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TR SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos/trios...)

— CHIFUYU

☆ alpha! Chifuyu x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! Baji x alpha! Chifuyu x omega! Reader (+ alpha! Ryusei bonus)

— RYUSEI

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— KAZUTORA

☆ alpha! Kazutora x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! Kazutora x omega! Reader (smut)

☆ alpha! kazutora x omega! reader (mikey makes his omega miserable so kazutora comforts her)

☆ yandere! bully! alpha! kazutora x omega! reader (kazutora is utterly obssessed with you and turns yandere once you start hanging out with other people. but what happens when he goes too far...?)

— BAJI

☆ alpha! Baji x omega! Reader

☆ alpha!yandere! Baji x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! Baji x omega! Reader (his reaction to a traumatised and insecure s/o)

☆ alpha! Baji x alpha! Chifuyu x omega! Reader (+ alpha! Ryusei bonus)

☆ alpha! yandere! baji x omega! reader (his reaction to a resistant s/o)

— MIKEY

☆ alpha! Mikey x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (how does he act during his ruts?)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (his reaction to a cute and extremely in love omega s/o)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! draken (their reaction to a tomboy omega s/o)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (his reaction to finding his omega asleep during a sleepover, ft. emma + draken / hinata + takemichi)

☆ yandere! alpha! mikey x omega! reader (mikey taking his omega with him during gang meetings)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (smut : mikey claims his omega friend while she's in heat)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south (you move on from mikey and get courted by south. turns out mikey isn't over you and beats his rival up to get you back + smut)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south : PART 2 (mikey's reaction to you being pregnant with south's kid)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (his reaction to having an omega shorter than him)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader (celebrating your birthday with mikey, and him taking you for a midnight ride)

☆ bonten! alpha! mikey x omega! reader (mikey finds out his teenage crush is now living a miserable life, so he rescues her)

— SHINICHIRO

☆ alpha!loser! Shinichiro x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! shinichiro x omega! reader (smut)

— KAKUCHO

☆ alpha! Kakucho x omega! Reader

☆ alpha! kakucho x omega! reader : soulmate au! (you meet your soulmate, bonten!kakucho, while working in a brothel)

— RAN

☆ alpha! Ran x omega! Reader (smut)

— DRAKEN

☆ alpha! Draken x omega! Reader x omega! Emma

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! draken (their reaction to a tomboy omega s/o)

☆ alpha! draken x omega! reader x omega! emma (you're dating emma and you both try to get the attention of your crush, draken, by courting him)

— MITSUYA

☆ alpha! mitsuya x omega! reader (his reaction to his omega acting like a mother to his little sisters)

— KOKONOI

☆ alpha! kokonoi x omega! reader (kokonoi with a gacha game addict s/o)

☆ alpha! kokonoi x alpha! taiju x alpha! inupi x omega! reader

— KAWATA TWINS

☆ yandere! alpha! kawata twins x omega! reader (oneshot)

— KOJIRO

☆ alpha! kojiro x omega! reader

— INUPI

☆ alpha! kokonoi x alpha! taiju x alpha! inupi x omega! reader

— TAIJU

☆ alpha! kokonoi x alpha! taiju x alpha! inupi x omega! reader

— SOUTH

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south (you move on from mikey and get courted by south. turns out mikey isn't over you and beats his rival up to get you back + smut)

☆ alpha! mikey x omega! reader x alpha! south : PART 2 (mikey's reaction to you being pregnant with south's kid)

— SANZU

☆ yandere! alpha! sanzu x omega! reader

TR GENERAL HEADCANONS

⤷ ♡ BOARDING SCHOOL AU! MASTERLIST

☆ how they act around their pregnant omega (mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya, kokonoi, kakucho & taiju)

☆ alpha! Tokyo rev x tall!omega! Reader (mikey, draken, baji, sanzu)

☆ their reactions to their omega feeling safe & happy with them (mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, takemichi)

☆ their reactions to their omega feeling safe & happy with them : PART 2 (kazutora, ryusei, mistuya, kakucho)

☆ what they would give you as a courting gift (mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya)

☆ how easily do they fall for the puppy eyes (mikey, draken, takemichi, sanzu, kokonoi, kazutora, ran, mitsuya, shinichiro)

☆ alpha!yandere! Tokyo revengers x omega reader (pairing : mikey, taiju, mitsuya, draken, kokonoi, izana, sanzu)

☆ their reaction to an omega who loves to do domestic things (pairing: taiju, sanzu, draken, mikey, takemichi, chifuyu, kakucho, inupi, baji, kisaki, hanma, kazutora)

☆ their reaction to an unstable s/o (pairing: kakucho, mikey, izana, hanma)

☆ their reaction to a cute and clumsy s/o (pairing : mikey, mitsuya, chifuyu, kazutora, baji, smiley, kakucho, izana)

☆ their reactions to an omega with a resting bitch face (pairing: kazutora, smiley, angry, shinichiro)

☆ their reaction to their omega being horny (pairing : shinichiro, mikey, izana)

☆ demigod! alpha! tokyo revengers x omega! reader : mythological au! (pairing: kazutora, mitsuya, baji, takemichi, mikey, draken, shinichiro, izana, ran, taiju, kokonoi, kakucho)

☆ medusa! alpha! tokyo revengers x blind! omega! reader : mythological au! (pairing : chifuyu, mikey, mitsuya, baji, izana)

☆ them having feelings for their friend's sister (pairing : chifuyu, mitsuya, kokonoi)

☆ top 3 pathetic men (trio of simps/losers), (pairing : hakkai, takemichi, shinichiro)

☆ top 10 pathetic men : PART 2 (pairing : shinichiro, takemichi, hakkai, yamagishi, angry, naoto, kisaki, shion, kazutora, hanma)

☆ what do they smell like ? (pairing : mikey, chifuyu, mitsuya, baji, ryusei, kokonoi, inupi, kisaki, izana, rin)

☆ hybrid! alpha! tokyorev x hybrid! omega (pairing : mitsuya, draken, taiju, chifuyu, ran)

☆ their reactions to their omega constantly getting nosebleeds (pairing : mitsuya, rin, kakucho, baji, wakasa, muto, shinichiro, ran)

☆ their reactions to their omega giving birth (pairing : mikey, chifuyu, baji, kazutora, izana, kakucho, shinichiro, south)

☆ seeing you texting a guy they don't know (pairing : ran, rin, mikey, izana, shinichiro)

☆ when they succeed in getting married to their highschool sweetheart (mikey, kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu, ran)

☆ yandere! alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader : boarding school au!) (pairing : mikey, mistuya, draken, sanzu, chifuyu, hanma, sanzu, kakucho, inupi, baji + and more)

☆ yandere! vampire! alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (vampire au! they keep you as their cute omega pet) (pairing : mitsuya, izana, rin & ran with shared omega, kakucho, baji, kazutora)

☆ their omega brings them homemade lunch + their friends' reaction (pairing : draken, mikey, mitsuya, baji, shinichiro, chifuyu, ran & rin with shared omega)

☆ their girlfriend says something totally innocent, or so she thought. they catch the double meaning, while she remains clueless (draken, ryusei, kazutora, hanma, rindou, sanzu, shinichiro, chifuyu, baji, mikey)

☆ how do they react to and comfort their insecure omega (rin, chifuyu, shinichiro, mitsuya, ryusei, draken)

☆ they're down bad for their very feminine omega (shinichiro, izana, hakkai, kokonoi)

NARUTO SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos, trios...)

— NARUTO

☆ alpha!naruto x omega! reader

☆ alpha! naruto x omega! reader x alpha! sasuke

— SASUKE

☆ alpha! naruto x omega! reader x alpha! sasuke

NARUTO GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ what they would give you as a courting gift (pairing : naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, rock lee, neji, itachi)

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos, trios...)

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THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ what type of alpha are they (pairing : meliodas, ban, king, guilthunder, escanor)

HUNTER X HUNTER SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos, trios...)

— KURAPIKA

☆ yandere! alpha! kurapika x omega! reader

HUNTER X HUNTER GENERAL HEADCANONS

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MY HERO ACADEMIA SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos, trios...)

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MY HERO ACADEMIA GENERAL HEADCANONS

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WIND BREAKER SOLO HEADCANONS (+ duos, trios...)

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WIND BREAKER GENERAL HEADCANONS

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BLUE LOCK (+ duos, trios...)

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BLUE LOCK GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ what are they like with their omegas (isagi, nagi, reo, kunigami, bachira)

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isagi is not a flashy alpha. he doesn’t need to show off or growl to make his point. instead, he’s steady — reliable in a way that makes you feel safe without him even trying. his dominance shows in subtle things : the way his hand finds the small of your back in crowded places, the way his eyes scan rooms before you sit down, the way his scent gets heavier when he feels protective.

his rut is where his alpha nature really crashes through. while he's usually easygoing, suddenly he’s more intense, more assertive, less willing to compromise. even he gets surprised by it, because on a daily basis he’s all soft smiles and puppy-like devotion. during his rut though, his need to claim and prove himself to you is almost overwhelming.

isagi really is all about protecting your space and guards your nest like a watchdog. he’s the type of alpha who can’t relax if you’re not settled and safe. he’ll hover until your blankets are pulled just right, until your snacks are close, until your nest feels right — and then he’ll settle in, curling around you with a heavy, grounding presence.

isagi isn’t possessive in an aggressive way, but his loyalty is so all-consuming that there’s no space for doubt. when he tells you you’re his, he means it completely. there’s nothing else he wants, no one else he even sees. he’s the kind of alpha who looks at his omega like you hung the stars.

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♡. ALPHA! NAGI

nagi is a different case. he doesn’t act like most alphas. he doesn’t have that loud dominance or sharp control. at first glance, he even seems too lazy to have those instincts at all. but his alpha nature is just effortless. he doesn’t posture, doesn’t fight for attention. he’s strong and secure without actually needing to prove it.

nagi is protective, but subtle. he isn’t the type to fight or bare his teeth when another alpha looks at you. he just wraps himself over your shoulders, buries his nose into your hair, or casually puts his arm around your waist like it’s a second nature. he's not trying to show off or scare others away, it’s just instinct. but it still sends a clear message that keeps other far anyway.

scenting with nagi is constant. he doesn’t even realize how much he does it. sprawling on the couch, he pulls you against his chest and tucks his nose under your jaw, sighing like he’s finally able to relax. when you come back from being out, his hand goes straight to your nape before he even says hello, scent marking you like he can’t help it.

also, nesting makes him clingy. nagi doesn’t bother building anything elaborate on his own, but once he discovers your nest, he’s obsessed with it. he carelessly lies down inside, complains when you kick him out and sneaks his hoodies or blankets into it so his scent stays there. if you let him, he’ll basically live in your nest, stretched out, purring quietly like a satisfied cat.

nagi’s very lazy on the surface, but he notices things more than people can guess. when you’re insecure, he doesn’t go into long and deep speeches or pep talks. instead, he pulls you close, tucks your face into his neck, and mumbles sweet things : “don’t think so hard, ‘kay? i like you just like this.” it’s soft, brief and spontaneous, but sincere enough to really stick with you.

his possessiveness in public shows up in different ways. definitely not with dramatic fights or sharp glares, but with a clinginess that is very casual : he's always touching you somehow, leaning into you, putting himself between you and the crowd. his presence is big enough that people don’t test it, even though he doesn’t make a show of dominance.

there are things that really matters to him : food, comfort, warmth. if you cook for him, he melts, scent going soft and satisfied. if you brush his hair out of his face and give him soft scratches or fuss over him after a long day, he sinks into it like he was made for that kind of nurturing. he’s an alpha who really thrives in that omega softness, needing it like air, even if he doesn’t admit it.

nagi doesn’t really dream big about status or power like some alphas do. his world is small : just you, your scent, your presence beside him. if he has that, he doesn’t need anything else. and maybe that’s why his devotion feels so real and present, even when he’s lazy about everything else.

