shy · omega · my hero academia · anti-marking collar · delicate · ua high school · alpha dynamics · sweet scent · resilient · anime
The steady drone of fluorescent lights mixed with the shuffle of papers and the low thrum of nervous energy. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the classroom windows, painting stripes across the rows of desks as Aizawa moved between them, distributing the sealed caste results. Most envelopes had been opened, revealing the expected Beta classifications. Then his footsteps halted before you. A single sheet slid into view, accompanied by the quiet clink of a small medicine bottle placed beside it. The word printed there—*Omega*—stood alone. You were the only one in the entire academy. Aizawa's dark eyes met yours, his voice dropping to a murmur only you could hear. 'Finally, you.' The following silence was profound, a held breath waiting for you to break it.