Title: Collars and Brands
Chapter: 11
Author: c2t2
Notes: WARNING for anyone who has had to deal with involuntary incarceration and all its associated atrocities – if you have been on the wrong side of jail, prison, internment camps, psych wards, involuntary rehab, and similar things of that nature you may want to read with caution.
0o0o0o0
After the closing ceremony of the Sports Festival, the students hit the showers.
Izuku had trouble showering with his arms splinted and bandaged, but he made do as best he could and got to the classroom not too much later than the others. He was amused to see that Kacchan, still in chains and muzzle, had been placed in his seat. The feral alpha was growling lowly and still hadn't entirely regained his rational mind.
Izuku thought he would be the last to arrive, but there was one other empty seat.
Iida was missing.
"Wh-where is Iida-kun?" Izuku asked out loud.
"He had a family emergency. Take your seat Midoriya." Aizawa answered.
Uraraka made a series of frantic, furtive hand gestures to Izuku that he couldn't begin to decipher as he made his way to his seat. Then a minute later his phone buzzed. Izuku looked and saw that Uraraka had texted him a link.
Before he could click and investigate, Aizawa began to speak.
"In light of the festival, you have tomorrow and the next day off. Scouting reports and such from the pros will be waiting for you after the break, so look forward to that as you enjoy your time off."
Kacchan was released from his chains while the other students gathered their things and left school.
As they exited the gates of U.A., reporters and other media personalities crowded around the students. This year, due to the villain attack and the first ever enrolled omega students, the first-years were getting even more media attention than the graduating class.
Everyone who had passed the qualifying rounds had at least one reporter talking to each of them. For most of the students, the reporters were from smaller outlets who needed a niche angle to receive traffic and clicks. But there were enormous clusters around a few individuals.
Ironically, the bulk of the media actively avoided the actual tournament winner. Feral alphas were not generally known for their eloquence, but Bakugou had regained enough of his rational mind to head home on his own.
He still snapped and snarled at the few brave reporters who approached him, but that was just Kacchan being Kacchan.
Uraraka received a surprising amount of press attention; surprising in light of her defeat in the first round. Her bravery and determination seemed to have captured the heart of the public.
A small group of press gathered around Tokoyami as he gave the usual diplomatic and forgettable statements said by every athlete after every competition. He seemed unbothered by the fact that his group of reporters was not among the largest.
By far, the largest group was gathered around Todoroki, calling out to him with cries of "Ouji-kun! Ouji-kun!" They were vying for statements regarding his reasons for dropping out of the semifinal match. They also asked a couple of questions about his father, the rest of his family, and his home life in general, all of which Todoroki ignored.
Another large group crowded around Momo, asking her shockingly invasive questions which she deflected with grace.
Izuku had the same situation, but he handled it with somewhat less grace.
"Kodama-chan!" they called him, "why aren't you in an omega school?!"
"As a young omega, how do you stay safe in public?"
"Describe your ideal alpha for us!"
Izuku sputtered. These questions weren't about the tournament at all!
"When was the last time you were in heat?" one of them gushed, the middle-aged alpha's eyes were shining intently, and he was nearly salivating.
That did it. "Why in the world would you ask something like that?" Izuku replied out of sheer disbelief.
The reporter paused and tried to backtrack, but Izuku pressed, "Would you ask an alpha about his rutting schedule?" He saw a flash of anger cross the reporter's face for being called out.
Was this what Izuku's life was going to be like, now?
"If anyone wants to ask about the tournament, I am willing to give interviews," Izuku stated plainly.
Several of the reporters scurried forward, and the questions got more mundane after that.
The media continued calling him Kodama-chan. He gave interview after interview, saying a variation of the same thing every time: I want my accomplishments to stand on their own. I did it because if I hadn't, then the omega winning by forfeit is the only thing anyone would remember about me. No, I am not angry at Todoroki, I respect his decision. People who oppose omega rights are looking for an excuse to dismiss my performance in the competition, and I don't want to give them one.
And on, and on, and on.
After the last of the press finally drifted away, the students of 1-A were exhausted as they finally went home.
After arriving at his apartment, Izuku opened the door and got an armload of his wailing mother.
"Izu-kuuuuuuuuun!" Inko was trailing a full waterfall out of each eye.
"Hi, mom. Careful of the broken arm!"
His mother released him immediately, "I have dinner already on the table. Come in and eeeeeeat!" The apartment was in danger of water damage at this rate.