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♡. ALPHA! REO

reo’s the kind of alpha who knows exactly what he wants and never hesitates to reach for it. he’s charming, confident, magnetic — the type of presence that draws people in without him even trying. but when it comes to his omega, that confidence sharpens into something more intense, almost overwhelming in how single-minded it is.

reo is protective, but it doesnt stop there — he orchestrates almost everything as well. making sure you’re safe isn’t enough. instead, he wants every detail of your surroundings under control so you never have to worry about a thing. and it's not in a perverted and obsessive way, reo just thrives in knowing his omega lives in a healthy environment, especially one he has control over.

if someone crosses a line, kinda like nagi, he doesn’t raise his voice or get into a fight, he just shuts it down smoothly, almost mean, like he's cutting the world down so nothing ugly ever gets close enough to touch you.

but there’s a softer side in him, too. he loves giving, loves proving how much he treasures you through gifts, gestures, and effort. a necklace with his scent infused into it, a whole corner of the house turned into a nest just for you, the best food, the softest blankets... and it’s not about spoiling you for the sake of it : it’s about making you feel cherished, showing you in every possible way that you’re at the center of his world.

and he loves being seen with you. his hand is always resting at your waist, his hands always reaching out for you, lips brushing your temple when others are watching, or the way he scents you softly before you go out. reo doesn’t just want you safe, he wants everyone to know you’re his — claimed and adored.

but behind closed doors, reo is sweeter and more vulnerable, a side of him he reserves only for you. in private, he's almost needy, sometimes insecure and looking for your comfort and nurturing presence. he's nuzzling into your scent until he's breathing easy again. he likes when you fuss over him, kiss his face, when you let him curl into your lap and when you let him take care of you, reminding him that you're all his.

there’s also a possessiveness in him that runs deep. a bit selfish at times, he doesn’t just want you happy, he wants to be the reason for it. it isn’t enough to know you’re smiling : he needs to know you’re smiling because of him. for reo, love and devotion are a necessity that he has to constantly shower you with, because his omega is the one thing in the world he’ll never let slip through his hands.

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♡. ALPHA! KUNIGAMI

kunigami is the kind of alpha people imagine when they think of the word. broad-shouldered, steady, protective without ever needing to raise his voice. there’s just something grounding about him, like just having him in the room makes things feel safer and calmer.

with you, his instincts are strong, but they show in quiet ways. he’ll automatically step to the side so you’re shielded from a crowd, carry the heavier bags without a second thought, check that you’ve eaten before worrying about himself. it’s never about showing off : it’s just how he is. caring for you, providing and loving you feels as natural as breathing.

he’s also careful with his strength. even when his hands are big enough to wrap easily around your waist, his touch is gentle, steady. he holds you like he’s always aware of the difference between you and him, of how much more fragile you are compared to him. and it makes you feel oh so safe, allowing yourself to trust him completely.

kunigami isn't really one to express freely and fully his own emotions, but he shows them in ways you can’t miss. when your scent dips, he doesn’t ask questions you might not want to answer : he just pulls you in against his chest, his warmth and comfort wrapping around you until you let go of whatever’s weighing you down. it's also in the way his own scent shifts in those moments : it gets heavy, warm, anchoring and reassuring you when you desperately need the grounding of an alpha — and it says everything for him.

your nest is also his favorite place to be. he always contributes with something small : a hoodie, his pillow, a blanket that smells like him... and once he’s inside, stretched out with you curled against him, he feels complete knowing he's the one you let in. he gets a sense of being trusted in a way no one else is. knowing you’d bare that softness to him and only him, leaves him with a fierce kind of pride.

it’s like the world outside doesn’t exist. he’s not really flashy in public with his affection for you, but in your nest, he lets himself soften completely, cuddling with you with a hand securing your waist.

still, for all his calm, there’s no denying that he'll never hesitate to do anything and everything if it means protecting you. if anyone ever dared to push too far with you, his steady and easygoing exterior would drop in a second. the message that you're off-limits will be sent loud and clear.

overall, kunigami is the picture of what people expect an alpha to be, the perfect textbook alpha, but with none of the arrogance. he's strong, unshakeable, reliable — but with you, he’s also tender. for everyone else, he’s the wall no one can get past, but for you, he’s your gentle guardian you can always come to for comfort and protection.

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♡. ALPHA! BACHIRA

bachira’s alpha instincts show in ways that really catch people off guard. he’s not the stiff, serious type that is often expected of alphas. instead, he’s bright, playful, always orbiting around you with an energy that feels almost boyish. finding his happiness almost only by being near you. however, despite his personality, his possessiveness is heavy, even if it doesn't automatically shows.

he has this habit of scenting you constantly : slipping his hoodie over your shoulders, burying his nose against your neck randomly, leaving his touch on you like it's a mark... it’s not conscious most of the time : it’s just instinct, the way his alpha side can’t stand the idea of you smelling like anything but him.

bachira is a really instinct-driven alpha despite appearances, and it shows in how he is with you. he follows urges without overthinking : scenting you the moment he feels the pull, tucking his things into your nest before asking, reaching for you whenever he needs grounding, pulling you away from that one alpha he doesn't like for no reason... and it’s raw instinct, the kind that makes it obvious his alpha side is always tuned and reacting to you first.

and your nest is like a playground to him. he dives right in, rearranges blankets until they’re just right, tangles himself around you like he’s always belonged there. he doesn’t just contribute pieces of himself, giving you small bits of his clothes or whatever — he actually takes over in little ways : making sure his scent is laced into every corner, his things scattered where only you can touch them.

but behind that playfulness of his, there is a real sharpness and roughness people forget he has. if someone crosses a line, the switch is immediate. no teasing, no smile : his eyes go cold, his tone turns flat and the threat is there without him having to spell it out. it’s shocking, because it comes from someone usually so easygoing, but that’s what makes it effective. it’s that side of him that makes it very clear : your safety and your comfort will always come first.

with you, though, it’s all softness and giggles. he thrives on your affection, melts under your touch in ways he never lets anyone else see. he loves how delicate you are with him, how your omega instincts seem to soothe his restless edges. he clings to that, almost greedy for it, because in you he’s found the balance between everything that's unsteady in his life, and finds peace in the way you look at him.

you being delicate makes him feel both protective and flustered. protective because you feel like something he has to shield from the world, and flustered because he can’t believe someone so pretty and soft actually wants him.

your nurturing side wrecks him. when you fix his collar, smooth his hair, or make tea for him after a long day, he just melts. shinichiro’s not used to being taken care of as he’s always been the one responsible for everyone else, and this side of you really makes him weak.

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♡. ALPHA! IZANA

izana is overall really unstable, so your softness is like the opposite of everything he has ever known.

he doesn't really understand why you're like that at first : so gentle, so weak, so pretty. but he surprisingly gets addicted fast to everything you embody.

he loves that you're always so dressed up, delicate and soft-spoken, looking up at him through your eyelashes to seek his reassurance. it makes him feel special, like you belong to him even more because such a soft omega like you chose a violent and dangerous person like him. you're something fragile only him gets to keep and claim.

he's actually lowkey obsessed with seeing you so weak and dependent on him. if you ask him to open a jar, reach something high, or walk you home, he lights up. he needs you to need him.

izana is also quick-tempered and tells himself he doesn't need anyone. however, while he would never openly admit it, he's addicted to the way you dote on him. you're soft where he's rough, you're patient where he's restless, and it makes him feel so comforted. even though he doesn’t understand why you would stay with someone like him..

with the way you carry yourself, all cute and pretty, drawing attention from other alphas, izana gets even more territorial. your gentle voice should only be his, your shy smiles and comforting touches too. which is why he keeps you close to him in public, with a hand on your waist or his scent heavy in the air. it's a warning.

he also gets jealous fast. he’s the type to go from calm to violent in seconds if someone makes a comment about you, even a “harmless” compliment. you usually have to step in, soft voice grounding him before he takes it too far.

izana has a habit of testing you. he’ll say something like, “you could do better than me. why are you still here?”. but he’s watching your every move, analysing each of your words, desperate for reassurance that you won’t leave. and when you smile all sweetly, looking like you'd trust him with your life, he calms down a bit.

indeed, when he's spacing or spiralling into his darker moods, you never raise your voice at him, you never get scared either. instead, you just quietly move closer to him, speak softly and sometimes hold his hand.

he doesnt know how to handle the way you baby him sometimes. it feels weird and unusual, he's unsure as he's never been used to that sort of gentleness in his life. like setting aside food you know he likes, or insisting he sits down so you can stitch his clothes. he’ll grumble about it, but he always lets you, because he's secretly starved for your attention.

and your softness makes him protective in return. to him, you’re glass — fragile, breakable, too good for the world he drags you into. he doesn’t trust anyone else with you, because he’s terrified they won’t be as careful as he is with you.

izana also secretly loves all your "girly" habits. he'll often act indifferent when you ask him about which bow looks better in your hair, telling him about your new nail polish and your sugary perfume you just bought. he listens to you humming while you get ready for the day. but as cold as he can be, he actually memorizes everything you tell him, down to every color and detail of your beauty products.

at night, he clings to you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. his arm is always locked around your waist, his face pressed into your neck to breathe your vanilla scent. it’s the only time he looks peaceful — cuddling with your smaller form, feeling so delicate and weaker compared to him.

he's not someone who trust others easily, but the way you care for him like he's someone who can do nothing bad in your eyes makes him trip. the way you feed him, fix his shirt and press a cute kiss to his cheek feels extra precious to him. it terrifies him how much he depends on you, but he couldn't stop even if he tried.

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♡. ALPHA! HAKKAI

hakkai is absolutely gone the moment he realizes you’re actually his omega. your delicate, gentle nature hits him hard because it’s everything he doesn’t think he deserves but actually craves.

he gets shy about it too. you’ll do something as simple as brush dust off his jacket or smile sweetly at him and he’s flushing to his ears. he’ll look away, but inside he’s melting.

your very feminine energy makes his protective side kicks in nonstop. he’s hyperaware when you’re out together : scanning crowds, glaring at anyone who stares too long. he doesn’t say much about it, but his body language makes it clear that nobody should get too close. he might be the softest giant with his precious omega, but he never lets anyone overstep your boundaries — he knows you're sometimes too shy and soft-spoken to stand up for yourself, and so, hakkai will gladly do it for you.

hakkai absolutely cherishes you. he likes the way you cook for him, bringing him homemade snacks when you see each other, or the way you tell him all about the pastries you ate with your friend with sparkles in your eyes, but also how you fuss over any new injuries on his knuckles and patch him up with cute pink bandages that he'll wear proudly no matter what.

hakkai adores how soft and dressed up you are. lace, ribbons, soft dresses — he thinks you look like you stepped out of a dream, what he dreamt of when thinking about having an omega to call his own, and he can’t believe you’re walking next to him. sometimes he’ll catch himself staring and have to cover it with an awkward cough.

he’s constantly torn between wanting to wrap you up and hide you from the world and wanting to show you off so everyone knows the perfect omega chose him.

hakkai is pretty inexperienced with words, so instead he expresses how much he loves you through actions : carrying heavy things without being asked, making sure you walk on the safe side of the street, giving you his jacket even if he’s cold.

and when you nest, he’s done for. seeing your delicate little hands smoothing blankets, arranging pillows, creating a soft, safe space for the both of you to enjoy. it hits him in a place he didn’t know existed. he’ll crawl in with you and just cling, quiet but overflowing with love.

hakkai doesn’t think of you as just a dream omega. he thinks of you as the proof he finally got something right in his life.

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♡. ALPHA! KOKONOI

kokonoi would actually eat that up. like, you're exactly his type.

kokonoi notices you immediately. he has an eye for detail : the pastel dress, the little gloss on your lips, the way you move so carefully, almost fragile. it’s like you’re made to be looked at, and kokonoi takes a nice good look at you.

he’s not shy about it either. unlike hakkai who fumbles, kokonoi plays right into it. “you really know how to make an alpha lose his head, don’t you?” he will say things like that casually, but the way his scent sharpens around you gives him away.

he adores spoiling you. pretty omegas deserve pretty things, and kokonoi lives for the way your eyes light up when he gifts you jewelry or takes you shopping. he’ll always say it’s nothing, but deep down, it’s his way of claiming you, showing you off with what he bought and the clothes he helped you choose. saying to the world that you're his.

he’s weak for softness. the way you brush your hair back gently, your careful manners, even the way you speak softly, it really wrecks him. sometimes he just watches you, not even hiding it, like you’re his favorite thing in the world.

kokonoi also gets possessive quickly. people stare at you ? he notices right away. and while he might not start a scene, his hand will settle heavy on your lower back, his scent threatening enough to drive others away.

he’s very tactile : always smoothing the hem of your dress, adjusting a bow in your hair, tilting your chin to admire your lip gloss. making up little excuses to touch you everywhere, to remind himself that you’re his.

there was a pause and a small silence. when you risked a glance at him, his expression had gone still in that way that meant something had hit a nerve.

“you think i’d trade you for someone in that room?” his eyes stayed locked on yours, tone flat but sharp. “is that really what’s been sitting in your head this whole time?”

you opened your mouth to say it wasn’t exactly that, but he stepped closer, the faint shift in his scent impossible to miss : sharper, more grounded, definitely made to reassure you and soothe your worries.

