Usually I write Omega Empowered ABOs. But... what if I drabbled with the opposite?

Cw: injury, blood, forced mating

It's a horrible thing-- to be born an Omega.

You have no rights, no decision-making abilities.

Everything is decided for you.

The length of your hair (You mustn't ever cut it unless an Alpha tells you to do so!) The way you dress (An Alpha will purchase your clothing!)

Who you'll mate, how many pups you'll have.

It's not right. It's archaic and disgusting. It's old world and out of date and every Omega knows it's unfair, it's cruel, and it's //not the way things should be//.

But it's the way things are.

So it comes as no surprise to anyone, least of all Eijirou, when he presents as an Omega at eighteen as IMMEADITELY proposed to an Alpha.

He doesn't know the Alpha's name, or what they look like, but it doesn't matter because he wouldn't be given a choice anyway.

It's only hours before the Alpha arrives to steal him away. To force him to go with him to who knows where.

How long before the Alpha forces themself on Eijirou? Before he's bred with a pup?

Hours?

Could he be so lucky to get a whole day?

He meets his own eyes in the mirror. This is going to be his future.

If he stays on this path.

His hair is ebony black, the tips long past reaching the curve of his spine. His face is soft, round with fullness because Omegas have to eat and gain weight for future pups.

His face is free of blemishes or cuts, and his teeth are perfectly flat and straight.

He's a beautiful Omega, he's going to make an Alpha proud.

With shaking hands, Eijirou raises the weapon held in his palm. It's sharp, too sharp, designed for cutting meat. He stole the knife from his family kitchen and that alone could get him punished.

What he plans to do with it could get him killed.

With empty thoughts and a sharp swipe, Kirishima cuts his hair in a jagged line across his nape.

It makes a soft sigh as it falls to the floor.

It's freeing, all that weight removed from his shoulders.

He wishes it was enough. But it's not.

The next cut he makes isn't through hair, but through pale skin instead.

He slices a line on his face, through his eyebrow where no one would be able to miss it.

It bleeds and he blinks through the pain because he isn't done. Not by a long shot.

He spends too long on his teeth.

With tools he swiped over the course of months, he files away at the bone until his teeth are filed into slight points.

When he's done his whole face aches. It feels like he's smashed it into a door, or been hit with a shovel.

But he's done it. He's freaking done it.

"Hi," he says softly, tears tracking pink lines down his cheeks. "I'm Kirishima Eijirou. And I'm an Alpha."

It doesn't sound real. So he says it again.

Again.

Again.

"Hi. I'm Kirishima Eijirou. And I am an Alpha."

~One year later~

"You smell so soft for an Alpha!" Mina laughs, hip checking Eiji as he grinds coffee beans for a customer. "I just can't believe your family didn't get you an Omega as soon as you presented!"

Ei tries to cover up his panic with a laugh, as he sets the cup down he's working with.

"Yeah," he says absently, brushing his hands on his apron. "The bad luck of being the 4th born Alpha, I guess."

Mina sighs wistfully. "I wish I had siblings!" She immediately backpedals. "Not that my mate isn't great, she is, it's just.." her voice softens. "I wish it was real."

Kirishima tries to comfort her with a quick pat to her shoulder. "Hey. You just gotta be a good mate to her. Be kind to her. Try to make her happy with you. Give her space if she wants it."

Mina nods, a quick swipe under her eye. "You have great advice, Kiri!"

"Yeah, well I..."

The bell above the door signals another customer and Kirishima breaks away to look up. They haven't gotten to the lunch rush yet, so there's very few people in the cafe.

Kirishima jogs to the counter, plastering a sweet smile on his face. The scent blockers on his neck that all unmated Alpha's are required to wear pull at his skin and he scratches them as he says, "Welcome to the Coffee Plot, what can I get started for you?"

Except... even if the person were to respond, Kirishima wouldn't hear him.

His hearing short circuits as ruby eyes meet his and travel lower, briefly flicking up to his scar, then stopping on his teeth, before lingering on his patches.

The customer is gorgeous. All sharp angles and fiery scent. He's tall, with big muscles, and Kirishima leans a little over the counter to see strong thighs.

Blonde hair is cut in spikes around his face and it kind of looks like a firework.

"Are you an Alpha?" The blonde asks calmly, hand going to his /very fitting/ suit jacket.

Kirishima hearts races in his chest and he almost can't get any words out.

