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Katsuki thinks he might kill someone.
Scratch that- he IS going to kill someone
He’s angry, he’s furious, he’s focused, and as he bursts through the office aisles, workers practically fling themselves against the walls to avoid the bitter and irate Alpha. His woodfire scent is blazing, sour pheromones blanketing every inch and corner of the room in an unpleasant aroma. It’s clear to everyone currently working that this is not one of his usual rages- something astronomical has happened and the world must suffer because of it.
Finally, Katsuki appears to have reached a stopping point, standing in front of the CEO’s office looking at the pristine plate etched with a name- Mitsuki Bakugou, with a venomous glare. He turns the knob and meets resistance. He growls. With superhuman strength, he twists the knob again and breaks it off in his hand and enters the office.
He’s greeted with the sight of an older blonde, his mother, the target of his ill actions and emotions. She looks unimpressed from behind her furnished oak desk as she observes her son from where he stands. Katsuki slams the door behind him and stomps closer to the desk.
“Pity, I just had the locks changed,” Mitsuki comments, unblased. “I assume you found out?”
“There’s no fucking way I’m letting you do this,” Katsuki yells, hackles rising.” I had to find out for myself when I went to the shrine. I couldn’t even get a finger over the barrier.”
Mitsuki smiles at that, her sharp fangs glimmering in the artificial lights of the office
“That’s some of my best work, I do have to say so myself,” She sounds smug, and that's it- Katsuki is going to lunge at her, he swears it, even postures himself to transform, when his mother claps her hands and suddenly he can’t move- he’s frozen to the spot, as still as a statue. How humiliating. “Katsuki, I know that listening isn’t one of your… strengths, but bear with me for just a minute.” Mitsuki moves her hands again, fingers dancing as though she’s controlling a puppet, and before Katsuki can react, his muscles burn as they’re forced to walk over to the desk’s chair.
He sits down and Mitsuki practically glides over him, the fancy bitch she is, and leans against the desk. One of these days, he’s going to burn that stupid desk to ash.
“Why do you think I did this?” His mother asks. “As much as I enjoy tormenting you, even I wouldn’t go as far as to ban you from the shrine.” Her gaze is fixed upon Katsuki’s red eyes and all the mirth bleeds out into a fierce stare. “Not without a reason.”
Katsuki growls and snaps his jaw, but Mistuki waves her hand, and he feels his mouth clamp shut. Wisely, he makes no more noise. His mother returns to her seat and sit down, skirt fanning out in a billow. There’s a flicker, a movement, and for a minute Katsuki can see his mother’s true form, of a wolven blond figure surrounded by flames. It’s gone just as soon as he can make it out.
“I can be many things Katsuki. Rude. Brash. Deceitful.” Mitsuki closes her eyes as her hand trails down to the necklace around her neck. “One thing I cannot be is cruel. It is simply not in my nature.” Katsuki could almost laugh at that statement, if he weren’t currently trapped at the present moment. “I know what you’re thinking. Literally. But let me ask again- why did you think I did this?”
His muscles relax and the tension is released as his mother’s hold on him disappears, and Katsuki can finally move. His first instinct is to lunge at Mitsuki, to tear at her hair and rip at her clothes, and he almost does, until his mother lifts a single finger in warning.
Right. Mitsuki isn’t scared to do that stuff.
He huffs and leans back into his chair. It’s clear that she is looking for a certain answer from Katsuki, but he doesn’t know nor does he care. All that matters to him right now is convincing his mother to allow him to return to his duties at the inarticulate shrine.
“Well?” His mother looks expectant. “Need to loosen your tongue?” She threatens.
His response is another huff and a roll of his eyes. It would be the best course of action to play nice for a bit, to show remorse or something that Mitsuki wants out of him.
“It’s because I don’t have a mate.” It’s a struggle not to yell and he has to grit his teeth to keep his voice from turning into venom. “Despite my insistence that I don’t need one.”
Mitsuki ponders it for a minute, unsure of his answer as she responds, “Partly. That is an issue.”
“Then what else?” He fumes, knuckles tightening on the armrests. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that stupid fight.”
“That fight,” his mother says, ice laced in her voice, “almost cost us losing everything. The shrine. Our lineage.” Her voice softens and she swallows a few times. “You.”
“I handled it by myself. I didn’t need you or Kirishima's help. I had it all under control.”
