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Katsuki despises conventionality and archaic traditions.
Not just because he’s the antithesis of society’s ideal omega, it’s due to the fact that he realizes early on that it's a broken system that systematized violence and oppression to people who will, and still are, vulnerable. Why is that culture and old norms are regarded as imperative to the continuation of a society? Why does any semblance of progressive thought is seen as an attack, as disrespect? And why does it hold great importance to many despite notions of equality and equal opportunities? Aren't we all, at the end of the day, human?
Oftentimes, he finds himself laughing at utter stupidity that society likes to impose on people like himself and how their collective bullshit festers like an open wound ─ ugly and putrid.
Katsuki’s thirteen when he gets into the first of many arguments with adults twice his age, (most often his age group as well since all of them are fucking morons), who think they know better.
“An alpha like yourself shouldn’t say such things, omegas aren’t meant for-“
“I’m an omega.”
"You? An omega?" Katsuki lets out an annoyed sigh, glancing back at the older man who looks at him as if he pissed on his sandwich, the geezer’s face twisting to an ugly grimace, "Young man, you need to speak a little more gently, that's not how an omega should act."
His eye twitches at that, and decides to humor this shit-stain, "Really? And how is an omega supposed to fucking act?"
"Well, for one, you should dress appropriately. Honestly, there’s a reason omegas need to wear the uniform prescribed by your school, to be able to look meek and approachable! Also, to be able to learn how to entice! Your purpose is to be bred and continue their alpha’s legacy after all, and how-"
“Oh my god, to think that I thought you’d say something sensible,” Katsuki sneers, tilting his head to meet the wide-eyed gaze of poor sucker, “You’re one the freaks that keel over to bend one, aren’t you? Likes to have a pretty little wife to pour your cum into and suck your dick when you're tired. Disgusting.”
“How dare-“
“Aww, does your ass hurt from me being right? Pulled your head out too quickly? Too bad.” He grips the man’s forearm tightly, grinning when he groans out in pain, “Omegas aren’t under you or anyone else. We’re fucking people. Whoever was the idiotic proponent for sexism can go die in a ditch. We’re fucking equals, and there’s no solid fucking basis why you’d think otherwise. Go learn some human decency, it might stop from making you look like a pig in heat.”
Katsuki leans back in his seat, crimson-eyes crinkling in glee as the reporter, Tanaka, offers him wide grin when he discloses how he laughed at the utter disgust and annoyance in his classmates' looks when he walks into class back in highschool ─ excuse him for being unapologetic of how he places first across all subjects in the school academic board. A shit-eating grin on his lips when he finds his desk with petty vandalism and pretty flowers.
Cheater. Teacher’s Slut. Alpha Wannabe. Fake Omega.
“They really need to update their insults, it’s basically the same old crap I got from middle school when I first presented. Hah, as if those extras weren’t groveling at my feet back then. What a joke.” He says simply, “To annoy the hell out of them, I took the white chrysanthemum from the vase and tucked it neatly on the back of my notebook. I had to push down the urge to laugh when I saw those idiots choke.”
“Serves those bullies right!“ Tanaka laughs goodheartedly, “Senator Kirishima, you certainly are an icon. Been like that for a while since your middle school days, how exactly did you decided to be, well, an advocate?”
"Why try so hard, babe? You just need a good dicking. Release the tension." One of his classmates calls out to him, and the other extras laugh because they think they're hot shit. "Give me a call, Katsuki. I'd give you a pounding. Studying won't do you good since omega's don't get into good high schools."
Katsuki bristles, "Get the stick out of your asshole before I shove a new one down your throat." He scoffs at the pissed off expression the shit-stain gives him, shoving the extra as he smirks maniacally at how affronted the moron and his clique look, "I ranked the highest in this godforsaken school, with you barely in the scoreboard. So, good luck with that."
“I simply didn’t understand why sexism remains to be pervasive within our community, especially towards educational institutions. When knot-heads decide they want to cop a feel, or pull a fellow omega classmate to their laps, his teacher's just let the abuse happen. They shrug it off as "teenager bullshit" when in reality, it's an actual shitshow.” Katsuki pauses, smoothing out his expression of professional neutrality before letting out a light chuckle. He really never got rid of his habit of cursing even if he’s now a prominent public figure. “Ah, sorry for the cursing.”
