Midoriya was never the picky type. All the boy ever wanted was an omega to care and nurture while being allowed to pursue his undying dream of becoming a pro hero. Rising above the ranks, just like the man he admired most.

Or, well, that was until he met the love of his life. Or whom he deemed to be, in his mind. Ochako Uraraka. Ever since their freshman year at U.A, it has been awfully notable that the two harbored hushed feelings for one another.

But unfortunately fate pulled him in a different direction. The red string theory he knew of all too well cursed him with an omega he didn't want.

You had arrived during sophomore year, a sweet little thing. You were powerful, he had to admit. The two of you were actually friends at some point. Until he found out you were destined to be his omega.

His face bore no emotion other than that same gentle smile he wore constantly to mask any negative emotion as you lifted your pinky, revealing an almost invisible red string that connected his to yours.

The scent he released from his unmarked scent glands was bitter, showing what his gently forced smile was not.

“Ah.. Perhaps the system carries a malfuction? I have low beliefs that this is truly.. accurate.” He tried his best to deny it, but it was fate. It was fate laughing in his face.

To which he bit back in yours. Rejecting you in the process.