A Goddamned Omega Bitch

Kacchan, Just Listen!

"Look, nerd, I don't intend on letting anyone turn me into their personal cumdump, least of all you." I spat irritably, wanting to get him out of my room as quickly as possible.

"What?!" Deku looked appalled and rather offended. "Kacchan, I would never-"

"Whatever. You're an Alpha. I'm an Omega. I will not submit to anyone, I will not let my status stand in my way, so you'd better keep your mouth shut about it, got it?" I growled, only growing more infuriated when the green haired teen sitting on my bed like this was HIS room didn't even flinch. "Oh, so now you're an Alpha, and I'm supposedly destined to be your fucktoy, you think you're better than me?! Well you can just get out right now!"

Deku suddenly got to his feet. "Kacchan, just listen!" He yelled, and I felt my mouth close of its own accord, compelled to obey, to my consternation. "I don't want to dominate you or take away your freedom or degrade you in any way! I figured you wanted to keep this a secret, so I haven't said anything to anyone, and I won't from now on, either! But...look, Kacchan, I've always looked up to you and admired you, and, believe it or not, you're a role model to me in many ways. I've...I've loved you for a while, actually...." His cheeks flushed slightly and he paused to take a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands as he spoke. "So when I caught your scent this morning...well, I didn't know what to think. I know you don't want me, and you probably hate me even more now, but I just couldn't leave things how they were. It wouldn't be fair to either of us if, given the situation, I continued to hide how I felt. If you still don't want to even give a relationship with me a try, I'll let it go, and I'll leave you alone. You...you don't have to give me an answer now. Or at all. I just wanted you to know how I felt." He sighed softly and started heading to my door.

Since I was still unable to speak, I let him leave, staring at the door once it closed. Suddenly, my whole body felt weak and I collapsed to my floor, in shock. The nerd loves me? Why? I'm a shitty person. For the first time in a long time, I was at a loss as to what to do or say, and I wasn't even angry anymore. I was just confused. "Deku...Deku loves...me?" I whispered, and his slowly fading scent filling my room did nothing for my newfound anxiety. "Fuck...." The more I thought about it, the more conflicted I became, and guilt quickly joined my confusion. "I told him to kill himself.... I fucking told him HOW to commit suicide, and he loves me? I really must've broken him.... Shit. That's...that's not...is it?" Suddenly a thought struck me. WHY am I such an asshole? Why did I start being so mean? I genuinely used to enjoy his company, his friendship. When did his very presence start to piss me off? It's cause he's weak. But why do I care? I had a lot to think about before school started again on Monday.

Dragging myself to my feet I moved rather mechanically to get the bag from my closet and pull out my supplies, reading the directions for the scent suppression patches, though I didn't put any on, as I didn't intend on leaving my room for the rest of the day, at least. What was I to do? At the very least I could start trying to be less of an ass? But then one of the extras might guess that I'm an Omega. And if I was just nicer to Deku, they might figure out that we're supposed to be mates. This kind of thinking made me very tired, so I went and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I tried to decide what course of action to take on Monday.