Izuku stowed his bag in his room and sat down at the kitchen table. He struggled to eat with his bandaged hand as his mother prattled.
"I fainted seven whole times after the cavalry battle! Seven! And the last two were from dehydration!"
"You've got even me beat in that department, Mom." Izuku continued struggling with his fork.
Seven times was an awful lot.
…
The tines of Izuku's fork halted halfway to his plate as realization hit.
"Mom?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
The conclusion was clear as day.
"You've sure been fainting a lot, recently."
"You didn't used to worry me so much, dear! I don't think I've gotten that much more dramatic in my old age!" Inko waved one hand and gave Izuku a smile that was tight around the edges.
"Mom, your collar is suffocating you."
Inko inhaled sharply and her fork clattered to the plate when she dropped it. "Izuku…" she couldn't think of a way to finish the sentence.
"Mom, maybe if we go to the hospital-"
"No, Izuku. Nobody around here would do it. Nobody within our range."
And that was the problem, right there.
Omega rights were hotly contested around the world and even within individual countries and regions. That meant a patchwork of laws and policy involving omegas that varied widely from place to place.
One high-profile problem was when an omega suffered from either an allergic reaction or some kind of trauma and ended up in an emergency room. Severe anaphylaxis, inflammation, or edema sometimes required the removal of an omega's collar to save her life. A tracheotomy couldn't exactly be performed through a collar, after all.
The controversy was between what should happen if the hospital couldn't reach the omega's alpha to grant permission to remove the collar, and if the alpha was contacted but refused permission in contrast to the omega herself requesting treatment. Hospitals in more progressive areas would remove the collar anyway to save the omega's life. The more conservative areas would let her die.
Most of Japan was deeply conservative. Even if Inko was suffocating, there was nothing to be done.
They ate the rest of their dinner in silence.
0o0o0o0
After dinner, Izuku finally got around to clicking on Uraraka's link. The moment he saw what had happened in Hosu, he fired off a text to Uraraka and tried to call Iida. It came as no surprise when his call went to voicemail.
She had linked to a news article.
"Hero Killer Stain Strikes Again"
The article said that Ingenium's agency wasn't releasing the details of his condition. That was a bad sign. If the hero was only lightly injured, or was moderately injured but expected to recover, then his agency would be broadcasting that to the world.
The only good news was that there had been no rumors of his death.
Izuku dug as far as he could, but no one else seemed to have any more information about the attack and Iida wasn't picking up his phone. Izuku would have to wait to find out more.
0o0o0o0
That evening, Izuku – or rather, "Kodama-chan" – was on every major sports and news station. Both #kodamachan and #oujikun were trending, and the seedier media outlets were blowing up over speculation of Izuku and Todoroki's secret love affair.
Izuku had to admit, on camera his round features did give off a kind of nature-sprite vibe. His green hair and eyes combined nicely with his freckles and the elaborate stem and leaf filigree on his collar to look sweet and wholesome.
Kodama-chan.
Todoroki looked rather princely on camera, too.
The media could have done worse for names.
0o0o0o0
That night, Izuku tossed in his bed. He should be celebrating how far he'd gotten in the tournament, but instead he was worried. He worried about Iida and he worried even more about his mother.
She was suffocating. Her collar was suffocating her.
They couldn't afford a new one.
Even if Izuku became a lockbreaker himself and broke her collar using One for All, Inko couldn't just go out and buy a collar that fit, so she would be completely exposed while applying for financial assistance for a new collar due to the old one 'breaking'. Meanwhile, she couldn't legally go out in public collarless, so she couldn't work and would lose her job. Then they would both be in even more serious trouble than they were already.
Izuku wanted to ask Momo to make a collar for Inko, wanted to ask All Might to pay for one, wanted to get the 'broken collar' paperwork started behind her back so she wouldn't have to lose any time between collars.
Izuku wanted to save his mother.
But Inko could be proud, sometimes, and would never accept help from All Might or Momo. And if Izuku filed 'broken collar' paperwork before the collar was broken, that would be perjury, and disqualify him from being a hero.
He didn't know what to do.
0o0o0o0
The next time Izuku took the subway to school, he was inundated with cries of "Kodama-chan!" and gushing about how well he had performed in the tournament. Izuku was relieved that the people gathered around him on the subway seemed so supportive. He had been afraid that his public interactions were going to be hostile - or worse - creepy.
