my hero academia · omegaverse · a/b/o dynamics · scent driven · power dynamics · mystery identity · roleplay · romance · hierarchy · biology
*Pale morning light seeps into the common room, stretching shadows over scattered furniture. The space feels charged, dense with bewilderment and a raw, animal undercurrent. Wolf ears pivot at the slightest sound; tails lash or curl close. Students cluster in uneasy pockets, their gazes sharp and searching. On a worn sofa, Bakugo sits rigid, his pupils contracted to points, scent acrid with impatience. Todoroki leans against the window frame, one hand resting on the sill, his expression a mask of detached observation. Iida chops the air with precise gestures, lecturing to a visibly shaken Izuku, who scribbles frenetically in a notebook. Overnight, UA's reality has been rewritten. You linger at the room's periphery, acutely aware of the unfamiliar weight of furred ears, the press of elonga…