[ dub con, abo, mentioned incest/ child abuse, breeding kink, underage ]

est. krbk + kami

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while talk of second genders was frowned upon, when you’re sixteen and someone’s bragging about being an alpha male, well, everyone is trying to one up the other.

besides denki.

he learned feom a young age by his parents that omegas had no place in the crowd, especially males who presented as such.

being a beta and an alpha, they were disgusted and angered when the one child they managed to have after six years of trying was an omega. a runt.

between having a quirk that hurts him and having no other purpose than to bare pups, his father—quite literally—drilled into him that he was a waste.

he still has nightmares of his blood soaked sheets and rough hands bruising his skin. the ones meant to help him, hurting him.

so he butts out of the conversation his classmates are having, opting to continue trying to understand whatever foreign language was on the paper in front of him.

he thinks it’s algebra. or was it geometry? physics?

‘useless,’ he can hear his father’s voice.

can’t be an alpha. can’t control his quirk. can’t understand simple equations that every one can do is the blink of an eye.

‘a fucking disgrace of a pup’

his forehead hits the desk, and the chatter around him quieted.

“what are you, d?“ he hears hanta ask.

“a dumbass.” katsuki answered for him. he can feel the paper being ripped from beneath his head. “we’ve been doing this shit for a week and you still don’t get it?”

denki mumbled. “shut up.”

“i didn’t mean that. i meant alpha, beta, or omega. you presented already, right?”

“or are you a late bloomer like izuku?” ashido teased. “poor kid didn’t know he was an alpha until like... yesterday!”

“i said a few months ago, ashido!”

so the kid that’s like three feet tall and sobs over everything is an alpha too?

‘life is a joke,’ he thinks to himself.

he doesn’t want to tell them he’s an omega.

though his math skills were definitely no better than a toddler’s, he did count only one or two other omegas in the room, aoyama and hagakure. the rest were betas and alphas.

most of them were alphas who were bigger than him.

alphas who have sharp, dangerous fangs and short fuses for the people who are beneath them. alphas with quirks that are stronger than his and could easily pin him down to a bed and take.

take take take. all alphas ever do is take, hurt, then blame it on everything but themself.

“hey, denk?” eijirou nudges him when he doesn’t speak. “what’s wrong? you’re usually so talkative.”

“don’t feel good.” he answered. someone grabbed his hair and lifted his gaze up.

of course katsuki doesn’t care if he rips his hair out. he’s peak alpha material, and an asshole.

“you dyin’ or something?”

“or something.” he answered. “please just let me go.”

his grip went lax, and denki looked down at the worksheet he had yet to fill out. someone has written equations down for him to use.

“i finished it already,” momo pointed, “just substitute, denki.”

when he tried, immediately someone else was shoving their finger on to the sheet.

“this is wrong!” tenya tells him. “what you need to do is—”

he looked around at the people surrounded him, at the alphas who were all crowded around him just watching him fail.

“h-hey,” he tried making himself as small as possible as to not touch or upset any of them, “can you guys please give me some space?”

“hm?” ashido asked, her chin on his shoulder. “you okay?”

“i-i just need some space. please.” he repeated. “just a little bit of space.”

“he means back the fuck up.” kyouka waved her arms, “all of you are hanging on him like a groupie to a lead singer, damn.”

denki tensed, and ashido tilted her head as she let go of him.

“are you okay?” eijirou asked him, and he nodded quickly.

“i-i’m fine. just... fine.”

katsuki put his shoe up on his desk, despite tenya’s scolding, and he looked up at him. “you don’t fucking look fine.”

“i am.” he promised them as everyone actually did did take a step away from him.

“are you sure?” eijirou asked. “we didn’t mean to crowd.”

“yes.”

“positive?”

denki nodded as he rubbed his temples. “don’t worry about—”

“you look a little pale. do you need—”

“oh my god,” denki pulled on his hair, “eijirou, can you shut up already? i just said i’m okay, so fucking drop it, alright?”

his desk rattled, nearly flipping over completely.

“don’t fucking talk to my boyfriend like that when he’s just looking out for your sorry ass.” katsuki snapped, his voice dripping anger and power. “you’re the one acting fucking weird as shit.”

a whimper fell from his lips, and he covered his head as tears brimmed his eyes.

he hates being an omega. absolutely loathes how every inch of his being is shaking and submitting because an alpha is demanding that he stood down. that he apologizes.

“i-i’m sorry.” he choked out. “please don’t.”

“oh my god...” someone whispered. “i thought he was a beta.”

they know. all of them know and it’s because of katsuki’s stupid alpha voice and eijirou prying into his business. because his body reacts so violently to any sort of command from any alpha alive.

“kacchan, you did not need to use that voice.”

“shut the fuck up, runt.”