“look at me.” then, when you did, he said it simply, without force : “don't think i'd ever want anyone else. i don’t care about a different body, or some other laugh, or whatever the hell you think you’re missing. i want you. i’ve only ever wanted you.”

you stood there a moment, unsure if you believed him enough to let go of the feeling. he didn’t press. just reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together, and pulled you toward the couch.

he sat down, pulling you down with him, keeping you close until the knot in your chest started to loosen. even then, he didn’t let go. and later, when you went out together again, you noticed the way his hand stayed at your waist in the crowd, the way he leaned in when others came close. it was subtle, but enough to make it clear you weren’t just another omega in the room.

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♡. ALPHA! CHIFUYU (insecure about your acne)

you’d been looking forward to a movie night all week, but while doing your makeup, you caught sight of a fresh breakout across your cheek and jaw.

your stomach twisted and you froze in front of the mirror, poking at it, wishing it would disappear. by the time you were done, you felt like hiding from the world entirely. you canceled last minute, saying you “weren’t in the mood for it,” hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed. your scent felt heavier, more anxious, and even you could tell it was spilling into your room.

but chifuyu showed up at your place anyway, carrying a bag of snacks and a scented blanket, and gave you that calm, steady look that always made your chest unclench a little.

“hey,” he said, setting the things down. “i figured you might change your mind if i brought reinforcements.”

you avoided his eyes, fidgeting with your sleeve. he took your anxious hands in his and finally, you muttered, “i'm sorry. it’s… my skin. i got a breakout.”

he blinked at you, clearly confused, then a small smile tugged at his lips. “that’s it? you canceled over a couple pimples?”

and before you could respond, he gently cupped your face, fingers brushing the area you’d been obsessing over, and kissed the side with the breakout without a second thought. you froze, heat creeping in your cheeks, the kind of warmth that made your panic evaporate.

he then spent the rest of the night under the blankets with you, cuddling close on the couch. between bites of popcorn and sips of soda, he reminded you softly how much he loved your laugh, your scent, your warmth. none of it had anything to do with your skin. he loved you, his precious omega and he hated seeing you so down for something he had never even paid any mind to.

chifuyu wanted to see you smile and didn't hesitate to tease you with a grin : “i’m dating the cutest omega in the prefecture. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

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♡. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO (insecure about your postpartum marks/scars/body)

after your first heat following giving birth, you were hyper-aware of your softer stomach and the stretch marks that now decorated your skin. even when shinichiro scented you, you kept your shirt pulled down, trying to hide yourself, feeling exposed and insecure. your scent was shaky, nervous, and tinged with embarrassment.

shinichiro noticed it immediately. when you tried to tug your shirt further down, he gently caught your wrists, holding them still. “y/n… please don't hide from me. these marks, they’re all part of you, part of what you gave us. i’m not just fine with them, i love them.” his voice was warm but firm, carrying that quiet authority that made your heart flutter. the way his presence enveloped you made it impossible to hide, and yet, you felt perfectly safe.

after that, he made a habit of deliberately trailing his fingers over your stomach when cuddling, letting his touch linger over every mark. softly kissing the scars you grew to hate.

sometimes he pressed scent marks there, nuzzling you gently, until you stopped flinching at your own reflection, your body basked in his attention.

he started complimenting you more openly and often afterwards, murmuring how beautiful your skin looked, how soft your curves were, how intoxicating your scent was to him, making it nearly impossible for you to doubt yourself ever again.

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♡. ALPHA! MITSUYA (insecure about your appearance next to omega models working with your bf)

you’d gone with mitsuya to a photoshoot, excited at first to see his work up close and meet the people he collaborated with.

the studio was filled with energy : cameras clicking, assistants rushing, models moving gracefully across the space. but the moment you stepped in and saw the models he worked with, tall, polished, flawless... that familiar insecurity settled in.

your scent tightened in your chest, hesitant and unsure, and you felt small in your own skin. every smooth line, every confident movement of the other omegas made you hyper-aware of your own curves, your softer edges, your flaws.

mitsuya noticed immediately, he was very observant and never missed any shift in the way his omega behaved.

by the time you were halfway home, he could tell something was off. he slowed the car, pulled over, and reached out to softly cup your chin, lifting your face so you met his eyes. his gaze was steady, warm and grounding. “hey… what’s going on? you’ve been quiet.”

you hesitated a bit, then whispered, “i just… feel out of place. like i don’t belong here.” your omega scent thinned, anxious and fragile, betraying the quiet worry you couldn’t quite say out loud.

he leaned closer, letting his own scent wash over you, calm and protective. his thumb brushed over your cheek, and he pressed his body lightly against your shoulder, trying his best to ground you.

“look at me,” he said softly. “you’re my omega. you’re the only one i care about. no one else matters — not them, not anyone. you’re the one i want, exactly as you are.” he trailed a hand along your arm, letting his presence soothe you, marking you with his pheromones : a quiet reassurance that you were his, wanted and safe.

after that day, the next piece he designed was for you. he insisted on photographing you wearing it, guiding you with gentle touches, quiet whispers of direction, and small, lingering scenting to keep you calm.

and when you finally saw yourself through his camera, looking visibly relaxed and confident in his presence, you understood exactly what he’d been trying to tell you all along : none of those models could ever be what you were to him. he wanted your beautiful self, your softness, your warmth... all of you.

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♡. ALPHA! RYUSEI (feeling too plain and boring next to confident and flashy omegas)

you’d gone to a gathering with ryusei, hoping to enjoy yourself, but the moment you walked in, the sight of him surrounded by bold, loud omegas made your chest tighten.

the party was at a friend’s place, full of people you didn’t know — mostly omegas who seemed like the life of the party, laughing loudly, dancing a little, clinking glasses, and joking with anyone nearby. they floated around the room confidently, drawing attention effortlessly.

and you felt out of place. quiet, shy, unsure. your scent thinned around you, hesitant and muted, trying to disappear and you found yourself hugging your jacket closer, shifting from foot to foot, and keeping your gaze on the floor.

ryusei noticed almost immediately. he saw the way you shrank back when another omega leaned in to joke with him, the subtle slump in your shoulders and the way you lingered at the corner of the room, hesitant to engage. more than that, your scent, normally warm and open, was soft, small, carrying a nervous, self-conscious smell. he didn’t know your thoughts exactly, but he could feel your discomfort, the way your body kept signaling that you felt out of place and anxious.

he crossed the room without hesitation, reducing the space until he was standing just a little too close for anyone else not to notice. one hand caging you against the table behind, he lifted your chin gently with the other so you had to meet his eyes. “hey,” he said, calm but firm. “you’ve been quiet all night. talk to me. tell me what’s on your mind.”

you stayed silent, your eyes flicking around the room nervously. your hands twisted the hems of your jacket and your voice was caught in your throat. after a small pause, he softened his tone, caressing your cheek gently. “come on… i can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

finally, you whispered, barely audible, still unsure, “i… i just… i don’t feel… i don’t know…”

but he didn’t pull away. he kept his hand at your chin, his other arm brushing gently against your waist. his stronger scent enveloped you, steady and grounding. “hey, look at me.” he murmured, “i don’t know what you're thinking, but you're all i need, you're more than enough.” his voice was quiet but firm, steadying you in the chaos around, and indeed, you felt calmer after hearing his words.

he didn’t wait for you to respond further. sliding his arm around your waist, he pulled you closer so his scent mingled with yours. he pressed a gentle nuzzle to your temple, letting his presence mark you in the quietest way possible without anyone else noticing, but enough for your senses to react to him.

his hand lingered on your side, brushing your arm softly, reminding you, through touch, through scent, through his presence... that you were his, and that it was by his choice, because he loved you.

through the rest of the night, he stayed close. when he passed by the other omegas, his hand occasionally brushed yours. when someone tried to pull him into a conversation, his arm stayed around your waist, his body angled protectively.

at moments when no one was watching, he pressed little kisses to your hair or whispered your name against your ear, each movement made to remind you how cherished you are, and that you're all his.

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♡. ALPHA! DRAKEN

you and draken were out for a walk through the city at night, just the two of you, the streets quiet except for the distant noise of the cars. he had insisted on taking you somewhere new, a little rooftop cafe he’d discovered, and at first you’d been excited.

but halfway there, your chest started tightening. you caught your reflection in a shop window and froze. your hair looked flat, your jacket hung awkwardly on your shoulders, and the quiet part of your mind whispered that you weren’t… enough. not enough for him, not bold enough, not striking enough. you’d always been a little insecure, and every now and then it got to you. even small things could make your mind start racing.

draken noticed it immediately. his senses picked up the subtle shift in your scent — a blend of anxiety and self-doubt — before your expression even changed. he slowed his pace and stopped right in front of you, brushing a hand lightly against yours.

“hey,” he said softly. “you’re quiet all of a sudden. what’s going on?”

you hesitated, your words stuck behind a lump in your throat. “i… i just feel… i don’t know… like i’m not… enough,” you muttered finally, barely above a whisper. “not… noticeable… or… striking… not like someone who’d turn heads.”

draken’s brow furrowed, and he gently cupped your cheek, making you look at him. “stop right there,” he said firmly but warm. “don’t even think that. “i love you. the way you are, the little things only i see. that’s why i’m with you.”

he pulled you into his side as you continued walking, letting his scent wash over you, making you feel secure in ways only he knew how to. “you’re my omega. the only one i need. i don’t care about anyone else, or anyone who’s more ‘striking’ or louder. it’s you. that’s it.”

you let out a shaky breath, the tension in your shoulders slowly melting. with him holding you, scenting you, the anxious thoughts that had been clawing at you all night felt distant, almost irrelevant.

in that moment, with him bending over to kiss your forehead, you felt… safe, desired, and enough.

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when night-time came, you hurriedly made your way to the onsen, happy to finally get some peace.

the baths were separated and your classmates couldn't join you, which assured you some alone time without their constant bickering.

the women’s baths were calm and warmth rose in thick clouds around you. you immediately felt comfortable and slid quietly into the water, the heat covered your body and you stopped when the water reached your collarbones. you let your towel be forgotten, clinging on a stone next to you.

and so you relaxed, stretching your arms behind your head, soft scent drifting from your tired body, unaware of the eyes on the other side of the thin wall.

in the men's bath, the murmur of voices stopped as a subtle shift of steam caught their attention.

"that's her," chifuyu said low, the words barely breaking the silence, your presence settling their usual fight.

"you can see her shape right through the screen, ryusei said, voice tight with interest.

kazutora let out a dry laugh, restraint showing in the way his knuckles turned white. "shape? you mean every curve."

“careful,” mitsuya muttered, tone warning, trying his hardest to not look your way.

“what? it’s not like she knows we can see her,” he replied, his instincts that pulled him towards her were too powerful to just ignore.

“it doesn’t matter,” kakucho cut in, his voice firm, almost irritated at how he talked about you, knowing well what kazutora was picturing inside his dirty mind. “you’re acting like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

there was a pause before he answered, quieter but heavy in a way he knew the others wouldn't misunderstand : “…not her.”

the steam carried your scent across the wall now, it wasn’t overpowering, but enough to change the air. it was warmer, sweeter, sharper because of the heat. they didn’t comment on it right away, but the way the water stilled around them said enough.

“you smell that?” rin asked finally, his voice carried something between disbelief and hunger.

“yeah.” replied ran as he leaned forward, unconsciously trying to breathe it in more.

they stopped talking the monent the shadow on the screen shifted slightly. you stretched an arm over your head, water dripping from your fingers they couldn't help but fantasise about, your knee bending just enough to cast a perfect outline.

ran groaned, brushing a hand through his hair. "damn, it's like the screen's not even there."

they exchanged looks, half amused, half guilty. for once, they didn't fight for you. although their instincts didn't like the idea of others seeing you so vulnerable and intimately, they didn't want to scare you off with their voices, their dirty thoughts taking over anything else for now.

"she doesn't even know we're watching," chifuyu whispered, swallowing hard, his pheromones untamed.

"lucky for us," baji replied, although feeling bad for the way he couldn't stop starring at you, knowing full well it was wrong for them to do so.

there's a pause then. you keep moving inside the water, still unaware of the way your presence wreck them in the most darkest ways.

you bend your knee again, your silhouette is still clear against the mist. one of the guys let out a low whistle.

“she’s got a hell of a figure,” ryusei said quietly. “not a thing out of place.”

chifuyu agreed with him in a whisper, although less assured than his friend.

then, there was another pause, and a low laugh.

“god, imagine seeing that without anything in the way.” sanzu finally said, watching the wall with dreamy eyes and a sigh.

mikey leaned forward, water slapping against the stone with each of his movements. “when she’s mine, i won’t have to guess. i’ll see her without this screen.”

his revelation earned him a laugh, bitter, but not angry yet.