//Hi, I'm Kirishima Eijirou, and I am an Alpha.//

"We have a special today on croissants," Kirishima answers instead, trying very hard to not sweat through his shirt. "If your intrested."

The man pulls out his wallet, and removes a sleek black credit card. "No sweets. Just a coffee."

Kirishima swallows hard. His job. He needs to do his job! He tucks a no longer spikey fallen strand of hair behind his ear. "Sure! Can I get a name for your order?"

"Can I sit over here?" The man asks instead, long slim finger pointing to the empty bar table tucked into the corner by the bar.

That seat is usually empty, because it only seats one, and it's too close to the screeching steamer and clinking mugs for most people.

"Uh... yeah. All empty seats are available. But... that one's a pretty crappy seat. It's real close to the machines and--"

The black card is shoved in front of Kirishima's face without another word.

Worrying his botton lip through his teeth, Kirishima swipes the card, and the name off of it--(Katsuki Bakugou) and hands it back.

"I'll bring it over when it's done!" Eijirou says, trying hard for friendly and probably failing.

Bakugou makes a soft tch, before he storms over to the table in the corner and drops in the chair.

His eyes are on Kirishima and it's very unnerving. He knows he's being watched, but he doesn't know why. His fingers shake a little too much as he pours a simple coffee.

What kind of person asked about someone's secondary gender?

Unless Bakugou was hoping he was mateable?

Kirishima's cheeks flush. No. That would be insane! Bakugou looks like a Greek God, or a model, or an actor and Kirishima is....

Well. He's just Kirishima.

When he brings Bakugou his coffee, the blonde's eyes sweep from the soles of his feet to the tip top of his gelled hair.

It makes shivers break over his skin and his breath punch out and wow Bakugou smells like the chili flakes they put in the Dirty Chai.

"Here ya go!" Kirishima says quickly, setting the saucer and mug on the table. "The creamer and sugar station is over there by the door. Enjoy!"

"Kirishima." Bakugou grates before his hand suddenly locks around Eijirou's wrist.

On instant, Kirishima almost whines. It's an Omega thing, and he can feel the stupid entity in his head scretching awake at an Alpha's touch.

Instead, he rips his hand away. He didn't give this guy permission to touch him. He doesn't WANT to be touched. He's an Alpha now.

Bakugou's eyes narrow.

"You look familiar." His fingers curl around the coffee mug handle and brings the hot cup to his lips. He doesn't even flinch when he swallows. "Very very familiar."

"Is that a line?" Kirishima says, stepping back to put distance between them. "Because if it is, I'm not interested."

Bakugou doesn't say anything to confirm or deny, he just sips his coffee, intense gaze never leaving Eijirou.

Even when Kirishima gets back behind the counter and starts with the lunch rush, he knows Bakugou hasn't looked away.

Brief little peeks, prove him right, Bakugou is still watching him.

It should creep him out, some strange Alpha coming in here being weird and glaring at him.

But it doesn't feel hostile, and stupidly, Kirishima's Omega tells him it's fine. Bakugou's not a threat to them.

Satou comes in at a quarter to two to relieve him of his shift. Kirishima takes off his apron and hangs it in the backroom.

Normally he'd walk out the front, but Bakugou's still in the lobby, and...

He's definitely going to sneak out the back.

Kirishima doesn't say goodbye to any of his coworkers, even though he always does, because he doesn't want to chance Bakugou seeing him or hearing him and catching on.

Now that he's not directly under the blonde's stare, Kirishima's brain is running circles. Gods, what if his parents sent him? What if he's a bounty hunter? Or a police officer?

Running from a mating is HIGHLY illegal. Pretending to be an Alpha is worth a life sentence.

At a breeding facility.

Not even prision.

Fuck.

Fuck!

He has to get back to his apartment, he has to get--

Out of the corner of his eye, Kirishima watches as he comes through the back door, Bakugou unhinging his back from the wall.

"Kirishima," he says instantly.

"Good Gods!" His heart pounds in his chest and he tries to press his hand to stop the furious beat.

"I'm not interested!" He nearly screams. Logic tells him that this has //nothing// to do with flirtatious intentions. Bakugou is here to HURT him, or EXPOSE him, but it's the first thing that comes out to cover his panic.

"Calm down," Bakugou demands, eyes narrowing on Kirishima's rapidly spasming chest. "I just want to fucking talk."

Kirishima shakes his head, fumbling in his pocket for the keys to his beat up truck.

Could he throw a sucessful punch?

Or maybe shove Bakugou until he has the opportunity to run away?

