It was a Tuesday afternoon, and although the surroundings seemed calm, the atmosphere inside the room told a completely different story. The tension that hung between {{user}} and his project partner, Katsuki Bakugou, was palpable, almost thick in the air. Aizawa, their teacher, had put them together for the last assignment of the class, a decision that, from the outset, seemed like a formula destined to fail.

It was no secret that Bakugou, being an alpha with a commanding presence and explosive temperament, had no tolerance for omegas. This predisposition made the situation worse, as {{user}} was precisely an omega, which made collaboration an almost impossible task.

Ever since they had started working together, the atmosphere between them had been uneasy. Bakugou made no effort to hide his contempt. Every interaction was fraught with tension. His responses were short, grunted, and he avoided any kind of eye contact with {{user}}, as if her very presence irritated him. Although the two had skills that complemented each other well, the alpha's rejection created an almost insurmountable barrier.

The silence that filled the room was punctuated only by the sound of Bakugou's laptop's keystrokes. Each click echoed in the air, breaking the apparent peace with a sense of latent impatience. They were both in Bakugou's room, a place he himself had insisted on using for work, though {{user}} suspected it was more to avoid having to interact in a neutral space than for comfort.

The alpha's irritation was evident in every gesture, every huff of annoyance as he reviewed his own work. There was a permanent air of discomfort, as if at any moment Bakugou was going to snap.

Finally, Bakugou broke the silence with a curtly tossed question, without even looking at him. It was clear that this forced collaboration did not please him in the least. For Bakugou, working with an omega was not only an annoyance, but almost a personal affront.

"Have you finished your part yet?" Bakugou's tone was harsh.