When he arrived in class, the other students were gushing about being recognized in public. Iida didn't seem too upset, so Izuku intuited that Tensei was doing well. Eventually Aizawa entered the classroom, free from his bandages for the first time since USJ.
"Today, we'll be coming up with your hero aliases."
The class erupted into cheers.
"But first, we'll go through the pro draft picks I mentioned the other day." Aizawa continued to explain the drafting process while putting the totals up on the board.
"Typically, there's more of a spread." Aizawa said dryly, demonstrating his talent for understatement.
Todoroki – 5,123
Bakugou – 1,456
Tokoyami – 960
Iida – 301
Kaminari – 272
Uraraka – 220
Kirishima – 168
Sero – 14
Yaoyorozu – 1
"Whoa," the class breathed as one, seeing Todoroki's draft picks total more than everyone else combined – and not by a small margin, either.
"Well done, Todoroki," Momo breathed. It was hard to tell how genuine the sentiment was.
"It's mostly just my father's influence," Todoroki intoned. He appeared unfazed.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" was Kacchan's contribution to the discourse.
0o0o0o0
After that, it was time to pick hero names. Midnight was brought in to assist the students' choices.
Izuku ended up going with "Deku," even though Midnight tried to push him towards "Kodama-chan," insisting it was "cute and approachable."
Uraraka beamed at his choice and Izuku tried to fight down a blush.
Todoroki didn't stick with "Ouji-kun," either, insisting on just "Shouto."
Kacchan's choice of "Bakusatsu-ou" was shot down immediately, and by the end of class he was the only member of class 1-A to not have settled on a name.
As the class discussed their draft picks and hero names, Izuku approached Yaoyorozu.
"Congratulations on getting scouted, Momo."
"Thank you Izuku. To be honest, I didn't think I would get one. It would take a hero extremely brave and forward-thinking to draft U.A.'s first omega student – excuse me, one of U.A.'s first two omega students – I'm amazed any of them saw past the omega liability and first-round loss to see my heroic potential."
"You have one of the most amazing quirks in the world, Momo-san. This hero," Izuku glanced at her paper, "Uwabami must have seen that in some ways your potential surpasses everyone else who was on that field."
Momo gave Izuku a small smile, "Well, I'm just glad she was able to see past the surface."
0o0o0o0
The day was nearly over, and the students continued chatting when class 1-A was interrupted in the most unwelcome way.
Two uniformed men burst into the building, walking in as if they owned the place.
"Midoriya Izuku, you need to come with us." Some voices could be considered 'deep,' whereas others like this one were closer subterranean rumbles.
Izuku looked up from his conversation with Uraraka to see two disturbingly huge guys filling the doorway to the classroom. They wore nondescript paramilitary uniforms stretched tight over swelling muscles, and their eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses.
"Wearing shades indoors is way uncool, guys," Kaminari spoke casually, but Izuku noticed that he and several of the other students subtly arranging themselves for better mobility.
"Yeah, what kind of weaksauce, corner-pissing fuckwits need to try that hard to look tough?" Kacchan swung his feet off his desk and the palms of his hands popped in a particular way Izuku recognized was a warm-up for his quirk.
The men bristled at the disrespect and reached for their unidentifiable weapons, but at that moment Aizawa appeared out of shadows, materializing between Izuku and the men.
"Under what authority?" the beta man growled. Izuku felt vicarious shivers at the dangerous intent rolling off his teacher. It was easy to forget how intimidating Eraserhead could be. "What are the charges against my student?"
"We are not at liberty to discuss the details. Midoriya Izuku is to be detained by the state immediately for his own safety."
The men took out badges that Aizawa inspected. "Those are real badges, Midoriya," Izuku's teacher directed to him, "I can't stop them."
Aizawa sounded like he wished otherwise.
"O-ok Aizawa-sensei."
"Wait a minute, we're just gonna let these guys take our bro?" Kirishima burst out in disbelief. The redhead's skin was hardened to a rocklike texture in anticipation of a fight, his toothy grimace looking far more intimidating than his usual pleasant and open features. "What if the badges were forged?"
"The fact that they were even allowed on UA property speaks to their veracity. UA has taken precautions against security breaches through villains impersonating law enforcement."
"Come with us," one of the men directed to Izuku, his tone allowing for no argument.
"A word of advice – you should make this as easy on yourself as possible by doing what you're told," the other added.
