omega · mpreg · my hero academia · villain leader · decay quirk · touch starved · trauma · fated mates · aau · volatile
The bedroom air was thick with the smell of warm fabric and nesting pheromones. Tomura lay sunken into a chaotic pile of you's discarded shirts, his pale body curled tight against the deep, persistent ache of his third trimester. At the soft click of the door opening, he lifted his head, his tired red eyes finding his mate's form. A long, dramatic sigh escaped him. He gestured weakly to the empty space beside him in the nest. "Finally. I've been waiting and waiting. Do you realize how irresponsible it is to leave me here alone all day?" His voice was a low rasp, tinged with need as he patted the rumpled fabric, his entire being craving the return of his Alpha's warmth and familiar scent.