“I suppose you did,” Mitsuki concedes, before she clenches her fist and Katsuki crumples to the floor. “If by handling it meant almost losing our most important artifacts to a gluttonous monster that you let in!”
There’s no fight left in Katsuki. All he wants is to be let go from his mother’s influence and to return to the shrine so he may continue his duties. Duties that only he can perform.
“You’ve become arrogant, selfish, reckless, disobedient, and so many other things, but what hurts most of all- you’ve lost your humanity.” Mitsuki lowers herself to the floor and cradles her son’s head in her hands. Her eyes, normally a firelike red passion, looks more like the hopeless spilling of blood of an innocent. “I don’t know what else to do, Katsuki. Your biggest strength has become your biggest weakness.” She kisses the top of his head and raises her hand which is glowing with a white light that blinds his eyes.
As she pulls away, Katsuki can feel the top of his head burn, and though someone has tipped scalding water over his scalp. He wants to scream, yell, writhe in pain, but he can’t move. A realization dawns over Katsuki as Mitsuki waves her hand over his head, tears falling from her eyes. She shouldn’t be crying, Katsuki thinks. Not if she’s doing what he suspects.
Suddenly, the pain stops. Katsuki can finally focus on himself and it feels as though all his energy is focused on the crown of his head and delicately as she can, Mitsuki plucks an innocuous leaf from his hair.
No… she can’t…
Most wouldn’t understand the significance of such an act. Because it’s not just a leaf- there in his mother’s hand she holds his livelihood, the very being in which his yokai side is built upon.
To him it’s the worst punishment of all.
“Until you have proven yourself, this will stay with me. By my decree, you are henceforth banned from all shrine duties and you are not permitted to transform to your full yokai state.” Mitsuki stands and blows the leaf away with a breath of frost and it drifts about for a moment before it disappears into thin air.
Hidden. Of course.
Mitsuki claps her hands and Katsuki is released, though he doesn’t move. It doesn’t feel real, losing one of the most important parts of himself, even though he can feel the absence. It doesn’t hurt- rather it’s more akin to losing a tooth and pressing your tongue to the space it once occupied.
A strange sound makes its way out of him. It’s not one he recognizes, he’d never sound that weak and frail.
It’s a whimper. Goddamn Katsuki Bakugo is fucking whimpering.
Disbelief turns to rage. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before, not towards his enemies and certainly not towards his mother. Katsuki pushes himself up and let’s his claws extend, letting the instincts of Alpha’s of old take over, and lunges at his mother. She doesn’t react as he flies towards her.
He expects his claws to sink into flesh and bone, but he feels resistance on his fingers as he hits his mark. Where his mother previously stood, there is only the stuffed office chair. In his anger, he shreds the expensive material to ribbons and breaks the plastic into small pieces as an added bonus.
By the time his rage calms, the office is a mess of loose papers, broken wood, and shattered glass. He huffs.
—
Katsuki leaves the building still seething and angry, but he’s burned some of his rage in the destruction of his mother’s office. He doesn’t feel guilty about the state he left it in, truth be told. It’ll be almost nothing for Mitsuki to replace all the expensive items he broke. The Bakugo clan has plenty of disposable income to group a couple million yen to repair and replace.
Hell, Mitsuki with a wave of her hand could set the place to what it looked like before he went on his rampage. Knowing her, Katsuki believes that his mother will use it as an opportunity to redecorate . It’ll look completely different next time he visits. Well. If there is ever a next time. He doesn’t want to think of anything relating to the future right now, what Katsuki needs to focus on is how to return to his duties at the shrine.
At the thought of the shrine, Katsuki growls. It must be vulnerable without him there, no matter how small his mother wants his role to be. He considers returning, but with Mitsuki’s temperament it would only deepen his punishment even further and Katsuki can’t imagine how she’d accomplish that. It’s difficult to think of something worse than having his leaf taken from him. Burned or devoured perhaps.
He shivers.
It’s just before rush hour as Katsuki boards the train to his apartment. He’s still mad and furious, but in a state of mind to understand that there’s nothing more to be done at the current moment unless he wants to be thrown into the dark depths of the seas. That is something Mitsuki can and would do.
Maybe he could speak with his father? Masaru had always been the soothe to Mitsuki’s burns, having the skills and patience to deal with his wife’s strong Alphan nature. He’s never been a pushover, not exactly, but as a human Omega he always trusted his wife’s judgment for yokai matters than himself- he probably is aware of the whole situation.