"If you fucking hit me I'm going to be pissed." Bakugou growls, interupting his thoughts of violence. The Alpha's fangs have dropped a little with the thought of a fight and they scrap his full bottom lip when he talks.

It's kind of... fascinating.

"Don't bite me," Kirishima blurts, eyes locked on Bakugou's sharp teeth. He read once that it's a thing that brawling Alpha's do sometimes to show victory.

But a bite from from a //real// Alpha would do very different things to him.

"I wasn't fucking gonna!" Katsuki shouts. "Fuck, I'm not trying to scare you! I'm just... I... there's...fuck." He pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a sigh.

"Can we *please* talk?" He asks, somewhat harshly.

He's probably not used to asking for things because of his secondary gender. But he's fighting instinct and *trying* and that alone has Kirishima nodding his head.

"I don't want to leave the parking lot." He says, because he's not an idiot. He's not letting this guy take him to a secondary location.

Plus Satou will be taking out the trash soon, and he'll be able to see them.

"Fine."

Katsuki keeps his distance as Kirishima pulls his keys out and slowly starts walking toward his truck. He flips his keys in between his fingers, waiting for Bakugou to say something that will explain why he's so intrested in Kirishima.

Kirishima unlocks his truck doors and opens the driver's side to get in. Bakugou opens the passenger side, and Kirishima tries to focus his breathing as the blonde climbs into his truck with a loud creak.

It's not a fancy truck, but it's a good truck. It's almost thirty years old, higher than 250,000 miles on it. It's got more rust than red paint, and the windows can only be rolled down with the pliers Kirishima keeps in the cupholder.

Omegas aren't allowed to have loans, or licenses. But the lot outside of the rural town he stumbled into a year ago didn't care about any of that. Just money.

He worked there for a couple of months before the coffee shop. He was even given a place to stay on the property-- an empty rv, that he called home for three months.

He learned alot there and convinced the owner, a kind old woman, to let him buy the old truck.

It didn't run at the time, but with her kindness, and spare parts around the shop, Kirishima got the truck running.

It wasn't a fancy truck, at all.

But it was his.

He sees Bakugou judging him though. He can hear his thoughts. /Why would an Alpha have such a shitty car?/

Fuck, it wouldn't surprise Kirishima one bit if the sleek black foreign model car in the corner of the parking lot was the blonde's. It probably cost half a mil.

Kirishima's had cost him a couple hundred dollars and hard labor.

His fingers tap anxiously at the steering wheel as he shoots small glances at the Alpha.

Is he going to say anything??

They sit in the truck for a while, Kirishima's skin rippling in anticipation of a shoe to drop.

Bakugou doesn't try to touch him, or even look at him. He just sits. Quiet.

And that's when he smells it.

Sadness.

It tingles Kirishima's nose in the way molded bread does. He hates it, it gives him a headache, and he has to grip the seat to stop himself from whining and leaning across the console to sent the Alpha in comfort.

"Why did you run?" Bakugou asks softly, flooding the cab with the smell of sharp salty tears. "I would have fucking been good to you."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Kirishima stammers.

Because this isn't happening. There is no way this is happening.

He's thousands of miles away from home. He never told them where he was or what he looked like now.

He's not even registered! He buys fake ids, and scent blockers, and Alpha piss from a guy under a bridge in his neighboorhood.

This is a joke, a mistake, because there's no way, no possible way, that he's been found.

And there's no freaking way Bakugou is his Alpha.

Bakugou reaches into his jacket again, and Kirishima flinches, but he only pulls out a weathered photo and puts it on the dash.

It's a photo of him. Seventeen, with a bright smile because the him in the photo has to clue what kind of shit hand he's going to be dealt at eighteen.

His face is not scarred, his teeth aren't sharp. He looks a lot softer than he does now since he has the freedom to portion control and go to an Alpha gym.

It doesn't look anything like him. But it's undeniable that it /is/ him.

"They gave me your photo. Your scent too. I have it in my car. A shirt of yours or whatever." Bakugou's trying for nonchalance, to put Kiri at ease, but they both know he knows exactly what item of clothing it is.

No. No.

Tears form in his eyes.

No.

Oh gods. He's.... he's been found and that means... he's going to have to... the...

He can't even *think* it.

"They tried to offer me your sister instead." Bakugou says softly, rubbing a finger over the photo Kirishima's cheek. "She's an Alpha, but they wanted to soothe wounds."

Oh gods.

