Omega Reborn

Chapter 3

Mitsuki handed Bakugo a black collar. Bakugo recoiled from it. "Is this what I think it is?"

"It's a heat collar. Put it on." His mom rolled her eyes.

"No fucking way." He might as well be branded as an omega.

"This is supposed to be the most comfortable, durable collar available. It cost me an arm and a leg. Put it on. I don't feel like arguing with you, young man."

"I'm not a child, mom. I'm a grown adult, I can take care of myself!"

"Mmhmm. I saw how you took care of yourself when Kirishima was here." Bakugo's face turned a bright red and it pissed him off that he couldn't really deny her on that point. "I'm just looking out for you, until we get you home you'll be in danger. What if something happens? Do you want to become the mate of any alpha that happens upon you?"

Bakugo sighed and snatched the heat collar out of her hands. He could tell just by touch that it was top of the line. Soft supple leather, with steel fibers woven discreetly throughout. Buckling it was an ordeal, and he had to look into a mirror for several minute to put it on. There were several latches that held it closed, most of them tiny and frustrating. It was designed not to be impossible to open, but to try one's patience. Patience that a lust-mad alpha or omega wouldn't have.

"How are you feeling right now?" Mitsuki asked.

"Ok, for now. The heat comes in waves. I hate it. I hate all of this. The pain, the smells, the emotions." He scowled at his reflection. Exhausted, dark crescents smudged under his eyes and a pink blush refused to leave his cheeks, making him look sick and feverish. "I want to leave. Can't we just leave already?"

"Kirishima is still outside causing trouble." Mitsuki was looking out the hospital room window.

Bakugo's dad, Masaru, came into the room with a bag of clothes. "Did you see the doctor?" Mitsuki asked her husband.

He shook his head. "He was walking really fast down the hall, I think something is happening."

Bakugo went into the adjoined bathroom, wiped himself down, and changed into the clothes his dad brought. A simple long-sleeved shirt, sweatpants, socks and underwear he didn't recognize. He squinted and looked at them closely. They were specially made boxer briefs with super absorbent liner made especially for heats. One more layer of humiliation on top of everything else. Finally, he found a pair of old sandals on the bottom of the bag that looked suspiciously like his dad's. He guessed they were thrown in because he couldn't wear regular sneakers with his bandaged foot.

When he got out of the bathroom Dr. Tanaka was already in the room wearing the respirator again. His parents didn't need respirators because close relatives, like parents and siblings, can't smell the pheromones of anyone too closely blood related- it's biologically impossible. The medical theory behind the phenomenon is that it prevents accidental incestual mating.

Dr. Tanaka nodded politely at Bakugo. "As I was just telling your parents, I'm sorry, but we need you to leave as soon as possible. There was a massive, 6 car pile-up on the highway and we need the rooms immediately. As soon as the security guards arrive they're going to escort you to your parent's car. But I'm going to want you to come in after your heat is over so I can run some blood tests. You can come directly to the lab any time you want, though the sooner the better, please. I want to compare your hormone levels, in particular."

There was a knock on the door. Three security guards came into the room wearing respirators, one of them was pushing a wheelchair.

Bakugo frowned at the wheelchair. "I can walk."