The Unfortunate Omega

For Tendou Satori, being touch starved was the least of his worries. It was normal. Since the damned day he presented as an Omega in his first year, he can barely remember a day where he wasn't touch starved to some degree but for the last week or so, he noticed his clothes feeling itchy. Wincing when he moved and the fabric of his school uniform bunched against his skin and made him feel like a hostage in a body he hated. I'm sorry I suck at summaries plus first ao3 post! :3(2021 note)this is garbage but I can't find it in me to delete it so I finished it and I'm going to pretend it doesn't exist.....