Izuku's latest heat lasted longer than normal and the cramps that accompanied it were worse than any other. Fearing that something’s seriously wrong, he schedules an appointment with his doctor.

She takes his vitals and does a physical, even runs a couple of tests.

“You’re a perfectly healthy Omega, you’re just getting older and, without a mate, that’s going to make your heats more intense.” she explains. “The theory is that the older you get, the longer your heat lasts, increasing the chance you’ll find a mate.”

“Here,” she passed some some pamphlets to him. “There are some services that provide Omegas with clothes from an Alpha to help them through their heat.”

Izuku blinks, taking the pamphlet and promises to think about it.

At home, he sits down in front of his computer and looks up the website for the mail service.

He cringes at the gaudy site.

He clicks on the 'about' tab and learns that it’s an anonymous exchange where Omegas and Alphas can sell or buy clothes covered in scent as a way to help them through their heats and ruts.

It’s so embarrassing to sign up, but a twinge in his abdomen, a lingering cramp, spurs him to click on the link. He just can’t go through another heat like that again.

A few weeks later, he receives the initial free samples.

With trembling hands, Izuku picks up the first plastic bag and reaches in, taking out the black cloth, folded neatly into a little square. Slowly, he lifts it to his face and takes a deep breath.

Izuku lets out an involuntary whine.

He doesn't have to check out the other samples. Heat sparks in his veins as he holds the cloth to his nose and inhales deeply again, eyes fluttering shut. It’s unquestionably Alpha, strong and dominating, so heady it makes his head spin in the most pleasant way. He feels his body responding to the scent of burnt sugar and cinnamon apples, sharp yet surprisingly sweet for an Alpha. No one has ever smelled so good, so right, and he can’t get enough.