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You hate your second gender. It made you stand out in a way you didn't like.
You didn’t want to be a rogue omega. You hated being treated like some prize to be won, even at a young age. You did not sign up to be hated by other omegas, to be pursued by alphas with fervour, or to be hypersensitive to every scent you smell. You especially didn't ask to resign yourself to a dominant Alpha who was just going to treat you like some toy and nothing more.
Maybe we should backtrack a bit.
Second genders have been around since the existence of mankind. It was an uncomplicated way of determining your place in society. Alphas were leaders; Betas were the middle ground and kept the peace; and Omegas were to play house and not have an opinion. It was as simple as that, and for a while, no one had any objections. That didn’t carry on forever, although it did take years for the hierarchy to shift even with time.
That was until quirks were introduced. Alphas, Betas, and Omegas found equality with each other, with the latter two getting more respect and recognition as time passed. A few years ago, a new change happened that no one expected or even saw coming. Quirks started to ingrain themselves into DNA and alter a/b/o dynamics, creating two new genders in the span of a few years. Scientists were thrown for a loop as they began researching the new anomaly in dynamics.
Rogue Omegas and Dominant Alphas.
The two strongest and most feared genders. Receiving this gender as an eight-year-old meant that that child's life would change forever, as they knew it. You couldn’t see it right off the bat most of the time, but as time progresses, the signs usually present themselves. It is said that those with the dynamic show a higher sense of maturity and intelligence despite their age or personality. It isn’t a complete shift, but the signs are clear enough.
Either gender didn’t particularly need a partner to live or feel complete. Some reported a dullness in their lives, but other than that, they were perfectly functional. Any emotions were personality-wise, and nothing they did was driven by instinct or emotion. At times, it would be dangerous if they did, but luckily, ignoring those urges never posed a threat to their physical or mental health. In short, rouge omegas and dominant alphas were the superhumans of the omegaverse.
As they approach adolescence, they differ in strength, mindset, and ability as natural-born leaders and merciless fighters. A dominant alpha is feared by all, while a rogue omega is sought after by all—a king-and-queen dynamic is a simple way of putting it. Some have reported feeling the urge to bow while in the presence of these genders, and while those claims are unlikely, it still makes your stomach curl in distaste. No other gender can satiate their cycles; rogue omegas are repulsed by normal alphas, and dominant alphas can send omegas into unconsciousness with how feral they are. Suppressing their cycles is common, but it often causes mental weakness, so satisfaction by mating is best.
This means the only true compatible mate you could ever have was an alpha who would only be attracted to you due to genetics. And if you didn’t, you’d slowly lose your mind to your urges.
You despised it.
It’s exactly why you went to great lengths to hide your true self from the world. Alphas tearing down your door and Omegas giving you the stink eye wherever you went were more than enough encouragement. Scent patches became your life, and soon enough, it was an unavoidable habit, a routine you had followed since you were nine. With that being said, suppressants have been your best friends since middle school as well, with your puberty coming in swiftly. Your parents disagreed for a while, but they eventually let you be, watching you go out of your way to make sure no one knew about your real second gender, with the exception being them, a few trusted friends, and your trusted family physician. All your heats were tracked, and you only hooked up with an alpha twice a year for medical reasons. It was a little uncomfortable, but it worked for you.
It was perfectly okay with you to be that odd Omega who is single and to live a life filled with ease doing your ideal job.
It made you feel safe, and that was more than you could ask for.
"Oi! Are you awake there?" Mei chirped with a grin, a look in her eyes you knew all too well. You blinked away the remnants of your daydream and shook your head. With a small groan, you stretch your arms into the air. The sound of cracking joints is heard over the whirring and beeping of other gadgets. Mei is dressed to the nines, swapping her usual tank top and sweatpants for a cute navy blue dress with a simple pair of black pumps. She did not dress up often, and you gave her outfit a little chirp of appreciation.
You graduated from UA a few years ago before starting up a business with Mei Hatsume, a crazy tech whiz who you clicked with very well despite your withdrawn nature growing up. Growing your business with her was a rollercoaster, to put it simply, but there was no one else you would rather have by your side in all of it. And because of her familiarity with hero gadgets and up-and-coming heroes, you had your fair share of Pro Hero interactions daily. You never really spoke with them as often as Mei, though. Most of them were alphas, and you were content with adjusting their gear from the sidelines and talking with their sidekicks whenever they dropped by.
“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” She pouted, poking you in the head with her index finger and swivelling your chair around to face her. You swatted her with an ungraceful snort, glancing at the project you had forgotten about due to your daydreaming. You knew what she said—a weird talent of yours was being able to listen to others while completely lost in your mind. It had nothing to do with your actual quirk, but it was useful nonetheless.
“You mean the bit about the crazy night you’re about to have once you leave, or the part about the gadget pickup you absolutely can’t reschedule for the fifth time?” You snorted, swivelling back around to face your desk.