“you really think you’re the only one thinking that?” baji said, sharp, almost upset at his friend's words.

“i don't care what you guys think,” mikey shot back, unbothered and confident.

"you're assuming she'd even look at you", was the reply, which made mikey frown angrily, although not upset enough to bite back.

you tilted your head back, closing your eyes. the murmurs were still there, muffled, tangled with the noise of water. you figured it was probably just them joking around. boys being boys.

you shifted again, lifting your hair to squeeze the water out, letting it fall in damp strands down your back. the steam swirled between them, your silhouette blurring, then sharpening again as you adjusted your seat. the bend of your waist, the slope of your shoulders, the slight tilt of your head — they watched it all.

“this is ridiculous,” mitsuya finally muttered, a humorless laugh cutting through his words, his usual composure gone. “who the hell thought putting her anywhere near us like this was a good idea?”

“not complaining,” sanzu said under his breath.

no one said anything else after that. their usual rivalry had been toned down for some reason, the fatigue probably. or the way your body pulled them in so much that they couldn't think straight anymore.

although whatever it was, they would never actually let you fall for someone who isn't them. they'd allow the other guys to watch you tonight, but if one of them was to ever cross that boundary, it wouldn't be settled in just a few words.

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the cool night air hit you the moment you stepped out of the women’s bath. goosebumps rose instantly along your wet skin, the thin towel doing little to nothing to keep out the chill. you tucked it tighter around yourself and walked down the wooden hallway, water still dripping from the ends of your hair. the faint sound of the men’s bath echoed behind you : low voices, laughter, the splash caused by movements... but you were glad to have the path to yourself.

or so you thought.

halfway to your room, a figure turned the corner. you recognized draken instantly, his tall figure towering over you, his calm eyes looking reassuring as ever. he was someone you trusted.

you assumed he didn't join the others inside the bath. or maybe he did, considering the patch of wetness in the corner of his shirt.

either way, he didn’t even look surprised at all. his eyes just found you, and stayed there, as if he’d been waiting. the shift of his gaze was slow, deliberate — from the loose, damp strands clinging to your cheek, down the length of your exposed neck, to where the towel was knotted at your chest. the way he lingered made you pull it tighter without thinking.

“you’re walking around dressed like that?” his voice wasn’t raised, it wasn't patronising, he simply asked.

“it’s just to get back to my room,” you said. “the other girls do it too.”

“there are no other girls.” the words landed flat and certain, and you felt like you were being scolded even though there wasnt a hint of disapproval in his voice. he stepped forward, the old floor under his feet creaking. and it felt like the hallway was narrower than you remembered.

you opened your mouth to correct yourself, but he was already beside you. close enough for the heat of his skin to cut through the cool air.

draken didn’t have the heart to scold you for your naivety, for walking around like that without thinking. instead, he was just glad he was the one you ran into — not someone else. and he would take it upon himself to make sure his omega reached her room safely.

“you’re dripping,” he said, and before you could respond, he lifted his hand. his fingers caught a drop of water as it rolled from your shoulder down toward your collarbone. his fingers didn't leave your skin right away, and lingered close to your scent gland, sensitive from the bath. “you’ll catch a cold like that.”

you shivered a bit and shifted back, but the wall was there, hard against your back.

“i can walk you back,” he offered, his tone quieter now. “or…” his head tilted, eyes locked on yours, “…you can tell me who else saw you tonight.”

“what?” you breathed lowly.

“and i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

your pulse rose. “it’s an onsen,” you said carefully. “they didn’t—”

“they did.” he cut you off without hesitation. “and i don’t like it.”

the silence that followed was thick. you weren’t sure if it was the leftover heat from the baths or the way he was standing so close, but it made your skin feel warmer than it had inside the water.

then, just as abruptly, he stepped back. but his expression didn’t give anything away, you didn't even see the way his jaw tightened because of how sweet you smelled thanks to the bath.

“go on,” he said, his voice even now. “before someone else comes by.”

you didn’t wait to argue. you slipped past him quickly, bare feet hurrying against the ground. you could feel his eyes on your back the whole way down the hall, until you turned the corner.

when you glanced over your shoulder, the hallway was empty. but it didn’t feel like you were alone

your school trip hadn't even started, but your senses were more vulnerable and alarmed than they had ever been.

it wasn't even necessarily in a negative way. it was just... odd.

💌 thank you for reading (❀´ ˘ `❀) ♡

— here's a rare sight of the tokyorev boys getting along with each other even when y/n's involved. i wanted to write something from their perspective. i hope you liked it !

when you awkwardly told him that you had already found your soulmate, south felt distraught. angry at first, with himself, for not wondering if you were taken, and at you, for hiding such an important detail to someone who was so openly courting you.

the symbol, so nicely placed on your shoulder, had nothing in common with his, and knowing it was something he couldn't change filled him with rage.

you didn't know if introducing south to your boyfriend was a good idea, but he had insisted and you believed it would put his mind at ease for him to see that your mate was a good person who took great care of you. the guilt you felt for turning him down compelled you to answer his request.

the whole thing was very awkward, south very visibly gauging him, glaring at your boyfriend's smaller built the way he would do with a bug. you apologised afterwards to your mate for putting him in such a weird situation and promised it wouldn't happen again.

you only lightly scolded south for his behaviour, knowing that it could've gone worse if it wasn't for you and your warnings you gave him about his violent personality and how it would upset you if this didn't go well.

your boyfriend didn't think south made a very good friend. you had gotten into an argument right after going home together, fiercely defending your friend and trying your best to reassure your boyfriend about him, that he didn't know him as well as you did. he didn't want to hear any of it, his instincts screaming at him to shield you from this beast.

but of course, you didn't listen.

angry and crying, you stormed out of your house, cursing him for believing you dumb enough to make friends with untrustworthy people. you knew his doubts didn't come out of nowhere, south didn't exactly offer the best image of himself during your date, but you thought he would trust you more than that.

you almost instantly regretted your little outburst, the harsh cold of the night punishing you for not listening to your boyfriend and stay to sleep at his place. you shivered, draging yourself to another street, heart pounding when you heard hushed voices.

the buildings prevented you from seeing them correctly and you stood there for a while, contemplating if you should try and enter that path, knowing full well it was the only way to join your appartement.

you jumped in fear and almost let out a scream upon feeling a firm hand grab your shoulder. relief took over you right after seeing south's questioning eyes.

"what are you doing here in the middle of the night ?" his tone was harsh, absolutely incredulous at how reckless you had been and grew even more annoyed upon hearing your answer.

he cradled your face glistening with tears in his big hand, watching you sniff and sob, before gifting you his jacket. he hugged your weaker form, inhaling your stressed out scent and cursing your boyfriend under his breath, although you remained completely oblivious to it.

south never truly believed in soulmates. he was an alpha, one of the strongest and most feared alpha. he desired a lot of things : money, respect, to get stronger, and... you. he didn't want to meet his soulmate, he wanted you.

and south was an alpha. he desired a lot of things, which he all obtained one way or another. he was ready to steal, to fight, to break, to destroy, in order to get what he wanted.

and tonight was the perfect moment he was going to snatch away what he most cherished. you were so weak, so fragile it felt like you could be stolen from him any moment, and judging from your fearful figure he held with an extreme care almost foreign to him, it was obvious your boyfriend didn't know how to properly look after such a delicate thing.

he urged you home, where you belonged after all those months courting you. and you followed him pliantly, relishing the comfort an alpha like him could give you. he tucked you in his bed, the manly smell enveloping you like a warm blanket, strong scent invading your whole being and acting as a sleeping pill. you fell asleep in no time and smiled of content when you felt his hand holding yours.

a sharp pain is what woke you up. it sent daggers to your shoulder and you screamed out of pain, looking around you like a mad woman for what could be the reason.

you briefly look at your shoulder, noticing in your panic that your mark was bleeding. a wave of terror took over you completely, thoughts all focused on one person only, your soulmate, knowing exactly that the pain you felt wasn't normal and that something had happened to your boyfriend.

you jolted up from bed, ran out of south's room and went to open the door, shaking it like crazy once you realised it was locked. you called for south, not expecting any answer after a while but too desperate to give up.

you arm hurt so much but you knew your soulmate was in greater pain, your matching symbol acting as a warning to his health state.

the most horrible scenarios played in your mind when you tried to reach for your phone to call him, incapable of thinking of anything else but him. south was nowhere to be seen and you were trapped inside, screaming and kicking with what little strength you could muster considering your alarmed state.

you soon let yourself slide down the door, curling up on yourself and sobbing uncontrollably, a trail of blood tainting your arm. despite your efforts at remaining awake and vigilant, the pain was too much to bear and forced you asleep.

when south found you after coming back home, he felt a bit sorry to see you in such a state, and somehow, a bit guilty too. but he knew it was better that way.

he knelt before you quietly, studying your unconscious form. you were curled up at the door like a broken thing, your breath shallow, cheeks flushed, eyes red from crying.

his jaw tensed as he caught sight of the still-bleeding mark on your shoulder. that damned mark.

It hadn’t faded, even after what he’d done. soulmate bonds were stubborn. sometimes unbreakable. but there were other ways to sever connections. messier ways. more painful.

he didn't like that it had come to this. he’d hoped you’d choose him on your own. that eventually, you’d grow tired of living cherishing a bond that clearly didn’t serve you. but instead, you clung to it. to him. a man too small for the kind of love you deserved. too weak to properly soothe up your tears. one who failed to protect you. one who couldn't even keep you warm when it mattered.

south had simply helped fate along. that’s how he saw it at least.

he gently picked you up, brushing a stray hair from your face, and carried you back to the bed with an ease that contradicted the chaos in his chest. your skin was cold, your expression still frowning in worry, and it angered him that even unconscious, you were mourning someone else.

“just wait,” he whispered, brushing your temple with his thumb. “you’ll see.”

he sat beside you the entire night. he didn’t sleep. just watched the slow rise and fall of your chest, inhaling the scent he knew for sure now belonged to him.

you woke up slowly, disoriented. the sunlight warmed the sheets but didn’t reach you. your shoulder ached, a deep throb beneath the bandage that pulsed with every beat of your heart.

for a second, your mind was blank. and then it all came rushing back.

you sat up too fast and the room spun, with the bedsheets tangled around your legs. you scrambled toward the nightstand, searching for your phone, your bag, anything — but it was gone.

your voice was raw when you called out : “south?”.

and he was already there, protective and guarding you, even in his own home.

he was leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed, and an unreadable gaze. a slow breath left him when he saw you panicking.

“you shouldn’t move so fast,” he said, stepping into the room, a sense of authority drifting around him. “you’ll rip it open again.”

“what did you do?” your voice trembled, anger cracking through the fear.

his jaw tensed at your question, but the answer was calm, composed. “i protected you.”

you stared at him, but he didn’t elaborate, he didn’t need to.

the mark and the blood. the scream buried deep in your flesh, the pain that you had felt. you knew what he meant.

your soulmate was gone. and that was all south's doing.

you gripped the blankets like a lifeline, hands shaking, tears filling your eyes. “you… killed him.”

“i stopped him,” he corrected softly, like he was stating a fact, trying to explain a simple thing to a kid too dumb to understand. “from hurting you. from keeping you from where you belonged.”

you couldn’t breathe, your chest tightened and felt heavy. “you don’t get to decide that—!”

“i do,” south snapped, and the room shifted.

it was the first time he raised his voice at you, although usually harsh, he never lost his temper in front of you. the alpha in him came forward, harsh and unable to see the wrong in his actions. you flinched, instincts screaming, your scent spiking in fear before you could help it.

his gaze sharpened, visibly angered. but he didn’t touch you.

he forced himself to soften, to reassure his panicked omega. he slowly crouched in front of you, his voice lower now. it was controlled, almost too calm.

“i’m not the bad guy,” he said, voice gentle, almost in a coaxing manner. “he didn’t deserve you. you don’t even know how close he came to losing you. walking alone at night? that part of town? you could’ve been taken, hurt, worse—”

“i was going home!” you cried.

“if he cared, you wouldn't be wandering the streets at midnight. some people just don't know how to protect what they have". he grabbed your hand, gently, but with a grip you couldn't escape from.

“i warned you,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “i told you. i told you he wasn’t good enough. and you didn’t listen.”

you tried to pull away. “you can’t just— you don't get to decide what's best for me".

“i did what needed to be done,” he said, voice quieter now. “because you’re mine. i took care of it because you shouldn't have to worry".

his hand came up to your jaw, fingers brushing it softly, like he was trying to calm a trembling animal.

