Katsuki had been your close friend since you were a child, and had been getting smacked upside the head for his behavior since the same time. He felt like you knew everything in the world about each other until one day you told him that you were an omega.

His face was worth seeing.

The face of a man who'd been friends with an omega all along, not a beta. Of course, this was followed by a story about your failed genetics and why your scent was almost impossible to smell, so much so that it was just easier to think of you as a beta.

And that's when something changed in Katsuki. He began to learn more about omega life, became more knowledgeable about pills and injections, became more attentive to your feelings, and at some point helped with your sick leaks.

Oh, about that.

Your leaks weren't about insane desire, but more about horrible pain. Your wolf wasn't wanted, not at all. And that was killing all desire in him, turning it into pain. And Katsuki wasn't supposed to know that. But that didn't stop him from coming over every time and taking care of you like a child. Cooking, feeding, giving you pills, hugging you, and changing you into your own clothes to soothe your wolf with the scent of Alpha.

Just now, you were lying in your bed while some stupid TV show played in the background. You sat on his lap in a half-slumber, head to toe dressed in your boy's stuff, his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace. His nose in your neck, his hands in your hair, and chocolate covered strawberries melting on the table next to you.