Eika was an Alpha? Eika was an Alpha.

And him... he can only pretend and play dress up.

"What happens now," he asks hollowly, mentally reaching into his chest to turn a switch off. To turn every single emotion and thought off. He shuts them down. He's stuck, there's nothing he can do. And he doesn't want to feel anything. So he chooses not to.

"I want you to come home with me." Bakugou says softly. So softly that Kirishima has to strain to hear. His chin tips up and he meets Kirishima's gaze head on, despite the tears on his waterline. "But I'm not going to make you."

He has no choice and they both know it.

Bakugou isn't asking for real, of course not. He's just pretending, faking giving Kiri a choice, so that he can choose wrong and Katsuki can claim he offered something other than the breeding facility.

No Alpha would willingly give up their mate.

It's a ruse. It has to be.

"Sure." Kirishima says, because he really has no choice. "Yeah. I'll uh, sure. Okay. Yeah. Do you want to follow me to my apartment?"

There's a brief moment where Kirishima swears he catches a smile on Bakugou's face before it's gone. He pulls the picture back down into his jacket and shakes his head. "No. We can just go in my car."

Right. Yeah. He's... not allowed to have his truck.

His ugly, old, broken truck.

Kirishima bites his lip to stop it from wobbling. "Okay."

He leaves the key in the cab. He hopes someone finds it and loves it. It's not pretty, but it's reliable and he...

He coughs into his fist to stop himself.

It's fine. It's just a truck.

When he slides into smooth leather (the sports car *was* Bakugou's) and the engine purrs to life quietly and smoothly, Kirishima watches his vehicle as it disappears in the window.

It's fine.

He's gonna be fine.

Cw: ANGST sorry i thought i already tagged angst. Lots of angst and self worth issues here.

****

When Kirishima wakes up he has a brief, *blissful* second where he thinks it's a dream.

He dreamed Bakugou, his Alpha, the sexy car. Leaving his truck. His job. His home.

It could have been a dream when they went to his apartment and packed up his few belongings.

The pain he felt when he decided to leave his scent blockers (which he used just for show) and his hair creams (there was no way he was going to be allowed to spike his hair) could have just been a long shift induced nightmare.

But he wakes up, head resting on the plush leather of Bakugou's car door and he knows it's real.

"How long have we been driving?" He asks timidly. It's the first time he's spoken since they were in the parking lot and he wouldn't talk now except he has to pee and his leg is cramping.

"Nine hours."

Kirishima nods. Wow. Today must have took more out of him than he thought.

He watches signs fly by. He doesn't mention his need for a bathroom, Katsuki probably doesn't care.

He remembers this part of the road as he had escaped miles away from his home in the middle of the night. He remembers riding with no desintation on the night of his eighteenth birthday with a couple of truckers and in the back of a storage van.

Infact....

Kirishima cringes. They're about to take the old road towards home. It's still another six or seven hours, but the interstate isn't going to take them in the right direction any longer.

They sit in silence until the street lamps click on.

"We'll stop in a bit. So you can stretch."

Kirishima doesn't say anything, but the fiery feeling in his gut starts to feel like poision the closer they get to home.

He holds his breath when he sees the sign for home. He doesn't want to go, doesn't want to see the dissapointment on his parents faces when they finally come calling.

But... they pass the exit.

Kirishima doesn't want to correct Katsuki, but he also doesn't want to be in the car longer than he has to with Katsuki's chili scent.

"That was the exit." He announces.

Katsuki turns on the windsheild wipers as rain starts to pepper the glass. "I don't live there anymore."

Kirishima can't stop the flood of relief that fills him.

He doesn't have to go home. Doesn't have to see his parents or Eika. At least not yet.

The next time he sees them, Kirishima will probably be probably mated.

Bakugou has waited a year afterall.

Or maybe he hasn't. Nothing would stop the blonde from having more than one mate. And he's certainity gorgeous enough to have plenty.

Kirishima closes his eyes.

He very much wants to go back to sleep.

*****

"Hey," Kirishima hears through the thick veil of sleep. "We're here."

He opens his eyes, a little unsure of his surrondings. They're still in the car, but they've stopped moving. Have they stopped for gas/a break again?

Of course, when Kirishima sits up and sees the absolutely gigantic castle of a house, he knows they aren't at a gas station.

They're at the Alpha's home.

Kirishima opens the door with shaking fingers and when he steps out his legs almost collaspe because they're half asleep and sore from being tucked up weirdly in the car.

