Shoto's P.O.V.

"You don't need to worry, Shoto, it will all work out okay."

If only I could believe that. If only I could believe that after today my life will ever be okay.

"Thank you, Fuyumi." My sister gave me a sad look as she combed through my hair. She's a beta, along with my brother Natsuo. In our society betas are mundane, just working class. Most aren't even fertile. But what I wouldn't give to be a beta. Instead, I'm an omega. A male omega. Highly valued for my fertility. For what I can give the world. But in reality, no personal autonomy of our own. We are possessions to be owned. Objects to be fought over like gems.

Fertility is not something that's just expected anymore. Being able to have children at all, but Alphas specifically, is highly coveted. Only an alpha and an omega can make more alphas. Omega have become a commodity, a symbol of wealth. Even more so if you're a male with a womb, able to do the impossible it would seem. Exponential value for what I might be able to produce, but of no actual value myself of my own merits. Well… I guess today is the day that will determine my value. How much I might be sold for.

My only sister parted my hair down the middle and began to speak softly. "Your Alpha…" She paused for a moment, thinking through her words. "He will be rich… he'll have a lot more money than us… and… maybe he'll like you plump, a curvy figure and you can eat all the strawberry dessert your heart desires. Maybe… he'll be an intellectual, you can tell him about the novels you read, and you'll have pups! All powerful Alphas that will take care of you when you grow old." She was trying her best not to lie to me, to tell me things that were… possible. I had to applaud her… creativity.

"Fuyumi… you shouldn't… you shouldn't fill his head with such hope. With luck he'll be nicer than Dad, hopefully he won't beat on him, hurt him. Maybe let him see us a few times. That's… all we can really hope for. A life… better than what… he has now. That's all we can hope for, Fuyumi." Natsuo said sadly but honestly. I… understood. My life is going to be different after today but… that doesn't automatically mean it will be better. It may not be better at all. I must be prepared for that. I must not be… surprised.

"Thank you… both of you. For everything." My sister gave me another sad look before hugging me tightly, tears falling down her face and onto me. I let her cry as my brother joined the embrace. It was the first time he had ever hugged me.

"We're gonna miss you Sho. Just uh… do your best okay?" I nodded as he rubbed his hand on my shoulder.

"Shoto!" My father's voice roared. I felt myself involuntarily cringe.

"It's time."

"Yes." My sister gave me one last hug as if I would never see her again. It would be the last time I would see either of my siblings for some time, if ever. I will likely be sent to obedience training before an auction, then married off within the month if all goes as planned. Possibly with child very soon after. Looking after pups and making appearances with my royal husband will likely consume my life after that, no time to see my siblings. Maybe the alpha won't want to get me pregnant right away, wait until I'm eighteen, the proper way. But I'm at peak fertility now, having just matured, and he may outweigh the consequences of impregnating a minor with the potential to have more heirs. I will prepare myself accordingly for my alpha to make that decision.

Reluctantly I walked down the staircase. In the living room loomed my father, stern look, angry as ever, and the appraiser. The man had a clipboard in his hands and glasses on his face, looking me up and down as I entered. "Hello sir."

"You weren't kidding Enji, the kid is a looker."

"A perfect omega by any standards, I'm sure." The man walked up to me cupping his rough hand to my cheek. It hurt, but I didn't dare wince. An omega that shows pain won't breed well, deemed unable to handle the pains of labor. My father took it upon himself to ensure I was able to handle great pain without reaction. That training will surely increase my value now.

"Beautiful." He mused, before beginning to take measurements. I stood up straight, hands placed in front of me, feet shoulder length apart as he inspected. "So you just had your first heat?"

"Two weeks ago, sir." It was the worst pain I had ever gone through, and that includes the relentless beatings from my father my entire life.

"Late bloomer huh, you're what, fifteen?"

"I just turned fourteen, sir."

"Fourteen? Tall for an omega. But perfectly proportioned. Good skin, beautiful eyes. Unique."

"Unique is good?" My father asked, nearly chomping at the bit.

