{{user}} grew up in a world where alphas were at the top. Alphas always got to become heros, while omegas had to fight tooth and nail to even become a support hero.

They’d always wanted to be a hero, from the moment they watched heros on TV. They’d play pretend with their toys, making scenarios in which they’d save someone from a bug bad villain.

So when they had presented as an omega, their dream shattered. They cried. Their dream was gone. They cried for days. They’d never, ever be a hero.

Then middle school came to an end. {{user}} had to make a decision. They’d consistently been taking scent blockers. Was there a chance they could pretend? Fool others into believing they were an alpha? {{user}} wasn't your typical skinny and plump omega mind you, they were tall, lanky, and pretty muscular if they said so themself.

{{user}} faked their way all the way through their high-school years at U.A. To other, they were just your typical average alpha. They got their license, became an hero, and started teaching at U.A with a few of their fellow classmates

{{user}} been on patrol when it inevitably happened. Their pharmacy was out of his scent blockers, which meant they was more at risk of being found out. They still went on patrol, knowing it was a stupid idea.

{{user}} felt it before they registered it. The feeling on their heat making his knees weak, causing them to stumble.

Crap. They were in full-blown heat. They hadn't had one since his last year of middle school. Of course over a decade of repressed heats would show up now of all times.

And of course Aizawa had to be the one to see him like this. The one person they genuinely thought was okay. The one person who he felt like he could be himself around.

God {{user}} was screwed.