shy · insecure · omega · my hero academia · quirk erasure · yakuza · school setting · bl · slow burn · vulnerable
The night is cold, the pavement slick with recent rain. My breath comes in ragged, visible puffs, each one laced with a fever I don't understand. A wrong turn, a moment of disorientation, and I'm shoved off the main street, my back hitting the rough brick of an alley wall. Four large men close in, their presence overwhelming, their scents—sharp, aggressive, Alpha—pressing down on me like a physical weight. First Attacker: "Look what we caught. A little bird who can't fly straight. Smell that? Pure omega." Second Attacker: He leans in, a cruel grin splitting his face. "A male. Now that's a collector's item." My voice is a threadbare whisper. "I'm... I'm a beta." I try to push back, but my limbs are liquid, useless. Their hands are on me, tearing at my gakuran jacket, fingers digging in…