There had been plenty of room in the luxury car, but Kirishima had been hell bent on folding himself far away from Bakugou, even at his own discomfort.

Bakugou exits the car too, and when he shuts the car door the front door opens and a woman and a man step out.

If the way they're dressed wasn't enough of a giveaway, the fact that they both have different shades of dark hair, skin, and facial structures, plus them probably being around Kirishima's age tells him it's unlikely they are family.

They're servants.

"Get his bags." Katsuki commands, popping his trunk open with the key fob.

"It's okay!" Kirishima says, scrambling to get to the trunk first. He doesn't want to be a bother.

And yes, he grew up with servants.

Actually only *one* (and a cook) because his family wasn't incredibly well off, but it's been a YEAR, and he's never liked being served. He likes independence.

The woman hesitates in the doorway and looks at Bakugou, who shrugs.

The lift of his shoulders says //If he wants to carry his own fucking bags then let him.//

"I have dinner warming." The guy says with a broad smile. "But since it's 2am..."

"I'm still starving, asshole. I didn't eat any shitty gas station food."

Kirishima hadn't either. Bakugou had offered him snacks a ton, even offered drive thrus, but Kirishima hadn't wanted to admit to being hungry.

Now though, at the promise of good-- no doubt gourmet food-- his stomach loudly rumbles as he pulls his bags out.

Kirishima walks up the steps and tries not to hit anybody with his duffel bags as he moves through the doorway.

And steps into a completly different world than what he's been used to for the last couple of months on his own.

His apartment had a futon and a coffee table that didn't match his two end tables. His kitchen table had two different wooden chairs and one of them needed sugar packets under it to stay level.

He had a couple framed arts that he bought for 15 cents at a yard sale.

He had a rug that he got from Coffee Plot for free since they were going to throw it out due to the coffee stains on it.

He had a bed without a frame, and a pretty decent mattress.

He had a dresser with four working drawers and one that he was pretty sure was glued shut.

He lived in squalor compared to Bakugou.

A chandlier bigger than his couch hangs from the ceiling. Kirishima bets everything he owns (a little bit of clothing but still) that every jew on it is real.

A marble staircase with golden railing wraps around the side and leads upstairs.

There's an open double doorway to the right that showcases a massive dining room table and solid oak chairs.

The left shows a entertaining room, and to Kirishima's surprise there's a pool table, goregous but out of place in the middle.

The house is huge and he has no doubt this is only a tiny section of it.

Bakugou turns to him. "Go take a shower." He motions for the woman to take the bags from him and Kirishima lets her reluctantly.

"Ochaco will show you were it is. Dinner should be fully heated up by then, right Sero?" Bakugou snaps, eyeing the male.

Sero shrugs, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He doesn't seem bothered by Katsuki's mood, at that puts Kirishima at ease. If his servants don't fear him that means Katsuki has never given them a reason to.

Ochaco leads Kirishima upstairs to a closed door. She sets the bags down long enough to open it and click on the light.

It's a bedroom. Probably the master, going by the huge bed in the center and attached bathroom with the tub so large Kirishima can see it from here.

Ah, his new prison.

Ochaco sits the bags down on the bed and Kirishima almost protests. His bags are... well. And the comforter looks expensive!

But Ochaco just walks into the bathroom, and starts drawing a bath for him.

"Do you need help?" She asks quietly, standing far enough away that its obvious she's trying not to spook him. "With..." she points to his blockers. "Removing those?"

Kirishima shakes his head. It's like a bandaid. If he does it quick it barely hurts his scent glands. Ochaco would likely be too soft and rip the skin.

(Kirishima had done it quite a bit himself before he figured out the correct procedure.)

"Okay. Well. If you need anything, you can call for me." She smoothes her hands down her skirt qnd walks toward the door. Before she leaves though, she turns and says, "He's not so bad, Kirishima."

And then she's gone.

Unable to stop himself, Kirishima explores the room. He's hoping he learns something about Bakugou in his exploration, but sadly he doesn't get much.

The clothes in the closet still have tags, and all the perfumes, lotions, and tolieties are full.

Kirishima is slightly confused to see the dresser, to see the small comfortable looking panties in every design and cut and he snaps the drawer shut quickly.

Are they Katsuki's? They look just about his size.

For a seond he's disgusted that they could be for him, but it's unlikely since Kirishima hasn't been that size since he was a teen.

The room is dusty, but clean, and the comforters do smell like spices. Like Bakugou.

