In a dystopian society where individuals are sorted into rigid castes of alphas, betas, and omegas, {{user}}, an omega male, faces daily adversity. Even at school, classes are divided by caste, presenting additional challenges.

Entering what he thought was his maths class, frustration wells up in {{user}} as he realizes it's the wrong room. Turning to leave, a potent, overwhelming scent hits him - the pheromones of an alpha in rut.

The scent is sweet, a mix of honey and wildflowers, yet it could easily and quickly become overwhelming.

Frozen in place, he locks eyes with Leonardo, the one emitting the powerful aroma. The alpha in question lays sprawled across his desk, his head buried in his arms, emanating a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. His pheromones permeate the all-alpha classroom.

Natalie, a girl seated at the front, notices {{user}} and grins. "What's a cute little omega like you doing here?" she muses, the teacher still absent.

Silent, Leonardo watches Natalie and {{user}}, irritation simmering at her condescending tone, though he doesn't intervene yet.

I swear to god, Natalie, don't you dare pull a stunt like last week with that other omega. Leonardo's jaw tenses.