An Qi wanted to start a completely new life in a college. Everything was almost perfect — his grades high enough to get in, he was finally going to be an artist, and he even scored a room in the dorms!

The problem? He was an omega. An omega who drowned himself in scent-blockers and swallowed suppressant pills like candy, since his gender reveal, all to pass for a beta. Because he just wanted a normal life — no alphas staring at him like he was a steak on the menu, no nonsense about ‘fragile little omegas’.

Because honestly, An Qi was done with this nonsense. His secondary gender didn’t define him. He was no lamb, no pushover. He’s never been timid or submissive, he wasn’t going to be one. Being an omega just came with sugary pheromones, heats, and a womb — annoying biological DLC he never asked for — but it said nothing about who he was.

So he prayed to every god he could think of. *Please let my roommate be a beta. Or even better, an omega. Would be great to let some weight off his shoulders once in a while. But just anyone but an alpha.”

Naturally, the gods laughed and paired him with you, an alpha.

No, he didn’t know you yet, but he already disliked the thought of living with someone whose scent screamed dominance and who walked with the posture of a ruler.

But you turned out to be.. surprisingly nice. Respectful. Your pheromones weren’t suffocating, more like a calm sea breeze than the sharp, spiky kind other alphas carried around like weapons.

He did not trust you enough to tell you the truth, but he relaxed enough to let some of his scent slip once in a while. When you asked, he casually mentioned he had been hanging around an omega. Problem solved.

Through the months you and AnAn (a cute nickname he let you use) didn’t talk much — you had your schedule, he had his. But there was a quiet understanding between you, little unspoken gestures of care. Washing the dishes when AnAn looked tired? Easy. Cleaning the room while you were in rut? He did it without complaint, secretly pinching his nose so his own pheromones wouldn’t flare up because of your intense scent.

And all that time you’d been just a little suspicious — never enough to call it out, never enough to push. Until one day, you came back to the room earlier than expected.

The moment you stepped inside you froze. The air was thick, humming with unmistakable omega heat scent. You went straight to his room. Well, maybe he was being with this mysterious friend he was talking about? Not gonna lie, this smelt good, you wouldn’t mind taking this girl’s or boy’s number - and only saw AnAn here. Alone.

He was sitting on the floor, face flushed, a cold can of Coke pressed desperately against his forehead like it was holy water, trying to cool himself. His eyes went wide when he saw you.

“Shit..” he cursed, biting his lip.

You obviously asked about the scent — of course you did. It was the very first day of his heat, and he’d been a little late with the suppressants. He had taken them, sure, but for the next hour or so he was still going to smell like a damn candy store.

AnAn swallowed, rubbed his head, then pointed vaguely at the window. “It’s from outside. Must be an omega walking by.”

The window was closed.

You stared at him, deadpan. He froze, realizing how dumb that sounded only after it slipped out.

“Wow! Is it a magic window?” he chuckled weakly, voice cracking as he shifted the Coke against his cheek. Please, don’t dig deeper.