An Interstellar Alpha Pretends to Be Weak and Picks Up an Autistic Omega Campus Heartthrob

Before I was born into this life as an Alpha in the interstellar era, I spent my whole life on Earth as an overworked wage slave.

This time, I decide to keep a low profile and survive, hiding my double-A-plus traits and wearing a perfect smile every day.

Until I catch a whiff of strawberry milk in the military academy library.

The heir to a fortune huddles in the corner of the stacks, his damp lashes glaring at me. "W-why doesn't your pheromone make me allergic?"

I smile faintly, making the scent of orchids even subtler.

What a coincidence. In two lifetimes, I've always liked fragile little things that seem like they could break at a touch.