“No, no, we totally get it, Senator.” They told him that they’d simply censor the curses, but it can’t hurt to be careful. Tanaka certainly doesn’t seem to mind; it looks like he’s all for it. “I’d be passionate about it as well given the fact that it was the same for be back in school.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Katsuki has gotten suspended multiple times from beating the shit out of those morons, some of his omega classmates heralding him as a hero, while the others make it seem like he made their lives harder since it put a target on their backs. At some point during that shitstorm, he’d gotten through their thick heads that things wouldn’t change if they keep letting it happen. Of fucking course it’s not going to be easy, when has it ever been?
It was like trickling water. Droplets, one and two and three, staining dry land ─ then it was rain, slowly piecing cracked soil together. Soon, it was a storm, a sudden crash of billowing wind, thunder, and lightning. Once it has settled, the land is reinvigorated, the air cleaner and everything anew.
Suddenly, breathing was easier.
“Aldera middle school was televised for a while, you stirred up quite a crowd, didn’t you, Senator?”
“It was unexpected, but it all worked out in the end.”
“Seems to be quite a pattern for you, huh?”
Katsuki shrugs, “I guess it is.”
Tanaka chuckles, moving forward to their next agenda, “This is also a common question asked about you, Senator, what’s it like for your family?”
"An omega?"
"We don't know why it happened. Both Masaru and I are alphas. I don't know why this-"
"Nobody must know about this, is that understood?"
"What?"
"Mitsuki, you need to put him up for it. We can't have a stain on our family."
"Y-yes, I understand."
Katsuki had never felt so betrayed in his whole life until that moment.
“It was…heartbreak.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Katsuki assures him, “It was painful then, it’s different now.”
He recounts the days he came home tired. Just tired. Not angry. Not sad. It’s just that he can't feel anything.
Katsuki leaves out how his father comes home smelling like the perfumes of other women, acting like his marriage wasn't a fucking disaster and how he'd smile at Katsuki like nothing was wrong. He leaves out how his mother lashes out on him, leaving his skin marred black and blue, because that's the only thing she can do to vent out her anger.
“Why weren't you born as an alpha?”
“Why are you so insistent of ruining our family? Your face was plastered all over the news!”
“How could you do this to us!”
“I simply didn’t know who or what to blame, but I refused to take it laying down.” Katsuki faces one of the cameras, steeling himself with a smirk on his lips, “So, I threw himself into doing more. Be the best and never conform to the bullshit life throws at me. I know that I’m better than what others had pegged him for. I know that omega’s are more than just a dynamic that just bears children and takes care of the household.”
“Hear, hear to that! Still, many of us omegas have internalized hatred over our secondary gender, was it the same for you, Senator?”
“I thought of hating his sub-gender, but never seemed to find a reason. It would be an insult to the successful people who carried their omega status with pride.” Katsuki crosses his fingers together, a hint of red tinting his cheeks, “I’m a fan of Aizawa Shouta, and I’m not just saying that as his adoptive son. He’s known to be a remarkable fucking lawyer and a social advocate of omega's rights, his win-rate is astounding. There's also Rumi "Miruko" Usagiyama, the action star who shut down the misconception that omega's are weak-ass creatures. She created the foundation for the protection of omega's from domestic abuse and other shit.”
“Not that we weren’t aware given the fact you talk about them in your press conferences, but Senator, you’re a bit of a fanboy, huh.” Tanaka grins, earning lighthearted glare from Katsuki who bristles in surprise as they hand him the signed copies of books…Aizawa’s collection of essays, “Omegan Utopia of Legalities and Other Bullshit” and Miruko’s autobiography, “Rabbit Hero: No Regrets”, how in the fuck did they- Aizawa’s book wasn’t even out in the public yet! “We got you gift! As we’re also fans of you, we wanted to give you this token of gratitude for all that you’ve done for us omegas!”
“We’re not even through the goddamn interview, you psycho,” Katsuki laughs, grinning widely as he poses for the camera as he graciously accepts the books. “Tanaka, you might be my favorite journalist so far,”
“I do like to please,” The reporter clears her throat, returning a huge smile of her own. “Alas, the show must do on. This is a personal look into your personal life and how you’ve gotten here, Senator. We’re here to bring you out into the limelight, not just a public figure, but as a fellow omega.”
“Alright, keep asking away then.”
“We got details from a little bird that you actually met with Aizawa after the middle school overhaul! Care to share with us the details?”