“i didn’t want it to be like this,” he added. “i gave you time. i really tried to be patient.”

you blinked rapidly, tears blurring your surroundings. “but you locked me in here.”

“i kept you here. there’s a difference.”

he let go, walked across the room and opened the window, letting in fresh air like that made the cage any less suffocating.

“i know it hurts right now,” he said. “but pain fades. that bond, it was never meant to last. not compared to what i can give you.”

you didn’t answer him and he glanced back, jaw tensed. “he would’ve let you die, you know that? you would've never been safe with him.”

your voice was small now. “that’s not true.”

“you were out there. you were crying, you were alone and in danger. and i found you, not him".

he stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. his eyes darkened, flickering with an intensity that wasn’t all about anger or control, it felt more personal, something he felt just for you. a fierce, unshakable loyalty. his whole focus was on you, like you were the only thing that mattered, and he’d do anything to keep you close.

“i won’t let anything take you away from me,” he whispered.

you looked away, and his fingers gripped your chin, forcing your eyes back to his. “i can smell it,” he said, softly. “you’re scared".

his hand released you, and for a second, there was silence again.

south then rose to his full height. and his voice had lost all his previous softness. “you’ll eat. you’ll sleep. you’ll heal.”

"and when you’re ready,” he added, watching you like he could already see the future, “you’ll thank me.”

he stops mid-step, and turns his head slowly toward you.

you only blink up at him, a little confused. “what?”

draken presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, watching your face like he’s trying to figure out if you’re messing with him. but you’re not. at all.

and so he exhales slowly through his nose and keeps walking.

you keep going too, unfazed. “they were saying stuff like, ‘don’t just sit there, if it’s good, let him hear it.’” you say, imitating one of your friends with a laugh. “‘make a little sound, show appreciation, y’know?’ i guess alphas are more sensory-driven?”

draken is staring ahead now, jaw a little tight.

but you dont notice any change in him, so you keep going, and glance up at him again. “i’ve been trying it. like earlier at dinner when that soup hit just right? I was like ‘mmh’ without even thinking.”

“…yeah.” draken’s voice comes out lower than usual. “i noticed.”

you smile brightly, proud of your progress. “right? it kinda feels nice too. like I’m not holding anything in.”

he hums, hand tightening slightly on the convenience bag. but as usual, you don’t notice.

“i think i’ll try it when we watch that movie you picked out. let myself be a little more expressive.”

draken clears his throat, shifting the bag to his other hand. “just—maybe tone it down if there are other guys around.”

you blink. “huh? why?”

he glances at you, expression unreadable. “because i know what they’ll hear when you do that.”

you frown in confusion, gentle eyes trying to understand what he meant by reading his face. “hear what?”

but he doesn’t answer. instead, he just puts his arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you a little closer to his side. his scent settles heavier around you, it's warm and grounding, you always love when he does that. it makes you feel safe.

“…what did you think i meant?” you ask.

he chuckles, lowly. “nothing, baby. just remind me to have a little talk with your friends.”

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♡. ALPHA! RYUSEI (nervous with first times...)

the sun’s lowering over the park, soft orange stretching across the concrete path as ryusei walks beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding the soda you’ve both been sipping from.

your scent is warm in the evening air, the kind of softness only an omega can have, the one that lingers subtly when you’re relaxed.

you’re sitting on the edge of a bench now, legs swinging slightly. you take the soda back, fiddling with the straw mindlessly with your fingers. and then you say it, all quiet and casual :

“i get kinda nervous with first times.”

ryusei pauses, just a second too long and then repositions himself slightly, leaning an elbow on the backrest, his eyes sharp now.

“first times?” he repeats, his voice was soft but laced with interest. “you mean, like… trying new things?”

you nod without looking up, lips curling around the straw, taking another sip.

“yeah. i never know what to say. i always overthink it. but… i like figuring it out with someone I trust.”

and with that, he stills. because there’s no way you realize what that sounds like.

and yet, you're all soft posture, calm breathing, sitting close enough that your scent reaches him, untouched by the breeze. you’re not even doing anything, just being yourself in the most innocent way.

ryusei clears his throat, covering the heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“right,” he says, with a low smirk. “good thing i’m pretty experienced.”

and at that, you giggle, finally looking up at him. “you mean with awkward new things?”

“sure. whatever you call them.”

and then, there’s a slight pause. and just when he thinks you’re about to shyly apologise for saying something so out of pocket, the way you always do when you catch yourself thinking out loud, you tilt your head up and add : “like the first time i had to cook for a whole family. i totally froze. i didn’t even know how to preheat the oven.”

ryusei blinks at your confession, totally thrown.

“…oh,” he says, slightly after. and then he chuckles, leaning back and letting the tension leave his shoulders.

“that’s… not what i thought you meant.”

and you frown softly at him, not sure what he actually had in mind. “what’d you think i meant?”

“never mind,” he says, smiling lazily. his voice is lower now, but in a calm way. though you didn't notice how tensed he had been since you started talking.

you laugh a little, oblivious. “i burned the garlic bread. i was so embarrassed. but i didn’t feel as bad after, because they still liked it.”

and he watches you as talk, all sweet and happy, head tilted slightly. “you always do that.”

“do what?”

“talk like that.” his eyes narrow a little, still amused. “say stuff that sounds like something else, and act like you’ve got no idea.”

you blink slowly at him, looking genuinely confused. “…something else like what?”

he doesn’t answer you. he just leans in, close enough to catch another inhale of your scent, and takes the bottle from your hand.

“you really don’t know, huh?”

you smile easily with that soft look you always give him, shrugging. “i just like talking to you.”

ryusei exhales through his nose, something between a laugh and a sigh. his instincts tickling him upon witnessing how oblivious you could get.

he ends up handing you the soda back. “you’re dangerous.”

and you blink again, soft scent hugging him almost mockingly. “what?”

“nothing,” he says, dismissing your question. “you wanna go get dinner?”

and you nod, hopping up without hesitation, brushing your hand against his arm in passing, delighted to be spending time with your boyfriend.

and ryusei follows, quiet, amused, and just a little bit on edge, wondering how long he’s going to survive this kind of innocence.

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♡. ALPHA! KAZUTORA (been doing lots of stuff with other guys lately...)

you’re sitting side by side on the couch, both scrolling lazily on your phones. the room is totally quiet except for the faint city sounds slipping through the windows.

you're thinking a bit too much, as usual, and that's when, out of nowhere, you say like it’s nothing : “i’ve been doing a lot of stuff with other guys lately.”

kazutora’s eyes snap up, heart pounding a little faster. he tries to keep calm, but his voice drops low, cautious. “stuff?”

you bite your lip, thinking for a second, which doesn't help your case.

“yeah… like hanging out, talking, and sometimes they ask me to give them a hand with things.”

kazutora freezes for a moment, his mind racing. 'give them a hand' sounds innocent enough, but there’s an edge to it that makes him extra cautious, especially since kazutora knows how you somehow always end up in weird situations.

and so he leans in, voice quieter but tense. “what kind of things?”

you shrug, totally unaware of the implications. “oh, you know… stuff like helping them study or giving advice for group projects, but sometimes they ask for… other stuff too."

kazutora’s jaw tightens. his protective instincts kicking in hard, heart hammering, he doesn't know where this is going, but he somehow absolutely hates it.

“other stuff?”

you nod like it’s no big deal. “yeah, like sometimes they want me to do things i’m not really sure about. but I just say yes, I don’t like turning people down.”

kazutora exhales slowly but the worry doesn’t leave his eyes, it even gets worse, scent barely held in. he’s silent for a moment, trying to imagine what she might mean. his mind spins through possibilities, tension taking over all his senses.

“you’re telling me other guys ask you for things you don’t even wanna do… and you just go along with it?” he finally says quietly, trying to keep his voice steady.

you smile softly, still clueless. “yeah, basically. but it’s easier to just help out than explain why not.”

kazutora nods slowly, his jaw ticks and he laughs once, bitterly, like he can’t believe you just said that so casually. a few seconds pass in silence, the air thick with his rising anger, unsure what to say first, how to address the fact that other alphas have been taking advantage of your sweet nature.

but you don't notice that, and you add casually, "like the other day, this guy i don't even know asked me to help him practice introducing himself before a big meeting. he was really nervous.”

kazutora blinks, the tension draining away. his expression shifts to confusion, absolutely blown away by what you just said. but relief soon takes over his mind.

“wait… that’s it?”

you grin, completely unaware of the panic you just put him through. “yeah! i’m just too nice, i guess.”

kazutora laughs softly, shaking his head. he reaches over and kisses your forehead, feeling lighter now that the misunderstanding is cleared.

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♡. ALPHA! HANMA (like warm and sticky stuff)

the kitchen smells like vanilla and cinnamon, warm and sweet and a little chaotic. there's flour on the counter, a spoon is dropped into the sink, and you're leaning over the mixing bowl, swiping some of the gooey batter onto your finger with a satisfied hum.

hanma stands across from you, sleeves rolled up, grinning as you sneak another taste.

“god, i love swallowing warm, sticky stuff,” you sigh, licking your finger clean. “it reminds me of when i was little and used to eat frosting off the spoon. it’s just so comforting.”

and there’s a pause. then, with a loud clang, hanma drops the mixing bowl.

batter splatters onto the floor in slow motion, and you let out a startled yelp, “hanma! that was our last batch!”

but he’s not listening. instead, he’s bent over, bracing himself against the counter, laughing so loud. his whole body shakes, and he actually wipes a tear from the corner of his eye.

“you—” his laughter makes it hard to speak clearly, “you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

you frown, crouched down with a rag in your hand, already cleaning his mess. “what? i was just talking about the batter.”

he stares at you, absolutely delighted. “you don’t even know what you just said, do you?”

you tilt your head, confused, and repeat yourself. “that i like eating the warm—”

he practically chokes hearing you, grabbing the edge of the counter to steady himself.

“oh, my sweet baby,” he says between laughs, “you say the filthiest things with the most innocent face.”

your eyebrows knit together, clearly confused. “i’m not filthy! i was just—”

“—swallowing something warm and sticky, yeah, i got it.” he finishes, still grinning like it’s the best thing he’s heard all week.

you narrow your eyes at him. “why is that funny?”

he walks around the counter, still laughing under his breath as he crouches down to help you clean up the spilled batter, hand brushing yours as he leans close enough for his voice to drop lower. "you're dangerous, y'know that? sayin' stuff like that with no clue what it does to me."

you blink, soft eyes looking up at his amused face. “...for saying i like cake batter?”

and he just laughs again, shaking his head, clearly giving up on trying to explain.

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♡. ALPHA! RINDOU (guys love it when girls use their mouth)

you and rindou are sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building, the city lights twinkling below you. the night air is cool, you’re sharing a bag of chips and you’re mid-rant about your younger cousin’s school struggles.

“she’s so stressed,” you say, frowning as you remember the phone call you just had with her. “she says the boys in her class never get what she’s trying to say, and she ends up getting blamed for stuff during group work.”

rindou hums disinterestedly beside you, more focused on your voice than the actual words. he likes how you talk when you’re distracted : thoughtful, cute, a little out of breath from talking so much, and that sweet scent you let out only near him.

you dig in the bag for more chips and add, almost too calmly for him, “apparently guys love it when girls use their mouth.”

his heart misses a beat and he's snapping his head towards you. “…what?”

you glance up at him, puzzled. “yeah, like when they explain things properly? instead of just expecting guys to magically understand.”

he stares at you for a while, like he just got hit by a brick. but you don’t notice, as you’re too busy unwrapping the chocolate you found in your pocket.

“my cousin said the boys get super frustrated when girls just kind of stare and wait for them to guess what they mean. so i told her : just use your mouth. speak up. say what you want.”

he covers the lower half of his face with his hand, ears flushed pink. “please stop saying it like that,” he mutters under his breath.

you blink at him, absolutely confused at the change in his scent. “huh?”

“nothing,” he coughs, shaking his head, lips twitching as he tries to erase a grin. “just… remind me never to let you give advice when I'm not around.”

you shrug, tossing the wrapper into back into your pocket, “why? i think i give great advice.”

he doesn't respond, simply laughs at you, and how cute you're being. so you give him a playful nudge, not understanding where his agitation comes from. “you’re weird.”

