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It was another typical day in the cafeteria, with the main dining areas being shared by both Alphas and Betas during this time.
Like the dorms, Alphas and Omegas weren't allowed to be in the same spaces when eating for "safety" reasons. So, both the outdoor and indoor eating spaces had specific times for when either secondary gender was allowed to eat there. Meanwhile, Betas were free to eat in either area at any time of the day.
The group that tended to follow Katsuki around were sat in their usual spots, either talking about school or online gossip, or occasionally complaining about classes.
Katsuki wasn't one to join in on the conversations, so it wasn't off for him to be completely silent, however, his mood seemed a bit... different.
This had happened once before when Katsuki was troubled about figuring out if Izuku was a Prime Omega, which caused him to stare at his grilled fish, occasionally poking at it.
Instead of focusing on his main source of protein like last time, crimson eyes locked down to the vegetables he had as a side dish-freshly, seasoned broccoli. There was something about the little green stems that reminded him of a memory, and perhaps he was staring off too hard that a familiar face had grown on one of the pieces, calling to him and making him reminisce a scene from the night prior.
"Kacchan..."
His eyes widened when the full memory unveiled itself, making him lift his head up and cover the veggies with a napkin as his cheeks grew red. He hoped no one had noticed but as he usually paid no mind to his group of friends ever, he didn't realize they were staring at him the whole time.
"Uh, dude, are you okay?" Sero asked.
"No... Uh, I mean, yeah. No, I'm fine. I'm fine. Just... Leave me alone..." Katsuki turned his head away with an irritated pout.
"You've been acting weird ever since we got here. Something's definitely up, dude." Kaminari pushed, but Katsuki continued to ignore them.
However, Kirishima could pick up a few clues given that he's sitting directly across from Katsuki. He wasn't an expert on the guy, but he believed he started to figure out what Katsuki's "tells" were, and given that this was abnormal for Katsuki to act this way, he smirked, believing he had him figured out.
"You know, Bakugo, there is such thing as a morning-after scent..." Kirishima slightly teased him.
Katsuki's eyes widened as he turned to look over at the redhead in disbelief. He knew scents could give away how people were feeling but was there really a scent that gave away that!? Katsuki really started to hate how secondary genders work.
"Goddamn scents giving away everything! At this point, scents should just give away my credit card information since I can't keep any private anymore!" Katsuki growled in anger, revealing Kirishima's suspicions to be true.
"Oh, I was just kidding, that's not a thing. But, now we all know you got laid last night!" Kirishima laughed.
Katsuki was upset he fell for such a dumb trick, but hearing Kirishima's laugh only pissed him off more, he grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him up against the table, "Kirishima, I'm going to kill you!"
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Fanfiction*This story has suggestive content but does not contain smut* Midoriya Izuku worked all his life to become a Pro Hero, but now his college was getting in the way of his dream all because of his secondary gender. Thankfully, a prime alpha in the same...
