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“There is no fucking way.”
Katsuki had always been sure, since he gained a sense of consciousness, that he was destined to be top tier in all categories. Academics, sports, just about everything under the sun. But most importantly, his biological place in the world.
His mom is an alpha. His dad is, of course, a stupid omega. Katsuki was pretty sure that everyone on his mom’s side was an alpha. And he, being a carbon copy of his mother, was more than certain that he was going to be an alpha.
How could he ever possibly be an omega? Or even worse… a beta. He shuddered at the thought. Anyone that was an omega was considered a genetic failure in his eyes. What was even the point of existing, other than complying to just about any alpha you knew?
But of fucking course, the world decided to turn against him at the most crucial moment of his life, and make him a stupid, fucking-
“-OMEGA?” Katsuki snarled, slamming his result letter on his mom’s brand new marble counter, which earned him the sharpest glare he’d ever received in his life.
“It’s not the end of the damn world, Katsuki.” Mitsuki sighed, frustratedly slicing a tomato. Katsuki had forced her to listen to him go on an angry tangent ever since his result letter came in.
“Yes, hag, it is. How the fuck am I supposed to get anyone’s respect now? For the past nineteen years of my life I have been shitting on people for being anything but an alpha, and here I am, something that isn’t an alpha. I’m gonna look like a fucking idiot.” Katsuki ranted, snagging the blackest marker he could find and scribbling out the word omega like his life depended on it. Which, it did.
Mitsuki slid the tomatoes into the bowl of salad and rolled her eyes. “I’m sure that no one is seriously going to care, kid. Plus, no one can sense what you are, and no one even really shares their orientation. You only do that if you wanna… you know,” She awkwardly swung around the kitchen knife. “Yeah.”
Katsuki stared at her, bewildered. “Jesus, fuck.”
“Also, keep it to yourself for safety reasons. You know those cannibalism cases have been skyrocketing lately.”
Now that, Katsuki was aware of. It wasn’t an uncommon thing, after all, it was a side effect that came with being an alpha. A sort of insatiable, irresistible urge. Some alphas kept it at bay, others chose to let themselves go, ending in a devouring.
“Exactly. Being an omega means I’m one hundred percent susceptible to that shit.” Katsuki muttered, slumping in the barstool, defeated.
“I’m sure some of your friends are just like you. Why don’t you go complain to them or something?” Mitsuki said, exasperated.
“Hell no.” Katsuki grunted. “I’m not telling anyone.”
Mitsuki carried the salad bowl over to the fridge, shaking her head. “It’s a miracle to me that you even have friends.”
”Yeah, yeah. Whatever, old hag.” Katsuki snarked, sliding off the seat and stalking off to his room. He wasn’t going to let a single soul figure out what he was, even if that meant dying a virgin.
God, how embarrassing.
Slamming his door behind him, the hinges wailing from countless times of being violently swung, Katsuki threw himself onto his bed. He had the entire weekend to cope with this newfound info and figure out how to lie about it.
His first course of action was to figure out if any of his numb nut friends were boasting about being better than anyone else. Slipping his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants, he narrowed his eyes as he scrolled through countless group chats. Denki had a thing for making a new group chat for every single conversation their little friend group had, and it pissed Katsuki off to no end.
89 texts from HELL YES !!! B)
3 texts from shitty hair
15 texts from Big dick gangsters
1 text from deku
Katsuki stopped in his tracks. He was unsure why he was so stunned to see a text from the nerd, seeing as he texted him at least every other day, response or not.
Maybe it was because of how ominous the message was.
deku: Kacchan?
Katsuki raised a brow. He considered giving him a full, real response, but then decided on leaving a question mark reaction. If he engaged the nerd now, he might never hear the end of it.
He took a minute or two to skim through the group chats, but was ultimately left with nothing except for Kirishima raving about the wheels he had recently installed on his car.
Carelessly tossing his phone onto his nightstand, Katsuki stared blankly at the ceiling.
“What the fuck.” He whispered, to no one at all.
He wondered if this was some sort of sick joke. His results had to be inaccurate. There was no way in hell that he, Katsuki Bakugou, top of all of his classes, a natural at every sport he touched, was some lowly omega.
Even worse, he started to wonder if someone like Deku had been blessed with the privilege of being an alpha. His stomach wound into knots at the idea of it.
Luckily — to his demise — Mitsuki was right. There was no way of being able to decipher what someone’s orientation was. Only a fleeting intuition that wasn’t quite accurate, one that occurred only if you were physically attracted to said person.
All he had to do was keep it to himself. He wasn’t legally obligated to tell anyone what he was. It also wasn’t a custom to go around asking people what they were. It was considered rude.
Katsuki sunk into his mattress and sighed.