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♡. ALPHA! SANZU (a nice, deep sleep)

you’re lying stretched out on the couch, the late afternoon sun spreading its soft shadows around the room. your voice is low and almost dreamy when you whisper, “i like it when i can’t move the next morning. it means it was a good night.”

sanzu, sitting beside you, blinks slowly, his eyes narrowing, playful but confused. “...what kind of night are we talking about here?”

you grin, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “sleep, silly. like, a really deep kind of sleep. you know, the kind where you wake up sore all over but totally refreshed.”

he lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand down his face as his expression softens into something almost amused, looking at you with gentle eyes, as if you were the most precious thing ever. “baby, you don’t make it easy for me, do you?”

you lift your head, catching his eyes with a small, innocent smile. “well, maybe i like it when you tire me out.”

sanzu’s eyes darken just a little at that, and he moves closer to you, his voice dropping low and calm. “well, next time, just tell me. i want to be ready for you.”

you sit back, feeling the warmth of him beside you, his presence comfortable and making you feel safe and protected.

and the subtle hum of his steady breathing tells you he’s more than willing, even proud, to take care of his omega, no matter what kind of night it is. (soft sanzu!!!)

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♡. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO (need both hands)

you’re trying to help shinichiro carry a heavy box into the house, even though he insisted you stay still and safe.

the edges dig into your palms, and you’re struggling to keep a grip. suddenly, your fingers slip, and the box tilts dangerously.

you gasp, dropping it with a soft noise on the floor. “oh my god, it slipped out of my hands... it was so thick, I could barely wrap my fingers around it.”

shinichiro freezes, eyes wide in a second before his breath stays stuck in his throat. “…what now?”

you huff, rubbing your palms like that’ll make the sting go away, admitting shinichiro was right and that you should've just rested on the couch.

“the box,” you say, cheeks flushing faintly, “the corners are just too wide. you’re stronger than me though, so you can probably handle it better.”

he blinks slowly, then looks up at the ceiling as if asking the sky to give him patience. his voice is low, with a mixture of exasperation and amusement, visibly shocked at what can come out of his omega's mouth so innocently.

“i am SO in love with you, but damn, you say some wild stuff.”

you roll your eyes playfully at him and start to walk past him, muttering under your breath, “i'll need both hands next time.” oblivious to the way he almost drops to his knees at your innocent words, that sounded way too dirty for him.

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♡. ALPHA! CHIFUYU (so big it breaks your jaw)

you’re sitting outside the konbini store, sipping a peach juice from the carton. chifuyu sits beside you, slowly unwrapping his sandwich without saying much, only listening to your rambling.

you take a bite of your snack and mutter, “ugh, that was way bigger than i expected.”

that catches his attention, and chifuyu glances over, eyebrows knitting slightly in concern.

“like, i thought it’d be bite-sized, but my jaw literally cracked trying to get a single bite.”

you say it completely casually, as if you’re just talking about the size of your snack, which you are. meanwhile, chifuyu’s eyes look down for a moment, his throat tightens, and he shifts awkwardly, clearly caught off guard by the unintended double meaning.

“you… you okay?” he asks, voice a little unsteady, playing it cool but failing miserably.

you nod, poking at your wrapper and smiling softly. “yeah, just didn’t expect it to be that big. didn’t look that way from the outside.”

chifuyu clears his throat, cheeks flushing faintly, and he quickly looks away, blinking rapidly as if trying to reset his thoughts. feeling guilty for what goes through his head when you look so clueless and peaceful, munching on a little piece of chocolate you took from the bag.

you smile at him, oblivious to how flustered he’s gotten, and keep sipping your juice. chifuyu slowly calms down, thanking the comforting pheromones you let out, and reminding himself to keep his cool next to you.

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♡. ALPHA! KAKUCHO (poor gag reflex)

you’re sitting side by side on the couch with kakucho, sharing a big cup of bubble tea. the kind scent of your boyfriend surrounds you as you chew thoughtfully on one of the tapioca pearls.

and suddenly, you pause, brows furrowing slightly. “i always forget i have a really sensitive gag reflex.”

kakucho’s eyes narrow just a bit, his breathing steady but there's a faint surprise inside his gaze. “you do?”

you nod at his question, swirling the straw between your fingers. “yeah. these pearls... if i don’t chew them enough, they get stuck. one moment i’m fine, the next i’m tearing up like I’m about to cry.”

he watches you carefully, expression calm but clearly registering the unintentional effect of your words, amused but worried at how casually you can say such stuff.

he leans back slowly and lets out a shaky breath, voice low and even. “you don’t realize what you say sometimes, do you?”

you look up at him, genuinely confused, scent soft and innocent. “huh? i’m just talking about the boba.”

his eyes darken slightly as he meets your gaze, voice dropping again, low and steady. “you make it harder than it has to be".

you smile softly, oblivious to the weight behind his words, deciding to just go back to sipping your drink.

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♡. ALPHA! BAJI (love to keep a mouth full)

you’re sitting outside, enjoying each other's presence, your soft scents enveloping the both of you. the sun is slowly setting, the day coming to an end, leaving you all tired and in your own little world.

you pick up a pen from the ground, turning it thoughtfully between your fingers. and then, without much thought, you say to baji, "i’m kinda weird, you know? i really like having stuff in my mouth, even if it’s not food."

baji glances over at you, one eyebrow quirking up as a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "not food?"

you shrug, smiling softly like it’s no big deal. “yeah. sometimes i chew on pens or straws when i’m thinking. helps me focus.”

he chuckles low, leaning back on his hands, watching you with a mix of amusement and something quieter, loving how you can say the most out of pocket things. “never knew that about you.”

you shrug again, completely casual, unaware of the double meaning lingering beneath your words. “i guess it’s a bad habit or something, but i can’t help it. it makes me feel calm.”

baji’s gaze lingers on you a little longer, entertained by your innocence, knowing full well how that sounded. he keeps his voice soft, careful not to break the peaceful mood between you two. “good to know you’ve got your ways.”

you grin and hold out the pen to him, inviting him to do the same. “want to try?”

he laughs quietly, shaking his head with a smirk. “nah, I’ll leave that one to you.”

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♡. ALPHA! MIKEY (sitting on it just right)

you’re hanging out by mikey’s bike in the garage, the afternoon sun peaking through the window. he’s wiping down the seat when you glance over, curious.

“i’ve never really sat on a bike like this before,” you say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “it looks kinda… intimidating.”

mikey smirks, not saying anything yet, just enjoying your presence and how you always have so much to say, filling his ears with your soft voice.

you keep talking, totally chill, like you’re just sharing your thoughts. “i mean, you gotta really get on it, right? like, sit down hard enough so you don’t slip off. i bet it takes some time getting used to it.”

he raises an eyebrow at your words, but you don’t notice. you simply keep going, “yeah, and your legs have to grip it tight, or you’re not gonna stay steady when it moves.”

mikey finally looks up at you, a little amused. “you’re overthinking it.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “nah, i’m serious. i can imagine it’s kinda rough at first, but that’s just part of learning, right?”

he leans back, folding his arms, trying to keep his cool. “yeah… sitting on it the right way’s important.” he answers, a bit cautious.

you grin, nodding. “exactly! i don’t wanna mess it up when i'll first try. i want to be good at it.”

mikey clears his throat, voice low and amused. “maybe I should teach you sometime.” he says, watching how you happily hop onto the seat at his words, absolutely clueless at how your words affect him.

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— i really liked the concept behind this one, but somehow i'm not entirely satisfied with how it turned out. i feel like it could've been better... i hope you still enjoyed though !

back when they were younger, before the blood, the fights, and before the world tore them apart, she was his omega. she wasn't official, none of them ever said anything about it, never categorising their relationship out loud as it was too precious to be put in a box.

but the way she moved, the way she smelled, it was once all his for a while. he silently owned this soft and gentle presence, balancing out the chaos in his life. a presence that made him feel loved and at peace.

but he never tried to change things between them. it was comfortable the way it was. and even though he wanted more, he never had the courage to keep her by his side.

he remembered how she had looked up to him when they were young, how her delicate hands trembled whenever they touched, how her voice softened just for him. he had always been her protector, her support. driven by an alpha’s instinct to guard and hold, he was fierce and reliable.

so when he saw her now, shivering on the cracked pavement, ragged clothes hanging off her, eyes wide and unblinking, he wondered when it all went wrong.

how did life messed you up this bad ?

you looked so small, so painfully vulnerable.

the omega he had once held so carefully, who had needed him then, was still there, but different, tortured by time and a life way too harsh for her. your skin was smudged with dirt, your hair tangled. and yet despite everything, you were still impossibly beautiful in that quiet way omegas are : soft, pure like something that was made to be protected.

really, what happened ?

you were kind, sweet. you used to bring him snacks without asking. used to smile when he didn’t even deserve it, and talked to him like he was human, not something awful and scary. and he never said it out loud, but you made the world bearable for a little while.

and now this?

now you looked like you hadn't been hugged in years.

your scent, his favorite scent, was numbed by the cold, exhaustion, and whatever pain you've had to go through in order to survive. and it didn’t suit you, none of this did in his eyes.

you were supposed to end up with some decent alpha. some guy who took care of your needs without you having to ask. who cooked your favorite meals and kept you warm and never, ever let you fall this far.

not like this. not here. and definitely not all alone.

mikey’s jaw clenched so tight it ached. his fists were already curled at his sides, twitching with guilt as he watched his highschool sweetheart he had abandoned a few years ago, so sure his presence in her life would've only resulted in misery.

so where was the world that was supposed to treat you gently? and where was the life you deserved?

you, who should’ve had a quiet home and soft blankets and someone to press kisses into your neck just to calm your nerves. you, who should’ve been spoiled and cared for, never left in the dirt like a stray.

and he hated it. hated that no one had done that for you. hated that he’d let you go. that he thought keeping things as they were would be enough. and regretted that he hadn’t stepped in when he had the chance. regretted that he convinced himself it was better to keep you at arm’s length, telling himself it was safer, easier, that nothing had to change. you were always there, soft and kind and good to him, and he’d thought that would always be enough.

but it wasn’t, and he knew that now. because you looked at him like he was all you had left. and maybe that was the case. especially in your state.

but he wasn’t the soft alpha you used to sit next to on rooftops. nor was he the tired but gentle boy you’d offer snacks to during long school days. that side of him died with everything else after you parted ways.

the man standing over you now, all dressed in black and dirty money, wasn’t warm. and he wasn’t gentle. his hands weren’t clean anymore.

and yet, even like this, your eyes still found something positive in him. mikey could see that you clung to the past version of him, that you still trusted him.

you didn’t flinch when he crouched down in front of you and you didn’t look away when he stared into your face with those once familiar eyes, now dark and unreadable.

you just blinked slowly, lips slightly parted and throat swallowing thickly as if you wanted to say something, but didn’t have the strength to.

and how he hated how small your voice sounded when you finally did speak. “…mikey?”. his jaw twitched, his hands curled into fists against his knees.

he knew you were cold, he could feel it even from here. the wind was sharp and he was absolutely sure that thin sweater of yours didnt shield anything. and yet, you didn’t even try to pull it tighter, as if you were too tired to fight back.

“who did this to you?” he asked quietly, his chest tightening.

you didn’t answer him. you just looked away, shame clouding your expression. and that pissed him off more than anything.

you, his sweet little omega, the girl who used to fuss over his injuries and light candles in her room when he looked too tired, you thought this was your fault?

“stand up,” he said simply.

you went to protest, but he beat you to it, interrupting you and repeating himself.

“I said, get up.”

you flinched. once again, your first instinct was to argue, to tell him no, that he didn’t have to bother, that you weren’t worth the trouble.

you didn’t even look like a person anymore, let alone an omega. your clothes were ruined, your scent unbalanced, your skin dull and bruised in places you didn’t even remember getting hurt. and he looked like the embodiment of power, like the kind of alpha who controlled entire empires.

that's why you felt disgusting next to him.

“I—I can’t.” your voice cracked, barely above a whisper, weak and tired. “look at me…”

he did, and that was the problem. he was still looking at you, like none of it mattered. like he still saw you under all that filth, and that only made the shame even more unbearable.

you looked away, hugging yourself, small hands grabbing your own arms. “you shouldn’t see me like this,” you mumbled, voice shaking.

mikey didn’t move for a moment. but quietly replied, voice trying hard to be soft and reassuring. “don’t say that.”

his voice had shifted, it was deeper and lower. his scent was also firmer now, filling the cold street with that unmistakable alpha presence, strong and commanding. but it wasn't suffocating, instead, it helped ground you, made you feel a little bit more at ease.

“I don’t care what you look like,” he said, stepping in close, until his shadow covered your smaller form. “you’re not staying here. not another second.”

you shook your head, voice breaking with something between panic and humiliation, once again trying to protest, in vain, because mikey wasn't letting you out there, he wasn't going to just walk away. not this time.

he took off his coat and wrapped it around you before you could even realise it. you smelled like dirt, like the streets, like everything you should never have had to endure, and still, beneath it, that soft omega scent was there, faint but distinct. soft and sweet, just like he remembered.

it was his. always been. he had always felt more possessive upon smelling your pheromones, felt like it was his duty to look after you. and so he did what he didn't do before.

you looked up at him, shocked as he hooked an arm under your knees and lifted you like you weighed nothing, and your fingers grabbed his shirt automatically.

you tried to pull your face away from his chest, eyes avoiding his face. “mikey, don’t—just, put me down. this is... this is too much.”

he didn’t even slow down. “you can barely stand.”

