku's cheeks brighten.
"Aw, don't do that. Zuzu, tell him you'll cry if he ruins my wedding. He's a sucker for your sappy scent."
"Since high school. Ejirou says he's his best buddy, but we all know who he goes to for secret love advice. Hence why I couldn't tell you."
Though she rolls her eyes, Izuku sees she's quick to bow to his higher alpha status. Knowing he may be their pack leader is... very attractive.
And his scent blooms.
"It's fucking pink, so obviously."
The blush tulle on the bottom is lighter thank the pink satin belt, making lace strapless top look pure white.
"If I didn't, I'd have to listen to you complain during the wedding," Kacchan answers, scowling as Izuku blinks.
"He doesn't tell me everything," Izuku answers, but catches how Kacchan goes weirdly quiet at the topic change.
"Hey, Zuzu... wanna come to my wedding?"
"I mean, I'll be there anyway-"
"Um..."
He can't help peeking out the corner of his eyes at Kacchan. The alpha's glaring daggers at the back he's lacing up, teeth almost bared.
"For who?" He finally asks.
"Are you fucking stupid?" Katsuki tugs the satin ribbon hard enough to make Mina squeak. "You ain't pairing Freckles with Flat Face."
"Well, who SHOULD I pair him with, alpha?"
Izuku doesn't know how to diffuse whatever is going on, and the growing tension feels too heavy for his omega to process.
Without thought, he lets a low croon of distress slip out.
"Settle down, omega." Kacchan's words aren't a command, but feel like law when lips brush over the eyelids he closed in his panic.
"Shut up, you're fine." It's a gentle nip on his nose that finally opens his eyes, looks up at the red gaze watching him. "I let Pinky rile me up."
"Cause she's a fucking pain in the ass." Izuku can't stop his purr when thumbs stroke his cheek. "And I'm being a damn coward."
"That's not the alpha I know," he says without thought.
"Yeah, lets do this another way."
Then the alpha bends down, Izuku's instincts urging him to meet the kiss halfway.
Its like Kacchan's designs; magical.
The only thing that matters is the man pulling him closer, kissing him.
Years later, Mitsuki laughs when Izuku shows up with Kacchan's ring and a request for his wedding fitting.
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