Inmate

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"Sit down."

Father's voice echoed as he told the tall, blonde inmate to sit.

The man in orange had his eyes glued to me as my father walked him around the table, watching closely as he sat.

I felt a lump in my throat. Clearly, this guy was an alpha. If someone were to stand us side by side and have people guess the omega, I'd be picked right off the bat.

Father hates the fact that I'm an omega. He wanted me to be the strongest, and toughest alpha.  He tells everyone that I'm an alpha (*cough cough* lie.) , and that I'll surpass them in a heartbeat.

We all know that won't ever happen. 

When my heat comes around, I'm basically quarantined until it passes.  Apparently he doesn't want anyone getting a whiff of my scent. I hate it.

I just want to live my life how I want, not how he wants. Father thinks getting tough with me will magically turn me into an alpha. I won't tell
him to his face that he's wrong because.. well... you can probably imagine what would happen.

I snapped out of my thoughts, the older man now sitting next to me. I felt uncomfortable knowing that the inmate was burning holes right into me with his eyes. I couldn't look at him.

"It's nice to see you again, Bakugou. I see you're temper is a lot calmer than last time." The old man spoke in an annoyingly cheery tone.

Finally, this so called 'Bakugou', released his gaze on me and snapped his head to the side, looking at the old man.

The silence was killing me.

Occasionally, the blonde would glance up at the camera, which sort of freaked me out.

The old man let out a sigh before continuing to introduce me.
"This is Officer Todoroki's son, Shouto."

He looked at me again, this time with a much creepier stare. I stared back at him, my expression emotionless.

I knew father was watching my every move, wanting me to be more dominant. The old man looked up at father.

"If you could stand in the hall and give us our time, that'd be great." The man smiled at him as father grunted and stood in the hall, the door closing behind him.

"Why's the candy cane here?" Bakugou mumbled, his voice raspy.
"After a couple of training days, he'll become your new counsel-" The man was cut off by Bakugou's deep chuckle.

The counselor sighed and opened up his bag as he spoke. "Anyways, how was your day so far, Bakugou?"

He pulled out a notepad, making a tally mark on it. I stared at it, confused.

The blonde gave him a look that I couldn't quite explain. "Why the fuck should I tell you?" The counselor made a glance at him before making another tally.

"Because if your day was bad, we can use this time to work towards making it bett-"
"Oh shut the hell up." Bakugou cut him off once again and leaned back in the chair.

The counselor bit the inside of his cheek, making a third tally mark.  It seems Bakugou knew what these tally's meant..

I itched the back of my hand, this situation making me nervous and uncomfortable.

The counselor placed some books and highschool learning material onto the table, completely brushing off his rude attitude.

"We'll start with working on some writing material.. then we can move onto drawing like we did last week." The counselor gave him another smile. I didn't understand how he was able to keep calm like that.

"I'm not gonna do shit." Bakugou barked and tugged at his cuffs.

Another tally.

"You're almost at five. It seems you don't remember what happens at five?"

I looked at the counselor, worry clearly showing on my face.  The counselor patted my back and chuckled.

"Don't worry, kid. It won't hurt you. It's just a little something to get his attitude in check." He mumbled as he opened his bag a little for me to see.

A long needle.. and some sort of medicine..?

This didn't sit well with me at all.  I looked at Bakugou as he tried to figure out how to take his cuffs off.

"Fuck th-" The inmate started but I managed to kick his leg under the table.

He gave me such a scary look.. I felt like I was going to start crying. I managed to keep it together and shook my head slightly, not wanting him to continue the sentence.

He squinted his eyes at me, not breaking his gaze.
"Fuck the tally marks."