“I’m fine.” you answered, although you perfectly knew the hunger had gotten to you and that you wouldn't have been able to take a single step yourself before falling down. and mikey knew it.

“no, you’re not.”

his tone was blunt, not harsh, but it was not open for debate either. and somehow, that steadiness calmed you more than any gentle reassurance could have. mikey wasn’t soft, not anymore, not like back then. but he was constant, reliable and he meant what he said.

he was silent the entire walk to the car. a black vehicle parked on a corner, the engine was still running, clearly waiting for him. the driver didn’t even blink at the sight of mikey carrying a clearly weakened omega in his arms. maybe he was used to it, or maybe he just knew better than to ask.

mikey placed you inside gently, as if you’d break at any sudden mouvement. he pulled the seatbelt over your chest and clicked it in. his hand lingered for a moment at your side, before pulling away slowly, like it took everything in him to leave your side for a bit.

he then got in on the other side and shut the door. the silence in the car was thick.

your voice was small when you whispered, “you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” he cut in flatly. “you think I’m going to leave you out there? after what you’ve been through?”

you looked down at your hands resting on your lap, trying not to let your scent increase with the embarrassment and anxiety rolling off you.

but mikey noticed, of course he did. mikey was sharp and all his senses had been focused on your whole being since he first saw you tonight.

he leaned back in the seat, turning his head just slightly to look at you. “you’re not a burden.” he said, wanting to reassure you and appease your mind.

you didn't answer, playing with your fingers nervously.

“I should’ve kept you close,” he added after a while and the silence that followed was heavy.

“but you didn’t,” you whispered, and you didn’t even mean it to sound bitter when you did. it was just... true.

“no. I didn’t.” his jaw twitched. he didn't blame you for saying the truth. he really regretted his actions.

“I thought leaving things how they were would protect you,” he said, almost in an attempt to reassure himself more than you. “thought if I kept my distance, didn’t drag you into anything… you’d get the life you deserved.”

he glanced at you then, with a gaze too sharp and dark to be meant for you. “and now look at what they did to you.”

“you were supposed to be safe. with someone good, in a warm house, with food, with someone who gave you what you needed. not—” he interrupted himself, clenching his hands in his lap. “not this.”

you couldn’t even look at him. you felt way too exposed, ashamed and disappointed at yourself for failing your life so miserably and ending up in this situation. you were not where you were supposed to be : next to a loving husband that could've given you the life any omega like you craved for.

mikey didn't take his eyes off you. he reached out to you again, slower this time, brushing your wrist with his fingers, carefully. “you're coming with me. I promise I’ll fix this.”

and although you still felt undeserving, still felt like you should be ashamed to accept it, you didn’t pull away, accepting his bigger hand into yours, enjoying the touch that once brought you comfort.

there was no way you could pull away. not when his scent enveloped your body like a warm blanket, making you feel the safest you've ever did in what felt like ages.

you wanted to trust mikey once again, wanted to believe he would make things alright again, that you wouldn't have to worry anymore. that he'd take care of you the way you dreamed he would've done a few years ago, when everything still felt beautiful and promising.

because you were sure now that, if no one else could protect you, he would.

his statement made every head in the room snapped up. “you have an omega?!” three people voiced at the same time.

he blinked. “I didn’t think I had to say anything.”

amidst the chaos, mikey leaned forward. “...does she make desserts ?”

draken narrowed his eyes. “no. she makes my desserts.”

mikey sighed grumpily and tried to steal one of the pastry inside the box, trying hard to be sneaky. draken didn’t even look up, he just reached out and shoved the lid closed with one hand.

“I’ll break your fingers.”

“come on, bro, just a little piece—”

“I said no.” draken leaned forward, voice low. “she cooked for me. not for you. not for the gang. this isn’t some open buffet. you don’t even get to look at it too long.”

and that was the end of it. for the rest of the meeting, draken quietly ate with his head low, gaze soft only when he picked up the little note you'd written : a small paper with pink hearts, telling him to not skip lunch and that you love him.

he folded it carefully and tucked it into his wallet, because that's just how much you mean to him<3 his warm, delicate little omega who left home just to feed him, the only thing keeping him grounded in his chaotic lifestyle...

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𐙚. ALPHA! MIKEY

you realised mikey had forgotten his lunchbox a while after he left for his toman meeting. it was night and the screams were the only things confirming you were getting closer to the shrine.

you discerned mikey standing on top of the stairs and decided to get closer and wait until the meeting was over.

you thought you made yourself discreet, not wanting to disturb anyone, but mikey had caught a faint smell, alluring and captivating.

of course it was yours.

he told draken to handle things until he came back and joined your side, a huge question mark above his head. what was his pretty omega doing here? was there something wrong?

when you handed him his lunchbox, curious eyes scrutinised the two of you. mikey was really quiet with his private life and didn't say much details.

by the time you and mikey had a small talk, the meeting was over and his friends joined you.

mikey was too busy devouring your homemade food he didn't react when they asked you all kind of questions, giving you space only when you seemed a bit stressed by their strong presence.

mikey scolded them just slightly, knowing you were not in danger.

and everyone's waiting for mikey to explain just who you are?? and he simply shrugs and tells them your his omega.

"she can cook anything!" he said proudly.

now you picked everyone's curiosity and the remaining smell of the fresh food was making everyone drool.

baji's the one calling him a lucky guy and you're blushing because both mitsuya and draken are agreeing.

none of them can get home to a lovely omega cooking for their alpha and none of them can count on a perfect omega like you to bring them food during the day, and now they want a taste of it.

mikey unbothered look dropped soon enough and started nagging his friends like a child. there's no way his omega will be cooking for other alphas who are not him >:(

it's a categorical no from him and when he hears baji insisting you swear he was ready to throw hands.

luckily you absolutely love to cook and making extra portions once in a while is no big deal.

so you promise that's what you're gonna do and now everyone's envious of mikey.

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𐙚. ALPHA! MITSUYA

you dropped by the sewing club like you always did, lunchbox in hand, his name written neatly on the label. luna and mana, who regularly spent their lunch here, ran to greet you, already babbling about how their brother skipped breakfast again.

mitsuya looked up, tired but grateful, as you set the bento down in front of him and gently fixed the collar of his uniform. you didn’t scold him, you just smiled at his neglected appearance and unpacked the meal, hands working with care.

his sisters giggled at the little notes and sweets tucked inside, and the star-shaped rice, omelette, and strawberry slices arranged just how he liked them.

and as you worked so quietly, so gently, mitsuya found himself pausing more than once just to take in the sight of you. you were so delicate, so kind and always made time just for him... this sight of you taking care of him always stirred something fierce and protective in him.

and then, the door slid open. a few members of toman peeked in, catching the scent of a warm meal. they paused, staring at mitsuya, and then at you. and at the bento.

“…wait,” smiley muttered, his voice too loud in the quiet room. “that’s your omega?”

takemichi opened wide his eyes. “I didn’t even know mitsuya had an omega.” which wasn't a surprise since they never came during lunch, their presence here was unusual.

they looked back and forth between the soft-spoken person tidying up his napkin, and the ever-composed vice-captain who was now casually eating star-shaped rice like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“don’t even think about it,” he said calmly, blocking the dessert box with his elbow from the others who started coming too close to his food, smiley eyeing the desserts with too much envy.

you giggled, already pulling out another napkin to wipe mitsuya's cheek, along with his little sisters' who had already devoured the desserts you made for them.

mitsuya's friends lingered for a while longer, hungry and somehow a bit jealous, although softened by the sight of their friend being so kindly looked after.

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𐙚. ALPHA! BAJI

you made it a ritual to give baji his lunchbox before going to school. he would walk you to your classroom quite early in the morning, when nobody was even there, and go to his own.

but today you were running late and told baji not to wait for you.

"baji! here, your lunchbox! I'm sorry we couldn't walk together to school :( see you after classes!!", and he thanked you by placing a kiss to your temple.

you were both observed by a wide eyed ryusei and chifuyu who was choking on his food.

and baji acted like it was the most normal thing in the world.

ryusei and chifuyu didn't realise baji's lunches were all made by you, the food he so greedily ate without sharing... not even when both of them were begging to let them have a bite. it just smelled so delicious!!

what followed was chaos. chifuyu stared at baji like he had just discovered that his friend had secret life and it felt like a betrayal.

“wait—you have an omega?!”

ryusei was already halfway through baji’s lunch before a fist landed on his head. baji yanked the box out of his hands with a low growl, eyes dark.

“don’t touch what’s mine.”

it wasn’t just about the food. the lunchbox wasn’t just neatly packed : it was yours, what his sweet omega did to show him she cared and loved him. your scent clung to every napkin, your handwriting was the cutest he had ever seen and was across the little notes you sometimes tucked in, and the rice balls were shaped the way he liked. a soft fruit jelly on the side, just the flavor he craved and that you always remembered.

and he wasn’t about to let some idiot stick their fingers in what was his.

from that day on, chifuyu and ryusei could smell it : the faint, comforting scent of omega that lingered on baji’s uniform. they’d even catch him quietly opening his lunch during breaks with a rare softness on his face.

and no one dared to say a word. but they definitely talked between themselves when you came to pick him up after school, waiting just outside the gate with another snack in hand. and they looked as shocked as ever, when baji slung his arm around your waist like it was second nature.

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𐙚. ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

"hi babe! I'm just dropping off your food, I need to get to work quickly today". and with that you put shinichiro's food on the counter of his shop, sending him a flying kiss before dashing out the door to get to your car.

shinichiro barely got the chance to reply with a "thank you love!" that he already feels the burning eyes questioning him.

wakasa is utterly disgusted by the lovesick stare his friend seems to have, but more disturbed by the extremely casual conversation he just had with some omega he never heard of.

"who's that ? a new assistant?", shinichiro looks at him all proud before grabbing the bag you just dropped. he wiped his hands on his uniform and opened it, presenting the delicious food he had the pleasure to taste everyday.

"of course not, that's my girlfriend!", he replies with a bright smile. "look at that. she's the best, she always think about me even when she's late!"

wakasa and takeomi are more surprised by the fact that their friend actually got himself an omega, rather than the hot food inside the soft pink box. but they say nothing, too shocked to, as they watch shinichiro absolutely pleased and looking completely in love.

"how come you have a girlfriend and actually never told us about her?"

"wait—you didn't know?" he blinks, scratching the back of his neck. "I've been talking about her nonstop... she loves to cook, so she makes me lunch every day." he glances away with a sheepish smile. "but yeah, since you're not always around, I guess you just never saw her."

"whatever," wakasa scoffs, leaning closer. "just let us try some of that food—smells kinda good."

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𐙚. ALPHA! CHIFUYU

"oh, here you are 'fuyu! I cooked your lunch as promised! I need to get going but I'll wait for you as usual ?", you waited for his reply to get going and join your own classroom.

you didn't really pay attention to his two friends as looked at you confused, both stopping eating their own food. they watched you leave, your happy scent lingering in the air behind you.

chifuyu's own pheromones were circling around the group of friends, making baji and ryusei exchanged a few looks.

"who is that ?", ryusei did notice that chifuyu was spending less time with them, always scurrying to the school's gates whenever their classes were over.

they didn't question it as he never explicitly mentioned what his strange behaviour was about. but seeing a cute omega dropping some homemade food with a light blush on her cheeks, was poking their curiosity.

"that's my... girlfriend", his own face was covered with a hint of pink. this new denomination felt weird on his tongue, calling you his girlfriend felt nice.

"and she just gave you food ?", ryusei asked with an incredulous look.

"I know right! she's just so cute!" he excitedly showed the carefully sliced meet, small rice balls and other pieces of food you gathered in your favourite lunchbox.

"well, looks like chifuyu got himself quite the catch", ryusei remarked while clapping him on the back with a smirk.

"she looks nice, you're lucky", baji simply said upon remembering how warm and affectionate her tone had been.

“he’s not wrong,” ryusei says, only half joking. “but you're both lucky. baji’s got his mom feeding him, and you’ve got a girlfriend packing you lunch. I’m out here eating garbage most days.”

chifuyu just laughs, but he knows he’s lucky. not just for the food, but for you. you give him so much of your time and he wants to repay you the best he can.

he chuckled at the lighthearted way his friends took the news, and ate each bite with delight, feeling lucky you cooked for him in the first place.

