A Goddamned Omega Bitch

You Fucking Think This Changes Anything?

Black t-shirt with a skull on it. Fiery orange boxer briefs. Khaki cargo shorts. Fuck if I remember what shoes I put on. Anyway, I put a shit ton more of my cologne on so no one could smell that I was an Omega, then I grabbed my wallet, room key, and phone and shoved them in my pockets. It was time to go. I'd be fine as long as whoever my dumbass soulmate was s'posed to be wasn't in the stairwell or the common room. I stomped down the stairs, fists shoved in my pockets, and doing my best to come off as normal. I didn't want questions to slow me down, and, luckily, no one had any. I almost made it out the door when I smelled something amazing that made me want to turn around and go to the source, but the STUPID voice I heard immediately afterwards made me run instead.

Buildings seemed to fly past and I nearly got hit by cars a few times, but I needed to get the hell away. Away from that tantalizing scent, away from the instincts that made me want to submit. How stupid. I needed those hormone suppressant pills more than I cared to admit, even to myself. It was Deku. Why did my mate have to be shitty-ass Deku?! I punched a brick wall, then continued on my way. I was better than him! I wasn't going to submit myself to him. I wasn't going to let myself be vulnerable. Not to him. Never. I was supposed to be the Alpha! I was supposed to be the one holding people down. ESPECIALLY Deku. I prayed he hadn't smelled my scent properly as I shouldered the door to my house open. "Oi! I'm here, ya dumb hag!"

"Katsuki! You brat! Why haven't you visited?!" My mother got me in a headlock and ruffled my hair aggressively before I managed to get away.

"Fuck off. I'm here cause I trust you not to spill to my idiot classmates. Now where's my shit?" I demanded.

"I can't give you mine! It's gotta be prescribed. If you'd paid any attention at all, you'd know that. So eat up! I made your favorite, then we're gonna go to the doctor to make sure you get what you need. But you should ask your teachers how to best suppress your urges if you're not going to be having regular sex. Both your pheromones and your sex drive are going to increase exponentially the longer it takes for you to have sex. Do you know who your mate is?"

"Tch. As if I'd lower myself to somebody else's cumdump! I don't need extra training, and I don't need a mate! I've been fine on my own until now! So what I'm an Omega? You fucking think this changes anything?! Piss off." I replied abrasively before heading into the kitchen and aggressively washing my hands before sitting down to eat my mom's spicy breakfast curry.

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I got back in the early afternoon, my supplies in an opaque plastic bag. Stepping into the empty common room, I thanked my luck that it was a nice day, so no one was here. That is, until I got to my room to see an infuriatingly calm looking Deku standing outside the door. "Kacchan, can we talk for a minute? Please?" He asked, his voice sending a chill down my spine and making me want to duck my head in submission.

But I didn't. Instead, I sneered at the idiot who decided to wait for me and lifted my chin a bit in a show of defiance as I shouldered him out of the way to unlock and open my door. "Do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care." I growled as I headed inside. 'What am I doing?!' I mentally screamed at myself. 'Don't let him be alone with you behind closed doors! ...But it's Deku, after all. It's not like he's gonna do shit!' I reminded myself, tossing my bag just inside my closet door, only for my body to go rigid as I felt the Alpha with me press up against me from behind and breathe deeply of my scent from my neck, then leap backwards before I could react. "What the fuck, Deku?!" I whipped around, glaring at the smaller, green-haired male, 100% ready to blast his head off.

But he just smiled. "I mostly just wanted to confirm my suspicions, Kacchan. Don't worry, I'm not gonna force myself on you or anything. We SHOULD talk about this, though. I know...I know you hate me, but we're mates, after all. I want to try and make this work, but I can't make this decision on my own." He sat on my bed, clearly preparing himself for a long conversation. But I just wanted him to leave so my head would stop spinning. My hormone suppressant pills hadn't had time to kick in yet, and his scent was flooding my room bit by bit.

This was bad.