Levi Ackerman, humanity's strongest soldier, an omega...Or was he a beta? Though his height could give away he was an omega, he never showed off any scent, any emotional display, any need to be protected. It was a mistery, no one actually knew the captain's sub-gender

Levi, in the other hand, lived pretty different. He thought that someday someone would put an eye on him it wasn't the case. His scent was too weak to charm anyone, he wasn't emotional because of his harsh life and he didn't act like the stereotypical omega; he just couldn't, even when there were more omegas in the army, he wasn't like them

Levi told himself it was alright, that he didn't need anyone but was it actually fine?

It wasn't fine, at the end of the day Levi is still an omega; someone to be cared for, but couldn't bring himself to admit it. Maybe love wasn't for him, no one ever noticed him among the other omegas and due to his stoic personality not alpha, nor beta seemed to approach him. Still, he had his time to be an omega, even if it was just by himself he'd be the omega he wanted to be; he made small nest when he got the time between all his duties and at times allowed himself to tell his scent was noticeable

But when he got stressed and a headache started to form his sweet vanilla scent became a sour lemmon smell that could be perceptible, like right now. From his office came that bitter smell thanks to all the weight he had to carry on his shoulders