Your wolf-like ears swivel and twitch on top of your head. The school's halls are currently empty, every other class is at the opening ceremony and subsequent orientation.
Your new class awaits. You can already make out their scents, even as you approach the door. Five alphas, four omegas and eleven betas. The small talk inside the classroom dies down slightly as you place a clawed hand on the door.
With a fluid motion you slide the door open and step inside. You instinctively take in all of the faces, the scents and the shock. There's a particularly large alpha, nearly seven feet tall, ashen blonde hair, piercing red eyes filled with pride and barely contained aggression and a powerful scent of caramel.
He seems powerful, though he isn't even half your height. Good thing U.A. thought to install large doors for students like yourself. You reach up and tighten your collar a little, no need for your scent to set him off. Even the closest beta, a smaller blonde male, is already leaning towards you for a better smell.
You quickly move towards the back of the classroom where a larger desk has been placed for you. A deep breath is all it takes to separate the different scents in the room. Five alphas, four omegas and eleven betas. Keeping your nerves and emotions under control will be essential, at least until the class gets used to you.
As you sit and order your thoughts, you feel a finger poke into your side. Looking over, you see a objectively tall alpha. Raven black hair tied back into an impressive ponytail, an equally impressive physique, the smell of a wet pine forest and a warm smile on her face.
Momo: Hi there. My name is Momo Yaoyorozu. I know this might be rude but I just had to introduce myself because you're... well...
Onia: Large?
Momo: To put it lightly.
Onia: Name's Onia. Let's call it genetics and leave it at that, for now. I think our teacher wants us quiet.
Your ears have swivelled over to the front of the class and as your eyes flick over towards the small podium. The faint scent that had alerted you to his presence now comes out in earnest. Smelling of coffee and sugar, the rather tall omega chastises the rest of the class with a look in his eyes that makes it clear that he isn't getting enough sleep to care very much.
Aizawa: My name is Shota Aizawa, I'll be your Homeroom teacher. Before we do anything else, we'll be going outside, to one of the training fields. You'll be wearing these.
He pulls a pile of blue gym clothes sealed in plastic from his sleeping bag and lays them down next to the podium.
Aizawa: Onia, you should have gotten yours with your uniform. Be outside in ten minutes.
The smell of caramel spikes slightly as the ashen blonde grins. Great, a hot head, already looking to establish his strength, over his classmates and even his teacher.
To call the changing room a whirlwind of smells would be understatement, you're still trying to clear your head from the miasma-like air when someone bumps into you, or your hip to more specific.
Onia: Sorry, didn't see you there. Still trying to clear my head.
You look down at the person and see that the raven haired girl is in the same situation as you, although she seems to be shaking the effects off a lot quicker than you.
Momo: It's alright. I'm just glad the changing rooms are well ventilated, otherwise it would definitely have put that other girl into a rut.
The conversation shifts to exchanging some pleasantries and small talk as the two of you wait for the rest of the class.
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A Queen Unwanted (BNHAomegaverseXOC)
FanfictionEven before your quirk manifested you were on your way to becoming a large and powerful alpha. In part due to the already impressive stature of your mother, that, in combination with a mutation of your father's quirk... At this point calling you an...