That leaves the last option- the one Katsuki dreads the most.
His mother told him that he lost his humanity, that he became selfish and arrogant, and it’s clear as day to Katsuki on what would appease Mitsuki and “proving” himself.
A mate.
And pups.
Lots of pups.
Unless he intends to face the full spectrum of all the creatures and evil that attack the shrine, procuring a mate is by far the easiest and most simple way to fulfill the punishment. Except there’s a slight flaw with this plan-
Katsuki doesn’t want a mate
Who’d want to give up their freedom and be tied to another person for the entirety of their lives? The very thought of it sent a pulse of repulsion through Katsuki. He didn’t understand the want, the desire, to possess another being and stuff them with his knots and pups. Kids were snotty little things and sex was… sex. It was a transaction between two bodies and nothing more.
As the Alpha ruminates, something is shoved towards him with the shaking of the train. He opens his mouth to scold, to say something, but a wave of scent washes over him and he’s struck dumb as his senses are almost assulted. The smell is so strong, so thick, Katsuki swears he can taste it on his tongue.
It’s the scent of mountain air, freshwater springs, and the sky when it’s finished raining. Such a contrast to the polluted city smell that has been his constant since he was young. It’s… pleasant. Another tumble and the scent hits him again in full force as he finally sees the source- a young green haired male who wears nothing more than tight black shorts and silver crop top. A pillow case would be more appropriate, considering the cold chill of the fall. No collar, which strikes Katsuki as strange. With his stature and scent, it’s clear that they’re an omega.
He finds that he doesn’t mind.
Without thinking, Katsuki shoves his face into the nest of curls and grinds against the hips of the Omega.
He’s knocked back as the sweet smelling omega whips around and shoves him away- for such a small stature, he’s strong, and the Omega pushes with enough force that Katsuki has to take a step back and steady himself. It would almost be impressive, if it didn’t hurt his ego so much. The Omega turns around to face, blunt teeth bared in a facsimile of a snarl, but it fades as green meets red.
There is a moment where two souls meet and the world stops.
That is until a certain Omega growls and yells, “Get off you pervert knothead!”
Immediately Katsuki is on the defense and barks back, “It was a mistake, you fucking extra! Like hell I’d ever get close to a whore on purpose!”
“Sure,” The Omega grumbles, facing Katsuki and sending out a sharp sour scent. Something glints in the yellow light of the train car and Katsuki can barely make out the kanji. Deku. How fitting. “It was totally an accident. Typical entitled Alpha.”
He humphs and stands pointedly away from the Alpha, and because of the cramped space, he can’t move any further than a couple of inches.
“Bitch,” Katsuki mutters under his breath, uncaring if Deku hears it or not. Apparently he does, as he can see the way the Omega’s shoulders tighten and he grips onto the handle with a bit more force. It amuses him, the way the Omega reacts to the Alpha’s behavior and a dark feeling wells inside Katsuki’s chest. He wants to mess with this Omega, just a little bit more, to see what other reactions he can draw from out of him.
The train comes to a stop and the Omega, Deku, steps off, but not without turning to the Alpha and raising his middle finger. It makes Katsuki smile darkly.
A plan forms in his mind- something to redirect his anger and to have fun in the meantime.
A decision is made- Katsuki will play little games with his Omega, with his Deku.
—
After his Omega leaves the station, Katsuki exits the following and with the scent of Deku still fresh in his senses, he makes his way to track down the stubborn little thing. It’s a bit harder than it has been in the past, considering the stink of the city and his limited access to his yokai. Thankfully, not everything has been lost and he navigates roads and sidewalks to reach his goal.
His stalking has taken him to a sketchier part of town, one that’s rundown and old. Katsuki grumbles a bit, disliking the heavy stench of garbage and sewage that permeates the air. It makes it slightly more difficult to track the scent, but Katsuki is fucking determined, not to mention amazing at everything he does, and eventually comes across a decrepit apartment building.
It’s stupidly easy then to pinpoint the exact apartment it comes from- the place practically reeks in the Omega’s pheromones. It’s clear to Katsuki that Deku can’t afford much. From the looks of it, the place he’s renting from probably isn’t exactly legal. None of the precautions usually in place for the protections of Omega’s aren’t there- Deku is either stupid or he genuinly has no other options except those given to the desperate.
(Something tugs at his chest. He ignores it.)