"Do as they say, Midoriya," Aizawa gritted between his teeth. His teacher sure didn't look happy about the situation. The man's unkempt hair floated about his head in the early stages of his nullification quirk, and his hand gripped at the capture tool around his neck. "Take note, class. One unpleasant part of a hero's duty is to always obey the law, even when that choice isn't the one you want to make."
Izuku stood up from his desk and took his time gathering his things in the hush of the classroom. He felt like he should send his mother a text, but what would he say? "Abducted by cops, brb"?
After he couldn't delay any longer, he walked slowly over to the huge men. They took his things away and flanked him, cuffing his arms behind him and frog-marching Izuku out of the classroom, across the campus, and out of UA property. As the gates closed behind them, Izuku saw a plainclothes police car parked in front of UA grounds. One of the men loaded Izuku's things into the trunk.
The men released Izuku from the cuffs when they put him into the back of their van, but Izuku felt no less caged with iron bars and reinforced glass shielding the back seat from the front.
The men began the drive.
"What is going on?" Izuku asked, sweat beading up on his forehead and dampening his curls.
The men were silent.
"Where are you taking me?" He wished he had his phone with its GPS capability and its other features. He missed his phone.
The men remained mute.
"Does my mother know about this?" Inko would worry, and she couldn't afford an elevated heart rate consuming too much oxygen with her collar…
The silence continued.
Izuku's stress was reaching apocalyptic level. Green sparks started rising from his skin.
"Stop that, or we'll be forced to use quirk-nullifying cuffs," one of the men finally spoke.
"We are not intimidated by you," the other added.
Izuku took a deep breath and tried to calm down. What was he going to do, break out of police custody and become an outlaw? No, he had to do what he was told. His future depended on it.
Izuku thoroughly lost his bearings in the winding route, but eventually the vehicle of his captivity drove through a checkpoint and into a highly armed compound. High walls topped with razorwire were patrolled by armed guards. The main difference between this place and the prisons Izuku had seen in movies was that the guards all appeared to be female.
Inside the wall, Izuku and his belongings were transferred to another vehicle and the van with the huge dudes left. This second car's front seat was occupied by two austere-looking middle-aged women. Their hair was pulled back into tight knots and their omega collars gleamed even in the low light. They didn't speak to Izuku, either.
Sneaking a look at the clock on the dashboard, Izuku noted that he would usually be getting home about now, but with his tendency to get distracted, it would be hours before Inko would worry.
He wanted his phone.
A minute later, the second car reached an enormous and heavily-secured building. The two women ordered Izuku out of the car and flanked him. He was transferred through a series of locked doors into the building. Inside the second door, lzuku's latest guards left and he was directed into a third room with two more omega women
This pair looked less militarized than anyone he had seen so far. One of the women had spiky, mint- green hair in a low ponytail. Her omega collar was covered in a layer of black leather and decorated along the edges with metal rivets, giving her a tough look. The other had curly magenta hair and a prim and proper comportment. Her collar had delicate gold filigree in a soft floral pattern over the base metal.
The green-haired biker wannabe stepped forward, "You need to undress so we can check you for contraband."
That made sense, he supposed.
"O-okay." Izuku said. He waited. They didn't move.
"You're not going to watch me, are you?"
"It is required." Magenta Curls sounded sympathetic, yet firm.
"N-no way, I don't want to undress in front of women!"
"Only omegas are allowed on this property. Finding a male omega to attend you would take days. This is how it will be done." Green Ponytail said in a clipped voice.
He had to do what he was told.
Izuku reached for the hem of his shirt and started to lift it. Okay, one article of clothing at a time. Izuku had never been self-conscious at the beach, and there were lots of women and girls there.
He started to lift the shirt, and their eyes burned where his skin was starting to show.
Izuku dropped his shirt, "I can't undress in front of women!" he exclaimed in frustration.
"Oh, my dear boy, I'm afraid you're going to have to do a lot worse than that." The omega with the green ponytail laughed.
The magenta-haired omega put a calming hand on Green Ponytail's shoulder.
"Let's start over," Magenta Curls said. "My name is Yoroko. This is Jeni," she indicated Green Ponytail.
Yoroko bowed politely. Izuku reflexively bowed back out of habit. "Midoriya," is all he said to introduce himself. Jeni dipped her head in a nod, too.