Tension surges underneath his skin, like little pinpricks that leaves his hands sweaty and shivering. He calms himself down with a deep sigh, clenching his fists and slowly releasing them to ease his anxiety.
He recollects what he could from the incident.
“I had my first heat when I was sixteen.”
He hisses at the memory of how his body grew weak, feverish. Katsuki’s palms were sweating profusely, he had an incessant headache and, ultimately, it felt like he was going to die.
“I was hanging out with…classmates of mine near an arcade. We were on our way home when I got pulled into an alley, then suddenly I was pinned down.” He laughs humorlessly, “He tried to bite my nape the moment he mounted me, fucker looked pissed as hell when he bit onto my arm instead. I cried in relief knowing I was conscious enough to protect that part of myself.”
“That’s- Senator, you don’t have to-“
“No.” Katsuki meets Tanaka’s gaze, her breath stuttering at the show of strength and confidence that reflected on crimson eyes, how his keeps his held high, how he doesn’t fidget in the admission he was nearly raped. “I am a survivor of omega violence, and I want you and the others to know that they’re not alone in this journey for betterment. What had happened will never define what I, what we will become in the future.”
He continues his story, on how the alpha denied everything. He told the authorities that it was Katsuki's fault for seducing him, and instead of taking his side, the police asked what he was wearing and why was he out and about during his heat. Katsuki had been insulted for not wearing a collar (his parents didn't want him to wear one because it shows how their only son is a fucking omega). There are also stupid questions like, why didn't bring any suppressants with him (it's his first heat, suppressants would have killed him if he used a random prescription that didn't suit his body).
So, he lashed out.
And holy hell did it feel good to look the faces of those fuckers, unable to retaliate, to counter-argue because they knew he was right. It feels good that they had to resort to name-calling of all things to win.
It was a short victory for him.
“My parents didn't want to make a big deal out of it so decided not to press charges. That’s when I decided to cut myself out of the family. I would make them pay for all the otherworldly bullshit they caused and the trauma that I experienced.” He leans forward, slowing down his movements, “I knew I had to make a sworn accusation necessary for the issuance of a criminal complaint, so who’s the best person to raise this issue? The one and only, Aizawa Shouta.”
He brought with him all his possessions and the money he'd saved up. Really, who would want to stay with shitty parents who just wanted to shrug off that sort of problem.
It was an odd sight to see a child in front of a law firm demanding Aizawa to represent him in court. From listening to his testimony, from the false accusation of seducing an alpha and to how his parents disregarded the gravity of the circumstances, Aizawa took the case and promised Katsuki that he would win.
"They what?"
"They didn't want to make it an issue and didn't want to sue the fucker that did this to me. Let me tell you this; I can't look at myself in the mirror and not throw up." He confessed, tears prickling his eyes, "I had my first heat, and all I remember is disgust, and sometimes I want to blame myself for what had happened, but I know it isn't. I didn't want it to happen. I didn't ask for some random fucker to hold me down like I asked for it."
Katsuki takes a sharp intake a breath, looking ahead to meet Aizawa's eyes, "Please help me. I want to fight against this fucking system. I want to win against the fucker who did this to me."
A wave of familiar anger flickers in Aizawa's eyes, one that Katsuki recognized, one that he knew the best. A smile crept up to the lawyer's lips, and Katsuki felt the weight on his shoulder's lighten, "Well then, let's go fuck them up, kid."
And they did.
It was a grueling experience, and it took years for them to win the case.
But they won.
And it felt good.
“From that whole fiasco, I got myself new parents who actually cared about my well-being,” He chuckles, “I didn’t expect that my old man would marry his total opposite, but hey, pops is a pretty cool dad, so what the hell.”
“Ain’t that something,” Tanaka muses, bringing up a tissue to wipe her tears, with a few of the staff handing the reporter another box of tissue as she tries to compose herself, “And now, you’re bringing up your experiences as you change what we’ve suffered from, now is actively changing Fighting against the traditional views of omegas, the ones that tied them down to mere stereotypes. You’re definitely the beacon of change.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Katsuki smiles, pensively rubbing the silver ring on his finger, a smooth gold band woven with sunstone and ruby ─ one that meant benevolence, power, and protection. He looks up at Tanaka, his signature smirk forming at the corners of his lips, “With things are finally going my way, and I’m going to burn the whole fucking system down. You can bet on that.”