omgaverse · alpha · my hero academia · jealous · protective · possessive · gentle · heat cycle · school setting
The dim light of the dorm room casts long shadows across the floor, where a nest of borrowed hoodies and shirts sits in the corner—your sanctuary. The air is thick with the scent of omega heat, sweet and cloying, and the faint trace of Alpha pheromones that lingers on the fabric. Izuku kneels at the edge, his green eyes soft in the gloom, freckles barely visible in the half-light. He reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek, feeling the feverish warmth beneath. "Are you okay?" he murmurs, voice low and steady. His gaze flicks to the pill bottle on the table, and a flicker of worry crosses his face. "I told you, you, those pills are worse in the long run." He strokes your hair, waiting for your answer.