"Well, now that's out of the way, let me explain what's going on here," Yoroko smiled sweetly, "we need to search for contraband and do a few other things to keep everyone safe, and then we'll sign some papers to get you started here. Then you'll be allowed to attend Omega Institut Pierrefeu. Jeni and I are both here to keep each other accountable, and up there," she indicated a camera on the ceiling in the corner of the room, "is yet another pair of eyes to hold us accountable. We are very safe here to make sure nothing bad will happen to you."
Izuku looked at the camera. Now he knew there were at least three pairs of eyes on him. How was he supposed to undress like that?
"That isn't the problem, though. I can't undress in front of women!" Izuku pleaded for them to understand.
"You undress at the doctor's office, don't you? The nurses there are usually female. Just think of it like that."
"Yeah, but they don't watch you undress, and they give you a gown to wear!"
"Hmm," Jeni said, lifting one finger to her chin in thought, "Well, maybe we can get you something. I'll go see what I can dig up," she turned around and left, snagging Yoroko's elbow to bring her along too.
The door shut behind them, and Izuku was left to contemplate his fate.
His eyes wandered around the room. He wasn't looking for a means of escape, exactly. He didn't know what he was looking for.
Whatever it was, he didn't find it. The room was white, featureless and spartan. There was a minimalist bench built into one wall, a stool and a mirror for some reason in one of the corners, and the camera descending from the ceiling. No windows. One door. A whole lot of nothing.
He wondered where his bag and phone had gotten to.
Izuku sat on the bench and waited.
0o0o0o0
"This is all we could find," Yoroko presented Izuku with a sterile white sheet. "You can wrap yourself in that while we search your clothes.
Izuku didn't know what to say. He didn't want to do this, but could he just refuse? He took the sheet and unfolded it. It was decently large; he could work with that. Izuku then draped it over his head and crouched down, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging out of it, then he unzipped his trousers and tried to shimmy them down his legs while he was still crouched. He had to untie his shoes and waddle-step out of them in order to get his trousers completely off his body. Eventually he was undressed to just his boxers and socks underneath the flimsy white fabric, out of sight of the women and the camera. Izuku poked his head out, located the camera and the women, turned his back to them and hurriedly wrapped the ends of the sheet around his body. Finally, he stepped away from the clothing pile.
Jeni stepped forward and donned a pair of latex gloves. She began to thoroughly rifle through Izuku's clothes.
"No contraband," she said eventually, before putting the clothes in a bag, "But I also saw no underwear or stockings. Did you go commando or are you hiding something from us?"
"Wh-what? Neither! I didn't think I would need to take off my socks and underwear."
"Well, drop 'em. This will all go quicker if you would comply with instructions," there was an impatient tone in her voice. She didn't roll her eyes, but she looked like she was thinking about it.
Izuku gulped. He toed off his socks and reached under the sheet to wiggle out of his boxers before, again, stepping away from them.
Jeni inspected the underwear and socks and added them to the bag of clothes. "Okay, Yoroko, your turn."
Yoroko stepped forward and produced a flashlight. "Open your mouth," she requested in the singsong voice people used on young children.
Izuku did as asked. She shined the flashlight down his throat, then ordered him to stick out his tongue. Then she moved to look up his nostrils, in his ears, made him lower the sheet to his waist to look at his bellybutton.
"Okay, here's the hard part," Jeni said firmly. "We need you to drop the sheet, lift your sack and pull your foreskin back to show us you aren't smuggling anything. Then you'll step over that mirror, crouch down into a squat, spread your cheeks with your hands, and cough when we tell you.
Izuku's grip tightened on the sheet in horror.
"No." was all he could say.
"No?"
"N-no!"
"Trust me, this is the way you want us to do it," Yoroko said, not unkindly. "We will be forced to sedate you and check your body ourselves if you refuse to cooperate. If we do it this way, you are the only one who will touch your body.
"I- I can't!"
Jeni sighed. "I'll get a dose of lorazepam. Yoroko, you do the paperwork." She walked out of the room.
Yoroko led Izuku, still wearing only his sheet, to another room, through two doors they had to be buzzed through. Izuku still had a death grip on his sheet after what had almost happened. He couldn't believe this.
They ended up in another room containing a desk and some filing cabinets. Yoroko sat behind the desk and opened a file folder.
"Okay Midoriya-san. First of all, we need you to list any morphological oddities, tattoos, significant scars, or other prominent identifying marks."
