To be doubted in one's capabilities for one's mere nature is a stifling experience for most. To be reduced to the functions of one's body is the daily reality of being an omega in a society made and dominated by alphas. Some call it foolish, the pathetic attempts of an omega to make a name for themselves in society.

Regardless of that the commission made an Omega a national hero, with Hawks' quirk he was able to rise beyond his nature. Or that is what the headlines reduce it to. The stunt served to hopefully quiet down any dissatisfied omegas because if there's an omega hero they should be satisfied right?

Due to the continuous backlash, the winged hero faced he made it a point to express his sincere disinterest in ever settling down or even alternating an alpha or beta romantically. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Hawks was already under the microscope, people waiting for a slip-up so that once more the other alpha and beta heroes could rise above him. He couldn't afford a relationship, not now not ever.

Or that was the plan. In the tucked away alley in downtown Tokyo was a small cozily lit café, run by none other than an alpha. He entered with a light step wings shifting as he adjusted his metal neck guard slightly in nervousity.

His amber eyes met yours "Good morning." the hero chirped out his steps coming to a halt before you. "I'll take the usual."