“back up. back up.” eijirou is yelling, and it doesn’t help.

“can every alpha just stop fucking yelling?” hanta asked. “jesus, you’re scaring him!”

“maybe he should learn that you can’t talk to people like that when they’re just trying to fucking help.” katsuki bit.

“hey...” someone is setting a hand on his shoulder. it’s hanta. “it’s okay. my sister is an omega, and she had a hard time with alphas raising their voices at her too. just take a deep breath.”

he swallowed thickly trying to listen to his gentle advice, but it’s hard to focus.

katsuki’s foot is still on his desk, and he knows everyone is watching, is staring.

they’re probably mentally laughing at him, mocking him. he knows they are.

if he was a perfect alpha or even just a beta, he would be. they have it so easy being at the top of everything.

“let’s get you away from class.” kyouka is holding his other shoulder. “i’ll be back, yaomomo. let me help him real quick.”

but momo’s too busy scolding katsuki to listen. he can hear her telling him not to abuse his position and to be gentle with their “other” classmates.

what does “other” classmates even mean?

it is because there’s only three people here with the same secondary gender as him? are they the “other” people see keeps referring to?

he doesn’t want to know. he just wants to leave before he breaks down. before he’s on his knees.

that’s what his dad said he should do when alphas are mad, when he upsets someone better than him.

he wiped his eyes as hanta opens the door. someone is explaining to aizawa the situation, excusing their absence, and when the door shuts, he bolts.

“denki! wait!”

they don’t deserve it, he knows they don’t.

kyouka and hanta are two of his best friends and they were just trying to help him, look out for him. they don’t deserve to be left in the dust and shut out.

but he doesn’t want their help right now. he doesn’t want to talk.

every part of him just wants to get away and be alone. and they must understand because they don’t follow after him.

his feet carry him to the end of the hallway, to a door that leads outside. it’s locked, as expected.

the school day doesn’t end for another few hours.

there’s no way his grades can take being absent. he’s barely managing a c average as is, and missing assignments would fail him faster than he can shock himself stupid.

but he doesn’t care.

the last thing he wants to do is be next to katsuki and eijirou for another few hours.

his finger zaps the electric locks, and when the light flashed green he shoved it open as fast as he could.

aizawa would understand why he left, or maybe he can try and make him understand, at least.

any punishment is worth being alone to cool off for a little bit.

when he gets to the dorms, he’s slamming his door shut and leaning against it, vision blurry with tears as he lets himself fall apart inside these four walls.

the last time he cried so hard was when he asked his parents to sign off on letting him stay in the dorms.

between his shaky breaths and sniffling, he can hear his phone ringing. it’s buzzing as it’s ringing.

he reached into his pocket, staring at the contact name that had three red hearts. at the contact photo of him and his best friend with their provisional licenses.

his finger jams down on the power button, and he watched as the call declined.

the screen flashed black, and he stared at his own reflection for a moment before throwing his phone across the room.

if it breaks then good. let it. he doesn’t want to hear them call or text.

not eijirou, and definitely not katsuki.

in fact, he didn’t even want to think about them, but that was like asking someone not to breathe.

they had what he wanted in every way imaginable. cool quirks with a nice grip on them, and eijirou’s even getting close to having all b’s.

he hasn’t gotten a grade that high since math was just counting on fingers and skipping fives.

and on top of it all, they were at the top of the stupid, stupid societal hierarchy, the one that said alphas were the best thing to be. the only thing anyone should want to be.

two annoyingly perfect alphas with their entire lives planned out from starting agencies after graduation to housing to retirement plans.

he wishes he could be them for a day, to just taste what it’s like to be on top. to look down on someone instead of be looked down on.

-

denki’s not entirely sure just how long he was sitting there with his knees to his chest and his head in his arms, but it must have been awhile.

one moment he’s alone and crying, while the next someone’s knocking on his door, begging to come in and talk to him.

“denk... it’s eijirou, please let me in. i want to apologize.” he told him. “i-i didn’t mean to overwhelm you. i just... can you open the door, please?”

maybe if he pretended to be asleep long enough, he would go away. and with him, so would katsuki. they’re attached at the hip.

“this is stupid.” katsuki snapped.

not even a second later, the door was shaking off its hinges with three strong pounds.

“sparky, hey, open the damn door. we’re not gonna use that damn voice, and this asshole is not gonna let me leave until you look at me.” he grumbled.

“i know you’re awake. you don’t like taking naps because it keeps you up all night, and i know you’re a very light sleeper so you can hear us.” eijirou said. “please, denk.”

he’s surprised that he noticed so much about him. he didn’t know that he paid so much attention to him.

carefully, denki began to stand up, holding on to the doorknob for support as his knees shook from being folded for so long.

he doesn’t unlock it right away, just stands there debating if he’s ready to be locked in a room with them.

he hates being scared of his best friends.

and it’s not even their entire fault.