You snapped the hull of your machine back into place with precise skill, satisfied with the work you had gotten done for the day. Mei flashed you a small grin and bounded out the door, throwing you a two-finger salute as the doors shut behind her. She knew your distrust of alphas, but she assured you that you could trust them, having made the support item for one of them. Besides, it wasn’t as if you couldn’t take them anyway if push came to shove. You worked in a support hero shop, and the place was laced with traps of all sorts—your area of expertise. She was also someone you trusted with your secret, and for someone who couldn’t keep her mouth shut for anything, she was very good at lying on your behalf.
“You need to have a sex life to chastise me on mine, babe! See you on Monday!” She called out, and just like that, she was gone. Leaving you alone with a single job to do before you could go home and curl up alone at home. And while that does sound depressing from an outside point of view, it was the highlight of your week considering who you worked with. The shop was a great and fun place, but with your heightened sense of smell and hearing, it was nice to curl up at home without a single unfamiliar scent or sound to keep you alert. Peaceful was the perfect word for it.
Collecting your work bag, phone, and a small grey case, you made your way to the door separating your lab from the main lobby—void of any of your employees, interns, or customers. The quiet atmosphere made you purr softly to yourself. You enjoyed your job and all, but there was something so calming about standing in the empty lobby of a place you and your best friend built together. As you stood there, your mind wandered about who was coming to pick up the new mechanical scent blockers you had made, suspecting Deku or Shoto since they came in often for small things like this.
It was your very own design and had quickly become a brand name for your shop, aside from Hero Gear. Shoto was your first big customer with the gadget, and he surprisingly gave a very good review, and it took off. Many objected to the idea of a mechanical as opposed to a medical scent blocker, but you assured everyone that they were battery-powered and did not affect fast movements, scents, or quirks. You had tried to wear it yourself a few times, but it was heavier than you thought. You made a micro version for yourself for work, but it died quickly after hours, hence why you weren’t wearing it now.
The buzzer went off, piercing through your thoughts, and you tapped a button on your phone to release the door. When the unnamed client, or rather, clients, walked through the front door, you almost pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
Standing in your lobby, one with a menacing scowl and the other with a smile that rivalled pure sunshine, were Dynamight and Red Riot themselves. Sure, heroes came in for tune-ups and the occasional gadget pick-up, but those two always sent their sidekicks in their stead. It looked like they had just finished patrol, their hero suits still snug and slightly dirty on their bodies. You remember gushing to Mei several times about how you would kill to see the blueprints for their gear and suits, only having Dynamight's high school blueprints to look at, which were very outdated by now. Mei had to uphold client confidentiality, so she, unfortunately, couldn’t show you the more recent designs, but she subtly bounced ideas on you, so you had a vague idea.
You stood there for a second, gaping at your literal dream clients, feeling like a fish out of water. They glanced around for a second before Red Riot caught your eye and made his way over to you with cheery air around him, Dynamite lingering behind with quiet discontent. You could feel his vermilion eyes trail over your uniform, and for some reason, you felt nervous. Sure, the t-shirt and sweatpants covered in oil and sweat weren’t very appealing, but you were a mechanic. If you were going to sit in a chair for hours on end, you were going to be comfortable.
“Hey, you’re Mei’s co-partner, right? Hatsume said we were supposed to ask you for our new scent blockers." Red Riot asked, throwing in your name for good measure to make sure.
You nodded with a tiny smile and handed the case over to Red Riot. Dynamite, now interested, stood next to him and peered over his shoulder into the briefcase. The scent blockers didn’t look too special design-wise, they were meant to be concealed anyway, but they had a lot of upkeep, so the essentials sat inside along with the standard manual. You were standing pretty close to them, and your eyes fell on the translucent patches on their necks. Your omega started pacing around in your head, assessing them closely, a habit they picked up a few years back when you first started looking for potential mates to satiate your mother’s pleas. It never worked out, so they were always on edge around new faces. Even if you didn’t feel particularly threatened, you could feel your fangs dropping in your mouth, and you sighed quietly.
While the two alphas surveyed the items, talking quietly amongst themselves, your eyes remained glued to the patches on their necks. You knew that if you pulled them off, their scents would immediately fill the room and your senses. Your tongue suddenly felt heavy in your mouth as your eyes traced the edges of the patches, the lights from above making them shimmer like sweat on their skin.
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I wanna lick them so bad... I bet they have great scents too~
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You coughed in surprise for a second and averted your gaze from them in a hurry. Red Riot gave you a concerned look, Dynamite with curiosity, but you waved them off, giving them a halfhearted smile. You subtly walked around the receptionist's desk and ducked like you were searching for something as a cover so you could mentally scold your inner self. It was weird, but it was an unspoken fact that some omegas and alphas could do.
Again, weird, but not so weird.
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What the hell was that?