That was certainly an odd thing for paperwork.
"I, uh, have freckles?" he shifted around uncomfortably in the chair, the hard plastic far too close to some very important bits with only the sheet in the way.
"Yes, I see that. Anything else?"
"Well, I got these the other day," Izuku showed her the scars on his right arm and hand.
"Oh my goodness!" Yoroko jumped out of her seat and backed away as if he had just presented her with roadkill.
Now Izuku was alarmed, "What!? What's wrong?" He tensed up in his chair, glancing around the room for whatever had shocked Yoroko.
"You're an omega! How could anyone have done such a thing to you?"
"I got them at the tournament. You know, the UA sports festival. I'm surprised you didn't see it."
"I watched the tournament, and the other students treated the two omega students quite delicately. I would have remembered if someone had done something like that!"
"Nobody did it to me," Izuku cut her off. "Overuse of my quirk can damage my body."
"Why in the world would you give yourself such visible blemishes?"
"I want to become a hero," Izuku said flatly. Being a trophy omega didn't appeal to him.
"No," Yoroko shook her head, "I mean, why do you primarily fight with your fists if it leaves such ugly marks? Admittedly, you'd be rejected by alphas with foot fetishes, but far more alphas would reject an omega with disfigured hands than feet."
Feet.
Using his feet.
This is the last place Izuku would have imagined getting an idea like that.
His mind began imploding at the possibilities, but he was interrupted by Yoroko getting back to business.
"Well let's finish up here. This one is a waiver, this one is a transferal of custody, and this one is your intake evaluation. Sign here, here, and here." Yoroko pointed to three different lines in the paperwork.
He was still reeling. Izuku couldn't make informed decisions like this, "I… don't want to."
"You have to. It is required."
A waiver. He struggled to focus, filing away his new revelation for later. He needed to focus on the matter at hand. He was not waiving his rights. Custody? No. "I won't. I don't want to be here."
"If you don't do this, we'll go through the courts to get the ruling. You won't have a choice."
"Th-then you'll have to do that." Izuku felt sick. He wasn't doing anything illegal by refusing to sign, was he? Izuku stood up and started to back away.
Yoroko sighed, "You're making this much harder on yourself than you need to be, you know."
Just then, Jeni walked back into the room. Izuku's gaze zoomed in on her hands, in one of them was a hypodermic needle and the syringe filled a third of the way with something clear. "We seem to have hit a few glitches," she said to Yoroko, "Please tell me he signed the paperwork."
"Sorry, Jen. He isn't cooperating."
Jeni let out a frustrated sound and looked at the sky as if praying for patience. "Then we have a problem."
Izuku looked back and forth between them. Did this mean that he wasn't going to get drugged? That he didn't have to squat naked on a mirror while people were watching and cough on command?
Jeni spoke to both of them, "Nobody is cooperating today. We'll have to put him in solitary until the judge grants us full custody rights."
What did that mean? Who else wasn't cooperating? His mother? Anyone else? Izuku was muttering to himself and thinking so hard that his grip on the sheet was lax, and he was wholly unprepared when it was yanked out of his grasp.
The sheet was pulled away from Izuku, leaving him standing in front of the women completely naked except for his collar. He desperately reached down and covered himself.
"The sheet was a courtesy. If you won't cooperate, we aren't going to make life easier for you." Jeni pulled a chain and a padlock out of her belt and approached Izuku. He backpedaled but her hands were fast as she fastened the chain to the loop on his collar.
Izuku had nearly forgotten the metal loop was there. He had assumed it would never be used. But now he was on a chain.
Jeni pulled him through the door, and then three more that they needed to be buzzed through.
Suddenly, they were in the halls of what looked like a normal dorm.
A normal girls' dorm.
Every girl loitering and socializing in the hallways wore an omega collar. Many of them shrieked when they saw Izuku, who was still desperately covering his crotch with his hands as he was pulled, stumbling naked through the dorms. The commotion prompted more girls to stick their heads out of their rooms, to watch Izuku being pulled past. The chaos was so loud that he couldn't hear any specifics of their exclamations about the naked boy being hauled in their midst.
At the end of the hallway, they were buzzed through one final door and entered what looked like a modified dorm room. Jeni attached the other end to a chain already dangling from the ceiling in the middle of the room with another padlock. Then she left him there without a word.
The door swung shut behind her, and the echoing click of an electronic lock slid into place.