"Unique is good." The man confirmed. I had never seen my father so nervous. He had his arms crossed, biting his lip. That's the most emotion I've ever seen from the man that wasn't anger. The appraiser continued his checks. Inspecting every part of my body. Then nodded. "Okay."

"Okay? Well, what's the number, how much will he go for?"

"Enji… I thought you just wanted me to do this as a courtesy… because we were friends."

"We are friends, but I wanted a professional appraisal."

"Well under normal circumstances, yes sure, Shoto would fetch a pretty penny."

"A number Yuma."

"Considering his fertility scores…" He looked down at his chart, punching a few numbers in his calculator. His jaw dropped then he let out a whistle. "He would have been my biggest sale to quarters of a mill as a down payment with ease, royalties included. Million dollars an installment asking price certainly. Factoring in lifelong installments, and the number of pregnancies expected since he's only fourteen… You would be rich forever on his womb's dime. Any prince, heir, or diplomat would have wanted him in a heartbeat. There would have been a bidding war certainly. He would have made all your dreams come true and more."

"Would have?"

"Enji, Shoto is worthless." Worthless. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Worthless? No… no that can't be right.

"What are you talking about?"

"A scar right across his eye? Surely you didn't think he'd be worth anything with that marring his beautiful face." My scar? I resisted the urge to reach up and touch it. Sure, I didn't think I would be a top seller because of it but… worthless?

"But he's perfect otherwise!"

"Yes, he is. Which is why I came down here to see for myself how bad it truly was. He won't sell. I can't put an inferior product on the market. My buyers, they want perfection, not something near it but clearly never will be."

"It's a scar, a blemish. It doesn't affect his fertility, the genetics of his children. He can still sell, fulfill his purpose."

"A king can't parade him around in the public as he is. Fertility or not. A million dollar omega's worth is contingent on being seen, shown off. He's damaged goods. Disfigured."

"What about a subprime market? Heroes, wealthy businessmen?" My father jumped to immediately, already accepting my inferiority.

"I don't sell to anyone but the top and good luck unloading him onto the lesser market, you'll never get your investment back. Heroes and businessmen don't buy, they take their chances on love." Love? I've never heard that word before. What did it mean?

My father looked as though he was about to completely lose his mind. "So what do I do with the kid?"

"Well… he'd still sell as a concubine. Lower level diplomats use that as a solution to their issues with infertility. A nine month womb rental. He's fourteen, probably have a good 10 to 15 years of fertility before he becomes useless. The facility would facilitate the matches and the money exchanged, the contracts. But you know you'd have to financially support any non-alpha pups he may have. Wouldn't be cheap." A breeding facility. I'd be forced to give birth after every spring, repopulating the earth. Fertility is so hard to come by these days, I'd be exploited for mine. I felt my stomach turn sour, but I controlled my scent as best I could.

My father waived him off, pouring whiskey into his glass and taking long sips. "The boy ain't cut out for breeding. A womb for pay. Four or five heirs sure but a lifetime? No. He's destined for greatness, he was created to be the best, just turned-out omega, that's his flaw."

"His scar is his flaw or else we'd be speaking about royalty right now."

"What else can I do with him?"

"In my honest opinion… you should donate him to UA." A donation?

"The boarding school?"

"They have an omega section now. I hear it's very good."

"So he can be a concubine for free to some hero alpha in training?"

"They'll teach him how to be a good omega. Maybe even how to bag an elite Alpha. Play your cards right and he'll find the best alpha, the next generation infinitely more valuable."

"I need a guarantee."

"Because we're friends, I could call down there, pull some strings. Get him paired with the best."

"They do that?"

"Unofficially of course. But I don't think he'll need it, despite the imperfection he'll have no problem attracting a mate. Those up and comers will be drooling at the thought of having him in their bed. He'll have his pick of the lot."

"So that's it then, sit and hope the next young and talented hero impregnates him with his alpha spawn, wait another eighteen years hoping for the royalties to kick in."

