A Goddamned Omega Bitch

Fuck This

(Sorry in advance about how short this first chapter is. ;-; )

'Nope. Fuck this. Fuck everyone. Someone please fuck me~ NO! The FUCK?! This has gotta be some shitty mistake! Bakugo FUCKING Katsuki CANNOT be a goddamned OMEGA BITCH!' I screamed out of sheer frustration and punched my dorm room wall so hard I felt my middle finger dislocate and my skin tear. "FUCK!" Drawing my hand back, I shoved my finger back into place with a nasty pop and glared furiously at the scrapes on my knuckles. I was beyond relieved I had declined Shitty Hair's invitation to the dumbass "coming of age slash soulmate bonding" party. If anyone knew I was an Omega, I'd NEVER hear the end of it. That being said, I knew I needed things to suppress my pheromones and heat when the time came. So I pulled out my phone and called the old hag.

"Bakugo fucking Katsuki, what the HELL are you doing calling in the middle of the goddamned night?!"

"Hello to you, too, ya old hag. Now could you chill the fuck out? This is really fucking important! It's the night of the fucking Spring Equinox, and I...." I hesitated. What the FUCK was wrong with me?! I don't hesitate! "Fuck it! I'm a damn Omega, okay?! There!"

There was silence on the other end for some fucking reason, and I was about to say something when my mother fucking squealed. "MY BABY'S AN OMEGA?! MASARU! MASARU, WAKE THE FUCK UP, BABE! KATSUKI'S AN OMEGA!"

I groaned. "Mom, shut the fuck up! This is serious! I don't want any of these damn extras to know, so.... Fuck it. I'm calling to ask for your help, okay?!" I snapped. I'd never admit it, even to myself, but I was fucking TERRIFIED. I'd been a dick to the entire class, ESPECIALLY Deku, and being an unmarked, unmated Omega meant that it would be far too fucking easy for the damn extras to take revenge. "I need suppressants, birth control and one of those stupid collars. Or a patch would be better. Not as fucking noticeable."

"Do you at least know who your mate is? Are they at the school?! Oh, I can't wait for my grandbabies!"

"I have no fucking clue, and I'm not gonna get knocked up! I can't fight with a baby growing in my stomach!" I growled. She wasn't paying attention at all!

"Uterus. Babies don't grow in your stomach, Katsuki."

"That's not the fucking point! Look, tomorrow's the weekend. I'll come visit you, and you better fucking have what I asked for! Good night!" I hung up and threw my phone across the room. After that, I screamed into my pillow until I passed the fuck out.

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I was awakened by a way too fucking loud banging at my door and an irritating voice calling out, "Heeeey, Bakubro! You asleep in there?!"

"Fuck off, Shitty Hair!" I yelled, feeling the small explosions in my palms popping. It was a sensation I actually quite enjoyed. "I WAS sleeping until you came and started pummeling my damn door! Are you using your Quirk or some shit?!" I got up and dug through my drawers for some evergreen and amber cologne I used because I hated that my Quirk made me smell like CARAMEL. Like, the fuck?! I used extra of it today to mask my altered scent before unlocking and slamming my door open. "What the everloving FUCK do you want?!" 'Fuck he smells good.... Like mountain air and bark dust. So he's an Alpha. Great. He's not one to mask his pheromones. Dumbass. But he's not my mate, thank whatever god is in charge of this shit....'

"Dude, did you forget?" Shitty Hair actually looked a bit hurt. "You agreed to go to arcade with us today!"

By "us" he always meant the same damn group. Raccoon Eyes, Soy Sauce, Dunce Face, Shitty Hair, and myself. Raccoon Eyes had dubbed the group of idiots the "Bakusquad." How fucking stupid can you get?! Seriously! "Plans change. I'm not going to some shitty arcade with you dumbasses. I have to go see my stupid parents today. So you all go have fun, or whatever. I don't actually give a shit." I did actually give a shit. I loved the arcade, and I didn't actually hate their company, as idiotic as they were. Not that I'd ever tell them. Seeing his dejected expression made me feel just a little tiny bit guilty and I was almost tempted to tell him the truth, but all I said before slamming my door shut was, "Some other time." My heart was racing from his scent, his pheromones affecting me far too fucking much. "Shit...." I muttered, running both hands through my hair. I wanted to blow something up, but everything in my room was, well, MINE. I didn't want to destroy any of my shit. So I punched the wall again, reopening the scabs from last night.