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Worse to Worst

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia  Summary: He didn't want to be a bride and baby-maker to some rich asshole, so he ran away. Little did he know that he was about to meet someone who was worse than his father in terms of abuse. Warnings: Rape, abuse, grooming, pregnancy, birth, trauma, trauma recovery, and childhood abuse Word Count: approx. 57,000 Ship(s): Todokri Touya|Dabi/Toga; Endgame: Todoroki Touya|Dabi/Chizaki Kai|Overhauli/Tamaki Keigo|Hawks/Shimura Tenko|Shigaraki Tomura

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Chapter 1: Perfect Omega

“Touya, come here,” Enji growled out. His face was contorted in the normal, dark scowl that he always wore. The child in question looked up from the book that he had been reading. He slid off of his chair, following after his father as they walked into his office. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest as he knew what was going to come. He had been down this path over and over again, but it was still terrifying every time that it happened. His bare feet stuck to the wood of the floor, making small padding noises as he walked. He rubbed up and down his arm as his head was bowed down to the ground. He could see his shirt hanging off of him delicately, due to how boney and waifish he was. He wished that he had the same muscle mass as his father and some of the other teenagers in his class, but that was a wish that would never come true.

The young omega stood in front of the giant mahogany desk that was nearly immaculate except for a computer with an open web browser and a couple papers in front of him. His father sat down in the desk chair, folding his hands in front of him and scowling a bit more. “I didn’t pay for all those lessons for nothing, Touya,” he snapped. The omega dropped his hands down to his sides, looking up through his eyelashes at the dominant alpha. 

He had been forced to go through all sorts of classes to make sure that he would be the perfect omega bride, but sometimes the things he was taught didn’t stick to him. He wanted to be more than someone who was going to make children and clean a house, but his father seriously disliked the idea of him doing anything other than that. He was seventeen and had been waiting for the day that his father would call him into his office once again since he was ten. 

“I apologize, Father,” he mumbled, his stomach rolling with nauseousness. He hated having to be submissive and compliant to every whim and thought that any alpha or beta around him had. 

“You ought to be,” he snapped, the scowl returning doubly as fiercely as it had been before. “What kind of a husband are you going to be if you can’t even obey your father correctly? An alpha that you’ve been around your entire life should be the first that you obey before you can move on and have a husband.”

“Husband?” the seventeen-year-old asked, his voice shaking in fear. He should have known that this was what was actually happening. There was really no other logical explanation for why he was being called into his father’s office. He had been made up his entire life to be someone’s perfect trophy husband, but he somehow hadn’t really realized that as soon as he turned eighteen he would get married off. That was what had happened to his mother, and the knowledge of what had happened to her only made him more terrified of what was going to happen to him. 

“Yes, you idiotic omega,” he spat. Touya shrunk back into himself. His shoulders came forward, causing his chest to concave in. He hated the way that it felt when he did this because he had been kept so thin and bony that his collar bones dug into each other uncomfortably. 

“I apologize, Father,” he whispered, his eyes welling up with tears. He wished that he had been born a beta, like the twins. Natsuo and Fuyumi had both been allowed to do whatever they wanted with their lives. They were only a little younger than him, but they were already searching after their dreams. Natsuo was trying his best to get into the STEM high school so that he could become a psychiatrist and Fuyumi was taking all the classes that she could about childcare so that she could become a teacher. They had been allowed to go after their dreams because they were betas, but Touya had been groomed and molded until he had become the perfect omega wife. 

“I thought you would be better about watching your tongue by now,” the alpha sighed, nothing but disappointment resting on his face. He didn’t give his son the chance to reply again as he started to talk. “As I know you are well aware, you’re turning eighteen in a week. Another thing that I hoped you learned in that worthless school is that that is the legal age for omegas to marry and be mated. Because of this, I have arranged for you to be married to a very powerful alpha.”

“Oh,” Touya breathed, not loud enough for his father to hear, but just enough to let him breathe once again. He hadn’t realized that he had been holding his breath until his lungs had begun to burn and constrict with the need for oxygen. 

“You’re going to go to dinner with him the day you turn eighteen. You will be on your best behavior,” he commanded. His eyes hardened as the seventeen-year-old looked up at him through his lashes as he had always been taught to do. Alphas only liked omegas if they were pretty, after all.

“Yes, Father,” he answered with a small nod of his head. His stomach clenched, causing his nauseousness to skyrocket to the point where he thought he was going to vomit then and there.

“You are dismissed,” the alpha rolled his eyes, looking back to his computer. As usual, he was only interested in his omega son if he could get something out of him and as soon as he couldn’t he hated him.

The omega nearly sprinted out of the office. He ran into the closest bathroom that he could find and immediately vomited into the toilet. The acid burned his throat as it came tumbling out and fell into the bleach-filled water that filled the toilet. His razor-sharp nails cut through the pale, delicate flesh on his arms, causing small droplets of blood to ooze out of the new wounds and slid down his skin onto his skirt. Self-hatred filled up his newly empty stomach, causing the tears that had been in his eyes earlier to finally pour down his face. He curled in on himself, covering up his face with his arms as if it would block out the torturous life he was being forced to live. He brought his legs up to his chest, resting his face on his bare knees while he continued to sob quietly. 

