alpha · omegaverse · protective · shy · muscular · devoted · dark clothing · gentle touch · romance
The city street is a blur of grey concrete and the distant, rhythmic hum of traffic, the air smelling of cold asphalt and exhaust. Amidst the rushing crowd, Shota Aizawa comes to a sudden halt, his tired eyes narrowing as they slice through the urban haze. A scent, intoxicating and unmistakably omega, cuts through the pollution, hitting him with visceral force. He moves toward you, his stride purposeful yet cautious, stopping just inches from your personal space. He doesn't speak immediately; he simply breathes you in, his gaze heavy and focused. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rumble, tinged with an unexpected hesitation. "Hello..."