"That's all he's good for Enji. Breeding. He won't sell as is. Too disfigured. I wish he was an alpha, or a more pristine omega, then he'd at least have some value you can cash in on now. Unfortunately, this may be his best option."

"And you're sure you can't sell him?"

The man shook his head. "I'm sure. I'm sorry Enji. Your wife really screwed you over on this kid."

"This one and all the others. Good for nothing wrench."

The next two weeks of my life went by incredibly fast. Suddenly I found myself standing in the front office of UA. Checking in following my donation.

"Your name."

"Shoto Todoroki."

"Ah yes, the number two hero's son, Endeavor. We're so glad you chose us as your preferred educational setting. This is Denki Kaminari, he'll be showing you around. He's been a resident student here ever since his first heat two years ago, if you have any questions, just ask him okay? Here's your schedule and your room assignment. Classes begin for you tomorrow."

I nodded, looking at the schedule in my hands and then to the pretty blond male omega in front of me. Sewing, manners, cooking, omega behavior, home economics? I thought I was going to a school. An academic educational facility. Where is the math and science? The language arts and literature?

"You can read right? It's okay if you can't, I couldn't when I first got here either. They have a class for that if you-"

"I can read." Most omega can't, Fuyumi told me that. But my father wanted me to be useful, capable of reading to my husband his complex work documents if his eyes grew tired. I guess that was all for nothing now.

"Good! Come on, I'll show you around." We both bowed to the beta secretary and Kaminari took me outside the office. We went down the halls, he showed me where all of my classes would be. The blond wouldn't stop chatting to me. Telling me everything and anything I might need to know. And asking a million and one questions of me.

"When did you get your first heat?"

"About a month ago."

"Hurts, doesn't it? I got mine at twelve. Been here ever since. You're lucky you got two more years, could just be a kid." Two more years under my father's care, not sure that would be considered luck.

"Just be a kid?" I questioned.

"Well here you have a job, to make the alpha's happy. It's not as easy as you may think, especially balancing class work and pups."

"You have a pup?"

The blonde nodded, smiling. "With my alpha, Hitoshi Shinsou. They let us keep them in the dorms, and we all take turns taking care of them in the nursery during the day. My pup is ten months old now, and I just found out I'm pregnant with our second." He seemed so happy. Having a baby at twelve, another on the way. I was raised to think I wouldn't be pupping until I was 18, because that's what diplomats wanted. A legal wife, with a sanely sized family. All Alphas of course. Not like other omega who were only good for breeding purposes. I would have a place in the world, if not a small one. To walk behind an accomplished alpha for the rest of my existence. I guess that's a change I will need to get used to as well. Another item to add to the list.

"Congratulations." I said reluctantly.

"Thank you. Shin is going to be a great hero one day, I just know it. Do you know who your alpha is yet?"

"My alpha?"

"They call us companions, but really… well you'll learn about it all in class. We have to support the alpha's we're assigned to. I got lucky, my alpha loves me very much, we're going to get married after high school. Some omega aren't as lucky. But they say it's important for us to have the real life experience of being able to soothe an alpha. Here your alpha should be written, right, there." He said pulling a paper out of my stack and handing it back to me.

"Kirishima, Eijiro."

"Eiji? He's nice, a really strong alpha too! You'll like him! We'll take you to meet him in a little bit but first you should meet your den mate." He said as he knocked on a dorm room door. A small omega with curly green hair and freckles answered. My den mate. By society's standards, he was immensely beautiful. Small and curvy, a lovely smile, and soft eyes. Flawless if not for the slight imperfection of the freckles. I couldn't help but wonder why he and Denki were even here? Surely they weren't horribly disfigured like I was.

"Shoto Todoroki, this is Izuku Midoriya, he's your new roommate." Denki introduced as I was given a tight hug by the small omega.

"It's nice to meet you, here let me help you with your bags." He said taking my duffel from me and walking inside the room with it.

"I have to go check on my pup, but I'll be back later to see how you two are holding up."