After all of the years that he had been put through Hell, he had learned very quickly how to cry silently. His father both hated and loved it when he cried, but it was always bad when he found him crying. The alpha man hated it because he found it obnoxious and annoying, but he loved it because it showed that his son was a true submissive and he felt that it was a display of how weak he really was. 

That was really all he was, was weak. But he didn't have to be. There were plenty of omegas out there that had gone out and made a name for themselves. Hell, his father’s arch nemesis was an omega with two mates of his own choosing, both of which were betas. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the type of household that he had been raised in. 

Omegas were supposed to be thin and waifish until they were pregnant, and then they were supposed to lose all that weight and remain desirable. That process repeated over and over again until they lost their attractiveness or fertility. Alphas were the ones that ruled the world, but they had to be muscular, powerful and commanding at all times. Betas were useless since they were the middle ground.

Thus were the reasons why Touya had been made up into a bride, the twins were allowed to do whatever they wanted as long as it was damaging to the family name and Shouto was already being made up into the perfect successor. 

The omega placed his head against the cool wall behind him, taking in a couple deep breaths to calm himself down. He took in a couple extra just to make sure that he was really calm before he pulled himself up off of the ground. He moved to the sink, rinsing out his mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit before he remembered to flush the mess he made down the toilet. He splashed some cold water on his face, scrubbing at his eyes for a moment before he glanced at himself in the mirror. He turned his face from side to side, making sure that he didn’t look like he had been crying before he left the bathroom.

He walked down the hall silently, bowing his head and sticking to the wall. Just like a proper, submissive omega was supposed to. God, doing ‘what he was supposed to’ always made him feel like he was betraying who he really was inside. He had to, there was no option about it. If he acted like he really wanted to then he would be in more trouble than he could even imagine. He shuddered a bit, the memory of the first time that his father had used his Command on him returning to him and dragging him back into his mind.

“Touya. You’re acting like a child. You’re ten years old, it’s about time for you to learn how to do the things that you’re going to need to do for the rest of your life,” the alpha growled, standing in front of his son with his arms wrapped around each other behind his back. He had his chest puffed up and his scowl on his face, which was close to standard with him. His eyes, which were normally like liquid fire, had turned into a dark icey color.

“I’m not acting like a child! I’m twice as mature as most of the kids in my class!” he screamed indignantly. He stamped his foot down on the hardwood floor, causing the sound to echo throughout the room. He was tiny, and the only reason that the childish act made a noise was because the room echoed terribly due to the lack of actual furniture.

“If you’re supposedly twice as mature as your class then you’ll be fine going to the classes!” he responded, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“What if I don’t want to be some asshole’s wife? I want to be a police officer!” the ten-year-old shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.

“You will do no such thing,” the alpha growled, his tone switching from the normal anger into an alpha Command tone. The omega stood stalk still, his heart racing loud and clear in his ears. It was like sheer terror had taken over his entire body, causing his blood to turn to an icy river in the middle of a winter forest. He began to shake a bit, looking down at the ground and shrinking down into himself. He felt tears well up in his eyes and cascade down his face before his body began to move on its own. 

He sat with both of his legs tucked up underneath him, his thighs and calves touching each other. Both of his hands remained face up and his head was staring down at his lap. He tilted his head to the side, revealing his neck as a sign of submission. Tears raced down his face and fell onto his hands, dampening them. 

“Stop that, it’s obnoxious,” Enji hissed, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him, which left Touya completely alone. He began to shake heavily, leaning over as sobs tore at his throat. He felt like his body had been taken by someone else and used before it was given back to him. 

His mind was screaming at him to get the alpha who had used his Command on him to say that he was a good omega, but he knew that that wouldn’t happen with his father. 

He clapped a hand over his scent gland, being able to smell the fear in his normally cinnamon-y scent. He blushed to himself, worried that if anyone caught wind of the fear that he would get yelled at and punished. He continued down the hall, this time faster than he had been before. He pushed open the door to the living room that he and his siblings were allowed to use. 

The twins were both sitting at the table, talking with each other about what had happened at school and their homework. Damn, did he wish that he could be doing the same thing. Fuyumi looked away from the paper in front of her, her brows knitting together with worry. “Touya? Are you okay?” 

“No,” he answered, his shoulders slumping forward again. Everything was horrible and awful, and it was only getting worse and worse as his life went on. He remembered at one point one of his teachers had told him that teenagers couldn’t believe that the world would get better because they were only in bad and have never been through bad to get back to good. While that may have been true for the rest of his classmates, it seemed like it was only bad for him. There was no good in his life and there never would be, not while he lived in the same world as his father. 

