"Shit!" Katsuki spat, throwing the little pink stick with its two red lines at the wall. The stick slammed against the wall, bouncing off and along the tile of his bathroom to join all the others that read the same. There were at least a dozen of them. Three or four different brands. As many as he could find on short notice with the cash in his pocket. The clerk had raised an eyebrow at him, but kept his mouth shut as he scanned the boxes. "God fucking dammit! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to sleep for the next nine months and forget what he'd just found out. He wanted to rewind time and make it so he never pinned Izuku to that bed. No, he wanted to go far enough back that he never fell in love with that Deku to begin with. But he'd have to go all the way back to when they were six, and he didn't think there was any quirk that strong. So, instead, he sat on his bathroom floor, knees curled to his chest and palm over his abdomen. What the fuck was he supposed to do? A baby could ruin his career before it had even started. If anyone found out, he would be kicked out of the Hero Course at the very least and UA at the very worst. Even then, how was he supposed to care for a baby once it arrived? He was a fucking seventeen-year-old boy, not a twenty-nine-year-old omega with their shit at least somewhat together. Summary over. This is a omega verse story, sorry for the late updates I'll be continuing the story starting today (Monday 16th of May) Happy reading everyone.