The only thing in the room that Kirishima finds truly amiss is a dried bouquet of flowers tossed into a small bin in the bathroom.

He pulls them out, fueled by curiosity and finds they were probably once beautiful

The dried pale yellow petals in the trash scream sunflowers-- Kirishima's favorite, and he's briefly sad that they died.

He always wanted to plant sunflowers. But his apartment had shit lighting.

Kirishima puts the flowers on the bedside table. He doesn't know why. He just... wants to keep them.

They're like him. Once pretty and now... different. Dried up.

Kirishima sighs.

He really needs that bat--

A snag in the wall catches his eye.

Not just one, but five scratches embedded deep in the paint, clearly recently painted over.

It looks like claws.

Kirishima hurries into the bath.

He doesn't linger even though he wants to.

The water comes to his shoulders and his apartment didn't have a tub, only a stall, and he really really wants to sink into the scented water and relax and maybe cry, but he's afraid that if he stays too long, Katsuki will barge in.

After he's washed his skin, he stays in only long enough to count to one hundred.

The last thing he does is wash out his hair. The water turns red because of the cheap dye, and it has Kirishima's heart pounding in his throat as he immediately jerks out the plug.

Oh no, oh no, what if it stains the tub....

It stains the tub.

The tub that without a doubt cost more than Kirishima's entire apartment.

Kirishima quickly graps one of the folded washclothes and tries to scrub at the red ring, but it won't go away and Bakugou's going to be mad and oh god... oh god.

It's fine, it's fine. Kirishima tries to tell himself, knuckles pressed into hi is closed eyes.

If he just tells Katsuki he didn't mean to, maybe the Alpha won't be upset and turn him in and maybe he won't be shipped to a breeding facility.

Kirishima sits in the floor after that. Drip drying and forming a puddle on the marble tiles.

His stomach rumbles again. He's getting light headed. From not eating, or the crying, or the hot bath water he isn't sure.

He needs to dress and go eat.

He stands in front of his duffel bag. His clothes smell slightly like smoke because his neighbor burned cigarettes like they were going out of style.

He never noticed the faint smell before because his whole apartment was that way, but in Bakugou's clean mansion it's obvious.

Should he dress himself? Would Katsuki be mad?

He didn't send Ochaco with clothes....

Oh...

Kirishima's face burns and he feels tears threatening again.

Shit.

He was supposed to go down without them. This was a test. To see if Kirishima would disobey right off the bat.

Katsuki's trying to humilate him.

And it's working.

He already messed up the tub.

He has no choice.

//Hah,// he thinks bitterly. //I haven't had a single choice since I turned eighteen.//

No one has ever seen him naked. Except the doctor he had to see when he presented.

It would have been two- the lawyer he had to see after to ensure that he was untouched for his new mate-- but Kirishima had run before that happened.

He knows he looks nothing like an Omega is supposed to look. He's too big now, with too many muscles.

His thighs are strong, not soft, and his face is sharp angles now.

Katsuki is likely to be dissapointed.

Will he punish him for it?

Not of it matters, he supposes.

Katsuki is going to see it soon anyway, whenever he chooses to. Probably after the Alpha eats, he'll want to breed.

Kirishima shakes the thought out of his head. If he thinks about it, he's going to go into distress.

His feet slap quietly against the stairs as he walks down. He didn't bother hiding behind the towel, whats the freaking point.

Rainbows from the chandlier bounces on his skin and it's too beautiful for what's likely to happen to him next.

He hears Katsuki's voice coming from the dining room he saw eariler and he sounds pissed. "--left the rusty thing in Coffee Plot's parking lot. Fucking hell. Alpha pee in canisters the fucking //apartment//! So fucking s--"

Ei sees Katsuki before the Alpha sees him. He's sitting at the head of the table, chatting with Ochaco whose improperly sitting at the table with him.

His suit jacket is off. and the collar of his white shirt is unbuttoned and he's spearing some vegetable like it offended him.

Kirishima watches as Katsuki's nose wrinkles. He must be catching the smell of Kirishima sans scent blockers. They weren't intended for Omegas, but they do work.

When his eyes jerk up from Ochako, they're flooded black with desire. The red is eaten, and gone, and a loud, viscious growl permeates the room

Kirishima watches in fear as Katsuki's canines decend so quickly they shred his lip. His fingers (now claws) sink into the table loudly

"SERO!" He shouts, knocking his chair back with the force that he stands. His hands come up to slap frantically over his mouth and one side of his neck. "FUCKING---SERO!"

