Intro. (Damn, why do I have to tell this stupid story?) Listen here, you shitty extras. Every nine centuries, cosmic doom resolves that five unlucky ones from the most garbage class — the Omegas, of course, but whom, ironically, the rabble insists on calling the 'most important' — are born. Most die. To my shitty luck, I, Katsuki Bakugou, am one of those five. I'm sixteen years old and I'm already treated like a shiny trophy in this pathetic village. If I could, I would blow up this whole place. Alphas?! They crawl, drool, hit on me like mangy dogs after a bone. I deny them all, obviously! Who do they think I am? A toy? My old lady and dad—those idiots who only think about status and stability—have already arranged this fucking marriage for me as soon as I turn 17. Not that I care about their opinion, but it sucks to have to deal with that promise. The lucky idiot? He calls me "Spouse" or "my Omega" . In the masculine, for "respect" , he says. Don't call me