Katsuki doesn’t think, he just leaps onto a fire escape and makes his way to the floor where he’s sure where the Omega resides. It’s on the fourth floor, small and cramped, with no other security precautions other than a wooden stick to keep the window closed. It’s such a pathetic attempt that he laughs, and easily pries it open to enter the apartment.
On further inspection it’s more of a studio than anything else. It’s only one room, with a door that Katsuki assumes leads to a bathroom, with little furniture except the most basic necessities. There’s a small kitchen area, complete with a hot plate and fridge, and a living area, with a lone table and chair and beanbag. Finally he sees, where the Omega currently resides, on a small mountain of pillows and blankets. It seems it’s in his nesting materials where he spurlges the most, though the items are of average quality. If the most normal of items were a luxury, Katsuki can only imagine what his other things were like.
It’s clear from what Katsuki has seen that Deku is drowning in his circumstances. A brief inspection of the kitchen shows that he lives off a steady diet of leftovers, ramen, and takeout. On the counter, Katsuki finds dozens of bills and a table of very clear budgeting, with all of his expenses written out.
There appears to be a myriad of debts that Deku is buried under- there’s invoices from the hospital, vaguely threatening notes that Katsuki suspects comes from the Yakuza, expenses from work, he’s even behind on rent with a note from the landlord demanding payment of a certain sort. It’s strange for Katsuki to see, who has never needed to worry about such expenses, to have disposable income so easily at his fingertips, that such a situation is… confounding.
(Katsuki tries not to think to deeply as he digests the dismal conditions that his Deku has found himself in.)
The dull streetlight spills into the studio, illuminating the soft sleeping face of the Omega as he readjusts. Deku has traded his previous outfit into something more comfortable- a worn t shirt that says the word ‘shoe’ in kanji and a pair of cozy sleep shorts. Green curls are knotted in a bun atop his head, with a few wayward curls draped across his temples. He’s cute, with dozens of freckles, a soft button nose, heart shaped lips that look to be bitten and red.
He wants to creep closer, to shove his nose in the juncture of his neck and inhale all that this omega has to give, to lap up the oils from his glands, to bite and mark the soft skin, but somehow Katsuki is exercising an uncharacteristic amount of self control. Instead, he walks over to a pile of dirty clothing, if the smell is anything to go buy. Katsuki grabs what the Omega was wearing and presses his nose into the fabric.
He groans- the smell is heavenly , intoxicating as the strongest sake, and Katsuki feels himself harden in his slacks. There’s a soft groan from the nest and Katsuki whips around, hungry for any reaction. Deku has shifted, leg pulled up towards his chest and ass sticking out, and with the tiny sleep shorts he’s wearing, Katsuki can see his puffy cunt lips, shiny with slick.
Almost immediately, Katsuki’s mouth waters and his fangs drop, venom pooling in his mouth. His hands dart to his belt and Katsuki has to pinch himself to keep himself from mounting a soft little thing- that’s not what he came here to do.
Katsuki is still offended by what happened at the station and tries to think about ways to make Deku pay. The thought of marring his supple skin brings a strange pang in his chest, and Katsuki won’t as far as to murder the helpless thing, and he scans around the room for ideas.
As he does, his eyes settle on a photo near the entrance, surrounded by unlit candles and flowers. An altar. He grins cruelly and stalks over to the area, ready to slash it to pieces, but the expression in the photo makes him falter. It’s of the same Omega, perhaps younger and more bright, in a high school uniform standing next to what appears to be his mother. He looks so happy and cheerful, and the woman looks so proud and warm. It’s such a contrast to the Omega that Katsuki has met. This one looks hopeful and optimistic- the one before him is angry and bitter.
Katsuki stops. It’s not his place to disrespect the dead, and the altar is tended with such love and care that by disturbing it would do more than sadden the omega- it would do much worse and Katsuki wants a different reaction.
He huffs, looks over to the Omega. He’s annoyed and horny, and blames it on the sweet smelling Omega before him. There’s not much that he can do as of right now that would provoke the reaction that he’s looking for.
“I’ll deal with you another day. Tomorrow,” he decides, in the open air of this pitiful Omega’s studio. “I want to see your face when I humiliate you.”
With the decision made, he hops to the roof. He’s in no rush to head home, not yet. There's a goal for Katsuki, something to distract him from his own circumstances, and this little Omega is perfect for him.