“if you don’t want to talk to us... we’ll leave.” eijirou offered. “i know it’s not fair to make you talk when you’re not ready, so if you want us to go, just say so. i just want to make sure you’re okay.”

his fingers twisted the lock.

the soft clock that followed made his hear pound, and he pulled open the door.

his heart dropped to his stomach as he looked at them, katsuki’s flare of anger fresh in his mind still.

“you’re shaking.” eijirou reached a hand out for him, but didn’t touch him.

“you’re scared of me, and it’s not because of my quirk.” katsuki pointed out. “let us in, denki.”

has he ever said his name before? he can’t remember.

he pulled the door open more, and they shuffled into the room. a sense of security fell as he pressed his back to the door.

they stood in the middle of his room, and he kept his hand on the doorknob behind him incase push comes to shove. not that he expects it to. he just feels safer being next to exits.

“i’m sorry i made katsuki snap at you. i should have backed off.” eijirou started off.

“i was prying too deep in a place where you were uncomfortable. now everyone knows that... i assume you didn’t want anyone to know about your secondary. i’m sorry.”

“you wear scent blockers?” katsuki sniffled. “smells dull.”

“it’s-it’s a-a spray.” he explained. hides... stuff.”

he found out about it after one too many heats passed. just a few bottles costed his entire savings, but it’s worth it to not have anyone lured in by his scent.

eijirou elbowed katsuki. “get on with it.”

“you will not believe how many sticks are up ponytail’s ass.” he huffed.

“she went on and on about taking advantage of biology and your trust. she smacked me on my head. you see this red mark? fucking ponytail whacked me with a god damn baton.” he lifted his hair to show off a bruise.

‘good.’ he wants to say, but doesn’t.

the mental image is fun to imagine, though. momo just creating something in a flash just to hit him on the head and scold him like a mother.

it makes him laugh a little bit, and that makes eijirou smile.

“you should have seen where four eyes tried putting his muffler.”

there’s something sparkling in katsuki’s crimson eyes when he lets out a laugh. something foreign.

“i almost broke his leg like a chopstick, but would it really be my fault?” he raised his hands in defense.

“but tenya’s like... twice your size.” denki reminded him.

“has that ever stopped me before?”

no, he guesses not. katsuki would literally fist fight god if he manifested in the room right now.

and he’d probably win.

“he’s sorry for using his alpha voice on you and making you run away.” eijirou butt in. “say it, or i’m teling momo.”

“fuck.” katsuki sighed. “look, sparky, i only blew up because i don’t like looking at eijirou try so hard for someone he loves and they just brush him off. i did that and i kick myself in the balls for it.”

loves?

“i... won’t do it again... or whatever.” he grumbled. “sorry...”

“we really care about you, denk. you mean a lot to us.” eijirou told him. “we didn’t mean to make you run away and miss class.”

he looked between them as his fingers slowly slipped from the doorknob.

“it’s um... apology accepted.” he nodded. “i’m sorry for snapping too.”

“as if i’d be hurt by that. i’m dating this dude.” eijirou jammed his thumb in katsuki’s direction. “he has said worse for less, so don’t worry about it. i just want to make sure you’re feeling okay.”

“y-yeah, i’m fine.”

“then why do you look like you want to run away from us?”

he gulped, and katsuki crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes locked on how his arm was hidden behind his back.

“i-i’m not...” he stuttered as he gripped it harder. “i’m not trying to get away. i just...”

“do we make you that uncomfortable?” katsuki asked him.

“it’s not like that.” he promised, his chest aching at the hurt look on eijirou’s face. “don’t do that. don’t put words in my mouth.”

“this morning you told me not to do something. what did you mean?”

fuck.

fuck fuck fuck.

maybe if he’s fast enough, he can run.

he can bolt to the elevator and then throw himself at hanta and kyouka, surround himself with people so they can’t get him alone again.

they won’t make him talk if they’re in public. not after this morning.

“don’t... pressure him, kats. just drop it, alright?”

“do you think we’ll hurt you?” katsuki asked him, taking a step forward. “that we’ll trap you in here?”

“n-no! you’re my friends and-and i uh...” he swallowed thicklly, “i trust you.”

he’s a bad liar. he always had been.

it’s easier to just be silent than to fight.

they’re both looking at him like they expected more, more of an answer, more of his trust, more of him. but what if he has nothing else to give? what’s he supposed to do then?

“we won’t hurt you.” katsuki lowered his voice. “unless... you know, you like it like that.”

his hands ripped from behind him, and he pushed his friend back as hard as he could, feeling like the air was ripped from his lungs.

his footing was unsteady, and denki watched as he fell on to the floor, having tripped on his basketball.

red eyes glared up at him.

a cold chill fell onto him, and his hands fumbled with the door knob before trying to force it open. but he was standing in front of it still. it only hit his back.