Even knowing that didn’t make him any less frustrated.
This took away from the entirety of who he was, who he had made himself out to be. It was entirely humiliating. He was officially reduced to a submissive role, made to be walked all over by people he fucking hated, and that was considerably one of his worst nightmares. All the time he had spent acting like he was on top of the world was now pointless. Near bottom of the social hierarchy, at risk to something as stupid as cannibalism. How fucking sick.
Promptly, his phone buzzed. He let go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, fumbling for his phone in the dark, knocking a few books off his nightstand, the screen light blinding him for a few seconds.
deku: My mom wants to know if yours can come over for lunch tomorrow
deku: Please!! (^-^)
Katsuki scowled. This again?
katsuki: ur mom has a phone
katsuki: my mom has a phone
He would let the shitty nerd connect the dots. Deku was starting to come up with some truly lame excuses just to text him, and it was borderline irritating.
deku: Yours won’t answer…
katsuki: come over and ask her urself then weirdo i’m not ur damn servant
Katsuki snorted, shutting his phone off. His suspicions were confirmed; no way in hell was the shitty nerd an alpha. It was nearly eleven at night, the designated time of cannibalism. Deku wouldn’t step outside even if he was armed with a machine gun.
Katsuki turned over in his bed, yawning. Hopefully, when he woke up, he’d look at his results sheet and discover he was dyslexic and he’d misread alpha as omega.
As if he would get that lucky.The moment he allowed himself to fully relax, the world stilled around him, lulling him to sleep.
Knock, knock.
Katsuki stirred, sheets crinkling beneath him as he dug deeper into his blankets. It felt like he had fallen asleep barely thirty seconds ago.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Fuck off.” He said groggily, pressing his face into his pillow.
The familiar wailing of his door hinges forced him to lift his head to identify the intruder.
“God, damnit, do you not understand what-“
“Oh. Sorry, Kacchan,” Deku smiled sheepishly, standing awkwardly in his doorframe. “I didn’t hear you. I thought you might’ve been sleeping.”
Katsuki went rigid. He glanced at his clock.
12:32 A.M.
He glared back at Deku. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
The other male waved his phone in the air, as if that was supposed to refresh Katsuki’s memory. The same Katsuki who had woken up about half a minute ago.
Deku registered the confusion on Katsuki’s face and quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket. “You told me to come and ask your mom myself?”
Katsuki suddenly remembered that he had, in fact, said that. But he hadn’t seriously meant it. God, it was way too late for this.
“I didn’t literally mean come to my fucking house and- are you seriously that dense, Deku?” Katsuki asked, thoroughly pissed off now. Deku was stupid, sure, but Katsuki didn’t think he lacked so many brain cells that he now took everything he heard literally.
Deku shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Just thought I should stop by anyway. You look pretty rough.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I just fucking fell asleep and now your creepy ass is standing in my doorway.” He turned back over in his bed, facing away from Deku.
”Your mom volun-told you to come to lunch, by the way.” Deku said.
Katsuki had half a mind to launch the hardest object near him at Deku’s skull. The damn nerd was invincible to hints.
”Yeah, I’m not going.” Katsuki retorted.
”I… figured as much.” Deku said quietly. His voice sounded a little distant. It occurred to Katsuki that his results were sitting on the dresser right next to his door.
He peeked over his shoulder at Deku, and to his despair, he was in fact, staring dead at the results.
He secretly thanked himself for scratching that shit out earlier, but it looked equally as suspicious. Why else would he have scribbled out the one thing that determined his place in the world?
Katsuki nearly launched himself out of his bed, rushing over to Deku, snatching the letter out of his sight and planting a rough hand on his shoulder, shoving him back. “Go the fuck home, Deku.” He snarled.
For a split second, the connection of his hand to Deku’s shoulder sent goosebumps rippling across his skin. He actively ignored the sensation, feeling nothing but pure aggravation in the moment.
He retracted his hand, slamming the door in Deku’s face.
The letter sat tauntingly on the floor just in the corner of his eye. He clenched his jaw.
It wasn’t as bad as it seemed, was it? After all, there were no official results to read. Anything could be under those dark, angry scribbles of ink.
He picked up the letter hesitantly, folded it as many times as he could, and shoved it deep in his sock drawer.
Deku wasn’t going to go prancing around with this information. Katsuki knew that for a fact. However, he didn’t find comfort in the fact that it was Deku of all goddamn people who knew that he had scratched out his results like he had something to hide.
And he did.
He could only hope that Deku knew how to keep his fucking nose out of his business. If the damn nerd even attempted questioning him, he swore he was going to beat the hell out of him.
Deku was in no position to look down on him either.
It was entirely out of the question. Deku was an omega, through and through.
That was all Katsuki cared to know.