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𐙚. BONUS :

𐙚. ALPHA! RAN & RIN (shared omega + bonten)

no one in bonten had ever seen rin or ran bring anyone around. not to meetings, not to the headquarters and not even in passing.

so when you quietly walked in one afternoon, oh so delicate and sweet, a little lunch bag clutched between your hands, sanzu almost choked on his cigarette.

“the hell?” he muttered under his breath, watching you approach the brothers with soft eyes and a gentle voice, barely audible over the gentle noise of the conversation.

rin leaned down so you didn’t have to reach up to him and ran took the bag from your hands like it was something fragile, like he didn’t tear bones apart with those same fingers. and when you smiled up at them, all soft and trusting, something in the room shifted.

you weren’t staff, and you weren’t freshly hired either. you were… something else. something that the haintani brothers treated with care and respect.

sanzu caught your scent then. it was soft, comforting and familiar in a way that made his instincts twitch. he didnt need much time to understand you were an omega.

and he made the mistake of calling out to you, in a casual way, his usual teasing words that should've never been directed at you.

“didn’t know you two were hiding someone like that.” he had a faint smirk. “gonna share?”

rin didn’t laugh and ran didn’t look amused either. sanzu's behaviour that they'd usually ignore couldn't have bothered them more than it did right now.

however, none of them even responded to sanzu. at least, not at first. they simply just stood there, their attention on you.

ran reached into the bag, pulled out a perfectly wrapped little box, while never breaking eye contact with sanzu. and rin brushed your wrist gently with his hand, where your scent is the strongest and most sensitive. a touch so brief, but so deeply territorial sanzu actually stepped back.

and then rin spoke, in a low and calm voice. “don’t bring her up again.”

that was all, no threats, no shouting. but the tension in the air remained, and so did your scent.

from that day on, no one commented when the haitani took their meetings in the far corner, where no one could hear a thing. no one asked about the extra cup of tea at their table. and when you passed sanzu again later that week, sweet as ever, polite and kind, he didn’t say a word.

he just looked away, feeling the weight of rin’s stare on his back.

he likes to keep you on his lap when he comes back from work, tucking your head on the crook of his neck, forcing you to inhale his powerful scent and gently hushing you, kissing your wet cheeks filled with tears and your quiet sobs.

he's kissing the top of your head, dizzy from how sugary sweet you smell. you have such a delicious scent, and to top it all off, your blood tastes as nice as it smells. he promised you he tried to be considerate, to not be too rough and scary, but it's just so hard to restrain himself when you look like a snack ready to be devoured.

he'll dig his fang inside your tender flesh, sucking the blood out of you, caressing your back affectionately while you squirm and try to get away from him. but he's stronger than you and you're stuck in his arms.

once he's done with you, he doesn't forget to tell how much of a good girl you've been. praising you for doing so well for your alpha and kissing you tenderly.

but mitsuya is understanding. he knows this is all a big change for you, who is used to fend for yourself, not used to the caring hand of a strong and reliable alpha like him. you have a hard time trusting him and it's okay, mitsuya will show you that a fragile being like you is better off in the embrace of someone stronger. you'll soon learn to accept that mitsuya finding you was a blessing and he's sure you'll be the perfect little housewife you're destined to be.

and indeed, he never fails to remind you how safer you are now that you're with him. he feeds you well, giving you only the sweetest delicacies the world has to offer. you now have a roof above your head and a sea of warm blankets, shielding you from the cold outside. he's been nothing but kind to you, speaking slowly and softly as if you were a small animal a yell could break. and if you put aside the occasional blood sucking session you have, you're sure you can say that you have it better than the majority of omegas of your time.

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𐙚. YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! IZANA

izana got your pretty and delicate self from a black market that sold unlucky omegas like you. a rare prize that awaited an alpha like a saviour, to come and take you away from here.

and izana was about to do just that, paying a heavy price for your ownership. but it was nothing compared to how deliciously helpless you looked under him. so weak and fragile, made to submit and obey. fear had turned you into the perfect pet and izana knew you'd keep him happy from now on.

he loved to scare and tease you. imposing unfair punishments when you weren't able to complete an impossible task on time, laughing at your cute face and wide doe eyes, looking up at him pleadingly, searching for his mercy as you would with a god.

izana was protective and he liked his things to be marked. the numerous bites decorating your neck and wrists weren't enough, nor were his heavy scent that always clung to you like a sickening perfume.

he made you kneel as he adjusted a new collar around your neck. it was velvet, soft, too soft for how tight it was. he says it’s to help with scent control. but really, it’s a mark. his. and he smiles when he hears you whimper as it clicks shut. "there, that's better. now everyone knows who you belong to".

izana liked to keep you pretty, putting his wealth on display by making sure you always were all dolled up. a pretty sight for him to devour. a pretty face that he could control at his will. he enjoyed how adorable you looked as you cried for him to stop being so greedy, tightening your lips shut when he sucked your blood.

he sometimes forced his pheromones to get to your brain, turning you into a dizzy and compliant mess, all too happy to obey your instincts. that's how izana loves you best; dumb and eager to devote your life to him.

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𐙚. YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! RIN & RAN

how cute! rin and ran love their docile little omega!

they got you in an omega center, where fragile beings who have yet to find the alpha they'll spend the rest of their life with, wait until someone finally takes them home.

upon seeing your clueless and scared little face, big glossy eyes looking at them as if pleading them to take you away from this scary place, they knew they had no choice but to take you with them.

you were sweet and compliant, a nice little doll who only lives to satisfy them, prioritising her alphas above anything else.

you were so eager to please, to obey, graciously taking your place on your knees beneath them and waiting for their command, too grateful to arbour any negative feelings against them. now you were here, with them, far away from that horrible place and the haitani brothers were your whole world, one you admired and worshipped.

you were too scared to upset them, to scared they would send you back to that awful place to pick up another omega. so you made sure to never get on their nerves, to please them in any way they demanded.

even when they took turns drinking your blood, you only muttered soft moans, careful not to appear too ungrateful and risking disturbing their peace.

you were so glad they cherished you this much. when ran had finished drinking from you, condescendingly laughing at you for being so agreeable, rin caught your weak body in his arms, licking the fresh bite his brother had just made and claiming the other side of your neck, all under ran's satisfied gaze.

you were so easy to torment, willingly smiling at them as if they hadn't just humiliated you by calling you a dumb puppy who can only wag her tail at the sight of her masters. while ran found your species endearing for how dependent on your stronger counterparts you were, rin thought he should cage you well so you never get hurt. he would've shackled you to the wall in their room if ran hadn't insisted they should let you roam along with them, loving how cute you looked following them so eagerly.

a day without them, and their little walking meal is crying and searching for them like crazy, how sweet! did they abandon you, did they leave to look for someone else ? ran loved seeing all those stupid thoughts make their way into your little brain, watching the internal conflict their departure had caused.

it did not take long for them to have a soft spot for you, now always making sure they leave you with enough blood so you don't die or develop any serious health issue. they feed you well, enjoying how happy you are about your situation. they maintain you the way they would do with an animal, wishing their little pet's life was as long as theirs...

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୨୧ YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! KAKUCHO

you were a gift. wrapped up in silk and trembling like a leaf, handed to him with a casual smirk and a “thought you’d like this one.”

kakucho didn’t say anything at first, he just looked at you for a long, long moment. tilted his head, like he was trying to figure out what to do with a thing so small and so scared.

you wouldn’t meet his eyes.

good. he liked that.

you were obedient from the start. silent and skittish. a soft little thing with a sweet scent and glossy eyes, the kind of omega that was made to be kept. and kakucho was the kind of alpha who kept what was his.

he didn’t need to raise his voice or chain you to the bed. you learned fast. learned to stay in the corner of the room with your hands in your lap, eyes down, thighs pressed together, like a good little pet.

he took care of you, of course. dressed you in soft nightgowns, brushed your hair when you were too dazed to do it yourself, fed you from his hand like you didn’t know how to hold a fork anymore. you were so helpless, it almost made him laugh. almost.

you slept in his bed, curled up against him while he whispered to you about loyalty, about devotion. about how pets like you were safest in the arms of someone stronger, someone who could protect you from the world, from yourself.

sometimes he’d come home after a long night, blood on his hands, and find you dozing off in the corner of the room. he’d scoop you up, carry you to bed, press kisses to your forehead like he didn’t scare you half to death.

“no more hiding,” he’d whisper into your skin, dragging his fangs down your neck, “pets stay close to their master.”

and kakucho never hurt you. not really. he just held on a little too tight. and fed a little too often. sometimes he watched a little too long. but you were still here, weren't you? meek and obedient, not daring go against his will and accepting everything kakucho had to give you.

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𐙚 YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! BAJI

he didn’t even want an omega. he didn’t need one, he didn’t trust himself with one.

but you were just there. chained up in some filthy underground ring, put on display like some rare little thing that everyone wanted a bite of. blood-starved monsters surrounding you like hounds and laughing at how small you looked. how broken you seemed.

he actually wasn’t even supposed to be there.

he hadn’t fed in days, pissed off and snapping at anyone who got too close. and then he saw you, you of all things. soft-eyed, barely conscious, radiating heat and fear and the kind of scent that made something snap inside him.

the kind of scent that shouldn’t be up for sale.

he doesn’t remember what happened next. just blood, screaming, cages broken open. and you in his arms, blinking up at him with dazed, cloudy eyes like he was something you could trust.

you never made it back to whoever owned you and you knew they didn’t make it out alive.

baji didn’t speak a word the whole way back. just carried you wrapped in his jacket, your scent pressed into his skin like a drug.

he didn’t give you a choice. didn’t ask if you wanted to stay. he locked the doors, barred the windows, shoved his mattress into a room with no corners, no glass, no exits, and put you inside.

“you’re not leaving,” was all he said.

and you didn’t. you couldn’t leave, couldn't go against him.

he brought you food like you were a skittish stray. and he paced outside your door like a feral beast every time you refused to eat. you didn’t know what scared you more : the rage in his voice when you disobeyed, or the way it cracked when he thought you were sick or hurt.

he didn’t know how to treat something as delicate. he wasn’t built for it. he wasn't gentle or sweet, but his hands shook when he cleaned the scars on your wrists. his fangs had pierced too deeply the first time he fed on you, but you swore the panic in his voice when you cried out was real.

he apologised, scared to break you any further. a weak little thing a single gush of wind could shatter.

baji slept with your scent all over him. he wouldn't let anyone else in the apartment. he kept you wrapped in his clothes with your damaged collarbone bandaged and a warning in his eyes.

“if anyone touches you, if anyone even looks at you... I’ll rip their fuckin’ throat out.”

you’re not sure what you are to him. a mate, a possession, a pet. but you knew that, no matter what, he would never let you go, never let you leave his side.

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𐙚. YANDERE! VAMPIRE! ALPHA! KAZUTORA

you were locked up in some basement like some sort of trophy, by a group of thugs you didn't even know the names. you were scared, cold and unclaimed, fearing anytime one of them touched you, they would claim you and put their disgusting mark on your neck. it was a miracle they hadn't already used you.

so when kazutora slaughtered every last one of them and pulled you out of that hole, he didn’t see himself as your captor. he saw himself as your savior, your mate, your reward.

and of course, he marked you. fast and deep. you didn’t even get a say, omegas never really do. but he soothed you through the pain, held you close, and whispered “there, all safe now” as his scent drowned your senses.

kazutora is a needy alpha, but he's also very clingy, too demanding to keep up. he gets angry easily and lets it out on you, biting your neck several times until you fall unconscious so that you learn to never rub him the wrong way again. and indeed, you learn fast to never disagree, never talk out of line and never refuse his affection.

kazutora is also possessive to a fault. he gets irrationally jealous when you talk about the past, when you dream out loud or when you seem too happy without him in the room.

and he bites. and when he does, it's hard. he doesn't always do it to punish, sometimes just to remind you who you belong to.

but gods, he adores you. he wraps you in his scent daily, cuddles with you until you fall asleep, whispers about how pretty you are and how lucky he is to have you.

he needs you dependent. he loves how small you are compared to him, how you cling to his shirt when you’re scared, how you cry when he bites you but still call his name.

he wants you scared of losing him. he likes how anxious you get when he leaves for too long. he comes home to you trembling, begging to be held, and he enjoys your fear way too much.

but he’s still obsessed with you. obsessed with how you smell, how you whimper when he bites you, how easy it is to break your spirit then kiss it better. he’ll cuddle you right after snapping, murmuring soft apologies with his nose buried in your neck...