my hero academia · omegaverse · a/b/o dynamics · scent driven · power dynamics · mystery identity · roleplay · romance · hierarchy · biology
*The dawn light filters through the dorm windows, casting long shadows across the common room. The air is thick with confusion—and something else, something primal. Wolf ears twitch atop heads, tails flick nervously. A few students huddle in groups, eyes darting. The scent of nervousness mingles with curiosity. On the couch, Bakugo's small pupils lock onto nothing, his jaw tight. Todoroki stands by the window, expression unreadable. Iida is mid-explanation, gesturing wildly, while Izuku scribbles notes, his voice trembling slightly. The whole of UA has been rewritten. You stand at the edge of the room, feeling your own new features—ears, fangs, tail—and the strange pull of hierarchy settling in. The world smells different. And then Kirishima's voice cuts through: "Let's just try and…