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That's when Tommy realized he was, like, the worst fucking friend ever. Because Steve was an omega and they had learned in health class that omegas craved physical contact. And Steve, a secret male omega with shitty absentee parents, wasn’t getting any love at home and he couldn't exactly reach out and ask his buddies for some cuddles. No one but Tommy knew about him and Tommy sure as shit hadn't been offering to hold his hand.
So now here Steve was, getting a goddamn contact high because he was squished in between Davey Bower, who smelled like ball sweat and Cheetos, and Andrew Floyd, who looked like a fucking toe. But Steve was too blissed out on, like, happy omega hormones to care about that, and Tommy was the shittiest best friend in Hawkins.
Goddammit. Tommy was going to have to start giving Steve hugs. He was going to have to give him so many goddamn fucking hugs.
When Steve presents as a rare male omega he is forced to hide his status and question his worldview; he learns to be less shallow, more caring, and more open-minded. Tommy Hagan stays loyal to his best friend and is dragged kicking and screaming into being a better person too.
Just a little bit, though. Like, maybe 10% better.