What was what?
Don’t play dumb; you can't just say stuff like that and expect me to not freak out!
Oh, you mean how they probably smell good? What about it?
What about—what about it? You haven’t shown interest in anyone since the incident, and now you’re talking about getting cosy with two alphas you met less than five minutes ago? Not one, but two?
Oh, would you relax? It was just a thought; I’m not stupid—I know better than to throw myself at an alpha, never mind one I just met. Plus, you can’t tell me you're not a little curious about them yourself.
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You scoffed at their words, but if you were being honest with yourself, curiosity was nipping at your heels. Judging by their size and the scent blockers they ordered, you knew that their scents had to be heavy and thick. You wondered what they would smell like and how you would react to the smell, and it made your fingers twitch at your sides. You had an idea—a stupid one, but hey, it was worth a shot.
“I can turn on the fans real quick if you want to test them out i You spoke up suddenly. They looked up from their conversation, and you pulled out your phone and motioned towards the overhead fans to show you were serious. They agreed—well, at least Red Riot agreed. Dynamite just gave a dismissive grunt and a nod. You turned on the lobby fan on a low setting with the press of a button, and your eyes were once again trained on their necks as they pulled their blockers off. If your assumptions were right, their scents would be heavy enough for you to catch a whiff of them. If it wasn’t appealing to you, then so be it, but if they were...
You weren’t sure. You weren’t going to walk over and ask either of them out; that was certain, but you still needed to know. A part of you felt desperate. Maybe it was the dry spell you were going through, but you needed something to get you through the weekend.
As you struggled through your internal mental dilemma, the light smell of hot spices and caramel, melting marshmallows, and a hint of sea salt filled your nose and made your heart beat loudly in your ears. Burnt cherry, redwood, and red velvet frosting caused your omega to purr softly, and the smell left a metallic taste in your mouth.
Or maybe, due to your excited omega, you were just biting your tongue to keep from chirping up a storm.
You had to shove your hands into your pockets to stop them from shaking, and from the images suddenly flashing through your head, you weren’t sure your sanity would make it. You were thankful that the blockers kicked in immediately, cutting off the source of their scents and allowing you to breathe. They clamped down on the scent glands, smoothing out against their skin and adjusting to their pH level instantly. The fan overhead quickly snuffed out their scents, but if you focused hard enough, you could still smell them now. You shook your head to clear your mind and walked up to them for feedback like a normal person, hoping they didn’t notice.
“They work like a charm! Thanks!” Red Riot spoke up, flashing his signature grin at you, while Dynamite just nodded absentmindedly. He looked lost in thought, and the way he was just staring at you made you slightly nervous. It was almost like he was sizing you up, but not for a fight. His eyes were unreadable, and you found yourself in a staring match. Red Riot noticed his friend’s odd quietness and nudged his shoulder, which caused the explosion hero to scowl at him and break eye contact.
“Come on, dude, say thanks! They stayed up late on a Friday to meet up with us, you know!” Red Riot said, glancing at you with an apologetic look.
“Thanks….” He grumbled out, grabbing the briefcase and nodding at you. You gave a nod and gave a little smile.
“You’re welcome, Dynamite. You too, Red Riot. It’s an honour to even meet with you guys anyway.” You said it quietly, turning off the fan and slipping your phone back into your pocket.
“Please, Kirishima is fine! And I’m sure Bakubro wouldn’t mind you calling him Bakugou, right buddy!” He said this, turning to his partner with a smile that could rival the sun. He grunted in response and turned to leave without saying a word. You didn’t blame him; it was getting pretty late. It was a wonder Kirishima was so chipper at 11 p.m. on a Friday.
“Okay...Kirishima. Have a good night.” You said goodbye, waving to their retreating figures. As the door shut behind them and their footsteps became farther and farther away, your mind began racing with a bunch of questions that you had no answers to.
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Well, damn, they’re hot and smell good. Jack fucking pot~
You’re not helping, you know.
I wasn't trying to. I can't wait to sink my fangs into them, though.
Keep dreaming. That is not going to happen.
You’re no fun~
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With a groan of annoyance, you walked out of the lobby and locked the front doors behind you, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You stood on the steps of your office, sending your location to Mei before setting off towards the company car. You drove it more than Mei but it was legally company property, so it was normally parked next to the building. As you slid into the driver’s seat, took a deep breath, and placed your head against the steering wheel, your mind began to wander.
Even if they were what you think they are, it didn’t matter. You would never have to be around them enough, so there was no reason to get so worked up. You’re tired, vulnerable, and a little off your game, but it’s fine.
You don’t have to worry about them anymore. Besides, it was never worth getting mixed up with heroes anyway; you were fine with what you had.
A small ping sounded from your phone, breaking your thoughts. You pulled it out to see a text from Mei; you were a little surprised she had the time or energy to reply at all.
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God damn it, Mei.