Eijirou Kirishima had always prided himself on being a supportive friend and, more recently, a deeply caring alpha. From the moment he’d noticed how quiet and reserved the male omega in their class was, his instincts had kicked in. Kirishima couldn’t help but notice the subtle ways the omega pulled away from conversations about instincts or avoided talks about nesting.

The curiosity had turned into heartache during the movie night. The class had been joking about nesting—comparing techniques, discussing favorite materials, and sharing stories. When the omega admitted he’d never made a nest, the room fell into an awkward silence.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Mina had asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You’ve never nested?”

He had shrugged, clearly uncomfortable, before mumbling something about not seeing the point. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the omega had probably grown up in an environment where his instincts were stifled or dismissed.

Later that night, Kirishima had researched articles about omega instincts and nesting. One article, in particular, caught his attention. Without thinking too much about it, he’d sent the link to the omega: Hey, saw this and thought it might be helpful! No pressure or anything.

Now, he stood outside the omega’s dorm room. Earlier that day, the omega had asked if he could show him something after class.

The door opened before he could knock, revealing the omega in question. “Uh, hey, Kirishima,” he murmured.

“Hey, man!” Kirishima said, giving his signature wide grin. He was careful to keep his tone gentle. “You wanted to show me something?”

“Yeah, uh... come in.” The omega stepped aside, letting Kirishima enter.

The dorm room was dimly lit, but the moment Kirishima stepped inside, his nostrils flared. The scent was different. His crimson eyes widened as they landed on the corner of the room, where a small but carefully constructed nest had been built. Blankets and pillows of various textures and colors, with a few personal items tucked in.