To Kill For Love

Chapter Seven

The nest mocked him as he walked by it, and he glared daggers at the mess of blankets and clothing. His inner omega preened at the sight, yet he found himself repulsed. The previous night, he refused to let the pair of alphas anywhere near it. Hell, he tried to stay as far away from the shitty thing as possible! He stopped with his hand on the doorknob to gift it a quick sneer. Once he got it out of his system, he swung the door open.

The knock interrupted his nap not even ten minutes after he finally felt himself falling asleep. Without Izuku or Shouto near him, he struggled to function, to rest or eat, which sickened him. Why the hell should his body crave them? All they were good for was their knots, he told himself.

The people on the otherside of the door received a harsh glare. Scarlet eyes darted between the shorter form or Uraraka Ochako and the slightly taller one of Kaminari Denki. Both omegas grinned at him like they planned something, and his senses felt it in the air.

"The hell do you two want?" He growled as he leaned against the doorframe. The ash blonde tried to look imposing. He squinted his eyes, emphasized his scowl, and did his best to sour his scent without stinking up the room he resided in. He did not need Shouto and Izuku worrying over him later.

Ochako's brown eyes lit up. Excited hands found his, and her grip felt like claws in his skin: unrelenting, determined. As his eyes widened in surprise, she managed to yank him out of the room. "It's omega day!" She cheered happily.

"It's what day?" Katsuki shot back. He tried to back away, but Denki aided in caging him in.

"Dude, Midoriya and Todoroki warned us about you not agreeing easily. They even gave us the go-ahead to drag you." Denki bragged. His arms wrapped around Katsuki's torso from behind. "Either come willingly, or Uraraka will knock you out."

Scarlet eyes widened. Were they fucking serious? "The hell is happening?"

"You, the two of us, and two others are going out!" Ochako cheered happily. She pursed her lips together, and her fingers rubbed the fabric of Katsuki's shirt. "Not like that though." She shook her head softly. "This won't do."

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As it turned out, he had zero choice in anything. Not whether or not he wanted to go, not what he wore, and certainly not the location. Seated in an expensive café, dressed in some outfit he would never dare wearing if he had a choice, surrounded by four other omegas, Bakugou Katsuki found himself having a decent time. While he would kill anyone who snapped a photo of them, he did not hate the experience.

He met two very interesting omegas. Both were very different from Ochako, who practically bubbled over with excitement and joy, and Denki, who consistently buzzed with electric happiness. Together, Ochako and Denki created the perfect picture of a world without chaos. The other two omegas represented the opposite.

The first, Aoyama Yuuga, talked more about himself than anything. In just half an hour, Katsuki swore he knew the guy's whole life. Yuuga worked as both a beautician and a model, and everyone -- except Katsuki, apparently -- knew his name. He only worked for the Todoroki family because it was an "interesting job". Only a hundred different products went into his hair, a thousand on his face, and a million more in terms of makeup. Despite all the talk, Katsuki sensed something within the self-absorbed omega. Something deep in his scent. However, the ash blonde could not name it.

The second omega, Utsushimi Camie, Katsuki enjoyed much more. She used a lot of American slang in her sentences, but it gave her personality. Her long, fawn colored hair flowed nicely down her shoulders, ducked under a baseball cap. She walked with confidence and held no shame in anything she said. He tolerated her shitty nickname for him because he was not a pomeranian, nor did he look or act anything like one. She spoke a lot about her two favorite things: dick and murder, and Katsuki listened to every word to leave her mouth. From what he learned, she worked as a hired assassin, much like himself, for the Todoroki family. Katsuki made a mental note to inquire about her techniques. If Shouto and Izuku did not bother to kill him, she probably would be the one they sent in their place.