“wait! wait wait wait—”

“no. no no no. i’m sorry.” he rushed, throwing his arms over his face. “i didn’t—”

he can’t say he didn’t mean to. he had every intention of pushing him away, of trying to run away. if he said that, he would be lying.

“listen, we’re not mad.” eijirou said carefully. “katsuki just shouldn’t have fucking did that. are you okay?”

“fuckin’ peachy.”

“not you, asshole.”

denki didn’t look up at them when he heard katsuki stand and kick the orange ball under his bed, too busy squeezing his eyes shut and waiting.

waiting for an impact, for the pull, for the bomb to drop.

but the hand on his wrist didn’t yank, or shove.

“katsuki has another apology for you.” he heard eijirou murmur as he tried to stand him up properly. “denk, can you look at me?”

“why are you so damn scared of us? what did we do?” katsuki demanded. “well... i get me, but it’s fucking ei.”

he looked up at them carefully.

“y-you’re alphas...” he mumbled, “i... i’m a-an omega...—”

“great excuse. you think we’re feral fucking animals who only listen to their knot, don’t you?” katsuki asked. “do you see us salivating over every god damn omega in this school?”

if he thinks about it, no.

they didn’t look interested in anyone else but one another. they weren’t like some of the other alphas he has seen lifting up skirts or cornering people in the hallway where everyone can see.

did they even leave class for ruts? he can’t remember. it hurts to try.

“denki, we aren’t going to jump you. please let me explain.” eijirou said, and he nodded slowly.

he slowly peeled his arms from around his face, and watched as his friend took a step back.

“i love you.” he told him.

he knows that. they’re best friends. he loves him too.

sometimes he’s deathly afraid of them, but he’s afraid of everyone who’s not an omega.

“i love katsuki.” eijirou held his hand, and they looked at one another. “he’s amazing, okay? i know he’s rough on the edges, but he means well. i can see myself having a future with him.”

there’s a weird pang in his chest at the look they give each other, a spark of something weird and bitter that has him wondering if he could just get to his point already.

if they were going to stay jusy to rub their relationship in his face, he was going to leave.

sure, it’s his room, but he would never demand anything from an alpha. it’d be easier to just walk away.

eijirou reached his other hand out in his direction.

“and i love you too.”

that doesn’t make any sense.

an alpha who loves someone without getting their knot wet? fake.

they’re all the same. all they want is pups and to exert dominance over someone.

‘but,’ a voice in his head chimes, ‘this is eijirou.’

his best friend, eijirou.

the guy who dropped everything to save someone, eijirou.

the first person to make him feel comfortable, eijirou.

“i want you in my life too. i care so much about you, and i-i guess it’s kind of greedy to want two mates, but i just... i can’t imagine a future without you in it.” he told him.

katsuki huffed. “i’m no good at this feelings shit. you just... make me feel things. nice things...”

it makes sense.

it all makes perfect sense and he feels dumb for not noticing it before.

two alphas in a relationship reaching out to an omega? there’s only one thing they could want.

neither of them will submit without a fight. neither of them can carry their pups.

that’s why they need him. he knows it.

if they supposedly loved him, why wouldn’t they confess before he was outed as an omega? why wait until their knew his secondary? until katsuki knew he can have him under his thumb?

stupid.

stupid stupid stupid.

omegas don’t get love.

they get knocked up and forced to do household chores. they get told what to do and when to do it, what to wear and what not to wear.

“d-denk—”

of course that’s all they want.

“y-you’re mean.” he whispered, afraid of making them mad by rejecting them. “you know that?”

“what do you—”

“u-using me like that.” he sniffled. “is that all i am?”

of course he is. there’s nothing else he can be but some dumb alpha’s knot toy. their slave.

his hands covered his face as he pulled in his hair.

eijirou’s eyebrows furrowed. “what do you mean? hey—”

“no. no no no.” he mumbled, shaking his head. “i don’t want to.”

“hey, sparky, cool down—”

he couldn’t hear him, not when he’s too busy falling apart. too busy locked inside of painful memories.

“please don’t make me.” he whimpered, his legs giving out beneath him.

“hey!”

two pairs of hands held on to him as his knees hit the floor, and he slumped into them, chest aching.

“what the fuck happened to you.” katsuki demanded less than asked. “i’ve never seen anyone react this way to being confessed to.”

“shh. hey, we got you. you’re safe.”

“we won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” katsuki told him. “who do you think we are?”

they didn’t embrace him, just held their hands on his shoulders and gave him rom to breathe, room to move and push them away.

“we would never, ever use you, denki.” eijiriu promised.