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“You’re so strong for an omega!”
Kirishima had heard this many times before. And It never seemed to stop infuriating him.
He was the one that made his protein shakes in the morning, the one that lifted heavy metal six hours a week and ran like a mad man through UA before going to bed. Besides, both his parents were tall and muscular without even trying. He knew he was strong.
And being acknowledged for his hard work wasn’t what he was frustrated about, he got really pissed because all the time someone told him that he was strong, or smart, or energetic; it always came before the “for an omega”. And with a sound of pity in their voice, like they were saying “that’s great, but it’s not what an omega should do.”
Omegas are supposed to be small, but have long legs. Fit, but not muscular. Petite, but curvy. Shy, but not too reserved. Talkative, but not annoying. Pure, but knowing how to have fun. Independent, but just enough for you to feel like the one in charge.
Kirishima knew very well that in this twisted game, he would never win, school was difficult for a male omega who dreamed of being a hero, and he couldn’t even use his quirk to defend himself, or the grownups would turn the blame onto him, even if at that time he was smaller than those who picked on him.
So, after years of bullying, he stopped trying to fit. He wasn’t going to play that sick game, belittling himself to someone else’s standards. He did what he felt was right, his style, his body, his personality, were all simply him. He was honest to the world and showed what he was, expecting backlash, of course, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
After all, sticks and stones don’t break his bones.
At the age of sixteen he was going to show the world he was unbreakable.
He got into the most prestigious school for heroes, into the best class and for almost two years he was just like another student. Well, he did have to take weekly doses of a drug to kill his omega traits and hide his omega status from other students. There wasn’t anything wrong with being an omega in the hero course; but there was something wrong with being a male omega in the hero course.
But Kirishima sucked it up. He got the shots religiously and suffered from the side effects, mostly extreme headaches and fatigue. It would be worth it.
If it wasn’t for that damn alpha. That damn prime alpha.
Kirishima had a need to prove to everyone that he was a worthy hero, a manly man. Except for Katsuki Bakugou. He was basically a beta, his pheromones extinguished by chemicals he hadn't even heard of. But like instinct, they were instantly attracted to each other; even if the alpha couldn't smell him, he was obsessed the moment they exchanged the first words.
It was the first time they were in love. Young love was too little to describe what they had; they were certain they belonged together; it was written in the sky and carved on to countless trees scattered around their favorite hiking places. Two years was enough for them to decide they were going to spend the rest of their lives together.
That is, if Kirishima hadn’t died under the rubble of a building that collapsed during his year as an intern.
But do you believe everything the news tells you? Really?
“Come on, I was known as the unbreakable hero? Skin tougher than steel. A building wouldn't hurt me."
His companies fell into chuckles.
"Well, at least they had the decency to try making a story for yours! My old man is the number one hero, and no one bats an eye when a 12-year-old simply, poof,” he gestures jokingly ”disappears into thin air." Toyua said, still perplexed, even after 15 years.
“It’s because you both were known. Most of us never made it to the news; they just handed our parents hush money and threatened them.” Himiko reminded them while casually applying deodorant to a magazine.
Suddenly an alarm went off. All of them looked at each other with worried expressions, anguish building inside them.
“There is an alarm; he is alive.” Tenko tried to calm everyone.
“Shut up, SH1G7!” One of the guards screamed, hitting his electric baton against their cell, making the sound echo through those eery cement walls and the omegas squeals, as their hearing was more evolved than the guard’s. “Exp. D3K0, you know the rules.” A wheelchair was pushed through the thick metal doors, making it and who was on it visible. “If you eat anything outside of what the doctor has approved, you will face the consequences.”
They now could see Experiment D3K0, their dear friend.
He looked so small on that chair, pallid as a ghost; it was a torturous sight for anyone with a heart. Looking catatonic to the ground, green eyes so devoid of any life, purple stained his skin on seemingly random places—that wasn’t uncommon; he was wearing an eye patch on his left eye. His ankles still weren't healed from the last punishment.
Himiko started crying, and Tenko wrapped his hands around her mouth, pressing hard. If she made a sound before the next alarm sounded, she would be punished.
“They broke his arm this time,” Kirishima thought, gulping. “Every time we think a hurt is healing, they break us again.” He doesn’t cry anymore. Two years in this hellhole made him mournfully tough for barbaric scenes like this one.
But unknowingly to everyone, something was building inside him, like every tear he wanted to shed was just feeding a hidden creature. Eijir— Experiment R107, closed his eyes tightly, trying to contain whatever was clawing its way out of his throat.