Class 1A

Omegas were practically a luxury in this world. They had basically always been seen as a Queen to an aunt colony, either being owned as a ‘pet’, or sent to a facility to make sure they could populate the world effectively. Now, seeing an omega in public was a sight rare enough to warrant a civilian hunt. And in the history of UA school, there had only been a very select few to be omegas. Even surviving as an omega in day to day life would be a struggle. Those who weren’t caught took illegal suppressants to prevent being found, and even when fully accepted there would be an unspoken bias against them. Now, the class was hosting a celebration party for another heavily successful mission, and Mina had even managed to bribe momo to manifest a few bottles of pink Whitney, even after bakugo’s complaints of how it was a stupid prissy drink. It was around 11 now and the energy was electrical. Mineta was flirting with a statue while Denki stood around a corner and recorded with his flash on and Kirishima snickered behind him. Tsuyu was struggling to focus her aim onto a single fly on the wall and taking multiple attempts at snatching it. Bakugo had taken Minas challenge (tactical de escalation) of taking enough shots to kill a horse and was leaned up against a doorframe. He was grumbling about something and had almost fallen off the doorframe five times now. Todoroki and Tokoyami were discussing nonsensical plot lines to bad movies and momo gave her input once every while, arms crossed but the most relaxed she’d been in ages. The only thing that was couldve ended the peaceful banter was the smell that pierced the air in an almost torturous manner. It creeped through the air slowly, but the amount of heads that snapped up at the speed they did was uncanny. “The fuck could that be,” a grumble came from Bakugo first, his posture stiffening noticeably as he looked around, eyes locking directly onto you. His mouth opened before he was cut off. “Youre right, it’s.. it’s sweet.” Uraraka would observe, looking around like a prairie dog on alert. “It’s nice.. I’ve only smelled it once, but goodness,” she waved the space in front of her face slightly, a light heat rushing up to her cheeks. “It’s heaven,” Minetas voice came through before he got a knock on the head by Sero. “You smell it everywhere.” Hed scold him before he looked up and clicked his tongue. “But it is weird, did anyone come in contact with one today?” Sero asked, the silent implication ringing through the air, even if he knew that was a chance close to none. “Highly unlikely, and this is.. too strong.” Iida observed, picking up the same curious tone. Everyone could feel the tension coming off in waves, and the weird feeling of soothed urgency amping as it did.