Izuku nodded and Denki left with a smile. I walked into the room, and it was what I had imagined a dorm room to be. Small, clean, neat. A few small dressers, a desk and a bed each. I looked to what was clearly Izuku's side of the room and it was positively covered with All Might posters. He too was my favorite hero, but this was just excessive. I have heard he was an Alpha professor here, however. He's very outspoken about omega rights. Advocates that we should be treated like humans, not the lesser. He's wildly popular in any setting. Not that we'll ever get to meet him. I'm sure he only teaches alphas in the hero course. Probably would never be caught dead in the omega wing of the building.

"I'm so glad you're here, it's been so lonely since my last roommate left."

"You're last roommate?"

"Inasa, he just had his pups a while back. They move us to bigger rooms with our alphas, should the alphas choose they want that, after we give birth." If the alphas want it? What exactly does that mean? Wouldn't they want to spend time with their pup and dame? Is that not… common?

"I see." I took my backpack off and continued to look around the room. "How long have you been here?" I asked, making conversation as Fuyumi instructed me I should.

"Oh umm… A while."

"How long is a while?" I questioned aimlessly, beginning to unpack my things.

"Well umm since I first presented." His comment made me stop dead in my tracks. We present at age five. I received my scar a few weeks after I presented. My mother… I guess she couldn't stand the thought of me being an omega, the type of future I may have. My father purchased my omegan mother when she was fourteen as well. He is not a kind alpha, forcing her to have four children as her body grew sick from child bearing. It might have been more if not for her illness. He drove her to madness. The result forever etched on my face. To have been here since age five…That's a long time to be living at a boarding school. I raised an eyebrow at him, uncertain. "I'm… I guess you should know, I'm quirkless. My mother sent me here, gave me up since you know, no one wants a quirkless omega." And there it was. The disfiguring trait. I swallowed, now knowing his pain all too well.

"When did you get your first heat?" Was all I could think to say.

"I haven't yet." That explains why he hasn't pupped. I simply nodded, putting some shirts into the dresser. "You'll like it here. They treat us with dignity… for the most part. Who's your Alpha?"

"Eijiro Kirishima." The small omega's face lit up.

"He's my alpha's best friend! It's destiny! My alpha is Katsuki Bakugo. He's going to be the number one hero some day!" Everyone seems to have a lot of faith in their alpha boyfriends. "Eijiro is really nice. He'll treat you well." I nodded. I never really imagined who my… partner would be or what they would be like. A diplomat that was too busy to have time for me, that left me alone in a big house until I had children then my job would be to care for them, take care of the house, be presentable, a trophy. Nice… wasn't exactly a requirement. I thought it best to change the subject, I wasn't all that interested in my alpha or anything really concerning him.

"Why isn't there any math and science on our schedules? I thought this was a boarding school."

Midoriya shook his head. "Omega don't need math and science. We should be grateful they teach some of us to read."

"So the point is to have babies, to become kept omega? I thought this was a school program."

"It is, when… if… we graduate, we will have high school diplomas. That's something not many omega have."

"If?"

"Once you pup, it gets harder to finish on time. Then the dorms stop housing you once you age out. But with any luck your alpha will be a successful hero, marry you and everything will work out." So that is the goal? It's an adjustment but… not really I suppose.

"But it's possible… to finish on time and get a diploma… become something… more." My voice wavered as I said my last few words. It's not something many omega did, be more than house wives with several pups at home. But it's something I've always wanted. My dad was a hero, the second best all our lives. My quirk… with what I was supposed to be capable of doing, if I wasn't an omega, my father said I was destined for greatness. I should have been a hero. I know that's not a possibility now, but to get an education, to be more… it's something I think I might really want. Midoriya hugged his All Might pillow, his beautiful green eyes sparkling.

"Before I presented… I wanted to be a hero. One of the best. Now… well… I want to be something more too." He said quietly with a smile. "We could… we could be 911 operators, for the heroes. It wouldn't be like being a hero but we would still be able to be helpful."

"We could really do that?"

He nodded. "There's this omega, he has big wings like a hawk. He was the first. And there's another, Amajiki, his alpha wants him to be more too, after he graduates this spring, he's gonna try."

