Seven - ShinBaku

Nine

[Using the song Alone in My Car by Niki Demar]

Never in all of Bakugou Katsuki's life had he hesitated on anything. Not one. But here he is. Alone. In his car. In some random parking lot. Listening to some random ass music. Debating on whether or not he should go back home and face the consequences or flee the city like he originally was going to do. He was already halfway to Tokyo. He might as well keep going. But should he? Katsuki sighed and leaned back his head against the seat with a thump. What the hell was that flea-brained alpha doing to him?

"What the fuck?!" He shouts, frustrated and conflicted. He sighs taking a moment then turning to the radio and turning up the volume as a song he didn't recognize or care to listen to faded out. A familiar intro started to play. He smirks and lets out a hopeless chuckle. "How fitting." He breathes out.

Now I'm alone in my car
And I'm running through my thoughts
Know I need to get away
'Cause my stomach's in a knot
Should I leave or stay?

Just fucking perfect that his problems are being stated in a fucking song. What. The. Fuck!? He sighed and slapped his cheek.

"Alright. Fucking focus you dumbass. You've got a brat in your womb. What do you do? Well, it's your friend with benefits' brat so obviously you run away. Right?... fucking right?" He waited for an answer as if someone was going to respond even though he was the only fucking one there.

"What are the pros of running away? Hmm... I get to avoid an awkward conversation +2 points," he starts scribbling on a notepad he kept in his center console of his car. "Uhh... I don't have an annoying doting alpha knot head on my back! Big 5 points right there!!" He smirks, gaining a sense of pride as he scribbled down multiple excuses adding scores. This was stupid. Idiotic. Cowardly. But it was the best thing he could think of. After writing down all the pros he could think of he added up to a total of 27 points. Damn. Better than remaining in the teens. He moved onto the cons.

"Ok... there's going to be a hell of a lot of annoying bitching from my omega... -3. Pain -2. Brat asking questions -7. Weird looks and comments about a pregnant mateless omega -4. Vulnerability -8... Fees while being an only unemployed parent... -15..." he gave a few more and added up a total of -72 points. He combined that with the pros and got to -45 points. He glared at the notepad. Sure he was the one who calculated all of this. And sure better judgement told him to head back... but what the hell does math know?!  Fucking nothing about this fucked up situation, he could tell you that! So tossing his notepad back into the passenger seat he started his car and continued onto Tokyo. He was not going to be unsure of himself. Not now. Not while this fucking brat was depending on him. He's Bakugou fucking Katsuki. He didn't need any shitty, doting alpha's taking care of him when he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He turned up the radio accepting his fate and embracing the song that seemed to know everything about him.

Driving down 22
I don't know what I'll find
Wasting time with a view
Tryna ease my mind
Should I leave or stay?

He hummed along to the tune and even sang along a couple times. He refused to stop at a motel because he was smarter than that. A single pregnant omega exhausted and vulnerable? Pfft. Yeah right like hell he'd fall for that. Instead he heads to an omega only hotel. Expensive, maybe, but he was prepared. He was smart with savings in case of emergencies and to him, this counted as an emergency. And he had researched thoroughly about this place. Making sure there was no suspicious activity going on. Once he trusted it enough. He put it on his map. Soon enough he pulled into the parking lot and parked. He got out grabbing his suitcase and headed into the lobby. Beta staff. Perfect. Just like he researched.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?" The beta girl, looking no more than 19 years old was too enthusiastic to be working at a shift at 3 in the fucking AM.

"Yeah I'd like a room." He grunted out.

"Sorry sir but this is an omega only hotel. Are you visiting anyone?" Jumping to the conclusion that he might've been an alpha or at least a beta since his voice and body build said otherwise. He didn't look like an omega at first glance but he was through and through. And he had no problem admitting that.

"I am a fucking omega," he growled,  having been ready for this he pulled out his drivers license, slamming it down on the counter. Once she saw it and read his description, her face paled and apologized profusely. She offered complementary room service, handing him a card along with his room key after he paid for three nights. After grimacing and grumbling from the interaction he headed up to his room. He walked in and the stench of fresh bed sheets was very prominent. He shut the door and dropped his shit. He headed to the bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, he looked at himself in the mirror. God he looked horrible. He turned on the shower letting the water heat up while he stripped and stepped into the now steaming shower. As the hot water hit his skin he relaxed. He sighed and took deep breaths. He felt weights leave his shoulders and the stress slowly leaving him. After taking a hot shower to relax himself, he stepped out and dried off. He looked at himself in the mirror once again. He looked better. Still tired but better. He yawns and throws on his boxers and pulled out an oversized shirt that couldn't be his own. Fuck. He took the alpha's shirt?! This was not part of the plan! Ugh... whatever. Might as well put it to good use.... he threw it on and crawled into bed, covering himself in the crisp white sheets. Rolling onto his side so he was facing the huge window that showed the city lights against the pitch black sky. He sighed. He'd be okay. He'll be okay. He will.

He fell into a dreamless slumber, becoming relaxed finally.

~~~~

Hitoshi was not relaxed. Not in the slightest. He was completely anxious. He had no clues of what to do. So he just sat on the omega's bed taking in the scent of the omega with every breath hoping it would calm his mind enough to think clearly. He snuggled himself into the sheets pathetically and eventually drifted into a restless sleep.

The next morning (or after a couple hours), Hitoshi reached out while starting to wake up. He felt around for a certain warmth but when he couldn't find it he sat up immediately looking around furiously. Realizing where he was and what happened he sighed. He got up and headed into the kitchen. No Katsuki. He hopes it was a dream. But it wasn't. Katsuki is gone. And he will continue to be gone if he doesn't do anything. He sighs and leaves the house taking a pillowcase for comfort scenting. He gets in his car and takes out his phone dialing the only other person who knows Katsuki as well he does.

"Hello?"

"Kirishima? Hi I need to talk to you."

(At this point I'm just doing whatever I feel like as I go along with the story)