The smell in the room turns downright delicious from Katsuki's arousal.

And even though Kirishima's brain says NO, his Omega says HELL YES and he has to bite his tongue from moving.

Was is Bakugou calling for Sero?

Did he... did he mess up? Is he going to be punished?

"Fucking--!" Katsuki cuts off his curse with a snarl, and he hunches down to spring on Kirishima.

Oh.

He kind of wanted to eat first. But at least he won't have to worry about *when* he's going to be attacked. At least he knows it's going to be now.

Is Sero supposed to hold him down?

Said male bursts into the room, and quickly covers his mouth when he sees exactly what's going on.

He jerks to Bakugou, who's damn near feral now, and tackles him down before he can lunge at Kirishima.

"Get out!" Ochaco shouts at him, dog piling onto Katsuki with Sero. She throws an elbow into Katsuki's face. "And shut the fucking door!"

Kirishima runs from the room, he's not going to ignore the offer to bolt. There's a feral Alpha in there trying to breed him and for some reason Sero and Ochaco are helping him escape!

He needs to go upstairs and grab clothes, but he just wants to **go**. He wants to *run.*

Katsuki's suit jacket from earlier is on a coat rack and Kirishima yanks it off as he's running out the door so quickly that the entire coat comes down and breaks apart.

He doesn't care.

He almost falls down the stairs as he shoves the jacket on. He doesn't know where he is, or where to go, and he can't go back to his apartment, and he doesn't have his truck but..

Katsuki's car!

The keys aren't in it, but he can lock the Alpha out!

The door opens when he yanks on it and Kirishima is thankful that it opens as he scrambles inside and throws the lock.

His breath is loud and cracking as he waits for the overhead light to switch off.

Once it does he'll be hidden.

He'll be safe.

Katsuki can probably rip through the door with those teeth and claws but maybe he won't.

Maybe he won't.

××××××××

Kirishima wakes up in immeadite pain. His neck hurts, his legs hurt.

Fuck even his eyes hurt.

Sleeping in a two seated car all night because you think you're going to be unwillingly bred sucks.

It sucks ass.

Kirishima has no idea when he passed out from crying or hunger or whatever.

He just knows it's morning when there's a knock on the car window.

He doesn't know who the person is that's standing by the car with a pair of his sweats, a covered dish, and a bottle of water.

He sees blonde hair for a second and fears it's Bakugou, before sees the different shade and the black servant clothes.

Another servant.

Kirishima opens the door because he doesn't see Bakugou, and he's so hungry, and he really wants his sweats so he's not naked anymore.

And maybe he also wants to not be alone anymore because if he keeps thinking about the way Bakugou looked at him, the way he growled....

"Pants first?" The male asks, offering the cloth. He smells of Omega, and now that Kirishima is thinking about, so did Sero and Ochaco.

Did Katsuki have a harem afterall?

"I brought french toast and bacon! Served with a smile!" The blonde passes him the tray. "Wow, last night was crazy, huh! Kinda mad I picked last night to go to the movies when I could have stayed home and seen a better drama! Bet Kacchan was all "roar!" And "sksksk!"

The blonde makes a clawed hand and mimics pawing the air like a cat.

"Oh shit," the blonde says when he sees Kirishima's expression. "Sorry if he scared you! Or if I did, just now. Anyway! I'm Denki, man! And you're Kirishima! Hey do you wanna come inside? I have juice!"

It feels like running in molasses, trying to keep up with Denki. He talks loud, and fast, and he's kind of alot, and Kirishima is faintly reminded of Mina.

"I... don't know about going inside." He says honestly.

Why isn't Denki scared? He's an Omega too.

"Dude! Don't worry! If Bakugou comes in we'll spray him with some water, no biggie. Seriously," he says warmly, making Kirishima flinch when he tosses an arm over his shoulders. "Let's go inside."

"Also, not that I was looking at your dick, because that would be hella rude, but I'm just saying man, /damn/ no wonder Bakugou went feral and destroyed the dining room."

"Destroyed the...?" But Kiri eyes answer his own question when he sees tape over the dining room entrance.

Ah. Yeah.

Demolished would be a better word.

It looks like a bomb went off in there. The table is broke, there's a door in the floor. There's glass embdedded in the carpet.

Gods... that could have been him.

"Anyway," Denki says with a lighthearted slap to his shoulder. "Let's eat in the kitchen, yeah? The juice is in there and also so is my half eaten breakfast so..."