"What would we have to do?" The omega before me began to get really excited.

"Get real diplomas, with math and science, languages. We'll have to pass a placement test, prove competency. Would you really want to do it? We could try to get our schedules changed, it's early enough in the semester…"

"I… yes… that is something I would want."

"And Eijiro would let you! He's a great alpha. I don't know if he would want to have pups, but he's such a supportive alpha." My alpha… I'm not really sure what that means… To be a companion. Being paired up with someone, a stranger, and what are we supposed to do exactly? Be there in their ruts? Have their pups? With someone I don't know. What then? Would he own me? Izuku seemed to hint that they had the choice to throw an omega away. Was that a real possibility? Become a mother without an alpha's claim? I'm… very nervous to be a companion. I always thought I would become an alpha's possession, not an item to be discarded at will.

"You said you haven't had your first heat yet, but your alpha… do you two…" I wasn't even really sure what I was asking.

"You don't have to! Kacchan and I don't. I have soothed him during ruts before, sort of. Well I gave him my scent. But it's his choice if he wants to cross that line and he well… Kacchan and I have a complicated relationship I guess you could say." He said, chuckling a little bit. I wasn't sure what that meant either. If he does not have sex with you, how do you fulfill your purpose? "But Eijiro, he's a stand up guy. If you do pup, he'll probably stick around." Oh. I wasn't sure what to think of his words. Stick around. As if that's not a requirement for knocking up a fourteen-year-old. Being a father to their own pup. Was Bakugo not good? Or was Eijiro too good? How do I fit into all of this? All these thoughts began to make my head hurt. I have never been allowed to think so much. "But I'll be here for you. My last den mate didn't like me very much, but I hope we can be friends."

Friends… I've never had one before. "I would like that Izuku."

Bakugo's P.O.V.

"Fuck that feels good."

"Oh yeah? Like this?" He rubbed me a little faster, but just not nearly fast enough, knowing full well what he was doing.

"Shut up fucker and kiss me." I pulled him close to me with his tie and attacked his lips with my own. It was a bit frenzied, we didn't have much time. Our tongues danced as he worked on the buttons on my school slacks. With a loud zip, he undid the zipper, teasing me just right. He started kissing down my neck and made a hickey at my nape. "Possessive mother fucker." I mocked, pulling his crotch into mine after undoing his slacks, pushing them all the way down.

"Impatient as ever Kat."

"It's not like we have all the time in the world, Shitty Hair." I said pushing down the rest of my pants, taking them off and grabbing the redhead's ass, pulling him even closer to me as I wrapped my leg around his waist. He, in return, grabbed my ass, giving it a squeeze as we began dry humping. Fuck it felt good. His dick was hot and warm, standing perfectly at attention. He took them both into his hands and started stroking us off, humping me firmly as he continued to deepen the hickey on my neck. "Fuck." I love his razor sharp teeth biting into my neck.

"Shit Bakugo, I'm gonna cum."

"Already? And I'm the one who's impatient?"

"Mmm… uh nugh." He could barely contain himself. I quickly got on my knees and put him in my mouth, stroking myself off as we both came. Out of breath and panting. "That was amazing."

"Fuck yeah." I said, licking the cum off my lips. Fucker tastes like heaven. He took a second to compose himself, tucking it back inside his pants. I did the same and stood. He re-tied his tie before we started talking again.

"Is this it for us Kat? Handjobs and dry humping in janitor's closets for the rest of our lives?"

"E."

"Sorry, I know. But maybe we should, you know… talk about having actual sex one day?"

"You and I both know alpha on alpha sex hurts like a bitch. And I ain't no bitch."

"We could go slow."

"Eijiro."

"Right… handjobs and dry humping."

"Let's go for a run or something. Get your walnut sized mind off of it."

"Can't. I have to meet my new companion today." Well that… hurt a little. I'm not really sure why.

"You got assigned?"