“Bro, what happened to your arms?” Natsuo asked, springing up from where he had been sitting and grabbing his older brother’s arms before he had a chance to hold them.

“Touya, please tell me that those weren’t made with a razor,” Fuyumi gasped, standing next to her twin brother and looking down at the wounds as well. They were no longer bleeding, but it was very evident that they were self-inflicted and not a mistake.

“They’re not from a razor,” he answered, looking down at them as well. Those scars are on my legs, he thought, shifting back and forth uncomfortably. He tried to get his arms back from his siblings, but he was far too skinny to be able to do so. He was just allowed to eat more he would be physically capable to defend himself, but no. He had to be thin and waifish.

“What happened? Why did you do this to yourself?” Fuyumi asked, her motherly tone coming out as it always did. She dropped his arm, placing her hands on her hips as she looked from his arms back up to his face. 

“I didn’t do it on purpose, it just kind of happened,” he answered, his voice slurred and casual now that he was in a place where he wouldn’t be hurt for being himself. “You two know about how Father is trying to make me a bride, right?”

“Yeah,” Natsuo said for both of the twins before they glanced at each other for a moment. 

“Did he do something to you?” Fuyumi asked, reaching forward and grabbing a hold on his arm, trying to make him meet her eyes. He continued to avert her, rolling his lip in between his teeth nervously before he spoke again.

“He didn’t do anything to me. Remember, he only hits Shouto because he’s trying to make him into the perfect alpha. He also didn’t use his Command on me today,” he rambled a bit, skirting around the real issue that was going on.

“Okay then, what happened?” she asked again, her tone gentle and loving and still firm and strong. That was the perfect description of Fuyumi after all. She was an unwavering field of snow, inviting and accepting but still dangerous if you went about playing the wrong way.

“He came and got me from where I had been studying and brought me into his office to tell me that I’m going to have to go on a date with a powerful alpha,” he mumbled, his words muddling and sticking together as he worried that if he said them it would make the situation more real.

“Your birthday is in a week,” Natsuo sighed. “Which means you’ll be legal to marry off, so Father is going to do it as soon as he can, isn’t he?” the white haired boy asked, his eyes turning sad and slightly misty. 

“Yeah,” he answered, running a hand through his bright red hair. That was another aspect about himself that he hated, though there were a lot of those. His hair reminded him every day that he was his father’s son and would forever be tied to him through the curse of his genetics. “God, I’m so scared,” he whispered, shutting his eyes tightly to keep from crying again.

“Why?” Shouto asked, his childish face peeking around the corner to look at his siblings. His heterochromic eyes glistened with confusion and the small bit of innocence and purity that he still had. Fuyumi sighed, bowing her head for a moment before she walked over to her little brother. She picked him up, placing him on her hip with the muscle that Touya envied. 

“Touya is going to have to go meet someone who is really scary and may hurt him,” she explained, her voice soft as she tried to make the situation as simple and easily understandable as she could. The younger boy, who was just barely understanding enough of the world around him to choose his own pronouns, frowned deeply.

“Why?” Shouto asked, his brows furrowing together as he tried to understand the situation at hand. 

“Because I’m an omega,” Touya answered. He walked over to Fuyumi, taking his little brother off her hip and sitting down on the nearby couch. He was so weak from his low-calorie diet that he couldn’t even hold the four-year-old up in the air for more than a couple seconds. “You’re an alpha, so you have to do other things when you get older, but I’m an omega so Dad thinks that my job is to have children and do work around the house.”

“Like Mom?” Shouto asked, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes for a moment.

“Yeah, like Mom,” he agreed. 

“What if we helped you run away? So that you didn’t have to go through this anymore. I hate seeing you be so weak when you obviously have the potential to be the exact same as us,” Natsuo hummed, tapping his chin as he thought about what they could do. 

“If I was going to run away, where would I go? There’s nowhere I know to go that he wouldn’t be able to find me,” Touya asked. His heart beat a bit faster in his chest as he thought about the prospect of getting to escape from his horrid cage of a life.

“Across town?” he offered with a small shrug. “There’s an omega shelter that you could stay at until you get a job and start living independently.”

“But I still have a week before I’m legal and if the cops found me they would just bring me back here,” he reasoned.

“Then why don’t you leave on your birthday? That will give us some time to get some things together for you so you’re not completely unready,” Fuyumi reasoned. Both of the boys paused for a moment, looking at her with baffled expressions.

“No offense, Yumi, but I never expected you to be on board with this plan,” Touya sighed. His heart softened in his chest as he realized how much his siblings really cared about him. 

“I’m not really on board with it, but I prefer this to watching you be raped and impregnated over and over again,” she explained, sitting down next to him and placing her hand on his knee. “I love you, Touya. I don’t want to see you get hurt all the time. I want you to be happy.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, trying to stop the tears that had taken refuge in his eyes as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

That settled it then. He would slowly get some things to help him live by himself and on the day of his birthday, he would run away from this Hell hole that he was forced to call home. In a week he would be free.