Kirishima follows because he doesn't know where else to go. Plus, being around Denki is making him warm.

Like.... kindship with a pack might.

He's never had a pack before.

Denki pulls a barstool up to a counter for Kirishima and drops into his own. He shoves a bite of eggs into his mouth without preamble and says, "again, not that I was looking at your dick, because I wasn't, totally not, but I would have paid to see Bakugou's face last night."

"He's freaking hot, I'll give you that. I mean if you're into the whole "rawr I'm an Alpha rawr" thing." Denki shrugs, choking back some juice. "Which I dunno if I am. I mean I kinda like Alphas, but Betas are good too. And if Omegas are as packed as you, *not* that I was---

---looking mind you, I'd be down with an Omega mate too. I dunno man. They all seem great. Honestly I'm down with whatever. My date last night was an Alpha, but it was kind of a convenience thing, not like a "I wanna mate you and have your pups thin-- oh. Oh shit. You're crying."

Is he?

Kirishima swipes a hand across his cheek. He didn't even mean to start crying.

But it's so confusing. Is Denki here to tease him? To tell him a tale about being an Omega free to date, to torture him?

Is everything carefully crafted to bring him pain?

"Oh shit," Denki repeats, grabbing a pot holder to wipe his tears. "Was it my story? Bakugou always says I'm boring him to tears. Is this bored tears? I'm sorry, fuck. I didn't mean to."

Kirishima just shakes his head. He just wants...

A loud bang echoes in the house like a door opening. There's a yell, and footsteps slamming into flooring. Its quiet for a second, before a vase breaks, and then there's arguing.

Kirishima shrinks down in his chair. Another fight??

Kami perks up in his chair, smiling around a dollip of whipped cream. "Shou!" He shouts, jumping up from the stool. "Come on, Kiri! Let's go snoop!"

×××××××

Katsuki dreams of his wedding night. He dreams about it alot. Actually, he's dreamed about it since he knew it was happening, even though when he wakes it will have been four hundred and fifty seven days ago.

He dreams about the night he gets his name.

Kirishima Eijirou.

The moment when his mother hands him the papers and announces, "This is your Omega, if you like him".

She hands him a picture, and Katsuki is instantly smitten, though he'd never fucking admit it out loud.

But fucking... that stupid smile on the Omega's face makes Katsuki's Alpha purr.

The ziploc bag full of the Omega's scent is embarassing as fuck, because it's his //mom// handing him scented underwear and it's none of her goddamn buisness whether or not they successfully scent pair.

They sucessfully scent pair.

Katsuki Alpha keens when he rubs the cloth over his scent glands and immediately pumps out /acceptance/ and /arousal/.

It's a match.

He dreams about how during his move, he tells Hag the confirmation with flushed cheeks.

When she congratulates him and ruffles his hair with a laugh he resists the urge to sink his brand new and sore Alpha teeth into her hand.

The dream always changes then to the night his parents planned to send a lawyer to the Kirishima's to make sure Ei is a virgin and unmarked.

Katsuki almost went feral when they suggested it, and although it was against tradition, he demands to go instead. (But he won't check.)

He spends an hour combing down his hair in the room he designed for his Omega, in the new house he bought for them.

It looks stupid as fuck, but his mom says it looks nice when he sends her a picture so he leaves it.

He knows Eijirou is likely to be nervous, and Katsuki is known to have an ...explosive temper but he's excited to make this work.

He knows that it will. He's putting all his effort into this mating and he never fails.

He picks flowers from their garden for his mate, because the file said Kirishima likes sunflowers. Ochako hugs him tight, and Sero wishes him the best with tearfilled eyes before they rush to finish cooking Kirishima's favorite meal for his homecoming.

They'll have a lot to talk about, but Katsuki plans to let it wait until morning. Kirishima deserves space, and time to process.

Katsuki is going to be number one at this Alpha mate shit.

By the time he gets to the Kirishima's his hair is breaking free of it's confines.

He fixes it as best he can in the lowlight of his rearview mirror and when he steps out, heart beating, the door opens like their expecting him.

He doesn't smile often, but he does in the dream like he had in real life, about to announce he's here for his mate, his partner, when a policeman steps out and says, "We'll let you know if we find him."

Katsuki wakes up with a start at the exact moment he always does.

He's choking om a scream and his Alpha is whimpering and he's covered in sweat.

Fucking, godsdamn reoccuring nightmare.