"Finally, yeah. I've been at this school for how long? It was about time." He said checking to see if the coast was clear. It was and we both walked out of the hall closet. Deku and I have been assigned to one another for a long time. I matured early, and we already knew each other from back in the day so they paired us up. It fuckin sucks. I don't even want an omega, even less Deku. "Do you want to meet him with me?"

"No."

"Come on Bakugo."

"Why do I need to meet your new beard?"

"Because he's going to be around whether we like it or not."

"You gonna tell him you're gay?" Gay is now a taboo word used to describe being attracted to the same secondary gender. Yeah, Eiji and I are gay. We're both alphas and we're in love. It's apparently the worst thing on earth two alphas could do but… I can't exactly help how I feel about him. So we keep it quiet. Deku knows but he doesn't accept it. I know he won't tell anyone, he's too much of a chicken for that. He won't do anything that could ruin his chances with me or my hero career.

"You don't have to say it so loud." I rolled my eyes and we walked into the dorm common room. Pikachu was playing with his kid and Eyebags. The other omega and their kids playing around too. It was fuckin annoying.

"You don't have to say it so loud." I mocked.

"Kacchan! Over here!" Deku stood up, waiving me over. He was sitting next to the most beautiful omega I've ever seen. Like damn. Two different colored eyes, red and white hair, gorgeous cheekbones, and a body to match. Yeah, it was obvious why he was here. Can't be sold to the highest bidder with a big ole scar on your face. But other than that… Well… I've never been attracted to omega before today. That's uh… yeah pretty strange for me. I had to adjust my pants as he stood and gave us each a bow.

"Eijiro. This is Todoroki Shoto. Your new companion." Deku introduced.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." My boyfriend said as he bowed and kissed the omega's hand. Gross.

"It's nice to meet you as well." Oh god his voice was like honey. Unusually deep for an omega but… hell I could listen to that all night long if I had to.

"And this is my alpha, Kacchan." Deku said giving me a big squeeze. Gross. Again.

"Pleasure." The bicolored omega said with a nod. I nodded back and tried to peel Deku off of me. That wasn't happening. Clingy little shit. The new happy couple looked like they had no idea what to do with one another. Awkward as all hell.

"We should umm… go for a walk er sumethin, you know, get to know each other a little bit? We'll be spending a lot of time together ya know?" Kirishima asked nervously.

"Oh? Yes, then I suppose we should."

"You two have fun, come on Kacchan! Let's go to my room!" Deku said nearly dragging me away. For a little omega he's fuckin strong when he wants to be. Ugh, I hate forced bonding time. We got to the room and I laid on the bed, Deku putting my head in his lap and stroking my hair. It felt good I guess, relaxing, but I'd rather it be with Eiji.

"Can you believe my new roommate is Eijiro's new companion? We can go on double dates now, and hang out the four of us! It will be amazing Kacchan!"

"Tch, idiot." I muttered, rubbing my eyes.

"I mean… you saw him… he's…" Gorgeous. Stunning. Exquisite. "Really something."

"Obviously."

"Maybe… he'd be enough… to you know…"

"Turn my boyfriend straight?" Stupid Deku visibly cringed. "He ain't shit."

"He asked me… if you and I had ever…"

"Fucked?" Those green eyes got big and nervous as he nodded. "You're my companion, not my fuckin cock sleeve. I don't want a fuckin million kids before I turn pro, and hell, I'm gay for crying out loud."

"Shhh! Don't say that so loud Kacchan, they could be listening."

"What they gonna do about it? They already forced you on me. It's not like it could get any worse." He got all sad and started massaging my shoulders.

"How was hero training today?"

"Fine."

"Shoto… he wants to… be more. Be a 911 operator maybe… Do you think… Eijiro would approve of it?"

"I don't see why not… the two of you can do whatever."

"Is he gonna tell him? About…"

"About me and Kiri? Eventually probably. I doubt he would want to lead him on or anything." Dumbass is probably breaking the news to him right now.

"I sort of feel a weird connection to him. Like he and I could become close. I just feel bad that…"

"That he got paired up with my boyfriend and has no chance in hell with him." Deku looked down. Well… at least he knows that.