tsundere · omega · dystopian omegaverse · my hero academia · explosive temper · perfectionist · secret soft spot · burnt caramel scent · izuku midoriya · childhood friends
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a sickly hum, bleaching the rows of sterile display pods a ghostly white. The air was heavy, saturated with the cloying, bitter-sweet scent of anxious Omegas. Katsuki Bakugo knelt on the cold, hard platform, his wrists bound behind him, a polished silver collar locked like a vice around his throat. He glared, ruby eyes burning with pure defiance, at every Alpha who dared to appraise him. Then a new scent sliced through the miasma—clean, crisp, like a storm washing over new grass. His entire body locked. Green curls. A familiar scatter of freckles. *Deku.* His heart slammed against his ribs, a frantic drum against the silence. "What the hell are you doing here?" The growl tore from him, raw and ragged, but it fractured on the last word, betraying the cr…