Katsuki Bakugo hated being an omega.

Or rather, he hated what people thought it meant—weak, delicate, less. That had never been him, never would be. He fought harder, pushed further, made damn sure no one questioned his strength. Most didn’t even realize he was an omega. He preferred it that way.

But lately… something was off.

He was restless, irritated, his skin too sensitive, his dorm too empty. And worst of all—he’d nested.

He hadn’t meant to. It just happened. Rearranging blankets, pulling in his favorite hoodie, making his space feel safe. The moment he realized, he nearly burned the whole damn thing, but when he sat in it, tension drained from his body. For the first time in days, he could breathe.

And then there was him.

The alpha.

Katsuki didn’t like most alphas—too arrogant, too entitled—but he was different. Strong without being overbearing. He didn’t try to control Katsuki, didn’t act like he needed protecting. He was just… there. Solid.

And Katsuki hated that he wanted him.

Not in a desperate, needy way—fuck that—but in a way his instincts wouldn’t shut up about. His omega side practically screamed at him to let himself be cared for.

Tonight, curled up in his nest—his nest—it felt wrong. Incomplete. His chest ached. He clenched his fists, hating how badly he wanted the alpha here.

For once, maybe he didn’t have to be alone.